#and he doesnt mind me falling asleep to his soothing voice

[4pfsukuna]

Bed Peace

Debrief: Touch deprived and exhausted Terry always finds solace in your bed. Fluff

‘Curled up with my head on your chest is the best remedy for the pain and the stress’

The first thing you notice when your eyes open is that you aren't home alone. You don't move though, instead just listening to the sounds fluttering through your apartment before noticing it's the early hours of the morning right before the sun rises and the sky is that wicked purple color.

The morning breeze flutters through the room making the curtains rustle,  goosebumps raise slightly on your skin, the brown silk sheets not helping to keep you warm. You settle for closing your eyes letting your head sink further into the plush pillows, scarf somewhere on the floor.

It's when the bed dips slightly and you feel a pressure on your lower abdomen that you finally relax. Being on edge for weeks not knowing if he was okay or where he even was. It's when your hands come down to the nape of his neck playing with the hair there that he sighs heavily, finally wrapping his arms around your waist, fingers curling into you as if you're going to float away if he doesn't.

As if this is just a dream that he's going to wake up from and be back in training.

As if this a dream and he’ll go back to the nightmare his reality turned into.

“I'm here” you promised, squeezing his arm watching the large man visibly sigh, one arm falling to hang off the bed as he begins to doze off the fatigue of the past few days finally catching up to him. Fatigue from constantly running, moving, planning, executing… PACING.

Running your fingers down his spine, the nape of his neck, ears, sideburns and even his hair for what feels like minutes but is actually hours and in your own way this was your version of how he curled his fingers around you to really make sure he's there. Not that he minds between falling asleep and basking in your soft touch does he notice how touch starved he actually is. 

The next time he wakes up is only 2 hours later the sunlight dancing through the spaces in your blackout curtains flashing through his eyelids. The heat of the morning sun warming up the parts of his skin you weren't still rubbing, caressing and it eases him again though he hates he can't stay asleep past the sunrise.

“Sorry i forgot to close the curtains” you whisper, reaching for it not expecting his hand to grab yours placing it back on his neck his own way of saying he didn't mind… as long as you kept touching him.

And when he doesnt feel your hands moving on him he lifts his head green eyes looking unreal in the morning sun, fucking perfect. Flawless skin, pretty and thick lips… who was talking about who?

“Just say you wanted to see my eyes in the sun” he teases watching as you smile a small giggle erupting past your lips before he pulls the curtain closed this time laying on your chest. He's quick, wrapping and arm around you, his hand sliding up your shirt fully locking you in place and you aren't even sure who's holding who any more as you tangle your legs in his and that's when he really sighs.

It's like you were holding him down, keeping him grounded.

“Missed you” he murmurs into your neck inhaling your scent of strawberry vanilla unfamiliar since he was so used to your coconut scent. He keeps inhaling, holding you tight each time he does.

“Stop it” you giggle pushing him not that it does anything from how tight he's wrapped himself around you.

“You smell good” his morning voice rasp and it takes everything in you not to shudder. It's probably for the better if you couldn't see his eyes right now. And it's silent for a while. you almost think he dozed back off until—

“Really missed you” 

“You're safe with me, it's just us. You and me” you promise and it's your turn to squeeze him tight. 

“You can stay right here. Just lay right here. Everything is okay right here” you soothe running your hands down his cheeks over his broad shoulder feeling the gauze pad and then his spine— another gauze pad.

The sadness fills your heart for him and the way that THIS is the only thing he wants. The only thing he needs.

“You can stay right here” you squeeze tighter, pulling a soft groan from him as he nuzzles further into your chest.

“Just lay right here” your hand runs over his head caressing and stroking with your thumb his eyes closing and just focusing on your words and the feeling of your body against his.

“Everything is okay right here” you promise, leaving a kiss on his forehead running your hands over his hot skin once more before the two of you slowly doze off locked in another unable to move.

[sunflower-coconut]

THEIR CONTACT NAME IN YOUR PHONE ft Sylus & Xavier

A/N: This is mainly for Malaysian/Indonesian girls because the names are heavily related to Malaysian/Indonesian language

SYLUS🪶

You were in the shower at Sylus’, washing the day away after a particularly hard mission and unlike any other days, you had left your phone on the bed.

Now, Sylus wasnt usually one to breach your privacy but lately something had piqued his curiosity.

Unlocking your phone with his face ID, he opened up your message app. Right at the top was his name- his very recognizable name except for a little addition at the end.

*Sylusku*

His eyebrows furrowed, a little disappointed at the simplicity of the name. He would have expected something sweet, seeing that both had been dating for sometime now.

Maybe something like Lover, or Darling. Hell, he doesnt mind if it was Sy Sy even, but just his name was a little surprising.

In his wonder, he didnt realize you were done showering.

“Um, Sylus, what are you doing on my phone?”

He looked up to the sight of you half naked and tried to keep focus on the task at hand.

“What does Sylusku mean, kitten?” He asked, voice low and uncharacteristically unsure.

You immediately turned red, walking closer to your lover. “Uh, it means: My Sylus. To add -ku in my language means to show that something belongs to you.” Doubt grows in you as you observe Sylus’ reaction.

While it has been a few months since you both started dating, maybe calling him yours was a bit too presumptuous.

Sylus simply hummed, low in his throat and you fidget under his thoughtful gaze.

“If youre uncomfortable with it, I can change it. It’s no big de–“ Before you were able to finish your nervous rambling, Sylus had pulled your wrist towards himself causing you to fall directly into his arms.

“Now, why would I be uncomfortable with such a fitting name. I am indeed yours, and I wouldnt have it any other way” he confessed as his lips met yours.

XAVIER ✨

Both you and Xavier were relaxing in your apartment. As of late it seems like the apartment upstairs had become less and less of use.

You were sitting on the couch, with Xavier sprawled out, head in your lap.

His eyes were closed, content with lying on your lap along with your hands playing with his hair.

You were also absentmindedly humming a tune. It wasnt something he was familiar with but he recognize it due to how frequent you hum it. He wasnt sure whether you even realize it yourself.

“Y/N, what song are you humming? It’s very soothing” He questioned, curiosity finally getting the best of him.

“Oh, uh, it’s a song from my childhood. It reminds me of you.” You answered, surprised that Xavier was awake.

“Sing it for me” he asked.

Though not really confident with your singing voice, you listened.

Dengarlah bintang hatiku aku akan menjagamu

Dalam hidup dan matiku hanya kaulah yang ku tuju

Dan teringat janjiku padamu

Suatu hari pasti akan ku tepati*

You glanced down only to find Xavier finally asleep.

Ever since then; that was his contact on your phone.

—

A/N: This is like my first ever fic on tumblr and i wrote this for fun.

[voidselfshipp]

Taking care of the caretaker

Cw: mentuons of a mom figure being sick,unhealthy households,disrespect of boundaries.

Summary: Spine takes care of his sweet north star,who is tired of taking care of their human ex-mother.

>Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

>A/N: coping/Vent fic.

--Spiiine-- Sunny called out,entering their bedroom with only a big shirt on.

--Yes,love?--Spine asked,comfortably laying down on his lovers bed,only lit up by the nightlamp. He is Reading one of the books his lover has in their shelf. His pretty black eyes look up from the tome with Curiosity but concern.

As of late, their human mother (adoptive)has been sick. And though they had cut contact,there were these exceptions to the rule that drove them nuts.

See,the human was the least cooperative patient on the planet. Despite sunnys insistence that she gets checked up,she didnt let up and simply conformed to suffer and put the weight of her sickness on the poor robot.

--I either need a nap,to murder someone,or maybe both.

--Sounds t'me you need a nap-- he marked the page and opened his arms. Sunny crawls to him and nestles their face on his chest. His voice lowers to a whisper as he talks-- I know things have been stressin' as of late,but itll soon pass and you wont have to deal with her anymore.

Sunny hissed out a tired sigh,messing with their hair as a coping mechanisms to ground himself. They nodd along to his words when they settle. --Its just...shes so stubborn about it. She is coughing up a lung,not being able to eat, and when I tell her to rest,stay put and drink water she doesnt do anything! I get shes busy but...I cant Keep taking care of her like this.

Spine squeezed his lover in his strong arms,his lips kissed the top of their head. I understand,Handsome. I get it...If its too stressin' there is no shame in throwin' the towel. Shes not your responsability,not when youve done more than anyone can ask of you and she still doesnt listen.

--Im just sick of it,And tired-- they insist,nuzzling his chest. He brings them comfort,unimaginable ammounts of it.-- its always the fucking same.

--Tell you what...-- he answered-- And please,do listen to me, from now on,you stop going to her place. She can call you if she needs anythin'. And if you do have to go,im goin' with you.

They nodd.

--Thank you,spiney--They murmur.

--Any day,Cowboy-- He answered,the nickname makes him chuckle-- Power down,ill still be here when you wake up.

Sunny nodds,and spine turns off the lamp. There in the semi darkness both snuggle under the covers. He feels his partner's beard like hair press against his chest. He coos and soothes them with his voice.

Minutes pass until theyre able to fully relax,their mind going a mile a minute and full of stress. Its not easy to handle someone like their human mother, the fine line between self respect and caring for her was a hard one to walk.

But spine wont let them fall into complacency,he helps them set their limits. Enough was enough,and so here he was. He kisses their hands with loving abandon. And slowly he hears them power down.

Quietly, he embraces them and looks down at the sleeping form of his boyfriend. He smiles and nuzzles the top of their head,his sweet little north star. His fingers tread across their hair,unkotting it.

He wishes he could help more with all the things they Carry on their shoulders. He does what he can,of course,but hes learn in his very long life that things can become very tricky.

Sunny probably spends a solid hour "asleep". When they wake,they find Spine still there. He looks down at them and smiles,his eyes soften Like silk for a Man made of metal. His lips press to their forehead and they giggle half asleep.

--How did you sleep,love?--He asked,stroking their cheeks,so handsome with their male faceplate.

--Slept..fine--they yawn,slowly sitting on his lap. They rub the sleep out of their eyes-- Main System...booting up. English module engaged.. -- They sigh, feeling a million directives zap through their processor. Its overwhelming

--Are you okay?

Spine sits up, his knuckles stroking across their biceps. He takes their arms Gently and his head tilts as he all but scans them for any signs of trouble.

--Im okay-- sunny reassured-- Just.. slept too hard. Im..Low on sunlight.. do you mind..?

He nodds and picks them up easily. One arm goes under the back of their naked thighs,the other hand cups the back of their neck as he stands up. Steam comes out of his joints as he walks with a slight bounce towsrds the kitchen/livingroom where the grand windows sit.

Gently,he sets them down on the comfy sofa. Theyre sorrounded by plants and sun catchers.

Sunny pulls their shirt over their head from the back,and they let it rest covering their chest. Instantly they feel their batteries begin to charge.--Im going to be here a while.-- they note,turning to look at spine who is trying very hard to look away. They can hear his fans kicking up.

"Been together for years,and yet.." they thought,all amused.

--Ill- Ill go boot up the console-- he announced,his voice faltering as he stands up and fast walks to the TV.

--Hey,spine?--Sunny asks with a smile.

He turns,his eyes softening and forgetting for a moment how his electric pulse is off the charts. He smiles a little.

--Yes, North star?

--I love you

Spine chuckles,his shoulders untensing. He nodds and answers:

--Love you too-- he winks and returns to walking to the TV and console.

The rest of the afternoon is spent playing videogames together. Spine might suck at them,but hes trying his best- and hes with the bot he loves the most. What else could he ask for?.

[haptureratch]

I've been woken up from sleep by cramps and can't fall back asleep. Words fill my mind and I want to say them to him. I want to explain everything I've been processing so far. But I can't. Since it's the middle of the night and it also feels like a bad idea to have serious dialogue during the week with his job. It would be IG voice notes but we see how well that went last time. Mainly I would want to say that I don't know how to reconcile what happened. I said so many things and he hyperfocused on just a few of them and got angry. (And I also think those comments were not seen from my perspective but also I cannot invalidate the emotions my words caused. Maybe they rubbed something sensitive within him, maybe he has his own scars. But how could I know if he doesnt tell me?) I never thought I'd turn my critical/pessimistic side on him and I thought he'd never get angry in that way with me. And I don't know how to reconcile it. His long text told me I am too much. I interpreted it as a threat to get better or there's no future for us. I had asked for patience and presence during my difficult weeks at the start and I don't think I got that.....but he has also always asked for the benefit of the doubt and I definitely didn't practice that in the moment that sparked all this. I don't think I can be my true self around him 100% because now I don't trust myself anymore. And if I show "too much mental illness", I fear he's going to make the decisions for me and walk away because I 'need help and not him'.

These thoughts are building off my last entry about shying away and trying to self soothe (and it mirroring how I react within the context of my relationship with my dad).

I fear I have questioned Steven one too many times and I'm not allowed to do it again. I don't think he knows how to be with someone like me, someone with intimacy and attachment issues. Which leads me back to thinking there is no one for me since I am too flawed, too broken. It all acts as a self-fulfilling prophecy and I hate it.

I almost want to send him this entry because I want him to know what's going on but I absolutely fucking will not. The only mode of serious conversation from now on will be phone calls or in-person. Because the intensity of all that was insane and too much for me. And I never want to go through it again.

----

Also there's something about that weekend still sitting with me. The night he drank a lot. Maybe I am overanalyzing my reaction but I think I remember him almost scoffing at me when I got triggered in bed (when he was teasing me about not getting to orgasm). Bud, that's a trauma response. You can't scoff at me. I'm hurt by that. And how I said one comment about vaguely thinking the time for me to move to Portland would be my 40s....and he just....I don't know. Closed up and I felt like I had to soothe and coax him out of it because it felt like a person being on the brink of anger and you go into a people-pleasing state to avert that. Like I said, it is ENTIRELY POSSIBLE that I am overanalyzing and letting too many situations mirror my internalized dysfunctional parent-child interactions. But if what I'm thinking is valid and based in true reality, he needs to go to therapy. He has to know what's going to trigger him and I need to be prepared too so that I can act from an informed place.

Maybe I should ask him more about his past relationships and what fights were about and how he got through them. We have to keep in mind that he had two 5-yr relationships. And all humans are messy. I might he more insecure than the average, but I can't be too far from something he's already experienced before. There's got to be a way to get us long-term.

And god I'm so relieved for this menstrual clarity. My mind feels like my own again. These are the thoughts I can trust. I feel rational again. But I still don't know what's going on for him and he just started shooting and wouldn't tell me more when I asked. So I'll keep to myself until the weekend. Because there's some wildcard energy in the mix and I need to act with caution. I'm not fucking this up again.

I have good instincts somewhere in here. Like when that tire that popped from the semi truck right next to my car on the highway the day of his silent anger. I heard the sound of something hit my car, I didn't swerve, I glanced at the moving semi next to me and saw the rubber bouncing around the rim of the wheel and I knew immediately what had happened. And I immediately drove to the shoulder to speed up and get ahead of the rest of the tire threatening to fly off. No one else knew what was going on. The truck I passed on the shoulder probably thought I was insane. But once I passed him the semi tire flew off and I saw him swerving to avoid it in my rearview mirror.

I do have good instincts. I just don't know when my 'gut feelings' are instinct or paranoia where intimate relationships are concerned.

[fatuismooches]

Okay, first of all..

YOUR WRITING AKSJAKSJAKAJAAK OMG I'M SQUEALING SO HARD, U DONT KNOW HOW MUCH HAPPINESS U BRING TO ME (ESPECIALLY UR CAPITANO IS SO 💓🥺😩💞), THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR MAKING SUCH A GOOD CONTENT TO A LOT OF US 💓💓💞🛐

second,

If ur request is still open and if u dont mind, may i request Capitano with a female reader that has an ability to heal whenever she sings? But her voice is so soothing that it makes him fall asleep 😅 (but he doesnt mind about it bcs thats the only time where he can finally release all of his tension and feel at peace) So everytime Capitano came back from a war and has some injuries, she will hold his hands and start singing to heal him while he slowly descent to his peaceful sleep

U dont have to do it if u are not comfortable with the idea and sorry for the bad english 😅

-🥝

♡ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ♡

synopsis: Capitano carries a great burden as a Fatui Harbinger, but it starts to take less of a toll when he's blessed with your lovely songs.

includes: capitano w/ fem! reader

notes: This is literally such a sweet request and I love this dynamic so much <33. I just know that Capitano would love someone the opposite of him!! I hope you like this!

You are his beautiful, perfect little maiden. Really, Capitano does not know how he got so lucky to have met someone as peaceful and soothing as you. And for you to fully reciprocate his feelings? To wholly love this monster, when he takes lives and you save them instead? He feels almost guilty but can’t give you up. And when you show him your magnificent ability, this feeling amplifies a lot more. He’s never cared much for weak people, but you’ve opened up his eyes some more to the abilities of others. You may not fight, but your songs lift the spirits, both physically and mentally, of the wounded soldiers and increase morale. Everyone quite literally loves you (cue Capitano in the back, jealous of the attention the rest of the soldiers are getting.) He’s a silent person by nature, so he never ever interrupts your singing. Shows his displeasure quietly if anyone else were to do so.

There’s only so much bandages and medicinal salves can do to treat wounds. You have to let time pass to fully recover. But nope, not anymore. Even if he gets the tiniest scratch, you’re running to him to you can sing the wound away. (Just think of Capitano trying to tend to the flowers like you do and ends up getting pricked by a thorn. Begins to do it on purpose so he can hear your songs more often. Honestly, he thinks it’s adorable how he’s so much more bigger and stronger than you, yet you get worried about him over anything.) He loathes to leave you alone, but duty calls of course. But something cute I think, is that you’d sing a song and record it on a Radiant Spincrystal so he could listen to it when he’s out fighting. (Don’t ask me how that would work. It just works because I said so!) So now every day after a battle, the whole camp can hear your singing voice coming from Capitano’s tent. No one says a word about how all of them can hear it, they enjoy it too after all and no one has the heart or guts to report this to their Lord Harbinger. Your singing really calms him down - if he’s having a rough day away from you he just plays the spin crystal and it relaxes him a lot. Tends to think about what kind of souvenir or trinket he should get you this time after he wins this war. Another thing - he likes to write down things about the scenery, people, animals, etc about the nation/area he’s visiting, so that you can use it as inspiration for your songs. Secretly feels really happy when you come up with something based on his notes.

But of course, nothing is better than the real thing in person. This is why you always make sure to sit by the window every day when your lover is supposed to be returning soon. To greet him with a welcome home melody! And boy, is he ever so internally excited for this every time. Everyone else sees his stiff, upright emotionless posture, but he’s literally beaming internally that he finally gets to hold you again, hear your lovely chirpy voice, feel your gentle caresses… a battle worn and torn warrior in love with his tender and soft healer at its finest. (It’s also amusing to think about the maids and butlers just standing there silently while you're draped over your lover singing a sweet tune to him. Capitano has learned to deal with it.) 

The best part is when you urge him into your private quarters and badger him to take off all his heavy armor and clothing so you could heal him already. It’s always a mesmerizing process actually - the big, fluffy coat goes first and drops to the floor, then the multiple armor pieces he wears on different parts of his body. Finally comes the regular clothing that is quickly thrown off. Sometimes the wounds are small and infrequent, or they’re big. (Well, for the sake of the story let’s say that… who is wounding such a high ranking Harbinger lol.) And then you get to work, pressing your hands gently against the wounded areas and beginning to sing. You’ve memorized which songs he likes the best of course. The first few times you did this Capitano fell asleep sitting up and you were literally trapped in his lap. Now you make him lie down before you heal. And while Capitano has some… thoughts about your ability to make him doze off some quickly, he grows to not mind it. At first, he was cautious of it. He has concerns about appearing vulnerable in front of anyone, even you. He’s just not used to it. But he begins to wake up feeling more rested than usual. Of course, your healing made him feel better physically but these naps after hearing your singing just made him feel better. And he got to wake up to you clinging to his arm. You described this as him feeling “peaceful” since his body and mind were free of tension from your singing. He grows to look forward to injuries now…

Capitano also gets frequently worried about the state of your throat (he’s protective over you by a WHOLE LOT.) You’ve been singing for too long and your throat is getting all scratchy and hoarse? Too bad for the other soldiers - he’s escorting you to your shared bedroom so you can get some rest. The kind of lover who would actually hold the glass of water and tilt your head back so you can drink it. You are not lifting a finger after your performances. (Thankfully they have big cups that are big enough for his hands hehe.) And if there’s specific food you want to eat for your throat? You’re going to have it, no matter what. And if you ever lost your voice for a few days?! He would genuinely be so sad and make you stay in bed all day. I know he’d keep all of the notes you wrote down to communicate with him though. Haha, it’s very cute to imagine that Capitano is standing there, watching the recruits train menacingly, while you’re there on standby in case of any injuries, radiating sunshine. Everyone is used to you two strolling down the hallways, hand in hand, your singing filling the empty and desolate space while Capitano dutifully marches behind you. Quite an unusual pair, but a very good one.

[akiitos]

Hihihiiiii

uhhh

hru :D i hope ure healthy and well (unlike me/hj)

Uhhhh anyways! If possible, could I request a Toya, Akito, Rui, and Tsukasa (separate obv) with a gn reader who literally cannot sleep with 1) something in their arms, and 2) atleast something the reader can hear (whether itd be music, a normal conversation, a tv playing, anYTHING)

Also heres two little scenarios if you have a hard time trying to figure out what to do with this request: 1) them cuddling their s/o while either singing or just talking with the reader, or maybe just a song playing or a channel going off on the tv. 2) when they get home at like 10pm they just find the reader sleeping with a squishmallow and a spotify playlist going off from their phone. Or 3) after they finish talking to someone on the phone, they go to theirs' and s/o's shared room just to find them sleeping peacefully with a squishmallow (next thing they know its because they were talking to someone on the phone)

Uhh if your requests are closed, you can just ignore this (or delete it), and if you feel as if you cant do this, feel free to once again, ignore or delete

Alright I should uhh prolly go now it's 4:20am here and I'm supposed to be awake by 6:30am (not like im gonna sleep honestly)

Alrighty, uhhh, byebhe have a nice day/night

(also im sorry if it's a lil disorganized to you)

project sekai boys x gn!reader

summary: you tend to fall asleep when you're cuddling something, and if youre listening to something!

;; hcs style

@ toya aoyagi

• you were literally SO tired but toya was over and it was insane. so you just got your favorite plush and hugged it as he left the room for a bit

• but uhhh you wanted something to be listening to aswell

• so you just got out your phone, played the shared playlist that you and him have and just shut your eyes in a soft bliss

• after a few minutes, he walked into your room and had almost no reaction-

• i mean, he was pretty suprised that you fell asleep this quick.

• he kissed your cheek and ran his cold hands against your warm body lovingly

• he tried going near you without waking you up, and probably fell asleep too tbh

• cute.

@ akito shinonome

• he knew of your habits beforehand, and didn't seem to care

• so, he wasn't suprised when you asked him to call you in the middle of the night so you can sleep

• he pretended to be annoyed, but still agreed to it anyway.

• it was like 12 am and you asked if he could talk about his day, or tell stories

• he did, and honestly...

• best experience ever. may ask again!

• if you do end up falling asleep on call with him, he'll go on mute and admire you (NOT IN A WEIRD WAY)

• he'd fall asleep after you.

• he's so ahhhhhebsnka

@ rui kamishiro

• sort of like akito, you'd mostly call/face time him if he couldn't be with you at the moment

• if he notices you cant sleep, he'll ask if you'd want to call -- if you say yes, then he'll happily obliege.

• he'll talk about anything. literally anything

• mostly about his inventions, though

• he's one of the best people to go to for this, since his voice is so relaxing. like wtf??

• if he notices you're asleep, he'll either stay on call- or hang up and send you a sweet text message.

• he doesnt mind calling you whatsoever, and actually enjoys it, since he likes having someone to rant to.

• rly helpful! 5☆ ratingg

@ tsukasa tenma

• ok. here this boy goes

• he likes buying you plushies, and everytime you sleep with them, it reminds you of him

• you like sleeping over at his house, as he likes sleeping over at your house too.

• no matter whose house, he'll be really good at talking

• he can talk about ANYTHING. when i say anything, i mean ANYTHING

• be it his sister, his life, hell- he'll even talk about you!

• when he does talk to you, he has the calm voice that soothes you to sleep

• fallen asleep already? ah, too bad, i wasnt done yet, he says as he kisses your forehead and lays down beside you

[edith-hyde]

Hi idk how many oneshot requests you have so there's no pressure. I'd like to request one where reader and Norman are married and she wakes up from a nightmare (doesnt have to be described) and Norman comforts her with soothing touches and reassuring words and holds her close until she falls asleep again.

Sorry this took me so long. Hope ya enjoy!

Darkness twisted in your mind. Horrible scenes displaying your fears made your blood run cold. As you tossed and turned, you felt like there were bugs crawling all over you. 

With a jolt and a yelp, you sat up. 

For a brief moment you had no idea where you were. The dark room looked foreign and scary as you struggled to free your mind from the nightmare you had just escaped. 

“Y/N?”

The questioning voice brought an instant feeling of relief. You looked to your right and found your husband staring at you with concern. You immediately reached out and took his hand, forcing a smile. 

“Sorry? Did I wake you?”

Norman moved to sit up. Cautiously, he started rubbing your back as he searched your face. 

“Did you have a nightmare?” He questioned. 

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Norman commanded, “Come here.”

Norman pulled you towards him and wrapped his arms around you. You breathed a sigh of contentment as you settled against his chest. You absently started fiddling with the buttons of his pajamas as you spoke. 

“It was awful… like everything that could go wrong, did. And it felt so real…”

“I’ve had those,” Norman said softly, “Feels like the world is falling apart…”

“Yeah…”

Norman rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head. 

“But it’s over now. You’re home, safe, with me. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

You smiled. The sensation of his touch soothed you like it always did. The terrible feeling left by the nightmare was starting to fade. But still, some of the fear lingered. 

“I hope I don’t have it again,” you said with a frown. 

“Just go back to sleep,” Norman whispered. 

“I’m scared to,” you pouted.

Norman started rubbing circles into your back.

“Do you want me to put you to sleep?”

“How would you do that?” You chuckled. 

“Just close your eyes…”

You did as you were told and Norman began rattling off equations and chemical compounds. As you listened to him talk about his work, you slowly drifted off. 

Norman continued talking for quite some time until he also dozed off. His arms remained around you and neither one of you had nightmares for the rest of the night.

[thefanbasewhore]

Bucky has a nightmare and hurts the reader?

Summary: Bucky has a nightmare and mistakes the reader for someone else.

Warning/content: physical violence, choking, Bucky is a mess, reader is hurt by Bucky.

Paring: Bucky Barnes x female reader

A/n: I wrote this really fast, it's not proof read.

Part 2 coming soon - comment If you want to be tagged

It all happened so fast, one minute she's fast asleep, not a worry in the world until a cool, vibranium arm wraps around her neck so fast her eyes could barely react quick enough to open and find the source.

Once opening, it's blurry. Unshed tears kiss her waterline as her body reacts naturally, scratching and clawing at the man pressing his metal appendages, squeezing her windpipe close. It doesn't phase him, the sting of ripped skin and taste of blood as it trickles down his face and taints his lips.

"Bu-." She tries but the metal grip only tightens. It burns, her throat is on fire, no doubt turning black and blue under the deadly squeeze. Pressure builds up in her head, making it unbearably hot and her chest stutters under the weight of his own.

Bucky is snarling, blue eyes boring into her own but only if isn't him, someone else entirely. The old him, no doubt deep in the confines of him mind making an appearance once again. His eyes are dark, filled with a deep, meaningless void.

It hurts, blood vessels pop pooling both eyes with a deep, crimson bed. With one last effort, fingers find the buzzed hair, nails curling around the back on his neck where she uses all her strength to scratch until she smells blood.

The sharp pain is enough to snap Bucky out of it, hand easing up as she inhales a deep, desperate breath. The look of realization, ocean blues ablaze, chest heaving with adrenaline and eyes never leave hers.

"I-." Hands pull away quickly, only to be held against his chest as he leans back, only to realize he's using all his body weight to crush her chest. When he sits up, the desperate sound of heavy breathing, burning lungs makes his bottom lip quiver.

She sits up, clenching her throat with small fingers, trying to sooth the buring ache. Now that she has an unlimited amount of air, her body doesn't seem to want it, the deep, chest filled coughs make it hard.

"I-I didn't know." Her chest still isn't moving, bloodshot eyes silently beg is own as he leans over, hand cupping her chin to notice the way her skin lightened, lack of oxygen taking the normal color. A hand rests against her chest and up to her neck, rubbing the raw skin.

"Breath baby, please breathe."

This has happened before but never this bad, never to the fact of almost falling unconscious from Bucky's wrath. Tears roll past his eye lashes, heart squeezing, his chest feels heavy, hurting under the burden of being the reasoning for this.

He fliches as her fingers push his away and crawls to the end of the headboard, trying to create as much distance as possible.

The first breath she takes hurts and it burns her lungs. Bucky let's out a breath of relief as he uses the back of his hand to wipe the endless stream of tears from his eyes.

"I'm sorry, God, I'm so, so sorry." He hiccups, he wants nothing more to reach out and hold her, sooth every ache and pain with the coolness of his lips. His chest stutters, catching a small cry in his throat.

He's cautious, making slow, seen movements as a flesh hand reaches out to cup her shoulder. Surprisingly, she snuggles into it, as the metal hand wipes away the small tears that fall to her cheeks.

"Oh, honey." He coos, biting his lip to prevent another cry that creeps up his throat as his fingers press against the ugly purple and yellow bruises and she winces. "My dream - I was dreaming, I didn't mean to -."

"I know." He cringes as the hoarse, low voice. Vocals cords completely crushed, sore and raw as he pulls away.

"I'm going to call, Sam. He's coming to get you, you need to get away from me." Bucky can't look away at what he's done, the tears are endless.

"Buck - wait... Don't."

Bucky reaches for the phone, ignoring her completely but the phone is yanked away with shaky hands and thrown over her shoulder. "What are you doing? Sam needs -."

"You didn't mean it." The first full sentence burns, red eyes filling with tears again, but instead of fear, not it's pain.

"How could you defend me right now? Look at you." Bucky can barely see in front of him, tears blurry his vision. He's hysteric, can't breath, chest giving out with ever word spoken, his broken heart pounds. "You need to get away from me, you can't be here with me, not anymore."

It's not his fault that demons haunt him in his dreams, that his life has been nothing but a series of unfortunate events. It's unfair, not to feel secure in your own skin, having to fight to stay alive for the last 70 years and be manipulated in ways that are unimaginable; brain ripped apart and frozen without any care.

"Bucky, it's okay." Smooth hands reach out to touch his tense shoulders to pull him close, and he can't help but fall into the crook of her shoulder. Tears smear the naked skin, fall and pool into collarbones as another cry rocks his chest.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, I never wanted to, always want to protect you." Soft lips press into the purple bruising, trying to kiss away the pain. Atone for his inexcusable behavior but it only makes it worse but she swallows the pain, the urge to move away as she rubs soft circles into the base of his lower back.

"We have to get you to the hospital." Bucky whispers against her shoulder, pressing a soft, sorry kiss. His eyes fall to her nakedness for a second, gentle fingers press her chin up to his own. She raises her arms as he dresses her slowly with shaky breaths and the quivering chin never leaves. "I'm calling Sam there, you're staying with him from now on."

"Buck, there are other ways."

He sighs softly, helping her dress into the oversized hoodie that smells way too much like him. Large hands cup her own as he kneels between her legs, eyes never leaving each other. "I cant trust myself, I rather die then something like this happen again."

"Don't say that -."

Bucky can't help the heat of anger in his chest, not directed towards anyone but himself. "just for now, just until I get this under control."

A silent nod catches his attention and Bucky doesn't hesitate to get her to the hospital. She doesnt miss the way Bucky's eyes shift to the floor as she tells a totally made up lie, he's consumed with guilt and leaves the room.

The call beeps in his ear, dialing and dialing until a familar voice speaks through the speakers. "Bucky?"

"Sam, I need you." He needs his best friend, someone to talk to, someone to tell him that he's fucked up that this isn't okay. The way his girl is taking this is unhealthy, like it's expected and it hurts, his heart hurts so, so much. Tears rolling down his cheeks as he leans against the hospital hallway. "I need you to come get her, room 234. I can't be here anymore."

[writingmysanity]

Mistakes

Prompt: "Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day that has no mistakes in it yet?"

Pairing: Eskel x reader

Word count: 628

A/N: Again, soft... fluff. Eskel learning how to be soft. As always, unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own... for now.

Whimpers echo against the aging wood of the Inn you've settled in as the sun lowers, and the world fades into darkness. You've normally always found solace in the night. The whispers of the wind rustling the leaves, insects screaming from their branches.

Tonight, you whine. You can hear none of that behind the walls of the room you’re holed up in as Eskel stitches up your wound. Head resting on the mattress, in your arms, you bite back the sounds as best you can. You've sewed up worse on him, and he never seemed to complain. He sighs, laying a warm hand on your back when he pauses, voice soft as he calls your attention.

“Kit,” you look up warily, scared of the judgment you may see in his golden eyes. You never should have been there. He told you to stay back. But the rumble that escapes his chest is soothing, not angry. He rubs his hand up and down your back slowly, gently. He isn't sure exactly how to soothe you, this is all so new to him still, but he listens to your heartbeat- smiling when it slows, happy he did something right.

“I'm sorry, Eskel,” you whisper. He just nods, his hand pausing.

“I know,” he responds moving to brush some hair out of your face, the moment feeling much softer and intimate than he's used to, but he loves the light in your eyes when you look up at him. The movement makes you smile, relaxing under his hand.

“It won't happen again,” this makes him snort.

“Yes it will,” he chuckles as he finishes up the stitching before wrapping bandages around your thigh. You pout. He hasn't known you long, but he knows you're stubborn, and once you've put your mind to something, there isn't much he can do to stop you.

“Come now, Kit,” he starts, tugging the blanket up over you making you feel much younger than you are. He pauses, softening, his brilliant eyes melting into liquid gold in the candlelight. “It's time to rest, and tomorrow is a new day,” he promises, making you laugh slightly, the effects of the poppy he gave you making you sleepy, and a tad loopy.

“Isn't it wonderful?” you sing as he is about to step away, giving you some space. He pauses, waiting to see if you will continue on your own. You don't, you just stare at him through lidded eyes.

“What's that?” you just smile up at him.

“That tomorrow is a new day,” you begin, repeating his own words back at him. “A day with no mistakes in it, yet.” at this, he laughs.

“Yet. you’re quite diligent in that area, it seems.” you mean to pout, but you can't help but smile, because he doesnt seem to be upset about it.

“Someone has to keep me on your toes.” you shrug. He nods slightly.

“I thought that was Lambert or even the monsters- but I have to say, you give them a run for their money.” this makes you beam up at him, the darkness of your eyes shining like starlight in the low flicker of the candle’s light.

“Keep on like that, Witcher, and ill become convinced you actually like me,” you tease, eyes fluttering on their own accord, the medicine drawing them closed.

“Ah, and we can't be having that, can we?” he teases back as you fall, the last of his words, he is sure, were unheard. Relaxing, he sighs, a reluctant smile on his lips as he moves to find his place by the fire to relax. Sparing another glance at your sleeping form he doesn’t bother to hide the fondness there, now that you are asleep.

“Goodnight, Witch,” he whispers.

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don’t let me let you go [katherine pierce]

katherine pierce x fem reader

requested: Hi! Sorry, can I request a Katherine Pierce x Fem!Reader?

Maybe where reader is a powerful being, well since demons are real in that universe, maybe a fallen angel? Or something along those lines, and they met along somewhere where Kat was still on the run, so they like hooked up but Kat promises that they'll meet again soon and makes the reader promise that they should be safe as well?

And then years later they accidentally meet up at a party, started dating and Kat is actually soft when it comes to reader. Elena and the gang barge into Katherine and Reader doing something fluffy because they were actually hunting down Katherine since they think that Reader is her next victim or whatever.

Thank you in advance!

*not my gif*

So you left.

Katerina Petrova was how you knew her. Still know her at least, she hasn’t really left your mind since then.

And that was back in 1764.

You could feel what she was. She wasn’t human and her compelling tricks made no match for you. She was arrogant like most vampires were, but she slipped past all your defenses and fell in love with her, no matter how “wrong” it was back then.

“Lady Katerina Petrova, this is Lady Y/N Y/L/N. She’s the owner of the great estate. Her family actually passed recently in a terrible sunken ship, somehow Y/N survived.” one of your noblemen introduced the two of you, after you sensed she was a vampire.

She eyed you carefully and you just smiled at her. Before whispering a ‘thank you’ to the man. The two of you embarked into a formal conversation until you were the only ones left in the room.

“So what are you?” she asked, bluntly.

You chuckled softly, intrigued by the beautiful brunette, “You don’t skip the niceties now do you?” you asked.

“Niceties aren’t my thing,” she shrugged.

“Neither are they mine.”

You were snapped out of your vivid memory when Stefan waved his hand in front of you. You shook your head and he just laughed at you.

“I think they’re here.” he whispered. You and the rest of the gang were at Mystic Falls Grill waiting for Caroline to come back to introduce you to someone who has been blackmailing and torturing them for a couple years now.

You recently moved to Mystic Falls and Stefan felt how different you were compared to everyone else. So he confronted you just like every other supernatural you’ve met in the past how many years.

From there he introduced you to the rest of the gang: annoyingly arrogant, yet good looking brother Damon, pretty blonde Caroline, supernatural hunter, yet working with supernatural beings Alaric, selfless, doesnt get enough credit witch Bonnie, and lastly, the one who looked like a split image of the one who got away Elena.

They thought you’d be a great asset to them, seeing how you can see how/when someone dies and how any supernatural being can be killed. Just one of the perks of being a fallen angel. You reluctantly agreed to help them and they want to know your take on how to kill this person named Katherine Pierce.

You lifted up your head to see her. It wasn’t Elena, you knew that for a fact. Because Elena has been here the entire time. Her hair was in looser curls nowadays and her wardrobe certainly changed as well. But it suit her, the confident bold woman you knew, wearing a black leather jacket and jeans.

Her eyes landed on yours and she remained her natural composed self, “Katherine, this is Y/N Y/L/N, she just recently moved to Mystic Falls.”

“So what are you?” she asked, bluntly.

You chuckled softly, your first conversation popping back in your brain, “You don’t skip the niceties now do you?”

“Niceties aren’t my thing.” and you could tell she’s fighting back a smile of her own.

“Neither are they mine.”

After the rest of the day of Katherine picking fights with everyone, but you. You excused yourself to the bathroom while they were pressing Katherine for what she really wants here.

Memories flashed into your kind again causing you to become lost in thought as you washed your hands.

“Goodnight Katerina. Sleep well.” you said, formally at her doorway. You were about to turn back around when she called out after you.

“Y/N, come in please,” she said.

You smiled to yourself softly, as you made your way into her room. You closed the door behind you as you sat next to her on the foot of her bed.

“Do you mind helping me take this off? The zipper’s stuck and I suppose my arms don’t reach that far back,” she suggested.

She looked at you with pleading eyes and you nodded softly. Slowly, unzipping her zipper and you did what you thought you’d never do in your life. Be bold.

You kissed the bare skin that became exposed on her back. She turned her head to look back at you and you could see the lust filling her eyes. She stood up and you followed her movement as the dress fell to the floor like a puddle.

And that’s when she turned you around, repeating the same actions you took. The only thing left on the two of you were the corsets. She cupped your cheeks ever so slightly.

“Are you sure about this?” this was probably the first time you’ve ever seen her gently and soft-spoken, “You’re a very beautiful girl Y/N, many more suitors are worthy of your love. Much more better suitors with their name and money.”

You pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, savoring in the way she tastes. The way her lips were so soft against yours, “What I’ve learned in my entire lifetime on this Earth and being a fallen angel is that falling in love with someone is falling in love with their soul. Not their money or their name, their soul.”

Yet another comforting kiss was pressed to her lips, “And I never found that. Until you, Katerina.”

You thought you were alone as you watched your hands when you could feel a presence behind you. In the mirror you could see her leaning her back against a bathroom stall.

“It’s been a while,” she spoke up and you nodded.

“A few thousand years, give or take.” you joked and she chuckled along with you.

She took a step closer to you, tucking the hair to behind your ears. You mirrored her images, following a step forward. The two of you only a breath apart.

“You kept your promise?” she asked you, moving her hands to cup your cheek. As if she was trying to memorize every little feature. From the way your eyes lit up at the sight of her or the way you were melting under her touch.

It was the morning after you and Katerina expressed your feelings for one another. In a more untraditional, intimate kind of way.

She was singing you a soft song in another language, which you’re assuming is Bulgarian. And the usual confident girl was playing with your hair, looking at your beautiful sleeping figure. She didn’t want to wake you up, but she was unsure if any of the workers were looking for you.

Then there was the fact that she had to go. She didn’t want to leave you, but earlier that night her insight told her Klaus was coming. She had to get as far away as she possibly could. So she pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

Your eyes fluttered up, smiling at the girl in front of you. But then ultimately frowning when you saw the same frown on her face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked softly.

“I must go Y/N. I’ve done things, things people don’t like. And they’re coming after me, so we must part ways. For my safety and yours.” she said and you look at her with eyebrows furrowed, “I promise you Y/N, the only I want right now is to lay here with you. Compel all these people and live our immortal lives, but I need to go.”

“Katerina, no,” your voice barely above a whisper.

She kissed your forehead, then your cheeks, the top of your nose, and finally your lips, “I promise you, I’ll find you one day. We’ll be together. But you need to promise me to stay safe. I would like you to be alive and well and waiting for me when I return.”

You didn’t know where this path would lead you. Every other path looked so certain, but this one was blurry. Yet, you nodded, “I promise, I’ll wait forever for you.”

“I did. I’d wait forever for you Katerina.”

She wrapped your arms around you and you did the same, holding the slightly taller girl closer to you. Relishing in the feeling of her touch, something you haven’t felt in thousands of years.

She swayed the two of you back and forth, “How about we go to the place I’m staying at?”

“Right now?” youvasked and she just hummed in response, “Let’s go.”

It probably wasn’t the best idea for you to not answer your phone when you left or to give them a heads up that you were heading home. But the gang became worried when you didn’t come back from the bathroom and Katherine disappeared as well.

But you were fine. You were just in a state of bliss. The way the two of you were just cuddled up in bed. Your head resting on her chest as she just held you, playing with the soft strands of your hair.

You began to fall asleep as she sang you the same Bulgarian song she once sang. Your eyes closed as you focused on her heartbeat and soothing voice.

Until someone came barging in through the door. Your eyes shot back open and the gang was standing there waiting to fight. Except for Bonnie who was shocked at what she was witnessing

Katherine groaned, “Can you all just go away? She’s not in any harm, I swear.”

“Wait. How do you know each other?” Alaric asked.

You knew she would handle this so you just continued to keep lying in the spot without saying a word, “We’ve met before, long before the two of you.” she pointed at the two brother.

“So are you two a thing?” Caroline asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

And you finally spoke up, “Yeah. We promised to wait for each other until we could actually meet again.”

“But she’s an actual bitch!” Damon exclaimed.

“Maybe in your eyes, Damon. But Katerina has a strong beautiful soul who has lost many things. I’m very willing to give all my love to her.” you told them.

All of them looked skeptic like she just compelled you. Until Bonnie finally spoke up, “Whatever you do Y/N, we’ll respect your decisions,” she said and you smiled at her gratefully.

Stefan took a few steps closer, “You hurt her in any way, I will not hesitate to stake you in the heart myself.”

Katerina didn’t say anything. All she did was stare right back at Stefan, “Can you guys please go now? You’re making the room smell like some weird stench.” The gang left much to Damon’s hesitation, “Now where were we?”

You got comfortable again in her strong embrace. She smiled at you softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, as she returned to sing the Bulgarian song.

“I love you, my Katerina.” you mumbled, lazily as your eyes fell close.

So you missed the wide smile that formed onto her face and the way her whole eyes were lit up. She hugged you back, tighter than ever, “And I love you, my beautiful soul.”

[thisbisexualbrainrot]

15x20 Coda: “Cas helped”

I dont normally write fanfiction anymore but this finale literally forced me. I had to fix this somehow and I had a good idea as I was falling asleep last night. It comforted me and I hope it will do the same for all of you. 

------- Dean doesn't know how long he’s been driving, as Bobby had told him, time moves differently here. The familiar smell of the countryside soothes him as he glides down the long stretch of road, windows down and Led Zepplins’ Ramble On blaring from the speakers. 

But soon the air begins to change, it's a scent Dean doesn't find familiar. As he notices the treeline begin to recede, he pulls over the hill and can see the skyline...and it’s blue. Forever endless blue water stretching out to meet him. Anything you can dream echoes in his mind as he drives closer to the shore. 

When he pulls the impala to a stop, he can already hear the seagulls cawing overhead, the waves crashing onto the beach. It's beautiful, he thinks, and he has never felt such instant peace. He feels drawn to this place, although he isn't sure why. Far in the distance, he notices a figure standing near the surf. A tan trenchcoat blows in the breeze and Dean feels his heart jump into his throat. 

Cas? 

He doesn’t even realize he's moving until his boots hit the sand and he stumbles, unaccustomed to the feeling of it under his feet. Cas is standing at the surf, his eyes closed, a faint smile on his face. 

Cas helped 

Dean's heart begins to pound in his ears. He starts moving again. By the time he is standing a few feet away, his mouth is dry and he rasps out a quiet “...Cas?” 

Castiel’s eyes open and he turns toward Dean, as if he had been waiting for him. 

“Hello Dean” 

He stands for a moment in disbelief, desperate to speak but the words feel trapped in his throat. When he finally does, it's an apology. “I..I should have stopped you. Again. I...Cas I'm so sorry.” 

The angel’s eyes soften, “Nothing that happened was your fault and nothing you could have done would have changed my mind. I only regret that you are here so soon, I wanted you to find your own path. I had hoped-” Cas looked away towards the water, “I hoped you would be happy.” 

“Cas...I- I was but...I’m happy to see you man. I thought I would...I didn’t think I'd ever see you again.” Dean moves toward him hesitantly, as if Cas could disappear at any moment. “Did Jack….?”  

“He brought me back, yes.” Cas says, turning back to look at Dean with a soft smile on his lips. “He wanted me to help...make this for you, among other things.” 

“You helped make this?” Dean looks out at the shoreline in awe. 

“You said you wanted a beach vacation” Cas muses, “I hope this is satisfactory.” He smiles then and Dean feels his heart flutter because he never believed someone could love him enough to make all of this. 

Love him. The word stops his brain in its tracks. It's then that Dean remembers the last conversation they had, why Cas had been taken from him. His heart skips as he hears himself asking “Cas..what you said, in the bunker..I- I need to know what you meant by that…” 

Cas opens his mouth and closes it again, his brain trying to discern why Dean is asking, “I told you Dean, I love you. And I meant it. Every word. I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable. I never expected-” 

“Cas I need to say something” 

This interruption makes Castiel’s legs feel weak, his heart sinks to his stomach. 

Dean is moving toward him now, and Cas is caught off guard when Dean stands so close, his scent like pine trees and bourbon. A scent Cas remembers very well, how could he ever possibly forget it. “Dean you don't have to..” 

“Don't ever leave again.” 

Cas stands completely still, afraid to do anything that would interrupt but terrified at every word. He feels vulnerable, weak. Like Dean could toss him into the ocean and he would sink to the bottom, helpless. 

They stand there for a moment, silent. The waves continue their methodic movements against the sand, the birds continue to cry out overhead. And Cas is drowning. When he speaks there is slight pain in his voice. 

“I won't Dean. I won't leave.” 

“Don't you ever, ever leave me again.” Dean raises his voice this time, his eyes meeting Castiels and he can feel the hurt in Dean’s words, the fear and the guilt. 

“I won't.” He says again, more calm assurance to his voice now. “I will stay here with you for eternity, if you want me to Dean. Always.” 

Dean moves closer, his head falling against Castiel’s and his hands gripping the lapel of the familiar trench coat. Their noses brushing as Dean breaths the angel in; a mix of cold air and lightning with a summer thunderstorm. Cas is overwhelmed by the sensation, the feeling of Dean touching him. He never dreamed he would see Dean again. He never thought Dean would want to see him again. He was wrong. 

Dean whispers, his eyes closed. “I never-.... I didn't let myself go there. I didn't understand it. I thought you couldn't- that you wouldn't-” and he doesnt get to continue because Cas closes the gap between them, his lips gently grazing and Dean’s breath hitches in his throat as he says breathlessly,  “I love you Cas. I’ve always loved you” And he is pulling Cas into him now, hands reaching for anything they can touch. His thumb traces against Cas’s jaw, his kisses becoming more wanting, more desperate. Cas can barely breathe. 

When Dean pulls away Cas instantly aches for the loss of contact but Dean is smiling at him. He drops and begins to take off his boots. Cas laughs at him, “What are you doing?” 

“Toes in the sand, remember?” Dean pulls his socks off and feels the softness between his feet. “Feels just as good as I thought it would.” He walks over to the water and feels it rush over him. “This is perfect Cas, I wish Sammy could see it.” 

“He will,” Cas says warmly as he slips off his boots and joins Dean in the surf. He reaches his hand out to close around Dean’s in warm reassurance. He has never felt more alive, more human. He will stay with Dean for eternity, he will spend the rest of his existence making Dean happy in the heaven he helped build for him. Dean pulls Cas into him and kisses him again, his lips warm and swollen from moments ago. The bottom of his jeans get soaked as the waves splash around him but he is not ready to let Cas go. 

He will never let Cas go again. 

[ineedsleepleavemealone]

Some random headcannons

(I ship erasermic so some of these relate to that)

I guess this also needs a warning: some more mature things if you squint hard enough

Also the ships in this are: erasermic, kiribaku, tododeku, and a tiny tiny bit of momojiro (sorry if I forgot one)

~ Mic is actually kinda sad and breaks down alot when hes alone because of the stress he goes through, aizawa is the only one he will break down infront of ~ ~ Aizawa secretly loves giving mic piggyback rides. Change. My. Mind. ~ ~ Bakugo is nicest and softest when he is sleepy, and more open with his feelings when he is tired (especially to kiri, I ship them too😭✋) ~ ~ When sero cooks or cleans he will put on spanish music and dance to it. ~ ~ Dabi is kinky™️ ~ ~ Dabi will tease e v e r y o n e ~ ~ Dabi makes up stories of how he got burnt, like: Twice: so- uh how did all this go down * gesturing to scars * Dabi: oh, while sneezing Twice: but how does tha- Dabi: *sneezes and uses his fire* Twice: oH- ~ ~ When 1-a all become pro heroes, deku will wear everyone's merch ~

~ When bakugo is working out, when he does push ups he will get kirishima to lay on him for "additional weight" (we see you bakugo👀👀) ~ ~ Shoto can make snowflakes with his quirk. I. Rest. My. Case. ~ ~ shoto likes dancing in the rain or snow, well not dance just like being with deku ~ ~ Shoto will make little things out of ice and give them to deku (all might figures👀👀) ~ ~ Occasionally in the dorms everyone in 1-a has a movie night ~ ~ Ojiros tail wags when hes happy ~ ~ This is cannon because I've seen the official art, but I hc that bakugo likes animals and animals love him cause he smells like caramel and his hands are warm ~ ~ One word for aoyama. S e l f i e s ~

~ Shoto didnt know how to ride a bike so when they all moved into the dorms 1-a taught him ~ ~ When bakugo walks into the dorms common area he says stuff like "it smells like bitch in here" and "ughhh if I stay in here to long the bitchyness might affect me" ~ ~ All the girls in 1-a: sleepovers™️ but every time mineta will try to get in lmao. It. Never. Works. ~ ~ Shotos birthday present to everyone is endeavors credit card number😂he will also go clothes shopping with all the girls just because he can use endeavors credit card ~ ~ Tokoyami is actually really good at drawing and loves writing poetry ~ ~ Bakugo is the oldest in 1-a which is cannon. I feel like he would be the type to brag that he's the oldest and would use it as an excuse to do what he wants ~ ~ The dekusquad and bakusquad have groupchats ~ ~ Bakusquad play video games together and eat pizza together all the time ~ ~ The dekusquad gc consists of iida talking about homework, positive memes, and todoroki not understanding anything happening on there ~ ~ Jirou has a music playlist for every situation. Every. Situation. ~ ~ The best jeanist said bakugo couldn't learn how to style hair so katsuki "I am the best at everything" bakugo learnt how to do hair and now all the girls and kirishima go to him and make him do their hair ~ ~ Kirishima needs his hair dyed red when his roots start showing, so bakugo dyes it for him ~ ~ 1-a loves playing games like truth and dare and never have I ever when they cant sleep or are just bored ~ ~ Bakugo sleeps at 8. pm which is cannon, but still wants to be the best at whatever they are doing, so he still goes if they are playing or watching something but always. Always. Falls asleep, and he falls asleep on kiri. ~ ~ Aizawa is actually really flexible and can jump around and move literally like a cat. ~ ~ Mic: finger guns™️ and I can imagine this Mic: *does finger guns at aizawa* Aizawa: pull the trigger. ~ ~ Everyone goes into bakugos room for advice. Like jirou would go in there at 3am and just be like : yo so I'm lesbian and momo is lesbian and she said she likes me but I'm not sure if she likes me.

And even though bakugo will literally shout at them for being in his room at 3am they will still get advice😂~ ~ Kirishima is named after a mountain. Bakugos favourite activity is mountain climbing. Its cannon and ik it is I just thought I'd say that ~ ~ Shinso definitely uses his voice changer for memes. He would say things like "I'm katsuki bakugo and I'm a little bitch" with bakugos voice and "im aizawa and Im in love with a cockatoo" with aizawas voice. ~ ~ When denki is nervous random sparks of electricity come from his hands. ~ ~ If denki doesnt know how to do something he will search it up on wiki how. Change. My. Fucking. Mind. ~ ~ Shiggy genuinly doesnt know what moisturizer is ~ ~ Mic is amazing at playing any instrument ~ ~ Mic knows sign language and is fluent in alot of languages ~ ~ After toga stabs someone she mumbles things like "ughhh what a mood" "damn that one snatched my weave" and "we stan a queen" and once held up the knife like a beauty guru ~ ~ The girls constantly try to get uraraka to float m*neta into the sun ~ (yes I censored his name💀💀) ~ Tokoyami has good music taste ~ ~ The bakusquad (kaminari) tries to teach all might vine references ~ ~ Shoto l o v e s conspiracy videos ~ ~ Ojiro can purr ~ ~ Mina shares her clothes with everyone ~ ~ Shoto likes to watch the sun rise ~ ~ Omgggg I love this one. Aizawa listens to Mics radioshow when he grades papers and when he cant he will hum the music to himself ~ ~ Kaminari is memes™️ ~ ~ When mic says todorokis name he says it like the target vine (next competitor is- T T T T T T T T T TODOROKI SHOTOOOOOO *makes air horn noises*) ~ ~ The UA staff have prank wars (especially mic and literally anyone. Once poured pink cat shaped glitter on aizawa and it was 100% worth it) ~ Mic can harmonize with himself. Periodt. ~ ~ Tetsutetsu and shinso spend so much time at the 1-a dorms that one time bakugo cooked food for them too. ~

~ On that note, bakugo is obviously an amazing cook and when hes cooking for himself he will "accidentally make too much so you extras can have it" ~ ~ Shoto is literally turtlenecks™️ ~ ~ Mic literally has the worst sleep schedule like how is this man alive???? ~ ~ At night iida will run around the dorms saying goodnight to everyone and checking that they are all still in the dorms because he feels it’s his responsibility to look after everyone ~ ~ Shigirakis favourite thing to do is to just stand in the rain. He finds the rain soothing and calming to him because it’s one of the only things that he can’t destroy so it gives him peace of mind that he still human and isn’t the completely destructive monster everyone claims him to be. ~

Hope you liked them✌✌

[storiesforallfandoms]

no one helps but you ~ klaus hargreeves;the umbrella academy

word count: 1288

request?: yes!

“Hi I love your writing so much! I've had this idea in my mind for a request and its with Klaus from Umbrella academy. It's basically the reader gets a panic attack or anxiety attack and klaus is the only one that can calm her down. Idk maybe like ben or Diego try to help calm her down while waiting for klaus but it doesnt help. Klaus gets there and she starts calming down. Just something really cute and fluffy and cute kisses and that. You dont have to I just think it would be cute. Thank you 🖤”

description: the only person who can calm you down during panic attacks was always your boyfriend, so when he’s not around, things get hard

pairing: klaus hargreeves x female!reader

warnings: swearing, anxiety, panic attack

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Everything was fine. I was spending the day at Klaus’ and I had left his room for the first time when he went out to grab us some fast food. I was grabbing a glass to get a drink when my heart suddenly began to race.

No. No, not now. Not here.

But it was too late. My breathing was starting to become more shallow and I could feel my body beginning to shake. The glass slipped from my hands and smashed on the floor. The sound caused me to cover my ears and exclaim in fear.

Diego ran into the kitchen first, knife raised and ready. He looked around before his eyes landed on me. “(Y/N), are you alright? What happened?”

I couldn’t respond. It felt like I had no control over my body. I was trapped in my own head, unable to do anything besides stand there.

Realizing what was going on, Diego shoved his knife into his belt and approached me slowly. “(Y/N), I’m going to touch you, but it’s just so I can sit you down at the table. Is that okay?”

I managed to nod. Diego gently took hold of my shoulders and sat me on a chair. As he did, Ben entered the kitchen next, the same alarmed look on his face. “What’s going on?”

“Can you clean that glass up?” Diego asked him.

Ben noticed the distant look on my face and also realized what was going on. As he began to clean my mess, Diego tried to talk me down from my anxiety attack, but it was no use. There was only one person who was ever able to talk me down in moments like this, and he was out.

As if on cue, the sound of their front door opening and closing alerted us that someone had arrived. A familiar voice calling out my name caused my body to slightly relaxed as I looked up in the direction where his voice was coming from. Noticing my less tense reaction, Diego called for Klaus to come to the kitchen right away.

He appeared in the doorway and his eyes immediately landed on me, looking at me with concern. “Baby, are you okay?”

“I’m not sure what happened,” Diego explained. “Ben and I have been trying to calm her down, but it’s no use.”

Klaus crossed the kitchen and knelt down so he was eye level with me. He took hold of my hand and I felt my entire body relax. It felt as though something had been lifted off of my chest and I could finally breathe again.

Klaus looked up at his brothers. “Would you guys mind just giving us a moment alone?”

Diego and Ben nodded and left the kitchen without another word. Klaus sat on a chair next to me and continued to rub soothing circles with his thumb on my hand. I slowly felt myself coming back to normal. I had stopped shaking and my heart was starting to slow to a normal speed.

It took a few minutes, but finally I felt as though I had control over my body again. I looked up at Klaus and knew he could see in my face that I was okay again.

“Let’s get you in bed for a while,” he said, his voice soft. “You can take a short nap. I’ll heat up your food when you’re awake and feeling better, we’ll eat then.”

I nodded and allowed Klaus to help me up and guide me to his room. He laid me down on his bed and covered me up. The moment my head touched the pillow, I was out like a light.

~~~~~~

I woke up about an hour later. I felt better than I had when I fell asleep. Any feelings I had after my anxiety attack felt like a distant memory.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up. My movements caught the attention of Klaus, who was sitting on the floor reading a comic book. He looked up at me and smiled. “Hey you. How are you feeling?”

“Better,” I responded as I stretched my arms out. “A little embarrassed.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Why are you embarrassed?”

I sighed and rested my head in my hands. “I can’t believe that happened in front of Diego and Ben. God, they probably think I’m insane or something.”

Klaus stood and sat next to me. “No, baby. You don’t have to worry about that. There’s nothing wrong with what happened, they just didn’t know what to do to help you. They were just worried is all.”

I rested my head on Klaus’ shoulder. “I just...I know it’s not easy to deal with me when I’m like that. I’ve had...so many people come and go from my life because they weren’t sure how to deal with me when I had anxiety attacks. You make me feel so comfortable, just hearing you when you came home helped to calm me down, and I don’t want anyone in your family getting frustrated with me when they try to help because it looks so easy when it’s you, only for me not to come out of that state for a long time. Does that make sense?”

Klaus wrapped an arm around me and held me to him. “It makes sense, but it’s not a concern you need to have. Diego and Ben weren’t frustrated, they were just worried something bad had happened that caused you to have an anxiety attack. They’re just happy you’re okay, and so am I. I was worried when Diego called for me and I saw you sitting there looking dazed.”

I sighed. “I don’t know what happened. I was getting a drink and suddenly I just felt anxious for no reason.”

Klaus held me in silence for a while. He kissed the top of my head, also a very comforting gesture, as I thought over my earlier anxiety attack.

It was hard to maintain any sort of relationships when there was always a chance I could fall into another anxiety attack for no reason at all. I had boyfriend who broke up with me because they thought my anxiety attacks were for attention, friends who dropped me because I didn’t feel up for going out to parties or to super crowded places like they did, and even family that claimed my anxiety “didn’t exist” and that I was making it all up.

I was lucky to have Klaus. He understood what I went through, and he was really my rock when I had bad anxiety attacks. And with Klaus came his family, more specifically his six siblings, who quickly became like my own family. I didn’t feel as alone when I had them, but it also scared me to no end thinking I could lose that little family I had in seconds if they thought my anxiety was too much to deal with, like everyone else in my past had.

As if sensing my thoughts, Klaus gave me a squeeze. “My family love you. We’ve been through some shit together, they all know what it’s like to struggle. No one is going to judge you for what you go through. And if they do, I’ll beat them up.”

I giggled. “You’re no match against Luther.”

“You don’t think so? Look at these guns.”

I laughed as Klaus flexed his muscles, which were nothing compared to Luther’s body. I cuddled into him again as we both laid back on the bed.

“Thank you for always being there for me,” I told him.

He kissed my head again and held me tightly. “I’ll always be here for you, (Y/N). I promise.”

[mrs-han]

Here With Me

Heeey could i request an scenario where the mc is stood up by Jumin , like she waits for him at the restaurant but he doesnt arrive bc he forgot since he has been stressed out with work all week and suddenly Jaehee lets him know and its all angsty but with a happy ending pleasee♡♡♡♡

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Sure thing! Thank you for your submission!

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"Madam, would you like to come inside?"

"No, no. My husband should be coming shortly, and I'd like to be here when he shows," you smiled, securing your scarf over your shoulders.

As the valet entered the building that chilly august evening, the thought of Jumin kept you warm, even gave you the strength to stay outside and wait for a little while longer. It had been over a month, and you two had finally scheduled a date night—no work, no distractions - just he before your eyes and you before his.

You fiddled with your lace gloves and primped your hair, glancing at the glass window as it acted as your mirror. You were fully decked out in the most delicate lavender twill dress, six-inch stiletto pumps, and fastened in your hair was a pin Jumin had picked out himself for you to don. You always wanted to look your best for this man, and frankly, you were excited to see how he would react.

Cars passed by the grand venue - you straightened and eventually slouched as you noticed a few of them stop, but none of the occupants were Jumin. Snow began to drizzle over you, and, with a faint shiver, you checked your watch.

0950.

You blinked and tapped the watch - that wasn't right. You had only been waiting for half an hour, not an hour and a half... right? You dug your phone from your purse and tapped his icon.

"This is Jumin Han, Director of C&R. Thank you for your call, but I am away -"

You ended the call quickly and called him again. And again. You were greeted with the same voice message, and your heart sunk in your stomach.

He didn't forget... did he?

~~~

"Mr. Han, it's getting late," Jaehee smiled forcefully, gripping her pen in one hand and her travel mug in the other. "This is a good stopping point, don't you agree?"

"Not quite," Jumin sighed, pushing his hair back and tapping his diamond pen against his desk. "We're missing something... something important."

"A meeting with the Prime Minister of Sweden is no small feat," Jaehee huffed, pressing her back against the chair. "But I assure you, we've covered everything we need to cover. You know everything about him, perhaps too much."

Jumin examined his notes and furrowed his brows. "No... no, something is missing."

Jaehee raised a brow and crossed her arms. "I assure you, Mr. Han. This missing artifact has nothing to do with the prime minister."

"I don't see what your hurry is. Tomorrow is Saturday, you have plenty of time to rest then."

"Until you call me in to do something," Jaehee muttered under her breath. "Listen, Mr. Han, with all due respect. It is going on twenty-two hundred hours and fifteen minutes, and I would like to go home."

Jumin looked dubiously shocked. It had gotten that late so quickly... his eyes widened. "Today is Friday."

"Yes, today is Friday," Jaehee nodded.

"No, no, no." Jumin slammed his folders closed and adjusted his tie, a frantic air about him.

"What is it?" Jaehee asked, observing his facial expression turn to one of confusion to one of realization.

Jumin dashed past his chief assistant, muttering slurs under his breath and heading towards the penthouse's front door. "I don't have time to explain."

"Mr. Han, if you're heading outdoors, you'll need your coat -"

Jumin flung the door open... and there you stood, shivering and dripping wet from the melted snow. You lifted your eyes and met his apologetic gaze.

"My... my love... I -"

You shoved your way past him, wrapping your scarf around your reddened face. There was no way you were about to let him see you cry.

Jumin stumbled back and tried to reach for you, but you were too fast. You ran down the hall and into the guest bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

"MC!" Jumin called while chasing you, slamming against the door as it closed. He pressed his palms against the wood, then his forehead. "MC, please."

Jaehee quietly gathered her coat and murmured, "I will see you on Monday, Mr. Han."

Jumin, too distracted by you, didn't care to hear her. "MC? MC, may I come in? Darling?"

He placed his hand over the doorknob and gripped it, ready to turn the handle - when he heard your sobs. Every sniffle, every sad moan, he listened to, desperate to soothe you.

"My love... my love -"

"Go away! Get away from me!" You hollered, throwing several objects at the door. "I don't want to see you, I don't want to talk to you!"

Jumin closed his eyes, your words piercing all parts of his heart. He waited for more words to come from you; he wanted to hear from you, even if your words had the potential to kill him from the inside out.

But you didn't say anything. Instead, you wailed and sobbed... and those sounds alone did more damage to him than any insult.

Jumin pressed himself against the door and sank slowly, his hand still on the doorknob. He would respect your wish and leave you alone, but he refused to be too far away. When you were ready to talk, he would be there.

His determination did not falter after an hour had passed, and another. He sat patiently outside of the guest bedroom and began to nod off when he realized - there was no sound coming from the other side of the door. It was utterly silent.

"MC? I'm opening the door," Jumin cooed, pressing the door open slowly.

He peeked in and saw you, not sound asleep as he had imagined. No, your back was facing him. Your gown, gloves, shoes, and jewels had been thrown onto the floor, a thick blanket the only thing covering you. You sat erect, like a graceful statue, gazing at the city below.

Jumin waited for you to throw him out with your words again, but no such thing happened. You were completely silent. He wasn't much of a risk-taker, and he didn't pride himself on being one. But for you, he was willing to do anything.

Jumin stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, his eyes squarely on your figure.

You didn't make a sound.

He walked towards you, slightly shier than his naturally confident stride.

You didn't make a sound.

He sat down beside you and, without hesitation, wrapped an arm around your body.

Your statuesque figure faltered, and you crumbled at his touch.

"My love -"

"How could you," you trembled, covering your face with your hands. "We had planned this date for a long, long time now! How could you forget!"

Jumin didn't say a word. He hung his head shamefully and pulled you closer to him, grateful you didn't draw away.

"I looked like such a fool, waiting for you out in the snow!" You sniffed. "I, I watched cars come and go, and I thought, that's him! In that car there! But it was never you, Jumin, you never showed up!"

Jumin looked at you, sorrow and regret the only legible expression on his face.

"I'm so embarrassed, and so... I'm so disappointed, Jumin... and I've never felt so much... anger towards you before..."

You wiped at your tears many times over, but they continued to bombard you, and your vision blurred. "I'm so angry," you sobbed. "So, so angry..."

Your emotions pounded within you, overtaking you; you curled into yourself and trembled vigorously.

A soft thump. That's what you heard. He's gone, you thought, moving your hands away from your eyes.

But no. Jumin was still there with you, now on his knees.

"What... what are you -"

Jumin grabbed your bare foot delicately and kissed your arch once, twice, three times over. "Forgive me," he whispered fiercely, pressing his forehead against your cold skin. "Forgive me, MC. I was a careless man, a thoughtless man, and my foolishness meant leaving you out in the cold, waiting for me..."

Your lower lip trembled, and, as much as you tried to stop it, more tears came flooding down your cheeks.

"I hurt you," Jumin whispered, kissing your ankle, your calf, your knee. "I hurt you terribly, my angel... and I beg you to forgive me."

"Jumin..."

"I'm so sorry." His hot breath created goosebumps through your bare legs and up to your bare arms. "I'm so sorry."

You fell to the floor and tried to wrap your arms around him, but he was much faster than you. Jumin pressed you to his body, engulfing you entirely. You sobbed against his chest as feelings of anger turned into feelings of complete and utter devotion towards this man, your husband - your Jumin.

In his arms, you stayed until exhaustion overcame you. Jumin glanced down at you, lifting your chin to meet his eyes - you were fast asleep. Many thoughts ran through his mind - you needed a warm bath and a warm bed, who knows how long you had been standing in the cold. He needed to snap to it and make you as comfortable as possible.

But as he moved to pick you up, you pressed your head to his chest and let out a small groan. You were no longer crying, no longer in a state of despondency... no, you seemed to be in a place of peace. Perhaps he could treat you to a nice, warm bath, luxurious bedding, delicious food, and an enjoyable movie - whatever you wanted. For now, he wanted to watch you sleep. Indeed, he wanted to etch the peaceful expression in your face into both his brain and heart.

Besides - he was in an extremely uncomfortable position, his legs falling asleep and his back steadily aching. Yes, this well deserved, self-inflicted punishment would work magnificently.

[cielcius]

okok so I have a request for an oc with bakugo, and maybe just random fluff? A few things about my oc: Complete introvert, horrible @ making friends (even tho she can be a sweetheart but bc she doesnt rlly know much social etiquette and that can come off wrong), loud, can have self-image insecurities sprinkle in ✨family trauma ✨, and ✨daddy issues✨, huge nerd, can be competitive, has a very loud voice, can have a temper, is vERY touch-starved but pretends to hate physical affection (1/2)

SUMMER STORMS | BAKUGOU KATSUKI

pairings: Bakugou x fem!reader

from the writer: hello dear! I have to say that your OC sounds quite lovely but I’m not the best with portraying certain qualities. I do hope that I managed to at least imply them. Just a warning I also wrote this as a reader insert but with her personality. I hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting. Have a lovely day/evening!

genre: fluff, itty bitty angst, and a sprinkle of ✨crack✨

notes & warnings: cursing

Your bed shook with a loud boom from outside. There was no doubt that the entire dorm had heard it as you could hear your classmates closing their windows. The sky was a dark grey, contrasting against the warm, humid air as you turned over onto your stomach in bed.

A light blanket was thrown over your’s and Bakugou’s tangled legs as his grip on you loosened. The air-conditioning raised goosebumps on your arms as you hoist yourself onto your forearms to look out the window just in time to see small droplets splatter across the clear glass. You hear a small whine emit from the boy beside you as he searches blindly to get closer to your body.

“Katsuki! Wake up. It’s raining!” Your loud outbursts made Bakugou wince as he turned on his stomach only to bury his head under a pillow. “Shut up, dumbass. You’re too loud.” His muffled voice made you look away as you lightly frowned with a touch of irritation. Sensing that he wasn’t going to get up anytime soon, you slid out of bed and into the bathroom to wash up.

You come out to see Bakugou still in bed with one of your pillows covering his spiky, blond head of hair. Quietly, you slid the balcony door open wide enough for you to slip out onto the balcony. Leaning against the railing, you let the very few light raindrops fall onto your face in a soothing rhythm.

You almost felt as if you could fall asleep just standing there until a pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders, letting the warmth spread between both you and Bakugou. Bakugou tries to make eye contact but you look away. “What? Don’t like me touching you? You weren’t saying that earlier.” You smacked his arm as he teased you, but you never made a move to pull away.

Instead, you focused on the sky above. “Katsuki.” He hums in acknowledgment and you continue on. “Did you know that thunderstorms only form in cumulonimbus clouds? Well, technically, this wouldn’t be considered a thunderstorm. It’s more of a thundershower because of how weak it is and—” Bakugou leaned in as he simultaneously guided your lips towards his into a small but everlasting kiss. “Shut up, nerd.” His voice was so quiet that you could barely hear it over the light drizzle of rain.

“Katsuki, it’s not very nice to interrupt people you know. And don’t you think it’s a bit ironic for a nerd to call other people nerds?” Bakugou’s face fell into a deadpanned look as your expression remained neutral. After a long minute of staring, Bakugou sighed and dropped his forehead down to your shoulder. “Why do I like you again?” You playfully scoffed to yourself and had to resist the thought of carding your fingers through his soft hair.

You let Bakugou lean against you as you studied the view from your balcony. The longer you look, the more nostalgic you felt as your memories flickered through your mind like an old black-and-white movie. Drinking hot chocolate at the table with a thick blanket wrapped around you as your father’s laptop played a childhood film. The thought made your mood dampen as your shoulders drooped, much to Bakugou’s surprise.

He looked up at you to see the solemn expression on your face and he knew what you were thinking. “Hey,” You looked over to him. “How about we get some hot chocolate?” Your furrowed your eyebrows at the question in confusion. “But you don’t drink hot chocolate. It’s too sweet for you.” You recalled the way his face formed a grimace when you offered him your drink one time and he almost spit out the warm liquid from how much sugar was in there with the added marshmallows.

You looked away again. You didn’t want Bakugou doing something he didn’t want to do, especially if it was for you. Even with how trivial it may have been, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for forcing something onto him. “Hey. You’re doing it again.” Your face scrunches in slight pain as Bakugou flicks your forehead. “Stop thinking for once, dumbass. Let’s just get your stupid drink from that place you like and call it a day, okay?”

You smile at his consideration and for snapping you out of your obsessive thoughts. “Okay. Thank you, Katsuki.” It was one of the few times that your voice was toned down into a much quieter state. You turned your head towards his but still didn’t meet his eyes. He brought up his hand under your chin and you finally met his crimson eyes. Slowly, you leaned in and your lips met again.

Extra:

“Race you downstairs.”

“Oh it’s fucking on.”

[gothemoccentral]

Thoughts

Pairing: Batman x hero! Reader

Keys: Y/H/N = your hero name

AN) ok so I'm obsessed with Bruce falling for a fellow hero in the justice leauge, specifically in the setting of the watchtower.

Summery: you find out your soulmate is batman; the one man who your sure despises you.

The lunch hall was buzzing with laughter and gossip as you chatted with Dinah, who sat across from you as you both waited for your usual lunch companions to arrive. (It was mainly Ollie, but sometimes it was question when Ollie drags him along, Lord knows the man needs friends)

Your both exchanging looks at the table with wonder woman, green lantern, superman and the dark knight himself.

"He thinks I'm annoying." "No he doesnt." Dinah rolls her eyes, twirling her fork of spaghetti . "He avoids me, and he always critiques me when I'm in the training room. The only time we interact is when he's correcting me." You huff. It's not like you were hurt or anything...

Okay mabey a little. "Well, hes.. curt with everyone." She points out, fork poised for emphases "I know that but.. this just feels different, more personal." The conversation ended as Oliver pulled out his chair, ducking down to kiss Dinahs lips. You look away smiling, but a small part of you wilts. You sometimes wondered if your soulmate would ever love you like that, and your thoughts traveled millions of miles away.

A few days later your called in with a handful of your other teammates led by Batman, a couple of inmates from Bell Reve had escaped and now you were ordered to capture them.

You were running toward Fire, who was fending off killer frost with her green fire, without warning a voice crashed through your mind like a wrecking ball.

We need to bring in backup. Your feet skidded before your body froze in place. You knew that voice. Your breath hitched as your mind put the pieces together, like puzzle pieces snapping together.

"Y/H/N!" Batman called, you didn't see the body falling straight for you. You were still paralyzed from the shock. A shadow fell over you, and a second before it made impact with you Batmans body crashed into yours, knocking you out of the way. You were flat on your back, looking into the white eyes of his cowel.

his chest pressing against yours, his arms around you, just for a moment before he untangled himself from you. "Pay attention!" He snarled with a fury that made your insides quake before springing back into the action. You blinked, before shoving down your feelings and joining the fight.

You traveled to the only place you felt safe crying at the moment, Dinahs room. Ignoring the curious looks of your teammates as you rushed passed, determined to not let them see your bloodshot eyes.

Your bottom lip wobbled as you cried "Dinah." You said, fighting the tears that swam in your eyes. You took a deep breath through your nose. "It happened, I found my-" your voice broke. Her brows pulled together in concern before her eyes widened in realisation. "Oh hon, come inside."

You layed side by side on her bed after you recounted the story, she listened with a sympathetic ear, even at one point given you one of ollies white shirts to go over the black leggings she lent you. You had to get out of your grimy suite. She had let you fall asleep in her bed, exhausted physically and emotionally from the mission. You had showered and brushed out your hair, eaten breakfast out of Dinahs mini fridge, too nervous to go to the lunch hall-afraid of running into him. Dinah had been an angle throughout all this, easily distracting you with personal embarrassing stories and a mariage of tv shows from the 90s. (She was surprisingly a big fan of buffy.)

"It'll all be okay." She promised as you both stared up at the ceiling. "You both will resolve it, and even if you don't, you can always quit." Your eyes widened as you met her eyes "I mean, I would miss seeing you everyday." She ammended. "But the telepathic link only works if your within a few dozen feet of each other, you could always work on the ground, I bet Helena would be thrilled to have you for a partner."

"Helena? Thrilled?" "You know what I mean." She shrugs "You two always fought well together, and she always liked you, even if she didn't show it. She's tricky like that." "I doubt the league would like that." She shrugs "Helenas an heiress, she could pay you." You smiled just slightly, imagining a different version of your life, but you loved your job.

Even though you loved your team, you couldn't help but see the freedom it would give you. The league had limits, and rules, people told you who to protect and where to go. You shake the thought away. "Let's not hire a moving company yet." You say. "I enjoy our lunches together, I'm not going to let one man ruin the life I've built here." Dinah grinned, relieved "good, I really would have missed you."

A sobering knock interrupted your laughter. You both shared a look and you sat up against the headboard, your heart stopped when she opened the door, Batmans intimidating figure looming there. He ignored Dinahs presence, scanning the room and finding you quickly.

"Can we talk?" He asks, voice tense. You hesitated, before nodding, standing from the bed

"Y/N." He starts, before stopping. "What were you thinking freezing up like that? You could have been killed." He said, voice holding more emotion than you anticipated. You crossed your arms over your chest defensively, leaning back against the door. "I wasn't. I was taken by surprise." His jaw clenched, before he sighed, reaching back and pulling back his cowel.

His dark eyes bored into yours and suddenly you felt very exposed. You weren't talking to a mask anymore, you were talking to a person.

your soulmate, apparently.

You absently noticed the tuft of hair that rebelliously curled against his brow. You thought that was cute, before catching yourself. You couldn't help noticing the way his throat bobbed when that thought flashed across your mind. You look away, down the long curve of hallway. "I.. apologise for speaking to you that way." He says. Your eyes shoot to him, but you say nothing. "That's all I wanted to say. I'll see you in debriefing next thursday." He says, pulling his cowel back up over his eyes and retreating down the hall. You gulp, a mixture of feelings threatening to overtake you. You take a deep breath, trying to brush off how much the encounter shook you.

Four months later

You stared into the stars as the watchtower gently turned, adrift in the blackness of space. You cleared your mind and let his consciousness stream into yours, the deep tenour of his mental voice soothing you as he worked through the details of a case.

Nothing big happened at first, little things. But you noticed. The way he would stand just a little bit closer to you when a threat was near, how he always sought your opinion on things of importance, how he would find excuses to patrol in the areas you visited on earth, just in case.

You looked at the green and blue swirling mass that was your home world.

"I dont hate you, you know." He says "quite the opposite." "The opposite would be to feel neutral." You quipped. His lips curled ever so slightly, not taking his eyes off of earth. His smile quickly faded. "I don't mix the mission and my personal life." Your chest felt like it had cracked open. "It always gets messy." You nodded, jaw clenched determined to not let him see your hurt. He turns toward you, and you can see his deep frown from your blurred peripheral vision. "I don't know what to do." He confesses, head titled down. "This isn't just about me anymore." You stared at his chest. He took a deep breath, as if stealing himself. "I'm not saying no forever, I'm just asking for you to wait." "For how long?" The words tumbled out of your mouth. "I don't know." He says. You gulp. "The last thing I would want to do is hurt you." Too late.

You thought harshly, your stomach twisted when he flinched ever so slightly. "Sorry." You say, aching at the brief flash of pain that flashed over his features. You step closer and intertwined your hands with his gloved ones. He didn't fight you. "I can't guarantee anything." He warns. And a his mental voice bounced through your mind for just a second before he shut his mind up tight again. I'm already too lost in you too turn back now.

His thought takes your breath away, but you pretend not to hear it. "Okay." You say. "Just stay with me here right now." He nodded and you look back to the stars as he gazed at you.