#goodnight I fell asleep writing this TWICE

[trev0rc0re]

141 Boys Piercings HC's

Because I got my navel pierced today and lemme tell you I was thinking about posting this all day,, no longer a post virgin officially HEY TUMBLR

warnings: swearing, mentions of a d!ck piercing

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

Definitely has his ears pierced from the same day that he got his tattoos. when Si was blowing all his hard earned money on his sleeves, he made a snap-decision in the middle of the skeevy, foul odoured tattoo and piercing parlour. An "ah, fuck it" kinda thing. Adrenaline-drunk and feeling as if his entire arm was engulfed in flames from the fresh ink scratched across his skin, his stupid, juvenile self couldn't help but ask how much the tiny, black studs in the jewelry display case were. The front desk could have cared less that Simon had just gotten a tattoo and was already in pain higher than his tolerance (although, hiding it very well), after all, he had already slammed £40 on the desk. Soon enough, Simon stumbled out of the shop with not only a tattoo wrapped in second skin, but a hole punched into each of his ears as well. He never once regretted it— he never shows his face or head at work so it has never been an issue, and to this day nobody on TF141 has any idea that the Simon 'Ghost' Riley has earrings. He would get another piercing, but nowhere else besides on his ears.

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH

Soap is definitely the type to have small and hidden piercings, while also being a little bit more wild and unexpected. He only has one of his lobes pierced, but two or three tiny silver helix rings wind around each of his ears, catching the flashes of gunfire and glow of explosions during missions. He got his lobe done simply because he thought a single piercing would look badass, but also to match with his teen sister, who had finally been allowed by their heavily Catholic parents to get her ears pierced for her birthday. Soap drove her to the parlour and paid for the entire process, then surprised her by paying for himself as well, getting a matching light blue stud. "So I can always remember what I'm fighting for when I'm out there," he had smiled warmly at her, squeezing her shoulder. Over the years one ear piercing would turn into multiple helix piercings, which somehow turned into him winding up with his boxers down on an examining table, white-hot pain from a piercing needle forcing its way through the backside of his tip ripping through his lower body. He swears that the frenum piercing was worse than any kind of gunshot, RPG or flame that he had ever fought his way through, but now, it's his favourite story for shocking the women he drunkenly takes interest to at the bar. Every girl he crosses paths with wants a taste of the cool, metallic buds on their tongue, and practically falls at his feet begging to take a peek at the oddly placed piercing.

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

Dude, Gaz is a cool ass guy. Definitely pierced his nose himself in high school with the help of his friends, although they really weren't needed. In the dead of night during a sleepover, using the crudest of tools possible — one of his grandmother's sewing pins heated up with a lighter, rubbing alcohol and a piercing meant for an ear — he somehow had such precision and confidence in his work that the needle punctured cleanly through his nostril without even a snag or drop of blood. He calmly slid the needle out of his nose and giggled as his friends doubled over and gagged at disbelief. Promptly securing the piercing in place and dabbing it with a cotton pad soaked in cold rubbing alcohol, Gaz beamed. "S'pose I should drop the army and do this as a job after year 13, eh?" he stuck out his tongue, mood so elevated that he couldn't even feel a twinge of pain as he twirled the gem in his face. In the mirror the diamond face looked huge and awkward, obvious that it wasn't meant for a nose, and his furious parents ripped his ass to shreds once the sun came up the next day, yet Gaz couldn't find it in him to care about any of it. He had done the piercing perfectly, 100% by himself, something he would never be able to shut up about for years after, even after the hole had closed and healed over. He would love to get his nostril re-pierced, as well as getting studs after seeing the one that Soap parades around with, but he knows its too late for him — the healing process would interfere with his gritty, hands on job. For now, Gaz just admires the piercings of others from afar, and of course, has no shame in sharing his own story from his teens.

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

Back when Price was in school, it was unusual for boys his age to even think about getting piercings, unless of course you had been disowned by your estranged family and were going through an identity crisis. So of course growing up in a strict family in the English countryside, Price had never tasted the saline solution associated with aftercare; had never been acquainted with any needles or body jewelry anywhere near him, ever. After joining the army at 16, he had bigger things to worry about than altering his appearance, like moving up in the ranks and staying alive. Only when 141 was formed was when Price realized how many younger men actually had body piercings — he would catch Soap twirling the rings in his ears while going over mission plans in an unbreakable focused state; would silently glimpse at the studs In Ghost's ears as he passed him in the halls (Price had been the only member of the force who Ghost had actually let see his studs.) During the lighter moments of duo sniper missions with Gaz, crawling through the muck of bloody grass and foliage, he would glance at the slight crater in the younger man's nostril, feeling a tiny smile tug across his lips.

"Gaz?"

"Captain?" He mocked Price's tone, smiling as he adjusted his rifle's zoom.

"Care to tell me how you ended up with that hole in your nose, again?"

And of course, Gaz would tell him every little detail for the hundredth time, and Price — filled to the brim with respect and care for his men — was damn content with listening.

I fucking started this at 1 am and finished at 1:45 holy shit. Banged it tf out, so I'm sorry if there's any typos!

~Gemma

[tzuyusluv]

❥ Super Board

genre → fluff

pairing → skz x reader

warnings → secret relationships

word count → 0.7k

summary → this request right here <3

Chan

“Chan! Chan!” The man in question groans when he heard Seungmin’s voice calling out for him. His buff arms pull you even closer to him allowing him to bury his face in your neck. “No one’s home.” Chan’s voice can barely be heard in your neck. The studio door opens and you can hear Seungmin gasp. Looking up at him, his eyes and mouth open wide. “I knew it! I told the others but they didn’t believe me! I was right!” Chan watches as Seungmin practically sprints out of the room yelling for the others. “I should’ve locked the door.”

Minho

Han’s eyebrows creased even further when he noticed Minho phone case. It had changed from the cats to being clear with a photo in the back. “Hey Minho, could I borrow your phone for a minute? I need to text Chan.” Minho didn’t think twice about it before handing Jisung his phone. Waiting until Minho went back to talking to Changbin, and when he finally did, Han flipped over his phone to see a cute photo of you and Minho in a photobooth giving each other a small peck. Han’s eyebrow’s went upwards at the discovery. Once he handed back Minho’s phone, he decided to say something. “So Minho, minding explaining why you and you’re ‘best friend’ are kissing each other in that photo?”

Changbin

He didn’t think the boys would notice the new lock screen. Not when they were practicing their new choreography. Going to fill up his water bottle on their break, he didn’t expect to come back too the others staring at him. After a small staring contest between all of them, Chan eventually broke the silence. “So….who’s the cutie on your lock screen?”

Hyunjin

“Whatcha doing hyung?” The maknae walks into the art room. “Just painting.” Hyunjin refuses to take his attention off of the art, knowing that there was a high probability he would make a mistake and everything for you had to be perfect. “What are you painting?” Hyunjin freezes, you had only been dating about two months and none of the boys knew. “Just a picture I saw on pinterest.” He mumbles. “Really? Because I think that looks oddly familiar to my friend.” Hyunjin knows he screwed now.

Han

“Han, it’s about three now, are you coming with us?” Changbin says while yawning. “Not yet. I just got hit with some more inspiration. I’ll meet you guys back at the dorms.” Changbin frowns but agrees. “Alright, goodnight.” “Goodnight.” Changbin shuts the door and Han can hear his footsteps leave. Han isn’t sure when he fell asleep but he wakes up to Changbin shaking his shoulder. “What’s up hyung, what do you need?” Han isn’t able to say the sentence without a yawn. “Just reading your rap and curious as to who the person you wrote about is.” That wakes Han up. “I didn’t write that rap about anyone.” Changbin just gives him a look that shows he didn’t believe him. “Yeah? Is that name just a random one? It didn’t come from anyone?”

Felix

“Who’s that next to your sister?” Minho whispers to Felix. “Hmm?” Felix looks over at his band mate ‘confused’. “The person next to your sisters, I haven’t seen them before but it seems like your sisters are close.” Minho watches as Felix stays silent with no explanation as to who you were to him. “They’re just a friend…” Even Felix cringes at the hesitation in his voice. Minho lifts up an eyebrow at that. “A friend or a friend?” Felix once again hesitates, letting Minho know the answer. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell the others.”

Seungmin

“Can we go into this shop?” Felix looks confused but nonetheless agrees. “What are you looking for? Anything specific?” Seungmin just nods his head no. His eyes then lock onto a puppy plushie. He walks over to it and grabs it before walking back to the checkout, Felix struggling to catch up. As they’re waiting in line, Felix asks if it was for someone special, expecting Seungmin to give him a side eye, but he didn’t expect Seungmin to blush and have no words to defend himself with.

Jeongin

Hyunjin scoffed when he was the one to go fetch the maknae who had, once again, slept in past the practice time. Unlocking the door, grumbling as he makes it to the bedroom, he freezes when he sees two bodies on Jeongin’s bed. Creeping closer, he realizes that it’s you, the person who Jeongin adamantly says is just a friend. Hyunjin scoffs at that. Yeah, a friend who cuddles with their other friends and who look at each other with heart eyes constantly.

©️tzuyuluvs | Pease don’t translate, rewrite or blatantly steal any of my content.

[leviscolwill]

moonlight, sunrise

pairing: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: after trent's first time captaining his boyhood club, you can't help showing him your appreciation [wc: ~700]

contents: tooth rotting fluff, established relationship, captain trent ‼️, food mention, not proofread yet 🏃‍♀️

note: needed to write a little something for my boy <3

now playing: moonlight sunrise by twice (ready to be)

you were absolutely stoked when darwin scored a late goal for your team, winning newcastle 2-1. during all the game, your thoughts went to your boyfriend, who captained his team after van dijk got red carded. you knew how much his boyhood club meant to him and how much he adored it, so being vice captain was a huge honour. after the final whistle, you grabbed your phone to send him a quick text; "congrats on today's win my captain !! can't wait to celebrate with you tonight xx". you knew he wouldn't answer right away so you got up to prepare trent's surprise.

you put on your favourite playlist, and searched for everything you needed to make some pizzas, from the dough to the toppings, you had everything you needed. trent loved your pizzas, you weren't the best cook around but it was the one dish you could never miss.

you tried shaping the dough into little hearts, colouring them with bright red tomato sauce. your addiction to 'good pizza great pizza' helped you create the best pizza with trent's favourite toppings.

while you were finishing the last couple mini pizzas, you felt someone hug you from behind.

"they look so good, you really outdone yourself with these." you heard trent's voice in your ears.

"no ! they were supposed to be a surprise... please pretend you never saw this." you say in a disappointed tone, you must have been too distracted by your music to hear trent coming home.

"alright, alright. can i help you with the last one at least ?"

"of course not, you can't help making your own gift." you refused, but trent wouldn't take no for an answer. he placed the toppings to form a smiley face on the heart pizza. you snapped a quick picture of your masterpiece before putting it in the oven.

your boyfriend set up the table while you lit up some scented candles. these kinds of evenings were your favourites. the evenings when your boyfriend's was just yours, not the media's or the fans'. just trent, just yours.

trent was taken aback when you hugged his back, resting your head on his shoulder.

"you know i'm proud of you, right ? you did great today mister liverpool captain."

"i think you might have mentioned that a couple of times. thank you for believing in me pretty girl." he pressed a kiss on your lips before getting the pizzas out of the oven.

you ate your pizzas in front of a movie trent picked, of course, under the covers you brought to your living room, intently listing to each other's comments as silly as they might have been.

quickly enough, you fell asleep and felt trent's arms carrying you to your shared bedroom.

"where are we going ?" you asked him in a sleepy voice, even though you already knew the answer.

"to bed ratatouille."

"don't compare me to a rat." you huffed in disapproval of his newfound nickname for you.

"you're the rat that makes the best pizzas in the whole world."

you both cuddled up under your covers, and you felt tiredness get the best of you, trent must have felt it as well.

"goodnight, i love you." he said pressing a kiss on your cheek, after turning off the lights.

"i love you too, sleep well my captain."

trent's light strokes on your arm and his slow breathing lulled you to sleep swiftly. these were really your favourite nights, in the company of your favourite boy.

[agent-cakeshroom]

Goodnight, Sleep Tight

The little ficlet I mentioned possibly writing! I decided to stop obsessing over it being perfect, like a certain Troll we love :D

As he finished packing away the last of the board games, John Dory let the tension slide off his shoulders to the sounds of his brothers. All four of them were scattered across the furniture, asleep, and each one sounded so distinctly them that it made JD's chest tighten. Floyd and Branch were crammed together in an armchair, limbs tangled. The two youngest had always been closest, and John shot them a soft smile at the sight. 

His other two brothers had each taken an end of the couch. With Clay scrunched up save for one arm flopped over his head, and Bruce comfortably sprawled across the other half. 

They'd all grown so much. JD stepped over to one of the small cubby holes Branch dug as storage closets, and dragged out a few blankets. It was silly, being so excited over something so simple, but John Dory couldn't stop grinning. He never thought he'd miss taking care of his brothers. Twenty odd years of isolation must've scrambled his brain.

The eldest moved to the armchair first, and gently rearranged his brothers’ arms and legs into something a bit more comfortable. Aside from a huff or snuffle here and there, both boys stayed blissfully asleep. JD's heart squeezed as he covered them up and tucked them in. He could vividly remember the two of them cuddling when they were still itty bitty, and it was just as cute then.

With Floyd and Branch taken care of, John Dory grabbed up the other two blankets for Clay and Bruce. The middle child was first, and JD carefully moved his arm off his face to tuck it against his chest with his other one. Waking up with pins and needles was the worst. The blanket was next, but he didn't tuck in the edges. Clay used to have a habit of wiggling in his sleep, and JD figured it was better safe than sorry. He didn't want Clay getting tangled and falling off the couch in his sleep.

A rumbling snort brought John's attention to the second oldest of the bunch, and he had to fight off a laugh at Bruce's face. His head was tilted back at an awkward angle, squishing a cheek against the arm he had thrown over the arm of the couch, and there was a bit of drool on his chin. It was a weird thing to be comforted by, but JD was. His brother's may have grown up a lot, but they were still very much them. 

Maybe if Bruce wasn't such a light sleeper, John Dory would try and shuffle him into a more comfortable position. But with having so many kids, Bruce now fell asleep much faster and woke up easier. Instead, he settled for simply covering his brother with a blanket like the others. 

And without thinking twice about it, he leaned down and laid a kiss on Bruce's forehead, right below his hairline. 

As he realized what he just did, JD's ears lowered with embarrassment, and he quietly smacked his hands over his face. “What the hell…” He mumbled to himself. But he didn't regret it. And when he saw all his brothers still asleep as he peeked through his fingers, he figured it wouldn't hurt to finish his old routine. 

So he quickly and quietly went to his other brothers, giving each a goodnight kiss just like when they were little. They used to beg him for a hug and kiss goodnight, and would even refuse to sleep without it. As young as he was, JD used to think it was annoying and embarrassing. But now? He missed the way they needed him. The way they wanted him around. 

With the last kiss to Floyd's head, John headed for the elevator. He didn't feel like being the only one to return to his room, and he figured Rhonda would appreciate some company. 

“Where’re ya goin’?” Bruce’s groggy voice reached him from the couch, making JD pause. He turned to see Bruce half flopped over the arm of the couch with one eye cracked open, and his face squished against his shoulder. It shouldn’t be adorable with his brother being in his mid-thirties, but it wasn’t just Branch that still looked like a kid in John’s eyes. 

“Just gonna go check on Rhonda, lil brother. Go back to sleep.” He spoke softly, and couldn’t fight off a small smile. The nostalgia dragged at his lungs, making it hard to breathe for a moment. 

“Nooo…” The second oldest grumbled, flailing his free arm at John Dory. “She’s pro’ly fine. Ge’ over here, butt dory.” The slurred, half-asleep speech screamed pouty little brother, and the goofy insult caught John off guard. He snorted, and slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle a laugh. Well, he couldn’t say no to that. 

“Alright, alright. Move your feet then, dork.” He stepped back over to the couch, and nudged at Bruce’s blanket covered feet. He could probably squish in by Clay even if his brother didn’t move, but John wanted to give the third brother some much needed space. They were still working some things out. 

Already drifting back to sleep, Bruce flopped over onto his back and curled his legs up just enough for JD to drop onto the middle cushion. Then immediately, unashamedly, threw his legs over his older brother’s lap. Not that John was going to complain, he was just happy to be so close to family again. So he tucked the end of the blanket over himself and Bruce’s legs, and sunk back against the couch to catch a quick nap at least. 

He hadn’t been this content and relaxed in ages, and it felt heavenly. He loved Rhonda with his whole soul, but his brother’s held a special place in his heart that only they could fill. And as he finally slipped into sleep to the sounds of all his brothers’ surrounding him, things felt so perfectly imperfect.

[basketballanonsblog]

Just like the rain

Thought it would be cute to write the moment Jihyo realised she fell in love with R:

Inhale. Exhale.

All of them had been repeating that mantra in their head for the past 5 minutes. After a gruelling day of practice, Twice were finally granted rest. It was close to midnight and despite their hunger, no one had the energy to move; simply relying on the bottles of water they provided.

Even the leader was grateful for this reprieve. This week felt never-ending and took its toll on each of them.

Jihyo was disappointed that she wasn't able to see you due to the hectic schedule, but you reassured her that it was alright. Despite that, it didn't stop you from sending messages throughout the days and even surprising her with flowers at one point.

You were irresistibly sweet, and she would never admit it out loud, but you captivated her when you met. You were a bit brash, mixed with a slight dark sense of humour but it was obvious that your softer side was reserved mainly for Jihyo.

"What are you smiling at?" Nayeon's voice broke Jihyo's train of thought, and she slipped back into a neutral expression.

"I wasn't smiling." Jihyo wanted to facepalm at the attempt of lying. It wasn't even a believable denial.

"I bet she's thinking of about her girlfriend." Sana chimed in before cooing at the leader.

"Y/n isn't my girlfriend!"

Crap

"HA! Sana didn't even name anyone in particular and you thought of y/n!"

Why are Sana and Nayeon ganging up on her?

"Well, the implication is there." She pouted before crossing her arms.

"Unnie is right, we could all tell who Sana was referring too. After all, who else besides Y/n has been trying to woo Jihyo?" Tzuyu tried to hold her laughter, and Jihyo couldn't tell whose side the youngest was on.

"Woo me?"

8 pairs of eyes turned, each member looking incredulously at her, and Jihyo just wanted to sink into the floor.

"Is she being serious?"

"Oh good god..."

"I thought Dahyun and Sana were the only dense ones. "

"Hey!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She got flustered to the point where she couldn't tell who was speaking anymore but then a knock on the door caught all their attention.

"Come in."

You walked through the door and smiled cheerfully at them.

"Hey gang, heard you just finished and thought you guys might be hungry." They ran to you and snatched the bags out of your hand, but not before profusely thanking you.

You turned to Jihyo, still smiling but your smile turned softer.

"Hi."

"Hey y/n. Thank you, for the food."

"Don't mention it. It looks like you guys needed it tonight." You face the others, and Jihyo follows your line of sight, looking at the others fervently eating.

"You should join them before they eat everything."

She was about to agree when you sneezed.

"Are you okay?" Jihyo went to put her hand on your shoulder but was surprised when she felt how damp your hoodie was.

"Why are your clothes wet?"

"It's raining and I walked here."

"Pabo! What were you thinking?"

"I wanted to see you." Your sincerity warmed her heart but she played it cool.

"Well if you get sick, I hope it was worth it."

"I got to see you, so I'd definitely say it was worth it."

A towel hit you in the face before Jihyo could respond.

"I don't mean to interrupt the flirting, but here's a towel."

"Thanks Jeongyeon." You took your hoodie off leaving you in a plain shirt and dried yourself, placing the towel around your shoulders to keep warm.

"Oh! Before I forget" you pulled a small box and tossed it to Sana.

"Noise cancelling earplugs. I heard thunder on my way here but I saw these at the convenient store."

"Ahh y/n you're so sweet!" Someday you're going to make someone very happy.

"I hope so." If anyone noticed you glance at Jihyo, no one commented on it.

-x-

Jihyo laid in bed but couldn't fall asleep. She kept replaying the last hour in her mind.

You went back with them to the dorm, wishing them a goodnight until it was only you two standing outside the door.

"Thanks again for stopping by, I missed hanging out with you."

"Me too. But hopefully it won't be long to wait after this."

In a bold move, you kissed her cheek.

"Goodnight Jihyo."

She was bombarded with questions when she went inside but went straight to bed.

One comment by Nayeon kept repeating in her head.

"Look how smitten she is, someone's in love!"

She didn't answer but surely it's not true is it?

Memories of the year so far ran through her head including what you did tonight.

Y/n is just a caring person that's all. I mean sure, my heart skips a beat when she does something sweet and thoughtful; but that doesn't mean I'm in love with her right?

Right?

Oh.

She couldn't help but smile.

Everything fell into place, but she wasn't afraid of this newfound revelation. She welcomed the feeling. And just like the rain that night, Jihyo had fallen just as hard.

[orchid-mantis-petals]

WHEN HOME BECOMES YOU CHAPTER 8

/ Hello!! HI!! I am so excited to drop this chapter it was so scrumptious to write.

/ As per the Poll (Which is now deleted) you loves asked for this Chapter tonight, I am here to give.

/ I forewarn, I have not proofread it this time. I am far too tired to try that tonight. So I will likely proofread and edit tomorrow AM.

/ As always thank you to @maximumkillshot for guiding and giving me ideas. And @taeminsung who is always quick to text me their reacts. Love you both!!

/ Last notes for now, I have a work schedule change coming up. Saturday will become the posting date for this fic. Baring any health complications I will update if there is a delay or of we're on track for the drop. This week will only have this chapter (Unless I get ballsy but with my flare up probably not). So without further ado here we go!!

/ Genre: ANGST, fluff, comfort, cuddles

/ Warnings: Blood (Reader and Bin), PTSD, panic attack, Screaming, crying, injury (Axel, and reader), wound care, SWEARING BECAUSE IM A FEIND (If I miss any comment below I'm very tired..)

/ Summary:

Changbin sleepily rubbed at his eyes as he followed the rest down to the vehicles. It wasn’t as though he slept. Your constant presence at his side that night just eased the tiredness that took time to come. Now he was sure once he was home he would fall asleep like the dead. He was polite enough to bow to the concierge on his way out. Outside the main lobby he shivered, the short sleeve shirt he brought with him wasn’t enough to keep him warm against the chilled air. Winter would make her own debut in the coming months. 

“Changbin, where’s your jacket??” Chan asked as he watched the younger shiver beside him. 

“I must have left it upstairs in Y/N’s apartment,” the group groaned. Most just wanted to go home and to bed after their long day ended so peacefully. 

Changbin sleepily rubbed at his eyes as he followed the rest down to the vehicles. It wasn’t as though he slept. Your constant presence at his side that night just eased the tiredness that took time to come. Now he was sure once he was home he would fall asleep like the dead. He was polite enough to bow to the concierge on his way out. Outside the main lobby he shivered, the short sleeve shirt he brought with him wasn’t enough to keep him warm against the chilled air. Winter would make her own debut in the coming months. 

“Changbin, where’s your jacket??” Chan asked as he watched the younger shiver beside him. 

“I must have left it upstairs in Y/N’s apartment,” the group groaned. Most just wanted to go home and to bed after their long day ended so peacefully. 

“Well hurry up Bin we’ll warm up the car,” Chan tossed the key fob to him he was thankfully alert enough to catch it before it fell to the floor. 

“Thanks!!” He stepped back inside the lobby and made sure he was quick to head up to your apartment. It felt like hours in his tired brain as he watched the elevator climb higher and higher until it finally dinged on the 8th floor. When he stepped off his feet dragged him to the familiar blank door that belonged to your home. He knocked once, twice, thrice with no answer. He heard sounds beyond the wood so he was sure you were awake. They hadn’t even left your garage yet. Not even two minutes ago he was wishing you goodnight with a gentle hug on the way out. It wasn’t until he heard your scream that he leapt into action.

Changbin was thankful to find your front door had yet been locked. Though he was sure he could force it open if he had needed to. There was no time for manners, not when his blood ran cold at the idea of you in pain. The short hallway that was your entryway didn’t yield any results as to why you had cried out so desperately. It wasn’t until he rounded the corner that he caught sight of you. The space behind your couch, just in front of the stairs. Quickly he came to join you. He only stopped when his sneaker crunched on something. At a closer glance he saw a shattered picture frame. The picture that once lay within was cut apart by the glass. There was no time for him to figure out why the photo and frame had such significance. Not when he could see the blood trickle down your hands, it pooled into the cracks of the floor below you. The jacket he left behind was now used to push aside the glass that lay around you. His goal was to protect whatever part of you he could. The sound of the glass drew your attention upward toward him. But in the glassy light your eyes gave off he could tell you were not with him. Your mind elsewhere, not a registered part of this world. 

“Y/n??” He called as he stood above you, not far off to your left he saw your cell phone. A call still counting up the time at which you were on with that person. He didn’t pay much mind to it any further, not when he felt your hand clasped around his wrist. He winced as the glass embedded in your palms scratched at his skin. His blood now mingled with yours as it dropped to the floor. 

“I promise, I promise to be good,” he was confused, what had you meant when you said you would be good. Had you been bad?? Had he done something to make you think you weren’t good or kind?? Your hand dragged his forward until it settled into your hair. You forced his fingers into a fist your hair caught in his palm. “See, I’m good..I’m so good. Please..I’ll be good if you stop hurting them..please..stop hurting them. I’m here..I’ll be good,” his breath left him fast at the sight of you on your knees like that. You begged for harm to befall you at the expense of another. Tears pricked at his eyes as you continued to beg him for something he wouldn’t dare give you. It was then he realized yet again, you were not here with him. Your brain had cast you into a vast hellscape. One that made him a monster to you, a monster more than willing to usher in pain, to make an example out of your misery. 

“Changbin, what’s taking-“ from the doorway he heard Felix but paid him no mind as he knelt in front of you with his hand letting go of your hair. He didn’t face the Australian, not when you needed him more. Felix called to you, but you didn’t respond. Your eyes locked with Changbin as the battle behind them turned into a war. 

“Felix, figure out who’s on the phone,” the young blonde nodded as he scooped up your device and moved to the kitchen to speak with whoever was on the other side. Changbin studied your face once more, small cuts across your cheeks had him worried glass had settled into more than just your hands. The streaks of blood wet with your tears as they continued to wash over the scratches on your skin. There was no spark in your eyes. No fire. Not in the ways he had come so used to seeing, not in the ways he’d slowly begun to love. Gently his hand soothed over your tangled hair, his aim to fix what his hand had messed up. Though he was careful to not add to the blood that was all over you. “My sweet Whimsy, it’s me. Changbin. Can you hear me??” His voice was so light so soft all he wanted was for you to come back to the world around them. 

“I'll never do it again. I’ll never leave you, just don’t hurt them. Don’t hurt anyone else,” Changbin stayed calm as you continued to beg for something that he’d never give. Something someone else had taken from you. 

“It’s okay Whimsy. Look me in the eyes. I am not who you are thinking of. I am not here to hurt you. Come back to me Whimsy,” his motions slow, delicate in regards to you. After a few minutes he could see some light come back to your eyes. “Sweet Whimsy, are you with me??”  There was a pause as you looked around the room, then down at your hands. 

“Yes..” your voice croaked with the effort to speak through the soreness he was sure you had in your throat. 

“Good, can I help clean you up??” When you nodded he slowly lifted you off the floor by your elbow and walked toward your bathroom. He looked to Felix, then to the mess on the floor in hopes the younger would understand what he was trying to ask. Your bathroom was small, but Changbin didn’t care. Not when you needed someone to help you. Not when you let him help you. Something all the boys had wanted to do for a very long time.. He settled you on the toilet with gentle hands before he set a towel on your lap to catch the blood that dropped from your hands. “Where’s your first aid kit??” 

“Under the sink,” he made sure you kept your hands still over the towel as he reached for the familiar white box that contained all first aid needs. He rummaged quietly as he sat on the edge of your bathtub. The tweezers were first. He apologized gently as he pulled each and every piece of glass from your palms and fingers. It startled him that you didn’t flinch, you barely registered each glass he pulled free from your hands. Occasionally he noticed a nerve pull the muscles, an involuntary reaction to what he was doing. Your control was scary. He began to wonder how many times harm had come to you?? How many times had you experienced pain at the hands of another?? “Bin??” He had stopped moving. Tweezers poised over your palms as he got lost in his thoughts. 

“Just seeing if any needed stitches,” he smiled kindly at you before he put away the tweezers. “This will hurt, I'm sorry,” he didn’t want to add more to your pain, but he knew the next part needed to happen if you were going to heal. Changbin decided to grab a towel close by and soak it in the alcohol rather than dumbing it into your open cuts. This way he had more control over the situation. One by one he cleaned the cuts on your hands and face. The only noise that was heard in the room was the soft rustling of Changbin as he began the process of bandaging your wounds and the soft sniffles you let out every so often. “Want to tell me about it??” Whatever this was, whatever had you, his kind and stoic Whimsy sobbing on the floor in terror was something Changbin wanted to protect you from. 

“I’m not ready. I am too afraid,” that was all you needed to say. Changbin understood, maybe not to the full extent. But he did understand the desire to process, gather and heal from it all before you spoke about it. He would give you time. As much time and desire as you needed. So long as you understood he was someone you could come to. 

“I’ll be here when you’re ready,” there was a knock on the bathroom door, Changbin didn’t miss the way you flinched and cowered away as it swung open. “It’s only Felix Whimsy,” he relaxed when you settled at the sight of the young blonde. 

“Hey there Starlight. Are you feeling better??” Changbin’s heart sunk when you shrugged your shoulders. He reached out to you and gathered you in his arms. 

“Let’s get you on the couch,” he laughed softly at your squeak when he lifted you with ease into his arms. When you tried to protest he only held you closer as he took the short walk from your bathroom to the couch. He was sad you didn’t cling to him like he saw women do in the movies. But he didn’t blame you either. Your hands had been cut apart, the delicate soft skin was sure to scar as they healed. He was gentle as he settled you onto the couch. Felix was right there with a blanket and your stuffed bear. 

“Starlight, I talked to Ivory,” there was panic that settled over your features. Changbin watched as your eyes darted between both of them. Your waterline turned pink as tears welled up in them. In one quick motion your knees came up to your chest as you looked down, your hair now blocked them from view. 

“Did she tell you??” 

“No, she said she had wanted to. But you would have been upset. I agreed with her,” both males relaxed when you did, your legs flattened out over the couch, the blanket wrapped tight over your body. “She did, however, recommend a detective here in Korea. She said he is an old friend of hers. She wants you to go see him. Begin the process of ‘finally filing that shit’ her words not mine,” Changbin felt his heart swell when you chuckled softly. Silence filled the room as both men made moves to get ready and go. Though Changbin hesitated with every single step. He didn’t want to leave you. In fact his entire body revolted at the idea of you here alone. He’d rather stay, rather keep you safe beyond just the care of your wounds. He was so unsure, so helpless in the idea of how to ask. He feared you would reject him if he had. That you would shut him out once more.. Just as they stood you snagged both their pant legs. 

“I-I don’t want to go alone,” you had reached out to them..Changbin would not turn you away. Not when you so clearly asked for his help. At one glance he realized his personal schedule was so full tomorrow. His help would have to wait. “But I want it done,” 

“I can go with you Starlight. Come to the Danceracha house tomorrow morning. I’ll go with you. Binnie has a big schedule,” 

“I’ll move it, all of it. For you Whimsy,” 

“Don’t you dare Bin. You’ve done more than enough for me tonight,” 

‘I will do so much more if only you’d let me,’ he thought. 

“You have NIZI tomorrow, Chan will need you more than I will. Lixie will be perfect company,” Changbin chewed on his lip but nodded as he let you win, this time. 

“I’ll keep my schedule if you promise to call me..” 

“I can live with that,” you smiled softly to them both, but he saw how it didn’t meet your eyes. He saw you fiddle with the frayed ends of your bandage. He’d stop you if he weren’t afraid he’d hurt you in the process. For now he settled with resting his hand over your knee. His hands were so calm as he drew your attention back to him. 

“I will be here if you need me,” the uncut pads of your fingers came to rest over his hand on your knee. He was thrilled you felt comfortable enough to reach out to them. To finally let them in, even just a little. “I am going to walk Lixie to the cars. If you’ll let me, I'd like to stay. Just to make sure you’re okay through the night. I can drive you to Lix’s dorm in the morning,” he watched your eyes dart around once more, he was sure you’d protest to the idea. But deep in his heart he hoped you’d let him stay. Whatever you wanted he would do. He would respect every choice you made.

“Please stay,” Changbin could tell it was hard for you to make this choice. Hard to let people in. In his head he celebrated, but outwardly he simply nodded and soothed over your hair once more.

“I will be right back Whimsy. Can I tell Chan what happened??”

“Yeah, I trust him,” that was all you needed to say. He let Felix say goodnight to you once more before he followed the young male out of the apartment. 

“Lix, are you doing okay??” he was gentle as he asked, they all knew the empath Felix was. While he could handle any situation with remarkable depth and strength, Changbin also knew how much of a toll it took on him. Softly he chuckled as the aussie sagged against his side. His own arm wrapped around the younger to keep him close as they watched the elevator tick down.

“I’m okay, tired, but okay. I just don’t want Starlight to suffer alone anymore,”

“Me either Lix. We just have to keep trying. Keep being there for her,” Changbin felt the younger nod into his side as the elevator opened. When it had he scooped Felix onto his back as he walked to the front entry. The effect was immediate, from his back the blonde laughed as he kicked his legs in time with Changbin’s steps. It was only when he was beside the cars did he set Felix back on his feet. From there the younger found refuge in Hyunjin. Changbin made eye contact with Chan as the rest began to pile into the car; he motioned the leader to come out and speak to him. 

“What’s up Bin, everything alright??” Once clear of the prying ears the other members had Changbin nodded.

“Y/N had a panic attack. She didn’t really share what was going on. But she was pretty upset. I asked to stay over, to make sure she sleeps okay,” Chan nodded, and Changbin didn’t miss the worry that flashed behind his eyes before he settled back into the calm collected look he always had when he was deep in thought. “I won’t be late to schedule tomorrow,”

“That wasn’t even a thought Bin. If Sandy needs you then we will make it work,” Chan looked back at the vehicles before he nodded. “I’ll leave one of the cars here for you to drive tomorrow. Just give Y/N a hug for me,” Changbin nodded, he didn’t comment on the nickname Chan let slip for you. He himself was far too tired and preoccupied with your well being to tease his leader. He’d save it for tomorrow, while they got ready for NIZI. He waited on the lobby stoop while Chan rearranged the cars. After it was all settled Chan handed over a set of keys before he gave Changbin a squeeze to the arm. “See you in the morning,” Changbin waved the others goodnight from where he stood before he wandered back inside and up to you. When he returned he wasn’t surprised to have found you had fallen asleep where he put you on the couch not even ten minutes earlier. As gentle as possible he scooped you up. Blanket, stuffy and all tucked neatly into his arms as he walked up to your bed. He was happy that you didn’t wake at all as he settled you into your bed for the night. Changbin gently tucked you in before he wandered away from your side. He wasn’t sure he would sleep at all the night, not when there was an obvious threat that loomed over your safety. Still, he knew you’d be upset if he didn’t try. Beside your front door he spotted a baseball bat, he wasn’t sure the purpose you used it for. But tonight it would stay by his side as he slept on your couch. The blanket Felix had originally wrapped you up in was left behind on the couch. With one last glance up at your loft Changbin settled in for the night. That said blanket now wrapped around himself, the familiar scent of your shampoo wrapped him in warmth as he drifted off into a listless slumber. 

“PLEASE!! STOP!!” Changbin was up on his feet before he could even register what had happened, the bat in his hand he checked the front door. Still locked and bolted. “I’M HERE DON’T HURT THEM!! TAKE ME!!” when he heard you cry out again he took off from the front door to your room. At the foot of your bed he watched you thrash under the blankets he so calmly wrapped around you mere hours before. In seconds he was at your side his hand soothed into your tousled hair.

“Whimsy, darling it's a dream,” he called to you as he waited patiently to wake up from the nightmare. It didn’t take long for you to shoot up out of bed and latch onto the front of Changbin’s shirt. “Hey, hey it's me, Changbin,” his voice was low, gentle, and calm as he spoke to you. He waited for you to figure out where you were. Your eyes darted around the room then came to meet his as you began to calm. “Hey there Whimsy,” 

“Hey,” you sighed as you let your hands drop from his shirt. His eyes never left your body, tonight had done enough to you. Yet all it wanted to do was take more from you with every given second. Changbin settled on the bed beside you, not too close yet close enough that if you needed him he was there. Silence fell over the both of you. It was comfortable, and clear as though it was meant to be. He waited until he felt you were calm enough before he stood up to go back down stairs. “Wait,” he stopped as you snagged the hem of his shirt. “Please don’t go,” 

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with me here?? I don’t want to overstep,”

“I am. I’m afraid to be alone. Please,”  he hadn’t meant for you to beg. Because he would give you anything you wanted when you wanted it. No questions asked. 

“Okay Whimsy,” after you settled down beneath your blankets he joined you on the other side of the bed. He tried to not take up too much space, it was hard with his size sometimes. Yet he still tried his best to not crowd you on the bed. Changbin wanted you to come to him, he didn’t want to push your boundaries. So he settled down beside you, his back rested against the silken sheets, he felt awkward and stiff. It was when you reached out to take his hand that he finally relaxed against your bed. His fingers wrapped in your as he turned to face you. “Sleep well Whimsy. I will be here by your side when you wake,” 

“Thank you Changbin. For everything,” he watched you sink into your blankets, your eyes half lidded as sleep dragged you under once more. The soft sound of your breaths evened out with your slumber is what eased Changbin to fall asleep beside you. His hand in yours, he knew from that moment on he’d protect you at all costs.

****  ****  ****  ****

New message: Ivory: Please go see Himora, I know he can help. Axel made it through surgery. 

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Happy 1k 🫶 Congrats!!

I'm not sure if requests are still open but maybe little!reader gets a huge and I mean huge bear for their bday or valentines day and maybe daddy!bucky was against it bc reader gets easily attached to plushies but daddy Steve said it was okay and maybe one night little!reader wants to sleep with them but brings the huge bear so daddy Steve kinda hangs off the bed and daddy bucky is like told you you would regret it!

totally okay if you're not feeling it♡

🤍 drabble for steve getting reader a giant teddy for valentine's day

a/n: thank you so much love! i loved writing this, i hope you enjoy it <33

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Daddy! Daddy! You have to come see what Dada bought for me!” You grabbed Bucky's wrist to pull him out of the kitchen but he quickly shrugged you off, not wanting to hurt you with the knife in his hand.

“I’m coming, princess, just give me a second here!” He went back to finishing chopping the vegetables, making you groan in response.

“Come onnnn, daddy!” You tried again, but he stopped you before you could grab his wrist again. He put the knife down and picked you up in his arms, making you squeal loudly. Chuckling at your reaction, he carried you out to the living room. However, when he entered the living room, he was no longer laughing.

“Ummm what uh…what is that?” He put you down before approaching the giant bear in his living room, that was almost as tall as him. It took up half of his couch, and was at least twice your size, "Umm Steve, what is this?"

"It's a present for our angel for Valentine's day!" Steve chuckled at Bucky's reaction, as he picked you up in arms. You laughed as he tickled you lightly before putting you back down to let you go play with your new teddy.

"Okay she loves it, you can't say anything." Steve stopped Bucky before he could start scolding him for getting such an enormous bear.

Bucky watched you climb onto the bear, using him as your own personal couch. He was happy to see you so excited over the bear but he knew this was a bad idea, "You're gonna regret this."

"Sweetheart, why don't we leave the bear in the living room for now?" Steve begged as he tried to move the bear in a way that would still give him some room to sleep on the bed. Bucky just sat there on his side of the bed, happily reading his book. Steve looked over at him for help but Bucky just smiled back at him before returning his attention to his book.

"But daddy he'll be all lonely down there! Please daddy?" You pouted, hugging the bear, not wanting to let him go.

Steve sighed before getting in bed, trying his best to sleep in the little space that was provided to him. Bucky leaned over to kiss you goodnight and shut the lights. Eventually, Steve finally fell asleep, happy that he won yet another argument against Bucky. He knew he wouldn't regret buying that bear. It made you so happy, he didn't even mind sleeping in that small space.

However, in the middle of the night, you pushed the bear away to cuddle with Bucky and unfortunately, it knocked Steve off the bed in the process. Bucky woke up when he heard the loud thud, and turned the lights back on. He smirked looking down at the ground, watching Steve rub the back of his head.

He groaned loudly, ripping the bear off the bed before getting back in. He looked over at Bucky who had the biggest grin on his face, making him roll his eyes, "Fine, whatever, you were right."

"Told you you'd regret it," Bucky chuckled, before going back to sleep, happy he'd won this time.

[ace-for-eddie]

Part 5

After dinner, Eddie and Wayne went out on the porch and talked more about the details of the day. They’d had to wait until they had a moment away because they didn’t want Evelyn to overhear some parts of the conversation. While she was the spitting image of Eddie, they still needed to figure out what they may need to do legally.

Joyce helped get Evelyn a bath and in clean pajamas. She carried Evelyn back to Will’s bedroom where they’d determined to have Evelyn and Eddie stay for the night. Will was happy to give up his room for the night and stay over at Dustin’s.

“So uh… what do I need to do?” Eddie asked Joyce. “I don’t exactly have a lot of experience with how to put a kid to bed. Oh, right! Cough medicine from her bag.”

“Does she have a cough?” Joyce asked, scrunching up her nose a bit in confusion.

Eddie thought back, “Off and on earlier today. But I haven’t heard it since we’ve been here.”

“Hmmm… okay, I think we should wait on that and see if she needs it.” Joyce suggested.

“Her mom said she gives it to her to sleep?” Eddie scratched the back of his neck. “Is that normal?”

“She gives it to her to sleep?” Joyce’s mother bear instincts peaked.

“She was drugging this baby to sleep?” Joyce’s tone took a sharp turn. “No. That’s not normal.”

“I don’t know exactly, it was all kind of a blur.” Eddie shrugged. “But uh, she didn’t really seem like she was getting any nominations for mother of the year.”

He felt a sense of relief that Evie was with them and not her mother tonight. He hadn’t had time to process everything that happened in this whirlwind of a day. There was so much to think through and figure out. So much of it did not sit well with him. But he didn’t have much time to worry about that now.

In fact, he wouldn’t have to worry too much about all that at all, because the moment Joyce mentioned the additional details to Hopper, he was out the door and headed to the station to write a report. Eddie had no idea he’d even left.

***

Eddie sat down on the floor of Will’s bedroom and brushed Evie’s hair gently while she looked at the pages of a book that Joyce had saved in her hopes of sharing with her grandchildren. El helped him braid Evie’s soft hair. He was still learning, but starting to get the hang of it.

But as he turned around to say goodnight to Wayne who had just popped his head through the doorway, he felt a pull on his shirt. He turned around to Evelyn climbing her way into his lap.

“Uh…okay, make yourself at home, I guess.” He chuckled.

He shook his head, which caught the girl’s attention as she reached up for his long wavy hair.

“Pretty hair’” she whispered with a slight ‘w’ sound on each ‘r’. He smiled at how gentle she was with his wavy strands.

He looked down into her big brown eyes chuckling. Now it was his turn to melt.

“No, you have the pretty hair darling.” Darling? Where the hell did that come from? Wayne? Does Wayne say Darling? He heard a chuckle from the hallway as Wayne headed to the living room.

Eddie scooped up the little girl giving soft tickles, making her giggle loudly. Then he plopped them both down on the bed and began reading the book.

Evelyn fell asleep after they’d it read through twice. The second time making up a new story based solely on the pictures, wrong answers only.

But Eddie naturally toned down his voice as he noticed she started to settle down and her eyes got heavier. After she’d fallen asleep, Eddie stayed seated on the bed with his daughter laying across his chest.

When Joyce returned to the room from cleaning up the kitchen, she found the little one asleep on Eddie’s lap.

Eddie stuck out his bottom lip pouting.

“What do I do now? She’s asleep.” He whispered.

“She’ll probably stay asleep even if you move.”

“I don’t want to chance it.” Eddie said seriously, then groaned.

“But I do really need to pee.” He whimpered slightly.

Joyce smiled and chuckled, before reaching down to lift the girl slightly and tuck her under a blanket as Eddie extracted himself and went to the bathroom. He returned to the living room with El and Joyce.

“Where’s Hopper?” he asked.

Joyce paled at the question. “Just to the office for a bit.”

@estrellami-1

[derealfeelz]

Mice Fear (Kodoku's Lilacs, The Life of a Flowstar, No. 24)

This post might make me look like a pussy (although that word is apparently a other meaning for cat, and that's not what I mean on this lol), but fuck it. There's phobias around the world that can make people be scared of ridiculous stuff, and this may be one of them, although it's not exactly a phobia, but PTSD. I'm scared of mice, and I will cry myself to sleep in the corner if there's one in my bed.

Where we live, is in the country, no cities really, just towns and shit. Although I have visited NYC a few times and remember a rat going into a garbage can, it's a natural place that can have more stuff, and the most I've experienced are mice and spiders. I actually did kill a spider under half an hour ago as of writing this, because I accidentally let it in after trying to do astrophotography. Before I talk about my story here, I'd like to say the pictures did come out pretty, not milky way in the photo wise tho, but it damn sure welcomed an unwelcome guest this night, and he's not a nice one.

So far, this has happened twice, and it only happened when I lived in a previous house. Basically, a couple of mice sneaked into our house, and I still got this pictured in my mind ever since it happened. I used to watch YT on my PS4 before I fell asleep, and it's bright enough to show the floor. When I looked down on the floor, let's just say MIckey Mouse was having fun in the not his Clubhouse. I still remember waiting a minute and seeing the mouse running from underneath my bed, and it made me jump everytime.

I swear, I felt so scared, my mom had to assure me the mouse was more scared of me, but she don't understand that that's the complete opposite. I'm a lil surprised tho that it didn't give me insomnia, but it sure was hard watching YT when the floor was there and so was my friend. Luckily, we did manage to get the mice out by setting poison for them, it's unfortunate because I still remember a mouse making squeaking noises and I felt bad, but hell no do I wanna experience that ever again. Never again, am I finna welcome Mickey Mouse unless he's in a case, tied up all hands and feet. Chuck E. Cheese tho, he's a cool guy and I can be a kid when he's around (10 months remaining tho).

I gotten over the fear now since something like this hasn't happened in a year or two. I do remember last year tho, when I visited my birth state, we went out one night to a place where it had those tables with roofs over and water nearby. It awaken my PTSD then, and it's okay tho (but down inside, hell no), since it was only once that I've experienced that. But anyways, I may have to look at the walls when I sleep now, because I'm starting to get a lil paranoid now writing this lol. But yeah, goodnight, and watch for the mice (Actually don't because that won't feel nice).

Sincerely, Kodoku.

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

I COMPLETED my TASK I can RESTTTTT

[6mm4d]

is ur request open?? if it is, pls do demon brothers as ur internet boyfriend!! gn!reader, And pls ignore this if the request is closed!

they're ur internet boyfriend!! : demon brothers

yes my requests are open! :-) tysm for letting me write this prompt it's literally so good!! ty once again friend, i hope you like it <:

lucifer

Lucifer never imagined himself making friends online, much less dating someone on the internet but you truly have him wrapped around your finger

That being said, Lucifer craves your attention, he needs twice as much considering your distance, so expect several missed calls when you forget to give him his "goodnight <3 i love you" text

"Hello? MC, whatever the issue is there's no need to ignore me, after all we're adults who can talk out our issues-.... ..You fell asleep early? ....Oh."

"No, it was nothing, go back to sleep"

Lucifer's favorite mode of communication are phone calls, he'll never admit it but your voice has become his favorite sound in all three worlds

He especially likes phone calls before bed, sure you're far away but laying in bed with you on the speaker phone makes his bed feel a lot less empty if he's being honest.

He looks forward to the day that you two get to meet in person although it's so unlike him, he feels nervous at the thought as well

mammon

Mammon is surprised that he bagged such a wonderful person, especially online. I mean, you love and respect him and you're his #1 supporter. It was only logical for him to stake claim.

Of course that's half a lie, he didn't claim you as much as you claimed him, although he'd never admit that out loud.

Mammon is always the first to call and text at every time of the day. He wants to know what you're doing, where, and he wants pictures, lots of pictures.

Obviously he wants as many pictures of you possible. Any at all will make his heart leap out of his chest. Blurry photos, mirror photos, photos of you from far away, he loves them all and he'll set them as his wallpaper.

His favorite mode of communication is videocalls. He really wants to see your face!! What can he say, it's his right as your boyfriend. Expect to hear the screenshot sound several times over the hours.

"Baby, put the sweater on. Huh?! Why not?? ....What?! Im not gonna take a screenshot, literally name one time I've done that"

"..Okay but that was ONCE omg!!"

levi

Levi has always had online friends, that was nothing new, but to know that one of his online crushes was actually dating him now?? He has no idea how he managed that

It comes as no surprise that Levi loves to play video games with you, it's such an easy way to connect and yet he manages to get embarrassed at "physical contact" that is just... virtual

"MC.... Did you mean to put our minecraft.. beds.. together??"

"OMG were wearing the same skin!? Oh gosh, everyone is gonna know you're my Player 2... this is a lot to take in "

Levi's favorite mode of communication with you is through VR Chat. If you didn't have a VR set before, Levi will get you one asap. To him, it's the easiest way to get closer to you without the overwhelming insecurity of video calls ( since he can change his avatar )

He especially loves simulating mundane tasks with you on VR; cooking, having a snowball fight, or running around a flowery park, knowing you're the face behind the avatar next to his own makes his heart skip a beat every time.

satan

Satan figures that perhaps this is a modern day romance. His books detail tragic forbidden lovers whose love perseveres despite all, and well, it's not too different from you two right? There is a wall between you both, or rather a screen.

Knowing this, Satan does his best to keep things romantic for you despite the physical distance.

He loves to have flowers and pastries delivered to your house, hinting to you through text that there's "a special something" at your doorstep and he waits patiently over the phone to hear your reactions

For Satan, hearing your gasps of astonishment and your happy giggles makes the extra effort so worth it. He'd do anything to hear you laugh in excitement.

His favorite mode of communication with you is phone calls, his favorite calls being ones where you can both enjoy each other's silence together, occasionally cracking a joke or affectionately calling out for one another.

"MC?... No, I didn't want to ask you anything, I just wanted to hear you say yes back "

Sometimes he likes to read out loud, not particularly for you to listen to, but just to know that you're hearing him is reason enough

"Hm? You like my voice? In that case, I'll read as much as you want, love :)"

asmo

The moment Asmo saw your face on the internet, he knew he had to shoot his shot. Of course, you responded, who wouldn't? But he didn't think you'd literally end up being the love of his life.

Asmo is obsessed with you and he's not ashamed about it. Anyone and everyone has heard about his "lovely MC" and how precious you are.

Of course he wants everyone to know that you two are an item, what if someone falls for you too? So his solution is to post you on his social media everyday. His Devilgram story, tweeting on Critter, all of the above.

Naturally, he wants to be as close as possible so he starts to buy things in pairs. He has a pink shirt and now you do too! Devil MUA sent him their PR package and now you have one too! Knowing you're both matching makes him feel 10x more confident in his outfit and makeup choices since his lovely MC is looking just as good!

Asmo's favorite mode of communication is video calling with you. He wants to see your face as much as possible no matter what expression you're wearing, he'll commit them all to memory

His favorite video calls are ones were you've just barely woken up, hearing your groggy voice and seeing your grumpy tired face never fails to make him kick his feet and giggle. Even you're disgruntled face makes his heart flutter

"Good morning!!! Hehe, I woke you up didn't I? You're looking at me like... Hahaha! I can't say, you're too cute!!! Go back to sleep, darling. I just wanted to see you"

beel

Beel has never been too active on social media so he imagined this scenario would fit one of his brothers better, but after your late night talks and heart to hearts, he absolutely had to ask you out.

Beel is a doting boyfriend, he loves to hear anything and everything about you. What you did today, what you wore, anything at all.

Prepare to have him praise everything you do, even when you weren't anticipating a compliment... He just can't help the fact that you're so damn cute to him! None of your conversations are safe from his doting

"You did your laundry today? Good job, MC :-)"

"You're wearing pajamas? Oh. Well you still look really cute today :-)"

His favorite mode of communication with you is texting. He's a busy guy so he can't always respond but even then he loves to read your texts when he has time. Naturally, He responds to each and every one of them individually, even if you sent over 10.

He especially loves texting you during breakfast. Seeing your texts and messages always make his days start off bright and he always makes sure to send you a picture of whatever breakfast he's eating at the given moment.

"MC, I'm having eggs, bacon, and french toast today. You should try making some :-) then it'll be like we're both eating at the same table, don't you think?"

belphie

When his brothers found out that he was in a relationship they were awestruck. Even more so when they found out it was online! What have you been up to, Belphie?!

Belphie doesn't care though, he understood his own feeling well enough and confessed to you despite the fact that you were online. He wasn't about to let anyone else snatch you before he had the chance

In this relationship, you have to call and text first. And although Belphie denies it, you're the only person he actively responds to besides Beel. But not without complaints

Despite that fact he loves getting calls and texts from you, even when he acts like it's no big deal. You'll never have a missed call or text as long as he's around, even if you sometimes get some...questionable half-asleep responses

"MC? Hello?...Yes. Im sleeping. How am I responding? How about, how are you responding?.... Maybe..you're sleeping."

Belphie's favorite mode of communication is phone calls. He doesn't have to painstakingly get up to type and not to mention, he can leave you on speakerphone and listen to you all he wants.

He absolutely adores the phone calls in which you both fall asleep together on the phone. Hearing your voice slowly get sleepier and quieter makes him giggle, how can someone be so adorable when sleeping? You're the only one who'd he stay up for, even if it's just to hear you sleep peacefully.

He makes sure to sleep too, but only when he can hear your quiet breaths over the phone.

[missjellyhead]

Could I maybe get Pennywise and bubba with a spouse S/O who stayed up waiting for them to come home but fell asleep😳

HEADCANON | slashers with a gn!s/o that fell asleep while waiting for them

includes pennywise and bubba sawyer.

note: I loved writing this. thanks for requesting! :)

PENNYWISE

The sewer is a nasty place, obviously.

But after moving in with Penny, you managed to make that smelly, uncomfortable place more like home.

He still had a pile of bones beside his bed (nest), but that was the least of his problems.

The real problem was that Penny was home late.

His relentless hunt for blood was not only exhausting for him, but for you as well.

Being alone wasn't his favorite thing.

You missed your partner.

And you tried your best to stay awake to see him.

Because it was one of the few times he was with you.

But after a tiring and tedious day, staying awake for too long was difficult.

So while you longed for Pennywise to arrive and tried to keep your eyes open to see him, sleep was stronger than your persistence.

In the middle of the night, when Pennywise got home, you were sleeping comfortably.

He didn't notice you at first.

But when he noticed, he wondered how he could be so attracted to a mere human.

Love is a new feeling for him.

Pennywise doesn't know exactly how to show it, but he adores you.

Either way, he doesn't think twice about laying down next to you.

He's still full of blood and he smells like death, but he still pulls you into a hug and snuggles close to you.

The next day you will probably complain about dried blood sticking to you. It won't last long, because having Pennywise so close to you takes all the bad feelings out of her heart.

(Ironic, because it can bring bad feelings to a lot of people).

BUBBA SAWYER

Bubba loved having someone home waiting for him.

(He has his brothers, of course, but that's a different situation.)

A magnificent feeling invaded his chest just thinking about you, lying on the shared bed, waiting for him with a smile on your lips.

When he got home that night, he quickly climbed the stairs and entered the bedroom.

He was a little sad when he found you sleeping as he expected to receive his usual goodnight kiss.

But I was still very happy to have you there!

Make sure you get very clean before lying down next to you.

Pulls you to sleep with a spoon, no matter if it's hot.

He spent the day away, working tirelessly, chasing victims around. Resting with you in your arms is wonderful.

Anyway, it doesn't matter that you fell asleep waiting for him.

But the next morning expect a lot of affection.

Like I said, he's been gone for a long time, so he just wants to make up for lost time.

sorry for any spelling mistakes, english is not my first language

[the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink]

Happy Campers (Gerard Way x fem!reader)

kinktober day 23(ish): outdoor sex 

Summary: On a camping trip with the guys, Gerard and his girlfriend realise that neither of them are capable of being quiet enough for them to get away with having sex in the tent. Luckily, he has an idea that just might work... 

Word count: 2537

Warnings: tiny bit of a Frikey mention?? If you need warning about that?? But I think that’s it. 

AN: Hello friends! I’m not dead, look! I’m slowly working my way through the last of the kinktober stories (although personal love life crises, a very annoying dose of the emo flu, and two exams I forgot I had to revise for have certainly made it difficult to write. Oops.) 

I mean, maybe you could think of this as a treat, you know? This way, kinktober is actually gonna last wayyy longer than it was intended to. Silver linings and all that. 

As night fell, the five of them huddled a little closer around the fire, each warmed more by the beers they’d been drinking than by the poorly crackling embers. Except Mikey - he’d drunk four or five bottles of Sprite instead, and was now feeling a little bit sick. It was pretty obvious that none of them would be awake for much longer: actually finding their way to the campsite (which had been all the more difficult because none of them really knew how to read a map, and the GPS on their phones was painfully slow) had worn them out, and that was before they’d even set the tents up. There were three two-man tents in their little corner of the site: one for (y/n) and Gerard, one for Frank and Mikey, and one for Ray and everyone’s bags.

This was a set up they were all happy with; they’d done it before and it had worked out just fine. Ray liked his own personal space, Frank secretly liked it when he woke up to find Mikey ‘accidentally’ spooning him, and as the only actual couple it was pretty obvious that (y/n) and Gerard needed their own space. Not that it saved the others from overhearing things. As they’d discovered quite early on in the relationship, neither of them were very good at being quiet when they needed to be.

The evening was getting cooler by the minute, and it showed. Ray had draped his sleeping bag around his shoulders and bunched his knees up to his chest, cupping the almost empty beer bottle close. “Think I’m gonna get some sleep when this is finished, guys. My legs are killing me.” 

With his head in Frank’s lap, eyes closed as the shorter man ran his fingers through his hair, Mikey looked like he was already asleep. “Mmm yeah, sounds good. Might read the comic I brought with me.” 

Frank rolled his eyes. “Well you’d better let me share it this time. Otherwise I’ll have to steal it once you’re done and then the light will be on for twice as long.” 

“Well I’m only gonna share it if you’re gonna read quietly and not keep making stupid comments the whole way through.” 

“See, I can’t promise that.” 

Keeping his hands warm under (y/n)’s hoodie, Gerard nuzzled into her neck. “You wanna go to bed too sweetie?” 

“Yeah, I’m pretty worn out.” She was sat between his legs, her back pressed to his chest as she traced little patterns on his thigh. “It’s been a long day.” 

On the opposite side of the fire, Frank smirked at the two of them. “Is that code for sneaking off for some alone time? ‘Cause you don’t need to bother, you guys are noisy enough that we’d know anyway.” 

(y/n) made a half-assed attempt to chuck a marshmallow at his forehead, snorting when it landed on Mikey’s face and made him blink in confusion. “No, you weirdo. I’m tired after spending the whole day listening to you whining about your feet hurting while we tried to find this place. I actually want some sleep.” 

“Yeah, like I believe that.” 

All groaning softly, stretching their tired limbs, the five of them picked themselves off the ground and kicked the dying fire out properly. Wanting to snuggle down in their tents as soon as possible, they said quick goodnights to each other and ducked inside the thin fabrics, each zipping themselves in for the night. 

As the little reading lamp in the boys tent switched on, Gerard peeled his jeans off and tugged on a pair of soft plaid pyjamas, not missing the way his girlfriend’s eyes lingered on his soft thighs. “I didn’t think walking would tire me out so much, you know? It’s crazy how exhausted I am.” 

“Well, you can blame your little brother’s terrible map reading skills for the amount of walking we ended up doing.” Having changed into her pyjamas earlier in the evening, all (y/n) had to do was snuggle up in the sleeping bag. “C’mere. It’s getting cold already and you’re so warm and cosy.” 

He grinned, tucking himself under the thick material and pulling her into his arms. “Aw, is my baby starting to freeze up? Well we can’t have that.” He settled with her head on his chest, littering kisses across her hair as his arms tightened around her back. He was content like that for a little while before shifting a little, lips trailing from her forehead to her cheeks, and finally to her lips. 

She smiled into the kisses as he moved to hover over her, breaking for just a fraction of a second to make sure that he was resting her head against the pillow rather than the uneven ground that could be felt through the tent’s thin floor. His knee instinctively moved to settle between her thighs as he stroked her waist, giggling a little as her hands wandered into his hair. 

They felt like a pair of naughty teenagers trying to make out at a sleepover without being caught by their friends, especially as his hands slipped beneath her t-shirt. His fingers were surprisingly cold in comparison with the rest of him and she couldn’t help but squeak, the noise lapsing into a sigh as they brushed across her nipples. 

From there, things got a little more heated; hands crept beneath waistbands and hips bucked in search of friction, each of them needing just a little bit more from the other person. But they had good reasons to be holding back. There were only a couple of metres between each tent, and the flimsy material would be basically useless at blocking out sounds. They might as well be getting it on out in the open, it made such little difference.

And as a familiarly needy moan escaped (y/n)’s lips as his knee pressed against her core, the idea came to Gerard like it was obvious. “Honey, you have to be quiet.” 

She squirmed a little. “I don’t think I can. Not if you keep doing that.”

“Then we’ll just have to move somewhere they can’t hear us.” 

A frown creased her forehead. “What are you suggesting?” 

“Well, we aren’t too far off the forest... we’d only have to head a little way past the treeline to get some more privacy.” 

And she realised what he was thinking. “No way.”

“Come on, it’s a great idea.”

“It’ll never work!” 

“Of course it will, you trust me don’t you? I’ll make it work. You can be as loud as you like out there.” 

Thinking it through, she nodded. “Fuck it, let’s do this.” 

Grinning, he sat up and passed her shoes over, shoving his own trainers onto his feet before unzipping the tent and tiptoeing out into the night. It was almost completely dark now, with the little electric lampposts casting a gentle glow across the entire campsite just enough for them to be able to avoid tripping over the other tents - that would certainly be a giveaway that they were up to no good. He tugged her to her feet, catching her against his chest as she stumbled before leading her towards the treeline. 

She hesitated a little as they reached the point half way between their little camp and the woods, folding her arms over her chest as the cool air pricked at her skin. “Hey, you’re not taking me out here because you want to murder me, are you? Because I have to warn you, it’s a terrible idea. You’d get caught before sunrise.” 

“Of course not.” He grinned, tilting her chin up so he could press a soft kiss to her lips. “There’s no way I’m ever getting rid of you.” He took a moment to assess her expression in the dim light, wanting to make sure she was still okay with the idea. “Still up for it? It’s fine if you’ve changed your mind, we can just go back to the tent and smother each other with pillows to keep the noise down.” 

Sliding her hand back into his again, she kissed the tip of his nose. “Nah, I’m still cool. Just... had a sudden thought about all the spiders and insects and shit that might be crawling around.” 

Sweet laughter bubbled from him as he led her on again, keeping her a little closer as they passed the treeline and entered the woods. “Well don’t worry, I promise I’ll protect you from any nasties that are hiding in the dark. That’s what I’m here for.” 

They didn’t go too far in: having to text the others to come and rescue them because they’d got lost trying to find somewhere private for a quick shag would be the embarrassment of the century, and the rest of the band would never let them live it down. They’d probably gone less than ten metres in before finding somewhere that looked ideal to stop; there was a particularly large tree that looked like it would be nice and stable to lean against, and a little ring of space around it that wasn’t crowded with much shrubbery. 

Nodding towards it, Gerard raised an eyebrow - not that she could really see him now they were under the shadowy leaf coverage. “What do you think?” 

“Perfect.” 

“Just like you then.” 

He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently towards it, making sure to protect the back of her head so she didn’t get hurt accidentally. As her back hit the tree, she tugged him closer, bringing her lips to his ear and whispering seductively. “If I get bitten by anything that isn’t you, I’m not kissing you for a month.”

He giggled, sucking another gorgeous purple bruise into the skin of her neck. “So we’ll make it quick then, yeah? Give those nasty bugs less of a chance to take a shot at what’s mine.” 

The way his arms caged her in against the slightly cold wood mixed with the soft possessiveness in his tone made her melt, and she brushed her nose against his. “Sounds like a plan to me.” The ground was mercifully clear of twigs around their feet, meaning they didn’t have to worry about accidentally snapping any. Although it was definitely cold out, the warmth they were both exuding was more than enough to stop it from being a problem - as was the thrill of the thought of fucking each other so openly. Any late night wanderer could pass by. 

“Good.” Gerard tugged her fleecy pyjama bottoms down, leaving them to bunch around her trainers as he pushed her underwear aside. He trailed a finger through her folds, capturing her gasp with a sweet kiss as he shoved his own pants down. At least out here, they didn’t have to worry quite so much about being overheard. She was deliciously warm against his cool fingers, her thighs twitching in anticipation every time he drifted away from her core. Hooking a leg up around his waist and giving himself a few quick strokes, he slid into her with a gentle whine. 

(y/n) dug her fingers into his shoulders, the soft rustle of the leaves in the breeze above barely hiding her moans. It was her absolute favourite thing, to be filled completely by him. No matter what the situation was: sneaking about in tiny store cupboards and tour bus bathrooms, in a specially booked hotel for their anniversary with rose petals and champagne, at home with their entire toy box to play with - wherever they ended up, the one constant was just how good it felt to be as together as it was possible for two people to be. And this moment, together under the stars and damp foliage, was something incredibly beautiful. 

Considering they’d decided it would be a quickie his thrusts were relatively slow, following a languid rhythm that he knew would still drive her insane. One hand rested against her lower back, pulling her hips even closer to his while the other cradled the back of her head. She alternated between letting loose the breathy moans that had been so hard to hold back in the tent and nipping softly at his neck, leaving little marks that would certainly match the ones on her own throat in the morning. 

Every roll of his hips hit just the right places inside her, and soon she was writhing against him, his name falling from her lips in barely discernable whines, the sounds echoing a little amongst the surrounding trees. All concerns about volume were forgotten now - with nobody there to hear them, they could be as loud as they wanted. And so they were. Her sounds pitched up as her orgasm hit, tightening around him as her head fell back against the tree with a soft thud. 

That sudden increase of friction made his hips stutter, and the little keening cry that fell from his lips as he came was almost enough to make her tip over the edge all over again. 

The mixture of his cum and hers trailed across her thighs as he pulled out, groaning softly against her shoulder. He tucked himself back into his pants before helping her pull hers back into place, both of them pulling slight faces at the sticky sensation on their skin. Still, it was a pretty hot reminder of what they’d just been doing - and the others would be none the wiser. 

The two of them crept carefully back to their group’s little set-up, very glad they could remember the route they had taken, giggling softly every time a twig broke under their shoes or one of them stumbled in the dark. The little electric lights hung up nearby illuminated things just enough for them to get back without causing too much chaos, shushing each other as they tried to get back into the tent. 

As they did the zip back up, tucked themselves back into their sleeping bag and cuddled up, they considered the whole operation a success. But as they settled, there was a slight rustling sound from the tent next to theirs. And then voices: first Frank’s, pitched up and breathy, then Mikey’s, in a scarily good impression of his older brother. 

“Oh Gerard, yeah, right there!” 

“(y/n), baby, yes!” 

The two of them were only able to keep the act up for those two sentences before cracking up, howling as they clung to each other’s shoulders in the dark. They each managed a couple of dramatic moans between bouts of laughter, tears rolling down their cheeks. 

(y/n) buried her face into Gerard’s chest, both of them blushing deeply as their friends continued to mock them as much as they could through the wheezing. Then, they heard Ray’s sleepy voice coming from the third tent. 

“Guys, knock it the fuck off. You two are worse than they are. Save it for the morning, okay? I just wanna sleep.” 

That made the couple laugh too, glad that he was on their side - for now, at least. They fully expected him to join in with the teasing the moment he was conscious enough to. Eventually when the others settled down, they finally managed to get to sleep, drifting off in the cool night air. 

It was something they could tick off the bucket list, to say the least. 

[faye-writes-stuff]

For @cant-see-sam ty bestie

Damn coffee machine

AU: coffee shop

Request: yes

Character: Tommy :]

Fic type: drabble-oneshot kinda thing

Tw: none? I think, other than swearing lol, oh and a minor burn

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Ah yes, your ideal morning, getting yelled at by a bunch of Karens. As you were making this lady’s Frappuccino, the coffee machine broke. Again. Your life was the worst.

“Damn it” You muttered under your breath, first a bunch of horrible Karens in a biking group called ‘Baking Bikers’, and now you have to deal with a broken coffee machine. And of course, your coworker/best friend is late. Again. Speaking of, where the hell is he?

“IM HERE, IM HERE, IM SORRY IM LATE. MY PC BROKE LAST NIGHT AND I WENT TO GET PARTS TO FIX IT THIS MORNING.’’ Ah, speak of the devil and they shall appear. “Tommy, how nice of you to join us.” You muttered, still trying to get the damn coffee machine working. “Yeah, yeah, I know I’m sorry dickhead.” The blonde boy replied back, almost instantly. “Just start making drinks, I’ll be at the register once I fix this thing.”

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After burning your hand twice, you managed to fix the dang thing. Luckily your manager Sam, was able to take over the register while you used the first aid box for your burns. “Ah- fuck that hurts” you muttered, bandaging it after putting some ointment on it. “What hurts?” A loud booming voice, coming from your left said. You yelped at the loud noise, “AHH JESUS TOMMY. I didn’t hear you enter the break room???’’ “Well that’s just cause I’m stealthy, like a spy.” The taller boy replied, smirking. “Shut the hel up nerd.” You said, quickly jumping into your friendly banter.

“Damn. It’s been 20 minutes, Sam is gonna yell at us LMAO” The blonde boy quipped. “Did you just say ‘lmao’ out loud?” You asked. “Yes, do you have a problem with it short bitch?” You sighed, knowing you wouldn’t win this fight and walked out of the break room.

“Hey kiddos, how’s your hand y/n?”

“Oh, it’s fine Sam. Still hurts a bit but I’ll be ok.”

“Hmm, I think you should take the rest of the day off, you too Tommy”

“Hell yeah!”

“Are you sure? Hannah and Ant don’t get here for another half hour?”

“Oh, I’ll be fine. You two go have fun, and y/n make sure your careful with your hand”

“I will, thanks Sam!”

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You and Tommy rode the bus home, neither of you talking, just enjoying the silent hum of the bus. Tommy decided you should hang out at his house and watch a movie.

You two got off the bus and walked a block back to his house, once you got there his mum let you in. After saying hello to her, you and Tommy went up to his room to chill. “What movie should we watch?” He asked. “You know what I’m gonna say Tom” you chuckled, “ughhhh again? We’ve seen it 400000 times” Tommy whined. “Pleaaassseee?” You begged. “Fine, but only if we can watch all the movies.” He grumbled. “Yay! Sleepover it is!”

You two platonically cuddled while watching your favorite movies and eating popcorn. Around 11pm you started to doze off, and before you fell asleep, you heard Tommy mumble, “good night n/n”

Maybe life wasn’t as bad as you thought, maybe it would get better. But all you knew was that your Blonde best friend would be by your side the whole way.

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A/n: ok it was kinda crap at the end, but I was running out of motivation, and it’s the middle of the night when im writing this. I’m tired, so uh, Goodnight/morning/afternoon/evening to anyone who reads this.

A/n 2: idk if this is accurate lmao, I don’t have a job so uh yeah

[dr4kenlvr]

—little things the mha boys do

 a/n: so i’ve been catching up on mha lately, not proofread pls bare with me, not sure if i’ll continue writing for them like i regularly do for aot lol <3

midoriya: always looking out for you, and is constantly thinking of your safety. if you’re a UA student as well, he definitely draws little cute doodles of hearts and angel wings, etc on your sheet in his notebook. always hides them when you try to take a peek tho hehe. loves casual dates as well; walk in the park, stay at home and a movie, maybe some ice cream, you name it! offers to refill your water bottle when it empties, because “it’s important to stay hydrated!” as he would say. his mom loves you btw.

todoroki: shares his soba with you. even offers you some without you asking. he’s really attentive to the small things, so if your hair is all messed up he’ll gently pat it down back to what it’s supposed to look like. has a hairtie on him all the time and even uses it to move his bangs out of the way if you don’t need it. holds your hand during crisises because it comforts him to know that he still has a solid grip on you. and if he can’t hold you, he’ll keep glancing at you from the corner of his eye. caught on the habit of mindlessly playing with your fingers too.

bakugou: makes sure you get enough sleep by aggresively texting you with reminders. if you’ve fallen asleep too quickly he’ll tuck a blanket in carefully to not wake you. he knows how important self-care is. speaking of that, he’ll restock your skin care products when you run low on them and maybe even buy some for himself. hates the idea of kirishima and sero walking on him with a panda face mask but loves the idea of you and him spending quality time together. if you’d like, he’ll paint your nails for you too and he does an amazing job at it— being patient despite his heated attitude and always remembering to add a base coat first. he wants it to look perfect.

kirishima: oh kiri my man always hyping you tf up that it gets a little overwhelming but he’s just so supportive of you, he can’t stop. offers piggy back rides whenever, wherever. also carries your favourite snacks in his backpack for you. makes sure you get your full and are taking care of yourself! sends goodnight and good morning text every, single, day. likes it when you help him re-dye his hair because it’s theraputic for him. 

kaminari: i definitely see him making different sorts of playlists for you. and he’s consistenly updating them too, adding new songs every other day or so. he also tends to send you instagram posts at ungodly hours with a message like “reminded me of you babe” or “lmfao you”, followed by 18 fucking android emojis. so into pillow fights and he’s so mf loud that even kirishima is like ‘stfu guys please it’s the middle of the night’ LMAO. definitely has stumbled and fell while running towards you once or twice.

sero: hello king, he treats you like royalty bye. always tending to your needs, super supportive of you and your dreams. sero likes to pull you onto his lap and sometimes uses his tape to drag you in by force (endless apologies if he somehow hurts you). if he notices you’re getting sleepy-eyed he’ll coax you to lay your head down on his lap, lovingly rubbing your head with affectionate rubs and soft coos. he really does view you as a lucky charm, he feels like he can get through any hardship if you’re by his side.

iida: suggests and loves study dates! because “as a student studying in UA, it is essential that we keep up with our academic grades in good shape, even if we are spending out leisure time with our significant others!” hm, trying shutting him up nicely with a kiss. but not in front of everyone or he’ll get so red and definitely scold you (but gently). he has no issue helping you out with homework, and is perfectly fine with you being confused— iida best class rep <3 if you wear glasses, he’ll offer to get you like 6 matching pairs in case you lose or break one. it’s overwhelming how much money he has sometimes, he’s always spoiling you.

[rouge-variant]

Hello! First, I really love your works so much and I would like to do a request. How about the fact that y/n and Levi are dating about 5 years and y/n is Sasha's older sister. How will Levi react to Sasha's death and how console y/n immediately after that and some time after? I'm so sorry for mistakes, English is not my language

Stop fooling me, your English is perfectly fine! And you are so sweet! I'm glad you enjoy my writing!!! This one I cried writing because Sasha is my little bean. It'll be angsty. However, despite how sad this'll be, thanks for the request and I hope you enjoy!

Levi Ackerman x Y/n:

Sisters

Spoiler Warning for Season 4

Trigger Warning: Death of an angel, Y/n is hurting physically, mentally and emotionally. Please keep this in mind while you read.

The airship fell silent as the the last breath left the body of a beloved soldier. Despite there being no noise, everything was too loud. You're heartbeat in your ears, every breath you took, the heavy swallowing trying to move the lump in your throat. How did you even get here? She was fine eight minutes ago. Everything was fine. Things were ok for once and now, they've fallen apart. What were you going to tell your parents? How were you going to tell them that you failed to protect your baby sister? How were you going to tell them that the killer was twelve? It hurt, it hurt so bad. You couldn't take it. Your systems shut down as your cradled your sister Sasha to your chest, feeling her body grow colder.

"You can't do this to me, wake up. Wake up! You have to! Sasha please don't do this!" You screamed. Everyone around you felt the pain in your cried of anguish. Your pain alerted Levi and Hange up front and they ran in to see you holding the limp body of your sister Sasha.

You both joined the Cadet Core at the same time. Despite the 5 year difference, you two were inseparable. You graduated, fought and grieved together. You join Levi sqaud with her and fell in love with your captain. To your relief, Sasha was ok with it and Levi grew to have a soft spot for her, especially since she was the only one who told him to shut up not once but twice.

All those happy memories flashed through his mind as he saw you breaking. Your uniform started to absorb the blood of your sister while you still begged her to open her eyes. With the help of Hange, they moved the rest of the soldiers and got the kids who were tangled up in this mess, away from you giving you space.

You don't remember anything else from the trip. You didn't move even after you had landed. Levi stayed near giving you a little bit more time with her before he had to come and get you.

"Y/n, let her rest. She's free now" Levi said softly while medic people came to take Sasha away. You refused to hand her over to thses strangers. They would never treat her the way she should be treated.

"Please. She wouldn't want you to drag yourself down like this" he pleaded feeling his heart shatter. He gently started to ease your grip on Sasha's uniform and move your grasp onto himself. Feeling his warm body, you let go of Sasha, giving her a final kiss on her forehead like you did each night before she went to sleep.

"Goodnight Sasha" you mumbled then let the medics take her away. Levi stayed with you when you made no move to leave. He moves quickly to grab your exhausted body before you had hit the floor. It took everything in you to let her go and you fell asleep in his arms as he carried you back to your shared quarters. He helped clean you and dress you before going to lie down with you.

Levi sat up while you slept, working through his own coping. He wasn't going to let you see how much he was hurting from losing 'Potato Girl'. He referred to her as that occasionally ever since you told him about what happened during the first day as cadets. Sure he didn't share the same bond you two did but he cared deeply for her. Now that she was gone, he worried about you. You were probably going to wake up tomorrow not remembering this right away. He didn't want you to have to go through that shock again. So until then, he sat by your side, playing with your hair and ensuring you rested as much as you could. You were going to need it going forward.

The next two weeks were crappy. You're wellness only decreased. You stopped look at people when they talked, you stopped smiling, hell you stopped eating. You sat by your sister's grave every day, never saying anything. Levi was never far from you. He gave you privacy but he was there when you feel asleep at Sasha's grave. He was there trying to give you gentle foods for your sensitive stomach so that you wouldn't pass out again. He's knows that you're grieving on a whole new level because you've never lost someone this close to you.

"Hey...why didn't you come tell me you couldn't sleep?" Levi asked seeing you sitting outside with a thin blanket over your shoulders.

"You were busy" you mumbled back. Your voice was rough but that was to be expected when you hardly drank anything. Levi comes and sits next to you, expecting you to shift away from him like you've done the last few times. But you didn't and he pulled you close. He missed the feeling of having you so close to him but he would be able to indulge in that later.

"How do you just keep going like this? You've lost so much more to me and yet you can hold it together. How do I do that?" You asked and Levi stiffed. No you don't want to be like him. You don't want to become an emotionless person like him.

"Its the same regardless of how many times you go through it. It's going to hurt. It's going to make life unbearable for a while but that's why you have me, you Jean, Connie, Armin, Mikasa and Hange" he sighs. You stay quiet and listen while he continues.

"You have other people, friends and family who help to hold you up while you're at your lowest. Hiding away trying to get through this on your own isn't going to work. I struggled until I met you. You've done that for me all the time. So please let me help you now sweetheart" he moved his hand to cup your face. Fresh tears streamed down your rosy cheeks and his thumbs were there to wipe them away.

"I miss her too. And I always will. But she lives through us now so it's our job to keep her memory alive right?" He mutters and you nod.

"Y-yeah..." you agree giving him a wobbly smile.

"That's my girl. Now let's go back inside, get you warmed up and resting" he pulled you to your feet. He guided you back inside and tucked you into bed. Sleep came easier now that you've opened up to Levi again. He was playing with your hair as you started drifting to sleep. Just before you completely drifted off, you felt his lips on your forehead and heard his voice in a whisper.

"I love you Y/n, we'll get through this together. I promise" Everything around you faded and you felt a warm familiar presence giving you a tight squeeze.

"I'm safe now big sister. You don't have to stress now. I'm ok. I'll be waiting for you but don't rush. Everyone else needs you for a while longer. I love you!" Sasha's voice rang in your head for the last time as she said her goodbye, knowing that you were taken care of with Levi.