#im in like a panic state of wanting to just pick up and leave again idk what im doing im too much of an adult i want to go back i want!!! to

[juleswritesstuff]

hiiii angel!! I looooved your jegulus fics, so could i request a jegulus x fem reader where harry's their son (ofc) and like the grown-ups have a small fight(nothing too sirius) and lil har (who's living a pretty normal life) who's just like 12 or so thinks his mum is leaving(effect of too many muggle movies n shows lmao) and he panics a bit and it gets a lil angsty but then they all comfort him and cuddle while watching something disney perhaps? im sry if its too detailed hehe have a good day <3!

Hi to youuu! This was such a cute request, I loved writing it <3

I hope I did it justice 💗

poly!jegulus x fem!reader

warnings: none

The argument wasn’t even that serious. At least, not in your mind.

James had left the laundry half-done again, Regulus was on his usual tirade about “order” and “structure” in the house again, and you-

Well, you were just trying to drink your tea in peace. 

But, as always, the Potter-Black household couldn’t stay quiet for long.

“I’m just saying-” you sigh, placing your cup down a little harder than necessary “-if you start a chore, finish it. It’s really not that complicated, James”

James, standing in the kitchen, his hands still damp from Merlin-knows-what, throws them up dramatically “I was going to finish it! But then Pads called, and I got distracted”

You suppress a laugh. Of course Sirius was involved.

“Oh, of course” Regulus, seated stiffly at the dining table with his arms crossed like an old-world aristocrat surveying an unworthy subject, lets out a sharp, unimpressed scoff “ Because when Sirius calls, the entire world must stop, and we must all kneel at his feet in reverence”

James pouts, looking genuinely wounded “That’s not true”

You glance at Regulus just in time to catch his expression. One perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched, lips curled into that ‘really?’ smirk he does so well.

You rub your temples, already feeling the impending headache from their antics.

 “James, love, you always do this. You start something, get distracted, and then I end up finishing half your chores because I don’t want Regulus to have an aneurysm”

Regulus clicks his tongue “I do not-”

“Yes, you do” you interrupt “You dramatically sigh, shake your head, and look at me like I’ve let down the entirety of England by allowing James to run unchecked”

James snorts, shoulders shaking with laughter. Regulus shoots him a glare.

“Look-” James says, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair “-it’s just laundry. It’s not like I forgot to pick Harry up or left a potion brewing unattended”

“Not this time” Regulus narrows his eyes.

A dramatic gasp leaves James’ lips.

“I have never, not once in my life, forgotten about my own son, thank you very much” he states, only for his expression to turn a little sheepish as he adds “About the potions, though-”

And you want to laugh, you really do. At the absurdity of the situation, at James’ antics, at Regulus’ vein on his temple almost throbbing from the half-scowl he is sporting. 

But it’s late, you are tired and there’s still a pile of unwashed clothes sitting in the corner who is just waiting for someone to take care of it.

“You know what? Whatever. I’ll just do it myself” you groan, pushing your chair back.

That’s when you hear it. 

A sharp intake of breath from the doorway.

Harry.

You turn and find your son standing there, his posture too rigid, his face too carefully blank. His eyes flicker between the three of you, sharp and searching, and suddenly, the air in the room feels heavier.

Your frustration evaporates in an instant.

“Mum ?” he asks, his voice measured but tight “Are you guys… okay?”

The shift in mood is immediate.

“What ?” James blinks, his lighthearted demeanor slipping instantly.

Harry’s fingers twitch slightly at his sides, his weight shifting from foot to foot almost nervously.

“It’s just- you’re arguing, and it sounds kind of serious, and I-” he hesitates, like he’s not sure he wants to say the next part out loud “I just want to know if I should… be worried”

Your stomach twists. Hard.

Regulus immediately straightens, his earlier exasperation vanishing. “Harry” he says, voice softer now, careful “Of course not”

James frowns, concern overtaking his features. 

“Hold on, you thought-” his voice falters for a second before his face shifts into something stricken, pained “Oh, mate”

But you-

Your breath catches in your throat.

Worried ?

Your heart clenches, sharp and painful, because-

Oh, sweetheart, no. 

You step forward instinctively, reaching for him, like touching him will tether you both to reality, to the undeniable fact that you would never -never- leave him. None of you would.

“Sweetie-” you press a gentle hand to his arm, stroking gently, making him feel your warmth, your presence “-this wasn’t anything serious. We were just bickering. It’s normal”

Your voice almost cracks at the sight of his big, worried eyes.

Harry exhales, but his jaw is still tight.

“Yeah, but-” he lets out a humorless chuckle, but there’s something bitter underneath “-in those Muggle movies you showed us…the parents start arguing about stupid things and pretend it’s nothing, and then boom, divorce”

Your stomach lurches.

Regulus’ breath catches in his throat.

James looks horrified, like someone has just told him Quidditch was canceled forever “Laundry isn’t a ‘boom divorce’ argument! It’s a ‘James is a little shit but we love him anyway’ argument”

“It’s true” Regulus lets out a quiet breath, something almost like a laugh -but there’s no humor in it.

James looks beyond offended.

But you’re barely listening.

Your chest is still tight, your fingers gripping Harry’s arm a little too firmly, because he actually thought you might leave. 

That one argument over laundry could break apart his world.

For the first time in years, something close to heartbreak flares in your chest.

Harry, your baby, your bright-eyed, brilliant, sarcastic little boy -the one who still rolls his eyes when you kiss his forehead but leans into it anyway- he actually thought that you’d walk away. That you’d leave him behind.

And the thought alone almost knocks the breath out of you.

You swallow past the ache, past the guilt clawing at your throat. 

“Harry” your voice is firmer now, but no less gentle “Love, I promise you- we argue, yes, but it doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. It doesn’t mean we’re leaving”

“No ?” 

That one word, that single uncertain word coming out if your little boy’s mouth is almost enough to make your heart stop. 

“No, sweetie-” you reassure him, trying your hardest to ignore the lump in your throat as you take his little hand in yours “-Merlin, no. No one’s leaving, ok ?”

Regulus steps closer, voice still uncharacteristically gentle “We are a family. That doesn’t change just because your dad is insufferable about chores”

“I feel attacked” James mutters, always the one to brighten up the mood. Even when he was panicking and worried himself at the idea of his son having such dark thoughts.

He concealed it well, but not well enough for you and Regulus not to notice.

Harry finally huffs a small laugh, some of the tension leaving his frame.

James grins and pulls him into a loose hug, ruffling his already messy hair and smacking a loud kiss on his forehead “Harry, you really thought we’d let something as stupid as unfinished laundry break up our family ?”

Harry hesitates for half a second before leaning into the embrace. 

“I mean-” he says, muffled against James’s shoulder “I wouldn’t put it past Dad to actually file for divorce over a mess”

Regulus scoffs “That is not true”

Harry pulls back just enough to raise an eyebrow at him, in a way so Regulus-like that you almost start laughing.

Regulus huffs “…Mostly not true”

James cackles, tightening his grip on Harry. Harry follows him, the corners of his lips tilting up in a genuine smile, the frown between his eyebrows melting away.

You feel like you are able to breathe after centuries of suffocation, your son’s smile being the oxygen you need to live.

“See ?” you reach out, running your fingers through Harry’s hair, pressing a soft kiss to his temple “We’re fine. We’ll always be fine”

Harry lets out a breath, and for the first time since he walked in, he fully relaxes.

The heaviest of weights suddenly gets lifted from your chest.

“Alright, I think we need something comforting after all that” after a pause, you smile looking at your son knowingly “Disney movie ?”

Harry tilts his head up so fast his glasses bounce on his nose. The sight is so endearing you almost melt to a puddle on the floor.

“Can we watch The Lion King ?” he asks, eyes sparkling and full of hope.

“Must we ?” James groans like he’s in physical pain “That movie makes me cry every time”

“Oh, yes” Regulus’ mouth curls up in that scheming way of his “Let’s absolutely watch The Lion King”

James groans again, dramatically flopping backward like a man defeated “I don’t know why I suffer like this”

Regulus rolls his eyes but tugs him up by his sleeve “Come on, drama queen”

By the time you all curl up on the couch, James is wedged between you and Regulus, and Harry is sprawled comfortably against his side, absently toying with the hem of James’s sleeve. The tension from earlier is completely gone, replaced by something much warmer, much safer.

Halfway through the movie, you glance over at Regulus. He’s still watching, his sharp features soft in the glow of the screen. James shifts slightly, reaching out to take his hand, thumb brushing over Regulus’s knuckles.

Harry watches the movement, a small, quiet smile tugging at his lips.

You catch his expression, and something warm blooms in your chest. Because this -this closeness, this love, this undeniable proof that you are his family- is what he needed to see.

You squeeze James’s other hand, and he turns to you, his expression sleepy but affectionate. He leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, then shifts to nudge Regulus with his nose until he relents and kisses him too.

Harry lets out a small, amused sound, shaking his head.

“You guys are so- ” he doesn’t finish the sentence, but his voice is lighter, more at ease.

Regulus smirks “So?”

Harry just smiles “Never mind”

A comfortable silence settles between the four of you, the only sound coming from the movie playing in the background.

Then, without warning, Harry shifts. 

It happens so fast that neither of you can react properly before there’s suddenly a twelve-year-old boy flopping dramatically across your laps. His head lands squarely in yours, his legs stretch across Regulus’, and his back presses against James, pinning him in place like an overgrown cat making himself comfortable.

James lets out a surprised ‘oof’, a playful smile on his face as his arms come to rest on your son’s stomach.

Regulus, however, blinks down at the boy now draped over him like a human blanket. “Are you serious?”

“Nope, that’s Uncle Pads” Harry quips, grinning up at him from your lap.

Regulus exhales, long and suffering, and gives you a look. But his lips twitch, betraying him, as he mutters “You are so your father’s child-”

James perks up immediately, grinning proudly “He really is, isn’t he?”

“-and i did not sign up to be used as furniture” Regulus groans, but you can see the way he, instead of moving Harry off of him, shifts slightly, adjusting so the weight is more comfortable, making room for him.

You snort, tucking your feet up onto the couch, smoothing back your son’s hair, fingers slipping easily through the messy strands. 

You glance down at him, warmth flooding your chest at the sight of him looking so utterly at ease. He’s always been sharp and quick-witted, always acting like he’s too cool for affection -but now, with his head resting in your lap and his legs draped across Regulus as he smiles at him like a cheshire cat that got his way, he looks young again. Safe.

Your heart swells.

“Comfy ?” you chuckle, your thumb smoothing over Harry’s soft cheek.

“Very” he sighs dramatically, shifting just enough to make sure he’s well and truly settled, as if the three of you exist purely for his comfort.

Regulus exhales sharply, looking at you as if you can possibly fix this.

“Welcome to parenthood, love” you just shrug, biting back a smile.

Regulus huffs a light, slightly incredulous laugh, but his arms come to rest absentmindedly on Harry’s legs, hands rubbing his shins lightly over the soft fabric of those ridiculous deer printed pajama pants Sirius (and, with not little compliant from his part, Remus) had gifted him on his birthday, a soft glint in his silver eyes as he looks at your little boy and his mischievous grin. 

He looks so much like James like this. Carefree, young James, who ran through Hogwarts’ hallways without a care in the world just to see you and Regulus at the end of your class, and spouted the most absurd pick-up lines you have ever heard in your entire life still to this day.

Your gaze meets Regulus’ and you know he is thinking the same exact thing, the warm fondness in his features giving him away.

Who knew, back then, that those cheesy words and that same troublemaker smile, so similar to the one on your son’s face, would’ve led you here ?

The movie plays on, the soft glow of the television flickering over the four of you, but it’s almost secondary to the warmth settling between you all.

At some point, James shifts, letting his head drop against your shoulder, his hair tickling your neck. 

You hear him sigh. Content, comfortable.

Regulus chuckles “Are you planning to stay there forever?”

“Mmh…”James hums, making a big show of burrowing further into you before turning to press his face into Regulus’s shoulder instead “Yes”

Regulus tenses for all of three seconds before sighing and adjusting slightly. Just enough to make space for him. 

“You silly man” he murmurs, but one of his hands moves from Harry’s legs to James’s hair, fingers brushing through the still unruly as ever strands in slow, absent patterns.

You smirk, reaching over to do the same, your fingers tangling into James’s curls from the other side.

James lets out a pleased little sound, muffled against Regulus’s sweater “You both love me so much”

“Says who ?” Regulus huffs, though his fingers never stop moving. 

“The nearly fifteen years you’ve spent by my side ?” James muses, looking as smug as he did back in Hogwarts, his hair a perpetual mess and that grin that magically got him out of every trouble. 

“I’m afraid he might be right with this one” you laugh softly, letting your hand drift down to squeeze James’s shoulder, your eyes still on Regulus.

Harry, still sprawled across all three of you, cranes his neck just enough to squint up at his father “Papa, do you really require this much attention at all times?”

James, without shame, nods “Yes”

You let out a snort, because it is the truth. And even Harry noticed it.

The movie continues, and the familiar opening notes of the stampede scene start playing. 

James, already bracing himself, shifts slightly in his seat.

Regulus notices instantly. 

“Oh, for- James, are you actually-”

Harry shifts slightly, glancing up at James “Are you crying yet?”

“No” James says preemptively, voice wobbly, his eyes slowly but surely welling with tears.

You smirk “Oh, you absolutely are, Jamie”

“I am not” James insists, voice cracking slightly.

Harry snickers, tapping James’ hand on his tummy in what you are sure is supposed to be a reassuring but still teasing gesture “Sure, Papa”

“It’s not my fault this scene is heartbreaking” James groans, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand.

Regulus hums, unimpressed "It’s a children’s film, James"

"With emotional depth, Reggie!" James gestures wildly with one hand while the other stays firmly wrapped around Harry, who’s still sprawled across all three of you "Do you even have a heart?"

Regulus huffs, lips twitching "No. I sold it the day I met you"

You bite back a grin, watching the way Regulus tries –and fails– to keep a straight face while you press a kiss into James’ curls.

The movie continues to roll, but the warmth of the moment feels like it’s come to life beyond the screen. 

The laughter, the shared glances, the quiet affection -it all wraps around you like a cozy blanket, the kind you never want to leave. 

Harry, still nestled in your lap, lets out a soft sigh, his eyelids drooping as the comfort of the scene lulls him into relaxation. His head, heavy with sleep, tilts gently against your stomach, and you let out a contented breath, your hand brushing through his hair once again.

James shifts, peering down at him “We’re losing him”

You smile, reaching over to brush a few stray strands of hair from Harry’s forehead, his eyes fighting to stay open, trying not to lose their battle against exhaustion.

Regulus, still stroking James’s hair, tilts his head slightly “You’re next”

James gasps, scandalized “I am a grown man, Regulus. I do not just-” He pauses to yawn. Loudly.

“Mmhm. Sure” Regulus smirks.

You chuckle, pressing a kiss to James’s temple before tilting your head to catch Regulus’s gaze. He’s already watching you, something unreadable but unmistakably fond in his expression.

You reach for his hand, lacing your fingers together, and squeeze gently. He exhales, and then, slowly, without fanfare, he leans his head against James’, his free hand coming up to rest lightly over yours.

There’s a long moment of quiet, just the soft hum of the credits rolling in the background.

And then, in the silence-

“Reggie?” James mumbles sleepily, voice thick with drowsiness.

“Mmh ?”

James lifts his head just enough to squint at him, a lazy grin curling at his lips. “You definitely cried when Harry was born”

Regulus stills. His hand falters where it’s been absentmindedly tracing circles against your thigh, fingers going stiff. 

“What does that have to do with anything right now ?” he asks, his mask of indignation barely holding on.

A quiet snicker breaks the stillness. You glance down to find Harry --half-asleep but still listening– curled up against you, his warm breath fanning across your skin. 

He shifts just enough to peer up at Regulus, his voice drowsy but amused “Did you really?”

James grins, tightening his arm around your waist as if to anchor himself. 

“Oh, like a baby” he confirms, his voice rich with teasing as he looks at Harry with a fond but teasing smile “Mum held you up, love, and Reg absolutely lost it. Sobbing. Whole thing.”

You smother a laugh against the back of your hand. 

“I remember” you add, tilting your head to meet Regulus’s gaze “You clung to me like I was going to disappear. Kept saying, ‘He’s so small. He’s so small’”

Regulus exhales, rolling his eyes, though there’s no true irritation -just that quiet, reluctant fondness that always softens his edges when it comes to you, to James, to your son. 

“He was small” he mutters, his fingers resuming their slow, soothing strokes along Harry’s leg.

James hums, rubbing circles into your hip with his thumb. 

“He fit in my hands” he murmurs, a note of awe still lingering in his voice even now “I thought if I breathed wrong, I’d break him”

You smile fondly as the memories of that day flow through your mind. You remember being a mess, tears rolling down your eyes uncontrollably as soon as the nurse put Harry, your baby, your most precious treasure, in your arms for the first time.

And, yet, you also vividly remember that, despite the wreckage that you were, James and Regulus managed to be an even bigger trainwreck.

Harry makes a soft noise, shifting slightly between you. His words come slow and heavy with sleep “’M still here, though”

Regulus’s expression softens as he glances down at him. 

“Yes” his hand drifts almost absently to smooth over Harry’s curls, his fingers gentle and careful “You are”

Harry’s lips curl in a sleepy, knowing smile “Bet you love me even more now”

Regulus huffs a quiet laugh, thumb brushing along his son’s temple. 

“I do” he admits, an emotion in his voice, in his eyes, that he rarely lets shine through.

You and James just smile at each other fondly, sharing Regulus’ sentiment, the love etched in his gaze.

Harry, now fully amused, drowsily smirks up at him “Aw, Dad. You do have a heart”

Regulus exhales, shaking his head in bewilderment. Half of that lovely spark in his eyes turning into amusement.

“Oh, you little shit. You've been spending way too much time with uncle Sirius, you know ?” the words are warm, practically dripping in affection. And instead of pulling away, Regulus lets his hand settle on Harry’s arm, fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns.

But there’s a glint in his gaze that both you and James seem to notice, a smile blooming on your faces. 

Before Harry can react, Regulus’ hand moves down to his side, fingers pressing lightly against his ribs, just enough to make him squirm. Harry lets out a startled yelp, his body twitching instinctively as a breathy laugh spills from his lips.

“Wait- Dad- no-” Harry gasps between shrieks, already trying to wriggle away, but there’s nowhere to go. He’s sprawled across all of you, completely trapped.

“Oh ? I thought I was being soft ?” Regulus only smirks, his fingers dancing against Harry’s side, pressing gently into the most ticklish spots with practiced precision.

You grin, watching fondly as Harry flails, his laughter bubbling uncontrollably “Mercy ! Please !”

Regulus hums, pretending to consider it. 

“Hmm. Fine” he finally lets up just enough for Harry to catch his breath, fingers slowing to a gentle, absentminded rub against his ribs instead.

By the time Regulus is done with his little revenge Harry is breathless, his body lax and boneless. His laughter has faded into soft, lingering giggles, the kind that bubble up after being tickled senseless, but even those are growing quieter.

Regulus’ hands are back on your son’s leg, his touch softened, slow and rhythmic, lulling instead of teasing. He traces gentle circles against Harry’s shin and calf, fingertips barely there, and Harry exhales one last sleepy hum of contentment before completely melting into the warmth of all three of you.

A quiet settles over the room again, the kind that feels like home, like the calm after a summer rain, like steady heartbeats and shared breaths.

You can’t help but smile, watching them, watching all of them, as the flickering light from the television dances across their faces.

You feel the familiar pulse of warmth and affection surge through you. 

This is your family. Your chaotic, imperfect, but undeniably yours family.

James lets out a slow exhale, shifting slightly so that he can get more comfortable, but not enough to disturb Harry. His arm tightens just a little around your waist, pulling you closer, and you let yourself lean into him, your fingers brushing lightly over his chest.

Regulus tilts his head, watching Harry’s face, the way his lashes flutter slightly against his cheeks before going still “He’s asleep”

“Didn’t take long” James lets out a quiet chuckle, his lips curving into a fond smile.

Your chest tightens with emotion at the sight of your little boy, his face serene and content as he succumbs to the tiredness. And you can’t help but lean down, your hand gently cupping Harry’s cheek as he shifts slightly, snuggling deeper into your lap. His warm breath is a steady rhythm against your stomach.

You lean down and press a soft kiss to the crown of his head, your lips lingering there for just a second longer than usual. 

He stirs slightly but doesn’t wake. 

Your heart clenches, that protective, overwhelming love filling every inch of your chest.

James’ voice, muffled against Regulus’s shoulder, breaks the comfortable silence. 

“I love this” he says quietly, almost as if to himself, his voice filled with contentment.

Regulus doesn’t respond, but you can see the way his hand stills for a brief second before continuing to move, the gesture one of affection and care, as if he’s trying to imprint this moment in his memory forever.

Finally, you exhale, your voice quieter now, the warmth of the moment settling deep in your chest as you take it all in. 

Your family, your home, the three most important people of your life. 

“Me too” you murmur, your fingers brushing absently through Harry’s hair, holding onto this quiet, fleeting peace.

“I didn’t think I’d end up here” Regulus’ voice cuts through your thoughts, eyes locked on the screen, but you know his words are meant for you and James.

You glance up at him, surprise flickering through your heart “What do you mean?”

He shrugs, a nonchalant movement that tries to mask the emotion beneath. 

“This...us,” he gestures around the room, his gaze sweeping over the three of you and your little treasure asleep on your laps “This wasn’t exactly in my plans. Or in my dreams”

You watch Regulus for a moment, the flickering light of the television casting soft shadows across his face. He’s not looking at you, not fully, but there’s something unguarded in his expression.

James shifts slightly, enough not to wake up Harry, lifting his head just enough to glance at Regulus with a lazy, knowing smile. 

“Yeah, well-” he murmurs, voice laced with fond amusement “-neither was falling for a reckless Gryffindor and the most beautiful woman in the world, I bet. But you did anyway”

“O-ho” you chuckle softly, your fingers gently stroking through James’s messy hair. “You really know how to flatter a person, don’t you?” you tease, your tone warm, though there’s a gentle smile playing at your lips.

Regulus’s lips curl into a small, fond smile at your words, but he doesn’t say anything right away. He’s too busy watching you, a soft intensity in his gaze. 

“It’s true, though,” he murmurs after a moment, his voice uncharacteristically soft “I didn’t expect…this. At all”

“And ?” you ask softly, your grip on his hand firm, warm “Any regrets ?” 

Regulus finally looks at you then, silver eyes meeting yours for half a second before shifting to the man in between your bodies whose sleepy smile was still more blinding than the sun, and the little boy sleeping soundly on top of you who brought the greatest joy in your lives. 

“No,” he admits, quieter now, a genuine curve on his lips “No regrets”

James hums thoughtfully “Not even when I forget the laundry? Or leave potions ingredients out? Or-”

“I suggest you to stop talking before I change my answer, baby” 

James smiles that mischievous grin of his, but doesn’t replicate, his hold on you and Regulus tightening just a bit.

And in this moment, as sleep threatens to take not only you but the men by your side too, you can't help but think that you wouldn't change a thing about your family.

Your imperfectly perfect chaotic family.

As Regulus said. 

No regrets.

Laundry could definitely wait.

[swifty-fox]

So loved kitchen sink part 2!! Everything you write is amazing no joke

Just finished reading it for the second time and I was wondering what about the sensory deprivation hot John’s hard limit? How did Gale feel in that moment? What did the aftercare look like for them?

In a similar vein but not totally related has Gale ever had to safe word in the past or future (with John or otherwise)? What are his some of his limits?

I know in the first one Gale mentioned a few things that were nos but I’m curious how he discovered them!

Always happy to see your name on the AO3 email I can’t wait for the next cicada season update too!

oh i love all these questions anon! bear with me imd very stoned lets hope this comes out coherent.

I think for John he's SUCH a tactile person. He's always picking trouble, hanging off someone, running his mouth. He thrives off of sensory input, needs it craves it, likely (especially in canon context) so he is not left alone with his own head for very long. It's why he crumbles so hard in the stalag. The uslessness, the inaction, it leaves him to confront himself too much.

So similarly, with sensory deprivation, it's something that pushes him hard and he does enjoy that. But to take away allll the senses, to leave him just in his head, unable to ground himself to Gale in any sort of way? That is incredibly overwhelming for him. It flips the switch of hot to not so fast. It was probably a bit of just general anxiety, a bit of flashbacks to the also-mentioned time as a warzone journalist (similar feeling of helplessness)

For Gale he is not any way unused to people safewording, freaking out is the last thing he would do, or want to do. Keeping a calm head in a situation like that is what makes him a good Dom. He always has a pair of fabric shears nearby when doing any sort of bondage, so those would be employed with the aim to get John out of his bindings as quickly as possible. And then it's assessing whether it's pain or panic that's affecting John. After that it's just getting John grounded and calm again, holding him if he wants to be held, getting him something to eat or drink. He probably wouldn't talk about what went wrong at first unless John felt the need to bring it up in the moment-- he would wait until they were both in a calmer state. Even if John did want to talk in the moment, explain what happened, Gale would absolutely do a second walk through the next day or later that evening if he felt John was in a good enough head space.

Internally, Gale would definitely be a little freaked out. It never feels good to see someone you love in distress, especially if you hold some responsibility for it. He reassures himself by taking care of John, by being good to him and 'fixing' him so to speak. He'd be frustrated with himself, wondering if he missed the point where John tipped over the edge into a negative mindset, if he ignored any signs thinking they were green flags instead of yellow. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. Everybody makes mistakes but he definitely still is a little careful the next few times they do a scene. They go over John's limits contract again.

And in similar answer, of course Gale has had to safe word! Safe wording is incredibly common, it's not just done in extreme distress. But if you mean a 'im freaking out' safe word occasion I have played with the idea of them doing some heavier pain/impact play per John's request and Gale does have to safe word because he freaks himself out. It would be similar; scene stops, they would just relax and talk and soothe though with John in a bit more of a caretaker role. Lots of spooning Gale and rubbing his skin and putting on some music or TV to distract them.

and thank you! I'm chugging away at cicada was we speak

[90shetfield]

Security - Art the clown x F!y/n

I FINALLY GOT THE COURAGE TO POST THIS!! LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART TWO OR MORE ONE SHOTS IM OPEN TO REQUESTS!!

TW: Blood and bits of gore!! (read at your own risk)

When is this hell going to end? I ask myself that. It's not like I have anyone to talk to in this shit hole. My arms ache, confined with rough rope already giving me marks underneath. The small trickle of blood falls down into the puddle around me. It's not a big puddle, but the deep red crimson liquid is obviously mine. The cuts all around my exposed flesh are enough to make me want to scream…but I can't…I'm trapped. One minute I was okay, going to pick up Vicky’s sister with her and the next. I'm tied up all bloodied and bruised.I don't know where they are, where are my friends? The throbbing of my head hits me harder. I'm so clueless right now and the smell is rancid. It smells like someone died in here , maybe even multiple people. The strong sent cuts through my nostrils causing my face to twitch with disgust.

I'm just worried about my friends. Dawn, Tara, and Vicky. I need to know if they are okay. So many thoughts are clouding my vision and mind. So many questions but no answers. I bite the inside of my cheek, getting more and more hysterical. The situation is really setting in now. Some disgusting creep took me hostage. A singular tear falls down my cheek, the loud beating of my heart echoing in the room.

I hear a loud screech jolting me from my faded thoughts. W-was that vicky? I try to break out of the ropes to save my friend. Rubbing my arm back and forth trying to weasel my way out. All it does is make more blood fall into the pile. My heavy breathing stops as I stop trying to get out. I really am trapped in this disgusting room.

Am I going to die?

More warm tears release from my burning eyes open to the world around me. My chances at living are slim. The loud shout stopped as the eerie silence once again occupied the abandoned building. I beg for just one sound to know my humanity is still here, still intact from this real nightmare.

Then like my prayers were answered I hear the sound of footsteps growing closer to my captivity with every thud of the foot. To say I was hyperventilating is an understatement. I'm in full on panic mode right now. I try one last time to try and get out of the chair to at least have a chance. I thrash around so much that the chair tips over knocking the breath out of me. The footsteps stop at the sudden loud bang coming from in here.

“Shit” I mutter to myself still being attached to the now broken chair. I clench my fists feeling clueless now. All of the crap attempts got me into an even worse spot than I was before. My eyes shut feeling completely out of it. I can't do this, I'm not going to get out. Those words persist in every single image in my mind.

I kept them close for at least a full minute not wanting to see my fate.

I slowly open them back up again only to be met with a gaze of piercing black ones staring into mine. I let out a blood curdling scream being able to make a sound now. His gaunt facial features are plastered with heavy amounts of white face paint, only black around his eyes and mouth leaving a dot on the tip of his sharp nose. He pointed at me, face contorting in a gigantic smile almost as if he was egging me on for the attempt. I take notice of the red liquid all over him, staining his clown costume? It's not unusual to be dressed like this because it's halloween night but that blood isn't fake…it's real…

He walks behind my chair pushing it back to its original position. It is broken now it  just becomes very unstable, like my mental state. My eyebrows knit together as he stands right in front of me again. The face doesn’t stop smiling. He gives me a wave before sitting down criss-crossing on the floor ahead of me.

“Who are you?” I say softly not wanting to show how petrified I really am. He gives a shrug reaching out and touching the cuts on my leg. I feel the sharp jerk of pain on my ankle where the cut he was touching was. He used the blood to spell out three letters on the dirty pavement. I look down seeing them. He points proud at his art, Because it literally spells art

“Art? Your name is Art?” He nods eagerly, clapping his hands happily. I got what he was trying to convey. A bunch of this stuff still isn't making sense though. He gets back up and unties my hands from the rope. I gasp in a sigh of relief raising my hand to see the damage.

“Did you put me here? Do you know where my friends are?” He nodded again. So he does know where they are.

“Are they okay? His smile somehow gets even bigger. He shakes his head no showing off his bloody costume. 

“No!” I clench my jaw falling out of my seat onto the cold unkept floor. I repeat the word over and over again not believing it was true. He knows even if he untied me I couldn't get out with how much I was battered. His eyes look soulless like there's nothing left. I'm going to end up just like them, a rotting corpse. He continues to mock and berate me using only his gestures and movement.

The tears reappear. I can't believe this..i refuse to believe it..how could such a guy do such a thing with no remorse. He looks down at my pathetic stature but his smile isn't there anymore instead he just stares at me, with awe? I'm not sure how he's looking at me but shouldn't he have killed me by now? Or am i just a little puppet he gets to play with until he rips me limb from limb

“Please…im begging you… don't kill me..” I plead for my life hoping it will at least get him to reconsider. I'm imagining their dead bodies on the floor next to me, they tried to fight but they couldn’t overpower him and his insanity. He put his foot on my stomach ready to stomp on me till i'm bits. All of that energy I had trying to break loose from the ropes has faded away by now only leaving me with a broken spirit knowing my time is coming up.

“If you have a heart you’ll let me live, i believe you do..” he lowers his foot from my stomach and walks away going over to the black garbage bag he carried into here because i don't remember it in here before. I hear the clashing of metal objects as he wanders around the giant back for something. He smiles again giving me a devious look. I'm paralyzed in my place shaking. He's going to do what I think he's going to do. He kicks me with uncertainty to get my attention. It wasn’t a hard kick, just unsure, like this has never happened to him before. I sat up looking at him. A small twinkle in his sad eyes is now present. He shows me a little baby doll taking my hand and placing it into it.

“You want me to have this art?” I rub the baby’s porcelain face. The blood from a victim comes off onto my thumb. I feel a warm sensation at the unusual gesture from a serial killer. He gives a thumbs up patting me on the head.

When I try to tell him thank you he's already gone taking the trash bag with him. My mouth is wide open, I'm shell shocked. Did he just let me live? I don't even care right now. This stupid baby doll gives me a small hope of security and happiness in this dark time. I cradle it humming one of my favorite songs waiting for his return.

(please don't hate on me for this if its shit this is my first fic in a while! Might have spelling errors and stuff like that!You are more than welcome to give me suggestions on how to improve my writing I'm open to that always! TYSMMM FOR READING)

-Maxine

[lichoulychou]

"You're safe with me"

Drew thomas x Female! Reader

Movie: The conjuring

Summarization: After your mother *Carolyn's possesion* you had been traumatized and always jumpy thinking bathsheba was still with you so you tell drew about the lately panic attacks and nightmares about the past events that had happened

(WARNING:PANIC ATTACKS, MORBID THOUGHTS, CONFESSIONS, FLUFF, AND KISSES.)

( Not very fluent in english sorry:) )

*One week after possesion*

I dial Drew's number to call him and tell him to pick me up for tomorrow morning. Me and Drew we're college students that had discover each other through mrs. and mr. warren's class. They had help through everything tough going on with our house which Im thankful for. Anyways lets get back to Drew.

I wait for a few minutes until he answered.

"Hello? Who's this?" Drew says quite confused that someone might have mistakenly called him

"Oh Hi drew! I just wanted to talk about how maybe you could pick me up for tomorrow I really have something important to tell you" I say, knowing my heavy feelings for drew it had been hard ever since I started admiring everything about him as he might like my sister.

(TIMESKIP)

I wake up in a scared state as I had another one of my previous nightmares. I stare at the clock to see it was already 5:30 am, I sat up and went to get my clothes ready now, since Me and Drew had class at around 7 in the morning.

I get my flared jeans ready, also with my tight polo,black converse and denim jacket.

(TIMESKIP)

I hear Drew knocking at the door so I grab my stuff and scurry through the door.

"BYE MOM AND DAD LOVE YOU!" I said so they know I was going to leave for school.

"Bye Honey, Stay safe!" My mother yells loud enough for me to hear. I open the door to see Drew standing there and smiling cutely.

"Hi Drew! woke up in the right side of the bed?"

"Yeah" Drew says smiling wider at me. I look at his cheek bones and I've never wanted to pinch someone's cheeks until Drew. I was snapped out of my thought's when I heard Drew say.

"Hey? Are you okay?" He touches my shoulder still opening the door for me.

"Yeah sorry, zoned out for a little bit" I say blushing when Drew touched my shoulder. "Sorry Drew"

"No its fine sweetheart, just get in the car." He says smiling at me. I get in the car and he closes the door for me. My cheeks turn into blood red as I just realised Drew had called me "Sweetheart".

I was looking out of the window so Drew would'nt see how bright red my cheeks had turned. I hear the engines turn on and soon we were on the road going to school.

"Sweetheart.. You called last night told me you wanna tell something? What is it? Everything going fine in the house? Are you fine?" Drew asks concerned as he remember's the past occurence.

"Right.. I just you know after the paranormal stuff, its just that I had been having nightmares and panic attacks about it, you know? I always dream about Mom when she was possesed, her eyes are still glued onto my mind like its a stuck bubble gum on a shoe. The panic attacks occur everytime I see them creeping onto me even if there is nothing anymore." I say ranting to him about the things that had been happening after the past events.

"Well sweetheart, you must have gotten pretty traumatized. Dont worry, the thing isn't gonna do anything to you anymore, I would never let anything get to you. Remember your mother fought this demon off just so she could protect you and your siblings. I know she'll do it again and again for you if she could" He says in a soft tone comforting me, his words had calmed me down from the thoughts of my mother and the demon's that had been around our house before even the events.

"Yeah, thankyou for being here for me Drew. Even if we had just met for a few months before this shit happened. I love you." Just then my eyes widen after I had realised I said those 3 words that I couldn't tell Drew before.

The car stops in the parking lot of he school,a huge screech could be heard. Just then I head Drew say "YOU LOVE ME?" he asks me smiling widely, I nod my head "Yes I love you Drew.." I say in a hushed tone. I felt his arms snake around my shoulder and waist hugging me. His face buried in my neck "Yes Yes Yes" I hear drew muffle in my neck "I love you so much too!" Drew says getting me caught off guard.

"I've always liked you! This past few months ever since we met I've developed such huge feelings for you.. I love you so much" He says confessing to me still muffled in my neck .

I hug him back "I love you so much too! Oh drew.." I hug him tightly like he was gonna disappear in my arms.

Just then I feel his hands cup my hands and he kisses me. Shock coursed through my body, but then I come back and kiss him back. We stayed like that for a while until we ran out of breath's.

We press our foreheads together cupping each other faces.

"I love you so much Drew"

"I love you too darling" He softly presses his lips against mine.

"I love you.." then the bell rung and we ran out of the car holding each other's hand to Mr. & Mrs. Warren's class.

(SORRY THIS WAS SHORT I WAS JUST BORED WHEN I WROTE THIS! T-T)

[exclusivecolette]

it’s never over.

Pt.3

(not proofread, very rushed)

(if you aren’t blonde or don’t apply to the features, you can just put your own features in. i just put my features because i didn’t really know what else.)

Summary: A girl forced to move to massachusetts, meets a boy across the lake. As they spend their days with each other, they all fall in love. When one decides to end the relationship, the other one is left feeling abandoned. After a few years, they find each other again. But was the love strong enough?

TW: panic attack, cussing, hospital?

———————————————————————

My head was throbbing. Like I was banging my head against rock. I sprung out of my bed then out-

where am i?

I couldn’t look around to figure out. I just need the toilet. I open the door inside the room. Luckily it was a bathroom. I didn’t even bother to shut the door. I move my hair out of the way.

I let out a cough as my back hit the wall behind me. My arms propped up on my knees to hold my head. I can’t even think with my head throbbing.

I finally stand up and look in the mirror. I look down at the orange hoodie I was wearing. The orange hoodie.

“You can keep it, Y/n.” He stated “Don’t want it-“ i try. “Y/n-“ he interrupted just for me to interrupt him. “Chris- I can’t. Please” i let out quietly looking away, pushing his hand that held the hoodie. He just sighed.

I appreciate the hair tie on my wrist. I put my hair in a low messy bun.

where are my pants?

I think as i look down at the underwear I’d put on yesterday. My thoughts were interrupted by a groan. My head snaps. “what are you doing?” he asked in a low, raspy tone. “Chris what am i doing here?” i ask ignore his question.

“And where are my clothes at?” i walk out the bathroom and back into his room. “On the dresser- are you okay?” he asked in an worried tone. “chris i can’t be here” my breathing started to pick up. I put my hand on my heart and he stood up and started toward me. I put my hand up to keep him away. He wasn’t making it easier.

“y/n” He moved my hand. “Chris” i managed to let out but even his name made my heart start racing. “just come here” he said slowly stepping toward me. “just breathe” he start to pull me in. “i can’t” i whisper. And he just pulled me closer.

“im sorry. i’m sorry” he repeated quietly. My breathing started to slow. “I love you y/n. I always have.”

~~~~~

Y/n didn’t remember what happened last night. What she said, did, or how she got there:

“why didn’t you love me” her smile left her face. “i love you y/n” i say to her fighting back the tears that was begging to leave my eyes.

~~~~~

My breathing got worse than it was before. I suddenly couldn’t breathe at all. “stop” i gasp out pushing him off me. My hands held myself up on my knees. My vision went blurry.

I’m dying.

-

I felt my eyes start burning when they started to flutter open. I looked around. I and saw a sleeping chris and nick.

fuckkkkk.

Matt was sitting close to me. My hand was buried in his. His hand covered my entire hand. His head was down, he was on his phone. “Matt.” i whisper. His head shot up “hi y/n.” he said carefully scooting closer. “why am i here?” i say referring to the hospital room.

“You passed out or something.” he explain. A doctor walked in, “hey you’re awake.” she said carefully. “So what it looks like,” she looked down at her clipboard. “is that you had a panic attack, it shows you were drinking alcohol on an empty stomach. You haven’t ate in a while, and whatever happened this morning must’ve resulted in a panic attack.”

I felt matt’s head turn to me, but i couldn’t look. “So we just advise you eat, drink some water and you are okay to leave whenever you’re ready.” she walked out. The door shutting made the boys wake.

“Hi you’re awake.” nick said get close to me. I just smiled softly, but i couldn’t take my eyes off chris as he just looked at the ground with the most guilty expression i’ve ever seen. “Chris can i talk to you?” i ask watching his expression change as he looked up to me.

[gtlurker]

Chapter five! Sorry for not updating in a but I've been busy, this ones kinda short, enjoy!

“Okay, so you need new clothes.” I say while loosely gesturing at Isabelle's threadbear dress that she's clearly had just a few years too long.

We got to the safe house about half an hour ago, and Isabelle has already had three panic attacks and even bit atlas once when he tried to pick her up. She looks down at her dress and then backs up at me, her expression clearly conveying that she doesn't think they make clothes in her size.

“Atlas over here makes doll clothes, I'm sure he has something in your size.” I gesture over to Atlas who is wasting a bandaid on the small bite mark that isn't even bleeding.

Atlas has told me that he plans to be a dressmaker once he gets out of college. He works with me since we make a lot of money in our line of work so he can save up to start his own business. He makes miniature versions of his designs for practice, which im sure would fit isa perfectly.

“I'll draw you a nice bath while atlas grabs those?” i suggest, and she just gave me a weird look. With a sigh I grab a small bowl from the cupboard and set in behind the old breadbox. Most of the kitchen appliances here are pretty old and the house is old despite the money we make.

We have to keep a low profile.

Besides, most of our money goes to buying weapons and extra cars so we can’t be traced. “You can go behind there for a bit of privacy, we won't look, promise.”

Atlas says, and I watch her carefully step behind the breadbox as I fill a cup up with warm water to fill the bowl with. I send atlas to go grab a bit of shampoo, conditioner and body wash in a bottle cap.

My hand Hesitates for a moment when Isabelle lets out a small sound of surprise while I was reaching my hand in to grab the bowl. “Not looking, just grabbing the bowl.” I reassure her.

She reminds me a bit of a squirrel. She jumps at the slightest movement, when we were eating early I saw her stuff a bit of food into her pockets, she's fast, and most notably her size.

Now that we aren't actively trying to escape the lab, I'm able to fully take in her size. She goes against everything I learned in school. Logicly, a person of her unique stature wouldn't be able to produce enough body heat to keep themselves alive and would need to be constantly moving and eating to keep themselves alive. Kinda like how hummingbirds drink sugar water and are constantly in a state of movement.

Yet, here she is. Defying math and logic itself by standing at a mere fourish inches tall and near starving to death via malnourishment and seemingly producing enough body heat to not freeze death.

Hopefully she'll answer my questions and explain what had happened to make her like this before her brother comes to collect her. I can't explain why, but the thought of her leaving makes my heart heavy.

With a sigh, I make sure she has everything she needs before I leave the kitchen to go find atlas. It doesn't take long because he's usually in either one of two places, his bedroom or the studio.

I do the same knock that anna did during ‘do you want to build a snowman’ on the studio door, and wait for his confirmation that i can come in.

“knock normally.” he calls back, i can tell that he's focused. A grin stretches across my face and I proceed to bang on his door, again to the tune of the famous kids song. He groans and I laugh, “come in.”

I enter the studio and am immediately hit with the scent of fabric glue invading my sense of smell, I cover my nose while opening the window closest to him. “What are you working on? And does it need that much glue?” I ask, and atlas doesn't even bother to look up.

“Pajamas, Isabelle needs something to sleep in doesn't she?” he replies dryly, a small sigh escapes his lips as he sets down his pin to look up at me.

“Am I in trouble for hitting you with the car?” i laugh at the question, “of course you are.” he deflates, and goes back to his work. “Unless. . .” I start with a smile in my voice, and he turns back and spins around in his chair immediately.

“Find out everything you can about isabelle.”

[mokimoriwrites]

5/8 - Eldritch Parenting is Weird (part 7)

Things were getting better again. Addah said i had had a panic attack leading to a emotioal break while he was gone for a while, and he has spent every second watching over me since he got back. 

It was nice, but it was starting to be a bit much. 

“How are you feeling Quinn? Are you arlight? Headache? Stomach ache? Light headed? Sore?”

“Im fine Addah.” I was curled up in one of the push green chairs by the desk in my room, clicking and clacking away at the typewriter. It worked almost like a laptop in a way, i could delete things or rearrange things just like i would be able to on a electronic. But it still had the feel, sound, and smell of a type writer. 

Smelledlike old books. 

I love it

But om not very good at this whole writing thing yet. 

“Youre doing very well i think, good stories. Certainly beginner but thats because you are a beginner.” Addah had materilized next to me again, gently petting my head. 

“Thank you.” i smiled up at him, leaning into his side. “Can i have a snack?”

“Of course dearest! What would you like?”

“Fruit.” 

“Anything in particular?” 

“Not really, just want something sweet and fruity.” 

“Very well, come on to the kitchen and i’ll get that ready for you.” 

“I have to leave my warm spot?” I whined, i was comfy.

“Yes dear one, because we have something to go over after you eat.” he smiled at me, before disappearing right as noises stated up in the kitchen. 

“What is it? Something in the hobby room?” I wandered into the dining area slowly, dragging along my cocoon of a blanket cape. 

“I wish to discuss getting you a companion.” he looked up as i sat down, before turning back to the fruit he had summoned up.

“A companion?”

“Yes, for when i am gone again.” 

“Like… Gone gone or just DVA?” 

“DVA…? Oh, disembodied voice Addah…DVA then.” He smiled at me, setting down the little plate of fruit that i couldnt really regonize. “I wont be gone gone again if i can help it.” 

“What kind of companion? Like a friend? Or a sibling…?” I wasnt really fond of either idea. Siblings were a sore topic for me, and i wasnt used to socialzing. 

I dont think i would like it though.

“More like a… whats the word for it…?” Addah paused, his eyes fading into a sparkly swirl as he searched for what he was looking for. 

His mind could be anywhere in so many places at once, so when his eyes got like that i knew to just wait for him to find what he was looking for. Its like hes reading through ten different languages’ dictionaries at the same time. 

“The things that are on the four legs… meow or bark..” he muttered, still flipping through mental pages to find it. 

“You mean like a dog or cat? A pet?” 

“Yes! That, a pet!” He smield brightly, nodding enthusiastically, “it would be good for you, company while i am a voice and something to bond with!”

“Ok… but im allergic to cats…” 

“Allergic?” 

“Its like being sick, without the sick part. My body attacks certain things like theyre germs and it gives me lesser symptoms. Like watery eyes, or sneezing, or being stuffed up.”

“I see… then no cats.” he tilted his head, did he know what cats were? “Andnothing like a cat then… what about the other ones?”

“Dogs?”

“Yes, those! They seem fun!”

“They can be, but dogs dont do well with confided spaces. They need new environments regually.”

“Im sure we can find something. I’ll get some books an dyou can pick out which ones you like best!”

“Like a dog breeds book?”

“Well… technically speaking, your worlds ‘dogs’ wouldnt do so well here. This dimension wouldnt work well with their biological make up. I’ll bring you a book of different types of pets from a variety of realms and you pick out which ones seem good. We can test them later on.”

“As long as they arent like bugs or spiders.” i shuddered. The crawlies creeped me out. 

“Right. No cat like things, no crawlies.” He nodded, smiling as he watched me pop another red berry looking thing into my mouth. 

[stellawolfearts]

I can imagine there's an instance where Macaque wakes up from a nightmare or whatever and when he wakes up he finds that the kids are sleeping but he can't find Wukong and he panics internally until he finds Wukong in the kitchen making tea and just clings

Cold

So......cold.

and dark.

He was alone, cold and trapped within the dark. How long had he been here...?

Ah thats right, for all eternity.

Theres no escaping the cold and dark grasp of death, no escaping her piercing blue eyes. Her cold dead hands dragging you into the abyss. All you can do is forget any shred of hope and let the darkness drag you into deaths grasp.

For that, is destiny

The air that filled his lungs with a sharp gasp was like a drop of water in a barren desert. But he had been too greedy and now choked on his breaths.

"Destiny"

Macaque sat up and scrambled back against the headboard.

Everything was still dark, the void-was he still in there? was he dead?!

no no he had been revived, he was revived and now lived in the mortal realm. why else would his body be reaction to such a nightmarish scene in such way.

sweat clung to his fur, his breathing sharp and quick, burning his chest. his shaky hands tightened around something soft, a blanket.

He was in a bed.

as his eyes adjusted to the dark he could see the bedroom.

Wukongs bedroom.

"W...Wu-" Macaque looked around he bed "Wukong?!"

His hands seached the bed frantically, tearing off the blankets as he searched for the one he had been sleeping with. but in place of him was an empty spot on the matress.

"Destiny"

"Wukong!" Macaque jumped off of the bed but his legs emmediatly gave out beneath him and he crashed to he ground with a thud, hitting his head against the hardwood flooring.

the room began to spin "w-wukong" Macaque groand trying to push himself up. He managed to get to his feet by leaning on the wall but he felt like he was going to collapse any moment.

"Macaque!"

Macaque heard her voice, he wanted to call out for her again, reach out and grab her, throw her on the bed and make sure she never leaves his side again.

But all he managed to do was raise his teary face to Wukong, who was now standing by the doorway shocked to see Macaque in such a state.

"Macaque, what happened?" He rushed over and gently grabbed his arms to guide Macaque back to the bed but instead Macaque pulled out of Wukongs hold and wrapped his arms around Wukong, digging his face into his chest.

Wukong was frozen, Macaque was crying into his chest with his arms wrapped around him so desparatly as if he would dissapear if Macaque let go.

Another nightmare.

Wukong snapped out of his daze and wrapper her arms around Macaque.

"shh plums its okay, im here. Im sorry, i couldnt sleep so i went to go make some tea. Im sorry i wasnt there"

Macaque didnt reply, he just kept silently crying into Wukongs chest while holding her tightly.

with a sigh Wukong swiftly picked up her crying lover, luckily she had already turned off the oven before she got to thier bedroom, and set macaque down into the bed. Macaque wasnt letting go so Wukong crawled into the bed with thier plums.

Macaque still wouldn't let go, and Wukong wasnt going to make him. Wukong wiped away macaques tears and kissed his forehead. then pulled the blankets over the both of them and curled around Macaque to hep him feel as safe as possible.

"its okay plums....im here. your safe"

---------------------------------------

alternativly

------------------------------------

Wukong couldn't sleep, again....it wasn't a rare occurrence. Then again ever since he and macaque had made amends his sleep schedule had been much healthier then normal. But wukogn guesses that old habits die hard and now he was in the kitchen pouring a nice hot glass of tea to hopefully calm himself enough to rest tonight.

"Wukong?"

Wukong stopped mid-sip, she set the glass down and turned to Macaque who looked very distraught. Sweat soaking his fur, his face red and puffy, Obviously from crying, and his tail wrapped tightly around his leg.

"plums, whats wrong?" she asked. adjusting herself in her seat to face Macaque.

Macaque only hummed as he walked towards Wukong and stood behind them.

"Nightmare?" Wukong asked as Macaque wrapped his arms around thier torso and rested his head on thier shoulder.

Wukong raised his hand and cupped macaques cheek, bringing it closer to her to she could gently kiss his lips.

"its okay, your safe with me"

Macaque grumbled something and buried his face further into Wukongs shoulder as he held him tighter.

[astrohae]

A Dragon’s Greed

pls don’t yell at me about my unfinished series. im trying. take this instead.

dragon king!bakugou X courtesan!reader 

gnc reader as per the usual

Focus. You scold yourself. You're here to entertain, not to wordlessly flirt with the princess's fiance. But what can you say? You've always had a type, and barbarian warlords fell right into your favorite category. The fact that he seemed utterly entranced by you, well that wasn't your fault. Every time you turned your head over your shoulder, you caught his eyes over your half veil and he never looked away, not even for a moment.

The princess didn't seem happy about this, sat next to the king, and huffing when her attempts at catching his attention fell flat. Serves her right for always bullying you and being such a spoiled brat.

Though, to be honest you wouldn't wish marriage to Bakugou Katsuki, the King of Dragons, merciless warlord, upon anyone.

Sure he was attractive and rich, and powerful, but you'd heard horror stories of what he had done on the battlefield.

When Bakugou started looking to new lands to conquer, you country's king had offered up his daughter like a sacrificial lamb to the barbarian in order to forge a treaty and protect his people through political marriage. King Bakugou's sexual conquests were nearly as infamous as his military ones, but he had never married or officially named a consort. The princess would be the first.

The king had sent a huge wedding procession of gifts and treasures to the high court of the Badlands, and along with it the most talented entertainers and artisans they had to offer. As the most talented dancing courtesan in the capital you had no choice but to travel with the caravan, so here you were. Performing a sword dance for a bloodthirsty king who kept looking at you as if you were a meal. It was an ego boost for sure but you were also scared.

When your performance came to a close, you bowed and quickly escaped when the princess had successfully stolen Katsuki's attention. Your face was burning under your veil and you fanned yourself in the cool stone hallway to calm down. You were hoping that the king would forget about you after a few more performers. but you hadn't even been out of the main hall two minutes when a servant came to fetch you.

"His highness requests your presence."

Your blood ran cold and your gulped. Oh gods, you had offended him hadn't you? He was going to kill you, probably behead you right there in the middle of the banquet himself-

You were thinking yourself into a panic when you returned to the banquet hall, eyes downcast now. You bowed, kneeling on the ground and hands clasped in front of your bare midriff.

Faintly you heard a scoff, and then the music stopped. You felt yourself go even more still, eyes darting around to see what happened. Unable to tell, you lifted your head slightly to see the king sauntering his way towards you. He had stepped directly over the table, spilling wine all over the princess in the process.

You quickly bowed your head again and tried not to hyperventilate. You didn't want to pass out now.

Two surprisingly clean leather boots entered your vision and on instinct, you looked up. King Bakugou was even more attractive up close, obviously built for battle with strong chords of muscle littered with scars, a sharp jawline and a head of unruly blonde hair.

"Did I say you could look at me?"

"No, your majesty." you squeak and quickly look back down.

Bakugou crouches to be level with your and grips your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his scarlet gaze.

"Did I say you could look away?" he grumbles this time.

"No, your majesty." You feel conflicted, unsure if he’d be more offended if you averted your eyes or just kept looking at him.

His eyes rake over your body again before coming back to yours.

"What's your name, pretty thing?"

"Y/N. I'm a dancer in my king's court." you answer, praying your voice doesn't sound as shaky as you feel.

He doesn't say anything but lets your chin go and rises to his feet. You rub the bottom half of your face, thinking it might just bruise. Bakugou isn't done with you, though and grabs your wrist, hauling you up from the floor. "What-?" you start to ask but a red-eyed glare has you clamping your mouth shut. The barbarian king drags you with him, right up to the high table. He lifts you over the table as if you weigh nothing, and sits you down on his lap. Right next to the princess. The banquet hall continued to steep in silence until Bakugou looked up.

"Fuck are you all looking at? Get on with the feast!" he yelled, and the music and chatter started back up.

"Your majesty, shouldn't worry with commoners-" she starts and Bakugou growls, actually growls so menacingly, you feel your own blood run cold.

"If I wanted your dumbass fucking opinion, I'd ask for it. Shut the fuck up."

Once he was sure the princess was properly cowed he turned his attention back on you. The arm wrapped around your waist holding you against his was warm against your bare skin.

"Pour me some wine." He commanded and your started before shakily lifting the pitcher and pouring some into his goblet. You hadn't it off to him carefully, and he quickly knocked it back before signaling for you to pour another.

"Most king's with a lick of sense wouldn't let a treasure like you out of their sight, so what are you doing in my court?" Bakugou asks.

"His Majesty decreed that the most talented entertainers accompany Her Highness to Your Majesty's court, for you entertainment and pleasure." you answer, handing off the refilled goblet.

Bakugou snorts at your measured and obviously practiced response. You night have heard him mutter 'toothless old bastard' under his breath, but you can't be sure.

"Give me a strawberry.", he gestures at the plate of fruit no six inches from him and you barely manage not to roll your eyes. Warlord or not, royals will always be royals, you think and pick up one of the berries.

The dragon king open his mouth and allows you to place the fruit on his tongue before biting into it. His ruby red eyes don't leave yours for a second, gripping your wrist when your try to pull away. Some juice trickles down your hand, and without breaking eye contact, Bakugou laves his tongue over your skin licking up the trail of red. He eats the rest of the berry, lips catching on your fingers before the lets your hand go in favor of picking up his wine goblet again.

"My entertainment and pleasure huh? I'm entertained, but I don't know about pleased..." he says, smirking into his goblet.

"Is there anything I can do for Your Majesty?" you manage to ask, brain still reeling from the whole thing with the strawberry.

And you walk right into his trap.

"Yeah, I can think of something..." he starts before leaning closer to you.

His hat breath fans against your neck for a moment, letting your get squirmy and nervous before continuing.

"Fucking you until you cry all that pretty makeup off... Then I'd be real fucking pleased." he says with a predatory smile spreading across his face.

You squeak, face heating under your veil as you try to formulate a response. You have no idea if the princess heard but if she did-

"Y-your majesty, I don't think-" you start but Bakugou cuts you off by grinding his hips up into yours.

"Good thing you don't need to think to take my cock." he muses.

The princess, appears to have reached her limit of watching her fiance flirt with someone else right in front of her.

"Your Majesty! I understand that this is a political marriage but I will not sit here and be humiliated and witch you proposition a commoner in front of me!" she exclaims.

You're a little surprised at her outburst considering the environment, but you guessed everyone had limits.

All chatter and music in the hall ceased for the second time that night. Bakugou pulled his face out of your neck to glare at the princess.

"You can fuck off for all I care. Your side wanted the fucking treaty, I don't have a problem with saddling up and burning your shitty country to the ground tonight." Bakugou stated, his anger growing with each word.

"King Bakugou those words could be taken as an act of war. " the diplomatic envoy from your country, stands and approaches the high table.

"What the- Did you idiots forget where you are? You're in the heart of the Badlands, in the court of Katsuki Bakugo, barbarian warlord and King of Dragons. This is my fucking kingdom and I'll do what I very well fucking please. And if I want to fuck this courtesan on the table right in front of your perfect little princess, I will. " He snarls and all you can do is sit there and pray he doesn't actually follow through on that threat.

Not that you'd hate it, seeing the look on the princess's face as you got fucked by her betrothed. Hah, serves her fucking right for always being such a brat.

"But I'm not a cruel king. I'll marry this one, and you can keep your silly little treaty." Bakugou says and both the diplomat and the princess scoff.

You balk, looking up at King Bakugou in surprise. He's going to what now?

"You can't possible expect the princess to be content with being on the same level as a commoner, even as a consort-" the diplomat starts to protest, which is quickly cut off by Bakugou's harsh laugh.

"You're a country of fucking dumbasses? I'm not marrying your brat of a princess, dump her off on some other poor bastard. I'm marrying Y/N instead of her. They'll be my consort. Won't you, pretty thing?" He says, looking at your for your answer.

"Say yes, treasure. I'm rich as fuck, I could give you anything you want. If I can't buy it I can take it. There's nothing I can't do. You wouldn't lift a fucking finger with me, I can promise that." he boasts to you and you know this.

King Bakugou is an unstoppable force. You had a hard life as a commoner, as a dancer. You weren't a servant but always being at the beck and call of nobility, dancing for them until your feet bled, until you fainted from exhaustion.

You deserved to be greedy, just like the man holding you in his lap.

"Yes, I'll marry you." you answer, and Bakugou smiles wickedly.

Good, he likes greedy. It's one of his favorite traits.

He turns his head back to look at the diplomat and princess from your home country. The diplomat looks like he's sweating buckets and the princess is so angry you think she might start breathing fire.

"So, do we have an agreement? Y/N for your protection?" he asks.

"Y-yes your majesty." the diplomat stutters at the same time the princess protests.

"We do not! How dare you disrespect me so openly, you filthy little wench-" she starts, only to be silenced by the sight of Bakugou pulling his sword. He points the tip at the princess, visibly seething with rage.

"Shut your worthless fucking mouth before I shut it for you." he growls.

Fear takes over the princess' face and she stumbles back behind the diplomat.

"Oi, don't piss on my floor or anything, fucking cowards. Show some respect to my new consort. Bend the knee and I'll forget this transgression." Bakugou orders.

While not officially married  yet, he's bestowed the title of consort upon you and now you outrank the princess. In fact, you outrank nearly everyone here, sans Katsuki, who is your equal. The diplomat and princess wordlessly fall into a bow, and the nobles from both courts follow suit.

"Alright that's enough groveling for now. This banquet is over, I'm retiring to my bed chambers. If you need me, don't." Bakugou gruffs and stands up, once again easily scooping you up into his arms.

"I'm going to rip this pretty little costume to shreds, and pump and heir into you tonight, goddamn it." Bakugou murmurs in your ear as he carries you though out his(your) palace.

"I like this one..." your protest weakly as he kicks a door open, throwing you onto his bed.

He grasps the waistline of your costume, easily ripping the silk to shreds with his bare hands.

"I'm buy you forty just like it, now spread your legs, Consort." he orders, licking his lips.

"I didn't get to finish my meal earlier." He hums and you squeak in anticipation.

"Cute. Let's see how many cute noises you can make, huh?"

@hanji-is-life i hope you enjoy!

[furiousaries]

Russian war against Ukraine. My experience

It’s been 52 days since the war started and I am finally ready to sum up everything I’ve been going through. On the 24th of February, I woke up at 4am to the sound of explosions. Since there has already been a lot of tension prior to war, I would regularly wake up early to the sound of fireworks, thinking Russia has invaded. My initial thought on the 24th was the same, so I went back to sleep. For some reason, I couldn’t. 30 minutes later decided to check my phone - that’s how I found out. Immediately called my mom, she was still sleeping and she first stated I was just panicking. 10 minutes later she called me again and told me to pack my things as she’s going to pick me up. 7 am, the traffic was already insane, endless queues to petrol stations and ATM’s. We just sat in silence with my mom in the car, none of us could really process what’s going on. All of a sudden the world just felt completely different. It has never felt the same ever since... Shortly after we came home the air sirens begun and Russia started bombing Kyiv heavily. 

Bombardments are definitely the scariest thing to happen at war, since you never know which building is going to be hit. So the only thing you can do is to either hide in a bomb shelter, which we didn't have near our home, or find a corridor away from the windows at home and just pray for the best.  The first 3 days were completely horror. None of us could sleep, eat or even talk properly. During this period my worst fear was to die, the thought of death caused me to have the worst panic attacks I've ever had in my life. But after a few days, the whole perception of death completely changed. I am not afraid to die anymore. The only thing you can do in such situation is just accept the reality the way it is, otherwise you’ll go insane. That's how I slowly started to do small regular things, like cooking and cleaning up. It helped me a lot.

After about a week my mom asked me to take my little brother outside of Ukraine. She wanted us to leave the country to be safe, but wouldn’t go with us because she didn't want to leave her husband (men from 18yo cannot leave the country). This was the hardest decision of my life. I knew I had to take care of my brother first, but that would mean Im leaving my mom behind. She took us to the railway station, we took the first train we could fit into to Chop (a very small town right at the boarder with Hungary). Mom had to spend the night at the railway station because of the curfew and I cried the whole night in train. The pain and despair Ive felt at the moment is unexplainable. The worst thing is that this mental pain turned physical, my chest was literally ripping apart and I couldn't do anything about it. I wanted to be taken care of, but from that point on, I was the adult in the situation and had to take care of my brother first. When we came to Chop, we took a train to some town in Hungary. It was a complete disaster. People were screaming, pushing each other, stepping on feet just to get on the train. I felt like the chance of getting killed in the crowding was way higher that getting killed by Russians. Besides, there were journalists who took endless photos and videos of us, which only added to the disaster. This world is fucking ugly. Part 2 in the next post.

[yunahosk]

limerence | yan zhongli x reader

ai ai ai, i’ve never tried writing before so this is a first (and ofc i picked zhongli to seduce him to come home), if all goes well possibly i’ll do another!

apologies for poor english and grammar, i speak dutch, im trying hehe.

warnings: blood, violence, mentions of public death/ exec*tion, mentions of death, stabbing (in leg and arm), obsessive tendencies, forced relationship, yandere content

please let me know if i missed anything!

limerence: the state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person

“Thank you for providing me your kindness, Mr. Zhongli.” You smiled, letting your hands slowly wrap around the porcelain cup adorned with designs of gold. It seemed to fit the man’s mysterious aura: truly lavish.

After an encounter, more so a dilemma with a small village in Liyue which left you seconds away from your inevitable fate of hanging by a rope. To be fair, sure, possibly you shouldn’t have accidentally set fire to half the village. But having a pyro vision has its downsides too, no?

Although it left you questioning why it seemed he had such an impact on the small village, all the mattered is that you still sat in flesh and bone and not six feet under.

Truly, he was a kind man, even inviting you into his abode for a cup of tea and a residence for the meantime. You were an adventurer from Fontaine, traveling to all the seven nations in search of, well nothing. Armed with only a pyro vision and a spear you were determined to travel the world. Liyue Harbor was just one of your many stops, and to your delight it was truly a fascinating and astonishingly beautiful place.

“Ah, there’s no need for formalities. I do think we are well acquainted by now.” He hummed, observing how you lifted the cup to your lips, your eyes widening as the scorching substance hit your tongue. You quickly placed the porcelain cup down, a light laugh emerging from your lips as a smile soon followed.

“Really, I don’t know how I could ever repay you.” Resting your finger tips upon the cup and frowning as you stared at the liquid in deep thought.

“I’d give you my life if I could.” You laughed, furrowing your eyebrows with a sigh.

“We could arrange for that.” Your eyes widened, staring down at the cup of tea with a dumbfounded expression. Quickly composing yourself, a laugh quickly arose from your mouth, though sounding more panicked than natural.

“Ah, I didn’t imagine you’d be a man of comedy.” You chuckled, cocking your head to the side and letting your hand fall from the cup down to your waist, toying with the pyro vision by your side. Sure, you weren’t in danger, just force of habit.

“I’m afraid I do not understand.” There go the wide eyes once again.

“Oh- your comment, before?” You looked up, now gripping the red orb by your side as more of a safety precaution than anything, worry seeping through your bones but that stupid voice in your head told you Mr. Zhongli couldn’t hurt a fly. Tension rose in your throat, watching as his amber orbs slowly gaze over your expression.

“Ah, I see.” A wave of relief washed over your body. Social cues truly aren’t just his thing. We all have our quirks though, no?

“You don't take my word?” He hummed, furrowing his eyebrows. The 10 seconds of relief now came crashing down, setting you back to your state of panic.

“I do believe it is a fair trade. On my part, saving your life from harm and death and as for your part, giving me yourself in return.” He wasn’t joking.

“I’m sorry, but you’ve got to be mistaken. We had no such agreement before this!” You raised your voice, listening as a hum of what seemed to be displeasure released from his mouth. He lifted his hand, bringing it to his chin as if in thought. “I do value fairness greatly.”

“You’re out of your mind, no part of this is fair! There was no mention of such a thing?” He seemed to be confused, taking in your words.

“Ah, you seem to misunderstand. I simply intend to establish a marriage. To bind you to my side, for eternity that is.” Well, now it was your turn to be confused. “Marriage? Goodness gracious, we met, what? Two days ago? My apologies Mr. Zhongli, but in no way do I intend to marry you. I haven’t a clue what you speak about.” You stated, rising from your seat and preparing for your departure.

“That does not seem like a wise choice, Y/N.” Your body tensed, was this a threat? No. You are fine. A huff of breath released from your mouth as you readied yourself once again, walking towards the door and making your departure with no more exchanged words.

“What a shame.” Zhongli hummed with a frown, staring at the door you’d made your sudden leave from.

Putting the events of a few days ago behind, it truly was difficult to leave Liyue Harbor. Residents of the city were welcoming and kind, helping a foreigner with open hands. Though all good things must come to an end at some point.

As you traveled your way through Liyue, passing by ruin after ruin the thought of your soon adventures in Mondstadt seemed more intriguing by the second. Maybe you do get excited too easily, but you can't help the way your daydreams take over reality. It does make time fly by faster though.

After days of travel through a variety of terrain, soon you find yourself at Wangshu Inn, looking for a night's rest. It does seem as though everything in Liyue is elegant, and this place is most certainly no different. To say the least you were excited to stay in such a place.

With your bag in hand, you slowly make your way across the balcony of the building towards your room, letting your eyes gaze upon the stars in the sky. A sigh releases from you as you stop your short walk and make your way towards the edge of the balcony, staring up at the stars in all their glory.

In sight is Celestia itself. Perhaps one day you could visit. After all, this is only the beginning of your adventures. With so many more to come maybe you could ascend there one day.

“Pathetic.” The words catch you off guard as your eyes widen, quickly turning to meet the raspy voice only to find yourself knocked to the ground, your belongings and spear shoved to the side. An excruciating pain made its presence upon your leg and as you let out a loud groan, you open your eyes and are met with a black and teal-haired man staring down at you with a malicious glare.

Your eyes widen in horror as you look down to the source of the pain: a large spear present in your calf leaving you to watch as blood seeped out. The agonizingly slow speed as to which he pulls the spear from your skin makes tears surface upon your eyes. And soon after you find the tip of the same spear pointed at your neck.

“Who are you?” You muttered through gritted teeth, glaring at him with watery eyes. It hurt so bad, more pain than you’d ever felt before.

“It doesn’t concern you as to who I am, you are only a mere mortal.” Your breath hitches as you scan over his body and take sight of the mask on his side.

“Y- you’re an adepti?” You whispered, your voice shaky. “Aren’t you supposed to be protecting hum-”

A cry of pain releases from your mouth as the spear once pointed in your neck now finds itself sunken into your thigh.

“Did I say you could speak?” His voice is raspy, it sounds as though it’s strained from screaming, but you’re the one screaming. Tears fall from your eyes as you wait for your fate to be sealed. Beside you you can hear footsteps upon the wooden balcony, a surge of hope rushes through you only to come back down to horror as quickly as it lasted.

The same deep hum you’d despised now evident once again.

“It seems you are in trouble?” It was as if he was asking a question more than making a statement as if you weren’t sitting in a pool of your own blood with a spear pointed at your throat. You reach your arm out in a desperate attempt to grasp your spear, biting your lips to stop the sobs from spilling once again.

“Zhongli, please-” In your arm this time the spear plunges down on.

“Do not speak to Rex Lapis in such a disrespectful manner.” The adepti snaps, glaring down at you. Silence surfaces as your sobs grow louder, and soon you find yourself coming to realization.

Rex Lapis? No no, there has to be a mistake. But it all makes sense? The same man who took you in so humbly now kneels beside you watching you suffer. Is this who Rex Lapis, the god of contracts and war truly is?

As he kneels by your side, his gloved hand delicately makes its way down your cheek, wiping the tears from your face.  

“Please help me.” You whisper, you sound truly pathetic. But you’d rather look pathetic than give up on life so easily.

“I’ll do anything.” You ever so quietly whisper out. You knew you didn’t want what would come next, but you couldn’t give up. Not yet.

“Anything?” He hums as if he found the scene before him amusing. The eye contact made between his amber eyes and your e/c orbs sends shivers down your spine.

He truly wants this. He’s crazy.

You find yourself nodding your head in hesitance, you don’t want this.

“Y/n, do you agree to stay bound to my side in marriage for eternity?” Your breath hitches, eyes widening in horror, there’s no going back on this. There truly isn’t.

Is this worth your life?

“Yes.”

[amimimi]

nightmares ; kyan reki

synopsis: in which Reki wakes up from a nightmare and you help him through the aftermath (take place after episode 7)

genre: hurt/comfort, angst with a fluffy ending

warnings: nightmares, panic attack, swearing,

word count: 2.5k

notes: this is sad af IM SORRY. i thought of this scenario when episode 7 dropped but I didn’t write it until recently. i'm going to do a part 2 to this post episode 11 and i promiseee it'll be a lot happier. I apologize in advance for spelling/grammatical errors.

it should’ve been movie night.

you should’ve been wrapped in reki’s arm watching pirates of the caribbean or some other corny movie, simply for the purpose of having not to exert any brain energy.

and you should’ve definitely been teasing reki by smacking noisy kisses on his face or blowing raspberries at the base of his neck.

but alas, it’s nearly midnight and you’re not doing any of aforementioned activities you should’ve been doing. instead, you’re finishing up a paper for your literature class due the next morning. reki, being the supportive boyfriend he was, offered to come over with snacks anyways to offer your moral support. “I gotta hold you accountable, babe!” reki grinned, squeezing your cheeks with both his hands.

that was nearly four hours ago.

currently, you’re furiously typing away at your paper with your legs stretched out in front of you. you were on your conclusion, trying to wrap up whatever you had written. your boyfriend is softly snoring beside you on your bed. he’s facing you, laying on his side with one hand resting on your lower thigh.

you paused from typing upon hearing reki sigh in his sleep. your heart swells and you have to hold back the urge to coo at the sight of reki drooling slightly onto one of your plushies. biting back a giggle, you set your laptop aside and snatch your phone off your bedside table.

after snapping four or so pictures, you notice reki’s brow is slightly furrowed. you still - thinking that you may have waken him up from shifting too much, until his brow furrows deeper and whimpers. your confusion morphs into concern and you realize that reki is having a nightmare.

shit. should you wake him? were you supposed to wake people from nightmares? you were sure you heard it makes it worse. or was that sleeping walking?

suddenly, reki’s eyes, bloodshot with sleep, flutter open as he rouses from whatever miserable dream he was having.

“reki?” you ask hesitantly as he struggles to sit up. he’s taking sloppy breaths, his eyes darting around the room until they land on you. “reki, are you okay?”

you feel your heart drop into your stomach when you see a mixture of confusion and terror in reki’s eyes. his breathing is now bordering on erratic but he manages to wave you away with his hand. “M’fine, m’fine!” he assured you, though his voice is slightly shaking. “you can go back to sleep, sorry to wake you”

you frown. “reki, i wasn’t sleeping. i was writing my essay, remember?”

he just stares at you with an unreadable expression. you want to reach out and touch him—or hold him or something, but you stop yourself. you’re afraid you might make whatever it is worse.

“reki, are you sure you’re alright—?”

but he’s already climbing off your bed, his movements frantic and unsteady. you hear him choke out “just gotta go to the bathroom” between barely audible pants. and before you have time to respond, the bathroom door down the hall shuts but you don’t hear the click of the lock.

with that, you’re left sitting alone in your room. you blink a couple times before hesitantly throwing your legs over the side of the bed. there was no way in hell he was okay and you knew that. never once have you seen him shaken up— so panicked like that. the look in Reki’s eyes and the tremble in his voice was enough to activate the urge to protect. but you were also scared. scared of doing the wrong thing, of messing up and making it worse.

Sighing, you sit back on your bed and decide to give him 10 minutes to gather himself. if he needed your help, you reasoned with yourself, he would’ve asked...

...would reki have asked for help?

knowing the answer to that question, you hauled yourself off your bed and tip-toed out of your room. the house was silent, save for the soft pattering of your footsteps and your parents' soft snores wafting over from their room. as you approach the bathroom as quietly as you can, the faint sound of reki gasping frantically become becomes more evident, and your heart breaks. it takes every ounce of willpower not to break the door down and you take a deep breath before softly knocking on the door.

"reki, baby?" you whisper, with your your lips almost pressed up against the door. reki doesn't answer, but he's still breathing erratically from behind the door and you wonder if he even heard you. “reki?”

no answer. wondering if reki even had the chance to lock the door, you gently twist the knobs and find that your suspicions were correct. you push the door slightly open and your heart shatters.

reki is visibly shaking where he stands in front of the mirror as he grips the edges of the sink, his knuckles white. still taking shuddering breaths, he hangs his head down, his hair plastered to his forehead, and eyes squeezed shut. he’s too absorbed in regaining control over his body to notice you had opened the door.

trying to keep the tremor out of your voice, you whisper his name to get his attention. “reki?”

he hears you this time. reki’s head snaps up so fast you swore you heard a crack. with glossy eyes, he looks up at the reflection of your face peeking in through the door. initially, confusion crosses his face, as though he forgot he was even in your house. however, confusion is quickly replaced with recognition, and his shoulders sag ever so slightly with relief.

“y/n?” reki croaks, and your lips upturn into a sad smile. he takes the sight of you in just a bit longer, deciding if he should be honest with you—if he should ask for your comfort. instead, he lets his head hang once more. “s-sorry, you can go back to bed. i’m fine”

“you don’t seem fine, baby”

reki doesn’t respond, neither conforming or denying your statement. biting your lip, you open the door wider but keeping from stepping in the bathroom. you want to make sure he’s okay, but you don’t want to infringe on his personal space.

“‘are you sick?” you gently question, watching a bead of sweat drip down his temple. his head still hanging, reki shakes his head. “no?”

“i—” reki is cut off by defeated sob and your heart strangles “i can’t calm down”.

something about his confession makes you feel like you’ve been kicked in the stomach. the only thing going through your mind is to protect, protect, protect, protect.

reki’s erratic breathing picks up again, and you step into the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

“okay, it’s going to be okay. i’m here”, you state as calmly as possible. “can i touch you?”

“y-yes” reki chokes out in between rapid breaths. with his consent, you step forward and gently place your hand to his back. his shirt is completely drenched in sweat, but you pay no attention as you rub small circles into reki’s back.

"you're going to be okay, i promise" you try to convince him, but he shakes his head.

"'feels like i'm dying", he says between harsh pants. a small frown forms on your face and you reach over to brush his hair out of his face.

"you're not, reki. you're having a panic attack and i know it feels really scary, but it'll pass" you tell him, trying to keep your voice firm. it devastated you to see him so distressed and you would've switched places with him in a heart beat if you could. "you're safe, i won't let anything happen to you, i promise"

you're not sure if reki believed you, but you meant it. reki was easily one of the most loving person you knew. he poured his heart into you making sure you always felt safe and heard. and not only for you, but for everyone he loved. you recalled many instances of reki grabbing and squeezing your hand in large crowds, ordering food for you whenever you felt shy. and if you had a big exam you were stressing about, he'd bring you breakfast and walk you into your class. reki was your rock so many times before, you wanted to be his now and forever.

reki suddenly jolts and you're snatched out of your train of thought. “'m so dizzy...” reki slurs, with his eyes squeezed shut.

“i know, baby”, you murmur, concerned that he wasn't breathing properly. “can you take a couple deep breaths with me?”

reki hesitates before giving a low sob, “i don’t know if i can"

"you can, reki. i'll do it with you, okay, love?" you soothe as you continue to rub his back. "breathe in through your nose-"

you take an exaggerated breath in through your nose for demonstration, and reki shakily breaths in. "good, you're doing good. and out through your mouth"

reki lets his breath out with a whoosh, and the heaviness in your chest dissipates just a little. "that's it, baby, you're doing so great" you coo. "now breathe in again for four second and out for four seconds. i'll count for you"

reki continues to take measured breaths in time to you counting and your hand doesn't once stray from his back. every now and then, you dab some sweat off his face with the sleeve of your sweater. you make sure to encourage him between breaths, to let him know you're not leaving. this continues on for a couple minutes until reki is able to take measured breaths on his own, without you counting. you never once stop rubbing his back. he's still trembling, but he seems to have calmed down a little.

“do you wanna sit down, maybe?” you’re eyeing the death grip he has on the edges of the sink to support himself up. the last thing you want is for him to collapse and potentially hurt himself. he nods his head, not opening his eyes. "bathroom or my bedroom?"

"bedroom" reki croaks, his voice sounding shot to hell. slowly, his teary eyes flutter open and he turns around to you, still gripping onto the sink. you both lock eyes and your heart bursts with love—like springtime erupted inside your chest.

"i'm so proud of you, reki" you whisper, stroking his face lovingly. he blinks at you before his bottom lip begins to quiver. for a second, you think he's gonna burst into tears but he only sighs shakily and leans into your hand. "come on, let's get you laid up and comfy"

•••

by the time reki is changed out of his sweaty shirt (he declined to take a shower, promising he'd wake up tomorrow to do so) and laid in your bed, he'd gotten through the worst of his panic attack. you had given him the snacks he had brought for you at the beginning of the night, prompting him to eat get rid of the shakiness.

now, reki was sat up in your bed, still donning the care bear blanket you draped over him and munching on a chocolate bar. he watched as you completed your skincare routine in front of your mirror. occasionally, you would glance over at him and smile reassuringly, to which he would tiredly smile back.

rubbing your moisturizer in, you make your way over to where reki is laid up on the bed. he's still chewing his chocolate bar, watching as you climb on the bed and pull yourself over to where he is laying. grinning softly, you tuck your feet under you and tuck a strand of hair behind reki's ear. he instantly nuzzles into your palm and oh, does your heart get soft.

"how do you feel?" you ask, your eyes scanning his face. the color has returned to his face, but his lips are chapped and his eyes are considerably sunken. "did you drink the water like i asked?"

"i'm feeling better and yes, i did" reki playfully retorts, sticking his tongue out at you. you purse your lips to one side and pinch his cheek, drawing a whine out of him.

"reki, look up at me real quick," you frown, holding his chin with your hand. reki momentarily forgets his chocolate bar and looks up at you, confused. you lean down and kiss him, staying like that for a couple seconds before you pull back with a grin. "there! all better!"

"was that supposed to be my get better kiss?" reki asks, his lips quirking with an amused smile.

"kinda? your lips were chapped so i wanted to give you some of my lip masque", you answer. reki rolls his eyes, but you don't miss the slight blush on his cheek. you giggle before reki wraps his arm around your shoulders and tugging you towards his chest. he grabs your nose with two of his fingers and you squeal with delight.

"what the hell is a lip masque?" he questions incredulously as you remove his hand from off your nose. you can't help the series of laughs that erupt from your chest. "oh my gosh, y/n, shhh! your parents will hear you!"

reki tries in vain to shush you, but he's giggling too, albeit a lot more quietly than you. when you manage to catch your breath, you pull yourself from reki’s grasp and sit up in front of him. the both of you smile softly at each other.

you wondered if you should ask him about his nightmare from before, although you had a feeling where this was stemming from. he seemed on edge—distant even, since the beef with adam. you remembered how distressed he was in the days leading up to the beef between adam and langa.

reki was still in a fragile state, you didn’t want to risk asking him about it so soon. maybe tomorrow? the day after that?

reki’s smile faltered. “you okay?” he asks quietly, bringing his hand up to your face. you blink, realizing that you weren’t doing such a great job of concealing your thoughts.

you sigh contentedly, twisting your head to kiss the palm of reki’s hands before placing your own hand over his.

“yes, i just—” you pause. “i just love you so much”

reki giggled and wow, was it the purest sound you’ve ever heard. he leans in and kisses you like you’re the most precious being in the world. “i love you too”, he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours. you both stay like that, until reki yawns into your face.

“you need to rest, sweetheart”

reki frowns as you lay down, pulling him along with you. “but i am resting” he protests, stifling another yawn.

“i meant sleep” you reply, readjusting the carebear blanket around his shoulders. he tenses in your arms, but you press your lips against his forehead. “i’ll be here, i won’t leave. and i won’t let anything happen to you”

the tension in reki’s body eases and he sighs, nuzzling into your chest. “i love you...” he slurs, eyes already half shut.

“i love you” you whisper, fighting off sleep yourself. you waited until reki’s breathing deepened—the tell-tale sign of sleep, before you let yourself drift off too.

notes: this was long as hell, part ii will be way more happier and wayyy shorter.

[hoodieofholland]

hey love. I’m obsessed with mob!tom - could you write something where mob Tom and the reader have a really big fight and Tom says something that was really mean and reader storms out and doesn’t come back until late and night and Tom is super worried :) at the beginning angst and at the end fluff.

I actually asked other writers too to write this a while ago but nobody does it and I found your account now and I’m so in love with your writing you are super talented <3

Sorry if my English is not really good- it’s not my first language

A/n: dear anon, you were reading my mind! I was actually procrastinating with a draft of some angst with mob!tom for a while, and you just motivated me to write it again hahah im obsessed with mob!tom too btw, no shame on this lol. Thanks for requesting, hope you like it!

Masterlist Request/tell me your thoughts on this

Warnings bellow the cut!

Warnings: angst, language, mention of gun.

You throw your purse over the table as you storm inside the house, walking up to your room with a stern face, straightened back and confident steps, without saying a word. Tom watched you from behind, sighing as he knew what was about to come - you were pissed.

He followed you slowly, not wanting to hurry the fight that was about to come. He knew pretty well what he has done tonight, but wasn’t planning on apologize, as he was also sure he wasn’t wrong about it.

By the time he reached the main room, you were already in the closet, taking off your jewels and putting them inside their boxes. “Baby”, he called you, but you didn’t raise your head.

Your gesturing was obviously stating your humor - or the lack of it. You wasn’t being so careful with the expensive belongings, as you always made sure to be.

“Baby”, Tom tried again, sighing this time, “Can you at least tell me what the hell did I do?”

That was the breakpoint. You lifted your head to look at him sternly. “Seriously? You gonna really act like you don’t know?”

He snorts, running a hand through his brown curls. “I mean, I know. I just don’t get why you’re so upset about it”

You laugh humorless. “I’m upset ‘cause you fucking treated me like a doll, Tom. That’s why I’m upset about it!”

“What?”, he snapped, narrowing his eyes. “What the fuck, I just told that asshole of a waiter to get his shit together instead of eye-fucking you. For God’s sake, what’s wrong with that?”

"Well, maybe the fact that you made a scene in front of the manager because you were jealous?" You shout, shaking your hands. "Should I tell you the obvious fact that this man is probably fired now because of your speech?".

Tom was growing mad. He couldn't believe you were defending the guy who was flirting with you the whole dinner.

Turns out that what was supposed to be a calm and relaxing dinner quickly became something distasteful, as Tom took notice of the waiter that was serving your table that night looking at you with a dumb smile on his face the entire time. He could even see the guy talking to some other workers about you, staring at you like you were some kind of meal. So Tom did what he thought was right - he made it very clear that you were his girl and a employee shouldn't be looking at you like that.

"I don't give a single fuck if he's unemployed right now. He should take this as a lesson to not disrespect you or any other woman in his workplace", Tom said, undoing his tie and throwing it in anywhere in the wardrobe. He was tired and pissed with the whole situation - and, more important, with you, for making a big deal out of it.

"Disrespect me, or disrespect you, Tom?", you snap, eyes wide with anger. "Cause it didn't look like you were worried about me. Cause all I wanted was a peaceful dinner with my boyfriend, who actually never seems to be available to me, and you made it pretty hard for me to enjoy, just because you were mad for a guy possibly be flirting with your girl! Like I fucking belonged to you!"

"Oh, fuck off, y/n", he hissed, walking past the closet's door and going straight to the bathroom. "It's obvious I'd be pissed for the it too. You're my girl, and I don't think it's nice if other man look at you like that! Don't act like you've never done it too".

You followed him, yelling next. "Shit, you're unbelievable! What is it? Nobody can look at Tom Holland's girl? Because you're the great motherfucker mobster and I'm your fucking prize?"

Tom turned his body to glance at you again. He pointed a finger at you, eyes serious and penetrating. "I've never said it. That's not how I see this".

"Oh, really? So you care to explain me why do you keep doing that? We barely spend time together now, Tom, and when we finally get to have a nice night out, you make sure to state that I'm yours and that no other man can lay an eye on me", you sniff, unable to keep the cracked voice from coming out and show how upset you felt about it. "I don't like to feel that I'm waiting for you like a goddamn doll, Tom".

"Well, darling, I'm sorry if I'm not being enough, but that's how real world works", his voice is cold and he is avoiding looking into your eyes, his jaw clenched in a way that make it clear that he's not satisfied with the conversation's rumor. "I made it pretty clear when we first met that my job doesn't allow me to be here the entire time, so what the fuck do you expect me to do? Or do you think that this nice house and the maids, and all the fucking jewels I give you come for free? Tell me, y/n, what the hell you want from me?"

You watch his usually soft features whenever you were around turning into the one he used with his men. The veins in his neck visible, his pupils huge and thin lips trembling with anger. Tom has never spoken to you that way, and you could feel the pressure on your chest with the pain from his harsh words.

A couple of tears rolled down your cheeks and you were quick to rub them away with the back of your hand. Noticing the way you pressed your lips together lightly, Tom's face softened and he realized his posture and tone.

"I don't- I don't know, Tom", you say in a low, croaky voice. "Think I just wanted us to be a couple. I'm truly sorry if that's too much to ask you for".

His heart pained at your words and he took a few steps in your direction. "Darling, no, that's not what I-"

You stopped him, putting your arm in front of you and shaking your head. "No, that's exactly what you wanted to say. I don't know what I had in mind when we started dating, nor what I was thinking when I agreed to move in here, but I don't want to be between you and your job anymore".

He stared at you, unaware of what you were about to do, thinking about what to say. He didn't want to fight with you like that, but didn't want you to think that what you've said is true neither.

You walked past him and straight to the closet again, picking up your suitcase and grabbing a few clothes from the wardrobe. Tom watched you for a few seconds, startled, and then started to panic.

"What are you doing?"

You ignored him, trying to think what you'd possibly need to get to stay out tonight. You could get the rest of your things later, but right now you just wanted to get out of that house.

"Y/n, love, what are you doing?" He asked in desperation, reaching your arm and trying to pull you away from the wardrobe, but you just shrugged his touch off.

"What does it look like? I'm leaving, Tom! If you can't conciliate our relationship with your job, then I guess I have nothing to do here anymore". You say through gritted teeth.

"What?!" He breathed out. "Darling, you can't leave like-"

"Don't you fucking call me darling!"

Tom stops and stares at you, blinking. His mouth is agape, trying to get his thoughts together. You didn't stop packing, and when he saw the determination in your actions, he simply couldn't contain the anger growing on his chest.

"Know what? Go. Leave me! Get the fuck out of this house. I don't fucking care!" He yelled, and you jumped slightly at the sound of his guttural voice.

You wiped some of new tears and nodded once, not minding to get anything else as you closed your suitcase and walked out of the room, hands shaking from the emotions you were so hardly trying to refrain.

But before you could step out of the room and go down on the stairs, you turn around to see he stagnant at the same spot. "Fuck you, Tom. You can take all this damn jewelry. Take this, the clothes, and everything else you bought me. If I can't have you, these don't mean a single thing to me. I'm not a fucking doll, Tom".

You left, and he couldn't move for minutes straight.

*********

The night passed by and Tom didn't hear from you. He checked his phone more times than he liked to admit, but you didn't answer any calls, any messages. Nothing. He didn't even realize what time he fell asleep on the couch, waiting for some sort of sign from you, but in the morning, when he rolled out of it, his heart pounded in his chest at the realization that you were nowhere to be seen.

He asked Harrison, his best mate and the second person you most chatted with in the house, if he has seen you, but he didn't have anything. So Tom waited, trying to focus on his work for the morning and the evening, as he thought that maybe you just wanted some time to think clearer. He regretted saying those things to you already, knowing that none of that was true. Obviously he did care if you were there in the morning. He wanted to wake up with you by his side like every other day. It was all that mattered for him after all. Not the money, not the jewel, not the house. It all didn't make sense when you weren't there.

And he felt so sick thinking that you truly believed he was seeing you as a prize, as a doll that would stand beautifully waiting for him at the end of the day. He knew he should have persisted and said that you weren't right, that he loved you so much that he could take a bullet for you, right on his chest. He'd do anything for you, but didn't seem to know how to put that in words when it comes to a fight.

"Fuck!" He shouted when alone in his office, hands collapsing on the desk. It was past seven at night and he hadn't heard from you. A whole fucking day. He asked Harrison to send the men to look for you. He wouldn't force you coming back home, but he needed to be sure you were alright.

All the bad thoughts he could have were now successfully running through his mind and driving him nuts. He thought that maybe some rival mobster could have laid eyes on you, all by yourself, and tried to do something. You could be in serious danger right now, and Tom wouldn't forgive himself if that was the case.

He took a drink. He needed to clear his mind as time was passing by and his men didn't have any information about you. Your phone would be filled with unanswered calls from him, even voicemail telling you he was sorry and would do anything if you only called him back to say you were doing fine.

"Please, love, if you're listening to it... fuck, I'm so fucking sorry. I never intended to hurt you. I'm a dumbass, and you don't have to forgive me, but, please, just let me know you're fine and I'll give you your time. Just- please. I need to hear from you, y/n", he recorded, a drink on his hand and the other holding his phone firmly.

When it was 9pm, he decided he was going out to look for you himself. He just couldn't sit there waiting for a call or for his men do to something - he needed to take that pressure of his chest and no one was helping.

He took his gun, called Harrison and a few more man before heading to the living room.

"Alright, we have a few more places left" Tom started his instructions, while shoving his gun at the back of his trousers. "Harrison and I are going to her family's house. You two check in her old friend's place. Doesn't matter how far it is, I don't want you two to come back until you've looked through that fucking town-"

"Tom", Harrison cut him off, coughing a bit to get his attention. He was about to snap at him, when he followed his gaze.

And there you were, standing at the door frame in the living room, a confused expression on your face as you tried to understand what was going on in the middle of the room. Usually, Tom never had meetings in any other area than the conference room.

"What's going on?", you asked bluntly, and Tom releases a deep and relieved breath, so audible that you couldn't not take notice of.

"God, you're here", he breathed out, walking towards you in large steps. You were still mad, but also so confused with his reaction that you couldn't stop him from holding you tightly in his arms. "Fuck, darling, where were you?".

Besides his words being a bit harsh, his voice was soft and caring, worried if anything. He didn't let go of you first, kissing the top of your head for a long minute.

Harrison smiled a little seeing the both of you and dismissed the men out of the room, leaving the two of you alone.

"Sorry, you don't need to explain", Tom shook his head and pulled away to look at you. His eyes were bloodshot and tired, a dark circle around it. He brushed your cheeks with the pad of his thumb and furrowed. "Are you okay, though?"

"Yeah, I am- but what was going on?", you insisted.

Tom cupped your face on his hands, still not believing that you were there again. "I was so fucking worried. I thought that something was off, you didn't answer any of my messages or calls... I was heading to a drive with my men to look for you".

You blink a few times, startled that Tom was so concerned all this time.

"I was in a hotel room, actually", you chew in your lower lip, kind of ashamed that you put him through such a concern. "Needed to be alone for a time, so I turned my phone off".

Tom pressed his forehead against yours. "It doesn't matter anymore, darling. It was all my fault", his voice was croaky and you felt your heart pounding inside your chest. "I should never have said those things to you-"

"It's alright, Tom-"

"No, it's not", he shook his head. "Cause it was all lies. I do fucking care if you leave me. I wouldn't stand being away from you, my love. You're everything, everything. And you're right, I don't spend much time with you, and it eats me alive, cause that's what makes me happy, being around you. All I ever wanted was to make you happy, sweetheart. I'm so fucking sorry if I haven't shown you how much you mean to me..."

"Shhh, Tom", you closed your eyes, hugging him by the neck and bringing him closer. "It's okay, I know it. I wasn't thinking straight too, I know you don't treat me like that. I was just too pissed, and yeah, I'd like to spend more time together, but it's alright that you don't-"

He cut you by a sweet kiss pressed on your lips, "Nothing is more important for me than you. I was too mad with that thing in the restaurant to say it right away, but I'll try harder. I'm gonna be here with you, no matter what. Work can wait".

You sigh and pull him closer, breathing his comforting scent.

"My lovely girl", Tom sighs and smile a bit. "You scared the hell out of me".

"You deserved it, idiot" you said and he laughed quietly.

"I love you, darling", he stroked your back, hiding his face in the crock of your neck. "Always".

"Love you too, Tommy".

You spent the rest of the night together, having a nice and cozy dinner at home. Tom never smiled wider than that night, and the following others were fulfilled with his promise - there was always time in your day to spend alone with your boyfriend.

*******

Taglist:

@dreamy-clousds

@pinkrockstar19

@onyourgoddamnleft

@spideyspeaches

@miraclesoflove

@hollands-taste

@zspideyy

[elysianslove]

Hi! I love you and your writing so much!! Thank you for sharing your awesome writing talent with all of us. Could I please request with Gojo and Megumi (if it's okay to request for both), their s/o is having a hard time with stress and anxiety due to work and walks in on them crying, how would they react and go about cheering them up? thank you!! <3<3

considering i’m one more anxiety attack away from just losing it because of uni, i decided to write this one, to anyone else that might need it. also, thank you so much for your words!! i love you too and i hope you enjoy this !! <3

also im sorry if there are any mistakes, i’m really tired eeeee

gojō satoru

━ you’re not sure when the sun had set, but time had quickly become an illusion, your entire focus on the laptop screen before you. your eyes burn from the consistent staring at the screen, and your head aches and throbs from both the pressure on your eyes, the lack of sleep, and as a warning sign of the oncoming panic flooding your chest. 

a wobbly sigh leaves your lips, and, before you can stop it, a sob follows. you’re just so tired, and the exhaustion is quickly catching up to you, overwhelming you all of a sudden. the tears start to prick at your eyes, and your shoulders slump as you finally break. your chest starts heaving unbearably, and you have no desire nor the will or energy to stop it, so you let it happen, let yourself fall apart, let yourself feel everything all at once, and let it slip off your shoulders in uneven waves. it’s okay if the headache feels so sure now because of the endless tears streaming down your face, because you need this. you need a break so damn bad. 

you don’t hear the door open, don’t hear the interrupted, “i brought doughnuts!” and you don’t sense the presence of your lover cautiously approaching you. you don’t feel anything until his hands are settling on your shoulders, caressing down to your arms, and back up again as he soothes you. his lips settle at the crown of your head, pressing as gentle as he can as he guides you through the tears, allowing you to sob away your worries and anxieties. 

his hands squeeze a little tighter with every hiccup and ragged drag of breath, his own worry evident. he doesn’t speak expect the occasional soothing shushing, and the few, “i love you, it’s okay, you’re okay, i love you.” 

and when your sobs lessen, when you’ve cried your heart out till your eyes no longer burned from the laptop screen but rather from the salty tears that had overwhelmed them, till your hands shake from relief and your body feels boneless, you fall into his arms, and he easily catches you, cradling you to him.

the sigh that leaves your lips this time is steadier, and you cling to him. and when your heart rate calms down, he picks it up again by dancing his fingers relentlessly along your middle, and instead of sobs, laughter tumbles out of your mouth. he’ll spend the evening talking with you, you’re sure, alleviating your stress even more, but after his fingers are done torturing your skin. 

fushiguro megumi

━ he hears your sobs before he sees you. the door acts as a thin barrier between you and him, and when his head rests hesitantly on it, his hands shake. his heart breaks in his chest at the way you sound, your sobs muffled for a reason unknown to him, and he’s not sure his chest would be able to handle seeing you visibly break before his very eyes.

still, he steadies his shaking hand on the doorknob, and pushes through, immediately wincing at your state. you’re curled up in your bed, papers and laptop disregarded on the floor, and a pillow settled on your head. he wants to rush towards you, to group you in his arms and embrace you and wipe away your tears, but his feet move slower than he anticipates, and it feels like years before he’s settled by you. 

“angel?” he whispers, leaning forward, and his heart breaks again when he sees you flinch away, hiding yourself away from him. instead of discouraging you from doing so, he sighs shakily, and shifts along the mattress, sinking alongside you until you’re pressed up against him. his arms find their way around you quickly and he hugs you to him as tightly as he can, as if that can someway take your pain away. “it’s okay to hurt,” he reminds you, and he presses a lingering kiss to your temple. “it’s okay to feel overwhelmed too. it’s okay to take breaks, especially when you need them. you’re human, and it’s okay to not be okay every once in a while.”

his arms don’t loosen their grip on you for a moment, not even you’re too tired to continue crying, not even when you’ve exhausted yourself to sleep. he’s there when you wake up, with the prettiest, most comforting smile on his lips, and he kisses all over your face with those same lips, repeating constantly just how much he loves you, over, and over, and over again. 

end note; no liam just payne 😩💔

[shotorozu]

hello!! i hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself ❤️ please remember to take breaks and drink some water !!!!

i was wondering if i could request headcanons for izuku, denki, and kirishima comforting a reader (gender neutral if you don’t mind) after their birthday absolutely sucked? it’s my birthday and my mom went out of her way to ruin it, my best friend is barely talking to me which idk why, i got my period which makes me sick, and it’s finals so i’ve spent the day crying, sleeping, and studying. if not i completely get it!!!! don’t feel pressured ❤️

s/o’s ruined birthday

character(s) : midoriya izuku, kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used; gender neutral, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : comfort, (angst if you squint) fluff (x reader)

warning(s) : reader’s mom being mean, and waking up to cause unnecessary chaos just because she felt like it :( period mention in izuku’s but it’s not,, even descriptive. and it’s i one bullet don’t worry :))

note(s) : omg i relate to you so much anon, my past birthdays got ruined by mom just because she woke up on the wrong side of the bed 💀 and this year i got my period the day before my birthday— so i was cramping the entire time 😐 in short, i relate to you ‼️and i’m sorry your birthday got ruined :( i hope this helps

im also sorry for the delay :,) also no proofread 🧍‍♀️

➽───────────────❥

midoriya izuku

help omg he’s in a state of panic

HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED— like,, the person that cares about your birthday the most (besides you) is him‼️

izuku must’ve planned things out precisely, even going to the point that he’d buy your birthday present 2 months ahead

because he’s just so worried about messing things up. he’d never live it down if he failed this one day

he walks excitingly to your room, ready to pick you up for the day— since he wanted to take you out on a birthday lunch, to celebrate the day

well, it was mostly for a birthday lunch, but also because he wanted you to feel better

you’ve told him that the day had started out on a wrong foot— since you woke up to your best friend ignoring you for a reason you couldn’t figure out.

you reassured him that you’d find out later, but regardless, you wanted to cheer up— and not waste this day on sadness, and have a nice lunch with izuku.

“today is going to be wonderful, i claim it!” izuku exclaims excitingly, gently squeezing your hand— and you can’t help but be uplifted by his words

temporarily

you felt a weird feeling in your stomach, and it was all familiar too, the cramping in your abdomen—

oh, it was that. and izuku was able to recognize what it was. way to start of this birthday experience, right?

the both of you guys end up dashing to the nearest washroom, taking care of it immediately— there’s a concerned look on his face

“are you okay? are you in any pain?” he’d ask, running the back of his hand along your cheek in an attempt to comfort you

“i’m fine, izuku, it’s all good. now, let’s go!” you’d beam in excitement, which started a chain reaction— and lightened up izuku’s mood.

the discussion was put to rest on that, and the two of you went on like normal— as the both of you headed to the designated restaurant

there would only be more misfortunate events to happen, as it appeared to be that the moment you and izuku stepped in the restaurant

the waitress that was serving you both had an interest in your boyfriend, even though you were RIGHT there to see all of it

and oh wow, it was so subtle— you wouldn’t have guessed from the airy laughs, her lingering gazes, and the way her hand would touch his shoulder

and also the way she’d get your order wrong, or she’d spill your drink on you as an ‘accident’

oh and your boyfriend definitely knew about what she felt, and he was not pleased

she even went as far as to ask him if the date was boring, and if the complementary cake would make up for it— her efforts on being subtle making quite the jump.

which made you super frustrated and just overall,, not good, on your own birthday— and even izuku could see that, despite you not saying a word

so, izuku quickly paid for the food, and the both of you guys bailed the restaurant swiftly

it was still pretty early in the day, but all you wanted to do was sleep, and forget that today was even supposed to be a special day.

he left you alone in your room for you to change into comfier clothes— to your requests, and when he came back, you were in a state of distraught

and he’s super bothered, brows furrowed and everything. why must you be sad on your own birthday? how did this all go wrong? and how can he fix this?

“please don’t cry, Y/N, i’m so, so sorry.” he apologizes, his hands rubbing your back as tears dripped into your pillow

“i don’t,, know how this happened! if i knew the staff there were like,, that, i would’ve not picked that place. today was supposed to be an amazing day for you but..”

“don’t apologize izuku,” you reassured, rubbing the incoming tears away, “none of this was your fault, i love your efforts! this,, just sucks.”

“i know sweetie, i’m sorry for that,” he rubs your stomach when your face scrunches up in pain, “you know what? i’ll be right back!”

he quickly leaves for a bit, only to come back with a selection of desserts, your gift and his laptop “we can watch disney movies! or well,, anything you want. i know that disney movies make you feel better!”

you stare at the selection of desserts, and you finally smile, “yeah, yeah. that doesn’t sound bad.”

he sighs in relief, and presents you your birthday gift “open this while i set things up!”

you stare eyes wide at the bundle of desserts, “thank you, izuku!”

“anything for you, lovely.” he presses his lips onto the temples of your cheeks— happy to see you smiling

oh and he definitely filed a complaint to that restaurant when you weren’t looking, the girl got fired :))

kaminari denki

also in a state of panic

his plan for the day wasn’t very descriptive, and he decided that he was just going to go off what he wanted to do

rather than what izuku did— which was planning in advance.

‘i’m just gonna go off what i want, no plans made!’ is what he told himself in his head, as he went straight for your room

he’s puzzled when he enters your room, and sees a not-so-happy Y/N, face contorted in dismay

“is,, something on your mind? it’s Y/N day! why do you look so,,”

“sad?” you finish his sentence, “ah, no!” you shake your head— dismissing your expression just now “it’s just that,, my best friend is ignoring me. i don’t know why though, and she won’t tell me.”

and he’s like 😃❓what kind of friend ignores someone on their birthday? he’s gonna find out later, for sure!

“don’t worry, babe! we can always find out later, right? today should be filled with happiness, right?” he jabs your abdomen, tickling you— effectively earning a giggle

“right,” you smile, because denki always knows how to make you feel better. “let’s go!” you exclaim, holding his hand as you leave your room.

yes i’m reusing the best friend ignoring you think im sorry i can’t think

so kaminari’s walking you to the place he figured would be a great place to celebrate your birthday at— for once, he doesn’t look that lost

“are you sure you know where you’re going?” you’d tease, which would cause him to intensively reassure you that he does

“of course i do!” he says proudly, “i’m just gonna do my thing, y’know? i’m in charge of the destinations”

and before you know it, the both of you guys run into someone you weren’t expecting.

your bestie 🤩 oh the luck you genuinely have.

they scowl just looking at you, and denki didn’t like it— like,, the nerve? ignoring you and then giving you the skank eye?

but still, denki tried to keep a conversation, “didn’t expect to see you here! how are you?” he stammers, trying his best to make the tense atmosphere disappate

“i’m doing good, denki!” they exclaim excitingly, almost as if you weren’t there “where’re you heading off to?”

denki tilts his head in surprise, “y’know,, just heading off to celebrate lovely Y/N’s birthday, of course!” you give denki a small, tight lipped smile

but your best friend doesn’t seem to budge, “who?” they reply, as if they don’t see you

it’s disheartening, honestly. disagreement are inevitable but,, you didn’t understand nor did he

denki’s even more confused, but decides to cut the conversation of it’s length, thinking that the misfortunes could just end at that

they didn’t stop there

you’ve also managed to run into your mother outside of the restaurant, when you were taking a quick phone call

she, normally— would’ve been very pleased to see you, let alone on this special day

but it appeared to be that she wasn’t happy at all, and in fact— showed that very well when she saw who you were with

her eyes narrowing, “this is who you decided to spend your birthday with?” she asks, a smile is plastered on her lips, but it lacks authenticity when she glances back into the restaurant

you nod, feeling a little too intimidated to even speak with the mood she’s in— she glances at your boyfriend, who’s oblivious to your encounter with your mother

“keep your mouth in check, child. make sure you don’t do anything to embarrass yourself even more.” and with that, she leaves— her words lingering in your mind

you enter the restaurant again, feeling 10x shittier than you were when you left to take that quick phone call

you’re aware that your mother would support any relationship you were in, but you could tell that she didn’t like denki— but accepted him because ‘whatever makes you happy’

it was a downer, you didn’t need this today— and your sudden mood change was bound to get noticed by your boyfriend

“what happened?” he asks with concern, “did bakugou rain on your parade?” he asks, and you would’ve laughed but,, you honestly couldn’t find yourself to

“oh, it’s just..” you struggle to find yourself finishing your sentence, when the employees of the restaurant start singing you a happy birthday

you’d hate to say it but,, your mood was like that for the entire date, even when you brushed it off like nothing— and acted as if nothing went wrong

and when you flop onto your bed, eyes welling up in tears— he panics

“oh no, no, no!” he panics, dropping down to comfort you “baby what’s wrong? did you not enjoy today?”

“denki, i enjoyed today, of course.” you state, hands wandering up to pet his blond hair

“but then, why,, are you crying right now? i don’t want you to feel sad today! i know i’m not someone that looks serious, but i’ll definitely make things work!” he states with determination, and denki finds relief when he hears you laugh

“i saw my mom today”

“oh,” his brows furrowed, “i’m sorry, sweets. did she say anything rude?”

“oh uhm, im not sure if she meant it but it did hurt my feelings,” you simply state, not wanting to give the specifics, “plus with the best friend thing,,”

he’s silent for a bit, before he speaks “you know what? it’s okay. it’ll be okay. your best friend- not sure why she’s like that, but she’ll come around. and with your mom? don’t worry, and don’t let it worry you! it’s your special day, and you will feel special.”

denki backs away, and before you knew it, sparks radiate from all around his body— making sure he doesn’t touch you at all

“yaaaay!” he’s drowsy, and he dumbly raises his thumb high— which makes you burst out into giggles and pure laughter

“denkii, you cannot keep doing this!” you exclaim, but you still laugh when he replies with the same comedic ‘yaaay!’

you finally calm down, and you lean to press a kiss onto his lips, “thank you, denki. i,, really appreciate your efforts.”

he might feel stupid at the moment, but he’s glad that you’re happy again.

kirishima eijirou

looks like his usual self, but he’s internally panicking— he just figured that he needed to get himself together, for you

he had an idea on what he was going to do for you on your birthday, he even prepared a gift for you— 3 weeks in advanced (with the help of bakugou, his secret wingman)

it wasn’t an impromptu celebration like kaminari, but it also wasn’t super planned out like midoriya

eager, he approaches your room to give you a simple happy birthday— followed by a small shower of kisses

there was only one class for that day, so the rest of the day would’ve been lenient, right? wrong

on the contrary, his plans are disrupted when he sees you scrambled on the floor, notebooks splayed across you, as you memorized various things all at once

“h-hey, happy birthday!” he greets with his usual smile, and it falters slightly when you don’t showcase that delightful smile

“hey eijirou,” you say, eyes glued onto a section of your notebook “apparently, two extra topics were added into the math and physics finals test! and i had no clue!”

eijirou probably should be worried like you, since the written finals exams does somewhat impact his grade— and on top of that, the finals are in 3 days

and he knows that he should let you prepare BUT! it is your birthday,, why should he not celebrate your birthday?

“i feel like you shouldn’t be too worried about it babe, it’s your birthday after all!” he reassures, but he continues before you get to question him “you’re a hard working person, and even if you don’t absorb those extra topics— you could always run to bakugou, or yaoyorozu for a quick run down!”

he’s not wrong

you give a tired smile, a genuine one— which makes him silently cheer out of success “thank you, eijirou. i guess you’re right. it is my birthday, and i should be celebrating.”

and with that, eijirou takes you out for a simple celebration! he’d take you out for some food at a good restaurant, and then he’d take you out on a nice walk— as the both of you ate your dessert

he thinks that the celebration is going smoothly, despite the fact that you seemed fatigued, restless even— just from studying four extra topics back and fourth

otherwise— you seemed happy, eagerly blowing out the candles on the birthday cake the restaurant presented to you, and even grasping his arm closer as you ate your dessert

but it all crumbled down when you got one simple call that afternoon

looking at the caller’s id, it was your mother— who, otherwise would’ve been happy or at least calm on the other side of that phone, but you were greeted with hostility

“what are you doing?” she chides with a brash tone, and you try not to shiver, and when you answered that you were out celebrating with eijirou, she wasn’t pleased

“what?! just because it’s your damn birthday, doesn’t mean you get to relax around, kay? exams are this week! and you’re aware of what’s going to happen if you don’t pass, right?” though she’s not physically there, you can feel her sudden criticism

“..yes, mom.” you decide to take it all in, not wanting to anger her

“good.” and with that, she hangs up without a proper goodbye, the only time she acknowledged the current date was when she was scolding you

you brush it off, when you’re asked if you’re okay— the blatant yelling from your phone being difficult to ignore.

while the two of you start heading back to the dorms, you’re informed of quite the terrible news

“class 1-a, i must apologize since this is abrupt, but your math and physics finals are set to a day in advance, due to an urgent faculty meeting. but we can all assume that all of you have studied the material, right? take care, and don’t be out past curfew.”

this pushes your stress levels over the roof, and you ended up running back to the dorms— just to study the unfamiliar material

being your concerned boyfriend, the red head goes to check on you— only to be saddened to see you in such a distraught state on your bed, tears running down your face as you examined the material through watery eyes

“hey, sweetheart, it’s okay.. it’ll be okay,, i’m sorry that you feel this way, especially since i promised you a good day today!” despite displaying a gentle smile, you could sense that he was feeling terrible too

“don’t apologize,” you wipe your eyes, which only continue to generate more tears “i know you’ve tried, really! and i’m sorry that i had to bring you along. you definitely didn’t need to see all of that.”

he sits next to you on your bed, pulling the covers over your legs “i know it’s just,, i wish i could’ve done something more, y’know? i would’ve helped you study but you know that i’m well,, me!”

you giggle at his insinuation, and he moves closer to you, head leaning on your shoulder “man, i wish i knew what was going through the teachers’ heads. i could’ve— oh wait!”

he springs up, as if he suddenly remembered something important, and he sprints to his room

when eijirou comes back, he’s holding a tiny box, that has a bow— placed neatly on the center of the lid

“open it, babe!” he smiles, “i can’t believe i almost forgot! oh— just open your present!”

and when you open it, you’re ecstatic— unsure how to describe the sudden surge of happiness. “eijirou, you bought me a,, promise ring?”

he kisses your cheek briefly, unable to hide the blush adorning his cheeks “yeah,, you don’t have to accept if you’re not into jewelry! i could just switch it out for something—”

“no no, stop kiri!” you stop him in his tracks “i love it, so much. thank you for everything. especially for cheering the stressed and gloomy person i was today.”

he smiles, “it’s no issue, really. if my Y/N’s happy then i’ll be just as happy.”

and with that, you spent the rest of the day in eijirou’s affectionate arms— and you passed the exams with flying colors because kiri managed to get bakugou to give you a quick run through the day before

likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing and i do not profit off of my hobby

do not plagiarize, reupload, translate, or use my works for audio readings without permission

[keisurin]

swipe left! smau - ♡︎the wedding

suna rintarou x y/n l/n 

masterlist 

27 // 28 // 29

a/n: super long writing, take a drink and have a seat☺️

(for the people on the taglist, all chapters are already up, use the masterlist or next button to find the new chapters)

“y/n. y/n. Y/N DROP THE BET DROP THE BET YOU DONT HAVE TO PAY ME ILL PAY YOU OH MY,” tendou screeched into his microphone. you just explained how you ended up in this situation where you’re going to a wedding as suna’s plus one to shiratorizawa and everyone, more like just tendou was in a sort of panic state.

“tendou-san, sweetie, CHILL IM JUST ACCOMPANYING HIM,” you screech back. you were currently at a hotel near the wedding venue getting ready for the wedding that was sort of last minute having it just 2 days after suna asked. while getting ready you decided to call the shiratorizawa squad but it went downhill quickly with tendou’s undying dislike for suna.

“accompanying him, what does he also need to be accompanied when he goes to the bathroom?” you could feel the aura of tendou rolling his eyes through the phone. despite his saltiness you couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“tendou-senpai! why are you freaking out so much? it’s not like y/n-senpai ever falls for anyone, nothing will happen right?” goshiki tried to calm down the fuming red head. tendou wasn’t actually angry he just likes to provoke a bit. you on the other hand, would rather die than admit how you feel for suna.

“pft, yea,” you replied.

“oi y/n you didn’t say anything about you and suna sharing a whole ass couple hotel room,” semi said. you and suna were given a hotel room to share, you were sort of shocked but the suna’s seemed to be richer than expected and the wedding must’ve been a big thing.

“hoi there’s two beds it’s just like a sleepover sem-chan.”

“a wedding, y/n are you wearing a wedding gown?” ushijima asked confused on the situation. “BWHAHAHA SHE WOULD THO,” tendou shouted. “y/n would wear the maid outfit tendou got her, she has no morale,” shirabu coldly said.

“when y/n and i were younger she wore crocs to one of the weddings we went to,” semi brought up. “i did and USHIJIMA-SENPAI, I DONT HAVE ANYTHING ON RIGHT NOW, YOU CAN PICK THE COLOUR OF THE DRESS IM GOING TO WEAR” you excitedly spoke.

“y/n are you naked-“ “hey y/n you said suna would provide a dress, don’t forget that,” semi cuts ushijima off but reminded, what would you do without him. and you were actually wearing a temporary dress just waiting for suna to come back with the dress you’re meant to wear.

“put the circumstances aside, i would say you should wear a green dress, the colour of my crops at home.”

you were holding in your laugh as there was silence as ushijima continued “you can camouflage yourself in the crops.”

“ushijima-senpai, i’ll keep that in mind thank you so much.”

after awhile you heard knocks at the door and the familiar voice of suna spoke “y/n, may i come inside?”

“sHIT I THINK SUNA IS HERE.”

“tell him fuck you,” tendou says. “hey this is a no curse convo, goshiki is here.” you spat back. “what did he even do to you,” shirabu asked.

you ended the call and opened the door for suna.

“what’s up,” you smile.

“hey, sorry did i interrupt something?” suna asks.

“nope, no, this is your hotel room anyways, come inside.”

suna handed you your dress and told once you’re done you’ll go to the wedding venue. you followed through and went into the bathroom for privacy. you were already ready from earlier and just had to slip on the dress. you asked suna if you could go out and he gave you the okay.

there you saw him standing there, his body was muscular from volleyball and that showed through the fitted suit. this was the most tidy you’ve ever seen suna, minus the undone tie around his neck, he looked like this could’ve been his wedding.

“don’t know how to tie a tie now do you?” you softly chuckled. he jokingly pouted, “guessing you do?”

you gave the offer to tie it for him and when that was done you made your way to the venue. the venue was near the hotel so it was a small stroll.

the wedding went by quickly, you sat in the row that suna’s family was on. the wedding itself looking beautiful in the theme of light blue. unfortunately you and suna didn’t pay too much attention to what was happening since the two of you honestly just played imessage games the whole time.

towards the end at the reception, the people started the dancing. first came the hip music for the kids where they all just played around. suna’s sister asked you to join her after her brother told her no. you kindly obliged and joined her and just jumped and had fun, you’ve never felt so young. you didn’t see it but suna was covering his smile from how cute the two of you were. 

in the end they had the having the typical slow dance for the people with dates to come. suna’s sister suddenly speaking and saying “nii-chan, y/n! please dance?” rintarou rolled his eyes and shook his head, you on the other hand wasn’t able to say no to her, so you pulled rintarou off his seat and and got on the dance floor. 

you both didn’t really know what to do except place your arms around his neck. “you really had to pull me into this?” suna said as he placed his hands on your hips. you looked down and bit your lips trying to hold in your laugh since he didn’t seem to hesitant about this. his relatives started to tease and watch as the two of you sort of just awkwardly swayed together. “suna?” “yea?”

you wanted to have this conversation over the phone, it would’ve been less stressful but you couldn’t wait. “suna what do you think of me?” you asked. “eh? did i insult you or something?” 

“what? no i just wondered, are you going to leave me once this is done?” 

suna was speechless. he didn’t think you’d ask something like that. especially in the moment. “why would you ask something like that?” suna sounded almost offended.

“you said you needed a date for the wedding and that’s it, exams are coming close so our tutoring sessions would end, you don’t really need me anymore right?”

suna at the moment just felt sort of hurt but he gets the idea of you overthinking what your relationship is with him. he pulled you into a hug and spoke “y/n, you’re not this much of a dumbass, wedding, tutoring session or whatever, even if that wasn’t there i want you in my life. i’m into you, you know that?” 

rintarou isn’t good with words. if he had to he could reply to anything with one worded answers but he knows what he wants with you. and for you, his say and do anything.

his words fell lightly into your ears, suddenly it felt like your surroundings disappeared and it was just the two of you. you moved a bit to face rintarou’s face, “you’re into me?” you needed to hear it again.

“so into you.” 

you leaned your head into his chest and confessed, “me too.”

suna held your chin and made you face him, “putting all of the dumb bets we made aside, will you be my girlfriend?” you giggled and answered “fuck the bets i’m yours.”

funfact(s):

-the wedding was at a resort a bit far from the hyogo mainland which is why suna recommended that y/n stays at the hotel.

-the miya twins kept teasing suna that he purposely asked to share a room with y/n but no it was completed an accident.

-suna planned on asking y/n to be his girlfriend the night they were in the hotel together but already passed out from the fact he had to share a room with y/n.

-the day before, y/n met suna’s family and they all love her, especially suna’s sister.

-they’re official<3

taglist status: CLOSED

taglist: @02hhsailor @blana @heyheysey @elianetsantana @kritiiiii @dae-kirei @honeydrip @bbymilkbread @cece-lives-here @tsum-tsxmus @sbaepsae @shyroadloverslime @amberalisa @peteunderoos @definitelynotbianca @omibaby @angrylittleriri @good-girlinhell @anngelllla @simpletype @todaysnotmyday @rintarhoes @volleybloop @sunaluver @ssuna @shioriaigasaki @alienvarmint @witcherydotcom @babyshoyo @sickofyourbull @rint4rous @fi-chanwrites @wjsuna @pastel-babes @kellesvt @kathya420 @kiyobbie @vhskenma @yumaryko @420-uwu @kiraakaashi @navymacaroons @icedberrytea @vicassa @euphorin @mint-mai @its-babybitch