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babygirlwritessmut · 2 months ago

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♡︎ part4. party

・❥・pairing: vi (arcane) x fem!reader

・❥・ summary: there is a party in your town, your classmates decided to fave some fun. on your tonight's drunk agenda is teasing Vi, but she is not happy about it

・❥・ genre: smut + grumpy x sunshine

・❥・ word count: 1.4k

✎ warnings: 18+, dom!vi, rough and angry Vi, strangling, swearing, teasing, alcohol

MINORS DNI!

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upon arriving at the club, you quickly found your classmates. they complimented your dress and treated you to a cocktail. rum and cola - not bad at all. they told you that this club hosts parties for newcomers every year, and to celebrate the first day of school, all freshmen get a 50% discount on cocktails.

"I guess tonight's going to be fun," - you thought to yourself. the evening was going great, your new friends were sharing secrets about the city and giving you tips on the best places to visit. you drank - a lot. later, your favorite song started playing: chase atlantic's "die for me." the whole club erupted in excitement, and your group decided to hit the dance floor.

as you entered the dance area, you realized that those five cocktails had done their job. everything around you became brighter, and for the first time in days, you let go and just started to have fun. you and the girls danced together, while the guys occasionally joined in, watching you with hungry eyes. moments like these made your confidence skyrocket. you loved the attention.

someone in your group kept handing out cocktails, and only now did you realize you had forgotten to eat. drinking on an empty stomach wasn’t the best idea. you told your friends you’d be right back and headed to the restroom to freshen up. the walk to the bathroom was difficult, you held onto the wall, laughing to yourself about how much fun you were having.

after splashing your face with cold water, you looked at yourself in the mirror. “yeah, I'm hot, Vi definitely noticed that,” - you said to yourself in a tipsy voice. “she has no idea what I'm capable of.”

smiling at your reflection, you came up with a little game. taking out your phone from your purse, you found Vi's number in your contacts. “you don’t want to talk to me, then you flirt? let's see how you handle this.”

a second later, the call went through, and on the other end, you heard Vi's sleepy voice, “cupcake?”

“what’s up with that nickname anyway? if I had bought cookies instead that day, would I be 'cookie'?” - you laughed at your own joke, as if it were the funniest thing you'd ever said.

“are you okay? I can barely hear you,” Vi replied in her usual cold tone.

“I'm calling to let you know that your flirting doesn't work on me. in fact, I'm at a club right now,” - you said, then lowered your voice to a sultry whisper, “I’m planning to take off my panties and dance till dawn. have a good night, Vi.”

smiling to yourself, you ended the call. you felt proud. “that's how it’s done.”

you returned to the dance floor with your friends, and they immediately handed you another drink. you started dancing again, feeling someone's hands on your waist, pulling you closer from behind. you danced like that through a few tracks before your classmate turned you to face him, your hands resting on his shoulders while his hands gripped your waist and wandered over your body.

suddenly, you felt someone pull you away from your dance partner. your eyes went wide in surprise. “Vi?”

“we're going home, say goodbye to your friends,” - she said, pulling you toward the exit. you barely remembered the way back home, but Vi held onto your elbow firmly the whole time. she practically shoved you into the apartment when you got there.

“what do you think you're doing? I was having a good time. what right do you have to drag me away in the middle of the party?” - your head was spinning, and the apartment was dark, making you feel disoriented.

“go to bed, cupcake,” - Vi replied coldly.

“no way, I’m going back to my friends. I'm going to dance, and you can keep smoking your weed here in your loneliness. you can hug your punching bag while I have fun with real people.”

suddenly, you felt yourself being pinned against the wall. Vi's body pressed against yours, her grip on your waist so tight that a pained moan escaped your lips.

“you want to act like a little slut? go ahead. just don't call me in the middle of the night and tell me how you plan to rub up against your classmates on the dance floor without panties," - she said through gritted teeth, her heavy breath almost touching your lips.

you licked your dry lips. "I totally forgot about that call."

“Vi, I...”

“like the attention, huh? maybe I’ll give you the attention you’re so desperate for,” - she said, gripping your neck, making you let out a moan. “think you can tease me? I don't think so.”

your lips were so close that you could almost feel them brushing against each other.

“and what are you going to do? punish me?” you challenged Vi, maybe not your best idea, but the alcohol had hit you hard, and you were ready for anything.

“don't provoke me, cupcake. you have no idea what I want to do to you right now,” - Vi said, her grip on your waist tightening as she seemed to enjoy the little moans that escaped you with each touch.

“make me,” - you said sharply, locking eyes with Vi, whose gaze darkened at your words.

a moment later, Vi's strong hand shoved you into your room. she closed the door behind her and, with one swift move, threw you onto the bed. for a brief moment, she studied your body, barely covered by that piece of fabric you called a dress. she was above you in an instant, pressing her body against yours on the bed.

her hand grabbed your neck again, the grip was strong, but it aroused you so much that you moaned against her lips.

“just look at that - little slut likes it when I use force. do you think you can fool me with that A+ student look?” she whispered into your ear, grabbing your thigh in a way that made your legs spread open instantly. Vi pressed her own heated body against your most sensitive spot. “think I didn't hear you fucking yourself earlier today with your fingers? dirty little girl, you like having fingers inside you, don’t you?”

her words made you burn even more. she had heard you in your room earlier. between your thighs, everything was so wet that you doubted those panties could ever be worn again. her hands touched you in a way that nearly made you see stars. all you could do was moan in response.

“you were thinking about me, weren't you, cupcake? imagining it was my fingers inside you? I see the way you look at my hands, picturing them on you and inside you.”

“Vi...” you moaned her name. the way you did it under her body was like honey to her ears. your hips instinctively moved up, leaving a wet spot on her sweatpants. your body burned with desire, craving her so badly. you wanted it rough, almost disrespectful, wanted her to do whatever she pleased, to take you however she wanted, to strangle you...

“desperate for my touch on your pussy?” Vi's voice was almost a growl.

“Yes, I...”

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sharp feeling of emptiness as Vi pulled away from you and stood by the bed, staring at your spread legs, slightly bent at the knees, your soaked panties, and your half-closed eyes, revealing your intense desire for her. in the glow of the streetlights outside your window, you looked especially beautiful and so temptingly vulnerable. there was so much she wanted to do to you - tenderly, roughly, to make you moan and scream her name, to make sure you couldn't walk the next day. to taste you and make you come so hard that your vision blurred.

“goodnight, cupcake,” - Vi said and walked out of your room.

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homeofthelonelywriter · 4 months ago

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Fucking the Captain‘s Daughter | Part 2

(A/N) There you go! I hope you like it. (Although I'm really not happy with the smut, I'm sorry.)

Also, what the fuck is Tumblr Premium?

Pairing: Simon x Price!Reader

Warning: smut, p in v, fingering, dirty talk

Synopsis: We continue the chaos that is Simon fucking Price's daughter.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into. Or rather, what your dad had gotten you into. When he had asked if you wanted to drop by your Granny’s later, you had assumed that it would be just the two of you, but before you knew it, you found yourself in a car with the entire 141. Your Dad was in the driver’s seat, Soap in the passenger since he had insisted on being the DJ. Meanwhile, Gaz, Ghost, and you had to squeeze yourself into the back row, with Ghost insisting on sitting in the middle. And you knew exactly why.

While your father was blissfully unaware and focusing on the road, Ghost’s hand quickly found its way into your pants, only covered by the backpack you held on your lap. You had no idea how he did it without attracting any attention and in the moment, you didn’t really care either, as this thumb was stroking fast, tight circles over your clit.

It took all the willpower inside you, not to contort in pleasure and moan his name, something you would have done if you were alone, if your father wasn’t driving. Instead, you pressed your body into the seat as your hips started to involuntarily thrust against Ghost’s hand. You glanced at him, your hand wrapping around his wrist in warning, but he just kept going, a cocky smirk under his mask. Oh, how you wished to wipe it off his face. But instead, he was busy wiping any sort of look off your face, that didn’t display the pleasure he was causing you.

And you were so close. Just when he pushed two fingers inside you, a blissful sigh escaped your lips and you immediately felt your father’s eyes on you.

“You okay, honey?”

You swallowed the thick lump in your throat before nodding.

“Y-Yeah, just remembered that I forgot to hand in the mock report.”

He chuckled, before his eyes returned to the road, a proud grin on his face.

“That report isn’t due for another week, and you’re already done?”

Now it was Simon’s turn to chuckle.

“’course she is, Cap. ‘s your daughter after all.”

You didn’t know how he could stay so cool. He had his hand stuffed down your panties and was about to make you orgasm and all of that in front of his boss. Your father! You glared at the Lieutenant, but he just winked at you, as he pressed his fingers against that one spot inside you, that made you see stars.

You felt the coil in your stomach snap as you choked on your own spit. As you began to cough, Simon quickly pulled his hand out of your pants and instead padded you on the back, a mock sympathetic look on his face. And again you felt your father’s eyes on you, but as you glanced up, you noticed that instead of looking like his usual cheerful self, he almost looked suspicious. Trying to look as non-suspicious as possible, you shook your head, gesturing wildly until you could finally speak.

“S-Swallowed a bug. ‘m sorry.”

Your dad didn’t seem convinced, but at least he said nothing as he passed his water bottle to you. With a thankful smile, you took it and drank half of it, before passing it back to the front. The moment his eyes returned to the street, you elbowed Simon in the side, but he didn’t even react, just reached back and pinched your ass with a smirk hidden underneath his mask. Before you could retaliate, your dad pulled into your Granny’s driveway and shut off the engine.

“Well? Let’s get some of that pie, shall we?”

The lot of you got out of the car and made your way to the front door, which your grandmother opened before you could even knock.

“Ah, my little darling.”

You grinned at the older lady and hugged her tightly, before gently pulling away.

“Hey, Granny.”

She smiled at you before she turned to your father and pulled him in for a hug as well. After that, she turned to the other men, a knowing grin on her face as she caught Simon staring at your ass.

“Oh, do come in, make yourselves at home.”

You all followed her into the house, everyone shedding their shoes at the door, before venturing in deeper. While your grandmother disappeared into the kitchen, undoubtedly to start some tea. Meanwhile, the guys sat down in the living room, man-spreading all over the couch. After a quick look in Simon’s direction, you made your way to the kitchen, joining your grandmother.

“He likes you.”

You glanced at her, as you cut the pie she had made into even pieces and plated them.

“Who?”

She grinned, placing six cups on a tray and placing a tea bag in each. The tray already had milk, sugar and honey on it.

“The masked one. He was staring at your butt the whole time.”

You chuckled as your eyes flickered toward the living room. Simon really had no shame. When you glanced back at your grandmother, her eyes lit up with mischief, and a grin spread across her lips.

“You already fucked him, didn’t you?”

“Granny!”

Your eyes widened at her words and you felt your face heat up. She has always been blunt, but that was new. She started to cackle, as she carefully poured hot water into the cups.

“What? It is quite obvious.”

With a sigh, you rolled your eyes and grabbed the tray, giving your grandmother one more playful glare, before you carried it into the living room and placed it on the table. Your grandmother followed closely behind you, with the pie and small plates, putting them down beside the tray.

“Help yourself, please.”

The guys all thanked her, before grabbing a plate with pie and a cup. Before you could sit down in the only empty chair, your grandmother sank down on it, giving you a little smirk. Now the only open space was on the couch, right beside Simon. As soon as you sat down, you felt his thigh press against yours. If it was anyone else you would have jotted it up to typical man-spreading, but you knew it was intentional. And when you glanced at your grandma, she had that mischievous grin on her face that kind of scared you.

It had been two hours since you arrived at your grandma’s house and you all agreed that it was time to leave. While you were saying goodbye, your dad made his way to the car and jumped in, trying to start it, but…it didn’t. He tried again, as all of you glanced at him, but after a few more tries, he gave up.

“Damn thing won’t start.”

With a sigh, he walked back up to the house, scratching his head as he was considering what to do. But your grandma was quick to offer a solution. Took quick.

“Well, nothing you can do. At least not today. You can stay here tonight, the house is big enough for all of you, and I have enough dinner to feed an army.”

You glanced at her and the look on her face told you everything you needed to know. She did something to the car.

Your dad tried to argue that he could just call the base and ask them to pick you up, but after a bit of arguing, your grandmother convinced him that it was nonsense and that he shouldn’t bother anyone this late. So everyone walked back into the house, once again taking off their shoes.

After dinner and a bit of playing UNO, your father went upstairs and collected some of his clothes to give to the guys, so that they could sleep in something more comfortable. While you and your dad would sleep in your own rooms, Soap and Gaz had to share the guest room and Simon had to sleep on the couch.

Once everyone was comfortable, you all bid each other goodnight, before retreating to your individual resting places. But when you walked up the stairs, you felt a pair of eyes on you and you knew that you would not sleep that night. At least not a lot.

As soon as you slumped into bed, you started to toss and turn, but you found no rest. You expected a knock on your door any second, but nothing happened. And the longer you laid there, waiting, the more frustrated you became. So you took matters into your own hands.

Once you were sure you heard your father’s snores through the wall, you quietly made your way back down, leaving your pants upstairs on purpose. Not wanting to appear as desperate as you felt, instead of walking straight to the living room, you instead walked to the kitchen, acting as if you were just getting something to drink. As soon as you opened the fridge, you felt a pair of rough hands grab your hips and pull you back.

“You little minx.”

His lips immediately found your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as they slowly traveled up to your chin. A quiet moan escaped your lips as Simon started to rut his hips against your ass, his cock painfully hard against your flesh.

You quickly shut the fridge and turned in his hold, attaching your lips to his, as he hoisted you up, setting you down on the counter. A quiet hiss found its way past your lips as your warm flesh made contact with the cold stone. Simon took the opportunity to push his tongue past your lips and into your mouth, stroking it against yours while his hips kept rutting against you.

“Fuck…you’re driving me completely insane, princess.”

Another moan left your lips as his fingers dug into the flesh on your hips, definitely leaving marks. But you didn’t care. You wanted him to mark you, mark you as his. And he would.

As if you weighed nothing, he picked you up and carried you into the living room, throwing you down onto the couch, before covering your body with his as he connected his lips with yours. His hands returned to your hips and slowly started to travel up, pushing the oversized shirt until he could pull it over your head. As soon as he threw it to the floor, his fingers found the waistband of your panties, ripping them off you and throwing them to the floor as well.

“Si…”

You moaned his name, as your fingers pulled at the waistband of the sweatpants he was wearing until you managed to push them down and free his cock. Immediately, you wrapped your fingers around it, giving it a few lazy pumps as Simon threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut as waves of pleasure ran through him.

“Shit…”

His arms wrapped around the underside of your thighs, pressing them up until your knees almost touched the fabric beside your head, and then, with one thrust, he sheathed his entire cock in you and started fucking into you like a dog in heat. You immediately slapped your hand over your mouth, stifling the string of moans leaving your lips as his tip hit your cervix with every thrust. The angle caused his cock to rub against that spot inside you, making you see stars as he kept his pace, leaning his entire weight onto you.

Prophanities flew out of his mouth, as he ledged his lips onto your neck, sucking and biting one bruise after another onto your skin. Your fingers found their way into his hair, scraping against his scalp and pulling on the short strands.

“Si…Simon, I’m gonna…I’m…I…”

“Shh, it’s okay love. Cum for me.”

The coil in your stomach snapped as you leaned up and bit into Simon’s shoulder, effectively quieting your moans. A deep groan left his lips, his pace stuttering for a second, before he sped up again. You were still a panting mess when Simon pulled out of you, making you wince at the sudden emptiness. But he quickly flipped you onto your stomach before pushing into you again. If your face hadn’t been forced into his pillow, you would have surely woken the entire house with the moan you let out.

You heard him chuckle above you, as he fucked you into the couch, his hands beside your head, holding his weight off you Grunts escaped his lips as his hips hammered against your ass, pushing your entire body forward again and again.

Quickly, the coil in your stomach tightened again and it felt like it was about to snap, when you grabbed onto one of Simon’s wrists. He immediately knew what you wanted to say.

“Me too, lovie. Me too. Gonna come inside you, fill you up so good.”

His words pushed you over the edge, your pussy clenching down around his cock as you came with a muffled scream, feeling his lips press against your shoulder. A second after, Simon’s hips stilled, pushing his cock into you, as deeply as possible. You felt his cum fill you as you milked him dry.

You had just started to catch your breath when Simon slowly pulled out. With a sigh, you turned your head to watch him, as he pulled the sweatpants back up and tugged himself away, before glancing down at you with a soft smile. He crouched down and reached out, gently stroking your cheek and cocking his head to the side as he observed your fucked out face.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

Simon grabbed the shirt you had been wearing and threw it over his shoulder, before picking you up bridal style and carrying you up to your room. Once inside, he laid you down on your bed and pulled the shirt over your head. With your help, he found your panty drawer and you didn’t miss that he grabbed an extra one that he stuffed into his sweats.

Once you were fully clothed again, he pulled the blanket over you and was about to leave, when you grabbed his sweats.

“Stay? For a bit?”

He hesitated, but after a second, he gave in, telling you to scooch over, so he could also get in. As soon as he laid down, he pulled you into his arms, so you could rest your head on his chest. And you fell asleep like that.

Next morning

“What the fuck?"

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cutielando · 1 year ago

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baby headcannons | j.m.

synopsis: in which you and JJ are teen parents

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it was unplanned, of course. neither of you were ready for a baby

you were very sexually active and forgot to use protection on one too many occasions

when you told your mother, she was surprisingly supportive of you, having been a teen mother herself

JJ's father didn't take it very well, as expected

JJ told you he wanted to go and talk to his father alone because he didn't want to risk Luke hurting you in a fit of rage

when he finally came back, he had some cuts on his face and a bruise forming on his jaw, but he didn't seem as scarred as usual

JJ moved into your house with you, wanting to be there every step of the way

your mother helped you through every crisis you had, she always gave you tips and shared experiences with you to put you at ease

the Pogues were over the moon at the idea of a baby coming into this world

John B was skeptical at first because he knew of JJ's weed and beer habits, but he soon got over them when he saw how much JJ had changed since you found out you were pregnant

Kie was probably the most excited out of everyone at the idea of being an aunt. She was always talking about how many clothes she would buy the baby and how spoiled it was going to be

Pope didn't know how to feel, he was just kind of...there. He was happy for you, obviously, but that was about it

about six months into the pregnancy, you noticed a big change in JJ's attitude. He stopped smoking weed, he drank beer on very few occasions, he went with you to every doctor's appointment, he worked day in and day out to make sure he would be able to provide for your little growing family

he was also the most supportive father-to-be ever. He massaged your back and feet when he saw how uncomfortable you were, he always went out to get you food when a pregnancy craving would wake you up no matter the hour, he set up the nursery without a single complaint, he was taking his role very seriously

of course, there were some people who judged you for being pregnant when you were only 18, especially Kooks, but JJ took care of them every time

when it came down to labor, he was probably more stressed than you were

your water broke in the middle of the night, taking both of you by surprise

he took care of your hospital bag while you went and woke up your mom

the drive to the hospital was fairly quick, but to JJ it felt like an eternity

you were in labor for about 4 hours before you were told you could start pushing, which sent JJ into a fit. He had been told it would be at least 10 hours before you had to push, why was everything moving so quickly?

when it was time to push, he was right there with you. He gave you his hand to hold, not complaining the tiniest bit about you crushing his bones and stopping his blood circulation

he knew how much pain you were in birthing his child, which is why he didn't dare say anything

after 30 minutes, your beautiful baby daughter was born

you felt so much relief when she was finally out, throwing your head on the hospital bed while breathing heavily

hearing her cry was probably the best thing you had ever heard, knowing your daughter was here and healthy

JJ leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering praising words into your ear

"I can't believe how strong you are. You did so good, baby, I'm so proud of you. I love you so fucking much"

when the nurses cleaned her and wrapped her up in her pink blanket, they passed her over to you for her first feeding

JJ was in awe as he watched you feed your daughter, so naturally that it seemed like you had been doing it for years

the baby opened her eyes and outstretched her little hand towards JJ while eating from the bottle you were holding

JJ reached over and put his pointer into the little girl's hand, who immediately grasped it and held it in a tight grip

she had JJ's blue eyes and blonde hair while she had your nose and mouth

she was the cutest thing in the world in your eyes

neither of you have ever felt a love like this for a human so tiny. she was the center of your universe, the product of your love

despite every prejudice people had of you, you were going to rock the parenting thing

as long as you had each other, you were going to be okay

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girl-that-writes · 1 year ago

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You woke up late today but it's 10 minutes earlier than yesterday? I'm proud of you.

You didn't get out of bed yesterday but you did today? I'm proud of you.

You didn't drink water yesterday but you drank half a glass today? I'm proud of you.

You didn't wash your face yesterday but you did today? I'm proud of you.

You didn't brush your teeth yesterday but you did today? I'm proud of you.

You ate, even if just a little more than you did yesterday? I'm proud of you.

You studied a line more than you did yesterday? I'm proud of you.

You took a small step, put yourself one inch forward? I'm proud of you.

You didn't do any of those things, but just got up, didn't end it all, and just existed, despite things getting harder and the monsters in your head getting louder?

I'm proud of you.

#healing #recovery #self growth #self improvement #self worth #self healing #mental wellbeing #mental health #mental wellness #self care

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suugarbabe · 1 year ago

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headcanons for preferably Enzo Theo and Matty, but you can do whoever you want, about comforting reader after she went through a panic attack because of X situation, and she is still pretty shaken/kind of out of it? you know that moment you just want to bundle up and cry? yeah that, could really use some comfort🥹 tysm in advance🫶🏻

So i'm only gonna do the three that you asked for, if anyone wants to know my opinions on the other two just let me know.

Enzo:

Enzo is the doter, like, he gets you anything and everything he things you may need

you don't feel like eating? doesn't matter, Enzo has all your favorites lined up for when you're finally hungry

you haven't left your dorm? that's okay, you don't need to. Enzo's brought all your work from each class and already has copies of notes for you to look over when you're ready

haven't drank anything all day? not a problem, Enzo has water, your favorite drink and a hydration potion (that he definitely convinces you to take sooner rather than later)

you just want to lay there and do nothing? easy peasy, once Enzo has all your essentials ready for you, he's right next to you in bed

and Enzo is so tall and broad and lanky that he basically envelopes you like a weighted blanket

heat coming off his body as soon as you're wrapped around him and you can't help but drift off to sleep as soon as you're wrapped up in him

and once you wake up Enzo's giving kisses all over your face, telling you how proud he is that you got through it and encouraging you to eat and drink something (and you finally do) and he stays with you all night until you're ready to face the world again

Mattheo:

Mattheo makes it his soul mission to make sure that he's always there for you whenever you have a panic attack and everything that happens after

whether that's because he grew up with neither of his parents really comforting him and he doesn't want you to ever feel the way he did

or that he just loves you so much that he never wants you to go through something so rough and emotionally breaking alone (probably both)

but he's with you throughout the entire night/day/hours that you're going through it

he always starts with the same thing, grabbing hold of your face and giving you a long breath taking kiss

he does this because he read a muggle book that stated holding your breath was a way to reset your nervous system (or something like that) and he figured the best way for you to do that was to have your lips on his

then after he makes sure you drink a cold glass of water because (he also read) that panic attacks make someone feel really hot and sweaty so he figured cold water was a good distraction because of the change in temperature

afterwards he lets you cling to him like a koala, just wrapped around him and he holds you close to him so you can hear his heart beat, hear it slow and steady and comforting so that yours will soon take on the same rhythym

Theo:

growing up with his father Theo is no stranger to panic attacks

he's developed his own methods on how to maintain himself during and after one and does his best to share this knowledge with you

one of the things he does with you in holding your face while he repeats the mantra that always helps him stay grounded and calm

Respiri calmi

He makes you take a long slow breath in between each time saying it *deep breath in* *exhale out while saying the mantra*

When you're breathing has steadied enough he makes you eat a small snack

which is often just your favorite candy and a glass of water

then he leads you to your bed (or his whichever room you're in) and insists on laying in the same position each time

you on your back, comfortably on the pillow while he lays on top of you, head resting on your chest and his body weight on your torso

he makes you lay this way for two reasons

one: he is insistent that his weight on top of you will help ground you and calm you down

two: he likes to listen to your heart beat and makes sure it returns to a steady pace before allowing either of you to drift off to sleep

#nonny bo bonny #theo nott x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #enzo berkshire x reader #theo nott fluff #enzo berkshire fluff #mattheo riddle fluff

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rewh0re · 1 year ago

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— LOVE, TENDERLY ; ITOSHI RIN

-1.2k, hurt/comfort, fight with parents mentioned, reader wants to pursue a literary career, insecurities and second guessing about choices in life, crying reader and gentle rin

a/n- I saw a reel on insta where the bf was wiping his gf's mascara and it was so cute that I was fuelled to write this. I'm literally writing after 2 months so pls spare me. Also I love rin. REBLOGS + INTERACTIONS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!

you could always count on your lover to support your decisions. Rin was your biggest admirer, he was all you could ask for and more.

When the doorbell of his apartment rang approximately at around 10:41 in the night, Rin scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion.

He was not expecting anyone this late. He looked up at the door in suspicion when the doorbell rang again.

Taking his reading glasses off and putting his book down on the coffee table, he uttered a 'coming' before walking off to open the door.

His eyes widened in shock, concern and a little bit of fear at what he saw.

There you were, standing on the other side, arms wrapped around yourself as you sniffled. You were supposed to be at a family dinner. But you were standing in front of him, mascara and eyeliner running down your very glossy and very red eyes, staining your cheeks black.

The sight in front of him, made Rin's heart drop as a sense of unpleasantness and worry consumed him whole.

"Hi," you croaked out, wiping the fresh tear that streamed down your face which in turn smudged the black makeup residues.

"I'm sorry, I..I just didn't know where to go. I didn't want to be alone. Can I come in?" Your arms tightened around yourself as you looked at him hopefully.

Your words broke his chain of thoughts as he pulled you inside and locked his door.

He sat you down on the sofa and gave you some water which you gratefully drank. You didn't quite realise how scratchy and dry your throat had been until you drank the water.

"Thank you," you offered him a gentle smile.

"Wait here," with that he seemed to disappear somewhere only coming back with a packet of wet wipes.

He sat down and took your face in his hands, inspecting it thoroughly before taking out a wet wipe.

"Dinner went south? Mhm?" He asked, voice gentle like the cool breeze of an autumn's day. It soothed you a bit.

"Yea..." You replied in a murmur, feeling the damp wipe against your already tear dampened face.

Rin's hands worked skillfully as he gently wiped off the runny mascara from around your eyes and cheeks. There was a shared silence between you two that was comfortable, welcomed even.

"I want you to look up for me," he said and you obliged. "Want to tell me what happened?"

"Got into a fight with my mum. She said stuff about me trying to pursue a literary career," you felt your chest tighten as the earlier fight with your mum, who you thought would support your decisions, replayed in your brain.

Rin only hummed, urging you to continue as he slowly went to wipe the other side of your face.

"She said it's not a promising career, would not sustain my life and who knows if it could work out. She said it's better as a hobby, something that I do in my free time. She's so sure I'll fail Rin, I'm scared," your voice broke as a fresh stream of tears fell down your eyes. You bit your lip to suppress any sound from coming out.

"I was so sure that I wanted to do this and now...now I'm second guessing. I mean, what am I even doing with my life? What if she's correct and nothing works out?" You inhaled, exhaling shakily from your mouth. Your breaths were heavy and Rin was livid that someone could break you this badly.

He remembered all the days and nights you spent working on your unfinished debut novel draft, scraping, editing and doing it all over again till you believed it to be perfect. He was there through your writing blocks and how you felt helpless when it happened. He would read your work for you, smiling at you proudly because that's what he was. He was always so proud of you. He always provided you with comfort whenever you needed it. You need it now more than ever.

He kept the wipe down as he finished removing your makeup and wiped away your tears with his hands. He rested his hand on your cheek then. Calloused as they were due to years of football training, they blossomed in you a feeling of solace. A much needed one. You closed your eyes, leaning into his hands as you took it in.

"I think you are wonderful," he rubbed his thumb against your cheek in a comforting motion.

"I think you're wonderful and absolutely brilliant at what you do. Your writing is splendid y/n and never ever let anyone make you think or feel otherwise," you let out a breathy laugh at his words as you opened your eyes to look at him.

"Oh no no don't laugh. I'm dead serious right now," and he was. He was absolutely focussed on your face and he spoke from his heart, with all his heart.

"You have a way with words and you execute them brilliantly. As far as not knowing if it will work out goes, really, of how many things are we absolutely sure about? Life is unpredictable. What if it does work out? That's a fair possibility isn't it?" He tilted his head as he smiled at you, bringing a small smile to your own lips. You didn't even notice but your sniffling and your tears had stopped.

"I know that but it's just so aggravating you know? She just gave me this reality check. She said everything I sometimes feel so insecure about like I don't know, voicing out my worst fears or something," you sighed as you flopped back on the sofa pillow sighing.

"Tell me about having a shitty family," he pushed back his fringes — which messily fell over his eyes again — as he fell beside you, putting his legs up on the coffee table.

"Tell me something Rin," you rested your head against his shoulder, snuggling against his muscular body, his arms engulfing your figure and bringing you closer.

"How do I know everything will be worth it?"

"You don't and that's the beauty of it," he looked down at your face, placing a kiss on your temple.

"You know I never knew if football would be right for me. I knew I was skilled but there were these thoughts in the crevices of my mind that would crawl up to the surface sometimes and I would worry. It took practice, a whole lot of shaping and belief."

"You have to believe in yourself. You have to believe in your dreams. Keep writing, no matter who says what, no matter what happens. You are skilled, you are smart and you have so much potential. Sometimes the thoughts will crawl up but you've got to push them down okay? And when you're the biggest author out there with bestseller books and millions of fans around the world, remember I was your first fan. Also, always your biggest one," He placed another kiss on your forehead as you were left in awe of the words he spoke. You could only grin at his softly smiling visage.

"What?" He whispered.

"I never knew you had a way with words," you took his face in your hands, looking up at him with adoration and love.

He mimicked the look on your face as he slowly wrapped his hand around your wrist, leaving a chaste kiss on your fingers.

"Eh. I try. Gotta watch out for my love now don't I?"

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Chung Myung x Fem! Reader: 100 Years and a Promise (SFW/Part 4/Finale)

Summary: You’re both used to your new life. A few years have passed and things are comfortable. This part has a sillier vibe than the last. It’s also the last SFW part I’m writing.

Contains: Fem! Reader, Alcohol mention (thanks Chung Myung), hangovers, Chung Myung being jealous, Jo Gul getting bullied because Chung Myung is jealous (sorry Jo Gul), a Chung Myung POV I’m not very proud of but it’s there

WC: 5,184

Chung Myung feels warm sunlight hit his eyelids as he begins to stir. His head is pounding thanks to last night’s activities, and the grogginess is not helping. A faint snoring hits his eardrums, but it takes him a moment to realize they were too soft to be his. He jolts up when he realizes that someone else is in his room.

He tries to look around, but not too fast to avoid vomiting. It feels like someone is holding his hand, so he looks down to investigate and finds you lying on the side of his bed. It looks as if you fell asleep while sitting on his bedroom floor, and he can’t imagine that sleeping like that is comfortable.

You feel someone nudging your cheek, and when you wake up there’s a creek in your neck and a slight headache. My headache can’t be as bad as Chung Myung’s considering how much he drank, you think, and look up to see him staring at you. “Oh, good morning,” you say softly. You're assuming he has a hangover, and you don't want to make it worse by speaking too loud.

“Morning,” he replies and immediately follows it with a yawn. You notice that one hand covers his mouth, but the other is preoccupied with holding yours. You must’ve fallen asleep while holding hands, how scandalous! Imagine if someone walked in on you two. Your peers wouldn't let you live that down for years.

“Chung Myung, can you let go of me, please?” you ask after a futile attempt to retrieve your hand. “Do I have to?” “Yes, because you need to burn off that alcohol and take a bath, stinky,” you say and get up from your uncomfortable spot. “I’ll go draw a bath for you while you get rid of your hangover, m’kay?” You tell him this so he’ll let go, and he does. You run off to heat up some water for the wooden tub, and Chung Myung is left alone with his own thoughts.

- Chung Myung’s POV

“I’ll go draw a bath for you while you get rid of your hangover, m’kay?” is what (y/n) said before she left the room. After taking care of my hangover, my mind is still plagued by her. No matter how hard I try I cannot stop thinking about her and the way she glows in the moonlight. I’m not entirely sure if that beautiful scene from last night was real or a dream, and if it was a dream, I’m upset that I woke up from it.

She looked divine, but did she always look like that? Even a hundred years ago? I'm a fool for not realizing this sooner. I also can’t help but wonder if she’s always been so soft and caring towards me. I suppose she was when I wasn’t causing trouble and trying to start fights. She’s always made sure I’ve eaten, patched me up, and has helped me achieve my goals.

Just thinking about her makes my chest feel warm, and I can’t figure out why I constantly feel the need to hold her. It’s as if she’s holding a magnet that’s constantly pulling me towards her… Is this what romantic love feels like?

Everytime I look back on my previous life, I’m certain there’s a familial love I feel towards people like Chung Mung, but this is different. This is a new uncharted territory, and it makes me feel anxious. It’s not a bad version of anxiety; it’s hard to explain. These feelings are complicated and I really wish it didn’t take me this long to notice them. Life would be easier if I knew what to do next, but I don’t even know if she feels the same.

Knock knock! “Chung Myung, I’m coming in!” I hear her yell. Think of the woman and she shall appear. She walks in and continues,” It’s hot and ready, so hurry before it gets cold.” “(y/n), can I ask you something?” I ask. After last night and realizing my feelings, something has been bothering me.

She mentioned something about starting a family back in the day, and that she already had someone in mind. Obviously that never happened, but the thought of her loving someone else upsets me. She loved this person, but I never heard anything else about him. I never even noticed anyone getting that close to her, so whoever it was, he wasn’t very public with his feelings. Could this mean he didn’t care about her? Did he even love her in the first place? I’m probably overthinking things, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask her about him.

I feel the mattress dip while she sits beside me, and the curious expression on her face makes my heart beat faster. Since when was her expressions so cute!? She’s pulling such an adorable face, and the fact that I can’t pull her towards me and mash my lips on hers is killing me!

My face is definitely beet red, and I know that she’s noticed because she asks,” Are you feverish again? I thought you were getting rid of your hangover? I’d rather talk to you when you have a clear mind-” “I did! It’s clear enough! Now, let me ask you something,” I say. I can’t help but anticipate her answer; I’ve waited over one-hundred years to find out who this man is. I’m going to be pissed if it turns out he was an asshole towards her.

- Reader’s POV

“Remember the promise you made to me?” he asks, and you shake your head. You’re lying of course; you didn’t expect him to remember such a thing! “I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve made a lot of those over the past hundred-and-something years, so you’re gonna have to clarify,” you reply while twirling your hair around, and it suddenly feels like eye contact is more intimidating than any war you’ve fought in.

“You promised me you’d tell me who you loved before the war ended. It’s ended, so now you have to tell me!” He clears the air and his face is filled with anticipation. “O-Oh! I don’t remember that-” “Bullshit! You made a pinky promise, too, so you HAVE to answer the question!”

Oh, I fucked up. You think, because you actually have to answer his question now. There’s no backing out of something as serious as a pinky promise. You try your best to create a lie but struggle to come up with anything. You decided that giving vague answers would be your best bet.

“He was tall, dark and handsome,” you reply with a falsely confident smirk plastered on your face. He raises an eyebrow,” Tall, dark and handsome?” “Mhm!” “That is painfully vague, (y/n). That description matches almost everyone in the sect,” he points out. His expression looks genuinely upset and he’s not playing around like all those years ago. He continues,” How long are you going to keep this from me? At this point, I’d assume he was never real in the first place. You’d never do something like that, though. Right?”

You look down at your palms and notice that they’re starting to sweat. You stare at the floor like it’s infinitely more interesting than your conversation, because you’re trying your best to avoid what’s about to happen. You really don’t want to look him in the eyes and tell him the truth. It'll be painfully awkward, but it looks like that might happen soon.

”Right, (y/n)?” He asks, and there’s an awkward silence that fills the air afterwards. “Dammit, (y/n), please tell me you didn’t lie about that…” “Okay, so here’s the thing. The part about wanting to settle down was genuine, but I couldn’t find a bachelor I liked. When I finally did, the crush was one-sided.”

”When you kept pestering me about who it was, I panicked and didn’t know what to say. Back then, I didn’t want to look lame in front of you, so I told you it was a secret!” You blurt out. You release a sigh to loosen up the tightness in your chest caused by all of this stress and continue,” I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention to lie and lead you on like that. Honestly, I thought you would have forgotten by now. That was over a hundred years ago, but you still remembered that little promise we made.”

“Of course I did. I didn’t know how to show it or realize how much I cared about you back then. When you died, I tried to cherish every memory you left behind,” he answers while rubbing the back of his neck. Talking about your death upsets him, and he’s trying his best to not show it. The mattress dips as you sit beside him. “Aw, Chung Myung, that’s so sweet. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve gotten soft since then,” you elbow him while you tease him in hopes that it lightens the mood.

Your teasing certainly gets a reaction out of him as he retorts,” No, I have not!” His arms cross while he continues,” Anyways, back to you. So you did all of that because you were awkward and couldn’t pull anyone. Instead of looking like a loser in front of your friend, you lied and kept that secret for over a hundred years.” “I mean, yeah, most of that is true. Except for the awkward part. I was hot and I could’ve pulled anyone I wanted!” “Except for the guy you had a crush on,” he points out.

You frown, because that guy was technically him and him pointing that out stings. You quickly recover from this, though. You’ve had this unrequited love for years, so hiding your true feelings is as easy as breathing. You chuckle and reply,” Yeah, except him.”

”Seeing how upset you are makes me regret everything. I should be more upfront with stuff like that, and I’m sorry for keeping that from you. It was wrong of me to do that,” your gaze looks serious while you apologize. You grab his hand while you continue,” I swear I’ll never do something like that again.” You notice his cheeks turn red, maybe from anger? Who knows. Chung Myung’s mind is hard to read and he’s unpredictable. That’s why you enjoy his company so much. He keeps you on your toes.

He lets out a long sigh,” You swear it?” “I swear it.” “Well then I’ll accept your apology, but make sure you stay true to your word. They hold no weight if you don’t practice what you preach,” he says, and you couldn’t agree more. After finally getting all of that out, you feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off of your shoulders.

“It’s settled, then,” you say as you get up and hold your hand out to him. “The bath water has probably gotten cold by now, but you still need to clean up.” “Yeah, yeah,” he says as he takes your hand and gets off of his bed. “You still stink like alcohol,” you comment. It’s not overbearing, but it’s not what an honorable disciple of Mount Hua should smell like.

”I do not!” “You do, stinky.”

After that morning, you noticed Chung Myung started acting differently. Anytime you’d hand him something his fingers would ghost over yours. When you walked side by side, he’d walk so close that your hands would brush together. Any bystander would think you two were about to start holding hands.

He’s also been weirdly aggressive towards some of the disciples. Well, he’s always been like that, but lately it’s increased ten fold towards disciples that are “suspiciously friendly” towards you. That’s what he said when you asked him about his attitude, and you just assumed he was being extra protective since you two were old friends.

You’ve overheard disciples gossiping about you two. They say that you guys act like a couple, and you’re secretly in a relationship. That last part is kind of dumb in your opinion. Dating is technically allowed so hiding it makes no sense, and even if it wasn’t, Chung Myung isn’t afraid to break the rules. He already drinks like someone who’s about to have their limbs amputated, so a petty rule like that is nothing to him.

While walking to the dining hall, you overhear a group of younger disciples actually talk about who’s dating who, and you think you heard them drop your name and Jo Gul's. You decide to ignore it and mind your business; there’s no need to ruin your day with something like that. You have something more important to concentrate on, anyway, and that’s dinner.

When you enter the dining hall, the fragrance coming from the rich meats and spices fills your senses. Your stomach starts to growl; the roasted meat on the table is the only thing you can think about right now. Never mind the gossiping disciples from earlier, food is ten times more important than the nonsense they spat!

You make your way over to your usual spot, and Jo Gul and Yunjong are already there. When you sit down, your mouth starts to water at the sight of beef glistening in a spicy sauce, roasted vegetables, fluffy white rice, and crispy chicken. Your stomach growls at the exquisitely appetizing scene in front of you, and you waste no time in grabbing a plate and filling it to the brim.

“(Y/N), don’t steal all of the food! Save some for the rest of us! I’m begging you!” Jo Gul playfully wines while giving you puppy eyes. You roll your own eyes at him,”Of course I’m not going to eat everything, Jo Gul… Or will I?” You snicker at him, and he’s acting overly dramatic as he makes a devastated face at your response.

”Just kidding!” You laugh at him. “Here, have a bite!” You say as you toss a chunk of meat at him. He flawlessly catches it in his mouth, and can’t help but smile while he chews it. The flavors are so divine it’d put a smile on anyone’s face.

You hear someone’s foot steps approach you from behind, but you pay them no attention as you grab another piece of meat between your fingers. “One more time! Say ‘Ahhhh’!” You tell Jo Gul while you aim. He starts to open his mouth, but closes his lips when he looks over your shoulder. He is visibly nervous when he makes eye contact with the person behind you.

Yunjong, whose lips were originally smiling during your guys’ exchange, have now turned down slightly. Your eyes follow theirs, and they land on Chung Myung. He looks intimidating while he towers over you. Well, intimidating to other disciples, but not to you. You’re used to his pissy face at this point. It has its own unique charm.

”Chung Myung, it’s about time you joined us!” You chime in, and he finally stops glaring daggers at poor Jo Gul. His attention snaps to you and his gaze softens. The expression he makes towards you is so tender, and it brings a sentimental warmth to your chest. It reminds you of how grateful you are that you two are here living with each other again.

”Here, sit beside me!” You say while patting on the chair beside you. He follows suit, but gives Jo Gul the side eye before filling up his plate. Did something happen between them? You think, but brush it off. There’s no need to pry into that right now. If you bring it up, Chung Myung might get pissed at him again and raise hell. Everyone’s happy because we’re surrounded by food; better not change that.

Except the mood did change unwillingly. Even as he ate, you could still see that there was something wrong with Chung Myung and Jo Gul looked terrified. There was an awkward silence that felt like it droned on forever until Jo Gul decided to do something about it. ”So, (Y/N), the weathers been good, right? Lots of… Sun…” the poor guy tried so hard to break the uncomfortable silence. He stopped the silence, but the atmosphere was still awkward.

��Jeez, that’s how you’re going to start this conversation? I don’t mean to judge, but… Nevermind, I’m judging,” You reply to him. You swear you saw Chung Myung smirk out of the corner of your eye. “What’s so funny, Chung Myung?” You turn and ask him. Something clearly happened between the two of them, and they're starting to make this evening unbearable.

”It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” he replies while digging into his food. It's your turn to give him a side eye, but you decide to ignore him and redirect your attention to your meal. After eating in peace for a couple of minutes, you see something fly out of the corner of your eye. You tried to mind your business, but the second time you snapped your head in the direction it landed.

Poor Jo Gul got smacked in the face with a smidge of sauce. You notice that there’s another glob heading towards him, so you catch it mid-air with a napkin. Your eyes follow the direction it came from, and notice that Chung Myung is looking really suspicious.

“Chung Myung, did you throw this?” You ask and stare him down. His eyes refuse to meet yours while he replies,”Me? No, that’s wasting food. I’d never!” He cracks a smile. “You’re a terrible liar,” you say, and a small piece of chicken hits him on the cheek. He glares at the culprit, and this time it’s Jo Gul that's on the attack.

“Are you stupid!?” Yunjong blurts out at Jo Gul. It looks like someone will have to plan his funeral later. Immediately after Yunjong’s outburst you watch Chung Myung throw a large piece of chicken at Jo Gul, and a food fight is definitely going to break out if you don’t stop this.

You decide not to, because this is the most entertaining thing you’ve seen all week. Thanks to Jo Gul’s terrible aim, someone that was sitting at the table behind us got involved. Everything escalates quickly, and there’s a food war breaking out in the lunch hall.

It’s chaos. They somehow even got Yunjong involved, which surprised you. He’s so quiet and seems like a goody two shoes, but here he is slinging handfuls of rice like it’s no one’s business. You feel something sticky hit the side of your head, and now there’s sauce stuck in your hair. Time to get involved!

You shoot out of your chair and fling your food at your attacker. It was Jo Gul, and it smacks him in the face. He’s covered in what was going to be your leftovers and you can’t help but laugh at the sour expression on his face.

Chung Myung takes this opportunity to grab an entire chicken, stuffs one of the legs in his mouth, and chucks it at Jo Gul’s head. The poor guy tries to hit it before it lands on his face, but fails. The force of this chicken actually knocks him off of his feet, and his butt smacks on the hardwood floor.

Chung Myung starts walking towards Jo Gul with a chair, and you grab him by the waist to make him stop. “Jeez, at least let him get up! And what’s with the chair? That’s too far!” You yell at him. “Mmmph!” Is all you hear while you grab at his arms. He looks annoyed at your sad attempts to stop him, but you eventually rip the chair out of his arms. If you weren’t there, Jo Gul definitely would’ve gained another head injury thanks to Chung Myung.

While you sit the chair down and scold Chung Myung, you hear a slam coming from the entrance and everyone halts. ”What’s going on!?” You hear one of the elders yell. You’re all fucked.

“Man, I’m beat!” You sighed while walking to your room. You tried your best to get you and your friends out of punishment, but it backfired. They made you mop AND wash the dishes. Chung Myung didn’t have to help you with the dishes, he didn’t even get punished, but he still helped you anyway. That was sweet of him. You think as you walk side-by-side.

You finally got to bathe after all of that, and you can’t wait to go to bed. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” He suddenly asks. “What do you mean?” “Our life right now,” he clarifies. “Yeah, you’re right. I mean, the last one was nice and I miss it sometimes, but this current one is good, too. We get to be young again and have fun. It’s especially fun since you’re here,” you reply while elbowing him.

He’s giving you another one of those tender smiles, and his eyes soften. You’re ridiculously pretty in this life, too. You think to yourself. “I think these new disciples have grown on me, too,” you add. “Maybe a bit too much,” you heard Chung Myung say that under his breath.

“Oh? Afraid I’ll replace you with one of them?” You ask and Chung Myung stops dead in his tracks. You stand in front of him as you tease,” Are you getting jealous, Chung Myung?” “Yes.”

You stare at him for a solid second. You did not expect him to say that. You’ve known him for well over a hundred years and couldn’t predict that he’d say something like that. “Wait, you’re actually jealous?” “Mhm.” “Of who exactly? Is there someone specific, or are you jealous of every person that interacts with me?” You ask him.

He grabs both of your hands and asks,”Do you like Jo Gul?” He looks anxious while he’s waiting for your reply. “I guess he’s nice,” you reply. “Why do you ask?” “I heard someone say you two were sneaking off in the middle of the night and planned on eloping,” he says while crossing his arms.

“Heh… Heheheh-“ you let go and break out in giggles, but you’re quickly interrupted by your friend. “Stop laughing!” He snaps, and you hold your stomach while you try your best to stop laughing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Hah, I just can’t believe you actually thought I was talking to him like that-“ “I didn’t say that I believed it!” His cheeks are starting to turn red from embarrassment.

”Good, because none of it’s true,” You say and start walking towards your bedroom again. He catches up to you, and you feel his hand brush against yours. Should I hold his hand or not? I mean, he did grab mine earlier… You think, and after going back and forth a couple of times you decide to take that risk.

You grab his hand, and he doesn’t pull away. A small smile cracks on your face, but you’re too nervous to look up at him. You don't know if you should let go or not when you both get near your bedroom door. The both of you finally stop, and when you try to pull away Chung Myung keeps holding on to you. It's like last night all over again.

“This is my stop-” “What if I liked you like that?” His eyes look dead serious, and judging by his tone you know he's not joking right now. “W-What?” You asked hesitantly. He takes a step closer to you and doubles down on what he was saying,” What if I liked- no, loved you enough to sneak off with you? What if I loved you enough to secretly elope with you during the night?”

”You’re not drunk right now, are you?” “No!” He replies with desperation in his tone. You nervously swallow your spit, because this isn’t real, right? This has to be a dream. Your crush, who you’ve loved and waited for for over one hundred years, is trying to confess to you. It sounds too good to be true!

Your heart feels like it’s going over a hundred beats per minute right, and you look down at your hands that are still interlocked together. You pull his hands closer to your chest and look back into his eyes. “Chung Myung, if this is a joke, it’s a really cruel one.” “It’s not, I’m asking a genuine question!” After his response, you inhale and exhale deeply in an attempt to calm your nerves. It doesn’t help much, and you can already feel your cheeks heating up.

”Don’t laugh at what I’m about to say,” you tell him, and pray that you won’t cringe at this moment in the near future. He looks slightly confused, but you continue before he can say anything. It’s now or never. “That would make me the happiest woman in the world,” you reply to his question and he holds your hands a little tighter.

His lips start turning upwards into the cheesy grin you've always loved. “Do you know how long I've waited for this, (y/n)?” “I don't know, since you started getting jealous of Jo Gul?” “I was not!” He groans at your response. “I've been waiting for over a hundred years, you know,” you tell him and his eyes widen.

“Over a hundred?” He asks with his mouth agape. “Mhm.” “... You were talking about me back then, weren't you?” He asks. He really hit the nail on the head, huh? It only took him over a century to realize that.

You wrap his hands around your waist, and he doesn't budge when you get closer to him. At this point you guys are so close that your chests are touching. You wrap your arms around his neck, and with a sudden burst of confidence, admit,” Well, you are tall, dark, and handsome, aren't you?”

His eyes widen slightly and his cheeks redden at your sudden boldness. His flusteredness makes it clear that he didn't expect this, and the current look on his face is adorable. It's the kind of face you'd want to grab and plant kisses all over. Maybe I should… you think while sitting in silence for a couple of seconds.

You haven't seen Chung Myung be this nervous in years. His tan lips suddenly part as he tries to break the silence,” Can I…” “Can you what? Use your words,” you tell him while keeping your eyes on his lips. His gaze follows yours, and what you want is obvious.

“Can I please kiss you?” He asked with bated breath. “Of course,” you reply and he hesitantly closes the space between you. When your lips finally met, it was sloppy. You're an elder who’s never kissed anyone, and judging by his movements Chung Myung is in the same boat. You two probably look pathetic right now, but oh well. You're literally living your dream right now, so you could care less.

When your lips part, he grabs your face and tries to go in again. This time it's more sporadic and heated, and your hands start to roam his chest. He acts like he's been starved for weeks and is finally digging into his favorite food. You try your best to match his hungry pace.

When you part a second time you’re both out of breath, and this love feels electrifying. His eyes are unfocused while you grab his face and start planting little pecks all over it. “I’ve- peck loved- peck you- peck for- peck so- peck fucking- peck long!” “Heheh, I can tell!” He says in between giggles.

All you feel right now is your love that’s accumulated over the years finally spilling out, and Chung Myung definitely isn’t complaining about it. You keep spoiling him, and he’s basking in all of the new attention he’s getting. If your love is water, he’s the sponge that’s soaking it up.

After a few more kisses, you pull away to get a good look at his face, and he’s smiling from ear-to-ear. Your face mirrors his, because after saying what was on your mind for ages, you feel like a weight has been lifted off of your chest. He continues holding you tightly, and for a moment all you do is lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. It reminds you that you two are alive and the nightmares from your past life are long gone. You’ve yearned for his love for over a century, and you finally got it.

The silence is comfortable, and after you've had your fill of bear hugs you look up at Chung Myung. “How long have you loved me?” You asked him. “That's hard to answer,” he replies while running his hands up and down your back. You rest your chin on his chest while eagerly waiting for him to continue.

“There might've been something before you died, but it intensified after you left. Then, I found you again, and for the past few years it got stronger. I didn't realize what those feelings were until recently… I've never had romantic feelings before, y'know?” “Yeah, and you were never really pursued, either-” “What's that supposed to mean!? I had people all over me during my prime!” “You're lying and you know it; most people were terrified of you and your attitude! You only tolerated me and a handful of other people,” you confidently call out his bull shit.

You sigh and continue,”Regardless, I am over the moon now that we've been upfront with each other.” “Yeah, me too,” he replies. You pull away, but not without grabbing a hold of Chung Myung's hand. You turn to open your door and make your way in while dragging him in.

“What are you doing?” He asks while following you, and you close the door behind him. “Going to bed. Are you joining me or not?” You ask as you let go of him and plop on your bed. Not even a second passed and he's already thrown himself onto the mattress.

“Desperate, are we?” you tease as you finally get to lay down after such a long day. He hushes you, but never denies it as he pulls you into his chest. It's softer than you expected, and you prefer this over your old pillow.

“I love you,” you remind him and give him one last peck on the cheek before going to sleep. “I love you, too,” he adds and falls asleep not even a minute after his head hits the pillow. He snores like an old man, and while it would annoy most people, it's endearing to you. It's what you listen to as you drift off into a blissful slumber.

That was the best sleep you’ve had since you both reincarnated. There were no nightmares about your past or tears, just comfort while being in your lover’s arms. It's like he's your nightmare repellant, and you hope you're the same for him. You'll have to sleep with each other again.

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romanestuffsposts · 11 months ago

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Hello!

I never really send in requests, but I was wondering if you could do something where the reader accidentally gets hurt or get overwhelmed, and they slip into a smaller space? And just need a lot of comfort from their daddies? (With a little bit more comfort from bucky?) They just get babied? It's okay if you're busy too! Have a good day!

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you for asking me such a cute request! I'm proud of you, this is your first request and it's wonderful!

I hope you like what I wrote for you sweetie ❤️

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : mention of drowning,

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : you have an accident but your Daddies are here to help you

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Today was a beautiful day. The sun wasn’t too hard and the breeze was just perfect to spend the afternoon outside.

But sadly, even if it was a beautiful day your Daddies still had to work in their office. They made sur to spend the entire morning with you like they promised yesterday but you knew after lunch they would leave to work.

You weren’t so sad because they spent two whole days with you and this morning so you were still pretty happy about it. Plus it’s Pepper who’s watching you this afternoon and she’s always so kind with you.

She drank tea with you and your dolls and watched you dressing them. She gave advise when you asked her, she was happy to help and you were happy that she was having a good time.

Now she was reading outside under a tree while you were running around in the garden. She read for you for a while but you grew tired of staying on the same position and needed to move so you got up.

You ran near the pool without noticing and after a few seconds, Pepper don’t hear your giggles and your footsteps anymore.

She quickly got up when she heard splashing sounds and start yelling when she sees you in the water, struggling to stay above the water.

Your Daddies, even if they were working kept the door and the windows open just incase. They heard the yelling and quickly got up, they ran outside and the first thing they see is you, struggling in the water.

Steve ran toward the pool following by Bucky and he jumps in the water without caring about his expensive clothes. He grabs you in his arms and make sure to quickly get out of the water.

‘’I’ve got you princess’’ he whispers ‘’you’re in Papa’s arms, I’m here’’ he kisses your temple.

Bucky is quick by your side and kisses the back of your head. Your Daddies carried you inside the house and turn on the little fire they have in the living room.

They know you need to stay in their arms but they need to change your clothes first. You’re freezing cold even with the weather outside and they can’t let you like that.

Pepper stay downstairs to prepare you a warm bottle and to make sure there’s nothing wrong with the fire while you’re upstairs.

‘’shhh, it’s okay baby. We’ve got you, you’re safe in the house’’

You let out a cry and when your Papa tries to sit you on the bed you cry louder and hold on to him for dear life.

‘´baby-

‘’no’’ you cry ‘’pease, don wanna leave Papa arms’’ you sob.

Bucky caresses your back up and down and leans closer to your ear ‘’I know you don’t wanna leave papa’s arms right now but we need to change you in new clothes. You’re so cold baby, we can’t let you like that. We’ll change you in your favorite pyjama and then you’ll be back in our arms’’

You sob and shake your head ‘’pease’’

‘’What if Daddy change you while you’re in my arms ? Does that sound good to you ?’’ Your Papa proposes.

You sniff a few times and then nod your head.

Bucky start by pulling your shirt off of you while Steve moves his arms and hold you in différents ways during the process so Bucky has easier access to change you. Once your top is on, he goes behind Steve who doesn’t move.

He removes your shoes and your wet socket and comes back in front of Steve to remove your pants. It was harder to remove than your shirt but after some minutes you’re in your comfortable and warm pyjama, still in Papa’s arms.

Bucky kisses your red little nose before heading downstairs.

Bucky takes a hold of your cold little toes while Steve carries you downstairs to try and warmth them up a bit.

He knows that if your toes, your fingers, your ears or your nose are cold, you won’t be able to warmth up.

You rest your cheek on your Papa’s shoulder and look into your Daddy’s eyes. He always keeps his eyes on you.

Pepper had prepared blankets on the floor near the fire so everything is ready for when you come back. She placed a bottle near the blankets with a little note that said that she was leaving to leave you together, she informed your Daddies that she was going to talk to fury and Tony about the work who wouldn’t be done because of the accident, she said to nod worrying, she was handling the situation with them.

Your Papa gently brings the bottle to your lips, his fingers are caressing your hair. Your Daddy reaches under the cover and grabs back your feet to rest them on his laps. He wraps his huge arms around your tiny feet and switch between gentle squeezes and strokes to warmth them up.

Your hands are under the blanket and you start to finally relax.

‘’You’re in our arms, beautiful. What happened today was an accident, you got scared and that’s totally normal but you’re here now, with us. You’ll always be safe with us, always’’

I wanted to make it longer and make an after with the traumatic event but I hadn’t posted in a long time and I didn’t wanted to make you wait any longer.

I was thinking about writing about the little one being scared to go in water, wether it’s the shower, bath or the pool (maybe even the rain ?) and she’s scared when her Daddies have to leave her to work (you know because she had the accident when they were working and they said that she was safe when they were with her but if they leave for work they’re not with her so she’s scared)

So yeah, I want to make a part 2 but I’ll do it if you want to! 💋

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redr0sewrites · 1 year ago

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Hi!!! Hope you’re having a wonderful day! I was wondering if you could write some head cannons for the hashira (separate) x a reader who has health issues that cause difficulty breathing and the need to use a nebulizer (it’s a machine with a mask that you wear in inhale medication in case you didn’t know), and how they react to some of the side affects of it (tiredness, fatigue, mild full body shaking, hyperactivity) this is very much me projecting due to me not seeing much rep of these types of conditions. totally understand if you don’t feel comfortable doing it, I understand that these types of things can be scary or triggering for some but I figured I might as well ask. Again I hope your having a lovely day and thank you for reading <3

OFC!!! lmk if theres anything i need to adjust or info thats inaccurate, i dont have person experience with this form of condition and i attempted to write it as accurately as i can but if i need to adjust ANYTHING please inform me!! :D

🥀CW: some angst (with comfort), nebulizer, mentions of sickness, mentions of medication and medicine, shaking, exhaustion, etc

🥀Characters: All the Hashiras (minus Muichiro cuz i dont write for him) x sick!reader

Rengoku

When you first explained your condition to him, he was a little confused

Asked a lot of questions about your nebulizer, the type of medication you took, and overall just wanted to learn about it!

Rengoku is always asking if your okay, he is very blunt about it because he worries ab you a lot, however he doesnt show it since he wouldnt want to upset you

will ABSOLUTELY help you with anything you need, say for example your feeling especially tired or shaky, he will not leave your side! your happiness is always his top priority<3

Throughout the day, he does consistent check-ins to make sure you've eaten, drank water, and taken your medication. if you havent, rengoku will remind you that you probably should and will help you if necessary!

when your feeling tired, he pulls you into the biggest bear hug and lets you rest in his arms-

"Have you taken your medication today baby?" Rengoku's voice was softer than usual, making sure not to surprise you as he walked up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss onto the top of your head as you nodded. "thats good! I'm so proud of you, you know that?"

Tengen

your absolutely getting the royalty treatment, your getting PAMPERED!

can and will pay for all of your medical expenses, whether it be medication, the cost of the nebulizer, and anything else you want- he is very insistent about it!

Tengen wants you to live your life to to the fullest and flashiest extent possible, regardless of your condition and does everything possible to make life fun for you!

He would be understanding of your limits tho, and I think he would really enjoy carrying you around simply because it lets him take care of you. he would never want you to overwork yourself or push yourself on his behalf, and will check in on you if your looking particularly tired!

he wants to marry you the first chance he gets!

You were cleaning off your nebulizer as your husband came up behind you. "Here, let me~" Tengen whispered in your ear, moving your hands away from the nebulizer to wash it instead. "Tengen, I can do it myself..." you muttered, and he grinned at you. "I know, but what kind of man would I be if I let someone as beautiful as you do all the hardwork, hm?" His words made your cheeks flush, and he placed the nebulizer down as he wrapped his arms around your waist, dipping you low and kissing you extravagantly. "I love you doll~"

Shinobu

She is sooo protective over you, but in the best way! Shinobu is always making sure that your staying healthy and taking your medication, and will check up on your breathing whenever necessary!

Shinobu shows her affection through actions rather than words, especially when it comes to you. She knows she can never fully relate to what your feeling, but does her best to show she cares

She definitely educated herself on your condition and read up on possible treatment and ways to ease symptoms. she would never do anything you weren't comfortable with, but is always offering new treatments that may help improve your life!

When your feeling like shit, she will practically force you to stay in bed and let her take care of u!

Shinobu hummed softly, gently taking the mask of your nebulizer off your face before leaning in to kiss you. "Dont overwork yourself.." she murmured softly, moving closer to wrap her arms around you and run her hands through your hair. "I love you so much, little butterfly.."

Obanai

When you first tell him about it, he honestly isnt that phased

He doesnt view you any differently than he did before, and he thinks your perfect with or without your condition.

Obanai is always keeping an eye on you, just to make sure you don't get hurt or overwork yourself. He'll softly ask you questions about how your feeling, and stares intently at you making sure your not in any form of pain, physically or mentally

he is great to talk to if your upset, and while he may not relate or understand, he will do his best to listen

whenever your tired, obanai will carry you on his back to where you want to go! if your shaky, he will hold things for you and he will ask if its okay for him to help you, he would never want to overstep or make you feel incapable

Kaburamaru likes you a lot as well, and enjoys resting with you when your tired and will watch over you when Obanai cant!

Your hands shook as you attempted to pour the water into the mug, frustration boiling in your gut at your inability to do this seemingly simple task. "Let me." Obanais smooth voice made you stop as he gently reached out, steadying your hands with his own. "Do you want help?" Obanai and Kaburamaru studied your face, and you nodded softly. In perfect synchronization, Obanai held the mug for you while you poured the water in and added the tea bag. Obanai admired you, hearts in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around your waist in a gentle hug.

Mitsuri

she is ENAMORED with you she finds your persistence and strength beautiful in every way!!

mitsuri def wanted to understand how you felt and what your condition was like, and would also ask a lot of questions

SHES SO CLINGYYYYY its honestly adorable bc shes always holding you or hugging you and asking you how you feel!

if your tired or worn out, she practically drags u into bed to cuddle you! shes soooo understanding of your strength and your limits and will praise you SO MUCH for your strength and tenacity

when it comes to a nebulizer, while she may be sort of confused she is very supportive and will remind you (if needed) to take your medication!

"HEYYYY Y/N!!!" Mitsuri called out to you, running into the room and throwing her arms around you as she pressed kisses all over your face. Your nose wrinkled automatically from the affection, and she giggled. You coughed and she tensed, pulling away with a concerned look on her face. "Are you okay??" Her wide eyes stared into yours, and you nodded. "I'm fine, just... tired." Mitsuri's face brightened, pink lips quirking into a small grin. "Thats okay!! Come on y/n, we can go cuddle together in bed!!!!"

Sanemi

Sanemi is surprisingly considerate about your condition, and will fiercely defend you if anyone even dared say anything about you or your condition

I think he would bluntly ask questions at first, honestly he would be a little tad bit ignorant but only when he first met you

he would originally think you were weak but once sanemi began to know about your condition and all the stress and pain you had to go through just to live, he honestly began to admire you

sanemi would train you, just so you knew how to defend yourself but also because he wants you to know he doesnt think your weak

when your tired, he will pull you onto his lap and run his fingers through your hair while holding you tight and close to him. he'll never mention it and will pout and pretend to complain, but in reality he loves you so much and hates seeing you in pain.

sanemi would be hella confused about your nebulizer at first ngl- he would ask a lot of questions about it and about any medication you took, and would make a mental note to remind you about it

overall does EVERYTHING he can to take care of you and is honestly so worried about you- he just loves you so much

"What the fuck are you doing???!!" Sanemi gasped out as you crawled into his lap, wrapping your arms and legs around him and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "I'm tired 'Nemi..." you mumbled, hands shaking slightly as you struggled to calm your breathing. Sanemi sighed, pretending to be exasperated but the speed of his flustered heart gave him away. He pulled away to press a kiss to your forehead before pulling you close again and wrapping himself around you. "Your lucky I love you..."

Gyomei

When you first tell him about your condition, he begins to cry a little

Gyomei finds it super endearing how tenacious and hardworking you are, doing your best to overcome your condition

hes an incredible listener, and whenever your feeling tired or upset hes always there to comfort you

when it comes to medicine and your nebulizer, he will want to learn how to help you in any way he can. definitely educates himself and i can see him asking you or shinobu any questions about conditions similar or the same as yours

while he can't physically see you, he knows how much your condition pains you and will pray for your comfort sometimes

gyomei is HUGE and really likes carrying you around when your tired!!! he'll gladly invite you into his arms whenever he senses your exhaustion, but is always very gentle with you in fear of hurting you because your so precious to him.

You took a steady breath with the help of your nebulizer, Gyomeis large hands gently rubbing your back as you inhaled your medication. "My sweet light..." he murmured softly, so softly you had to strain a bit to hear him. "I love you... i love you so much." You can't help but smile, and he smiles too, grateful he gets to bask in your warmth.

Giyuu

When you first explain it to him, don't expect a huge reaction

Giyuu pretends he doesn't care much, why should he?

Yet his heart seems to stop when you first explain your difficulty breathing and your need for a nebulizer

a wave of fear washes over him so much it's almost paralyzing, hes terrified of losing you

Giyuu would probably try to push you away but only at first, when he realized how upset it made you he began to open up to you more

hes always asking about your comfort, he lends you his clothes often to make sure your comfortable and will memorize when and how you take your medication

Giyuu learns all he can about your condition and your nebulizer, he wants you to know that you can rely on him

Giyuu is not great at expressing himself through words, however he cares about you very, very deeply.

You know he cares by the way his deep blue eyes study you whenever you cough, the way his hands steady you when you shake

He would gladly switch positions with you in a heartbeat if it meant you wouldn't have to feel the pain you struggle with

Every time you cough or wheeze he swears his heart skips a beat, and whenever your tired he always pulls you so close to him

Giyuu pulled you close to him, gently placing the nebulizer away so he didn't have to see it. Burying his head in your hair, embracing you as he tried to ignore the pain he felt at seeing you struggle to simply breath. He knew how exhausted you were, and he wanted nothing more than to take the pain away. "I love you so much, my dear... never leave me, please..."

this was honestly such an interesting ask to write, and i really enjoyed it! i apologize if any of them are OOC, i havent written for some of them before 😭😭😭 I HOPE YALL ENJOYED!!!!!! PLSSS SEND IN MORE REQS IM DYING FOR MORE DEMON SLAYER REQS!!!

(also take a guess who my bias is >:D)

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