#pat pat it's okay anon i hope your next days are much much better

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

wifi reading through your Foul Legacy drabbles always helps me out of my fried brain

Just thought of some hurt comfort after the ridiculous day i had, like reader being at the limit of their patience and a simple small thing breaking the straw and having them breaking down from stress? anxiety? being overwhelmed? just all of that and fl seeing them and panicking, what does he do? who hurt them? and all reader wants is comfort and maybe a quiet place.

also idrk if this is where i read it from but laying down on his chest and he makes those soft rumbles that are like cat purrs? Immaculate.

*puts your brain in a crockpot and slow cooks it* hehe

honestly, Foul Legacy initially panics when he sees you in such a state, too. his brain just momentarily short circuits, overcome with worry and fear and a need to help, his instincts screaming at him to make you feel better, make things right. but he snaps back to reality with a fierce shake of his head, approaching you slowly and kneeling to your height with a soft, tentative croon. when you only gasp for breath, Legacy leans in and gently nudges his head against your shoulder before carefully gathering you into his arms. his touch is light and delicate so he doesn't alarm or startle you, claws running gingerly up and down your spine as he begins to purr. it's a constant, steady sound, your ear pressed against the ruff of fur around his shoulders, and the quiet rumble slowly brings you back to earth, grounding you like a soft cocoon as you blink, exhausted

Foul Legacy's arms are wrapped gently around you, keeping you close and surrounding you so it's just you and him, no one else. his talons move from your back to your face, giving your cheeks little nudges and pokes to keep you from slipping back into a daze, even a few sweet licks here and there. you just want to sleep, that's all- sleep somewhere safe and warm and away from everyone but him, and Legacy purrs soothingly, taking careful hold of your wrist and bringing your hand to rest over his heart. it beats with a steady, echoing thump, a pulse amidst the vibrations of his rumbles. Legacy gently pulls you down, snuggling you next to him and tucking the blankets all around your body. you snuggle up to his chest, and his face presses against the top of your head with a relieved sigh, holding you close and firm so you can sleep your worries away

tomorrow, he'll find out if someone hurt you. but for now, your comfort is more important

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

HII

Can you please do hashira with s/o who defends them when someone speaks ill about them?

(HEYYYY ANON!! This took longer to make than expected but I hope ya enjoy this and have a wonderful day!!)

The Hashira’s S/O Defending them

(Characters Included- All the Hashira)

(Warning: Just fluff and a little swearing)

🦋Shinobu Kocho🦋

- She finds it really endearing that you defend her. Even though she tells you multiple times that she can fend for herself, she still finds it adorable that you care that much.

- She will definitely tease you a little afterwards, saying stuff like “Thanks for saving me, my knight and shining armor.” (and will giggle her ass off)

🐍Iguro Obanai🐍

- Usually ignores rude people, very rarely will he confront them. So when the both of you were making your way downtown, walkin’ fast, faces passed, and spending time together. You suddenly encountered a person being downright rude. Saying stuff like he needs to take off the mask or else. It took him by surprise when you got in front of him and started yelling at them.

- He quietly thanks you and takes you out to some food to help clear your head. Plus he wants to treat you as a way to express his gratitude.

🍡Mitsuri Kanroji🍡

- It’s not often that someone has a problem with Mitsuri, since she’s always kind, caring, and just a lovable person in general. Although one day someone had an issue with how bubbly she was. They were also nit-picking every single thing she was doing very loudly to one of their friends. Then finally you had enough and told them off.

- Mitsuri stood there in amazement at your bravery to stand up for others. Then she panicked and tried to tell you that it was okay so that you’d stop making a scene.

🔥Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

- He doesn’t let other people’s hurtful words bother him because he assumes that they just had a bad day or are going through a hard time so he just moves on with his day. When he noticed your demeanor suddenly changed he asked what was wrong. He assures you that it’s no big deal, but when the person keeps on going on and on you just had to say something.

- When you were walking over to them he tried to stop and reassure you that everything was okay. Although even though it didn’t work, he’s still appreciative of your spirit.

🔊Tengen Uzui🔊

- If Uzui encounters someone being disrespectful to him he usually just shoos them off or belittles them, unless the person is being rude to you, Makio, Suma, and Hina. Then he gets a little more riled up.

- If you ever go off on someone he’ll just stand back and watch the show. Afterwards he’ll be like “That’s right, tell ‘em what’s up.” in a joking way.

☁️Muichiro Tokito☁️

- It surprised him at first when you defended him, he had no idea how to react so he just stood there (like this: 🧍🏻)

- Whenever you come back to him he’ll say “Next time don’t waste your time on those scum, just knock them on the head.” His bluntness earned a laugh outta you.

🌪️Sanemi Shinazugawa🌪️

- When he heard someone talking shit, he turned towards their direction and was ready to say something. But he was cut off abruptly by you storming to them and letting them have it. He was shocked but kinda proud at the same time.

- After you’re finished, he says that he can defend himself and that you should save that energy for something else.

🌊Giyuu Tomioka🌊

- Usually if someone talks shit about him he’ll just ignore it, he has better things to worry about after all. He was bewildered when he overheard you defending him. You taking the time out of your day to defend him made him feel warm inside.

- He will make some food and give it to you as a thanks for having his back.

🪨Gyomei Himejima🪨

- Was really surprised, he certainly didn’t expect it. He calmly tells you that there will always be people in the world saying ill things about others, and to not get yourself all worked up over that.

- After the minor lecture he’ll pat your head and tell you that he’s very grateful for you defending him.

Masterlist

[specialagentlokitty]

Toshinori x reader - mornings with you

Hello, hope you're doing well.😁 Could I request an All Might x reader with these prompts "Wake up sleepy head. I made you breakfast" "You didn't have to" "Well I wanted to"? Preferably with the reader making the breakfast. You don't have to write this of course🥰 - Anon💜

It wasn’t often that Toshinori slept in before you, but with everything going on recently with villains and teaching at UA, he was a lot more exhausted than he usually was.

You wanted to do something for him to make his morning just a little bit better, so you woke up early, placed a soft kiss to the top of his head and got out of bed.

Padding to the kitchen, you made yourself a drink before immediately getting to work.

Because of his injury there was some things he couldn’t eat or drink, so you kept they in mind while you prepared his breakfast.

It wasn’t much, you had made him some tea, pancakes and put some yogurt in a bowl with some of his favourite fruits.

Putting everything into eh tray you carefully carried it to the bedroom, setting it on his bedside table as well as confiscating his phone from him.

There wasn’t much on his phone, some news headlines, and a few texts from Midoriya who had messaged him last night to excitedly tell him about something.

Stashing the phone in your bedside table, you opened the windows to let some air into the room but kept the curtains closed for now.

Then you walked over to Toshinori who was laid on his stomach fast asleep.

Kneeling down, you gently place your hand on the back of his head.

"Wake up sleepy head. I made you breakfast.” You whisper.

Toshinori stirred but didn’t wake up, he stay asleep for a minute or two while you played with his hair before his eyes snapped open.

He quickly turned around and looked you over head to toe for any sign of injury or distress.

“Are you okay? Why are you awake?”

He constantly worried about you, so having you awake before him which never happened immediately put him on high alert.

Giving him a soft smile, you nod your head.

“I’m okay sweetheart, but it’s time for you to wake up, and I made you breakfast.”

Toshinori sat up, running a hand down his face as he leant back against the headboard.

Getting up, you carefully set the tray into his lap before going to get his clothes ready for the day.

The first thing he did was reach for his phone, but when he couldn’t find it he assumed you confiscated it and turned his attention to the tray of food before looking up at where you were ironing a suit for him.

“You didn't have to…” he says softly.

“Well I wanted to.” You smiled.

Toshinori smiled back but he couldn’t help but feel a little bad.

You had woken up early, and instead of staying in bed to relax, you were doing things for him.

You made him breakfast, and now you were here making sure he was ready for the day, and it made him feel bad.

He couldn’t start eating without you, so he waited, and the moment you were done he pat the spot next to him on the bed.

“Come on love.”

The moment you walk over he gently pulls you into his side, cutting up a bit of pancake and holding his fork out to you for you to eat first.

You were his priority, he was going to make sure you were fed before feeding himself, even if you had made the food for him

[cloudbug08]

Heyyyy, i hope you are having a wonderful day, and if not, i hope it gets better

I saw you did a part 2 for worth it and I can't help but want a part 2 for night terror like immediately after the events (like a day or 2) the reader isn't little and comforting logan telling him it wasn't his fault and logans trying to make up for it by over compensating and maybe reader slips again cuz the pain of they're stitches or cuz they feel guilty that logan feels bad because of what he did and it just turns into pure fluff and cuddles by the end

I saw your working on other fics tp so don't feel pressure or anything I just really love your Tumblr thank youuuuuu so much 💗

Night Terrors p2

Logan (James) Howlett and fem!agere!reader

A/N:Thank you so much Anon! I hope you enjoy this work! I didn’t expect so many people to enjoy Night Terrors considering it was just an offhand idea, but I’m glad ya’ll liked it! ∩^ω^∩

I switched up the request a little bit anon, I hope you still enjoy it.

All of my oneshots will be/are written with a fem reader in mind because I write my works self indulgently, however, if it’s requested I have no qualms writing the reader GN

Unless I’m writing a romantic work, there is so age in mind for the reader, however, romantic works will be written with an over 18 reader in mind （╹◡╹）

TW: Logan stresses and feels immensely guilty, slightly description of blood, cuts and bruising.

Logan stares blankly at the tv while you hum drowsily along to the theme tune of the cartoon playing, he clenches his fists when your squirming causes your sleep shorts to ruck up, the gauze peeks through, its dappled with blood.

He clears his throat

“Bee, it’s time to change your bandages.”

You blink up at him, smiling dopily

“Okay pa.”

You wiggle, shifting so Logan can cut off the bandages and replace them.

He drops the first aid kit down next to you in the couch, plopping down onto a stool in front of you, you giggle at the funny picture of his hulking body dwarfing the stool underneath him.

He pushes your shorts away from the gauze, picking up a pair of scissors to cut away the bandage, his hands tremble when the metal touches your skin, blinking out of his haze when you call for him

“Daddy? What’s wrong?”

He rubs a hand over his face

“I can’t believe I let myself hurt you, I’m so sorry honeybee.”

he presses a multitude of kisses on your head, he’s shaken.

“But you didn mean it, you said sorry n it’s all okay now”

Logan blinks, thumbing gently over your kneecap, he smiles at you mournfully

“No, I didn’t mean it, thank you, sweetheart.”

He steadies himself, picking up the scissors to slice through the gauze, he winces at the bloody cuts, the skin around them inflamed and bruising.

He grasps your knee, before swabbing around the stitches with iodine and quickly, sturdily wrapping up your thigh, he gently pats your shin

“All done babydoll.”

You smile, pressing a messy kiss to his bearded cheek, you then start to wring your hands nervously

“Can you decorate the bandage please?”

He huffs through his nose, smiling

“It’ll be coming off tomorrow, you know?”

You nod, stubborn

“Alright bee. Where are your stickers?”

You point to the cabinet under the tv, where all your colouring books and pencils were stored.

His knees creak when he stands, crouching down to retrieve your stickers, he peels a pack open, grunting when he thumps back down onto his stool, you giggle as he fiddles with the stickers, struggling to peel them off of their sheet.

You smile when he gets to work, evenly spreading an amalgamation of different kitten stickers on your thigh, before finally pressing one larger, glittery one to the middle, ever gentle.

“There you go sweets.”

You admire his handiwork, twisting awkwardly to watch the glitter sparkle and glimmer in the light.

“Thank you pa!”

He pushes your hair away from your face, smooshing a kiss to your forehead.

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Logan carries you up the stairs after dinner, your belly full of good, home cooked food. He drops you off in the bathroom.

“Brush your teeth and pee, I’ll get your pyjamas, okay?”

You nod, sleepy.

By the time he’s done, you’re dozing on the toilet seat, wanting to sit down after doing what he told you.

He smiles, gently lifting you again, swiping a smudge of toothpaste off of your cheek.

Logan sets you on the bed, helping you change, before he tucks you under the quilt, pressing a pacifier between your lips and giving you a peck on the cheek

“Sweet dreams honeybee”

You smile dopily, slurring out a

“See you in the mornin papa.”

He nods, smiling gently before moving to leave, swiftly turning around when you cry out

“Where goin?”

He frowns before walking back over, leaning down

“I’m gonna go down stairs and watch some tv, gonna have a cigar bee.”

You make a coughing noise, almost like a gag

“Smell gross”

He laughs lightly

“Yeah, yucky, I know, I won’t be long though, I’ll be here when you wake up, sound good?”

You nod, turning around in the bed to watch him as he closes the door.

You melt into the sheets, knackered.

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You groan, shifting in the bed, pulling your pacifier out of your mouth, you need a glass of water.

Turning to look behind you, cautious that Logan’s behind you, not wanting to wake the man, recognising he needed his rest.

Though the beds empty, the sheets are barely ruffled, cold.

You pitter patter out of bed and down the stairs, careful to skip that one creaky step.

Huffing at the shifting lump on the couch, Logan’s scrunched up on your two seater, grunting in his sleep.

You’re miffed, no longer caring about his ‘rest’ in that moment you gently shake his shoulder, he startles, blinking up at you.

“Bee, what’s the time?”

You furrow your brows, not realising how ridiculous you must appear, one cat sock falling down your leg, wearing matching pyjama shorts and sleep shirt that are both adorned with kittens, one hand on your hip

“Logan, What are you doing?”

“Sleeping?”

You narrow your eyes

“On the couch?”

He huffs, clearly not pleased to be explaining himself

“I knocked out after I smoked my cigar, I had a glass of whiskey, I’m sorry Doll”

You tongue over your teeth, unimpressed

“It doesn’t smell like you smoked, and we haven’t had a bottle of whiskey in the cabin for weeks, why are you really sleeping down here?”

He groans, part impressed and part annoyed that you managed to see through his lies so easily, Logan orients himself, unsure how to articulate himself

“The other night.. it scared me, in a way I’ve never been scared before, waking up to the bedsheets soaked in your blood, your blood caked under my nails, I’ve never felt fear like it.”

You soften, sitting down on the couch next to him

“You had a nightmare Logan, of horrors I couldn’t even fathom, I forgave you, about twice now actually, even though, there’s nothing for me to forgive, it was an accident, you didn’t mean it.”

“An accident that could have cost you your life”

He bites out

“But it didn’t, I know you’re scared, you’re allowed to be scared Lo’, but I’m not, not of you, not ever.”

“You should be”

He grumbles, you groan

“But I’m not! I’d rather have you in the bed, I feel safer when you’re there with me, you’re not doing me any favours by bumming it down here, I don’t need you to be self righteous Logan, I need you to forgive yourself, you cut me once, this has never happened before, I could never happen again.”

“But there’s a chance it will happen again!”

He raises his voice, you’re still not scared though, stubborn as ever, it only spurs you on

“Then we can work through it! I do not want you to be down here, suffering alone, now please, come up to bed with me.”

He mumbles under his breath, but you elect to ignore it, considering he’s standing up, you trot over to the steps, pleased that your consistency payed off.

He lays down on the bed next to you, groaning when his head hit the pillow, you give him a look that screams ‘I told you so’

“Save it.”

He grumbles, you smile, finally, at peace.

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Thank you so much for reading! Likes, requests and reblogs are much appreciated

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[madhatterbri]

Unbothered | F.B.

Summary: Can I please request a Finn Balor x ring announcer/reader fic?, where Finn loves showing off in the ring because he knows the reader is watching him, but she acts like she's unbothered 😉.

Author's Note: I took it one step further. I hope that's okay. ❤️

Requested by anon.

Finn Balor Masterlist

Unbothered Part 2

Taglist: @theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms

"It sure looks like Finn is showing off tonight for the main event," Michael Cole mentioned with a smile. He stared at his paper while trying to hide a smile. Pat McAfee laughed next to him and looked at Y/N. She glared at both men. The two were having fun at her expense lately.

"Well, he does have quite the woman to impress. Miss Y/N is our wonderful ring announcer and has certainly caught the eye of Finn. He is quite the catch to you know? Zero percent body fat," Pat commented and winked at his ring announcer. He fingers formed a 0 to elaborate on his previous comment. Y/N rolled her eyes and focused on the match.

The Irish man wasn't shy about showing off to her. His moves were bigger and flashier than they needed to be. His light eyes would lock on to her to make sure she was watching. When he completed his move, Finn would look for a reaction. Sometimes, she would roll her eyes. Other times, she would clap sarcastically. She was rewarded with a smile on his face.

Tonight didn't go exactly as planned. Finn stood on the top rope to perform a Coup de Grace. He turned to look at her like he normally did. When he saw she was watching, he jumped to perform his finishing move. His opponent didn't calculate the landing.

Finn landed on the man awkwardly. His ankle twisted. Y/N knew something was wrong the moment Finn didn't look at her. He automatically pinned the guy. The commentary table commented on the injury he might have sustained for those watching at home. They went off the air, and medic came out to help him get to the back.

The announcers and Y/N took a couple of pictures with fans. She couldn't hide the worry on her face. Maybe he was really injured. If only he would stop being a show off.

"You, uh, looking a little concerned, kid. Why don't you check on him?" Pat asked and motioned towards the ramp with his head.

"I guess," she answered. Truthfully, that was the only thing she had thought about. After a few more pictures, she apologized and started to take off from Michael and Pat.

"You think they gonna name their first kid after me someday?" He asked Michael. The two men laughed and continued to interact with the audience.

Y/N made it to the medical room and knocked on the door. Nervously, she crossed her arms over her body. The locker room would have a field day with her being there to see them. All the teasing, especially from Judgment Day, would never cease.

"Come in," Finn's Irish accent called through the door. She grabbed the handle and pushed the door open.

Finn couldn't hide his shock when he saw Y/N. He was expecting someone from his faction. The injured wrestler slowly sat up. His pant leg was hiked up. A bag of ice placed high on his ankle. His shoe was left next to the medical bed.

"Impressive. Showed off so much you ended up in medical," Y/N complimented and walked next to the bed.

"Worth it, though. I know my Coup de Grace is your favorite move. I see the way your eyes shine when I perform it," he smirked. Y/N couldn't stop the brief chuckle. God, this man is so full of himself, she thought.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Pretty lucky. Any minute longer, and doc thought I would have lost my foot," he answered.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "All right. Well, I hope you feel better. If you need anything, anything at all. Don't be afraid to ask someone else,"

Finn laughed. "How about your number? You like my moves in the ring, you should see how I am out of it,"

Y/N thought about it momentarily. "Okay, six,"

"Wait, seriously? Hold on," he pleaded and reached for his phone in his pocket. His fingers worked quickly on the touch screen. "Okay, ready,"

"Six," she repeated yet didn't say anymore numbers. They stared at each into realization dawned on him.

"Come on, I got injured trying to impress you. That should get me all ten numbers," he complained. Finn placed his phone on his lap.

"I couldn't be bothered by giving you the rest. Besides, you don't know if that's even the first number," she winked and walked out of medical.

[sleepyboy-stuff]

hiii-!!! :3 saw your post about Logan requests and was thinkin' about (CG) Logan who gets up in the night (like in X2) and he sees reader regressed whilst watching TV or something and he looks after them for a bit, maybe convinces reader to go to sleep and helps settle them???

hope you're having an amazing day/evening/night!!! feel free to ignore this idea!!!

-🧸🌷(hope it's oki that I went anon, was a bit nervous 😅)

ollo!! thank you so much for your request, and its totally okay that you sent it on anon, i dont mind at all!! youre super sweet :]

anyways, uh, heres what i wrote! im super nervous to post this but, i hope you like it :D

It was late into the night-- probably around 2am, you guessed, but you didn't bother checking the clock. Most residents of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters were fast asleep, and normally you were too. But tonight, you lay wide awake in your nest of blankets and pillows, hugging your favorite plushie and sucking on a pacifier as all sorts of thoughts ran through your mind.

Most prominent in your head was an overwhelming feeling of loneliness. This always happened when you were little; if you were alone for longer than 15 minutes, The Sadness started creeping in, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Usually you could distract yourself, by coloring or playing games on your phone or something, but tonight you were practically drowning in it.

Your heart ached for someone, anyone, to come and comfort you, but you knew nobody would. Especially not the person you really wanted: Logan.

You considered going to his room and waking him up, but you knew you couldn't do that. He wasn't the most strict caregiver, but he did have one very harsh rule: you can't bother him when he's sleeping, and you can't sleep with him. You knew it was because of his nightmares, but still, you missed him.

Tears were welling up in your eyes. You didn't know how long you'd just been sitting there, but suddenly, you decided you'd had enough of it. You sat up and wiped the tears away with your sleeve, shuffling out of bed with your plushie in tow.

And that was how you ended up here in the common room, watching Spongebob Squarepants on the big TV (with your plushie sitting next to you), giggling to yourself.

You were drawn into the cartoon, happy to finally get away from your feelings. So distracted, you didn't even notice the figure that appeared behind you.

"You're up late."

You squeaked in surprise, your head whipping around to find none other than Logan leaning up against the doorway, one eyebrows raised.

You stared at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to say.

He walked over to the couch, sitting down next to you with a huff. "What're you doing up, kid?"

You hesitantly took your pacifier out of your mouth to speak. "Couldn' sleep."

He grunted. "Yeah, me neither."

"Nightmares?"

"Yeah."

You wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your head on his shoulder. It was a bit of an awkward angle, coming at him from the side, but you made it work. "'m sorry."

"It's alright, kid. It's not like it's your fault," he said, resting his hand on your back.

You snuck your pacifier back into your mouth, but you didn't let Logan go, snuggling into him instead. He was always warm, and warm felt so cozy. He's even better than a blankie, you thought, as his hand started moving up and down along your back. It was a comforting touch.

You tried to pay attention to the show, but pretty soon your eyelids started drooping; finally, you were falling asleep. And Logan noticed.

"Hey, maybe it's time we head back to bed, huh?" He patted your back and pulled himself away from you, standing up.

You began to whine at the loss of warmth, looking up at him with sad eyes. He only stared down at you with lidded eyes, not falling for your puppy-dog look. 

You pulled your pacifier out. "Can I sleep with you..?" You knew his answer would be no, but you asked anyways.

Logan took a moment to think. "... Sure, you can."

Your eyes widened. "Really?!"

"Yeah. Just as long as you don't move around too much."

You felt a smile dawn on your face, and you popped your pacifier back in your mouth before you jumped up into his arms. He held you up easily, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"There we go," he murmured, walking out of the room. The TV was still on, but neither of you really cared.

Eventually, the two of you ended up in Logan's room. He gingerly set you down on his bed, and you pulled back the covers, crawling underneath them. He slid in beside you, pulling the blanket over your bodies before sliding his arms around you. You cuddled close together, and the room lapsed into silence, no noise except for the sounds of soft breathing.

In the end, you did fall asleep, secure in Logan's arms. But what you didn't know is that Logan never fully fell asleep himself. He laid awake the rest of the night, watching over you, keeping his little safe.

[meracyn]

Fairy Whispers ༄

a/n ; first ever fic ! apologies in advance if it isnt too good 😭 thank you for requesting anon <3 this fic is meant to be platonic, but read it either way you’d like + tomorrow ill probs post some shuichi content, n e ways i hope you enjoy !!

Fairy Tail.

The world where magic and adventure intertwine at every corner; where many are given the gift of bearing a sort of power, yet not everyone uses it to help and save others.

There’s corruption. Murder. Bloodshed caused by those consumed by the desire of gaining more power.

But of course, there are always ones with a good heart.

It was a sunny day today; and a day where everyone at the Fairy Tail guild could relax. Everyone was mostly off doing their own thing. Some drinking, reading quietly, chatting or hanging out with others.

It was supposed to be a chill day today, but definitely wasn’t for Lucy.

“Stop! Please, don’t hurt them!”

Lucy was sent on a mission — having to catch some robbers on a small village. It was pretty simple, so she took her time walking around, enjoying her alone time, or was, until she heard faint cries of distress. Following the sound, she came upon a scene that caught her off guard; it was a group of fairy poachers, trapping innocent fairies in nets, crushing or squeezing them in dirty bags. Lucy felt anger, and knew she had to act fast. Summoning her celestial spirits, she began to attack them, using her quick wit and power.

After sending them all flying off, Lucy quickly freed all the fairies, who hid or flew off as well, except for one. Stuck between a net, Lucy picked up the fairy out of the strings. The fairy, with sparkly wings and tear-filled eyes, looked up at Lucy, admiration, yet a hint of sadness mixing in her expression. “Thank you so much for saving me and my friends..” Slightly trembling, she continued. “I thought I was going to be their next experiment..”

Lucy smiled a little, lifting her finger to pat the fairy’s head. “It’s okay now, I’m here to protect you.” She said, hoping to provide her some comfort. However, as they both turned around, Lucy realized the amount of damage that was done. The poachers had destroyed the fairy’s home in the chaos, leaving her with no place to return to. “Where will I go to now?” the fairy whispered in worry.

Though dwelling in sadness, the fairy was admired by Lucy’s quickness to get involved and save her. “Thank you for saving me,” she said, voice slightly shaky. In a moment of thankfulness, she leaned in and gave Lucy a gentle kiss on the nose.

To their surprise, Lucy’s nose began to grow—two feet long, just like Pinocchio — Lucy was stunned — poked her nose, felt embarrassed and shocked. She did not expect that to happen by one small kiss. “Well, at least no one will see me like this! I hope...” she tried to joke, chuckling awkwardly.

The fairy gasped at the sight of Lucy, wondering how the kiss caused that strange effect. “Oh no..I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that would happen, but I’m sure it will wear off in a day.. I’m so sorry..” She cried out, frantically flying around while apologizing profusely.

Lucy only chuckled, shaking her head slightly. “It’s fine! It isn’t your fault, I know you have good intentions. But I guess I can smell trouble from a mile away now!” she exclaimed, trying to lighten the mood. The fairy, though still blaming herself, ended up smiling a little at Lucy’s attempt to make her feel better about the situation.

As they walked together, the fairy got an idea. “What if your nose becomes my new home in the meantime?” Lucy looked at her with an expression that said ‘That is the most wild idea I’ve ever heard.’ At the same time, she did understand how the little creature must be feeling, – losing the only place you call home is devastating.

“Does that mean you’ll decorate my nose and cut some parts to resemble it as a house?” Lucy teased. The fairy let out a short giggle while nodding, going along with Lucy’s jokes. “Now that you said it, maybe I should.” The celestial wizard feigned a look of horror before the two burst into laughter. Lucy promised to help her find a new home, and to find her whenever she needed help in the future.

The rest of the day was spent with them both picking up flowers, grass and small sticks. Using her magic, the fairy transformed the objects into a cloud seat, a small bed, table and chairs, filled with laughter along the way. Despite Lucy’s strange nose, she wasn’t too worried about it – at least it wasn’t permanent. Although it did feel really weird, she never would’ve expected to feel her nose heavy. Is this how Pinocchio felt? The blonde wondered. “I’ll definitely never forget this day.” she chuckled.

As the sun began to set, Lucy decided to lay down on the grass, humming contently as the cool breeze brushed against her skin. This experience was definitely strange but ending up being a lot of fun in the end.

It was quiet for a while, before she spoke up. “Like I said, whenever you need help, come find me at fairy tail. I’m Lucy Heartfilia, and I promise to always protect you.” Turning her head slightly, Lucy raised her hand, holding her pinky finger out. The fairy smiled, giving a nod. “I’m Y/N, and I promise you will always have the protection of the fairies from now on.”

They linked pinkies, under the starry night sky.

[deathbxnny]

helloo, platonic otto with a child!reader he made from his and Kallen’s dna, kinda similar to dr.mei making adam with her and kevins dna :3

I absolutely love this idea, and thank you for the request, Anon! I hope you like this!<33

Content: Platonic relationships, vague descriptions of experimentation, brainwashing(?,) Otto being questionably evil per usual, child reader, maybe ooc?, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

He considered the day of your "birth" to be the second best one of his life. The first one was meeting Kallen, of course, but your existence finally coming to life after so many endless years of hard research and experimenting almost beat it. But only almost.

For a while, he didn't really see you as a person. Sure you were technically his child now, but ultimately, you were really just created to follow in your "mothers" footsteps and make him proud! From the moment you can speak and walk, you are put through extensive training and schooling. He makes sure to let you know perfectly that this is all for your greater good and that you are very much expected to follow everything he says.

He sometimes conducts experiments on you as well, not necessarily any harmful ones, but rather one's that challenge your strength or intelligence. Failing his tests makes him irritated, although he hides it well behind strain smiles and rather rough pats to your head, as he tells you to do better next time. You've certainly taught him patience, that's for sure.

With that said, he loves ranting to you about literally anything that comes to mind. It doesn't matter that you are still a child or that you don't even understand anything he says. He will simply talk for hours on end and expect you to be listening. In a way, he thinks that you're the only person who can understand him. You are his child after all.

Theresa is less excited about hearing of your existence and Otto knows this, which is why he hides you very well from most, if not all, Valkyries. The last thing he wants is for anyone to get their hands on you or hurt you for that matter. Perhaps you've really grown on him more than just a perfect experiment after all.

Bit rest assured, that you will be spoiled greatly, especially if you do have some of Kallen's personality traits. He spares no expenses, as his only request is for you to never leave his side like everyone else did.

Sorry this took a while. School, work, and my health have been all jumping me at once, so I hope this is okay, Anon! And thank you again for the request!<33

[saursoob]

can you do a bf!yeonjun apologizing after an argument? please make it super fluffy!

❤︎ |i love you much more| ❤︎

yess ofc anon!! idk if this good enough but pls enjoy 💗

warnings: y/n is a overthinker, yeonjun refers to y/n as “pretty girl”

@saursoob reblogs r okay! please don’t repost

you and your bf yeonjun haven’t been hanging out much as of recently now that he’s been traveling for tour. you’ve been very supportive of his job but its been lonely. when you first started dating it was bearable but the more you got used to him in your life that started to change.

but you can imagine how ecstatic you were when you found out he was he finally coming home. you decided to get ready, putting on some light makeup even though it was late. you and yeonjun had been together for a over a year now but you still wanted to look your nice for him as its been a while since you’ve last seen him. as you were getting ready you received a text from your bf, yeonjun: “y/n im not going over today im super tired. ily” you pouted at his text feeling upset that he wasn’t coming but more confused if anything “he always comes over and “ily?” why didn’t he say the whole word?” ultimately you decide to push your thoughts away and respond back. y/n: “its alright. rest well!”

-

the next morning you text him to hopefully make up for the previous day of him not going to see you. y/n: “junnie come over today! i miss youu”

yeonjun: “i have a busy schedule today but ill try.” your heart sank at his cold laced tone. why is he being so weird? if hes mad at me he should just tell me. you sigh and put down your phone, scrolling on netflix to watch something to make you feel better

more under cut!!

hours later you hear a knock on your door, you secretly hoped it was your boyfriend even though you’re slightly mad at him. “hey” he says while you open the door, it was him. he goes in for a hug, barely even touching you when he does but you didn’t say anything.

“why are you here?” you asked him. silence filled the room as he went to lay down on your couch, taking out his phone and mindlessly scrolling on it. you looked at him in disbelief, aggravated on why he was acting like this. “yeonjun, are you mad at me or something?” you tried to keep your voice composed but failed to, your words coming out shaky.

“why would i be mad at you?” yeonjun says, not fully paying attention to you still looking at his phone.

“i dont know? yesterday you didn’t come over to see me which you never do, didn’t even bother to call but instead texting me and not even saying i love you properly?! and now you are here but you don’t even hug me properly either?? yeonjun, you were gone for so long leaving me here to miss you but you don’t even seem like you’ve missed me! ” you got so angry that unknowingly you started tearing up.

yeonjun immediately focused all his attention to you, standing up to face you. cupping your face with his hands and wiping a tear with his thumb, “darling, please don’t cry. im sorry i didn’t even realize that i didn’t hug you properly.” he says in a soft spoken voice while going in to hug you tightly.

“yesterday i was so jet lagged that i just went home ready to knock out for the night. i know this is no excuse for it but work has been so tough lately, tour’s, dance practice, schedule, interview appearances. its just a lot but please y/n i’ve missed you so much.”

he says while softly lifting your jaw for you to look at him “i’ve missed you more than anything, so please don’t think that i didn’t.”

you answer looking away from him, “yeonjun, could’ve have slept here.”

“i know and im sorry babe i wont do it again i promise.” he says leaving a peak on your nose

“lets make up for it right now, yeah?” yeonjun leads you to your bedroom, laying down first and patting on his chest signaling for you to lay down on him, you do as he signaled, getting comfortable on his chest.

“you know this isn’t gonna make up for it choi yeonjun” to which he chuckles at, “mmm i know, what if i make you breakfast in bed in the morning lovely?” you cant help but light up at his comment “you’re staying the night?! you don’t have any schedules in the morning tomorrow?”

“nope” he smiles looking down at you “you did say i have to make it up to you, right?”

after a while of being in the comfort of his chest and hearing his heartbeat yeonjun suddenly sighs deeply, playing with your hair. “you have no idea how much i love you y/n.” making you smile in a sleepy haze

“ i love you much more, yeonjun.”

!! reblogs are vv appreciated !!

ENDD!! im actually so nervous to post this since im not that confident in my writing but if you enjoyed thank you so much 😣 <33

[knchins]

Hii:D idk if your still taking requests for Tokyo revengers but if you are can you do headcannons for Mikey, Draken and Sanzu for a s/o who doesn’t open up because of trust issues and not wanting to bother them with their self since they feel like a burden? My daddy issues(parents marriage) really acting up rn 🙂

tyy:D if you do take this request you don’t have to tho😅

Sorry for the delay, anon! I hope you're having a better day <3

Pairing: Mikey x Reader, Draken x Reader, Sanzu x Reader

TW: they're all adults/aged up, hurt/comfort, minor depictions of PTSD/trauma, mild angst (w/ happy ending)

Reader Type: Gender neutral Word Count: ~300 each

Mikey

The first time he saw you flinch, Mikey didn’t think much of it. The other executives in the board room were being incredibly loud, yelling at one another and bickering over petty issues. The second time you nearly cowered when Koko slammed papers down on the table, he realized that something bigger was going on. Something was bothering you and while he had a feeling it was the arguing, he wasn’t a hundred percent sure. 

Getting you to open up could sometimes be impossible. It wasn’t as if Mikey was an open book himself. He kept a lot of his emotions stored away deep inside. He understood what it was like to not want people to know what was going on within your head. It was safer that way. 

But you were his beloved, he couldn’t just watch you suffer without even trying. He calmly told everyone to be quiet, a tone that read authority and that no one would dare ignore. Those standing immediately sat down and everyone went silent. Mikey stood and looked at you, “come with me while they figure out how to behave like adults.” 

You gave him a confused look before gathering your own papers and heading to his office where he sat down. “You don’t like when they’re loud, do you?” He asked in a soft tone that had you shifting nervously. What if this was some sort of trap? Was he going to snap at you for being so weak? 

You shook your head and he gave you a small smile. He patted his lap, beckoning you to sit down on it, which you did. “You can tell me, darling. Why didn’t you tell me that their yelling bothered you?” 

“I didn’t want to bother you. It wasn’t that important anyway.” You murmured, looking away from him. 

“It is not a bother.” He said sternly as he wrapped his arm around you securely. “I’ll make sure they won’t do this again, okay?” 

You nodded your head back, letting out a relieved sigh. 

“Now let’s go get some dorayaki.” He said with a grin. “My treat.” 

Draken

Draken had always been perceptive regarding other people’s emotions, especially his partner’s. When he felt you begin to pull away from him and dodge his probing questions, he knew that something was upsetting you. However, getting you to open up and tell him what was wrong was always the tricky part. 

With the itching feeling that he had forgotten something and that maybe he was the one that hurt you, he began to look over the calendar in his bike shop. That’s when he noticed the tiny heart beside a date that happened to be a few days ago. His heart sunk in his chest as he realized he had forgotten your anniversary. 

Immediately wanting to right his wrong, he closed up shop early for the day and got you your favorite flowers as well as a giant stuffed teddy bear. Draken was never one to care about anniversaries, but he knew that they were special to you. 

He found you at your shared home on the couch curled in a blanket with your favorite warm drink in your hand, anything to try and keep the negative thoughts at bay that had been conjured by his forgetfulness. 

“Hey,” He said, a small smile on his lips. He carefully set down the bouquet and bear before sitting down next to you and pulling you into his loving embrace. “Why didn’t you remind me?” 

A sigh left your lips, “I didn’t want to be a burden. You’ve been so busy lately.” You murmured as you sheepishly looked at the gifts he had brought you. 

“You’re never a burden,” He replied, kissing your temple. “Can I take you out tonight? I closed up the shop early so we can spend time together.” 

Tears gathered in your lash line as you nodded your head at him, setting down your mug to pull the enormous bear into a squeezing hug and burying your face in his fur. Ken smiled and kissed the top of your head. “Let me clean up, I’ll take you wherever you want to go. And next time, remind me so I don’t forget like an idiot."

Sanzu

You had been feeling more and more alone lately with how busy Haru had been with work. Being number two meant he was often times away on jobs or taking care of business. It seemed he never had enough time for you and you were starting to feel more and more like a burden to him because of it. 

It was like you were an afterthought and knowing that you didn’t come first had you in tears as you started to pack your bags. Luck would have it that your boyfriend would walk into his penthouse at that very moment. He called out your name, surprised to see you with a half-filled suitcase. 

“What are you doing?” He asked as he felt his heart sink into his chest. Did you not love him anymore? Did you want to leave just like everyone else in his life? Was he too much to handle? 

You froze, wanting to lock your emotions away tightly so he couldn’t see them. Instead, he could see the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. “You just don’t have time for me anymore.” You replied softly. 

He was in front of you with two large steps, pulling you into his chest as he let out a shaky breath. “I’ll make time.” He said, “I promise, I’ll make more time. Why didn’t you tell me how you were feeling?” 

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You said softly as you clung to him. “I know work is important.” 

“It’s not as important as you.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “I’m going to order us some dinner while you unpack. I’ll ask for some time off so we can travel somewhere- anywhere- just tell me where you want to go.” 

“I just want to be here with you.” You replied quietly and he hugged you even tighter. 

“Then we’ll stay here.” He replied. “Together.” 

Requests are open I just take forever to write them <3

[crowborn666-writes]

hello :) would u be willing to write a romantic arven x reader (who uses she/they pronouns pls) where the reader gets anxious very easily, maybe like generalized anxiety, and almost nothing makes them feel better. so in an attempt to help, arven finds out a way to soothe her (ur choice) and it actually works for them and she’s really happy and yeah <3

Darling Deerlings

(Of course anon! Hope you like it! I actually have a lot of anxiety, so if you’re like this, don’t worry about being alone! (Also I’m making an excuse to write about one of my favorite grass types))

Arven x Reader

Genre: Comfort, Fluff, Romantic

Summary: Your anxiety can be a bit much sometimes, but Arven’s there to help you every step of the way.

~~~~~~

“I-I don’t know about this Arven…”

“Oh c’mon,” he replied, “It’s just a Deerling! It won’t hurt you.”

“But what if a Sawsbuck shows up?” Your anxiety began pouring out of your mouth, hands tucking closer to your chest as the Deerling took a tentative step closer.

“Then I’ll protect you. Now c’mere, if you really want to, of course.”

That’s the thing you liked about Arven, he urged you to try new things, but never pushed you out of your comfort zone. You let him take your hands in his, his warm chest circling you to press at your back. His hands guided yours, palms to backs, out towards the Deerling.

It was almost like the Pokémon understood, staying still until you were ready for touch.

A shaky gasp left you as the Deerling’s soft fur met your hand, a soft trill from the Deerling showing it was content with your touch.

“See? Not so bad.” Arven murmured in your ear, kissing your temple afterwards. “You wanna try in your own?”

A quiet nod, and Arven’s hands left yours, moving to rest comfortably on your upper arms as his chin found your shoulder.

As you pet the Deerling Arven’s thoughts went back to Area Zero. You had been doing well regarding your anxiety before then, but by the end of Area Zero it had you both messed up some. Arven recovered quicker than you did, and so he was working to help you heal as well.

You pulled your hand back from the Deerling before you got too overwhelmed, watching as it bounded away to join some friends.

You and Arven came back the next day, having been coming from Levincia to Artazon. You had stopped for a quick lunch break when the group of Deerling came running up with cheerful trills.

You, Arven, and your Pokémon greeted them warmly, and Arven was quick to make another sandwich for them to share.

He offered to let you try and feed them too, which you politely declined. Arven fed the Deerling one by one, each delighted by the taste.

The group of Deerling pranced around the picnic table with your Pokémon after everyone was done eating. You moved to stand next to Arven and help him clean up.

“The Deerling are awfully friendly.” You piped up, turning as one came up to give you a flower it found. “Oh, thank you!”

“Yeah. Guess they’re used to people taking this route.” Arven replied, turning to receiving his own flower. “Thank you, Deerling!”

“Deer!”

“Saaawsbuck!”

The loud belting cry had you tensing up, the huge form of a Sawsbuck coming into view as it created a hill.

You immediately turned to hide your face in Arven’s chest, hands grasping fistfuls of his vest and shirt. A faint memory of the loud, brutish paradox pokemon coming to mind with the intensity of the Sawsbuck cry.

Arven was quick to wrap his arms around your shaking form, quietly murmuring in your ear. “Hey, it’s okay. The Sawsbuck isn’t mad.”

You could hear the Deerling chirp and bleat back at their older companion, as Arven patted your back and gently urged you to turn your head.

“Look, it’s just here to see what’s going on.”

You shakily turned, seeing the Sawsbuck greeting each Deerling, and then your pokemon, all with friendly sniffs. Arven held out his hand, one arm still wrapped around you.

“(Y/n) here is just a bit skittish of louder sounds.” Arven explained to the pokemon, letting it sniff his palm before it looked to you.

“Saws.” It huffed, significantly quieter this time.

Your shivering now gone, you slowly held out a hand for the Sawsbuck to sniff.

It sniffed your palm as well, blinking with gentle eyes before it leaned in a bit. Arven reached to pet carefully between its horns, while you stuck with running your thumb back and forth across its cheek.

Once you both pulled away, the Sawsbuck turned, following after the Deerling that pranced away, all giving their own forms of goodbye.

Your group waved goodbye in return, Arven moving to hold you close to him. “How you doin’?”

“I’m alright.” You breathed, tucking your head under his chin, “Thank you for being there, Arven.”

“Anytime.”

[urrockstar-xe]

potions test - s.b x fem!reader

posted december 11th, 2022, 9:26 pm

anon asked: hi hi hi!!! i was wondering if you could do prompt 45 w sirius black!!! hehe thank u sm <3 have a nice day

45 "they hate each other" "no they don't, not really"

I am so sorry for the wait on this one (i've said that so much), so much has happened these past few months. I really hope you like this, sweets.

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word count: 0.6k

“Now what makes you so sure your tricks are better than mine?” Sirius’ question had the three boys all turning to look at You for your answer. “Well, for one, I don’t get caught.” Sirius scoffed at this. “That’s because they’re not brilliant enough to incite rage in our dear old professors, and for your information, I find gossiping over brunch with Minerva quite fun.” 

James, Remus, and Peter had been watching the two of you go back and forth for 15 minutes, somehow finding yourselves stuck in an argument about whose tricks are better.

“It’s not brunch, you imbecile, it’s detention.” You responded, crossing your arms over your chest.

 “Why are you both still on about this?” Peter asked, crumpling up a wrapper. “Because Black is too stubborn to admit when he’s wrong,” “Oh please if anyone’s stubborn it's you, always insisting on being right about everything. “You wouldn’t be pointing that out if you didn’t agree-”

“Alright! Y/n, I believe we have a study session for potions right about now, shall we?” Remus interrupted making a gap between his arm and torso. 

“Right, we shall” you looped your arm with his. “This test completely makes or breaks our livelihoods, I’ll be damned if I lose because of an argument with Sirius Black of all people.”

Once again Sirius scoffed at your words. “And what could you possibly mean by that? You know what, you’d go mental if I got a higher score than you.” You almost laughed in his face at his response. “I’d like to see you try.” 

Sirius smirked, causing a sigh from the small crowd of your friends. “See you on Friday night to reveal our grades to each other.” You rolled your eyes, knowing Sirius was now just trying to get under your skin. “There's a quidditch match on Friday!” James mentioned, shooting a glare at Sirius. 

“Yes, prongs, I’m aware.” He glared back. 

“Okay, she’ll see you then! Let’s go,” just as Remus began pulling you down the hall you heard James tell Sirius “If you flunk quidditch because you want to get in her pants, I swear to bloody merlin, Black.” giving both you and Remus a good laugh while you picked up the pace.

Sure enough, Friday night rolled around, and as you made your way across the hall to the rowdy group of Gryffindors Sirius turned to you with his usual Bright smile and charming eyes. “We won! Though I couldn’t hear you cheering me on in the crowd, I felt it in my heart.” He said pretending to pout while he gently patted his chest. 

“Sorry, I was too busy imagining the look on your face when you find out my potions grade beat yours to cheer at all, though I’m sure James was excellent.” You responded smiling back at the boy whilst holding up your graded paper, proving it was in fact higher than Sirius’. 

“Well, it’s not my fault you throw away your life for studying now, is it? We both know who the real winner of this competition was, I’m sure.” He winked. 

You both almost Immediately spiraled into a big bickering mess, walking down the hall together as you argued.

“They hate each other,” James said, once again watching you both with Peter and Remus.

And just as Sirius swung his arm around your shoulders, turning down another hall, Remus responded “No, they don’t, not really,”

“Were you really listening for me in the crowd?” You asked Sirius. Now out of earshot of your mates. “Always, darl’” He smiled.

“Well, guess I wasn’t loud enough then, oh well, there’s always next time.” You shrugged. Sirius laughed as he stopped walking for a moment to bring you into a quick kiss, leaning away ever so slightly to ask, “We’re going to celebrate me winning the quidditch game, yes?” You laughed, “as long we can celebrate me being smarter than you, Black”

[vermont-writes-fanfic]

Can I please request a Pip x reader comfort. College is stressing me out to mental breakdowns and I crave comfort

Sure thing lol anon! Just want to say I really hope you get some down time sometime soon, taking time for yourself is so super important!

Request: Yes

Warnings: Mental Breakdown/Panic attack, mentions of stress, anxiety, hi sexy innuendoes if you squint hard enough, comfort, crying, cursing

Characters: Pip Bernadotte x Reader

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

It’s Okay

Working for the Hellsing organisation has been…a lot, to say the least. Since the events with Seras, Alucards peon, and then Father Anderson a lot had to be taken into account. Not to mention the paper work for all of those soldiers who had died. Despite the low-key nature of the job, working their had no shortage of paperwork and it was becoming too much to handle. Sir Integra had given you your own room and office away from the general noise but that only did so much. Luckily you had Pip to rely on when things got to be a little too much for you, he would come and sit beside you and hold you in his arms or take you out, no matter what he always knew what to do. As you sit at your blackthorn desk, the sound of the clock ticking away started to irk you, reminding you of the constant time limit you were on. A mountain of messily arranged paperwork waiting to be reviewed or organised looms over you menacingly. You had barley even touched the paper, yet it seems your just about ready to quit already. You can feel the tears well up and sighs in frustration. You were trying to study last night in this same room and the massive books paired with all the extra paper work made getting any work done seem impossible. Your vision blurs as tears well up in your eyes and you slump deep into your chair willing them to go back or go anywhere but rolling down your cheeks.

Minutes later the door opens, though you can’t be bothered to look up, if you did now your raging headache would only worsen. They turn off the lights, which for a small moment calms your mind. As they step closer, you can hear that slightly slurred humming, it’s deep, comforting with that low trill in his chest. It’s Pip, you can tell, you can always tell. He had that certain calming affect on you that nothing and no one else really did. His long arms wrap around you as he mutter, accent thick in how low voice.

“Come now cheri, do not cry,”

You can’t help but hold him closer chest heaving with your heavy sobs, face wet with tears.

“That’s it, just let it out. I’m right here amour,”

He is always so sweet, as you calm down some, he moves you to the couch and pats you down. Before you know it, you fall asleep and it’s hours later when you wake up. Instead of waking to his face, you wake up to his ping limbs sprawled out on the floor surrounded by papers that seem to be some sort of organized. Surprisingly it’s not awful, they have a general rhyme and reason to it. His face lights up when you are awake and he gives you a sloppy grin.

“Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind now mon cheri?”

You nod sitting down next to him

“It’s just…been a lot. Between studying what Sir Interga has asked of me and handling all this,” you gesture to the massive amounts of paper work “ I guess I just feel overwhelmed,”

He nods following a long, as you to talk and he chats about what he had been doing before. With the help of his silly jokes and flirtatious behavior you finish your work early and decide to spend the rest of the day laying with him. As you take a sip of his drink he smiles down at you.

“It’s okay to take a break mon cheri, ”

I hope you liked it! I kinda forgot what I was doing so I’m really sorry if it flips but I hope it makes you feel a little better!

[cocogrrrl]

Hi! Can you do a TransMale!reader and Kyle fic where reader feels really dysphoric and upset while the two are in public because of stares 😭

And then Kyle corrects someone when they misgender reader 😭

It would cure my dysphoria 🥺/j

-📌🎀

real men

you arent feeling the best, and when you get purposefully misgendered, you only feel worse

kyle broflovski x transmale!reader cw: transphobia, gender dysphoria wc: 1050

an: as an enby person i feel like this was more self indulgent than anything, i hope this captures what you're looking for anon 😭

Somehow, something hits you at the worst of times, and then you feel like every single wave within you is crashing, and there is no way you can stop it. The particular stare of some people, the way you overhear how others talk about you, how they refer to you. It’s a reminder that you’ll never be who you want to be.

To many people, you just escaped the person you were. You weren’t actually trying to reshape yourself into the person you’re meant to be—you were just destroying yourself. You were stupid in their eyes.

In a way, sometimes you felt like they were right.

Were the new clothes, new name, and new identity all worth it? Because at the end of the day, one wrong move and people will know or be reminded of who you once were. Sometimes you believed that it’s no use—the changes you made—because all you want is people to accept who you were, which they didn’t.

“YN? Are you okay?” Kyle’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, waving a hand in front of your face.

You two were spending time together in the back of the school during your break, and you hadn’t realized that you completely spaced out.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine, just a little tired.” You laughed, brushing your thoughts off. You didn’t want to worry Kyle at this moment. He doesn’t deserve to hear you wallowing. He’s worth more than that.

“Are you sure?” He said, raising a brow at you. You think he knows what’s going on, but you can’t tell.

You really didn’t want to bother Kyle or your feelings in fear of opening a dam, so you did your best to swat both away. “Yeah.”

“Did you get enough sleep last night?”

“Eh, I couldn’t sleep. I think it was 3 AM, and I was still wide awake” That was true, at least. You had trouble sleeping, and Kyle knew that very well. A double dose of sleeping pills could barely get you through the night.

“How much time do you have left before your next period?”

“Uh, 20 minutes.” You said, looking at the time on your phone.

“You wanna sleep first?” He offered, patting his shoulder.

“I had coffee a while ago, so I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.” You smiled, shaking your head but still resting your body on Kyle’s side. What can you say? You’re a clingy person.

As you heard people making their way through the school grounds, getting to their next class, Kyle scrolled on his phone as you relaxed your mind and your body. Your thoughts eventually settled, and you felt a little lighter. You hadn’t realized that you were feeling better.

Until one person showed up.

“And here, you can see the covetous jew with his gay ass girlfriend,” Cartman said, waving his arm at you two from a distance like he’s some tour guide and you two are attractions at a zoo. He was showing and befriending the freshmen around since no one in his grade wanted to hang out with him.

“Dude, can you shut the fuck up?” Kyle rolled his eyes as he placed his phone down. “He’s my boyfriend, by the way.”

“I don’t get what you mean, Kyle. YN’s is so obviously a chick! She’s got tits and everything.” He spat, motioning to your parts.

“First of all, he’s a boy regardless of what you say.” He let out a frustrated sigh, closing his eyes tight as he relieved his annoyed feeling. He knew better than to start a fight right now. It’s not what any of you needed. ”Second of all, didn’t you identify as a trans woman when we were younger?”

He scoffed in reply as his jaw hung so low it was almost comical like it was saying ‘How dare you bring that up?!’ “No, I so fucking didn’t!”

“There was one time you dressed up as Britney Spears once and danced with a cardboard cutout of Justin Timberlake. Butters still has the video.”

“No, he doesn’t.” He mumbled, sounding defeated.

“Yes, he does, and I will call him if you don’t quit it.”

“Whatever, the video’s edited anyway.” He grumbled, motioning the group of freshmen to follow him as he would go on to find his next victim. 

Kyle let out a deep breath once more, the tenseness in his shoulders dropping once Cartman had left the scene. “Are you alright?” He looked at you sympathetically, putting a hand on your back.

“I don’t know…” You replied, your gaze now directed on the ground.

Your thoughts of earlier had swarmed back. They couldn’t just be swatted away. There’s always something that’ll rock the hive.

You just hated how he was just spreading that fact. It means that you wouldn’t even have a chance of appearing like a boy to others now. It feels like you were always destined to be a girl because of shit like this.

“I’m sorry he did that.” You could sense a hint of frustration still lying under his voice.

“It’s out of your control. I think it’s inevitable.”

“Don’t think that way. You aren’t worth his time or his bigotry.”

“I just wish people saw me as a guy.” You exhaled, bringing your legs up to your chest as you balled your body up.

“A lot of people do. It’s because you are one.”

“Yeah? That doesn’t stop shits like Cartman telling others that I’m not a real man.”

“Real man, this real man that. Who’s to define what makes a man anyways? Definitely not him.” He laughed, hoping to ease a little bit of your stress. 

“YN, you are a boy, okay? Just because you don’t fit into the construct that the fuck built in his idea of gender, it doesn’t mean that you are any less of a man. It’s his fault that he can’t seem to recognize the man you really are.”

You turned your head from buried in your lap to his view. You felt a smile creep on your lips. Even if people like Cartman would always be around, at least you had your boyfriend to be by your side despite everything. “Thanks, Kyle.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” He hummed, bringing you into a hug.

[incandescentflower]

Hi! My heart would love more Karan/Achi: bandaging/stitching up an injury. Karan's Om is everything to me--though I wouldn't be mad at reciprocation either <3

hey anon! thank you for the prompt. I admit, I lean toward Karan comfort so let's flip it, but also keep Karan's Om. :)

hope you like it!

This is part of a Cherry Magic Thailand fic ask game I'm playing while the show airs. Send me a prompt from one of the lists and I'll write you a ficlet! Details are in this post.

This is also on AO3 here. The other prompt ficlets in this series are here.

a gentle touch

Five times Karan asked Achi to tend his wound and one time Achi offered

1 -

Getting to know Karan, Achi discovered that not only did he have crazy-ish thoughts and was pretty not great at singing, but he also turned out to be kind of accident prone.

It was strange that Achi had never noticed it before, but one day when Karan was handing Achi a report, he made a little noise, as if hissing in pain.

“Are you okay?” Achi asked.

“Oh yes, I’m fine, Achi. I just got a paper cut from this.” Karan held up his palm and there was an angry red mark on the side of it.

“Oh no,” Achi said. “Those hurt so much. Come here.”

Achi shifted over to the next chair and indicated that Karan should sit down next to him. It seemed to take Karan a moment to get Achi’s meaning, but he eventually sat down.

Achi grabbed the little plastic box he kept on his desk with a few first aid supplies like band-aids and antiseptic wipes. Just things to treat small cuts. Anything more serious was in the large first aid kit in the kitchen. 

It always helped to be prepared for these kinds of minor injuries, paper cuts especially, in an office environment. 

Achi took out the wipe and gently washed the cut. Karan flinched a little at the touch. 

Ouch.

It was a loud thought, as Achi had grown to learn most of Karan's thoughts were. Still, it surprised Achi. He had thought of Karan as someone who would be pretty stoic when it came to pain. 

He waved his hand over the area to try to get it to dry quickly and help the sting subside. He recalled the times that Karan had bandaged him up and decided he should also give it a little blessing as Karan always did for Achi.

Om. May his wound heal quickly, Achi thought.

Achi is so kind. He’s so good at taking care of others.

Achi smiled to himself. Of course Karan thought that. He always thought the best of Achi.

Achi placed the band-aid on gently and said, “There. All better.”

“It is,” Karan said, with a little smile.

********

2 - 

A few days later, Karan came to Achi’s desk holding his pinky gingerly. “Achi, do you have your first-aid kit?”

“Oh, sure,” Achi said, grabbing it. “What happened?”

He held it up for Achi to see. It looked to be bleeding a small amount.

“I caught it in a binder clip.”

“It looks like it hurts,” Achi said, opening up his kit.

“Only a little,” Karan said, holding his finger out for Achi to inspect.  

Achi fixed him up again. This time Karan didn’t seem to mind the antiseptic as much. 

Achi’s so gentle.

Achi's faced warmed, but he tried to not get distracted. He gave Karan another blessing and patted his hand softly to show he was finished.

“Just so you know,” Achi said, as Karan stood to leave. “There’s a kit in the kitchen if you need it. You don’t have to come all the way here.”

Karan nodded. "Okay. Thank you, Achi,” he said.

********

3- 

The next week Karan came for another bandage. This time when Achi read his mind, it looked as though he hurt it on his way into the building, accidentally scratching his wrist on the door as he held it for someone on the first floor. Karan had come into the office, dropped his things on his desk and came directly to Achi’s desk. 

Achi inspected this injury. He wasn’t sure it even needed a band-aid this time, but Karan looked so expectant, holding his wrist out for Achi to mend that all Achi could do was take care of it.

********

4 -

The following week, Karan came to Achi holding out his thumb, which looked the faintest color pink. When Achi took Karan’s wrist to inspect it, his thoughts showed that he had jammed his thumb in a drawer at home the night before. 

Achi tried not to laugh, although it was merely due to fondness. Karan was now apparently bringing any minor injury he had to Achi, no matter when it happened.

Achi simply raised it up to show Karan and said, "I don’t know if there is much to do for it at this point."

“Oh,” Karan said, looking disappointed. 

Achi could never stand that look on Karan’s face, even if it was because he was being kind of silly. So instead he held out his palm and gently laid Karan’s thumb on it, this time saying the blessing he had learned from Karan out loud:

“Om, may it heal quickly.”

Karan broke into a wide smile.

Achi always makes everything better.

********

5 -

Yet another week later, Karan had insisted on being the one to tend the grill at their work outing. He knew it wasn’t something Achi enjoyed and there were lots of people, all with their various preferences that made the whole thing particularly chaotic.

Still even so, it was surprising when Achi returned from the restroom and Karan had the tip of one of his fingers in his mouth. “What happened?” Achi asked.

Karan slid his foot over to touch Achi. Once he had found out about Achi’s ability, Karan would often use it in this way when they were with others. 

I accidentally burnt it on the grill. Can you make it better?

He looked at Achi with wide eyes and a little pout on his lips.

Please.

Achi let out a sigh, looking around at the group, who all seemed in various stages of inebriation and not paying too much attention to them. He then took his napkin and dipped it in his glass of water, and wrapped an ice cube he retrieved from his glass in it. 

He held out his hand under the table, waiting for Karan.

Karan beamed, not really looking hurt at all if you asked Achi. Karan placed the burnt finger in Achi’s palm, allowing him to press his cold napkin to it.

Karan managed to grill the rest of the meat with one hand, despite the fact that he continued to send Achi adamant thoughts that it still really hurt whenever Achi gave him a look asking if he was better.  

Just a little while longer. 

That’s what Karan always said now.

********

+1

Karan had come over to Achi’s place to help him do a few minor house repairs. Achi had a light fixture that was tricky to get open and needed a higher ladder to reach so it was best to do with a second person to help. Karan insisted on being the one to climb the ladder, saying he had looked into this particular fixture and figured out how to change the bulb easily. 

And it was true, he was only up there for a few minutes before he got the casing free and had unscrewed the bulb. He handed the blown one down to Achi and waited for Achi to give him the new one. It took the two of them only about five minutes to fix what it would have taken Achi a half hour to do on his own. 

It was yet another moment when Achi couldn’t help thinking how lucky he was to have Karan in his life. 

Once Karan was finished, he slowly stepped down the ladder, but he seemed to forget about the way the ceiling slanted and accidentally bumped his head on the way down.

“Karan,” Achi said, rushing to grab his arm as he wobbled a little, finally getting his feet on solid ground. 

“It’s okay, Achi,” he said. “I should have been more careful.”

“Are you okay? Do you need some ice?”

Karan shook his head. “It’s more my pride than anything,” he said, holding his forehead. 

Achi gently grabbed Karan’s hand to move it away. There didn’t look to be a mark and there were no signs of bruising. 

Still, Achi couldn’t help but want to do something. 

“Om, may it heal quickly,” he whispered and then placed a soft kiss to Karan’s forehead, a little to the side of where Karan had been holding his head.

When Achi stepped back, Karan was smiling brightly.

“Already much better,” he said with a sigh. Then he pointed to the other side of his head and said, “But maybe one more, just in case.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

Swiftie Anon

Hi guys! I got an ask from an anon that might be triggering so I'm copy-pasting it here so I can put a 'read more' button. I'm naming them Swiftie Anon because they said Taylor really helped them.

TW: SH, SI

Hi Cas, hope you’re ok, because I sure as hell am not. Trigger warning, like mentions of self harm and stuff like that I think.

I’m a seventh grader and recently I’ve been thinking about killing myself a lot more than I usually do. During the pandemic I was in 3rd grade and I kinda realized how much life sucked, but when I went back to school in 5th grade, I realized that this hadn’t occurred to anyone else. I kind of brushed it off bc I’ve always been sort of a pessimist but then I sixth grade I started having suicidal thoughts, I think. I just felt really done with everything, I didn’t want to draw or read or write, and my parents were pissed all the time, it felt like my friends were bored of me (I have abandonment issues from all my friends in elementary school leaving me) (I think)and I thought it would just be easier to not exist anymore, it wasn’t that good. I discovered Taylor, the angel that she is, she just felt…like a friend, like she was right there, you know, and I’ve been mostly okay-ish since. But school fucking sucks and in 7th grade I had to do a presentation in front of my class and I started crying and hyperventilating, I couldn’t even stand up. I think I have anxiety idk. I’ve always been shy, and I’ve hyperventilated before when my parents were yelling at me about stuff and my arms started bleeding because I was digging my nails into them. My parents found out at conferences and I got grounded. my brother knows bc he walked in on me crying and hyperventilating once but he’s leaving for college next year and idk how the fuck I’ll stay together without him. My younger sister and I are really close, but I don’t want to drag her in onto this stuff. And ik once I get to high school it’ll be even worse bc high school sounds horrible and I might be all alone again bc I might not go to the same high school as my friends

I haven’t said a word about this to anyone voluntarily and I know I can’t tell my parents. I always lie on those surveys you get at the doctor, and my parents are always saying I should have a more positive outlook on life and try to be happier and it makes me so pissed bc I am trying as hard as I can to be happening but nothing fucking works.

idk what do with myself anymore, a teacher mentioned college today and I almost broke down sobbing bc I don’t think I’ll let myself live that long. It’s just…really hard and everyday feels like years. Should I tell someone? I’m not as bad as I was in 6th grade, but I know I should be getting help somehow. But I suck at asking for things and I can’t trust any adults.

sorry for the rant, I just need some advice. And a virtual, pat on the head or something, idk.

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Hi hon!

First, (with your permission), I'm like to give you a virtual hug, because it sounds like you're dealing with a lot <3

I'm gonna be really real with you right now: You need to ask for some help. You have a lot going on, and some really heavy feelings, and you don't deserve to be dealing with them at ALL, let alone by yourself.

You're young, and you have SO MUCH life left to enjoy, and suffering through it like this isn't fair. So I'm going to share something about myself with you, okay?

When I was younger, I was very depressed. I was in a bad relationship and I felt very trapped, and I got to a point similar to you.

One day, I got so overwhelmed that I sort of realized that I either needed to ask for help or I would end up making a really bad decision. So, I asked for help.

Again, I'm going to be real: It was SUPER scary. I had to see a lot of doctors and I cried a lot. But after a lot of work, I was able to get better, and now, years later, I am in a (different) healthy relationship, and I have a job and a pet, and I'm here talking to you.

I know this sounds stupid because it's like some feel-good story and right now I'm sure you feel less than great. But I say this because you NEED to ask for help, even if it is difficult. Because there are real things past this feeling. A future job, a future relationship (if you want), a future pet, future kids (if you want). They're all very real and achievable and this feeling is temporary, even thought it feels so permanent right now.

So I'm going to give you some options, since it seems like you don't want to talk to your parents:

Talk to a doctor. Doctors are trained to help you, and they have a lot of resources.

Talk to a trusted teacher. Teachers can sometimes be amazing resources as well, and a lot of them want to listen when you ask to talk.

Talk to a different adult (aunt, uncle, coach, someone!) that you feel close to that will help.

Call/text/message a hotline. Here is an example of a hotline you can talk to via messaging, text, or phone, depending on what you prefer.

But you need to ask for help, because you DESERVE to be happy and living your best life.

It would make me super happy if you message/inboxed me an update, whether you're doing better, worse, or the same! I'm so proud of you for reaching out and I'm cheering you on!