#im gonna be sick the way he’s holding me and looks at me…. sniffles…

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chilly

pairing(s): mcu peter parker x sick!fem!reader

desc basically im obsessed with sick!fics. posted one a while back for another fandom 🤭 just peter worried.

a/n holy shit im so sorry i haven't been posting lately my loves. my house is currently being sold and i've been running ramped. i wrote this after i had time off work. hope you enjoy.

warnings language, fluff, grammar. (please message me if i missed any!)

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It was only October 7th and you we're already a stuffy snotty sticky mess from the sudden drop of temperature outside.

It was cold outside, but the light from your wooden bedroom windows sunbathed the room, brightening your pale complexion.

tissues were plastered all over your messy bed and your phone was constantly dinging with messages from your group chat. you didn't show up to work, or to school that day, and by the looks of your random naps and binge watches on Netflix, you had forgot to call anyone to let them know you couldn't make it, including your boyfriend peter.

you kept coughing which made your head pulsate more as you wrapped your blanket around you and curled into it, squirming and desperately trying to get comfortable.

he was always super protective of you. sometimes it was really annoying but it felt good to know he was always thinking of you. and thats probably an understatement.

you felt sick. that might've been a blunt word, but everytime you tried to swallow your own spit it hurt like hell and you felt your head beating in pain like a heart would pump blood.

you groan and pull your comforter back over your head before you flutter your eyes closed and try to get your mind off the pain in your throat. It burned everytime you breathed which made you hiss uncomfortably. You eventually get yourself to fall asleep (after way too many doses of NyQuil) with half of your body immersed in your pillow.

you rested softly for a few hours before you woke to the sound of peter climbing through your window. you're eyes could barely adjust to the light as your tried to look up to see who it was, but your body was too tired to try and shake yourself up.

he rolled on the floor after falling from your complicated window sill but quickly got up with a groan.

he puffs, dusting him self off as he looks around the room for his girl.

"love?" peter looked around curiously to find you laying in your bed.

he carefully knelt down and shook you slightly as you woke up again with a jump.

you cough. "jesus, peter. you scared the shit out of me." you shift your arms behind you to prop yourself up, as he tucks a piece of your hair that fell back behind your ear.

"sorry," he laughs. "i just got really worried. I came as soon as I could. are you alright? why weren't you at school? or work- MJ said you didn't come."

his smile turns into a concerned perplexed look.

"uh", you sit up and rub your eye, coughing.

he noticed you sweating, and your puffy red eyes and a nose rubbed red.

"are you feeling okay?" his eyes and face look soft for you as his lip pouted a little.

he comes closer to you, kneeling down as he rests his hand on your forehead gently. you press your lips together and sniffle.

"pete, im fine."

"but- you're burning up!" he adds, as you look away from him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? i could've taken school off or-"

"peter." you look up.

"no." you croak, "i would never let you do that."

He puffs his cheeks and breathes out as he sits with you in your bed. You look in your boyfriends eyes as he turns his head to examine you.

"you don't look well, sweets." he frowns as he kisses the top of your forehead.

"i know", you say as you sniffle and your face starts to tickle a little.

he hands you a tissue as you sneeze in your sleeves. "bless you." he rests his tongue to the side of his mouth.

spidey senses.

"you okay?" he looks at you.

"mhm", you purse your lips.

you blow your nose as he looks at your face again.

"you gonna let me take care of you?" he holds his breath in worry.

you shake your head. "no."

he frowns again. "but you're sick! you're my girlfriend I can't just leave you here." He seems stressed, folding his his hands on your arms.

you cough and add, "i don't want you to get sick. plus, you have patrol tonight."

he shakes his head. "no way, im staying."

"No." you look in his eyes.

"Yes." he nods.

"No, peter."

"Yes, y/n." he crosses his arms.

you sigh.

"im staying right here." He says determinedly as he wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder. worry chilled up his spine for you.

"okay," you give up. "its cold anyway." you couldn't resist him. you didn't want him to patrol in the this insane cold weather anyways.

you pull a sweatshirt over your head.

"movie?" we whispers. "i'll get you snacks." he rubs your back softly.

you sweat a little and try to swallow.

you smile a little, "okay."

coughing, he rubs your arm. "are you okay?" he looks at you worriedly.

"im fine, my body just hurts."

he pulls you in a hug before kissing your head and leaving the room to go to the kitchen.

he gets back almost instantly with a bag of candy and popcorn, setting it on the bed and a mug of hot tea for your throat on the bedside table.

"can i get you anything else?" he looked sad.

your heart warmed and hurt at the same time.

"no, im okay."

he places a bowl of soup down next to the mug as you lean over to take it and sip it gently.

he lays in your bed as you open your laptop to the same crime documentary.

"again?" he groans, shifting his neck up against the pillow as he scrunches his face, looking at the ceiling.

as you giggle he looks up to see your smile which made his stomach hurt.

"yes, again." you try to hold back your lips from curling into a laugh.

he sighs and clicks the play button on your computer.

you rest your head on his chest, snuggling into him as he lays his arm around you, intertwining your hand into his.

"love you." he whispers in your hair softly, tucking a kiss to the back of your head.

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after reading the condom brokes (and i know they all have a second birth control) but i'm curious with their reaction of an unplanned pregnancy if you're comfortable with writing that... thank you! and happy writing!!

—｛🎂｝UNPLANNED PREGNANCY; W/DREAMIES

pairings. nct dream x reader

word count.

warnings. mentions of sex, unplanned pregnancy, talks of abortions, and adoption

author's note. thank you for requesting! i hope you like it👍🏽!

—｛🍰｝... MARK ! ⋮

He's gonna try and be level headed so you wouldn't panic... despite being scared shitless.

"Love, i'm here." mark made his way into your apartment. "Babe?" He didn't get any answer. "Are you home?" He was about to pull out his phone to text you, but he heard a faint noise that made him put his phone away, following the noise.

He followed the noise to the bathroom, he finally realized that the sound was your sniffling. "Babe? baby are you okay?" He knocked on the door. "Are you sick? do you need medicine?"

He opened the door, to see you sitting on the floor, completely disheveled. "Baby, what's wrong?" he bent down next to you.

With tear stained eyes, you handed him the stick. "What are we gonna do?" You whispered.

He stared at the postive test, then back at you. He could see panic in your eyes, he decided to put his panic to the side just for a moment.

"I'll get another job, i can do it on top of school- mark, you don't have to." He shushed you.

"I want you to keep it, I want to be there for our kid."

—｛🍰｝... RENJUN ! ⋮

Walking into the bathroom, checking the calendar, he realized you've never gotten your period this month.

He didn't want to seem like a weirdo, but he looked in the trash, and low and behold, a positive test sitting under a tissue.

You were cooking dinner, when you heard your boyfriend making his way to the kitchen "You didn't get your period."

"Probably just a few days late, it's like that sometimes." He was shocked that you'd lie like that.

"If you wanted to hide it, a piece of tissue wasn't gonna help." You stopped cooking, slowly turning around to face the boy. "Why were you going through the trash?"

"That's what you wanna talk about, why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?"

"Because i was scared." Tears now running down your cheeks. "I don't know what im gonna do."

"Why are you speaking like you're alone?" He said. "I don't want you to give up on your dream's because of me."

"I helped make the baby, this is my mistake just as it is yours, im not gonna leave you behind."

—｛🍰｝... JENO ! ⋮

He'd find you looking at different adoption websites and forums on the internet.

"Jen, can you go get my laptop, I need it." He stood up, making his way to your shared bedroom.

Finding your laptop wide open, he couldn't help but look at the screen. "What?" He read the screen.

"Why is she looking at baby adoptions?" He took your laptop, walking into the living room, confusion evident on his face. "what is it?" you took the laptop out his hand.

"You left the screen on, why are you looking at adoption websites?" You froze, not knowing what to say.

"Are you pregnant?"

"Don't be ridicul- why are you lying, you wouldn't randomly search adoption clinics if you weren't."

"I went to the clinic earlier today to confirm." You said lowly. "I didn't want to tell you just yet, because i didn't know what to do."

"Well do you want to give it up for adoption?" He sat down next to you, holding your hand. "I don't know, what about your job, i don't know if i can be left alone if you have to go on tour or something."

"I'm not gonna lie and say that i don't want you to keep the baby, but this is completely up to you, im here for you and what ever you want to do." He wiped the tears from your eyes.

—｛🍰｝... HAECHAN ! ⋮

you two joke around a lot, so at first he's gonna think your joking around with him.

"yah, don't joke like this, you're gonna give me a heart attack." He chuckled, his already small laughs coming to a stop once he realized you had a serious face.

"are you serious?" He was started to panic a little. "I took a test, and it was positive." You've never seen your boyfriend so quiet before in your life.

"you we're not ready for this, what the hell are we gonna do?" You began to panic now. "Well do you want to keep it?" You didn't even think about getting abortion.

"I don't want to do that either." The tears wielding in your eyes made him calm down just a bit. "Okay, let's calm down." He hugged you.

"There are other things we can look into, but right now I just want you to try and be calm, I won't leave you ever, i'll always be by your side." Both of you sat in silence, him holding you for a very long time, no one knowing what to say or do at that moment.

—｛🍰｝... JAEMIN ! ⋮

Like mark, despite being scared shitless, jaemin is gonna try and be calm for your sake.

Loud sobs had jaemin racing to your room fearing you were hurt. "Baby, baby what's wrong, are you hurt?"

"What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? I can't raise a baby." He tried to calm you down. "What? baby calm down, a baby? what are you talking about?"

He saw the stick in your hands, eyes flickering back to you, finally processing what was going on.

"Oh baby." He said.

"I didn't mean for this to happy." You sobbed, not having the best relationship with your parents, you knew this wasn't gonna end well with them.

"We didn't mean for this to happen, but it did, now we have to figure out the next steps, whether you want to keep it, or don't, i'll support you, i'm not going any where, i swear."

—｛🍰｝... CHENLE ! ⋮

with chenle making it very clear he didn't want kids for a very long time, you're gonna try and keep it from him.

"did you tell him?" You're friends asked on the other side of the phone. "No." You cringed at your friends sigh of disappointment. "It's been 3 almost weeks since you've found out, you eventually have to tell him.'

"Do you have a way to tell him that doesn't involve him leaving me, believe me im all ears."

You didn't mean to snap at them, but you were genuinely scared about how your boyfriend would react. "Im sorry, i didn't mean to snap, im just a bit freaked out, how do you tell your boyfriend who made it pretty clear that he didn't want kids that you're pregnant?"

"you're pregnant?" You froze with fear upon hearing the voice. "Chenle wait- and what? you just weren't gonna tell me?" Your friend hung up to let you figure it out.

"i was- when? when you started showing and couldn't hide it anymore?" He started. "And what makes you think i'd leave? you really think that low of me?" He scoffed.

"I don't, it's just that you've made it pretty clear that you didn't want kids." You held your head low.

"I've also made pretty clear how i'd stick beside you through anything, but i guess that didn't matter huh?" You really felt horrible now.

—｛🍰｝... JISUNG ! ⋮

I think you'd tell him that you missed your period, and then you'd both make that trip to the pharmacy together.

"What do we do now?" Jisung sat on the tub, facing you, who was sitting on the toilet.

"Well we've been waiting for 10 minutes so, i guess we check." You picked up the test, turning it so you both take a look at it.

"Oh my god." You both began to panic. "What the fuck are we gonna do?"

"The company is gonna kill me, how am i supposed to tell them this?" He paced back and forth.

"The company? try my parents are gonna kill me, I barely have my shit together!" You couldn't keep your eyes off the test.

"We have no knowledge of taking care of a kid, you're still in school and im constantly on tour and i don't want to put all this on you." jisung said. "What do we do?"

"I think we need to tell someone, we need someone to help us with whatever we choose to do next."

©️LUVYENI

[alastorsbookie10228]

HIIIII im returning to help flood your inbox ! 😋

so uhhhhh could you maybe write about Husk like comforting reader (gn again please if you don't mind❤️) about a tough day at school, like the readers a teen and idk it js went rlly bad bc schools going back in and my week hasn't been the greatest 🥲 (I SHOULDVE STAYED SICK FOR LONGER OHMYGOSH KAKEKWJSJ) yeah but and platonic (OBVIOUSLY 💀😭) but like yk like husks their like father figure in a way?? Idk i js love the kitty and want him to comfort me😭

and ps thank u for the angel fic, i loved it and ur sweet as well ! ❤️

and i hope you're doing good:)

oh my goodness, all my friends' first week SUCKED and i've been imagining scenarios like this ALL DAY!!

anyway...now presenting...!

It's okay, kid. it'll be alright

Husk x reader (platonic) x Angel Dust (also platonic)

you sigh as you push open the doors to the Hazbin Hotel, throwing your bookbag to the side with a sigh. you blink back tears as you walk to the bar and slump into the seat beside Angel.

"hey, kid. you alright?" Husk asks, pouring your favorite soda into a glass and sliding it to you.

then it happens.

before you can catch yourself, you're sobbing into Husks chest as you fall to the floor.

"it was horrible! all the teachers are so mean, and that one girl that bullied me last year is in my math class!" you sob into his chest.

he rubs your back comfortingly and looks at Angel, slightly concerned.

"heya toots, ya wanna go watch a movie? make some cookies?" Angel offers with a small smile.

you sniffle and nod, standing up with Husk. you all walk to Angel's room, you reaching the door first as you were ecstatic to see Fat Nuggets. you smile and pick the pig up, snuggling him tightly.

Husk and Angel stand in the doorway, smiling slightly.

"they love that pig, don't they?" Angel says, and Husk nods.

"yeah. i been thinking, and i'm gonna get them a pet. not a dog though, because Alastor doesn't like dogs. maybe a hamster or a bird." Husk says, and they both walk into the room.

"alright, kid. you pick the movie." Angel hands you the remote, and you quickly play your favorite movie, causing them to laugh.

"it's gonna be the same every time, huh?" Husk asks, and you nod.

Angel and Husk lay on either side of you as you hold a snoring Fat Nuggets. your eyes start to droop slightly, and you lean towards Husk.

he looked down at you with a small smile and holds you.

"thank you for everything, dad" you say half asleep, and Husk's eyes widen, along with Angel's.

that sentence alone brought small tears to Husk's eyes, and he swore he'd never been so happy.

[starzshopoflove]

Can I get ghost comfort for someone who doesn't eat because of anxiety?

omg i love this ask so much since i also have bad ass anxiety that beats on me till my meds kick in. Just gonna base this off my own kind behavior with food and eating since i have my own issues too so let me know if this is good or not!!

Notes: no warning, fluff, comfort no hurt, gn!reader

I feel like ghost wouldnt understand it at first and just think your skipping meals or not hungry. So he'd probably be a little pushy at first asking if you've had a snack or not when your together or he'll send you a text randomly in the day if you've eaten or not

But when he starts to notice how you clam up when he asks about it after the first few times he'll shut up and try to watch you a bit to see what's making you not eat. He'll start seeing how sometimes when you're on a date or just at the bookshop for lunch you might pick at your food but not really eat any of it, or how you might only eat some parts of your sandwich and leave the bread off it, sometimes you'll just not eat with him and just be there talking.

When he does finally ask you about it he tries really hard to approach it sensitively since your kinda like a skittish cat in a corner when he has asked before. So you'd be in his flat laying on his couch together and he's keeping you all warm with an arm around your waist rubbing some soothing circles so you stay relaxed while watching whatever show he let you pick.

"Dove"

"Mhm?"

"Do you not like gettin' lunch with me?"

You might freeze up on him and not talk for a moment mulling over if you really wanna tell him or not, you dont usually like talking about it. Whenever you have before people just started teetering around eating with you or acted like you had some sort of issue, treated you like you were just different.

"I like getting lunch with you Si, love getting to spend time with you"

"Yeah but you never eat anythin' with me"

You really wanted to dance around this topic some more but he just felt so warm and smelled so good you were already fused onto the couch at this point. You felt safe with him, like he wasn't going to judge you for trying to be honest with him. The way he let you slot yourself next to him tracing patterns on your skin made your blood a little warmer and your head a little fuzzy

So you finally let yourself spill out your issues hands playing with a strand of your hair that was in your face so you couldn't focus on if he was judging you or not trying not to stumble over your words

"Its not that i don't like eating with you Si, just sometimes when I'm out n I know people can see me eating makes me feel like I'm being watched and all i can think about is how loud im chewing or If i look weird when I'm eating. Then when i start thinking about it, ts' like there's a hole in my stomach and if i try to fill it, might just come right back up. But if I do make myself eat then i have to think about how full I feel n how i can feel the weight of the food in my stomach n once i start thinkin about that i start feelin sick again"

The whole time you let out you meek confession Simon was holding you a little closer loosening his grip so you didn't feel trapped, resting his chin on your head still keeping a warm hand around you to keep you relaxed. He let you speak without cutting you off even when you paused to try to figure out what you feel and put it into words he keep comforting you with his touch and softly nudging you to keep going

"Wish you didn't feel like you had to hide this from me luv, I care about you. Never want you to feel like you're stressin' yourself out for my sake, want you to feel safe with me and tell me when something's bothering you so i can help yeah?'"

Oh my god, whole time you feel like you could cry because he's cooing to you so sweetly and holding you so close not making you feel like you're weird or different from him just because you cant eat sometimes. You might sniffle a little which would make him worried but when he sees its just you getting a little emotional he'll calm down a little and place a kiss on your cheek murmuring about how much he cares and doesn't want you to force yourself to do something you don't like.

Feel like he'd still check to see that you atleast ate something through the day, and instead of doing dates at public places he might pick up some food and you'd eat at either one of yours's flat , sometimes at the park when he knows it wont be crowded either.

Just know he'd sometimes just pick up the fork and feed you when your looking at your food weird letting you know its alright but he'd never push if you resisting too much

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god i love writing soft ghost

[goldenempyrean]

How about “Don’t tease me whilst I'm sick” for either Wanda or Natasha? Maybe the guys are teasing her until R sees shes clearly miserable and tells them to leave her alone

Don't Be A Tease

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〚 Pairing - Wanda Maximoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - When Wanda get sick during gamenight you're sure to make sure she knows that she's more important then any game could be. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 970 〛

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Games were a big part of life at the Avengers campus, whether that be the weekly board game night or just the casual competitions on the many consoles connected to the big TV that Stark had specifically made. Whatever it was, everyone always enjoyed it. 

It was a pretty ordinary Saturday, yourself, Clint and Tony were currently spaced out on the sofas’ playing rounds of SuperSmash Bros. You’d like to say you were winning but that’d be a lie. Both you and Tony were getting your arsed severely kicked by Clint. 

You were just on the verge of losing another round when the large door to the room slowly creaked open, grabbing everyone’s attention. 

Just then a tired, sniffling Wanda came into view. 

“Oh damn, when she did turn into a zombie?” Tony joked light-heartedly, pausing the game. 

"Very funny, Stark," she muttered, making her way over to the armchair 

Wanda couldn't help but roll her eyes at Tony's joke. She knew he meant no harm, but she was already feeling awful, and the last thing she needed was to be teased about her appearance. 

She just sniffled and grabbed one of the blankets which sat on the back of the sofa. “I thought you were saying in bed baby, you really don’t look well.” 

She coughed weakly into her blanket, “I feel terrible.” She admitted with a small pout. 

Tony leaned forward, studying her face. "You look terrible," he said bluntly. "You're all pale and sweaty." 

Wanda frowned, pulling the blanket tighter around her. "Thanks for the reminder," she said sarcastically, rubbing at her red nose, “Don’t tease me whilst I’m sick.” 

“Come on now, leave her be. She doesn’t feel well.” You shushed them as Wanda gave a tired pout. You disregarded your controller and held your arms out, welcoming the brunette in as she sleepily shuffled across to room to sit on your lap, “Did you get enough sleep my love?” 

Wanda shook her head, her messy hair falling in front of her face. "Not really, I couldn't sleep that much,” she whispered hoarsely. You brushed her hair back and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, feeling her temperature was a bit high. 

Wanda snuggled into your embrace, resting her head on your shoulder as you stroked her hair soothingly, "I'm sorry you're feeling so lousy baby. Let me take care of you?" 

Wanda nodded weakly, too exhausted to do much else. You wrapped your arms around her, holding her close as you whispered, “Let’s get you back to bed then, hm? I’ll lie down with you for a little bit.” You stood up, with Wanda still clutching to your chest and you supported her back with both your arms, “Sorry guys, your gonna have to play without me.” 

Clint waved a hand dismissively. "No worries. Go take care of her," he said with a small smile. 

Tony nodded in agreement. "Yeah, take care of our girl. We'll manage without you," he said, giving a reassuring smile. 

You nodded gratefully and made your way out of the room, heading towards Wanda's bedroom. You gently laid her down on the bed and pulled the blankets up to her chin. 

"I'll be right back," you whispered softly, placing a kiss on her forehead before leaving the room. 

You made your way to the kitchen, gathering supplies to make some chicken noodle soup and a cup of tea. As you cooked, you couldn't help but worry about Wanda. She rarely got sick, but when she did, it always hit her hard. 

After you finished making the soup and tea, you grabbed a tray and carefully carried everything back to Wanda's bedroom. 

"Here we go, love. Some soup and tea to help you feel better," you said softly, placing the tray on her nightstand. 

Wanda weakly sat up and took the bowl of soup from the tray, sipping it slowly. You sat down beside her, rubbing her back gently as she ate. 

"Thank you," she murmured softly, giving you a small smile. 

"You don't have to thank me, Wanda. I love taking care of you, you’re more important then any silly games." you replied, returning her smile. 

You continued rubbing her back gently as she ate. "How are you feeling now?" you asked gently. 

Wanda sighed, leaning her head back against the pillows. "A little better, I think. But still crappy," she replied. 

You continued to rub her back soothingly, feeling her muscles relax under your touch. "Just rest, my love. I'll be here with you," you said softly, placing a kiss on her forehead. But to your surprise, your girlfriend sat up a little and reached around in her drawer before pulling out the remote to the small tv opposite the bed, she turned it on but she didn’t turn on a movie. Instead, she switched the source to the HDMI cable connecting your Nintendo switch to her TV. 

“I thought you were going to get some rest?” You asked, still slightly confused. 

Wanda smiled mischievously. "I am. But I also want to beat you in Mario Kart, this way we don’t miss out on game night." she said, whilst you went to go retrieve the controllers from the device. 

“Hm, okay. Not too many games though, you still need to rest,” You said and she agreed as you came back to the bed and snuggled up  beside her as the game booted up, “Maybe I’ll even let you win too, considering how crappy you feel I wouldn’t want to force the misery of a horrific loss on you too.” You smirked, earning yourself a playful nudge from your girlfriend. 

“Hand me that controller.” 

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[kidstemplatte]

I know this might be a heavy ask (feel free to ignore), but the way you write Terzo brings me so much comfort. I had a really scary experience tonight with a man, I won’t go into detail but he was weird with me on my train journey and then followed me for the most part of my walk home. If you’re ok with it, I would love for you to write how Terzo would comfort his s/o when they get inside their home a little shaken up.

Thank you for everything you write, it’s amazing 🤎

silence

pairing: terzo/reader

summary: reader enters house shaken after being followed on the way home by a man.

i have so much to say in response to this, so there's gonna be a message at the end of this for you, anon, and everyone.  i always kind of feel the need to include a message in my fics but this one is gonna be longer. sorry i know i’m typing like im accepting a nobel peace prize or something but this really means a lot to me <3

Do I pretend I’m on the phone? No, I’ll look distracted. Should I go on the other side of the street? That’s too obvious. What if I turned around and walked the other way? No, then we would cross paths, and then he might- Satanas- What do I do?

You strode down the sidewalk at full-speed, adrenaline pumping as you sought to complete your one objection: Make it home.

As you approached your block, you turned the corner rapidly. The sound of the man’s footsteps had quieted down, leaving you in an ominous silence. Was he still following you?

Taking a leap of faith, you counted to three and turned around.

One, Two, Three.

Gone.

You let out an audible sigh of relief.

The train ride home today, typically uneventful, had been a very unpleasant one to say the least. A perverse man sitting near you had taken it upon himself to say some drastically inappropriate things to you, things that made you squeamish and sick to your stomach. Even when you got off the train, gathering your things in a hurry, his harassment didn’t stop. You could hear his persistent pacing behind you for the majority of your walk home.

Things like this came with adulthood, they unfortunately happened to many people.But that didn’t make it any easier. Moments like these made you long for the innocence and naivety you possessed as a child. When strangers weren’t potential harassers, but potential friends. When a man’s smile signified kindness instead of danger. You were so innocent, so blissfully unaware of the cruelties of the world.

You safely made it back home, swiftly unlocking the front door, before entering, slamming it shut, and locking it again.

“Hello-“ Terzo’s lively greeting came to a quick halt when he caught sight of your panicked state.

“What is wrong? What happened?” he questioned, his voice softer than usual.

“I just- on the train ride home this guy was saying things to me, and he was behind me most of the walk home and I was scared he was following me.” You explained.

Terzo, immediately going to protective mode, dashed to the windows and looked outside. “Do you need me to call the police? Should I summon some of the Ghouls, perhaps? They could-”

“It’s okay, Terzo. Thank you. He’s gone.” you assured him wearily.

“Are you positive?”

“Yes.”

Terzo took a deep breath in and out, turning around to face you once again.

“Okay.” he responded. “Come here, lovely.” he cooed, holding his arms out. You eagerly accepted his invitation, melting into his warm embrace as he moved his hands lovingly up and down your back. “Nothing will hurt you when you’re with me. Nothing.” he whispered, gently kissing the side of your head as it was buried in the crook of his neck.

“I just- I feel gross.” You sniffled.

Terzo gently pulled away, placing his hands on your shoulders and looking you in the eyes.

“You? Gross? No, no no, cara mia. What is gross is that imbecile shithead who was saying those things to you. Is there anything you want me to do? To make you feel safe?”

“I just don’t want to be alone.”

“Lucky for you, neither do I.” Terzo smiled, “I never do now that i know you.”

You smiled at his affection, placing your hands on each side of his face before giving him a kiss.

“Want to order dinner? I burnt the spaghetti earlier.” Terzo confessed.

“Terzo- How did you burn spaghetti?”

“I am a culinary talent.”

He actually was, that’s what made it so funny. You and Terzo settled on ordering pizza. Not fancy pizza. The greasy fast food kind that Terzo secretly loved. Despite his efforts to be perceived as a “foodie”, the man secretly loved eating like a teenage boy. It’s a little fun fact about him you thought was very adorable. You two weren’t strangers to 1 am McDonald’s runs or late-night Doordash shenanigans.

“Movie? What do you want to watch?”

“Nothing scary, please.” You laughed.

“Nothing scary it is, then.” He replied.

As you two started a movie, a comforting favorite of yours, and settled on the couch, you took a seat, but were interrupted by Terzo wrapping his arms around your waist and rearranging your position.

“Hey!” You laughed. “What are you-“

Before you could protest, Terzo had snuck behind your spot on the couch, wrapping his arms around you.

He ran his hands up and down your body, in a way you knew wasn’t suggestive, but purely out of affection. He played with your hair, gently scratching your scalp in circular motions the way he knew you liked.

Terzo had a wickedly adorable trick he loved to play on you. Sometimes, when you were laughing at something, Terzo would devilishly tickle you to amplify your laughter even more, eager to hear more of his favorite sound in the world. You knew of this little game, so you often stifled your laughter during funny scenes to avoid his tickling. However, Terzo knew you long enough to recognize even a slight laugh from you when he felt your body jolt even in the slightest.

“I felt that…” he would say ominously before you would beg for mercy, even though you both knew you loved it.

“I didn’t laugh! I swear! I promise!”

Your pleas meant nothing. Before you knew it, you were nearly screaming as Terzo viciously tickled you in all the places he knew were your weak spots.

“No! Stop! Stop! Satan, please, help me!” you squealed through a fit of laughter.

Your struggle resulted in you and Terzo both falling onto the ground.

But he did not stop.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You cried, smiling so hard your face hurt.

“You must pay the price.”

“The-haha- the price for what?”

“For being adorable.”

Eventually you made it back to the couch, stomachs hurting from laughing so hard. And when you cried at a touching scene, he peppered kisses on your face and neck, holding you even tighter than before. You two had laid together for so long, so comfortable in silence with each other, that eventually some other movie had begun playing automatically.

“I love you, cara mia.” He whispered, his breath in your ear sending a warm shiver down your spine and making your eyes grow heavier.

There was no person, no place, nothing in the world who made you feel as safe as you did with Terzo. Safe enough to let go, fall asleep in their arms, without fear of what may happen when you weren’t fully present.

“I love you too.” you whispered, falling into a peaceful slumber in the arms of your lover.

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a little message:

first off- i'm so so so sorry that happened to you. that stuff is so terrifying.. we live in a very scary world full of scary things and scary people and i’m so sorry you had to experience that. you deserve to feel safe.

second off- i can’t ignore this ask. i know this sounds silly, i’m on tumblr writing fanfiction about a satanic band for christ’s sake, i’m not trying to act like some saint,  but this is really why i do this. fanfiction has brought me so much comfort throughout my life and given me a safe space. i want to be that for someone else. i wanted so badly to bring this fic to you last night when i first read your request,but i was sleep-deprived and couldn’t finish it, and i didn’t want to rush it. ❤️

finally- thank you for your support and for your kind words. i cannot even describe how happy i am to bring anyone comfort. thank you for trusting me with your experience and for your kindness. i am so honored that you requested this from me. seriously. it made me tear up a little bit.

thank you for reading this.

if you have send me a request, it is coming.

i love you all, stay safe out there❤️

<3, alice

[cupidjyu]

you'll get sick pt 2

(hyung line) what do they do when you’re sick :(

genre: fluff, CUDDLES!!!!, very cute scolding, teasing, worried bbs notes: HEYY so i finally got back to working on this series!! i think this was like my second ever post and i think my most popular?? anyways, i hope you enjoy!!!! word count: 1k

sangyeon

sangyeon always stressed that if you ever didn’t feel well, he will always drop everything and be right by your side. at first, you didn’t believe him. but today, you had the perfect excuse to test it since you suddenly came down with a horrible cold.

when you called him, it seemed like he immediately knew something was up. 

“sangyeon… i have a cold…” 

and he literally hung up. without a word. you blinked at the beep of your phone. that wasn’t what you expected and you were certainly confused.

later on, though, he was at the door with a bag in hand, dressed in a cozy hoodie. perfect for you.

“oh!” you sniffled. “sangyeon?” and then you sneezed right after.

he stared down at you, a worried frown on his face. “why’re you out of bed?”

you blinked again, your mouth falling open. “well… i needed to open the door for you so…” you awkwardly pointed at the door.

he shook his head, “i already have the pin to the door.” he mumbled. then, he put down the bag and stepped closer to you and you stepped backward in return. he looked at you disapprovingly. “hey, come on.”

and then he wrapped his arms under you and picked you up bridal style.

you couldn’t help but gasp. “s-sangyeon-”

he looked down at you on the way to your bedroom. he gave you a sweet smile. one that washed all your worries away. 

“hm? what's wrong? i’ve bought some pills and cough syrup, so go on and rest first.” he gently spoke with such a calm tone you couldn’t help but relax. then, he set you in bed and that was when you were already starting to doze off.

“sleep well, sweetheart,” he brushed through your hair. “i’ll get everything ready for you when you wake up.”

and you felt him press a kiss on your reddening cheeks.

(do you guys like the pet name sweetheart?? im still deciding if im gonna use it or not in the future…)

jacob

you just couldn’t hold it anymore. you so badly needed to clear your nose. so, as quietly as you could, you reached over and grabbed a tissue. but as soon as you blew into it, jacob turned to you with wide eyes.

he was looking at you with an amused look. 

“are you really crying over the smurfs- oh.”

it was then, that he noticed how sick you looked. your nose was red, your eyes were puffy, and you definitely looked tired.

he turned the movie off and shifted so that he was almost crowding over you on the couch. your breath hitched as he looked down at you with gentle eyes.

“you’re sick, my love?” he whispered, his hand coming to caress your cheek.

“uh…” you looked away.

“why’d you try to hide it?” he fussed, his eyebrows furrowing as he reached down to bring out a blanket. 

“you should be resting instead of keeping awake to watch a movie,” he scolded. he wasn’t actually mad, you could tell. but he was definitely worried as he draped the blanket over you, squeezing your shoulders at the same time to keep you warm.

“i’m fine cobie,” you rasped out.

“no,” he was cutely stubborn, a small pout on his lips. then, he tucked you more into the blanket, enveloping you in warmth as he smiled charmingly.

“thank you,” you said, quietly.

“no need to thank me,” he whispered. after, he brought you down so you could lie your head in his lap. he gave you a small pat on your head while adjusting the blanket.

“go on sleepy head.”

you nodded.

(arguably, my love is THE best pet name)

younghoon

“hoon, i’m sick.”

you backed away from him in the bed.

your boyfriend had just arrived at your house, saying he missed you even though you so desperately tried to tell him to stay home.

he only laughed, his smile brightening up the whole room and you couldn’t help but sigh in adoration. but then you shook yourself out of it. 

“i miss you though,” he pouted. 

and he continuously moved closer to you, kneeling on the bed and looking at you with so much love in his eyes.

you keep on moving away, trying to avoid him and stop him from catching your sickness.

“cuddle after i get better,” you whined, frowning and bringing the blankets over your face.

“no way,” he stubbornly said, pulling the cover off you.

and he just kept on moving towards you, approaching you more and more with a sly smile. you felt your face flush as you moved farther and farther. you sniffled when you heard a small chuckle leave his mouth.

and then you realized why he laughed. you reached the edge of the bed and you were about to fall off. but of course, he caught you by the waist.

“c’mere,” he brought you into his arms, lying down with you. you couldn’t help but immediately melt into his warmth with a soft sigh. “see? told you so.”

“hm?”

“my hugs are the cure.”

“shut up,” you lightly punched his chest. yet, he only responded with a kiss on your forehead.

hyunjae

“why didn’t you tell me?” he barged into the room, standing with a worried expression. he had grocery bags in his hand as well, probably with food.

you groaned with a heavy headache.

“what…?” you rasped out, closing your eyes with exhaustion.

“i had to find out though juyeon that you were sick,” he approached you lying on the bed. you could tell he was grumpy. “you should’ve told me.”

he placed his head on your forehead to feel your temperature. he was about to hum in disapproval but he paused when he heard you let out a small sound as you leaned into his touch, chasing the coolness of his hand.

his cheeks were red when you opened your eyes, “when you do cute things like that…” he mumbled, looking away. “i can’t be mad at you any longer, y/n.”

you didn’t respond. instead, you smiled as you grabbed his hand and pulled him down into the bed.

you felt all dazed, and probably weren’t thinking straight because of how strong the fever was. so instead of keeping quiet, you suddenly blurted out, “missed you...”

he laughed, “okay, okay.” he patted your head. “i’ll try to cook for you later.” then he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close against his body. it was so warm, you closed your eyes again.

“sleep?” he whispered.

“yessir,” you slurred out.

he laughed quietly this time. 

“so you’re really out of it aren’t you?” he stared down at you fondly. you didn’t hear him as you had already fallen asleep.

[neiptune]

Hi :3 im so happy to see this event because this is such a genius idea! I love taylor and all her lyrics are just Ugh😩❤️

Would you mind writing for Rengoku with the prompt “all you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing” ? Just a fluff fic where he doesn’t die, instead got married and retired with reader, looking softly at his spouse to realise that the reader only wanted sweet nothings from him❤️

kyojuro rengoku x all you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

request a character + prompt here :)

Kyojuro doesn't mind.

Even if you don't believe him, even if you protest each time he offers to carry the laundry basket, even if you roll your eyes as he lowers himself until he's basically sitting on his heels to offer his back whenever you're walking home and he thinks you might feel tired. He doesn't mind.

That's exactly the first thought that crosses his mind as soon as he wakes up at dawn, the back of his hand gently but barely grazing your forehead, worried crests between his furrowed brows soothing as he finds your skin cool. He's careful as he gets out of the futon you share and pays extra attention to the pressure used to close the shoji doors of your bedroom as he exists the room.

It's a quiet morning and he can hear the birds chirping outside. He decides he likes the way the kitchen changes color as hues of soft orange and pink bleed through the windows, reflecting on the ceramic bowls you had piled up the evening before. It's kinda hard, resisting the urge to hum while the rice leftovers are heating up and eggs, salt and sugar are being mixed in a larger bowl. He's not gonna go with elaborate dishes, can't risk making you sick again. The miso soup will keep you hydrated and hopefully soothe your nausea, soft rolled omelettes are your favorites and, well, rice is there just in case you're hungry enough to eat it.

You try your best to tiptoe to the kitchen, woken up and drawn to the heavenly scent of whatever is being cooked in there. You try, but of course he hears you anyway, taking a former hashira by surprise being literally (and practically) impossible.

“Hey”, your voice barely crawls out of your throat as sleep still refuses to peel off from it.

Kyojuro wishes he could turn around fully in your arms, which are around his waist as your forehead rests against his back, but he's too afraid of burning those eggs.

“How are you feeling, my love?”, he resorts to a less affectionate although momentary greeting.

“I'm fine”, you mumble, “what're you doing?”

Slender fingers holding purple chopsticks make the job of rolling and folding an omelette look embarrassingly graceful.

“Making breakfast, of course. Do you feel like eating? There's soup. I have also brewed green tea and cut a lemon, please add a slice to your cup. It will relieve your stomach”, his voice vibrates against your forehead and you have to close your eyes for a second, take his cedarwood scent in. It mixes well with the geraniums sitting next to the window, you find.

“Kyo, it's your rest day. You spend the entire week training young slayers and you haven't slept at all within the last two days. I should be making breakfast”, you complain, right before a loud and not at all elegant sneeze cuts you off. You're forced to take a step back and sniffle slightly, puffy eyes and runny nose not really helping your case.

Kyojuro turns the stove off and piles the neatly folded omelettes on a plate.

“You should be resting”, he smiles softly as he brings bowls and plates and cups and teapot to the table. You sigh, surrendering to sit and wait for him to be ready to do the same.

“I'm sorry you're forced to take care of me”, you grumble, cursing the afternoon you had decided to run outside and attempt to save your freshly hanged laundry from the sudden downpour.

Kyojuro sits at his usual place, next to you and never across from you. He jokingly claims that it's to see you better with the only eye he's left with but, really, he doesn't see any reason to be farther from you when the opposite is possible. He wouldn't call himself clingy, just... tenacious in his love for you. Ever since miraculously making it back home from a train mission, he's been more indulgent with himself and his feelings. He talks more, touches you more, is working hard to piece together a civil relationship with his father. Kyojuro is now able to cry, mostly at night, after a nightmare, but even as no sad thoughts are crossing his mind and all he's looking at is his brother laughing with the Kamado boy or you bickering with Tengen. Tears just start rolling down his cheeks abruptly and it's impossible to stop them, not by kissing them away, not by holding him, now by stroking his hair. Perhaps they have been waiting too many years and should now get to decide when and how and where to stop.

“Come here”, he demands, arms invitingly outstretched, lips stretched in a gentle smile. You comply, because how could you not? Of course you'll sit on his lap and let him press your back against his chest, of course you'll sigh as his lips softly press to a spot right behind your ear.

“I love you. Getting to take care of you makes me lucky”, he murmurs, rocking your body ever so slightly.

“But I can't always ask for that. You should get to rest as well”, you observe, only for his grip around you to grow tighter.

“You never ask for anything. All you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing”, his voice is quiet but you notice the slight crack in it. Kyojuro talks more now but that doesn't mean that he always knows the right way to say what he wants to say. It's pretty fortunate for him that you always understand.

All I give you, I give you because I'm so loved.

All I give you, I give you because you're my home.

All I give you, makes me feel privileged. Because I still get to give you.

[just-some-random-blogger]

First off all

Second of all i feel like id be willing to read the most deranged shit ever ever ever as long as you write it cause i dont even want to say this is beautifully well written.... But it is

Your honor i am hot and bothered and sick to my stomach what can i say i hate it here but i love it here gotta flush my eyes out and get on my knees in prayer what the fuck

Ok

I gotta also ask. Is this a rewrite but longer? Cos im like ... 95% sure I've read this and was traumatized too. I'd say equally but man this really fucked with my head. Uhhhhh yeah gonna not stick my toes into this again KAPAW *GUNSHOT*

“I think I’ll need reminding. Of how much you love me.”

Shivering

There. A glint. In the eyes. The kind curve of his mouth turns razor sharp, a knife with which to ribbon your flesh into a thousand thousand pieces. “Take off your dress.”

Sniffle. What?

You had floated above as your papa had destroyed you then built you anew for his own desires, pain and the hot lick of pleasure-shame distorting sleep into a hellscape.

HhhHHHHHhhhHHhhhHhhHhhhhhhhhhhHHHEEEEE WHAT

Your toes tingle with the desire to run as he stands, reminding you just how much more he is than you. Older, wiser, stronger, taller. His fingers trace the curve of your breast, pale upon brown, languid as only a man possessed with surety in his claim ever could.

“Look up.” He grunts when you follow his wish. “Smile.” You do. “Gevie,” he praises. Beautiful.

His fingers tighten against your scalp, pulling, pulling. “Hen hynge sētetāks bībagon raqā, gaomo daor?” You love sucking the cock that made you, don’t you?

A light slap to the side of the face grounds you. “I didn’t say stop,” he says above you, stern and cold.

FUCK YOU RAT I DIDN'T ASK FOR YOUR INPUT DEGENERATE NUMBSKULL SCUMBAG IGNORANOUS DIPSHIDIOT

Better is not good. He had said that to you once.

You shake your head, terrified. “I don’t—I don’t, Papa, I don’t—” I’m not a slut, you want to say, all that I am is what you’ve made me, but you also think that he’s made you into a slut anyway, and perhaps that is why he had wanted a daughter in the first place. His own personal slut.

RUNNING OVER DAEMON WITH THOSE FLATTENING MACHINE THINGS BEATING HIS ASS ITS ON SIGHT I DONT GIVE A FUCK STAB ME WITH DARK SISTER OR THROW ME INTO THE PIT WITH CARAXES ID BEAT THAT LIZARD UP TOO I DONT GIVE A FUCK

Papa holds you down by the back of the neck as he sinks in, never rocking in-out to wet the way and ease the path, no, the panicked clenching and the slight grit of entry excites him, makes me feel like a man, your stepmother’s too fucking loose from all that cavorting about she’s done, do you know how that makes a man feel, my girl?, and you feel like he is shoving the air from your lungs with his own length as it tears its way through you.

“Only thing you’re good for, getting fucked, letting Papa fuck you”—every time he says it, you cry, but you cannot help that, it hurts to hear him say it like it hurts to feel him in you—“don’t know how I’ll ever let this go—”

Misandry to death

His teeth sink into the meat where your neck and shoulder meet, painful like most of his touches are, and you yell at the sting of it, yell until his hand slams clammy over your mouth to hold you close and quiet and still. “Shut up, shut the fuck up, be good—”

He doesn’t normally spend inside you. Your mind whirls, near-hysteric. Brother-son, sister-daughter, brother and son or sister and daughter. Little sibling tucked up in your own womb, put there by your father.

“See if she tries to rid me of you then,” he snarls, grabbing you by the hips to grind desperately into you, as though he is trying to worm his way into your flesh in some sickening reverse of birth. “Fucking bitch… You’re mine. I seeded you on your mother, I can do what I want with you. I made you for me, no one else.”

If he could, he’d beat Rhaenyra’s head in with a rock like he did his first wife and marry you. He’s said so on some nights; only when he drinks, though. If he were any other man, the talk of marriage might ease the bite of your misuse—but Papa collects wives like knights collect favours. When he tires of them, they die.

🧍⚰️🌼 he would wouldn't he

Papa stops at the door, violet eyes—your eyes—glowing in the night. Even from here, you can see the threat that looms in his expression. “If I find out you’ve been to Gerardys again… you won’t like what happens.”

Your hand falls to that spot, the place where your brother-son or sister-daughter grows in secret, and your eyes fill with tears again. When he finds out, you will never escape. You will never be free.

I would risk my life for you.

Anyway your honor im ready to go to jail now

a sin you were made for │Daemon Targaryen x Daughter!Reader

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Please note: this is a ONE-SHOT unrelated to my terms of endearment series.

Synopsis: Your stepmother Rhaenyra thinks it is time you get married. Your father disagrees.

Um, I’m really sorry about this one. It’s awful. Thank you to @ewanmitchellcrumbs​​ and @randomdragonfires​​ for being my unwilling victims during the writing. Some notes: you are Laena and Daemon’s firstborn daughter in this one, born before Baela and Rhaena. As such, this is POC reader, though I hope it can be - well, not enjoyed - by everyone. Plus, this is technically ‘smut’, but it’s arguably the worst thing I’ve ever written so if you ain’t into it I do NOT blame you.

Triggers: non-con, NON-CON, incest, age gap, breeding kink, forced breeding kink, major angst, Daemon’s a creep and a bad man, and a bad father, and overall bad.

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[franksintrayaoi]

-PLEASE DONT MOCK ME I AM HAVING HORRIBLE BABY FEVER AND THIS IS HOW I GET IT OUT OF ME...-

Clem turned to look at Irene,her heart was pounding and she hardly could breathe.

"What's wrong my dear?you look sick,did you catch the stomach bug?"

"Something similar to that...I could say that"

Irene stared at the ginger woman before Clem ran off toward the bathroom, for the past two days she mostly lived with hear head in a trash can or toilet. She knew exactly what was happening,it hadn't been her first rodeo. She just didn't know how she would tell anyone.

Irene patted Clem on the back and held up her hair,she was convinced Clem had a stomach bug. Clem was sweating and weak,she wanted to lie down in her bed again all day.

Irene walked her over to it before feeling her forehead. Odd..she hadn't been running a temperature at all.

Clem started to bawl before she was embraced by Irene, who still assumed she was sick. And then finally Clem said what she needed to say with tears in her eyes. She is pregnant.

Irene embraced her and promised to not tell Gabe. But per usual he has a way of showing up when people mention him.

"Hey tiny what's wrong?why ya cryin?" Gabe walked over to her and put his hand on her cheek.

She had gone completely non verbal and pulled out a pen and wrote on her palm, "I'm pregnant"

Gabe stared at her palm for a moment and held her hands together. In a softer voice than usual he said. "Hey,hey look at me?it's ok I'm not mad at you." Gabe lifted her up and placed her on his lap. "Can we get a few moments alone please mama?" Irene left the room respecting their wishes for privacy.

"I thought you always wanted a kid pollita?what's bothering you?"

Clementine pulled her face out of his shirt and took a few deep breaths. "You have gotten me pregnant before,I just miscarried and never told you,I'm scared Gabe." She buried herself right back into his neck,he patted her back.

"Do you wanna tell me when you miscarried?"

"About 2 years ago,I didn't wanna tell you cause I was afraid you'd think I cheated,cause yknow."

"Look Clemmie,neither of us are exactly "human", I wouldn't be shocked about this honestly. But I'm here for ya ok?" He pecked her head with as many kisses as possible before she calmed down.

"So how'd you find out?I'm really interested!"

With a few sniffles she said "Julie told me this morning,I had a regular appointment to check rads and stuff and she gave me the news."

"How far along are you?"

"Around a month,funny enough she thinks it happened on your birthday."

"HEY I DESERVED THAT BIRTHDAY GIFT!!!!!!!!!" He chuckled at the humor of it,it was true that they had done some things that day to celebrate.

"So wanna keep the baby?either way you know I'll be ok with it,afterall I'm not the one who has to carry it for 9 months"

"I think I do,last time I miscarried because a lack of vitamins in me."

"Well you're in luck,yknow what Julie has been working on?MULTIVITAMINS. you eat these little candies and they keep you alive..."

Clem snickered at him,she knew that sometimes he'd intentionally say things that made him sound stupid because she thought it was cute and funny. He didn't know she knew though,she wanted it to keep going on like this.

As a few months past it finally really started hitting her,she had zero clue on how to be a mom. And Gabe had no clue on how to be a dad.

Gabe sat down next to Bandit who was holding Leo,Bandit was reading a book and somehow multitasking this.

"Bandit how do you feed a baby?"

The shorter and older man stared at him for a second,and then he could tell Gabe was dead serious.

"Oh man tell me what you did......"

Gabe had his tail between his legs and he was practically whining. "...im gonna be a dad..?"

Bandits jaw dropped. Not like he w was s too shocked or anything, they had talked about wanting kids before. He just didn't expect it to be when Gabe and Clem are this young.

"Ok uhm...well if you're here for help I can tell you all I know?"

"PLEASE." He ran around in circles,that was hard.

"Well if you want to learn take him........." Bandit handed Gabe Leo,he was awfully small and a bit cranky.

"What do I do with himmmmm.....?"

"Yknow rock him?He's tired"

Gabe took that way too literally, he put some rocks on his chest. But it did work oddly enough.

"Dude.......I ment like yknow move him back and forth while cradling him?"

"Ooohh.........."

"How far along is she anyways?"

"About..6 months"

"IN THE LORD'S NAME,GOOD GOD GABE WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME EARLIER IM GONNA BE A UNCLE?"Even his cursing was in Christian....

"I GOT TOO EXITED."

Clem looked at Irene,Irene was trying to guess how heavy this kid is gonna be. She had her face and clems stomach and hands on both sides of it.

"Well you don't have much give in your stomach...so I'm sayinggg 11 pounds?maybe more maybe less."

Clem snorted and said "GOOD GOD IRENE ARE YA TRYING TO KILL ME?"

Irene fell back onto the couch laughing. They had a lot in common honestly, they like plants and tinkering with things!!although Clem had to stop because of her habit of letting things explode.

[blxetsi]

Jinx x fem!reader sickfic this has been on my mind for forever

Just jinx being worried for her gf because she’s super out of it and feverish and stuff lol

lit rally so excited to get back into writing luv

jinx taking care of reader while they're sick headcanons

jinx x gn!reader

warnings: nothing except for medicine taking ??? idk mentions of being nakey like a wee baby

- okok so im kind of torn on this bc i dont know if jinx would notice immediately of your condition or not

- like shes smart asf but if shes working and preoccupied with something shes not gonna notice your sniffles and groans 

- i think you guys would be in her little workshop, you lying on a couch she has in the corner while jinx works at her desk tinkering with different wires and bolts, testing out new bombs by throwing them off the side of the platform, hearing them explode before turning back to write notes 

- you’d be in and out of consciousness, the explosions waking you up before the fatigue got to you again and you’d be out like a light. 

- jinx would notice your silence when she’s trying to ask you something but you’re not responding, she would look over and see you sleeping

- just thinking you’re taking a nap, jinx would coo at you before minding her noise, trying to quiet things down for you. 

- the only way she would really know you’re sick is if silco comes down, telling jinx she has to accompany sevika on a new shipment

“and please, tell that child to leave.” 

“they’re not a child, they’re my friend.” jinx mutters. 

“a friend you kiss ?” silco asks, “nonetheless, i need them gone while you’re out. i can’t be responsible for someone who likes to explore, especially in places they know they’re not allowed.” 

jinx rolled her eyes. “y/n is just curious, is that so harmful ?” the blue haired beauty walks over to where you lie on the tattered old couch, your back towards the father and daughter.

“curiosity killed the cat my dear, and that’s where your ‘friend’ may be headed if they keep up these shenanigans.” 

jinx starts shaking you, and then tries tickling you, where she feels the warmth of your underarms accompanied by sweat. after a quick ‘ew !’ being shouted, to cause silco to walk over. your sweet girlfriend rolls you over, only to find you unconscious and sweaty. 

“what’s wrong with them ?” jinx starts shaking you, before silco raises a hand to halt her. he silently places his hand on your forehead, before pulling away. “they’re sick, a fever.”

“well if y/n’s sick i can’t just go off with sevika now can i ?” she asks, turning her body towards silco. 

“jinx, it’s business, there’s nothing i can do.”

“it’s always business ! i need to take care of them, at least let me bring them to my room, and then i can go with sevika. please ?” jinx holds her hands together like shes praying and juts out her lip, making a puppy dog face at the taller man. 

silco glances back at your body before sighing. “i think yennefer is free right now, i’ll send her out with sevika instead.” 

- jinx would be so happy she was able to take care of you, immediately picking you up and taking you to her room. she’d whistle and have a little pep in her step while holding your sick, smelly body 

- immediately she would set you into her bed, a big queen sized with the finest silks and cotton bedding from piltover. she would undress you, leaving you only in your underwear, and get to work

- jinx has had violet silco take care of her when she was sick, especially when she was younger, so the gunslinger would know exactly what to do to help her special little lover

- first she would get out some medicine, a thick liquid that tastes like death but works wonders on the body, and spoon feed a bit to you. the taste would wake you up immediately, while jinx tries to shush you and tells you to swallow. 

- then she gets out a washcloth and fills a bowl with hot water, and just drags the cloth up and down your body, wiping away the sweat and grime while soothing you.

- then, she would take off her boots and crawl into bed with you, watching you breathe to make sure nothing happens

- occasionally she would poke you, and whisper to see if you’d wake up, before just resting her head on your shoulder, stroking your body softly with her nails, watching as goosebumps arose on your body

- and when you’d wake, jinx would be there to give you more medicine and kiss your pain away

im rusty at writing fr so i hope u like it 😭😭😭 send in requests babes ‼️

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The genshin men: fatherhood edition

With: Childe, Zhongli, Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Venti, Albedo and Baizhu

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Childe:

Ajax loves kids and he’ll make that known early on in your relationship

Like...This man wants five or more kids but he’ll settle for four. He dreams of a big family, getting to surround himself with you and your kids every night for family dinners, everyone getting together for big birthday parties or reunions! That’s his dream life! Plus, in Snezhnaya, most families have more than two kids anyways

He will cry so hard when his babies are placed in his arms for the first time, I mean he’s a mess. Nose is running, eyes puffy, lost of sniffling lmao he is so excited to be a dad!! Don’t you dare tell the other Harbingers how much he cried...What do you mean you took a picture when he wasn’t looking??? Hey??!?!

With his obscene amount of mora, he’ll buy a huge house that will accommodate everyone. Anything you want will be purchased that day or within 48 hours, the same goes for the kids

But they’ll all learn to be thankful for what they have. They’ll learn to fight, fish and speak multiple languages. He has high expectations but let’s face it, he’ll be proud of them no matter what

You’re gonna have to be the one to put your foot down though because Ajax doesn’t enjoy being the ‘mean parent’, he has trouble saying no to the kiddos which can create some tension between you and your husband. He has good intentions of course!! He doesn’t wanna say no to those cute, freckled faces!!

Zhongli:

Zhongli is nervous about having kids because he’s immortal. So this will go one of two ways. 1. You have the baby and the baby ends up not being immortal (or you adopt a baby who is not immortal) Then he loses you both. OR 2. You have the baby and it inherits his immortality and becomes an adeptus. Now he and the baby will have to watch you die while they both life forever.

Either way...It hurts him to think about because he loves you!! He wants to have a family with you!! He wants to give you that perfect family life every human desires!! But he’s torn

You two will just have to figure it out.

Zhongli will be a strong, male figure for your kid(s) and he will instill that traditional kindness and respect into their behavior. ‘Please’ and ‘thank you’ always, always offer to help someone who needs it, do good deeds and you will feel accomplished, be the best you you can be, alway try your hardest because that’s all that matters

He will be sure that your kid(s) always feel loved ALWAYS. Zhongli will tell them stories, cook for them, take them to school, anything that needs to be done. When you’ve had a rough day, he’ll step in to take over for the night without being asked. He shows interest in everything your kid(s) like and he will do his damn best to display every piece of artwork they make or every pretty rock they find

He...will make a great dad :’)

Kaeya:

Ooooh brother, at first Kaeya says no he doesn’t want kids but...Then he starts thinking about it

He observes the happy families that walk around the cobblestone streets of Mondstadt, how the kiddos smile and laugh with their parents. He’ll patrol in the afternoons, usually rounding the corner just in time to see the city’s kids leave school for the day, watching as they all run down the street to go home to their parents or play in the fountain together...Yeah, that really warms his heart

He’d want one or two kids, preferably two to avoid an only child being lonely. He isn’t on the best terms with Diluc but he can admit that they had a great childhood together, playing at the winery and running around as brothers do

Kaeya would be a very patient, understanding father. He doesn’t have much of a temper so he’d use the kids’ mistakes as learning opportunities instead of getting upset at them

He would be obsessed with the kids when they’re babies though oh man if you thought you had baby fever, he has it times ten! He loves holding the baby, watching with a twinkling eye as his baby grasps his thumb with its tiny hand... adorable

And if your kids inherited his eyes, his star shaped pupils that his ancestors passed down to him...He’s gonna get emotional

Everyone at the knights’ headquarters and the Angel’s Share will get sick of him REALLY fast cause he won’t stop bragging about how cute and smart his kids are lmao

Diluc:

Diluc would be such a soft dad don’t even get me started

He loves you so much of course he wants to have kids with you! Is that even a question?? He won’t be the one to bring it up unless he gets the feeling that you want kids but once you ask, he’ll agree so fast

He’ll be grateful to even have one kid with you :’) and he’ll be fine with however many kids YOU want. You want one kid? Perfect! You want four? No problem, the manor is big enough for ten! You...you want ten...? Time to hire some more maids then lmao

Diluc is a worry wart though, he’ll be afraid to hold the baby, feed it, bathe it, he’s terrified of hurting the baby or the baby suddenly hating him. So just help him out!! Cause when he gets comfortable with the baby, he’ll be in full dad mode

He isn’t embarrassed to walk around the manor, conducting business with a baby strapped to his chest!

Diluc is a very kind, gentle dad who will always offer helpful solutions to the kiddos’ problems. He’ll make sure all of their needs are met while also trying to avoid spoiling them... Too much... There will be a fair amount of spoiling...

His own father wasn’t too affectionate with him so that’s why he’ll be affectionate with his kids! Hugs and kisses when he tucks them in at night, big dad hugs when they get home from school, holding their hands in the busy streets of Mondstadt. His father was a great dad! He just aims to be better.

Xiao:

Like Zhongli, he worries about the mortality thing. Since he’s an Adeptus, his kid will certainly be an Adeptus too if you have kids together.

He also worries that his kid(s) will hate him. His duty is to kill demons which means that rain or shine, holidays, special occasions, day or night he’s gotta be ready to go slaughter demonic beings. So he’ll inevitably miss out on important stages in the kiddos’ lives

And admittedly... He’ll be scared of his kids lmao

They’re screaming, crying, barfing, pooping, laughing, screaming again...He can’t predict their behavior. It’s unsettling. All of that goes away one night when you sit him down and place your sleeping baby in his arms. His eyes go wide...And he just watches. This tiny, little baby...Feels no fear for him. It’s comforted by his presence. He almost cries...ALMOST

He’s still pretty much the same Xiao we all know and love but now he has a kid. “Slaying demons is what I do...Hey, go back inside and finish your dinner. Yes, even your vegetables. I don’t care that you don’t like them-...Fine. Don’t tell your mother, bring them to me. I’ll eat them” cute :)

He’s a protective dad and husband, he’d never let anyone or anything harm his beloved family

Venti:

Venti....does not want kids. He thinks they’re cute! He likes the idea of kids but he knows he wouldn’t enjoy actually having kids

You two already have so much fun together!! You don’t need a kid!! You guys have dogs!! Dogs are like kids! But they’re more independent and they’re cuter!

He’ll feel bad if you want kids and he doesn’t, he really will! But it’ll be nearly impossible to convince him cause he’s made his mind up :/

Venti’ll make it up to you somehow though, he’ll take you out more and show you all of the adventures you guys can have if there aren’t kids around

But for the sake of fatherhood headcanons, let’s pretend he gave in. Venti would be a very caring dad. He would cuddle the hell out of this kiddo and sing to them :’) the only problem is that Venti doesn’t like being tethered to one place for too long so he tends to take off and not come back for a few days... :(

Albedo:

Albedo wants kids mostly just to see what fatherhood would be like. He’s always been curious about what that part of his life would be like so why not have a kid

He’d be good with one kid, two at most cause after practically raising Klee, he knows how some kids can be and...He doesn’t have the mental capacity for more than two kids at a time lmao

He tries his best to show more emotion in his face. We all know he usually sits like this 😐 and goes ‘wow im so happy right now’. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he was bored out of his mind right? So he’s gotta work on that. And when he musters up a smile for the baby and it smiles back at him????? Yeah...He’s gonna try to smile a lot more now

He definitely softens up once he becomes a dad, he shows emotion more than he used to and surprisingly, he takes time off of work. Shocker, I know! He decides that he’s been in the lab long enough and that he wants to be able to be there for these moments with you and his kid(s) :’) :’) He trusts Sucrose and Timaeus to take over for him for a couple hours

He keeps a journal for each kid and writes down the date and time they have their firsts or just interesting things they do ->

- 8/4: Baby sees and plays with a cat for the first time

- 9/5: Baby smacked me in the face and laughed so hard she threw up

-9/12: Baby learns that pulling my hair gets my attention. She now continues to do so

-10/15: Baby stays at Aunt Klee’s house for the first time

Baizhu:

Baizhu really loves kids, he works with them a lot and he considers Qiqi to be his daughter anyway but in terms of you guys having a kid together, with his condition he can probably only handle one kid running around

He will do his absolute best to be a good dad. Even if he feels like death, he’ll help change diapers, feed the baby, care for it when you need a break. He isn’t contagious so when you’re sleeping and he feels gross, he’ll sit back against the pillows with the baby on his chest, the three of you resting together (though he doesn’t fall asleep...that would be dangerous for the baby)

Baizhu already tends to nag at you about your health and lifestyle choices but now?? He’ll be a menace. He’ll be constantly evaluating your baby’s condition, checking to see if a certain food is giving them a rash or making sure their skin isn’t drying out. He’s hyper aware of your baby’s health and will be the one to treat them if they get sick

He’s a busy guy since he runs the pharmacy but he will always do his best to be present for your baby’s big milestones! And when your kid cries cause Baizhu’s medicine tastes like shit, he’ll do his best to not be disappointed in their reaction lmao

When you leave him alone with the baby, he’ll wrap a scarf around himself to tie the baby to his chest while he works and...he looks so cute :) dad baizhu <3 <3 <3 <3

Bonus points for him buying the baby toy medical equipment so he can get your kiddo interested in medicine :)

[lolita-lollipop]

Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a young teenage girl, and her bonding and quickly finding comfort with Hizashi, leaving Aizawa to awkwardly attempt at being super soft and all the more gentle to his sensitive little girl, his heart panging with pain every time she flinches or cowers away from him. “You don’t need to be scared of me, kitten.. please”

your little acts of favoritism weren’t necessarily intentional, you hated both of them. they were your brothers teachers, and whoop dee doo, they kidnapped you. but... you liked hizashi more.

it was just something about him that made you believe he was some form of comfort item, probably because he wasnt brooding, and didnt have a mean face, and he was the first human yud ever seen in this place, that all combined into one and he became your rock, your shoulder to cry on. he was just... so nice, although his quirk was loud, somehow he managed to speak softly with you. it was such a bright contrast to at home where two firey blondes always scream at each other, and your father tries to calm it down.

on your first night ever here, you had tried to jump out the window, and were captured by the thick scarves you once admired, hed lectured you, yelled at yiuu even, all you could see were those red eyes of his, and hear his voice. and he scared you, he scared you so much. i guess it justtranslates to now, first impressions are everything, and to you, he looked like a big scary man who would yell at you.

eventually, you stopped caring about how you hated him, or how you wanted to leave, as you clearly never were. so, instead of glaring at them, or crying, you accepted the fact that he was taking care of you. hizashi, hizashi was taking care of you... aizawa though? no way in hell, he was just so... you'd never seen him with a smile, he never tried to talk to you, he just kinda watched you, and it freaked you out, at some point you started believing he was trying to kill you, don't even ask how you came up with that conclusion.

you just couldn't manage to warm up to hi as you'd done so quickly with hizashi, and it showed. you were always tense when alone with him, like he was going to jump out at you any second and stab you, you didnt talk to him , sometimes you felt so anxious around him that you would outright start crying, shaking in some form of fear, or hide yourself under a blanket. although hizashi was proud that you loved him so much, he knew that this was hurting his husband, that his own little girl was scared of him.

so he would always try to coax you into doing things with him, saying things like "can your papa come and help" or "how about we have papa do this with you while I make lunch?", just trying to get him included so you would feel just as comfortable around him as you were with his own self. Sometimes he just left the room to let you have alone time with him. He’d even lectured his husband about how he always looked angry, and that he has to smile form time to time, and not the creepy “I’m gonna kill a villain” smile.

And so Aizawa started trying, not trying to be like hizashi, even that was too much for him, but trying to be nicer, he was a gentle person when he wanted to be, so this came with ease for him, he would tuck you in at night, read you stories, hold you if you cried, feed you, help you bathe (which you usually liked hizashi to do, and in general, inserted himself as a gentle roger in your life. You would expect taht this would work, that because he was so nice to you, because he was so sweet like hizashi, you would accept him as your father.

But nope! Again, first impressions are everything to you, and now, he was written off as the villain of you story, now, you jsut ran off to papa whenever he was around, and didn’t even give him the chance to hang around you, it just made it worse honestly, because now, not only did he look scary, but he also looked fake, which is never good. Every time he would try to if you, you would clutch onto hizashi for dear life, acting like his hand would do nothing but burn you.

Tears would cloud your vision, and he would pulle back, not wanting to cause you any more pain, and jsut stare in. Pure jealousy at his husband, who cooed and gave you a hug.and guess what? You hugged him back, and hid yourself in his chest, willingly, without a fight, without a tear, instead with a smile, most of the times mic wouldn’t interfere, wbatigg ns this to everyone a safe space for you, a place where you should naturally do things, but sometimes, he would give you little bushes int he right direction. Like disappearing completely for my he house so you’ll be forced to talk to Aizawa.

This is one of those times.

Yo been wandering the house for about ten minutes now, waking up form a nap, to find mic absent from his usual place in the rocking chair at your bedside. It was a little after lunchtime, and they’d only given you a small cup of fruit for breakfast (intentional, from mic), you were fairly hungry, and usually he was there to give you food, but you had no idea where he was, you had heard the… other one on the phone in their shared office, but you did not want to talk to him right now.

Aizawa could tell you were awake by the fact that all of the cats were meowing like crazy, and little pattering footsteps had followed his hearing around, mic had left abruptly, probably some little plan of mischief again, he was hizashi after all. He was just waiting for you to either 1: go back to bed, or 2: come to him for help. Mic had specifically told him to follow these rules for after nap time, so he did. And grew progressively more worried as over twenty minutes, trying to read through his students grading work, too distracted by the urge to go find you to accomplish anything.

His worries dissipated though when he saw your little head poking through the door, cat in hand, confused and tired looking, small tears beginning to prick th corners of your eyes, little sniffling sounds left you. His wha specked up form the desk, you’d given up walking around the whole house, your restarting had slowly pent up, you couldn’t manage to find him, and you were so hungry.

“Oh- hey honey, I didn’t know you were up. Do you need something?” He questioned, smiling intently at you, you just inched back into the door frame, breathing heavier by the moment, your hands shook and your head felt like it was going to explode at any point. Youbcontenoajted runnign back to your room and waiting till mic came out where you could hear him, but your stomach grumbled, reminding you how hungry you really are.

“I’m- im looking for daddy. Where is he.” You spoke, a very hushed tone overtook your words, making them almost inaudible for him. His face sunk slowly, he tougher you were actually gonna come for him, but the he remembered taht patience is key, and that he shouldn’t get mad, because it is t your fault taht you’re just a little sensitive, too fragile to handle more than one attachment, he gets it. He jsut at least wanted you to look at him, instead did your little feet, I’m Ayer if you could meet his eyes the. You would see how much he loves you.

“Oh, he left a. Little while ago. Is there something you need from him? Your papa can give him a call if you want, you could even talk to him!” He exclaimed excitedly, plastering that happy smile across his face to seem more inviting, liek mic had told him to do. He stood out of his chair, rounding up the papers and putting them in his file folders.you tried to sink back furthers, almost disappearing behind the doorway, you shook your head aggressively, almost running off, then yet again, your stomach made another noise, and forced you to stay.

“I- no. I’m- im hungry-“ you spluttered, not caring if it was embarrassing that you were stuttering so much, you just wanted food. And calling mic would just get you a lecture on how you could’ve just asked your papa, the same thing would happen whenever you went to uncnecesary lengths to avoid the man, your daddy would make sure you knew that it made him feel bad, while you’d at there bored. Not caring, at all.

“Oh- well you should’ve told me sooner kitten, if I’d known I would be up already. Cmon, let’s go to the kitchen, your daddy made you some food earlier” he spoke, rising from his chair slowly, you cowered slightly as he walked over, clutching the little kitten right to you for comfort, he mewed and snuggled closer, completely asleep. The man sighed when he saw you backing away from his grasp, he knew you were still scared. But he was just so impatient… he was tired of waiting, he wanted to hold you, even if it was jsut foena few minutes. He needed it feel you there with him.

Is he acted quickly, moving in a matter of seconds, he swooped his arm under your leg, and hooked his other around your torso, pulling you straight up into his grasp. Youu huh froze, his hands felt cold as ice on your skin, like they were burning you, immediately after he started walking, it snapped you out of it and you threw a fit. You dig your fingernails into his skin, and kicked and flailed in a panic, still trying to keep the little kitten in your lap safe. A full blown panic washed over you, clogging all your senses.

The dam holding back tears form your eyes crashed, and immediately you were sobbing, biting at his shoulder to let you go, he tried to rub your back to calm you down a bit, but just made it worse, as his hands felt like living anxiety creeping up and down your spine. He didn’t know what to do, let you ride it out, andkk no possibly have you get sick because of how much your crying in an empty stomach? Or let you down and go straight back to square one.

Your veined felt like pure ice had flooded in them, and it felt liek someone was repeatedly jabbing you in the head with tiny needes, fear was jsut so prominent in your sense, it overcame you, and made you whimper and scream.

“Whoah, breath for me alright? I just want to hold you. I’m not going to hurt you okay? I would never hurt you. Kitten… you don’t have to be scared of me” he spoke, trying to keep a proper computers, he wanted to cry with you, he wasn’t a very soft or emotional man but honestly, he was so upset with himself already, this was jsut pushing him for the edge. You cried, and cried, at some point you weren’t even crying and screaming at him, more with him. He held you close, you’d stopped the struggle almost five minutes ago, letting him hold you. It was odd. It almost felt… nice.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m being stupid again” You alien through your remaining little hiccups, shove my your face into his shirt, smelling the woody scent he carried around with him. He cooed, letting you hide yourself from him, savouring this soft moment was of top priorirty in his head… you jsut looked so sweet, so different from those harsh cries that would sound usually whenever he came around.

Who would think, shouts aizawas hand couldn’t feel nice? The same ones that had just been burning you, the ones that made you scream, felt like a breeze on a spring day, he actually felt warm, he felt like happiness, like contentment.

“No hon, it’s not stupid. Your scared. I know that, we all get scared and it’s not a bad thing, I love you, I really, really love you kitten. Just know that” he continued on with his little speech, leaving down to kiss you in the forehead, Jsut to be suprised when you didn’t flinfh, you were too tired to be scared; and too hungry, plus, he was really warm, the cat had pretty much snuggled up to him already, who says you shouldn’t.

“I- um- I love you… to?” You spoke, more of a question than anything, you’d spent so long Harding him that you didn’t know if you even could love him, it didn’t even feel possible, then again, you litterally cling to hizashi like a koala, and your mental state has relaly said “swoopity swoop” and scattered itself everywhere. Maybe having two comfort items was actually better than one… huh.

“Well, let’s go eat then. All taht crying probably made you tired, I’ll let you watch a movie in my office, you can watch pinto again, I know you love taht one. Cmon, let’s go” he spoke, and started walking again, you cuddled closer to him as he did, smiling slightly at the warmth. Hizashi was very extravagant, exiting, and hyper, this man felt very cool, calm, it was such a dark contrast, but it worked so well. You jsut… you Jsut liked it.

Well… now we’ll just have to wait and see who’s the favorite

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Thank you for requesting! It was super fun to write and had me feeling super happy when I finished :)

I’m thinking about doing yandere todoroki family asks, because I’m litterally in love with @i-cant-sing one… so, requests are open for those if you want to put them in (please do I’m begging)

Anywho, have the most wonderful to days today! Goodbye!

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mikey im sad because i just rewatched catfa and steve used to get bullied so bad 💔 do u have any comforting thoughts/headcanons on the matter (or ones to hurt me more)

Hello, friend!!!

Okay, so I definitely think about this a lot, because I think it's often portrayed that Steve has a really thick skin and the bullying sort of... bounces off of him, and while he definitely is able to sort of lift his head above the noise, there's no way it doesn't impact him. Especially because it's affected him since such a young age.

Anyway, so I have this really visceral image of Steve, maybe eight or nine-- on the younger side. And he comes home from school with a split lip and light bruising around his cheekbone, head bowed and shoulders hunched up to his ears as he tries to make a beeline for his room, even as Sarah calls out to him to ask how his day was.

"Fine!" he calls, kicking off his shoes and making to scramble up the stairs.

Sarah peeks her head out from the kitchen, and Steve can hear her mixing something in a bowl where he has his back turned to her.

"Just fine?" she says, and Steve nods, still not turning around.

"Yep," he says quickly. "I'm gonna go up to my room. I wanna draw--" he's already making to take off up the stairs when Sarah clicks her tongue.

"Steven, come here a moment," she says. Steve freezes. "Steven..."

"Ma--"

"Steven, turn around." She sounds a little firmer now, and Steve has had a long day. He really doesn't want to make her mad on top of it.

Keeping his eyes downcast, he turns around, not lifting his head all the way. He doesn't want her to see-- or more, he doesn't want to see her see. He doesn't think he can handle the shame of it. Of his weakness plastered on his face.

Sarah lets out a little gasp, and then the bowl is being placed down on a nearby surface. A moment later, she's kneeling in front of him.

"Steven, oh honey, who did this to you?"

Steve shrugs, still not looking up.

"Darling, you need to tell me who hurt you like this," Sarah says, reaching up to cup his face. Steve flinches a little, and Sarah stops, heart cracking in her chest.

"Just some of the boys in the older classes," Steve mumbles. "It ain't a big deal, ma, I--" But he can't finish the sentence. It's a lie, anyhow, and Steve prides himself in being a fine liar, but never to his ma. It was a big deal-- is a big deal. At least, it feels big in his head. Big and painful and embarrassing, the way they'd pushed him to the ground and gotten real close and real loud and real mean. Calling him names he knows he's not allowed to repeat and sneering things that make his belly hurt enough for him to want to sick up. Tears fill his eyes and he sniffles real big, ducking his head.

"Oh, Steven," Sarah sighs, pulling him in for a hug. "Come here, darling."

And that's all it takes. Steve lets out a sob, curling into his ma's arms-- the safest place he knows. She holds him close, and Steve tries not to think about the way the bruises around his eyes ache as he cries.

"What's-- what's wrong with me, ma?" he sobs. "Am I really so bad?"

Sarah lets out a soft noise, hugging him tighter. "No, Steven, you're not bad. You're not bad; it's them who don't want to see all the good in you. And there is so much good inside of you-- so much that sometimes I'm worried it might fill up the whole world."

And Steve doesn't really believe that. He doesn't think someone so good could be so dirty all the way inside, but something tells him his ma doesn't wanna hear that. So he doesn't say it.

Instead, he curls closer, and the noise in his head quiets a little. His ma thinks he's good, and maybe that's all he needs.

[muffindaddystyles]

Will mafia!h and Y/N will have babies? 🥺💓

IM SO SORRY TO TELL YOU THIS BESTIE BUT.... </3

39. " I'm not saying a goodbye."

It was raining. Skies a gloomy shade of cinereal. Harry’s sleek car came to a screeching halt infront of the vast threshold of his home -- his grin pearlish, eyes twinkling a spark as he gets out of the car not caring to close the door behind. He greets his staff and strides two steps together with a gorgeous bunch of his lovie’s favourite flowers now dewy with raindrops and his nose twitched upon sniffing the vanilla-y smell while passing the kitchen and with his beam never vanishing he leaned into the doorframe asking the people inside, “’Ave y'seen Y/N?” Only for them to shake their heads in uncertainty.

She hasn’t showed herself downstairs since morning and even though it’s very odd of her not to chirp around the mansion nobody went to knock at her door to inquire, they think she deserves privacy.

This time they should have because when Harry barged inside their room it was caliginous with curtains shut and lights dimmed to zero.

“Lovie?” His cheery voice clamoured against the walls, a sour feeling he couldn’t be aware of pinches him in throat as he bobbed his head around to look for her and it perked up when a shadow falls on his feet.

“Baby?” His smile quirked back onto his confused features and he narrowed his eyelids to take in her presence through the darkness of wardrobe, “Harry.” A shaky whisper floated towards him and before that sweet call she was falling against his chest.

“Y/N ... baby —-,” His stumped chuckle halted, his brain numbed for a moment when his fingertips brushed up her back to push her closer to him and they trembled as they collected the wetness there. His heart bleaks a stinging pain into it’s cords, his breath shuddered coldly, flowers falling sadly beside their feet and his eyes earths with tears of panic, angst and torment.

His fingertips coating in his love's thick blood.

“I –- ‘m .. you –.. you’re h-hu —- hurt,” He stammered through a whimper hand wrapping around the dagger whose half end’s stabbed into Y/N's spine, her weak frail body unresponsive though she could listen to him.

“Who did this to you! Who did this to you!?” His screams and cries startled everyone downstairs and they rushed up to see what’s happening, to be shocked by their sights of Y/N limp in Harry’s embrace.

He turned his neck to shout at them, “I need a hand t’help me!!” His eyes bloodshot and Niall his best-man scurried over to them as Harry carried Y/N and laid her on her tummy on the bed, he slips onto his knees putting his chin on the mattress to look in her hazy painful eyes -- tears caged in them but never flowing down.

“Harry ...” She mumbled grittily in agony lifting her shaky fingers to pet his face and like an affection starved kitten Harry doesn’t let her tire herself and gets closer to her himself, “Niall bring the first aid, it’s under the sink.” He commands him not letting his eyes drift from over her angelic face.

“You’re okay baby. You’re okay, I know how to stitch up knife wounds.” He sniffled sucking in a breath trying to be brave for her and she just smiled gorgeously, lips blue and cheeks draining out of her usual berry stain.

“Jesus. Harry she’s been stabbed thrice, those fuckers,” Niall’s words wavered in fear and sympathy for Y/N. He squeezed Harry’s shoulder as Harry sobbed upon hearing that, “No –-... no, no! It’s still okay yeah poppet? I’m g’na get y'alright.” He wanted to covers his eyes to block the hurting groans Y/N elicited and he cradled her soft face in his warm palms in comparison to her temperature, touching their temples to pray together.

“Harry li .. listen to —- to me,” She gasps eyes flittering over his shoulder towards Bambi and Thumper the two dogs that had gotten overly fond of her, Harry’s blurry gaze follows her enfeebled gesture for them to come near her.

They whined and howled sadly flopping beside Harry and Harry hiccupped into his elbow shaking his head when Y/N put her hand under their ears in effort to scratch them but wasn’t able to unfortunately, “Hi babies. You’re gonna look after dad after ‘m gone?” Everyone cried at that watching her soul leave their dull lives that watered colourful upon her arrival.

“Don’t say that! Don’t y'dare say that!” Harry sobbed rushing to hug her tightly, the front of his shirt loathing crimson and she hissed looping her arm against his neck when Niall pulled the dagger out from her lower spine gradually and slowly not to hurt her.

“’M so sorry baby, sorry for being the reason of y’pain.” His tears dampened her already sweaty crook of neck, “Pr – promise me t-that that you’ll have some —.. someone who lov‐-.. loves –--,” She whimpered. Her body jerked into him with a force and she pushed him weakly away to stitch her lips tenderly against his's.

“Tell me bubby. Ha—- have I loved y'enough?” She cooed into their kiss and Harry bolted his eyes shut, poisonous sobs wrecking out of his chest.

“Tell me before, I go ...” Her heartbeat started dropping insanely, her lips wobbled, toes curling with life excavating out of her, “Y'have. Y'have don’t go baby, I’m not saying a goodbye!” He cried showering her in kisses for the one last time and pets her hair, eyes closed praying she takes him with herself because he'd never recover from the pain of loosing the only person he loved more than himself, the person who made hum love himself.

“I love you ..” She whispered, her loving kind eyes locked against his’s and the pool of honey around her rims expanded, her lips parted around the gasping breaths and Harry begged and pleaded — a side of him no-one has ever witnessed as he twisted in anguish considering himself the unluckiest man on the earth for letting his lover go like this, in the worst possible way.

“I love you, I thought I’d never be capable of, y'made me worthy darling. I'll always love you baby....” He shrieked into her chest heaving her up gently to embrace her properly and even though he knew she was no more with him, he fooled himself into thinking so.

If it was possible he’d have clawed his ribs to pluck out his heart in return of hers and he felt like the sun and earth had crashed vanishing away the time spaces as he sat there crying and crying mourning the loss of his lovie that could never be healed by anything in this whole word.

He keeps on holding her, rocking back and forth as he lulls her to slumber of death.

It hurts. It hurts so bad.

His heart weeps.

His soul aches.

When rain stopped and that tranquil silence doomed over them, rage filled his every pore and vein.

He knew who did this. Harry has played dirty but he has never played unfair. It was this gang of companies who sabotaged and destructed the orphanages at the property which belonged to his mother (but the papers weren’t clear) to build restaurants and apartments there so Harry took revenge by burning acres of their illegal drug running underground factory and rebuilt the orphanages and took Y/N to one of their charity events.

She was the happiest he had ever seen her.

It’s like a gun barrel clicked in. A firecracker catching the fuse of ashe to burst everything into flames as Harry laid her with ever most tenderness and kissed her temple, her lifeless eyelids and her chapped lips.

Cleaned the streak of blood with his sleeve and didn’t wipe his tears away bashing out of the room, everyone stepped away as Niall lunged infront of him to stop him before he goes to cause damage to himself more than to them for being in such a vulnerable and weak state.

“Step away.” He growled angrily, gaze fiery and dangerous.

“No.” Niall sighed.

“I wouldn’t get her buried in sucha cold blood. She didn’t deserved this, hell nobody does.” Harry kissed his teeth together gripping at his hair ruthlessly, cheeks dry with tears, his limbs trembling, his head spinning.

“Anyone who wouldn’t follow my orders gets their kneecaps blow-off.” He grunted -- nostrils flaring and saying this he went away, snatching his guns from the console and ordered his men to find the security guards that had their duties at the main gates.

In just a day he hunted each of those monsters down like a hungry wolf and gave them such punished, tortured deaths that each one fell in Harry’s feet for his mercy but his heart was turned into a stone already because the only warmth it had there was because of one person and that person’s gone leaving him to survive in this hellhole alone while he dragged these bastards to the depths of firepits.

Once, coming back home to her. To his sunshine, to his soul and life, to his reasons of getting up every morning so he would get to spend time with her —- he broke down. Into shattered bits and pieces of remorse, guilt and sadness feeling himself so small and hurtable as he cried to himself all alone in their garden with no-one to console him where he’ll come to meet her daily.

He wants to rip his skin apart and set it on fire for his beating heart to stop, for it stop feeling.

He feels sick. Fainting, in urgency and desperation to hold his baby and never let go.

To lay down with her under the soil if that's possible.

his only reason to live.

His only beloved.

.

The wind giggles through pink leaves of cherry blossom tree, lush grass resting peacefully and Harry smiles to himself treading towards his two most favourite people in the world.

The spring being their heartiest month.

“Azalea! What y’chattering ‘bout t'mum?” He asks and nods proudly when his lil boy stands up from his cross position on the ground from beside his mother and brushes the grassy spikes from his cherry printed shorts with his little pudgy hands.

“My first day at school dada!” The four years old squeals and Harry scoops him up in his arms, kissing his cheek again amount less times, “Is that so, huh! huh!” He tickles his little bun.

Y/N was right. Isn’t she always. Harry chuckles. Even if she’s gone he still feels loved from her, she’s in the rains, in the sweaters he wears when he feels shallow, in the scent of his pillows, she’s in the vanilla smell of their favourite cupcakes – she’s in his dreams and that name of their son, Azalea.

She always wanted to name their first born Azalea, a blooming flower that happens to be a vibrant pink, a gift of spring, are floriferous in sunshine and she'd always say that Harry would be their sun.

Their ever source of happiness.

Azalea was three days old when his mother died and Harry took him home even though not sure of his own decision but something in those little eyes that matches his mommy made Harry’s heart attract towards him so much he brought him without another thought.

A home he built with Y/N. The curtains of the mansion still remains pushed back wide, flower vases on every furniture, not a day goes by when anyone doesn’t misses her and the ducklings has grown so much that Y/N would have been spinning in happiness around.

Nothing has changed, life’s fleeting for everyone except for Harry. He counts each day and night that goes without her beside him in his sleep, in the little picnics with Azalea and Niall, in the story reading at nights with his baby, in kitchen to watch the winters first rain prattling against that one window that’s old enough to carry the remains of his ancestors, she’s never there to share a noodle pot with him while he sits and eat alone, never there to patch his favourite socks back, to kiss his forehead whenever he leaves home, to call him sweet names and to laugh with him on his silly jokes, to do thumb fights, to get angry with him whenever he refuses to layer himself in cold.

Never.

Never physically. But, she’s always there in his heart, her presence lurks around him and he could feel the warmth of her wrapping around him whenever he falls asleep watching telly.

“What did y'learn today bubba?” He asks Azalea and grins cheekily when Azalea babbles, “Colours!”

“That’s fuckin’ amazin'!” At that a huge gush of breeze hits him in face a tiny branch of the tree they’re standing under falls on his head.

“Kay' kay fine! No cursing.” He squeaks in defence pouting down at the grave of his lovie and his face splits into a grin when his hair glittered up with cherry blossom leaves.

“We miss you very much,” His voice heavy and sad. He gulps chokingly and blinks away the glossiness, stroking a thumb up Azalea cheek who’s sitting in Harry’s lap.

Every evening they come to meet Y/N, the hole in his heart couldn’t fill up of her void but the soothing feeling of relief that she’s in their garden and nearer to him has lessened the grief.

“G’na meet you tomorrow, our baby’s mighty hungry.” He chuckles hearing the grumbling noises coming from Azalea’s belly.

“You’re so cheeky baby.” His eyes glimmers and he feels himself swooning into breeze, “How’s it going in heaven?” He asks airily tracing his initials beside her beautiful name engraved at the tombstone and it’s like she’s scolding him when he gets a nip on his pointy finger.

“Azalea kiss mommy a goodbye.” Harry breaks into laughter when Azalea bobs his head and almost tumbles of his daddy’s lap in the effort to reach the tombstone.

“Goodbye beautiful.” Harry whispers kissing the top of her tombstone and his heart bursts into lilacs when once again he’s showered into petal like leaves.

“I love you too, baby.” Finally he has accepted to say goodbyes.