#Somone please just hold me

[bleed-ing4u]

I just really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really want be held by someone

[caramelmochacrow]

me before watching ep 7 of all mix: great the next ep is abt noa.....

me after watching ep 7 of all mix: oooughhhhh noa my sweet thing.... :'(

(there is a slight essay in the tags abt noa btw, i truly do love noa more now as a character, apologies, the episode made me feel Things.)

[peasofgreeniguess]

Hi, I saw you're request where open and I wanted to throw this in here.

Could I request classic bros, underswap, and underfell with reader who is there best friend and they have the biggest fucking crush on them but won't make a move since reader is with somone, so in this scenario, reader comes home, crying, turns out there now ex-boyfriend just dated them for a dare. Could you make a scenario of that please?

Thank you for reading this! I tried not to go against you're rules and if it did, then please ignore and I'm sorry! Stay safe Irl <3

You did fine! Dw I won’t hunt you down if you made a mistake lol <3 and thank you! You to.

These are LONG- because this was fun lol, so that's why it took so long. (and when i say long i mean LONG)

Classic Sans: sans jolts up from his nap at the sound of the door slamming. He quickly shuffles out of his sheets and out into the hallway, worried that papyrus was in trouble. Only instead of his brother, he sees you, his roommate. Standing in front of the door wet and sobbing, your nice clothes you wore for your date now soaking, dripping onto the carpet. You look up at him with those eyes he's grown to love and his soul breaks for you, holding his hands out as you walk up to him. Sans wraps his arms around you tightly and shortcuts you to your room,letting you go he moves his hands up to your face, gently guiding you to look at him.

"what happened Y/N?" he asks. Tears well up in your eyes and you let out a choked sob. “he he" you stutter "he left me! He said- t-that all i was to him, was a bet! And that I meant nothing to him and he left me! in the rain!!" you cry, tears falling down your face. sans pulls you into a hug again, pushing you head against his ribcage, hiding his face from view. He was livid.

How could anyone be so cruel, especially to you! I mean sure he’s biased. he’s head over heels for you but there’s no question of as to why!! You are so sweet, and pretty, and soft, and so considerate of his brother- you are amazing… but you are still soaking wet… and sobbing into him. Well at least that dick bag is out of the picture, and sans is the one who gets the privilege of taking care of you.

Gently he tells you to take of those clothes, you’ll get a cold, and he goes to grab some fresh clean ones from his room. Handing you one of his oversized shirts to wear. You put it on and sans leads you to bed, he’s about to cover you in blankets and get you some food when you grab him and pull him into bed with you- he overcomes the surprise and submits to you, pulling the blanket over both of you and petting your hair as you curl into him… stars, that jackass doesn’t deserve you, he will show you how a real monster treats their mate.

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Undertale Papyrus: papyrus is walking down the sidewalk, happily humming a tune as he carries his bags back home. It’s Saturday! His turn to make dinner for his brother and roommate! Or just his brother today… his roommate was on a date with their boyfriend. Papyrus doesn’t like him that much, he thinks you deserve better, you deserve greatness! Like the great Papyrus!! But alas, you have chosen your mate… but that doesn’t mean he can treat you to his excellent cooking. (One of his many amazing mate skills)

Speaking of his roommate, his phone buzzes in his pocket. He takes it out and looks at the contact, it’s you! Eagerly he answers with a smile, but stops before he says anything… you are crying, why are you crying? You see supposed to be on a date with your mate! Your mate should be drying your tears.

With a sniffle you start to speak, “p-papyrus” you say, your sweet voice filled with sadness- almost breaking his soul in two. “He- he left me!” You cry, sobbing harder over the receiver. “WHAT? WHO LEFT YOU?” Surly you aren’t talking about… “my boyfriend!! He left! He said it was a lie all of it was a lie!” You say, voice cracking on the phone. Papyrus immediately drops his bags on the ground, texting sans where he is so he can pick them up. “WHERE ARE YOU?” Papyrus says sternly, you answer with an address and a papyrus starts sprinting to you.

When he gets there he finds you sitting on the curb, your beautiful outfit you picked out now covered with tear stains and dirt. Papyrus slowly sits down next to you, pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you protectively. He then picks you up causing you to squeak, he apologizes and explains he’s bringing you home. He will make you dinner and drying your tears, he will comfort you. He will be everything that human never could. He will heal your heart and the win it for himself!

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Underswap sans: Sans hates your mates guts, he’s an asshole. He treats you like trash, while his sweet little roommate gives everything and more. The first time you introduced your boyfriend to him and his brother, they both knew something was up. So when he found you curled up in his bed crying- he knew who did it. You look up at him from the blankets you wrapped around yourself, sniffling. Sans’ eyes soften as he sets his bag down on the floor, sitting down on the side of the bed. “What Happened?” He asks, you should be on a date right now…

Your eyes fill up with tears once more and you choke out “he left me… he only was with me for a bet…” you say, dropping your face into your hands. Blue coos at you, taking off his gloves and rubs circles on your back. He’s completely calm and empathetic on the outside- on the inside he can feel his magic bubbling with rage. He know that guy was bad news but this was low, his beautiful human all heartbroken…

But they came to him for comfort… they chose him- a he feels a small twinge of guilt at the fact that that makes him so happy. He could treat you millions of times better- he can cook, he can protect you, he’s great with kids! Look how his brother turned out- you deserve someone at magnificent as him, and he will prove that to you. right after he gives you snuggles.

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Underswap papyrus: Papyrus is typing away on his computer without a thought in the world, his music on and his inspiration flowing- using it as a distracting from the fact his roommate is on a date with some one who is not him, attempting to curb his envy. After a while he stops, cracking his knuckles and turning his spiny chair away from his desk. Loudly papyrus shrieks, not expecting to see his roommate curled up on his bed with tear streaks on their face- you are supposed to be out! holding a hand to his chest he starts to calm down. "honey- what are you doin here?" he asks, rolling his chair towards the bed. you look up at him and mumble something under your breath. "sorry?" papyrus asks "he broke up with me..." you say louder, pushing your face into the pillows. papyrus pauses- your boyfriend... broke up with YOU! the amazing, beautiful, funny, smart, human in front of him... that guy left YOU???

"w-why?" papyrus says surprised, he truly cannot understand why he would do that. He leans closer to you as you answer, "it was a bet... his friends said if he could... 'tap that' they would get him a ps5" you say, tears falling down your face as you break into sobs. Papyrus's marrow boils, how dare he, and how long have you been in here? Shame and anger crawl up his spine as he thinks of what to do. Part of him wanting to kill that fucking guy and the other desperately wanting to comfort you. but when you lift up your blanket for him to crawl next to you, his choice had been decided for him. "i could really use my cuddle bee" you say, your sweet voice wobbling with every word... how on earth could he say no to that? He crawls into bed with you and holds you close to him, never wanting to let you go... He can go fuck that ex up another day, pulling out his phone he texts his brother to bring up some ice cream and blankets and only a few minutes later you are sitting in his lap, happily watching your favorite movie and sharing a dub of ice cream. ——-

Underfell sans:

Sans has hated your boyfriend guts since the moment you brought him to meet sans and his brother. That ballsack barely got away without half of his face being torn off. You were his mate-roommate… whatever. You are the only person next to papyrus who he’s all soft and mushy around, taking you to movies, buying you stuffed animals, cuddling you… so when he found you crying on the couch he had a idea of who caused it.

“I swear to god- what did he fuckin’ do this time” sans grumbles, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around you. You sniffle, hiding your face from sans’s eyesight. “Doll-“ you interrupt him “I don’t need you- hic- going to jail” you say in between sobs. Sans sighs and sits next to you, pulling you into his lap like you were a small cat. “Dollface- i promise… I ain’t’ goin to do nuthin… just tell me wha’ happened” he coos, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“He left me… he only dated me for a bet…” sans grips the blanket harder, almost ripping the fabric under his claws as he holds back a deep growl. “That fuckin bastard” he says, holding you closer. “You promised you wouldn’t-“ sans shushes you softly, “i know, I know, I won’t… doll I’m so sorry”

Sans moves his hand to your head, gently using his claws to massage your scalp and guiding you to lean on his chest as he starts purring. He knows you love listening to his purrs, the rhythmic rumble relaxing you. Sans knows it’s working as your crying slows until eventually stopping. He will hold you however long you need him to, after all, it’s not often a monster as tough as him falls for a human like you.

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Underfell papyrus:

Papyrus grumbles as he flicks the frying pan in his hand, hot flames of the stovetop and the bustling of the other chefs in the kitchen. The chaotic dance that is cooking, papyrus enjoys his work, it’s his safe space. No brother, no frustratingly cute roommate- just him and the food he cooks. And he’s a damn good cook. That is until his safe space is invaded.

“Chef! We have a quest requesting you!” A human server says, Papyrus looks up with a scowl and walks over, straightening his chefs whites. The server leads him to a table, and to his misfortune sits you. He curls his lip at you harshly, “WHAT DO YOU WANT?” He says. you look up at him with tear stained eyes, why were you crying? Shouldn’t you be with your mate if you are upset? That’s his job. Before he could ask anything you answer his questions.

“He broke up with me” you state, wiping a tear from your face. Papyrus stares at you in shock- why on earth would someone leave you willingly? He would be the last to actually admit it but- he likes you. A lot. You meet all his very high standards so the fact that a puny human would reject you was asinine. “WHY ON EARTH WOULD HE DO THAT?” He asks, pulling out a chair and sitting down, “AND WHY WOULD YOU BITCH TO ME ABOUT IT”

You look down at the table. “I didn’t know who else to talk to…” you take a shaky breath, “and he left me for a bet… the whole thing was because of a bet, he never loved me, he didn’t even like me” papyrus leans back in his chair, folding his arms. “I don’t know why I came here- you don’t like me either” you say, tears welling in your eyes. But as you turn to leave papyrus grabs your arm gently. “HE IS A FOOL”

“What?” You ask, shock clear on your face. “THAT MAN IS A FOOL, YOU ARE A AMAZING MATE. YOU MET ALL MY STANDARDS SO YOU WERE FAR TO GOOD FOR HIM ANYWAYS” he gets up, leading you out of the restaurant “COME, I WILL FIX YOU FOOD AT HOME” he says walking out. He may not be good with words, but papyrus is good with cooking, and besides, everyone knows LOVE is the most important ingredient, and he has a lot of that for you. Even if it takes a while for him to admit it.

[ripleylove]

The light of the group.

requested by: @princessthatcantfuckingsleep saying: Omg hiiiii I love Ur writing 🩷🤍idk if you do The Judgment day x reader [platonic] BUT IF YOU DOOOOcan you please make a story where reader is young like 19 or 20 and everyone loves her and she’s a pretty close with The Judgment day as she's in the group, but she's like a more bubby/girly add on ,but one day Somone makes fun of her for standing out so much/being different than the rest of the group and she gets kinda insecure about it?Like just some platonic comfort ISTG I LUV IT SM, IF YOU DO THIS TYSMMM🤍🩷

pairing: the judgement day x fem reader (platonic)

genre:angst,comfort

summary: Shayna decides to make you feel insecure, but Rhea,Dom,Damian and Finn are here to tell you otherwise.

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Well,let's say that you were kinda different from the judgment day.

They were dark,serious and intimidating, while you were the exact opposite: you were bubbly,optimistic and girly.

You stood out from the faction,because you were young and happy,and this was never a problem to you and to the members of the judgment day.

They loved you for being yourself,the light that contrasted with the darkness of the group.

The five of you always had the best fun together, and,in the ring, you all were unstoppable.

Until,during Monday Night Raw,you heard Rhea and Shayna Baszler talking backstage.

"I don't think she fits the group really well," Shayna mumbled to Rhea, "She's just so different,why did you even let her join?" Shayna said with an annoying tone,while Rhea was starting to get irritated.

"Listen,Shayna, i really love you and all but her difference from us and the reason why she joined are none of your business. So please,shut the fuck up." Rhea answered with a sarcastic smile,while getting up to do her entrance for a promo.

You hurriedly ran off,trying not to get caught,but you were stopped by Shayna's hand gripping strongly your arm. You tried to break free,but you weren't as strong as her.

"So,listen to me,for once and for all. You do not belong here and in the judgment day,get this in your head. You do not fit that faction and you must leave. You,a clingy and annoying good for nothing,stole my place in the judgment day. I hope they make you leave,because you don't deserve to be in that faction and in WWE at all. Got it?"

Her cruel words felt like daggers in your heart. Did you really not belong with them? Do they want you to leave? Are they faking it all because they're waiting you to leave?

Tears started to flow,and Shayna finally let go of you.

You started to ran,with no destination at all,just trying to get away from there as soon as possible,until Damian saw you.

"Princesa! Wait! What's happening?" He shouted while chasing behind you.

Your breath was shaky and your nose was blocked form all the snot that formed while you were crying,so you started to slow down.

Damian took advantage of this,and he catched up to you,holding your arms.

"Y/N,what happened to you? Did something happen? Did someone hurt you? Tell me,mi amor." He said softly after he noticed your tear stained cheeks and your red face.

"You come here just because you're pitying me right? Because you all want me to leave!" You chuckled,while tears were still flowing down your eyes.

"What?" Damian was confused: why did you even think about that?

"Oh,you know well what I'm talking about. You all want me to leave because I don't fit the standards of the judgment day and because I'm annoying. Right?"

...

"What the fuck?" Damian started, "Who told you that?" He asked,but he didn't even give you time to answer.

"Listen,amorcito,everything you said is completely wrong. What's the problem of being different? We love you the same,and your talent is unmatched. Do you think we would fake all the laughs,the hugs and the tears? Who told you that?"

Your lips started to wobble again,and Damian quickly pulled you in his embrace. "We love you,Y/N. Never doubt about that. Without you we would be like a puzzle that missed a piece,you're special to us. Do you want me to call the others so we can cuddle all together?" He asked with a soft tone,and you nodded,wanting to feel the comfort of your best friends.

After almost 5 minutes,you could see Rhea,Finn and Dominik running towards you. "Baby! We're here now." Rhea almost instantly hugged you tight,comforting you in one of the best ways.

"Damian told us what happened. We love you,lass,don't even think otherwise. You're the missing piece of our puzzle,you make us feel complete." Finn said while carefully stroking your hair,and Damian quickly exclaimed: "That's what I told her too!"

"The husbands are telepathic again." Rhea said while teasingly rolling her eyes,causing the five of you to giggle.

"Dulceza,did you think about those bad things by yourself,or somebody told you that?" Dom asked while stroking your cheeks.

You just mumbled "Shayna",not even wanting to remember the moment.

"Puta",Damian said under his breath.

"Oh,she's gonna pay for this" Rhea said,but she got interrupted by Finn.

"Okay okay we got it,we're gonna let her pay for what she did but first let's eat something!"

"CHICKEN TENDERS!!!!!!" Dom excitedly exclaimed, with his eyes lighting up.

So you really do belong there.

taglist: @stellakiddsblog @bibibi-tchx

[rzyraffek]

Slashers with y/n that just gets along with everything

Like slasher could litteraly kill somone near y/n and she would be like alr alr whats really important is that you are happy🤠😎. Im sorry that first 2character had super long headcanons while last ones have way less :( I had no ideas Request open!

Billy Lenz

He always expects some sort of negative response when he calls people and when he heard new voice on the Phone he got even more exited cuz new person new reaction! He totally didnt expect her to just go "yeah yeah sure buddy, anyways... how is your day man? Cuz im so so tired...*starts normal converstation*

He probably tries to stay in character but he is so caught of Guard he doesnt know how to react really (hehe the table has turn)

Now he kinda hopes that she will pick up cuz shes very intresting😈 billy likey

"Ew its this creep again! He is asking for you y/n? Of please dont tell me you befriended him??" "So what? He said hes favourite fruit is strawberry he cant be that bad!" *billy saying slurs on the phone*

You need to constantly tell him that, no Billy no harrasing women isnt sexy, you arent quirky, you are mentally ill

"Y/n i killed that bitch that was gossiping about you 🧍 " "👍good for you billy im glad you found healthy way to cope with that negative emotion😇" "on god"

His whole moral compass is created around the simple question 'does it hurt y/n?' .1:no it doesnt so feel free to do it .2 do not do it, she will ban Billy from sweets (bad ending)

The man from hush

This guy. This dude. This Little gremlin. He is upset that he gets no reaction! Like please oh please act all angy when he 'acidently' shot tire in her car! But oh no ofc no, she had to be like "oh its okay honey i have backup in garage🥰" hes like HHUH SINCE WHEN WE HAVE GARAGE

Like tbh thats how i imagine how they met: he saw her, he wanted to hunt her, she was so chill that she didnt even leave her household while the power was off and he went inside and just saw her having lil nap on couch. 🧍🤨erm exuse me gurl im trying to roleplay epic hunter here tf

He probably kidnaped her cuz she was too weird to just kill her but he didnt want to risk her calling police. He probably tied her up and yeeted her on backseats. And then she begun judging music on the radio"yo big guy can i get some good music taste?" "What? Whats wrong with Taylor Swift?"

He will overshare everything to kinda check where is her limit if it comes to being chill "yeah so i killed this old lady.." "im sure you had good reason🥰" "🤨... anyways... yeah so i was drinking some redbull when some guy said i look ugly so i shoot his head off and-" "HEY HEY hold up geez you CANT drink Energy drinks?? Bestie you know it is unhealthy?? Also you like hunt for sport it will ruin your condition!? How you gonna shoot people with shakey hands?? You crazy or something?" "Damn😔"

Micheal myers

I tried to put him here but i realised he will be as chill as her.

Like he can give her gifts covered in blood and she' just going to clean it and wear it like nothing happened or completley ignore it

He cares about this stuff as much as y/n so like not at all. I mean tbh theres is a bit of difrence: shes at least positive about it! Like "yeah micheal go for it, love🥰😇 i know its hard to cope with trauma take it all out alr?" Shes trying to be a good supporting gf not her fault she never had serial killer bf!

Brahms Heelshire

He lives for attention! What do you mean the war crime he commited this lunch break is okay!?!? Baby pleasee

But this negativity disapears the moment he realised he can get a lot of positive attention when he will do some nice stuff! "Oh honey I didnt kill any rats today" "oh that's amazing brahms I'm sure you and the rats inside walls will get along well soon🥰" (rats in walls bully brahms)

Please complement him or he will get a tantrum and destroy something

Brahms and rats have very hard past i might do seperate hc about that

Ghostface

"Look babe! My newest victim *shows photo*" "ugh baby...😰 you NEED to buy new camera or watch some youtube tutorials about how to take good photos" "aw man whats wrong with my pictures 😔"

Otherwise y/n supports his hobbies! People need to grow😇 (and he needs to grow up)

If theres 2ghostfaces(like in most movies) they will bet money on how long you gonna keep this 'do whatever as long as youre happy' act. Well they didnt know that this wasnt an act but her personality

Also they will probably try to use this chillnes aginst her like "oooh y/n something terrible happened! I crushed my car oh what will i do!" "Alr bestie i will drive you over there😇" "😈omg you are so nice i totally didnt expect that(heheh i dont need to pay for gas today (hes very evil))

[webslingingslasher]

just horrifically bombed a math test so… peter comforting reader after failing a test but accidentally making her feel really stupid?

don't worry bestie, as somone several years out of high school, and a college dropout, grades really don't matter in the grand sceme of things. my testing has never once affected my life, but me (and peter) believe in you!

“C’mon, gimme a kiss.” 

Normally kissing Peter Parker would snap you out of any kind of upsetting mood, however today nothing felt like it could get you out of your funk, and nothing could; not even the escape of sighing into your boyfriend's mouth. 

You also weren’t one to turn down a kiss, so when he pressed a kiss to your mouth upside down, your head laying on his lap, his neck bent to kiss you, you still enjoyed it but it couldn’t wipe the frown from your mouth. 

“Not even a Peter kiss can help? You must be really upset.” 

You give him a big frown, his thumb rubs between your eyebrows. 

“Tell me, baby.” His words are a whisper. 

With a groan you sit up and stretch over the bed to grab your backpack, Peter takes this time to appreciate the view and smack down your ass, you whimper a ‘heyy,’ before grabbing a paper and shuffling back to him. 

“Here, look at my failures and dump the dummy.” 

Peter snatched the paper with a grumpy face, a sympathetic frown takes front when he sees the grade circled on top. 

“Oh, baby.” 

You take it as patronizing. 

You rip the paper from his hands, it tears at the edges. “Nevermind, Peter. My fault for thinking you would have some form of sympathy, I forgot I was talking to the genius of Midtown.” Peter’s hands chase you, frantic, “No, no, no! I wasn’t being mean, baby! I swear I wasn’t being mean, c’mere, lemme see it.” You look him up and down wearily, he seems authentic, you hand it over one more time.

Peter looks over the test, front and back, flipping it multiple times to line up numbers. He looks your way a few times and back at the sheet, he’s trying to figure out how to say what you did wrong without you thinking he thinks you’re an idiot. 

Finally he pats the space next to him, you slink over on your knees, the sheets scrunching around your pants. His left hand holds your worksheet, his right is resting on your thigh. “You made a common mistake, most people get it wrong, no biggie.” You lean against his arm, “show me, please.” 

Peter grabs a pen and starts circling your missteps and rewrites the formula, he runs it through one more time. “And I just multiply that for the answer?” Peter was really pretty when he was explaining things to you, most of the time you were checked out, blissfully blinking at each word curled around his lips; you were trying to piece together what he was saying.  “Correctomundo, babe.” 

“Ew, don’t say that.” 

Peter shoulder checked you, “disrespect me now but without me you’d be failing every class.” 

He laughed. Peter laughed, like what he said was funny. Like he didn’t understand how that made you feel, not like you just basically hinted that your biggest insecurity was being dumber than him. 

Fine, if he thinks you can’t pass without him, you’ll show him you can. 

You fake a laugh with him, usually he can catch it. This time he doesn’t. You put away the test after that, not that you’ll tell him but you’ll ask for a retest, and pass, and then not tell Peter so he doesn’t feel like he can take the credit. 

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Peter is, what he thinks, jealous for the first time in his life. 

Well, he’s been jealous before. Like when Ned got that new monitor for his gaming setup, or when MJ was able to solve a rubik's cube in under a minute. Even that one time when Ashley Mulligan, a third grader, cheated off his test and that made her win star student of the week. 

But he’s never been jealous before in his relationship with you, he’s never felt the need to. But after you spent so much time with Jeremy, he can’t even think of his name without souring, he can’t help the bubble forming in his gut. 

“I really don’t mind helping you out, baby! I even cleared the desk for you!” Peter’s been grasping at straws for you to study with him, he’s always loved the extra time with you, and you actually learned from him and he feels like he helpt, and he loves helping you, he feels needed. 

Maybe you felt like you didn’t have enough space? 

You check to make sure everything is in your bag, “It’s not a problem, I don’t want to keep J waiting.” 

J. 

J.

She has a fucking nickname for J. 

“J?” 

You tilt your head like a dog, “Jeremy?” 

Peter scoffs, his arms cross defensively. “Oh, we’re on nickname basis with this dude?” 

“This dude,” you air quote, “is helping me with school.” 

Peter runs a hovering hand down his body, “so was this dude!” 

You understand now, he’s jealous and you switching up on him really hurt his feelings. But he did too, and if he thinks it was funny then so do you. 

“He just understands me better.” 

Peter feels like he’s been shot, his head is underwater. The one thing he thought he had, the thing he thought he was the best at, wasn’t good enough for you anymore. He doesn’t know when you started to feel this way, he’s only ever tried to help you and he thought he was doing it well, did he misread the signs? 

“Oh, okay.” 

Does he have something to worry about? 

You feel bad, he looks upset. But maybe you’re too dumb to read it well.

“Okay? I’ll call you on my way home.” 

Peter’s smile didn’t match his eyes. 

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Peter flopped on the couch next to his aunt. 

May looked to her side at her nephew and continued watching ID TV, Peter sighs loudly, May speaks without breaking eye contact on the screen. “It’s always the husband, watch it be the husband.” Peter sighs again loudly, May again talks, “everytime I watch these I always expect a twist and guess what? It’s the husband.” For the third time Peter sighs, this time May lets one out of her own and raises the remote to pause the channel. 

“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s wrong, Peter?” 

Pouty lips mumble words, his fingers play with the fringe on a throw pillow. 

“Y/N’s gonna break up with me.” 

May thinks her eyes are going to pop out of her head, “what?!” 

Peter nods like it can’t be true, but it is. “Yup. So she can be with this guy, ‘J,’’ he uses air quotes, “she has a nickname for him now.” 

Her eyebrows furrow, “what’s his name?” 

Peter mocks a high pitched tone, “Jeremy.” 

May snorts, “that’s a shit name, don’t worry.” 

“My name is a euphemism for penis.” 

May waves her hand, “when did she start hanging around him?” 

Peter shrugs, “a few weeks ago. Apparently they only study together.” 

This bothers him a whole lot more than he’s saying but May can pick up on it, she always can. 

“I thought she only studied with you?” 

“So did I.” 

May hums, “any idea why she might?” 

“She failed a math test and she thought I was going to call her dumb, but I never have!” 

A gentle smile, “Pete, honey. Do you think it’s possible she feels intimidated by you? You’re smart, and you have a good heart but when you’re already embarrassed for flunking and you have a super smart boyfriend over your shoulder who you know thinks it’s childs math, you start to feel intimidated.” 

Peter deflates, “but I’ve never made her feel inferior, and I don’t think of her as any less! Math is hard, you have to be exact, I know it can be hard! Everyone thinks Peter’s a genius, but Peter gets stuck on problems too!” 

May tilts her head, he’s proved her point. “Does she know that?” 

You’ve never seen him struggle but he’s watched you do it a million times. He doesn’t think you’re stupid or below him in any way, everyone has different strengths, yours isn’t math and that’s perfectly okay. Maybe if he shows you that he’s not some all knowing mathematician you’d feel less threatened. 

Peter looks over at the TV, then at May. 

“It’s the husband, right?” 

May clicks play, “oh, totally.” 

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Peter spun in his desk chair, a one eighty to face you. 

He had almost forgotten. 

“How’d you do on your test?” 

You snap your neck up to see his face, he looks excited. It’s hard feeling upset when he only wants you to succeed, even when he’s not the one teaching you. 

“I got a B.” 

Peter rolls his eyes and huffs, “well, I would've gotten you an A, but I’m sure Jeremy is just fine.” 

You blink, “he is, thanks,” you go back to reading, Peter decides it’s time for a heart to heart. He comes to find you on his bed, rolling until his knees hit yours. Peter’s fingers tap on your knees getting your attention. 

“Baby, I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” 

You freeze, “nothing’s wrong.” 

His fingers squeeze your knees, “don’t lie, it doesn’t look cute on you.” 

Peter reaches for your face, his hands cup the sides and forces you to look at him. Your lips are slightly squashed from his placement, you can’t avoid him now. 

His voice comes out as a delicate whisper, he’s begging for the truth. “Be honest, did I make you feel dumb?” Peter feels your cheeks warm under his touch, your eyes dart around the room, anywhere but his face. “Baby?” Your eyes close, you can’t cry, not now. 

“Oh, c’mon, baby. No crying, I’m the one that made you feel like a dummy.” 

Your silence was answer enough, “hey, look at me,” he taps against your cheeks until you blink them open. His smile made you feel safe. 

“I’m sorry. I promise you baby, there is nothing, shy of getting yourself hurt, that could make me think you’re dumb. Anything after algebra is useless math anyways, I just do it to keep my ego in check.” He smiles when you snort, “And if I did or said something to make you think otherwise then I’m sorry, but I really, really hate you’re getting help from another dude with a nickname.” 

Your words are jumbled because of his hands, “you said I’d fail every class without your help.” 

Peter frowns, “fuck, that’s mean.” His head shakes disapprovingly, “I didn’t mean it, I don’t even remember that, baby. I swear, it was just a shitty joke.” 

“It might’ve been a joke but it really hurt my feelings.” Peter moves his right hand to brush some hair behind your ear, “I know I did, you had to outsource another man.” You smack his wrist away, “are you actually sorry or do you just feel threatened?” 

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t pleasing you and you had to find someone who could, I can’t blame you for that.” 

You groan, “you’re impossible.” 

Peter gets serious again, when the moment gets too much he can always break the tension for a second. “Hey, I mean it. I’m sorry, it was a stupid thing to say and I really, really miss having you over. And I promise if you ever feel that way again, let me know and I’ll dial it back. Sometimes I even get ahead of myself.” 

You push your forehead against his and pull back, “it’s okay, I didn’t tell you so it’s not your fault you didn’t know.” 

Peter holds his breath, “does this mean Jeremy fucks off now?” 

You can’t help the laugh that tumbles, “yes, Jeremy can fuck off now.” 

“Good.” Peter’s hand pulls you in, right before you connect you grab a hand at his shoulder and clench the fabric as he settles his mouth against yours. He tries to pull away but you hold him there, just a moment longer. 

“I wanna show you something.” 

You’re in a post kiss haze, you’d say yes to anything he wants right now. He kicks his feet off the floor and it sends the chair back to his desk, his hands digging through his drawers. Peter finally untucks a leather notebook from the back of a drawer, you’ve never seen it before, and you’ve been together for a while. 

Consider your interest peaked. 

Peter pats his thigh, an invitation to a seat. Who are you to ignore the call? 

His left arm loops around your waist when you sit. 

“This notebook holds all my dirty little secrets, wanna see?” Peter chuckles at your amusement, your head bobbles with your nod, he pinches your side, you lean into his body to escape his fingers. 

“Contrary to popular belief, Peter Parker, the thoughtless, no effort, mega genius who knows everything, does not know everything. And I’m definitely not always perfect on the first try, most of the time I’m just lucky.” 

You tried to question where this was going, how did it have any connection to a journal? 

He pushes it in front of you. 

“Open.” 

Your fingers twitch, you open the front cover, it creaks. The inside page is empty, no ‘this journal belongs to,’ no name, no number, nothing. The next page is full of notes, cursive letters you’d need a moment to decipher, circled markings and animated question marks. 

The next page had numbers all over it, it bled into the opposite page. Numbers written over and over and over, each one crossed out, arrows to move numbers around, swapping patterns and numbers. Frustrated scribbles that broke through the page behind it when you turned. 

The same combination of numbers jumbled on the page, now a string of ‘fuck’s’ gradually got bigger in the collums of the page, finally a number and equestion was circled in bright red three times. You flipped through seven more pages, each one riddled with most of the same math patterns, some of them were with spanish triple underlined with a ‘dumb fuck,’ written in the corner, it drew your lip down, he wasn’t allowed to think of himself that way. 

Peter wasn’t perfect. He struggled with things too, and he wasn’t always right. Sometimes he had to get through thirty possibilities until he found one that worked, other times he just couldn’t remember that damn word. He had just shown you an incredibly private thing in his life, something that you knew he’d never planned to show someone. Something that showed the human in him, he wasn’t so superb all the time. 

“Math is fucking hard sometimes.” 

Peter was nervous, your Peter was nervous that you saw that. You saw his breakdowns and frustrations and negative self talk. He’s glad you stopped when you did, the next section was AP probability and statistics, and if you saw the things he said about himself then? You’d have him committed. 

You blow air from your mouth, “tell me about it, champ.” 

His fingers tickled along your hips, your stomach tightened with butterflies and pulses when his hands sneaked under your t-shirt and layed above your beltline. “Why’d you never show me before?” 

Peter places a kiss on your arm, “it’s embarrassing.” 

You scoff and turn to him with fervor, “it’s not! I don’t think it’s embarrassing, and I don’t think you’re dumb at all! I’d never judge you for that, petey. Math is fucking hard sometimes, you’re right! But no, not embarrassing and definitely not a dumb fuck, please never call yourself that, I’d have to fight you and I don’t want to actually embarrass you.” 

Peter tries to stop the growing grin, he has to bite his lip, the irony is sticky sweet to him. You wait for a response, his amusement both aggravating and confusing you. After a moment in silence and staring at his smug grin you connect the dots. 

“Oh, fuck. It’s a ditto, moment, huh?”   

He just nods happily. 

[iloveroblox48]

heart to heart ❣︎

❣︎ ➝ Masterlist here!

❣︎ ➝ Tags:having a heart to heart with megumi fushiguro fluff and light angst mentions of blood and fighting

❣︎ ➝ A/n:hi guyss! as you can see this is a jjk fic its my first time writing for this anime so sorry if he seems ooc （◞‸◟）anyways this is based off that one scene in the anime i thought of this and i had to write something up because ya girl be thinking them thoughts (๑>ᴗ<๑) anyway ignore any grammar/spelling mistakes requests open as always enjoy ⁽˙³˙⁾

When you first starting dating megumi you knew he wasnt the pda type in fact the most he could do was lock pinkies,or maybe through an arm around your waist when someone was staring at you for to long.That was all okay beacause when alone he was the most clingy,cuddlebug there was.

Everytime you guys cuddled he would lay on your chest ear to your heart,sometimes he just lays a hand on your heart,you never questioned it because it was so cute!You wouldn’t ask because it something much deeper than cuddling.It was him making sure you were never leaving,him or this planet.Ever since that day he saw sukuna rip out yuji’s heart he always wanted to make sure you were really there.

Well being a jujutsu sorcerer wasnt always spending time with megumi there was training, and of course exercising curses.He always worried for you when you went on missons he knew you could hold your own ,you’ve never messed up on a mission,never had to call back up and you always won but when winning these battles you lost a little bit of your body everytime,a new scar appering some deep some shallow,it made his heart clench in his chest.

It was supposed to be a calm afternoon with him and some friends until gojo had called you on a last minute mission to deal with some low grade curses.

“hey megumi i know we were supposed to have lunch with everyone but i have to rain check..gojo sent me on a last minute misson”

“okay please be safe” he sighed

“of course i will when am i not! anyways im almost there call you when im done bye love you”

“bye love you”

You arrived to the sight and when you got there you knew something was off,the presence of the curses being stronger than gojo had said probably another carefree mix up on the paper.

“I’m seriously going to kill him” you thought

While you were exercising the curse another one appeared behind you giving you a big slash on the back.You quickly ripped up some of your uniform and wrapped the gash the best you could to prevent blood loss.After about an hour of fighting all the curses you had finally defeated them,but your body was so sore you had cuts all on your back and some on your stomch none fatal though you quickly called gojo.

“whats up my favorite sorcerer! hows taking down those curses going?”

“i just got done..tell ijichi to come get me..and tell shoko to get ready for me”it was so hard to talk when your throat was suffocated with blood

“yeah you got it he’ll be there soon”

gojo hanged up the phone,you barely had to wait considering the fact that you asked for shoko so gojo knew something was up and told ijichi to get there as fast as he could.you had gotten in the car and passed out lack of blood probably.

All you remember was waking up in shokos office on the table,the bright lights of the room blinding you.You tried to get up but she quickly pushed you down.

“Lay down kid you have a few small stitches and you need some rest but other than that you will be good in no time”she informed you

You were laying down on the table when all of a sudden the doors busted open you quickly peek your head up to see who it was,and to your surprise it was megumi he normally didnt visit he hated seeing you like this so this was odd.You sat up fully legs hanging off of the table you patted the spot next to you telling him to sit with you.He sat down and you could tell he was about to tell you off.

“whats wrong with you? you should of called somone for backup,something could have happened to you”He said concern taking over his face

“but nothing did happen to me”

“but something could of..i mean look at you”

“okay ouch”

“not like that idiot..i mean..i could have lost you”his face turned into pout

“but you didnt so dont dwell on the negative stuff”you said.you took his hand and placed it on top of your beating heart “see im right here megumi,ill always be right here”you pressed your forehead to his.

“Your such an idiot you know that? i think gojo is rubbing off on you.”

“oh please dont say that” you scoffed

Ever since that day you stopped being so reckless on missions so you could stay true to word and you did.

you were always right there with him heart still proudly beating in your chest.

[jusalle]

Richarlison Headcannons💛

When you first met Richarlison, he was shy, but once you got to know him, he was a bundle of joy.

Whenever you called him "darling" "love" or any nickname, he would always get so flustered with you.

Also you absolutely fell in love with his voice, the way he spoke Portuguese to you.

Then the same with you, when he would call you "amor" "baby" "princesa" you would always get so nervous.

Then the same for Richarlison he fell in love with your voice when you spoke Spanish to him.

You would always speak Spanish to him and he would speak Portuguese to you since they were so similar. Also you knew he wasn't the best at English.

His weakness would probably be your kisses. His knees would always go so weak.

Richarlison would always wake up early so he just admire you until you woke up

One thing he noticed about you is that you always get nervous under his gaze

"Amor look at me" Richarlison said while chuckling

When he said that you still didn't look at him, so he grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

Once you looked at his light brown eyes, you face turned red

The way he looked at you just made you nervous, especially when he's taller than you and he had to look down at you.

He loved when you went to his practices and game cause he would always try his hardest for you.

Every time he scored he would make a heart with his hands and point at you.

Richarlison was very observant and he noticed any little thing, if you were quiet he would notice and if you didn't want to eat he would notice.

"Hey are you okay princesa?, you've hadn't even talked the whole gathering, you looked tense. Do you wanna go home right now Princesa?"

When Richarlison had to leave early in the morning for practice, you didn't want him to leave and he did didn't want to leave you either.

"Please stay with me, I don't want you to go to practice, it's to early love."

"Amor I gotta go or else Neymar will kill me again" Richarlison said laughing

"How about when I get home, I'll spoil you with all my love, does that sound good?"

"Of course Mi Amor"

Richarlison really loved that you were so supportive of him and always respected his choices and himself

When he would be stressing and get overwhelmed with people and start tearing up, you would always sit in his lap, facing him and wipe every single tear that fell on his cheek.

When you guys first went into the relationship, he was always so kind to you because he knew about past relationship and you did the same for him.

Whenever you guys were alone, you guys would dance with eachother and hold eachother and be in eachothers presence.

Richarlison is a interesting person, he would do the most funniest and dumbest things. Like for example he would do his pigeon dance.

After the a hard game for Richarlison, you would always cook his favorite foods. Then lay in bed with eachother and you giving him massages.

When you have a cold, you didn't want Richarlison to take care of you, you knew Richarlison already had alot on his plate but no, he's stubborn and still helps you.

"Amor don't come near me, I don't want you getting sick"

"Princesa, it's okay, just let me help you please"

••••

Hello everyone, I hope you guys enjoy this one, somone requested it so I'll shall deliver. But if you guys have any request I'll gladly ACCEPT💛. Also yall need to give me new characters to write about cause I dunno if yall like some Jude Bellingham or some more ochoa or chicharito or ney?

[laurorne]

good morning or afternoon lauro! could i perhaps maybe please request like a sloppy helaena makeout sesh? she's so preddy and i've been biting my pillow waiting for somone to write anything :,(

content: wlw, lesbian makeout turned weepy, homophobia in westeros implied a/n: ahhhhhh yes please?! phia is so stunning and her acting made me tear up this new ep, she's my girlfriend for sure uh huh

Sloppy kisses along the pulse of her throat, lips staining the pale skin there with berry juices, goosebumps following in the wake of your lips and fingers and breaths as she shivers against you in desperation.

It's frigid in Helaena's chambers, more so when there's an absence of the usually lit hearth, but you both produce more than enough warmth pressed so languidly close. A gentle huff parts her lips as her hands tangle in the hair at the back of your neck, lithe and delicate as she arches into your generous touch.

"I've missed you so." It's nearly deafening when her words break the drag of fabric against fabric, the heavy breathing that bounce from the walls of her apartments.

You part with her for a moment, taking in the flutter of her lashes and the wobble to her lip. How your heart aches as you take in her beauty and pain. "My sweet girl."

"Why did you leave?" Her voice is quiet and trembling like leaves in a breeze as she soaks in everything you give back to her.

"My sweet Helaena," A wet kiss along her jaw, tongue sweeping over the bone with reverence. "It was not by my own decision."

Your hand drifts to hold her face, brush the tears from her cheeks as you press butterfly kisses along her jaw, below her eyes to try and kiss away the anguish that fills her. A spineless whine claws its way from her plush lips, breath staccato as you thumb along smeared lip stains and blooming bruises.

"I wish you need not leave me here again." And Seven, does your stomach do a flip and pain you something terrible as you look up into her moonlight eyes. Haunted and wet with tears she doesn't often shed.

“They won’t ever pull me away, never again.” A promise. For her sake, and perhaps yours.

She sniffles only slightly before she hikes her dress-clad legs further up your hip as the hands cupping your jaw oh-so softly drags your mouth up, up, up. Otherworldly eyes —even for a Valyian princess of House Targaryen— that see more than just your face, cheeks flushed with yearning or adoration, and brows that pinch together as she leans forwards to capture you in a gentle kiss filled with the longing of a year and two moons spent separated.

She cups your face and skates her hand along the front of your gown, feeling the intricate embroidery with fingers that follow idle patterns and twirl ornate beads as she immerses herself in you. She's pliable and responsive in her need.

Your hand melts into the curve of her side, your heart aching as you kiss her on the cusp of desperation. How you've missed this, how you've missed her.

A hot swipe of her tongue against your lip has you opening your mouth wider, allowing her to re-map the way your tongue brushes against hers, how your teeth scrape against her lip and your noses bump against the other in all the need to have your bodies mould together wholly. Without the fear of a peeping eye or the sound of footsteps down the halls.

A hot whine smothered against your lips as your hand adjusts on her thigh and pulls her flush against you.

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Hi, are your requests open? If not, ignore this please, but I would really, really like a chishiya x reader fluff where readers love language is "nah I'll do it for you" but not like grand gestures, just random things. Kinda like the peeling an orange thing, or going downstairs to get a snack or running a bath after a hard day. But like, it goes both ways, reader doing stuff for chishiya and vice versa. Also, could it be post borderlands where they remember everything? Feel free to change anything or don't do it at all, I wouldn't mind. Also, I haven't ever actually requested with my real username, so I don't know if it would notify me if you post with this, but can you @ me? Bye and I really enjoy your writing!!!

I'll Do It!

requested?: yes pairing(s): shuntarō chishiya x gn!reader genre: fluff, angst if you squint warning(s): mentions of nightmares, fluff, mentions of sleeping pills, mentions of very poor mental health, chishiya being sweet towards reader (shock horror gasp), mentions of trouble sleeping, mentions of eating disorder summary: 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 word count: 1k a/n: ofc you can! my requests are practically always open and i do try my hardest to get through them, so sorry if this is late lol. also, think this is so cute and you have a great idea. just to add, can somone request something for bang chan please lmao, i wanna write for him but all my ideas are literally gone lmao. make sure to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! (P.s so sorry this took a while, ive been busy recently lol) tags: @ultimate-duck-king-lucifer

you and chishiya did absolutely everything for eachother. you both remembered the borderlands, which was a downside for the both of you, but you did both get over it. when chishiya went back to work, a lot changed.

it was almost as though he was never around, and he either worked so late that you were already asleep, or he would just crash when he got home. but of course, on the rare occasions he was working from home, you would bring him snacks and keep him company while he did so.

you had am office in your house that you had both decorated with comfy sofas, so you would sit and scroll through your phone while he worked, occasionally getting up to get a snack or a drink and bringing something back for him. you would also stand behind him sometimes and ask what he was doing, resulting in you being confused with the big fancy doctor words your boyfriend used in order to explain, so you ended up just sitting back down and pretending to understand (which he knew you wouldn't, and just chuckled anyways).

of course, you worked aswell, which also resulted in chishiya doing things for you. your work was mainly based at home, but you would have to go out and about to the office and do stuff sometimes. if it was a particularly stressful day, chishiya would run you a bath for after you finished work, and if you were working in the seperate office you had in your home, he would peep his head around the door and ask if you needed anything. if chishiya knew that you hadn't eaten anything yet, and you had said no to him asking if you needed anything, he would go get you a snack nontheless.

even though you both led very busy lives with your work, you also made time to cuddle in bed on a night, which took chishiya a while to get used to, but it was definately worth it.

there also lead to a problem with sleeping. sometimes one of you would have a nightmare and unintentionally wake the other, resulting in the other holding the other in their arms while the other calmed down and went back to sleep. more times than others, chishiya wouldn't wake you up when he had a nightmare, because he was a silent sleeper. but you, however, did wake him up since you were a quiet sleeper, but a one that moved around quite a lot. so you thrashed around quite a lot, with the occasional mutter of "no" or sometimes even you screamed.

the first time this did happen, however, chishiya thought there was an intruder, so he ultimately went into panic mode aswell, jumping awake and turning the light on, before realising it was just a nightmare you were having. he managed to wake you up as softly as he could, holding you in his arms as he whispered to you that everything would just about be alright. you believed him, well, almost.

the time he woke you up, he was just flinching and twitching in his sleep, and you woke him up. chishiya being chishiya, though, pretended nothing was wrong, but didn't say no to you holding him until he wemt back to sleep.

you almost believed that everything would be alright, because when your mental health started to slowly get worse, so did the nightmares. chishiya did notice you slowly started to eat less, and also sleep less, but he thought you would manage to get yourself back up on your feet. only when you started to get a lot worse, did he start to intervene.

it started off slow, just small snacks, before it turned into small meals, then bigger meals, then you were eating properly again. but that didn't change your sleeping. even though your eating patterns were improving, your nightmares were still getting worse.

almost every night you woke up screaming and crying, but even the nights you didn't, you would still be up throughout the night. chishiya was starting to get worried, even though he didn't show it that much, he worried.

after a while, you got a cat, aswell as sleeping pills perscribed from your doctor boyfriend himself. he thought the cat would help with anxiety, and the pills with sleeping. and they did, for a while at least. as much as chishiya loved you, he couldn't keep waking up due to your screams and nightmares.

the pills worked for around a month, before you started to get worse again. the pills weren't working as much as they used to and you were waking up a lot more. you had both tried everything, from pills to pillow mist, nothing was working.

your cat, did hep with bits of anxiety when you had the occasional anxiety or panic attack. but other than that, you were practically on your own. chishiya did help, but he wasn't there all the time. he did advise you to go get therapy, but even if you did, nobody would believe you other than the man l who suggested it himself.

at this point, you were barely sleeping. you would try not to wake chishiya, but whenever you were awake, so was he. it was almost as though he just knew you would be awake.

this one particular night, you had a worse nightmare, you were thrashing around all night and chishiya was awake. it was only when the screams started that he woke you up, you were hitting his chest in protest until you realised it was him.

"sh, sh, sh" he says, bringing your sobbing frame into his arms, your face soaking his night shirt with your tears. "you're okay, i'm here, everything is okay" he whispers, stroking your hair and leaving soft kisses on the crown of your head.

your sobs eventually died down, and chishiya just about thought you were asleep until you whispered.

"i'm sorry" you whispered into his chest.

"what for?" he says, cupping your cheeks in his hands and making you move your head so you were looking at him.

"keeping you awake every night" you whisper back.

"honey, it's fine, as long as you're okay" he says, bringing you back into his chest.

"i love you" you mutter, and you just about hear him say it back before sleep overcame you.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Remember You and Me Part 5/8

This chapter = 🥳❤️‍🔥🤯

Summary - After a traffic accident reader is left with no memory of her life with Ruben, who desperately tries to get her to remember him.

Enjoy!

You were sitting in the kitchen staring blankly at your phone in disbelief. Your parents were on the other end, wishing you a happy birthday. Another thing you didn't remember, your own birthday.

"Happy birthday, honey!" Your mom chirped, oblivious to your mortification. "We hope you're having a wonderful day!"

"Thank you." You awkwardly mumbled. Just then Ruben entered the kitchen. He frowned at your paused expression. "What?"

You pointed at the phone. "It's my mom, she's wishing me a happy birthday."

Ruben perked up in suprise. Seems like you weren't the only one that had forgotten about it.

"I'll talk to you soon mom, bye for now." You hung up the phone and welcomed the silence between you and Ruben.

"So it's your birthday." He said.

You didn't blame him for forgetting. You had both been so busy trying to get back on track with your lives.

"It's my birthday." You shrugged.

"What would you like to do?"

You didn't get to answer Ruben's question before there was a knock on the door, somone letting themselves in.

"Surprise!" Rachel exclaimed. She entered the kitchen holding up a giant birthday balloon. "Guess what, I'm throwing you a birthday party tonight!"

You looked to Ruben, who looked equally puzzled.

"Rachel, how did you...?"

"Remember Y/N's birthday?" She turned to you. "He forgot, didn't he? Just like last year."

"Rachel, what are you..."

"I'm taking Y/N shopping for a dress to wear to tonight." She came around the kitchen island, grabbing your arm, forcing you to get up and out of your seat.

"But Rachel, Y/N need to..."

"She deserves a party Ruben."

Ruben was brought back by her stern tone.

"She's been through alot and deserves to be celebrated, right Y/N?"

You were lost for words. You wanted to turn to Ruben for answers but somthing told you that he would let you make the decision for yourself.

"I want a party."

"You do?" Ruben frowned.

You nodded.  "It might help with my memory."

"Great!" Rachel jolted, her red hair bouncing with her jumping. She continued to drag you out of the kitchen, out into the hallway and towards the front door. "Ruben, you meet us up at the penthouse at seven, I'm throwing the party there. Everything is already arranged, food, DJ, you name it. But can you please make sure to invite some of your teammates." She paused in the doorway. "But only the cute ones."

"Rachel I don't think..."

"Okay, bye!"

The door was slammed behind your back. Rachel drove a black BMW with tinted windows, but offered to roll yours down as you wanted to see where you were headed. She took you into the city, to the epicentrum of where the shopping was done in Manchester. You were going along with things that your nineteen year old self didn't agree with, like trying on promiscious lingerie and dresses that barely cut below your waist.

"Try this black one. I know Ruben loves a woman in black."

Rachel accompanied you into the fairly large dressing room.

"Have you been friends for a long time, you and Ruben?" You asked.

"Ever since he moved to England." She smiled.

"Well, where is he originally from?"

"Portugal." Rachel laughed. "Hasn't he told you that?"

"No."

"Well you guys must have a lot to catch up on, with your memory being lost and all."

You nodded. There was alot that you still didn't know about Ruben, like how you two met and how far into the relationship that he purposed to you.

"I should tell you..."

You met Rachel's eyes in the dressing room mirror. "Yes?"

"He and I used to date you know... before he met you."

"You and Ruben?"

She nodded, helping you pull up the zipper to your dress.

"Oh."

You were not sure how you were suppose to react.

"It was only for a short while though. A mistake, Ruben calls it."

"He said that?" You frowned. Didn't sound like somthing Ruben would say.

"Either way, he didn't want you to know about it before, about us. But I figured that with your memory loss and all, its better if we both get to know each other without the secrets this time."

"Agreed." You said, respecting her honesty.

"I think this is the one." She said, stepping back to admire the way you looked in your dress.

You turned in the mirror. The dress was a bit revealing but undoubtedly gorgeous on you. "I think so too." You smiled.

Arriving to Rachel's penthouse was a quest on its own. As soon as you stepped through the door a sea of well dressed people shouted 'Happy birthday!'

"Thank you everyone." You felt awkward and very timid. You recognized none of the people that tended the party, no one but Ruben.

"Happy birthday." He emerged through the crowd like the sun on a cloudy day, dressed in a suit and bowtie. In that moment you realized how much you depended on Ruben. Depended on him to protect you and keep you safe.

"Thank you " You said, hooking your arm with his.

"Champagne for the twenty five year old?"

Rachel appared by your side, offering you the flute.

"You probably shouldn't..."

You emptied the glass before Ruben could protest. Rachel laughed at the wrinkled face you pulled right after.

"Let her enjoy Ruben. You only live once, right?"

The alcohol hit you right away, clouding your mind. "Can I have a another one?" You asked.

"Of course!"

"No, Y/N. I think one is enough." Ruben tugged your arm, wanting to pull you aside to talk in private.

For some reason you fought against him.

"Relax Dias." Rachel said, stealing you away from him. "It's her birthday."

Ruben did not look pleased with you, not at all actually. There was an unsettling feeling within you, the fact that Ruben wanted to control you.

"I'll be fine." You assured.

Although Ruben looked to want to protest, a group of well dressed men ambushed him, looking to jump him. "Eyyy Ruby. Why the long face?" They taunted. "Cheer up mate, it's a party, no?" Ruben still had his eyes on you until Rachel had you follow her out onto the balchony. There she had a waiter bring you two shots of somthing strong.

"At least you're allowed to drink again." She shouted through the loud music.

"Wait, I wasn't allowed to drink before? By who, Ruben?"

Rachel nodded her head. "I know some women do it, but Ruben would never let you try."

"Why not?" You frowned. Your nineteen year old self would never allow a man to make that kind of decisions for you.

"I dunno that's the way he is." Rachel shrugged. "He cares about you alot, you know. More than he cared for me."

Perhaps he cared a bit too much, you thought.

"Wait for me here, I'm going to check on the cake." Rachel left you with a view of Manchester City. It was breath taking and oddly familiar. And then it came to you, in the flash of a memory...

"Will you merry me Y/N?" It was Ruben down on one knee. His back turned to the very view that you were overlooking right now.

"Yes Ruben. I'll merry you."

And as quick as it came to you, the memory suddenly passed, leaving you with a throbbing headache and a urgent sense to throw up.

"You alright, love?"

A man came to see you whilst you were emptying your stomach in the bathroom. He was tall, blond and had remarkably striking eyes.

"Don't tell me I'm suppose to remember you because I don't." You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

The man smiled. "I'll go get Ruben for you."

The room was spinning. You couldn't stay in the bathroom because of the smell. People, no, strangers passed you in the hallway, wishing you a happy birthday. You nodded and smiled but felt sick to your stomach. Just as you were starting to feel like you were going to suffocate under the weight of all the balloons and well-wishes, Ruben appeared by your side. "Hey, you okay? John told me that you weren't..." Ruben caught you, just when you thought you were about to fall.

"Ruben I don't feel so..."

"What is it Y/N?"

"My head." You groaned.

Ruben pinned you to his side, draping your arm over his shoulders for support. "I'm getting you out of here."

You left the penthouse in a rush. Ruben brought around the car and drove you home. You didn't even get to say goodbye to Rachel, nor thank her for throwing you a birthday party.

"I'll go get your medication."

Just like that you were back home. You and Ruben, in your big big house.

"Here take these." Ruben handed you a glass of water and three white pills.

He watched you put the pills in your mouth and you knew he wouldn't leave you alone until you swallowed them. You sat on the living room couch whilst Ruben stood pacing in front of you, back and forth, forth and back. He looked deep in thought, running a hand through his already messy hair. You guessed that he was upset with you but probably didn't want to shout at you.

"Did you have any thing more to drink...on the balchony, did you have anything more to drink?" His pacing came to an end.

You looked up at him and for some reason you wanted Ruben to complement your dress, or at least the way you looked in it. He didn't really pay attention to the way you looked.  Perhaps he wasn't that attracted to you anymore.

"Y/N please answer the question."

"Yes." You admitted. "I had two shots of somthing. Maybe vodka."

Ruben closed his eyes and sighed. "Y/N, didn't I tell you that one was enough. Look what happned to you, it means you're not ready to..."

"To what, have fun?" You hissed. It was the first time that you were vocal about your objections. "Ruben, I was celebrating my birthday, why was that such a big deal to you?"

His eyes searched your face, not sure where all of this was coming from, why you were suddenly not agreeing with him. "It wasn't." He muttered.

"Yes it was, just admit it. You didn't want me to go out today,  you wanted me to stay inside like I've done for the past three months."

"Y/N, I'm just trying to look out for you."

"Ruben, I don't know who I am. I don't know what I want. And I have absolutely no idea what you want. Everything is just so fucking confusing to me right now and your not helping when all you want to do is lock me inside this house." Tears streamed down your face. Ruben seemed to want to reach out and touch you but ultimately hesitated. Instead he collected himself and said. "I'm sorry Y/N. I never intended to make you feel locked in. And I don't want to prevent you from getting your old life back. I just..." He looked to his feet. "...I just don't want to see you get hurt again."

You saw it, the hurt in him, in his voice. He was suffering too.

"Ruben look at me." You rose from the couch, approaching him where he stood. Ruben lifted his chin to meet your eyes. Like your eyes his were glossy too. He was crying too.

You placed a hand against his cheek, caressing his stubble. "There is no way you can guarantee that I won't get hurt again. No one can. Just like I can't guarantee that you won't get hurt. But what we can do is stop being afraid of life. I want to live Ruben."

He nodded, the side of his face pressing against the palm of your hand.

"I want to live with you." You whispered.

"What?"

You nodded. "I remembered." You said, recalling what happened to you on the penthouse balchony. How the memory of you and Ruben flooded you with such strong and sudden emotions.

"W...what did you remember Y/N?"

You smiled. "The happiest day of my life."

Ruben caught your back as you stood on your toes. You didn't have to tip far before his lips collided with yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moving on to tangle your hands into his hair.

"Ruben." You gasped. He was backing you up against the couch. "Let's go upstairs instead."

Ruben grunted in response, refusing to detach his lips from yours. How you even got to your bedroom, you had no idea. Ruben had you step out of your dress and lie down on the bed. You watched him toss his bowtie somewhere in the corner, moving on to slowly unbutton his shirt.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked, his bare chest seductive in the night light.

"Yes."

For the first time in a long time you felt certain about somthing, Ruben was the love of your life. The way your body wanted him, your insides screamed for you to keep him close and never let go. There could be no other explanation, Ruben was the one.

"Spread your legs for me."

You did what you were told, spreading your legs wide as you fell back against the matress. Ruben pushed his knee between your thighs, his body hovering over you.

"Take off your panties."

"Do you have a condom?"

Ruben bent down to kiss your belly. "No." He mumbled.

"No?" You brought yourself to rest on your elbows, watching Ruben trace wet kisses further down your body. The pleasure was immense. "Was I usually on birth control?" You asked.

Ruben raised his head to look at you, a slight crook in his brow. "Um...no." He answered. "You were....we were..."

"Ruben?"

He shook his head. "No, we weren't using condoms. We wanted to try for a baby so..."

Your lips parted in suprise. "Ruben, I'm so sorry."

He crawled towards you, collecting your face into the palm of his hands, kissing your mouth, your nose and the crook of your eye. "It's okay." He smiled. "I get that you want to use condoms now."

"But I used to want to try for a baby, no?"

He nodded.

The thought was hard to grasp, you and Ruben, having a baby.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." Ruben was content enough to share a bed with you again, let alone hold and kiss you. You shifted to lay in a spoon,  Ruben's body cradling yours.

"I'm glad you remember us." He whispered, his voice laced with fatigue. "Just wait and see, there are many more happy memories to come back to you."

You said nothing, wondering if some of your memories were worth forgetting about. Like your desire to birth a child?

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hi! longtime fan, first time caller. Thank you for sharing your gifts of writing with us. I humbly request reader falsely accusing the papas of cheating and smoothing things over after professing their innocence.

Hi, welcome :) I wasn’t quite sure whether you meant accusing them after seeing something or I dunno but I’ve done my best and written how the Papas would react. Please forgive Primo and young Nihil being slightly longer than the others - Nyx

Papas getting wrongly accused of cheating

Primo

He is so shocked when you storm into the greenhouse and accuse him of cheating.

He just stares at you, the cuttings in his hand falling to the floor. "I don't understand, what is wrong to make you think this?"

You break down completely and explain that he could have anyone he wants. Siblings throw themselves at him, he's just perfect, and you feel you aren’t good enough for him.

He goes from shock to a look of understanding "My dear," He sits down on a nearby bench and gestures for you to join him. "I have been around a while now, as you know. I am not perfect, neither of us is, but we love each other, and that's what matters. Amore, I would never betray you."

“But the roses you always pick…you don’t always give me them…who else do you gift them to?”

He cups your face in his palms. "It is you I love. Those roses go to the ministry - some to decorate the place, or for other siblings to wrap as bouquets and give as gifts.”

You realise your mistake as Primo continues. His tone is kind but stern, “It hurts me to think you don’t trust me. Please don't throw around such accusations. If you feel anxious and unsure of anything I do, just ask me. I will gladly reassure you. It will undermine our relationship if you accuse me like that." He studies you closely waiting for you to understand. At last you nod, and he smiles.

He knows you never meant to hurt him. He pulls you to him, holding you tightly against his chest. "I love you, and I wouldn’t want anyone else." He kisses the top of your head.

You apologise. The next smile he gives you, shows that he has forgiven you, it’s so warm. You lean in and kiss him telling him that you love him too. He pulls you onto his lap and deepens the kiss.

Secondo

You saw him leave the confessional followed by a sibling of sin.

He gets home from work and you are stood there, arms folded, glaring. “How could you?! I saw you with them.”

He goes from shocked to annoyed. Very annoyed.

“So you think that me hugging somone is proof of my disloyalty?” His voice is far too calm and level but his eyes are full of pain.

You insist that you saw him, and it looked more than friendly.

“I am very disappointed that you have taken it that way. Why are you so insecure with our relationship?”

You ask him to explain himself.

He shakes his head, “That sibling is a close friend. I’ve known them since I was a child. They needed to talk about something personal. They were embarassed and sad. There was nothing more to it. If you had asked me first, I would have said."

He walks straight out and goes to see Primo.

Primo explains to him that maybe there is something in your past, or some insecurity, and that he should ask.

Eventually Secondo comes back to you. He’s still annoyed.

You explain that you do feel insecure and why. You reiterate that it did look bad. You say you will ask him first next time.

He looks you in the eyes his gaze firm, “I would never, ever, cheat on you.”

Things get better after that. You feel more secure with him so you open up more. In turn he does as well.

You go out for a really nice meal, dancing, and you stumble back to his late and happy. He sweeps you into his arms and you dance round the room. Giggling happily. Next thing you know he’s kissing you passionately, and you collapse onto the sofa together.

Terzo

He thinks you are joking at first and laughs it off.

Even though it's a genuine misunderstaning, it doesn't stop him from being hurt.

It looks bad he knows that, but it was completely innocent.

He does not understand how you can think this of him. He’s crest fallen.

He would never hurt you, and he hoped you knew that.

He sits down, and puts his head in his hands. He then explains what really happened.

You’ve never seen him so quiet, so lacking in confidence.

You sit next to him and draw him into your arms.

You tell him that you misunderstood and it’s okay. You love him.

He repeats over and over that he'd never betray you.

You tell him you know that now. He’s still miserable, so you kiss him, long and slow. At last he smiles a little.

“Please trust your papa from now on hmm? You know I would never do that.”

You reassure him and then you spend the night cuddling and kissing.

“I need more reassuring cara, would you err do that for your papa?” He says with a wink leading to the bedroom.

Copia

You can’t bring yourself to accuse him. He would break. He would actually cry and be so confused.

You saw him showing his rats to another sibling.

You begin to ask him about it, but the moment you even imply anything, he breaks into gibberish. He's all rat noises and panicked Italian.

You can’t do it. You instantly take him in your arms. Apologising over and over.

His reaction is enough for you to know he’d never cheat.

He eventually calms and you say you are so sorry, it was stupid of you. You explain to him what you saw, but you know you read far too much into it.

You tell him it was because you were scared. You thought he would leave you.

“Cara I never would… you know that sí?” He goes back into fast, mumbled Italian.

You again reassure him. It takes weeks for him to settle again.

But after that the relationship is smoother.

You take him away to Rome for a romantic break, by way of apology. You drink from juice cartons in front of the colosseum.

He suggests sneaking back after dark. You arrive at the areana level to find two trycicles. You have a ridiculous but fun time chasing each other around.

He lets you win in the end because he wants to reward you with a kiss.

Old Nihil

He looks at you utterly bemused. He shakes his head, then his expression returns to loved up.

When asked again he replies “Nooo, you are confused. Seestor was telling you about something from a long, long, time ago.”

You tried to explain to him that you mean now, but he just stares at you, shakes his head while smiling lovingly and repeats that no it was a long time ago, he’s learnt, never again.

“Have I ever told you, how beautiful your eyes are?” He looks at you adoringly and you realise he would never cheat on you.

You then assure him all is well. He is worried about you, you are acting strange.

When he realises all is okay he breaks out into an even bigger grin and pulls you close to him and kisses you. “I am done working for the day” he says with a flirty grin.

At his current age (and considering how much of a simp he is) Nihil is mentally incapable of cheating at this point.

Besides, you think anyone else is capable of making the 7 Inches of Satanic Panic under his robes hard? You think he'd want anyone else to go down just like Holy Mary on him?

Nah, there's only one person Kissing this Go-Goat and it's you.

Young Nihil

I mean it’s Nihil. He’s impulsive at that age.

“What.” He spits out. “You really think I would do that?”

You resist saying he already has, not to you personally, but still.

“If you want to play those games with me, honey, then you had better accept the consequences.” There is a dark edge to his voice, his eyes a raging sea.

“I made that mistake once. On stage, when I was playing a part. But now you accuse me anyway?! Fuck it. I might as well shag someone else. Since you are going to treat me like I have anyway."

He storms from the room, slamming the door behind him.

He’s gone for hours, you start to worry.

You go out looking for him. You find him drunk and alone in a bar. A bottle of Vodka next to him, no glass.

His face lights up for a moment when he sees you, then he remembers and it falls.

You see then that nihil, despite his front and impulsiveness, is just another lost boy. He told you how his childhood messed him up. He needs love and reassurance just as much you do.

“Nihil…Papa…I am so sorry.” You sit next to him, and he pulls away from you. “I can see you’ve learnt. I’m so sorry for not trusting you. Please I know I’ve made a mistake. You learnt from yours, please give me a second chance. I can learn too., I just…something happened to me, I’ll tell you properly soon… but I find it hard to trust. Please let me fix this.”

He finally looks at you and nods. He pulls you close to him, and places a sloppy drunk kiss on your cheek “I guess we are a good pair then. Both idiots who are trying to fix things. I know what I did was wrong. I lost someone I loved from it. I don’t want to lose you. I would never cheat.”

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Words as Sweet as Honey -Aizawa Shota x Reader

A/n: technically this is for a request but also it's givin' me a break O.o

I may write and post another one in a few hours, but no promises! <33

General info:

Genre: fluff // wc: 1,388 // female reader

Summary: Aizawa Shota never knew that words could be anything but hurtful or empty until he met you.

Aizawa Shota brought many different emotions and thoughts from a lot of different people. But almost none of them were endearing.

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"Moody and grim. Doesn't seem like the type to have a social circle."

"Myserious and untrustworthy. I'm sure he's the traitor of UA."

"Strict and unreliable. He likes to sleep and lie a lot."

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Were all some of the things Shota heard many times in his lifetime, in the beginning they bothered him, but after a while he develeoped an immunity to such cowardly insults.

He thought words were meaningless and wouldn't affect him anymore. But he never thought that mere words could make him feel so... warm.

It started with one goregous, playful, kind, and bold assistant. She had just got her degree for teaching and started working as an assistant. Even though Aizawa complained about having to 'pick up her slack' Principal Nezu didn't even bat an eye and assigned you to him. A part of him actually thought the two of you would work quite well together and partially hoped you'd take a liking to the tsundere teacher, and he'd do the same for you.

It took so long that he started to loose hope, but after a year and a half Shota asked you out. The two of you dated for nine months before you jumped into engagement, and then marriage three months later.

Nezu was pleased, the students were flabergasted, your fellow coworkers were smug -and a few quite richer then before-, and the two of you finally found somone who made you happy.

Even when Shota was dating you, he kept telling himself that the reason your sugar filled compliments made his face so hot and his knees so weak was because you two were still new. It was exciting to have someone he cared for that felt the same for him, and he was xsurex that you would eventually stop having that effect on him.

And he continued to make exuses and brush your words off until one night three weeks into your marriage.

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You were both quietly holding one another, him on his back, and you on his chest. After a very meaningful night full of one another and kisses as sweet as honey, you were simply bathing in one another's presense, so in love with eachother that your hearts ached.

"Shota.. you're so goregous.." you murmurred, causing his chest to shake in a chuckle.

"Say what you want Princess."

"I mean it." You replied, holding yourself up to gaze into his dark eyes.

"Okay, whatever floats your boat."

"Shota. You're goregous. Why do you keep thinking otherwise?"

Shota just sighed in annoyance, resting his hand on your head to gently guide you back to his chest.

"Don't worry about it Kitten.. let's just go back to silence."

"No no no. This is important.. why do you keep denying how goregous you are?!"

"Y/n.. I'm sorry for worrying you, I just don't see what you mean, you don't need to worry my love."

"Shota Aizawa. Look at me." You demand, pushing up to grasp his chin, caputring his gaze with your piercing e/c eyes.

"You. Are. Goregous. You are literally the sexiest man alive- I have never seen anyone more attractive then you. Your black eyes that may seem cold but are actually full of love, your smile- though sometimes creepy- is very endearing. Your hair is so soft and dreamy.. and your-"

"Okay okay- that's enough." Shota blushed, face a deep red.

"Do you really?" You ask, eyes piercing his.

"Y-yeah.."

"Good." Releasing your grip on his chin you move it to brush a strand of hair out of his face, staring into his onyx eyes. Leaning down, you pressed your lips against his, kissing him sweetly.

Moving one hand to your waist and another to cheek Shota kissed you back, causing you to hum and entangle your hands into his hair.

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Since that night Shota acknowledged how your words affected him, letting himself indulge in your honey-sweet words, returning them with his own, one upping you by giving you a breath taking kiss with each compliment.

After a while his world expanded into three people instead of two, your son holding a special place in his heart, mere inches below your own special place.

Aizawa Satoshi, first born son of Aizawa Shota and Aizawa y/n. He was deemed a genious since the beginning, and he shined from his light. He was full of smiles and laughter, he made friends quickly, due to his friendliness and kindess.

He had his Mama's eyes, and his Dada's hair. His facial structure leaned towards his Mama's, but he had his Dad's jawline.

Shota's love continues to grow each day, and so far has had eight beautiful years with his firstborn son. Even though some days were harder then others, he loved his son entirely, and was eternally greatful to you for both carrying and birthing the children the two of you shared.

Next came Emiko, your daughter. Once again she molded another place for herself, completely level with her older brother.

Emiko was sweet as sugar, and made anyone she ran into melt. Like her brother, she smiled all the time, and was a pro at negotiating.

Once again like her brother, she had Dada's hair and Mom's eyes, but she looked identical to her Dad, only resembling her Mom'd appearance with her eyes, height, and nose.

She was loved by all, but her number one fan had to be her brother.

The older boy took care of his sister since day one, she immediately took place as his best friend, and they were inseperable. Even though most days they fought like cats and dogs, if xanyonex dared try and harm her they'd have to go through her big brother, and then had to deal with their parents a few seconds later.

Emiko was only two years younger then Satoshi, and will be turning six in two weeks.

And then came Seji. Much like his older siblings he was full of smiles and kindness, making friends just as easy. Though a bit spoiled, he got along with everyone well.

Unlike his silbings, he had familiar onyx eyes and h/c hair, and instead of resembling most of one of his parents he had a largte mix in him, barely leaning more towards you.

Once again his special spot was level with his siblings, number two in Shota's entire world, mere inches below his Mama. Seji just turned two, and was protected by his entire family- including the cats.

If the Aizawa kids' goregous Mama wasn't enough to convince Shota that words weren't just empty or hurtful, but that they could be full of love, his kids finished the job.

Shota was truly spoiled. Spoiled beyond compare- in his opinion.

Every morning he was greeted by the cutest 'Dada!' or 'Daddy~!', creating a warmth that exploded from his chest, spreading all across his body.

To accompany the sweet nicknames, his kids made sure to tell him that he was very handsome, that they loved him very much, and spread secrets about their Mama.

"Mama said that you were the bestest Daddy ever!"

"Dada, Dada! Mommy says that she loved you a week after you met! Did you love her then too?!"

"Mommy says that she wants another baby!!"

"Daddy~! Mommy bought a pillow with you on it!"

Shota chuckled as the little ones rambled to him, always saving the information to tease you with later.

Due to Shota working so much, he got the kids ready for school, holding Seji the majority of the time, and then poutedly woke you up, apologizing as he gives you your morning, breath taking kiss, and handing you your toddler.

He would then take the older two kids to school and then hurry to UA himself. He would also pick the kids up and then come home to you and Seji, smiling as the toddler grabbed for him, making sure to give you a kiss while shuffling Seji around, making sure both himself and the three year old were comfortable.

Though your family wasn't perfect, and you had many rough patches- as every family does- you all loved one anther greatly, and you would make sure to get through and hard time together, no matter how imposibble it seemed.

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What if...WB!Wild flock-bonded with somone other than Hyrule and Legend?

“Hi! I’m Four!” The smith sticks out his hand, waiting expectantly for Link, now Wild, to take it. 

“I know.” They’ve already been introduced at the disastrous first encounter with the group. Another mission for the goddess because his soul is cursed and someone up there has a bet going on. At least, that’s what he tells himself to keep from cursing.

Four’s smile stays, hand out, but it's growing a little strained. Then his eyes flash violet. “Ah, do you not like touching people? I shouldn’t have assumed.”

This is more consideration than he expects and pushes him to reach out and shake the hand. “Touching is okay. Just ah, not my wings, please.”

“Noted!” The violet shifts back to red and his smile is nothing but warm. He doesn’t prod as to why Wild might not like his wings being touched. “You’re a magpie, right? Those are social birds! I’m a social bird too. I also, ah, tend to chatter a lot? So if I get on your nerves, you can tell me to shut up and I won’t mind.”

The champion ruffles his wings slightly. “I wouldn’t do that! It’s rude!”

Red shifts into blue and he’s slightly bitter as he says, “You won’t think that when I talk your ear off.”

“I mean…I like to talk, too?” Wild offers. “I’m just not around a lot of people in my Hyrule when traveling. We could…take turns?”

“Really?” Four’s eyes shift through a kaleidoscope of colors before settling on green. It’s a curious trait, but bird tendencies can carry over in odd ways. 

“Yeah! I like learning new things and I like telling stories. Like, um…what’s your favorite kind of food?”

“O-Oh.” This isn’t the question Wild expects to trip Four up, but his wings are drooping. “Don’t laugh?”

Jeez, what kind of reactions were the others giving? Wild certainly isn’t one to point feathers with his…eclectic taste. He nods and makes a go on gesture.

“I like bugs!” Four claps a hand over his mouth like he wasn’t just asked.

Considering the type of bird he is, it makes sense. Wild grabs his slate and taps on the screen, pulling out a dead bee and handing it over. “I’m partial to beetles, myself, so I’ve got extra bees if you want one.”

Four takes the bug and stares, then shifts his gaze to Wild. His eyes do the color change again. “Do you…also…like bugs?”

“I do!” Wild takes a bite of his beetle and chirps with pleasure, relaxing his wings as he talks. “First one’s on the house, but usually I, ah, like to trade for them. Little things, you know?”

“I will absolutely trade you for bugs. Finally! A bird with good taste!” He holds out the bee in mock cheers, then happily plucks out the stinger before popping it in his mouth.

Maybe…being part of this flock won’t be so hard. Four could be a good friend.

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9 and 16 if you please

Hypnotic Voice, there's just something about a voice that can be soothing and commanding that you're eager and needy to hear more. Plue the idea of somone worming in on your thoughts and replacing them with theirs is hot

You might get mad at me but spirals all the way. I love a good pendulums going back and forth and back and forth but a spiral is so overwhelming. It holds your attention and never lets go as it drains me of thoughts and I can let go of who I am. Also they're really pretty 💖

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Multifandom characters with clingy s/o

Micheal Myers from Halloween

Men will litteraly stab you 29 times please do not touch him! He has to be the one who starts any phisical activities cuz he will get stressed otherwise

Be patient! He never really was in relationship He doesnt know how to feel and how to react

To be fair only physical contact He had wasn't probably nice and kind so it will take long time for him to warm up

Illidan Stormrage from WarCraft3

PLEase do! It full fills him with happiness!This guy just wants somone positive attention and pure love

He needs this comfort he is even more touch starved than I am! He just wants love really

Yeah he is a criminal, so what? He wants cuddles too! And please hold his hand hes so happy:D

Also after his whole demon emo phase please complement his new look cuz he might be a bit insecure

Brahms Heelshire from The Boy 2016

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He is the most clingy boy you gonna ever meet

Please do

When he finds out that s/n like hugs as much as he does, s/n is never going to get rid of him. He always puts his hand in hers(or his idc) hands or hugs from behind when s/o does chores

Yes he is horny 24/7 BUT he treats this hugs a bit difrent than just 'invitation' for some activities but as actual way to show that he cares and loves her without all sexy stuff. Slow weekends with lazy breakfast in bed and cuddling till 1pm is his perfect day

Arthas from WarCraft3

His first instinct is 'wha- did something happen? Let me protect' but then he remembers hes edgy and epic and he cant show emotions cuz hes so so spooky.

Yes yes s/o you will get your hugs but privite chambers okay? He has demons to kill he cant afford risking your life because you wanted to cuddle

But please don't let this act fool you, he really does care, in his own Arthas way... even if it seems cold he kinda lost his soul and emotions few years ago so yeah have fun dealing with that

Eddie Glueskin from Outlast

Ayoo??😳

Consensual touch??? 🤨 is that a trap?? He never, idk he never felt this type of positive touch

Oh please teach him your ways, how are you so comforting, so kind, so warm so so you!

He already plans wedding and everything! Oh you are just too perfect!

Billy Lenz from og Black Chrismas

He will bark at anyone in 10meter radius from you! Once you give him any hugs he will get addicted!

He will just walk behind you like stray puppy :( please dont ignore him he wants affection

Then he finds out about hand holding! Now he can fallow you like stray puppy while holding your hand and fidget with it! He might bite tho