#you’d think being asleep you wouldn’t even know but nope

[beckiboos]

Guess how I found out today you can faint in your sleep?

[mrdixon]

sorry, i still love you

pairing: established daryl dixon x f!reader

wc: 1.8k

summary: soft apologies and kisses, or alt; your boyfriend is quite cute in a poncho.

warnings: slight angst…?

A/N: love daryl, love poncho daryl. need him to wrap me up in his big strong arms under his poncho…….. short fic SURPRISINGLY it being under 3k words shakes my bones but its okay because not all my fics have to be astronomically long………. also 100% not proofread im sorry i literally dont have the patience to read over my own work

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It was a late night and you couldn’t sleep like usual. Sighing as you turned your head over to the window, slightly cracked open and letting a breeze through, the faint smell of wet grass from the rain filling your nostrils. The sky was dark, save for the twinkle of the stars and moon. You turned your head over to the nightstand, the clock reading 2:24 am, your gaze then travelling over to an empty picture frame that had a polaroid of you and Daryl wedged between the glass and frame. Picking it up and taking the polaroid between your fingers, it was during your stay at the Greene’s farm a few years ago.

You two didn’t know it yet but there was mutual feelings stirring up between you two, the photo capturing the moment you convinced Daryl to be in a photo with you. His grumpy expression didn’t hide the small smirk tugging at his lips as you wrapped your arms around him. You smiled fondly at the memory, still hearing his irritated grunt as you ushered him over to steal a picture. Tucking the photo back into the frame and setting it down on the nightstand you stared up at the ceiling, wondering where your boyfriend could be.

It wasn’t out of character for him to be out this late but it still worried you. It was normal for you to be unable to sleep without his warmth next to you, worrying about the worst. You tried really hard not to think about him getting bit but you couldn’t help it, he was capable of taking care of himself so why did you worry so much?

Sighing once again, you sat up, grabbing your necklace that held his initial. Biting at the small piece of metal, a thing you did when you were anxious, tasting the metallic tang. It wasn’t usually this hard for you to fall asleep without him, most nights you’d fall asleep at around 12 am. You were scared mostly.

You and Daryl had been going through a rough patch, most your time together was full of meaningless banter and arguments and you regretted it. It was hard to stay mad at him but you were stubborn, you both were. That fact alone was enough to drive you crazy because one day you’d argue and he wouldn’t return home, either because he got bitten or just got fed up with you. Nevertheless you were trying to change, you didn’t want either of you to die thinking you hated him because you didn’t. God you loved him so much, more than you thought was possible. More than those stupid pair of socks he got you on a random supply run, more than your morning cup of tea, even more than yourself.

You groaned, falling back onto the bed and closing your eyes. There was so much you wanted to say to him, to apologize for being an asshole, to tell him you really did love him. You opened your eyes slightly to look at the bedroom door, still closed… still waiting for him to walk through at any moment…. nope, still not home. You grumbled while placing your hands over your face and kicking your feet, taking a deep breath and rolling over onto your side. Okay, try to sleep… we can sleep… you’re sleeping… your eyes are closed… right?

You groaned again, almost frustrated at yourself for not being able to sleep. Finding yourself quite annoying at how dependent you are of Daryl. You sighed quietly, looking over at his side of the bed and running your hand across it. Empty and cold, the last time you saw him there was in the morning. Right after you argued about something so stupid you couldn’t even remember what it was, still seeing his bare back adorned with scars and tattoos as he got up and left to go out again. You swallowed thickly as you remembered how harsh you were earlier, now deciding to just stay up until he comes home. Wanting to apologize and just kiss him because when was the last time your lips felt his?

Suddenly you heard the door open, sitting up immediately and locking your eyes with the man who occupied your mind at all times. Daryl stood there at the door for a moment, his poncho draped over his body. A cute sight, he looked so small contrary to the fact that he was in fact, not. He stared at you skeptically as he placed his bag down on the floor next to the laundry bin.

“Wha’ are ya doin’ up?” He grumbled, slowly walking over to you and standing next to the bed where you sat. You couldn’t help but look up at him with a giddy smile, feeling relieved and happy that your boyfriend was finally here.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you replied simply as you looked him up and down, “you look so cute.” Daryl raised a brow, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your words. He didn’t really know how to respond to compliments from you, especially after your argument this morning.

He scoffed lightly, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Cute? Really?” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement, “ain’ tha’ somethin’.” You giggled, reaching out to take his gloved hand in yours, his fingertips exposed as you ran your nails over them.

“C’mere,” you whispered, holding your arms out. He hesitated for a moment before kicking his boots off and moving into your arms, the two of you falling back onto the bed. His arms wrapped around your waist and held you close, his face buried in your shoulder while your own arms wrapped around his back.

The two of you lay like this in silence, it was rare for you two to share moments like these. Often times you were too scared to touch him, afraid he’d push you away. It was never like that for him, he craved your touch as much as you craved his. You both were just too worried about what the other might think that neither of you decided to make any moves. Tonight was different though, you lay there enjoying each other’s company without saying a word.

You heard him breathe in, nuzzling his nose against your shoulder. Finally he broke the comfortable silence. “You really don’ sleep much, do ya?” he asked, his voice low and gentle.

“Nope,” you whispered, nuzzling your face into his neck. “I miss you when you’re gone.” He hummed in response, squeezing you tighter as his body relaxed in exhaustion. You giggled before moving yourself under his poncho, poking your head out from where his was, you two sharing the poncho now.

Daryl felt a sense of contentment as he watched you snuggle closer to him under the poncho, your body heat filling him with love and desire. Wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer, using his other hand to stroke your hair gently and tilt your head up slightly to look into your eyes.

“Yeah, well I guess tha’s fair. We both got used to havin’ each other around,” he admitted softly, looking down at your lips and then back at your eyes while running his fingers through your hair affectionately. “It’s kinda hard ta go back ta bein’ alone after all the time we spent together.”

You nodded, letting him pull you closer to him. Your chest pressing against his as you both stared into each others eyes, his gaze wandering over your face as he tucked strand of hair behind your ear. He sighed, feeling his breath against your face. Despite everything you’d been through together—the fights, disagreements, banter—he knew he still cared for you, he still loved you. And right this moment he couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else by his side more than he wanted you.

“’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

You both murmured at the same time, shock evident in your expressions. He nibbled his lip, rubbing your chin with his thumb, eventually grazing the pad of it over your bottom lip. “Guess we’ll jus’ have ta make sure we never lose sight of each other again,” he mumbled, voice thick with regret.

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes as you reached up to comb your fingers through his hair. His gaze immediately softened and he let out a small huff while admiring your features up close, his fingers tracing over your jaw. He seemed to melt under your touch, slouching over which caused his face to lean closer to yours. He looked so cute like that, his bottom lip jutted out into a slight pout, his expression resembled a puppy.

Your hand stilled in his hair, pulling him closer and diminishing that small gap between you two and pressing your lips against his. If even possible, he seemed to melt even more, closing his eyes and kissing you back with equal need and affection. His hands gripped your waist tight but gentle under the poncho covering both your bodies, one hand holding the back of your head. He kissed you fervently, fingers digging into your hair as he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip before reluctantly pulling away. Looking down at you, his expression one of affection and vulnerability.

“Sorry, I still love you.” You whispered, your noses rubbing together, “I love you.” You repeated, the words hanging in the air like a weighty secret, heavy with adoration. He stared at you before slowly closing his eyes and pressing his lips against yours once again, the kiss gentle but passionate. Your fingertips held his jaw, your thumbs absentmindedly caressing the stubble on his chin.

“I love ya too,” he mumbled against your lips, his voice hoarse and raw with emotion. “More than anythin’ in this world.” His eyes graced over your face, still having that slight pout as he encased your face in his hands, kissing you again. Your eyes fell closed while your fingers ran through his hair, finally pulling him flush against your body. He kissed you slow and gentle, a hand rubbing up and down your back which sent shivers down your spine, his other hand occupied at the base of your neck.

Eventually, you both had to pull away for air, but your eyes remained closed as he pressed his forehead together with yours. Exhaustion rushed through your body and he could tell, pressing a kiss to your forehead before holding onto your waist and the back of your head, flipping you both over gently so he lay on his back. Your cheek pressed between his chest and collarbone as you lay on top of him, still under his poncho. He caressed your head gently, kissing the top of your head while the smell of him invaded your senses. It was a comforting smell, tobacco and the woods, tiring you further. He let out a deep breath, wrapping your arms around your waist loosely as you lay on him, your eyes still closed as you slowly succumbed to sleep.

“Love ya so much (Y/N).” He mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. The only thing you heard before finally, falling asleep.

[danikamariewrites]

I searched for Feysand x reader all over tumblr and you were one of the top creators so I looked around and fell into the rabbit hole of masterlists… I’ve been on your page for hours now and i’m not tired at all.

And I saw your request were open and i’m so happy bc I wanted to ask if i could request feysand x reader where feyre and reader are pregnant at the same time. Like we all know how protective rhys was in the books, now imagine two mates at the same time. Like his instincts wouldn’t let anyone too close to them bc his mates are in vulnerable situations. Maybe someone like Beron or Tamlin jokes around and Rhys doesn’t handle it well or smth plssss🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Double Trouble

Feysand x reader

A/n: omg thank you 😭😭 I get nervous that I write too much and that ppl will get sick of me lol. So thank you for reading my fics 💕

Warnings: Tamlin being a douche

Rhys has been more paranoid since you and Feyre both started showing. The revelation of both you being pregnant excited and frightened him at the same time. Causing his over protective mate instincts to kick in. The two of you had tried to get him to rest knowing he had a High Lords meeting coming. But the stubborn male insisted he was fine.

A few times when you got up to pee in the middle of the night - a new routine thanks to your pregnancy - you found Rhys wide awake. He would watch over you and Feyre like a hawk until he fell asleep sitting up.

Yesterday Rhys had insisted he could skip the meeting and just stay with the two of you. It was a day long battle for a compromise. “Rhysand. We will be fine here with Amren watching over us and Nyx.” Feyre said sternly as Rhys came to tell you he changed his mind about your plans, again.

He shook his head vehemently, “Nope. I need to be here.” You rubbed at the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut and willing your mate to go away. “What will it take to get you to go to this meeting?” You sighed out.

Feyre perked up, wiggling her fingers, “Oh, I have an idea! What if we come with you. Helion can have a room for us, Cass, Az, and Mor will be there, it’ll be so easy.”

You could tell Rhys was considering it from the pensive look on his face. And he didn’t immediately shut Feyre down.

He nodded, mumbling out ‘I’ll think about it’ before heading back to his office.

You shoot Feyre a knowing look, “You just want those bonbons Helion gets.” “Yes! I’ve been craving them for months. And I want them fresh, not in a box.”

Snuggling up next to your mate on the couch you place a hand on her bump. Feyre does the same to you, resting her forehead against yours. “I don’t blame you,” you giggle out, “I’m happy I get to experience this with you Fey. Even if Rhys is being a mother hen.” She lightly pecked your lips. “Me too y/n/n. I love you”

———

Thankfully Rhys had agreed to you two coming along to the Day Court and you’d spend the night. Winnowing took a lot of energy from you and Feyre, so Rhys was adamant about you two resting as much as possible.

Before leaving you all gave Nyx hugs and kisses. He would stay with Elain and Nesta while you were gone. He hated when you left but enjoyed his time with Aunty Lain.

Winnowing to the Day palace Helion was waiting to greet you. “You’re the first to arrive.” He said cheerfully. The two High Lords shook hands as Helion guided your little group inside. Cassian offered his arm to Feyre while Az offered you his.

“I set up a very comfortable room for you two to relax in. No meeting for you, I’m sure there’s enough stressful things around you these days.” He says, eyeing Rhys. “Thank you Helion.” You say sweetly. “And you got our snack requests?” Feyre asks.

Helion throws his head back, laughing at her blunt question. “Of course I did. You’ll find you are well stocked on any foods your hearts desire.” You and Feyre smile at each other knowing you’re about to have the best snack and relax sesh.

You walked Rhys to the meeting room, like you promised, before leaving him. He takes one of your hands in his, giving you both a loving look. “Do you need anything? What can I do for you before everyone gets here?” “Nothing my love.” Feyre says softly. You bring a hand up to caress his cheek, “We’re just fine baby. You focus, do your thing and help Prythian, yeah?”

He gives you and Feyre a quick kiss before Helion’s personal guard escorts you to your rooms.

Opening the door your senses are overwhelmed by the scent of the sweet treats spread out for you. You and Feyre look at each other licking your lips in excitement. You wasted no time sprawling out on the lounges, digging into whatever was in arms reach.

Hours later Rhys, Cass, Az, and Mor joined you. Rhys was overjoyed to see you two after being separated. “You should’ve seen him when Kal asked where you were. He snarled.” Cassian teases as Rhys nudges his way to sit between you and Feyre. “I did not.”

Mor rushed over to you, lightly placing a hand on each of your bellies. “How are both Mor juniors doing.” You giggle at the blonde, “They have been perfect little angels.”

“No discomfort, extreme fatigue, or -“ “Rhys, we were fine.” Feyre cuts him off. He seems to relax at that. The tension in his shoulders loosening as he bats Mor away so he can feel the babes kick. Rhys lets out a breathy laugh as little feet push against his palms. “Hi angels, did you miss daddy?” Two more kicks in response.

The babes love the sound of Rhys’s voice. Like with Nyx, he talks to them every night. It doesn’t matter if you and Feyre are awake or asleep, he will always make time for the babes.

“Don’t forget,” Azriel speaks up from his spot in an armchair. He’s picking at a bowl of chocolates you hadn’t gotten to yet. “We have dinner in about an hour with everyone.” Rhys wasn’t pleased by the reminder. Something tells you that he was never going to tell you and Feyre about dinner.

Feyre stands, pulling you with her. “We will go get ready then.” She says happily.

You exit the bedroom with a few minutes to spare. Feyre chose a glittering black dress that hung off her shoulders. She decided to leave her crown behind for the night, putting her hair half up with small braids meeting in the middle.

You had decided on a midnight blue dress specked with pearls. The flowing fabric on both your dresses not hiding the fact that you’re pregnant. Rhys eyed the two of with lust sparkling in those iridescent violet irises.

He offers you each an arm to walk down to dinner. Rhys walks at slow pace for the two of you. When Feyre noticed she rolled her eyes and you both pulled him along. When the six of you enter the grand dining room you feel eyes on you. Thankfully not autumn ones. Azriel told you Beron and his court left after the meeting was over. Very typical of Beron to come and complain then leave, making no effort to improve court relations.

Viviane and Thesan shriek in excitement at the sight of you. “Congratulations! How did I not know?” She said excitedly. “When are you due?” Thesan asks immediately after her. The pair continue their onslaught of questions as you answered before the next question came up.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Tamlin tensing. Clearly unhappy about the topic of conversation. Feyre and Rhys caught on to his unhappiness as well. Feyre tried to change the topic, asking Thesan about how things were going with his lover.

Tamlin and Rhys made uncomfortable eye contact. The males looked like they were about to jump across the table at each other. Rhys pulled your chair closer to him so you’d be away from Tamlin. He was across the table diagonal from you. It’s not like you were that close him but if it made Rhys feel better.

“Do you have something you’d like to say, Tamlin?” Rhys snapped. The High Lord of Spring scoffs, a wicked smirk on his face. “Well I just think it quite odd they’re both pregnant. Why on earth would you want two more.”

Everyone stopped speaking, looking anywhere but at them. Even you and Feyre looked at the table. You could tell she was fuming about Tamlin’s joking tone. “Is that an insult about my son? Or perhaps you’re angry about your situation. If you need to talk about it I’m sure you can find someone who will listen.” Rhys gave him a fake smile and went back to his meal.

Conversation slowly started up again. Tamlin excused himself, only saying goodbye to Helion before stepping out into the hallway to winnow home.

Once back in your rooms for the evening Rhys had you and Feyre cuddled up on either side of him. “Thank you for standing up for our family.” Feyre whispered. “I always will darling. You’re the most important people in the whole world to me.”

You let out a yawn and snuggle close to Rhys. “Let’s get some sleep. This little angel is kicking me for some shut eye.” “This one too.” Feyre yawns out. “Awww, I’m sorry I’m keeping your mommy’s up.” Rhys whispers. He kisses both of your bumps as you drift off.

[justauthoring]

BLUE LOCK BOYS - CLICHE ROMANCE TROPES

includes: bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin all x fem!reader

warnings: kissing? there’s nothing really.

BACHIRA MEGURU - “you’re way out of my league”

Sometimes, he could hardly believe it himself.

Sure, he heard the whispers in the halls – felt the eyes on his back as the two of you walked, always hand in hand. You were none the wiser, a constant beaming smile on your lips that hadn’t seemed to falter even a little since the two of you started dating. Bachira liked that you didn’t know, it reassured him that you didn’t feel the same even though the thought had crossed his mind plenty of times before.

Late at night, when everyone else was asleep and he couldn’t help but wonder – but why me?

Everyone else was wondering it, some people even had the guts to blatantly say it to his face. 

She’s too good for you.

You do realize she’s way out of your league, right?

How’d you even manage to get her?

Bachira had never been good with people. He’d spent most of his life alone and he’d be damned if he let random people, at this point in his life, ruin the best thing that had happened to him. You were everything to him, Bachira loved you beyond what he thought he was capable of. And he liked to tell you every day, shout it to anyone that would listen – mainly you – and he’d never once doubted his feelings for you.

But eventually it just got to be too much.

“Why do you even like me?”

The words slip past his lips before he can stop them, his mind too slow to register what he’s said until you’ve heard the words. He mentally cringes at the look on your face, watching as your eyes widen and your lips part. There’s this expression that flickers onto your face, you almost look hurt?

“What do you mean, ‘Guru?”

“I mean,” and he hates the way the words get stuck at the back of his throat.

What does he mean?

“Why me?”

Your head tilts to the side, eyes blinking, and Bachira can’t help but notice just how adorable you look in that moment.

“Because you’re you, Meguru,” you say simply, shrugging your shoulders as if the answer was plain as day. Like there wasn’t even a doubt in your mind. “Because you’re sweet and really handsome. You constantly make me laugh, and you’re so warm and inviting. You make my insides feel like jelly because I can barely contain myself around you. You never fail to make me feel loved, and I love how cuddly you are and–should I go on?”

Bachira doesn’t fluster easily, but the bright red of his cheeks in undeniable.

“No, no, that’s enough.”

Frowning, you reach across the table, taking his hand in your own. “What made you think that?”

Shrugging, Bachira uses his free hand to scratch at the back of his neck, suddenly feeling entirely too bashful. “Dunno,” he mumbles quietly, “just think you’re too good for me sometimes.”

“Well, you’re wrong.”

Blinking, Bachira glances up at you at your words, a small smile curling onto his lips as you shuffle in your seat, shaking your head. “If anything, you’re too good for me.”

His eyes widen, lips parting for emphasis; “absolutely not.”

“It’s true!”

“Is not!”

“Uh-huh!”

“Nope!”

“Then, I’m not too good for you either, kay?”

Smiling softly, Bachira lets out a quiet laugh. “Yeah, sure,” he grins, “okay.”

NAGI SEISHIRO - “i can’t stand you.”  “i want to kiss you.”

You couldn’t stand him.

God, he was so… annoying!

Standing there with that stupid lazy grin of his, entirely too happy about the situation you’d been forced into. If you’d known that volunteering for an after school project would involve being forced to spend the next two hours with him – you never would’ve done it. You would rather d*e before being forced to simply be in the same room as him.

But the matter of the fact is you didn’t really have much of a choice.

You’d left it to the last minute and you knew your teacher wouldn’t let you back out of this. Especially since you couldn’t really afford to given you needed the credits.

You’d just have to suck it up for the day.

It was only one day.

“Just… you stay over there and I’ll stay here, okay?” You huff, brushing a strand of hair out of your face angrily as you turn, practically stomping over to the corner of the library to get started on the pile of books that first needed to be sorted. Nagi doesn’t say anything in response, but he’s a man of few words anyways so you don’t really think anything of it.

Except when suddenly there’s a shadow next to you.

“Nagi,” you sigh, “did I not just tell you to stay over there?”

He simply shrugs; “got bored.”

You narrow your eyes, lips parting to say something until you notice the fact that he’s literally not doing anything. He’s just… standing there. A quick glance behind you to where he’d been tells you he hadn’t really started anything over there either.

“You can at least help.”

“Don’t wanna.”

Body tensing, it takes all of your will not to strangle him then and there.

“We’re supposed to be tidying up the library,” you remind, quirking a brow at him.

“It’s more fun watching,” he says plainly. “Besides, it’s too much work.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

He simply grins at you.

Sighing, your shoulders fall with defeat. “Just… stay out of my way, okay?”

He just nods.

It goes on like that for the first twenty minutes before Nagi suddenly decides to no longer simply be quiet and unhelpful, but just unhelpful. A moan of boredom leaves his lips almost every few seconds, your name falling from his lips every few minutes, whining at you for ignoring him.

“Y/L/N! Y/L/N~!”

Slamming the book in your hands down on the table, creating an echoing thud, you turn to him. “What?”

“I’m bored.”

“Then leave.”

“I can’t. I need the credits.”

“Then help me.”

“Too much work.”

“Nagi, I swear to God, if–”

Your words come to a sudden halt when you turn, prepared to tell him off, only he’s not sitting in the chair across from you anymore and instead directly in front of you. He’s close, incredibly close, you can feel his breath on you as he stands chest to chest with you. It feels like you can’t breathe, him being this close, a flush flooding to your cheeks as you move to stumble back, only to feel the back of your legs hit the table.

There’s nowhere for you to go.”

And he’s entirely too close. You don’t like having him this close.

Nagi being this close means you can smell his cologne, that’s entirely too sweet to you, and can feel the warmth radiating off of him. If you just reached out, you could grab him and that brings a flutter to your chest at the thought.

You don’t want to even dare look up – because if you did, you’d see how inviting and plump his pink, perfect lips look and–

“I have an idea of what we can do instead.”

Eyes focused on his uniform jacket, you let out a shaky breath.

“W-What?”

The tips of his fingers fall under your jaw, guiding your gaze up and on him. You can feel your heart pounding against your chest as you meet his eyes, usually so dull and bored-looking, suddenly looking entirely too lustful and invested. 

There’s a moment of pause before suddenly his lips are pressing against your own.

It’s warm and it’s nauseating how good it feels to have his lips pressed against your own. It’s everything you’ve spent the good chunk of the past year trying to avoid thinking about because you were supposed to hate Nagi and yet, you feel like putty in his hands right now.

Then, as he pulls away, his lips curl into a knowing smirk as your eyes lazily glance up to meet his.

“That.”

ITOSHI RIN - “i mean, it’s not all bad with you.”

“This is your fault.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoff at Rin’s monotone tone.

“Sure,” you roll your eyes. “It’s my fault we’re trapped in the janitor's closet.”

“It is.”

Huffing, you glare up at him. “How exactly is it my fault?”

“If it wasn’t for you, this never would’ve happened.”

“Because the great and mighty Itoshi Rin would never be caught stuck in a closet, correct?”

“Exactly.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re an idiot.”

Scoffing, you cross your arms over your chest, pressing your back further into the wall to greaten what little bit of space there is between you and Rin. You’d texted Isagi a minute after the door had locked shut behind you, so you only hoped that it wouldn’t take him much longer to get here and set you free. You could barely handle being this close to Rin on a regular basis and being forced into such a small space with him was making it harder to think.

You’d had a huge crush on Rin since the moment you met him. His suave, cool-headed and somewhat emotionless behavior had caught your attention almost immediately. Over time, you’d gotten to see the small bits of Rin that he kept protected behind that wall of his, slipping in the odd and rare few moments the two of you had shared.

You knew Rin liked you, more than he liked more. You knew he thought of you as a friend.

But you knew he didn’t like you.

You’d sworn to keep your feelings to yourself, refusing to let them ruin the relationship you’d worked hard to build with the reserved boy.

Which is why being stuck in a very small, very cramped closet was not ideal.

There was barely a breaths away between the two of you. You could feel his chest pressing into your own, and if you simply glance up you’d see every little detail of his face that you loved so much. Simply looking from a far was hard enough, you didn’t think you could last much longer in here.

“Ugh, where’s Isagi?”

Rin’s eyes snap to yours. “You texted him?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “he said he’d let us out.”

Rin frowns, and your brows furrow in confusion.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

Shaking his head, Rin avoids your gaze; “nothing.”

“No, there’s something–” You pause in revelation, “oh, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Isagi won’t say anything if you’re afraid of him embarrassing you. I won’t either.”

Licking his lips slowly (a sigh that has your heart racing), Rin sighs; “that isn’t it.”

“Then what is it?”

Pursing his lips, Rin hesitates; “I… there’s no rush.”

“No rush to get out of the closet?”

He shrugs. 

“I mean, I’d rather not be stuck here all day and–”

“It’s nice… to be here with you.” If it wasn’t so dark, you’d see his cheeks are bright red. “I’m okay if it’s with you.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Oh.”

“That’s it?”

You don’t know what to say!

“I-I mean,” you stammer slightly, almost positive Rin can hear the hammering of your heart in the quiet of the closet. “I like being in here with you too.”

The corner of his lips curve upwards ever so slightly, and in the next second, the touch of his fingers hitting your own registers in your mind before he threads his fingers through yours, squeezing your hand.

[hereforhalstead]

CPD Gala

*GIF NOT MINE, full credit to the owner*

Requested?: Nope! Wanted to get something posted now I'm back :)

• Warnings: N/A

• Summary: Jay reminds you of the annual CPD gala but knows it's not your idea of fun

Words: 1,321

• A/N : I’m not gonna apologise again for being gone as god knows how many of these I post with that intro but I’m hoping to be back in the swing of things as I have a tonne of requests to get through and I don’t want anyone thinking their request is being ignored as I promise it isn’t!

Meh I don’t love it as I defo need to get back into the comforts of my writing (its gone so downhill lmao) but here we are..

Hope you enjoy🥰

****

Jay knew you weren’t the biggest fan of social occasions, so when you happily agreed to attend the annual CPD gala he had invited you along to, he was beyond surprised.

“I mean, I’ll ask her but don’t get your hopes up” he had joked with Kim a few days prior, following endless begging from her after finding out Hailey wouldn’t be there and wanting a familiar female face there.

“Tell her I’ll by her drinks all night” she quickly exclaims as Jay chuckles, eyes still firmly on the road as they drive back to the district.

“You do realise it’s a free bar?”

“Oh” she huffs, “more reason for her not to say no then” she happily shrugs, sinking back into her seat with a look of confidence.

As much as Jay could go on for hours about how he knew you better than anyone, least of all Kim who you had only met on a few occasions it was like talking to a brick wall sometimes and he didn’t have the patience.

You and Jay were homebodies and this suited you perfectly, he would come home after long shifts and you would still more than likely be sat in the same spot he left you at that morning. Countless half empty mugs filled with coffee that was now ice cold, papers scattered all over the table and floor with your eyes pinned firmly on the screen in front of you.

He would convince you to call it a night, you’d either order in food or you’d wander into the kitchen together to whip up dinner whilst he told you about his day. Depends on what you had, you’d either quickly tidy up the table as best you could or you both just slumped on the sofa with the pizza box balanced on your laps as you watched some trash TV.

You would always fall asleep before Jay, he would get too into the show you had put on and then couldn’t finish until he had got to the end whereas you probably wasn’t paying too much attention in the first place so would easily doze off to only be awoken with a light kiss to your head when Jay has turned the TV off.

It worked like clockwork, some may say boring but it just worked for you and you couldn’t picture it any other way. You were each others comfort, the feeling of home.

***

Jay had bought up the idea of going with him to the gala the previous year but you had only been dating for a few months and hasn’t told many people so you decided against it in mutual agreement.

The truth was it hadn’t left you mind since that exact day he casually asked you over dinner last year

“would be fun you know? “ he raised his eyebrows as he took a sip from his drink “having you on my arm all nice and dressed up” he teased

No Jay, it wouldn’t be fun.

Social outings weren’t your thing, you had a close family and the relationship you had with Jay and that was more than enough. An evening spent in Molly’s was something you had to build yourself up to, let alone a huge party with tonnes of people you had never met before.

Every week the thought would re-enter your mind on whether or not he would ask again this year, secretly hoping he would’ve forgot or they had a case on which meant they couldn’t go. You knew it was in August as Kim had mentioned it one night at Molly’s so as the month got closer, the more it played on your mind.

You even forced yourself one weekend to go dress shopping for the occasion to try and get yourself in the right mindset of being there to support Jay, after all you were beyond honoured he would want you by his side but sometimes the voice in your head would have a way of getting through.

“You know the CPD gala is this weekend?” Jay broke the silence, still chewing on his pizza as he flicked through the channels.

Shit

“I know it’s not your thing so I’m thinking of just third wheeling Kim and Adam, do you think they’ll mind?” he joked but you could tell there was something in his voice that had a twinge of disappointment.

“I’ll come with you”

Before you could register your voice to your brain, the words came out of your mouth.

“Baby, you do-“ he began but you were quick to cut him off in reassurance, placing a finger onto his lips as you smiled

“It doesn’t matter, you want me to be there so I’ll be there”

You placed a light kiss to his lips, the confusion plastered across his face but the light behind his eyes showing through in a gleam.

“Just promise me you will think about it first, don’t do this for me. You know I’d rather stay at home with you anyway but there isn’t many of us going to Voight wants us to make our presence known bla bla bla”

“I’ve already bought a dress” you lied, knowing it would be the thing to distract him

The chewing on his mouthful slowed, scanning your face with a slight narrow to his eyes as he tilted his head “what does it look like?”

“It’s just a little black dress, that alright with you?” you suggested, playful tone as he pouted his lips and nodded with a sign of approval “how comes I haven’t seen this dress?”

You lifted the pizza box from his lap whilst you began to tidy, scanning down to see him lift his hips to get more comfortable, slinging one arm to rest on the top of his head whilst the other clutched at the bottle of beer.

The gaze that was piercing into your back felt like it could burn a hole, the extra swing in your hips and swish of your ponytail was giving you the confidence you needed.

Placing the pizza box down on the side you turned to see Jay towering over you, one arm resting against the door frame with the other resting low in his sweatpant pocket.

“Seriously, let me see this dress”

You tried to keep your composure, acting like you couldn’t see the smile he was trying to hide despite the corners of his lips already turning up with his every word.

His eyes were pinned to you as you picked off a piece off fluff from his tshirt, following each move as you let your hand rest onto his chest.

Gazing up at him, innocence in your eyes as you could feel his heart pounding beneath your touch amongst the silence.

“You’re not allowed to see it until the Gala”

He huffed, rolling his eyes whilst running a hand across his forehead in stress

“but the guy in the store said I looked like a million bucks”

His eyes widened, smirk spreading across his lips as you felt his hand drop to your hip as he cleared his throat “did he now?”

You nodded, feeling his grip tighten as he let out a huff in laughter which you knew he didn’t mean in amusement.

Before you could think of what to come back with, his arm was slung over your waist, picking you up like you were a piece of paper and tossing you onto his shoulder. Marching towards the bedroom, not letting the fists you were prodding into his back stopping him.

“Jay?! What are you doing!” you exclaimed, being laid on the bed as he pinned his arms either side of your head to stop you from getting away from him. Dark glint in his eyes as he roamed about your body, taking in every inch as he admired.

“I think you need to show me this dress baby”

***

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Leviathan and Ra-on 2

Summary: You’ve never been more glad to have your guest bedroom be reinforced to stand even the most intense of devil king tantrums. Ra-on needs rest after too much intense fucking and Leviathan is being a demanding bastard.

(Being stuffed full to the point of inflated swelling cannot feel good on Ra-on’s inexperienced guts.)

“Mm,” Ra-on, on the floor and in a plush pillow fort you built just to have a nice little nook to read and relax in, gingerly shifted his bruised and sore self around, “Even… breathing hurts. Ow.”

Of course his everything would hurt. After wading through a disgustingly thick river of cum that almost leaked into your bedroom–thank fuck for weather strips–and stumbling into your bed with a stomach fit for rupturing from an hours long fucking session, the fact he’s lucid at all the next day was a miracle.

What is it with devils, with Leviathan pushing Ra-on way past his limit? He’s not rubber, not one of Ra-on’s many pocket sleeves but they treat him like that anyway!

Bastards. All of them.

“At least that’s all the pain you have. If you had ruptured intestines or a prolapse, you’d be screwed.” You have little clue how to go about fixing those and you wouldn’t trust any hospital in Hell with Ra-on. Knowing how devils worked, they’d fix him right back up and then fuck him as ‘payment for their work.’ And then Ra-on would be right back where you both started, with swelled up guts and internal injuries.

Fuck this place. Fuck Hell.

“Oh. Oh!” At first, Ra-on was absent-minded, then clarity cleared his voice, “That can happen?”

You blinked, “Yes. Especially since I know you don’t own any inflation toys. Or do prep-work.”

He flushed and his face pinched up horribly. Really, like his toy collection was a secret to you. Who does he think cleans up Minhyeok’s closet? Of course you would know what he has.

“…right…” And Ra-on sank back into the pile, practically disappearing. Probably wanted to vanish actually. “I think… I’ll sleep again.” Guess that line of conversation’s done. That’s fine, you wanted to get back to reading.

“You do that. I’ll just be reading, ‘kay?”

There was only a mumble. You gave a hum back.

You can only hope that, by the time you finish this chapter or when Ra-on wakes up, the hallways will be clean and the smell will finally fade. You’d use an air freshener but you’d end up suffocating yourself with the combined smell, so all you can do is turn on the air conditioner and hope the circulation would get rid of it.

You think only an hour passed before there was a knock on your door. A knock. On your layers thick, reinforced door. The sound traveled through the very framework of this bedroom. Luckily, Ra-on was so deep asleep that the most he did was shift.

You walked to the door and turn on the intercom. You’re not surprised at the sight of Leviathan on the screen, head held at that irritating angle as though no one deserved to be at eye level with him.

The sea of cum was still flowing from the hallway behind him and the devil responsible was naked right before the camera’s sight. Ugh. You know exactly what he’s here for.

“You,” Leviathan seethed, like addressing you alone was enough to disgust him, “You have Solomon’s Son with you–”

You turned off the intercom and pressed another button. There was light clinking, the turning of gears and well built mechanisms, then it all stopped.

The only sound that remained was a very, very light clinking. Nice to know that that devil wasn’t joking about his skills and the quality of his materials. ‘Not even a devil king would be able to tear through this!’

You should take him out for drinks at some point.

“Hmm?” Ra-on raised his sleepy head up, eyes not even open, “Someone knockin’?”

“Nope,” you kicked back in your chair, “Just another one of those gross Hell mosquitoes.”

[ignoremyworld]

Messy mind

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Steve always had trouble sleeping. Even before the upside down. As a kid, he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep because the sound of his parents arguing downstairs was all he could pay attention to. When his parents left for the first time, he couldn’t sleep because he was scared.

And now with the memory of the upside down popping up in his head anytime he was close to having a good nights rest would make him jump up in a cold sweat.

So yeah, he kind of gave up trying to get good sleep.

He was always tired now. No matter where he was and how he acted he wanted nothing more than to go home and try to sleep again.

Robin noticed first, the way his eyes would get droopy whenever the video store was empty, how he would yawn while rewinding tapes. She grew worried about him.

“Hey doofus how much have you been sleeping?” She asked one afternoon. The thought of him being hurt from how tired he was at the front of her mind.

“Huh? Oh yeah not a lot. I try but every time I get close I just have to start over again. Nightmares y’know.” He replied, looking at her with dead eyes.

“You could take melatonin? Or drink some sort of tea to help?” Robin said, rubbing his back for comfort. Both for him and for her.

“No I’ve tried those” he mumbled. “They work for about 30 minutes and then I’m right back to staring at the ceiling for the rest of the night”

Robin didn’t know what to say. She had trouble sleeping sometimes too but not to this point. All she felt she could do was let him lean on her shoulder for a while.

Then Steve met Eddie.

After the world split open and Eddie’s trailer was destroyed he and Wayne had nowhere to live. Some of Wayne’s buddies had offered him a place to sleep but they only had a couch to sleep on and that wouldn’t fit both of them.

So they settled for Wayne sleeping on the couch at his friends house and Eddie sleeping at Steve’s house.

It was awkward at first. Not knowing each other very well, they didn’t know what to talk about. Steve would ask a few questions about dnd and Eddie would ask him what his favorite sport was but that was it.

And there was the fact that Eddie couldn’t ignore how he’s heard Steve wake up shouting on more than one occasion. Eddie had trouble sleeping too. Nightmares and anxiety would fill his head and he would wake up more than once in the night

Then he got to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t take not sleeping and hearing how much Steve was struggling.

“Knock knock Stevie. Can I come in” Eddie said leaning against Steve’s doorframe.

“Yeah what’s up? Are you hungry?” Steve asked rubbing his eyes.

“Nope just got a little question for you” Eddie said walking over to Steve’s bed and sitting on the soft mattress.

“Okay? What’s up?” Steve replied giving Eddie an odd look.

“I want to sleep in your bed. I hear how you wake up screaming sometimes and I’ve been getting nightmares too. So I’m thinking maybe we would sleep better with someone else to comfort us” Eddie suggested, looking down at his hands and fidgeting with his nails.

“You… my bed… us?” Steve muttered, not sure if he was joking or not.

“Yes. Me in your bed. We don’t have to if you think you’d be uncomfortable but I think it’s worth a shot” Eddie said, looking at Steve.

Steve hesitated for a moment. Looking at Eddie made him feel soft. Like a wave of calm had washed over him. “Okay. Okay yeah we can try that” he said

“Perfect! Scooch over!” Eddie said hopping up to his feet so Steve could move.

Steve moved to the side of his bed and watched as Eddie climbed in and let his head fall back on the pillow. He turned to Steve and smiled.

“Goodnight big boy” Eddie said, closing his eyes.

Steve smiled “goodnight eds”

Morning came and steve woke up to the sun streaming through his red curtains. He slept the whole night… he slept well the whole night. He looked at Eddie who was still fast asleep, his hair strewn about the pillow.

It was at this point he realized they were holding each other. He felt is face grow warm and a smile form on his face. Closing his eyes, he finally felt at peace.

They slept for most of the day, holding each other with their legs tangled and Eddie’s head on Steve’s chest.

Steve hopes that they never sleep apart again

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Okay! This took quite a bit of time. Got the idea from a tik tok i saw like an hour ago.

As always advice and constructive criticism is appreciated as I’m still new to writing! I hope you enjoyed this!

[scientistservant]

I'm sorry for sending in another ask 🙈 But I need to know your opinion, as I haven't had a chance to read it. Sooooooo, why is Long Live The Pumpkin Queen, bad? Did they fuck up the doc and Sally that badly? Like are we talking about Love Never Dies level of shitty? (musical sequel to Phantom of the opera that most of us fans loathe.)

Oh boy, okay

This is gonna be long, please bare with me 😭

So the book completely changes/“fixes” Sally’s origins. She wasn’t a creation, or never even FROM Halloween Town.

She’s a special princess of dolls from “Dream Town” and has parents who are also dolls. She was kidnapped from her bedroom when she was like 12 by Finkelstein.

This is fucking bullshit.

How she even physically ages or how dolls can even conceive is never brought up or explained. Nor is how Fink even kidnapped her in the first place. The book and author just expects you to accept this new canon, which conveniently comes out like three decades after the source material.

Because the book is in first person and in Sally’s point of view we NEVER hear any perspective or proper explanation from Fink or any other character about anything.

Fink is just reduced to a one-dimensional villain who kidnapped Sally all because he apparently can’t create life or bring things back to life via science. You know… HIS FUCKING JOB.

He despises that Jack and Sally get married, despite that Fink would be ecstatic at this (Sally’s his creation and Jack one of his very old friends.)

Sally is also reduced to a one-dimensional protagonist who never questions anything and every third word from her mouth/brain is either “sad”, “ragdoll”, or “stitches/seams”.

She just believes these two doll people who she’s never met before, and doesn’t bother to leave “Dream Town” to ask the elderly scientist she’s known for her entire existence about this (not to mention everyone in the entire world including the holiday realms are dead asleep at this point at this part in the book anyway…)

Oh yeah, the book has a main villain too, surprisingly. It’s not Fink, even though the book certainly treats him like it.

It’s the fake ruler of “Dream Town”, Sandman, who’s actually kind of cool and creepy. But his reasoning for his villainy is bullshit, just like everything else in this damn book.

He’s just tired.

Yeah.

The Sandman is tired because he can’t sleep and his sand doesn’t work on him so he can’t get to sleep. You’d think a being as powerful and seemingly dangerous as this guy wouldn’t need sleep, but apparently he does. He’s cranky and needs a nap with his blanky, boo-fucking-hoo.

The ONLY thing I actually sort of enjoyed in the book was the bit where Sandman was stalking Halloween Town, putting everyone to sleep, and Sally was hiding from him. That was actually kind of suspenseful and I wish Sandman was that threatening throughout.

And does Sandman get any punishment for taking over “Dream Town” and putting everyone in an eternal sleep?

Nope. But FINK gets punished! Firstly, Jack completely believes these two random doll creatures he has never met before and that say they’re Sally’s parents. He yells at Fink, without asking his dear old friend if any of this is even true. And then Fink gets 100 years of prison and community service, which is stupid because why the fuck would Holiday realm laws, much less HALLOWEEN TOWN laws, function the same as the real world’s?

Speaking of which, apparently Halloween Town’s an actual monarchy, and the Pumpkin King isn’t just a cool title for the face/mascot/figurehead of the realm. The book even lampshades this, but doesn’t take this anywhere further aside from Sally complaining she has to wear a crown and Jack doesn’t.

This whole book is stupid and I will never accept it as canon, ever.

What sucks about this is that I fucking PREORDERED the book! I thought it was gonna be a story about how and why Sally was created, and get some backstory/lore for Fink, as well as explanation of why his relationship with his creation got so bad. Maybe a little extra plot of how Sally and Jack met.

But it didn’t. I fucking cried. This book made me cry my fucking eyes out, out of anger and betrayal because my favourite character and his creation/daughter was butchered.

After reading the whole thing I threw the book in a little library and never looked back.

I’m still working on a complete and total rewrite/fix-it-fic, it’s just gotten put on the back-burner because of other projects I’m currently working/fixated on. Apologies for that. But I promise it won’t be forgotten!

EDIT: Oh yeah, and the Holiday rulers have a meeting about climate change. Because Holidays have super importance with the weather or some shit. I’m not fucking kidding.

EDIT 2: The author is also a New York Times best-seller which is already pretty suspicious since that is basically a huge scam. The book has hundreds of 4-5 star reviews that don't even really get into the specifics of WHY it's good. They're all either extreme Jack x Sally fans (the book starts off with them getting married and Sally's main dilemma is worrying about being "a good enough queen") that like anything tnbc/Jally related OR a bunch of people were paid to give this book glowing reviews.

[earthsc1ence]

☆…gift stress…☆

skz x reader

synopsis: how much would the kids stress about gifts?

warnings: some members’ sections are longer than others, but this has nothing to do with my biases! i just thought of more for specific members

requested: nope

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

— he wouldn’t stress per say, but would definitely make sure it’s the perfect gift

— probably the most normal out of everyone in the group when it comes to gift giving

— he’d be sneaky about asking what you want too

— quickly writing down the title of a book you were interested in kind of vibe

— asks your family if he really has no clue

— when he finally finds the gift he imagines what your reaction will be

— and guess what he gets you?

— a snow globe!!

— but not just any snow globe, he’d get one custom made of your hometown/city

— he’s the cutest <3

. . .

As soon as Chan gives you the green light, you rip the wrapping paper off the small box. Inside, staring right up at you, is a small snow globe.

You’re about to turn and look at Chan questioningly—you’ve never expressed an interest in snow globes—until you see a familiar layout.

You can feel yourself smiling as you carefully lift the snow globe out of the box. Yep, it’s what you thought it was.

You shake the snow globe and little puffs of white float around the globe, making the mini model of your hometown look like it’s caught in the middle of a snowstorm.

You look to Chan, only to see him smiling at you expectantly.

You sigh and pull him into a hug, feeling your heart swell because of the thoughtful gift.

“Thank you…”

Your shaky voice gives away your emotional state, and the only answer you get is amused laughter rumble from Chan’s chest.

“You’re welcome, (Name).”

. . .

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

— doesn’t stress at all

— he’s almost too relaxed

— probably just sees something and thinks

— “oh that’d be a good gift for (Name)” and buys it

— THAT’S IT.

— you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little annoyed by it

— but his gifts are always some of the best you get, so you can’t be mad

— this year, he gets you a cute plushie of… something making a strange face

— almost like it just ate a lemon

— he claims that it reminded him of you

. . .

“Minho…”

The man in question raises a brow from his seat across from you at the dining table. “Yeah?”

You’ve just opened your gift from Minho, and you’re confused—though not particularly surprised—at his gift of choice.

“…What is this?”

Minho frowns and takes the plushie from you, carefully holding it between his palms. “He reminded me of you.”

You deadpan.

“I, me, myself…” You point and motion to your face, Minho staring at you blankly.

“Remind you…” You point at Minho, him wearing the same blank expression.

“Of this?”

You point at the sour-faced plushie, now being slightly smooshed by Minho’s hands.

“I’ll keep him if you don’t like him.”

“No, no! I like him! I’m keeping him!”

. . .

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

— man would STRESS

— he knows you think the thought is much more important to you, but still

— thinks you deserve more than one present

— expect 3 ^^

— puts a lot of thought into each gift, always paying attention to what you show interest in

— one might be a copy of a skz album you really wanted but it sold out too quickly

— or maybe a pair of earrings you expressed an interest in way back in May

— whatever it is, it’s amazing

— like chan, he imagines what your reaction will be

— doesn’t even care if you get him anything or not, just happy to see you smile <3

. . .

It’s been a long, eventful holiday and to be honest you’re ready to just flop onto your bed and fall asleep.

You’ve gotten to do everything you’ve wanted to so far, other than one:

See Changbin.

He’s been busy too, of course, but he told you he’d be at your door at 9pm.

So that’s what you’re doing now. Waiting.

The doorbell rings and you jump up out of your sitting position on the floor and fling the door open, engulfing Changbin in a hug.

Changbin laughs, amused but not surprised at the sudden hug.

“Good to see you too.” Changbin smiles good-naturedly and as soon as you let go he picks up what looks like—four? no, five—boxes in wrapping paper, stacked on top of another.

“Changbin…” You sigh, looking at the presents piled up. “That’s more than last year.”

Changbin only shrugs.

“Just showing my appreciation.”

. . .

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

— he’d be pretty relaxed

— but gets stressed about the timeline he has to make you your gift

— maybe this is basic, but he definitely paints his favorite picture of the two of you

— he’d make you look better than him

— he’d also buy you matching necklaces

— they’d have the others’ initial engraved into it

— would honestly get so giddy when you’re opening them you’d think he’s the one getting a gift, not the other way around

. . .

“You’re gonna love it!” Hyunjin practically sings, his smile so radiant it seems like it could blind you.

“Uh-huh.” You pat his arm and take out the decorative tissue paper in the gift bag.

If there was one thing your boyfriend could do, it’s making gifts pretty.

You always make sure to snap a picture of any gift he gives you that he wrapped (which actually happens quite often), so you’re used to the guilt bubbling in your stomach when opening the beautifully wrapped gifts.

“C’mon, open it faster!” Hyunjin’s childish tone cuts into your thoughts snd you roll your eyes with a smile.

“I know, I know.”

When you do finish opening the gift, you pull out a small canvas with two familiar faces painted smiling at each other, noses touching.

“Hyunjin…”

“Wait, there’s another thing.”

He takes a small box out of the bag and gives it to you.

Upon opening it, a small necklace with an h is engraved in the pendant.

Hyunjin smiles and pulls out an identical necklace, except your initial is engraved into the pendant instead.

“So we’ll always be together.”

. . .

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

— you’d think he gets really stressed, but i think he’d be okay

— of course he’d have a little voice in the back of his head always trying to make him anxious, though

— sometimes it really gets to him, so much that lee know notices and has to calm him down

— anyway, onto the gift!

— i REALLY think he’d make a collage book of his favorite memories/pictures of the two of you

— it would be so cute;;

— he’d write little notes about his favorite thing that happened that day or just why he likes the picture so much

— he’d also have a little message on the first page for you!

— tell you how much he loves and appreciates you

— i love han sm

— would have to physically stop himself from jumping onto and hugging you when you read his message

. . .

Ever since Han came over, he hasn’t stopped smiling.

Most people would think it’s cute (especially because he has a cute smile), but you think quite the contrary.

“Why are you being so weird?” You frown as he stares up at you from the floor, resting his head in his hands with a new pout.

“Weird? I’m not weird.”

You roll your eyes. “Right, and I’m a banana.”

Han just laughs and suddenly springs up so that he’s sitting cross-legged, resting his head on your knees because you’re sitting on the couch.

“Wanna open your present now?” Han smiles up at you sweetly.

“Do you want me to open my present now?”

Han nods eagerly.

You snort as he jumps up and sprints across the apartment to grab the present he brought for you.

About 8 seconds later, he’s back in front of you, proudly showing what looks like a book wrapped in pretty wrapping paper.

You smile and take the present from him as he plops down next to you on the couch.

He eagerly watches over your shoulder as you unwrap the gift, it revealed as what looks like a scrap book.

You smile as you read the title;

Han and (Name)!

You open the book and start to read the little message scrawled across the first page in Han’s messy handwriting.

Dear (Name)…

. . .

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

— i think he’d get pretty stressed

— he wants to give you the perfect gift so much that he’s starting the search almost a month in advance

— you cannot tell me he wouldn’t start looking way too early

— definitely would be not-so-sneakily asking you about gifts

— of course he makes your favorite pastry

— he’d also want to buy you something, and that’s when he gets in his head

— after what he feels like has been months (really just two weeks) he finally finds it! the perfect gift!!

— drumroll please…

— a herd of mini glass animals!

— he would be glowing when you find your favorite animal amongst them

. . .

“So,”

You look up from the cookies Felix baked you to the man himself who’s gazing at you cutely from across the room.

“Hm?”

“You want your other present, or…?”

Your eyes widen in wonder. “Another present? Am I in heaven?”

Felix laughs as he gets up, presumably to get the other gift he prepared for you.

He strides out of the room and you finish the cookie you were eating.

He’s back about a half minute later, holding a small wooden box.

“Be careful; it’s fragile.”

You nod and carefully take the box from him and he smiles as he sits next to you.

You unlatch the box and quietly open it, only to be met with the sight of about a dozen tiny glass animals.

“Felix—oh my gosh! This is so cute!” You exclaim, and you can practically see the light radiating off of the man next to you.

You slowly pick one up, and then the next. You do this until you get to a particular animal.

“Lix—are you serious?” You practically melt in excitement, as he’d gotten you your favorite animal as well.

“Quite.”

“Shut up, it was rhetorical.”

You can hear his smile when he replies with an:

“I know.”

. . .

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

— relaxed bby

— definitely makes jokes about how his mere existence is a gift in itself

— “why would you need a present when i’m right here?”

— honestly really good at getting people gifts

— never asks you what you want, already has something in mind

— his gifts are always very thoughtful despite the fact that he always says he hates the very same people he gives gifts for

— you

— he knows that you adore animals and that you really want a pet, so he gets you something as close to a pet as he can

— he brings you to an animal cafe!

. . .

“Seungmin, you can’t just drag me into the city at 9am.” You yawn as Seungmin practically drags you down the street.

“Be quiet, we’re almost there.”

You frown, about to retort until he suddenly stops, causing you to bump into him.

“Hey, what was that f—“

“We’re here.”

You blink and peek around the man, looking up at the sign.

Animal Cafe

Is what it says. Your eyes light up.

“S—wait, you’re bringing me to an animal cafe!?”

Seungmin says nothing and walks to the door, opening it for you. He keeps his face turned away, but you can see that the tips of his ears are pink in embarrassment.

You smile but choose not to point it out, seeing as he’s doing a good deed.

However, as you pass through the door he’s holding for you, what you do say is this;

“I thought you weren’t getting me a gift, Seungmin.”

You hear him huff from behind you, but you can tell he’s smiling.

“It’s your two favorite things. Animals, and more importantly, me.”

. . .

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

— vv relaxed

— at some point you start wondering if he even remembers about the gift

— but don’t fear, he does! he just might… forget to buy it?

— jeongin is the type of guy to find a present three months prior to a special event and either forget to order/buy it or just forgot where he put it

— in this case, he forgot to order it!

— when scrolling on amazon he saw a really cute duck plushie he thought you would love and added it to his cart

— somehow removed it from the cart without realizing and just forgot about it entirely, assuming he ordered it with his next order

— oh, boy…

— but don’t worry, he pulls through! he found one of seungmin’s plushies that looked similar and asked where he got it

— went and bought it at rumi

. . .

“So… why am I supposed to be excited about a trader joe’s bag again?”

Jeongin laughs nervously as you raise a skeptical brow.

“It’s no reason… I mean, it’s the thought that counts, right?”

You sigh. You want to get mad at him, you really do, but you just can’t.

He’s too cute without even realizing.

“Right… and this has nothing to do with you suddenly running out the house and returning 45 minutes later with a bag from Rumi?”

Jeongin nods. You shake your head, a fond smile growing on your face.

“Just—just open it, okay?”

You finally take the decorative tissue out from the trader joe’s bag and peer into the bag, only to see a rather cute duck plushie sitting inside.

Your whole being lights up as you eagerly pick up the plushie and hug it before turning to Jeongin.

“Jeongin! Where did you find this?” You manically shake his shoulders, making his head go forwards and backwards over again.

He places his hands on your shoulders to calm you down, so you stop shaking him.

“What, you can’t guess?”

You smile at each other.

“Rumi.”

. . .

[electric-cross]

I Missed You

Pairing: Darius Tehrani x Female Reader

Warnings: General Smut, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 2.8k

I'm not gonna sugar coat this, it's a slightly romantic, smutty fic. If you're not down with smut, you might wanna leave.

It was the middle of the night. You had been asleep for a few hours when you felt the blanket being lifted up and the bed shift next to you. Slowly, you turned and opened your eyes, adjusting to the slightest bit of light coming in from the window. You could faintly make out the shape of your boyfriend getting settled in next to you.

“Darius? What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t gonna be back until morning?”

“Sorry, babe. Didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

You slid closer to him, “No, it’s fine. I’m glad you’re here. I’m just confused.”

He put an arm around you as you rested your head on his chest, “We got an earlier flight, but I guess I forgot to let you know. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m so happy you’re home,” you yawned before placing a small kiss on his bare chest.

“Me too. I missed you,” he said as he slowly stroked one hand along your back.

You hummed at the feeling, “I missed you too. How was the tour?”

He rested his hand on your hip, “It was great. We played some of our best shows yet. I’ll tell you about it in the morning.”

He yawned, barely brushing his fingertips along your waist. His touch could be so soft. It surprised you early in the relationship when you discovered just how gentle he could be. He was so aggressive in his music and even slightly in his personality. Of course, he was definitely rough with you when the situation called for it, and it often did, but even still, he could be soft and romantic and loving with you. Only you.

You soaked in the sensation of his big, tattooed hand tracing lightly against your hip, sighing into the softness of his chest hair, “I don’t wanna wait until morning. I want to hear about it now.”

He yawned again, “Babe, it’s so late and I already woke you up. Can’t it wait?”

“Darius, we’ve been apart for weeks. I don’t want to go back to sleep. I want to stay up for a while with you. It feels like an eternity since we last spent time together.”

He chuckled, “I know. I want to spend time with you too, but you really should get some sleep.”

“Please? We can do whatever you want and sleep in a little late in the morning. Let’s be together for just a little while, and I promise I’ll go back to sleep and we can save the rest for tomorrow.”

He laughed, a little louder this time, “You know you shouldn’t say things like that to me.”

“What? Why?” you asked.

You felt his fingers dip under the loose t-shirt you’d been sleeping in. His fingertips now slowly stroking the soft skin of your flesh.

“Because, if you say we can do whatever I want, I think you know where that leads.”

You grinned in the darkness. You should have known his mind would wander to that. He had a pretty healthy sexual appetite and he seemed almost insatiable for you. You couldn’t count how many times a seemingly innocent conversation or interaction with him had led to you, naked and folded into various positions.

Suddenly, you realized just how long it had been and how much your body had missed him. The feeling on your hip started to tingle under his touch. You were starting to have more of an interest in touching him than talking to him. You were happy to let him have his way, yet again.

“Oh, yeah?” you asked coyly, “Where is this leading?”

He slid his hand further up your shirt, grazing the skin of your ribs, “You know where this is going, baby.”

You slowly trailed your hand from his chest down to the hem of his boxer briefs, “Nope. I don’t think I do. Maybe you should tell me. Or show me.”

Without saying a word, he lightly grabbed your hand and pushed it further down, until you were brushing your hand over his clothed cock. He wasn’t hard yet, but with the way he was moving your hand back and forth against him, you knew it wouldn’t be long.

“Weeks apart, and you still wanna tease me. Why do you like torturing me, baby?” he sighed, still moving your hand.

You giggled, “Because it’s fun.”

“It’s not fun for me.”

“Yes, it is. You love it.”

He groaned softly as his cock started to harden, “Okay, maybe I don’t hate it.”

You giggled again, taking control with your hand and rubbing him a bit more forcefully, “See? You do like it.”

“I’d like it even more if you stopped toying with me and just touched me,” he replied.

You kissed his chest again, dipping your hand into his briefs, “Okay, baby.”

You grabbed his cock in your hand and gave it a light squeeze, making him hiss. Pulling him out of his underwear, struggling to wrap your entire hand around him. He was big, and he knew it. He could be pretty cocky about it sometimes, but it kind of turned you on. You knew this huge cock was only for you, and if he wanted to brag about it a little while he fucked you, who were you to complain?

You slowly pumped your hand up and down his shaft, eliciting a few small groans from him, “Fuck, I missed you baby. I missed you so much.”

“Then show me,” you challenged.

He groaned once more before taking your hand off of him, then quickly pulling his underwear off his body leaving him completely naked. He then leaned over to the bedside table and flipped on a small lamp, further illuminating the room with a faint glow.

“You know I like to see you, sweetheart. Especially after all this time apart.”

You smiled at him, “I love seeing you like this. You’re so fucking hot, Darius.”

You knew that would get him. He loved hearing you say his name, especially in this context. He wasted no time in climbing over you, softly pushing you onto your back and nestling himself between your legs.

“Angel, you’re the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen,” he said before dipping down to give you a slow, deliberate kiss.

You closed your eyes and felt your body simultaneously sink into the mattress under his weight and somehow float upward into him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and threading your fingers in his hair, you kissed him back with the same passion and intensity he was showing you. You could kiss this man’s soft, plump lips for hours, and you had on many occasions. He was your kryptonite, everything about him, but those lips had a way of making you come undone.

You sighed into his kiss and he moaned back, he knew the effect he had on you, because you had the same on him. It drove him wild to know how turned on by him you always were. He parted his lips and softly licked along your bottom lip, as if asking permission to slip it into your mouth. You happily obliged, opening your mouth just enough for him to push his tongue inside. You met his tongue with yours and languidly rolled them together. Tightening your fingers in his hair, you began kissing him with more vigor. You could feel yourself starting to get wet.

As if he somehow knew, he pulled away and sat back on his knees, towering over you.

“I need to see you, baby,” he said as he began removing your shirt, leaving you in nothing but panties.

Your nipples were hard and panties soaked from the way he was looking at you. Eyes staring straight at your breasts. You felt vulnerable and exposed in the best way, loving the way he stared at your semi nude body.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I don’t think I realized just how much I missed you,” he groaned.

You smiled sweetly at him, “Well, you’re home now. You don’t have to miss anything.”

You watched his eyes as you slowly pulled down your panties, exposing yourself to him. His gaze followed your movements as he licked his lips, watching you remove the garment completely. You lay naked beneath him and spread your legs as wide as you could, ensuring he got a proper view of your glistening sex.

“Fuck,” was all he said before he leaned back into you and kissed you hard.

He was done messing around. He needed to touch you. To taste you. Fuck you. He continued kissing you with direct fervor as one of his hands snaked over to your exposed breast. Grabbing it, he began to knead it in the palm of his hand, never breaking the kiss. He pinched your nipple softly and moaned when you gasped against his lips. He knew how to make you want him. To break you. He knew your body almost as well as you did.

He continued squeezing your breast as he trailed soft kisses across the side of your face and down to your neck. He kissed the spot behind the hollow of your ear and you let out a little moan. He kissed it again and again. Each time, a little harder than the last. He dipped out his tongue and lightly licked the skin of your throat. You wrapped your fingers in his hair once again and closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of him. He began sucking on your neck, probably trying to leave marks. He loved hickies and bruises and bitemarks. He liked knowing you were his and he was yours.

You moaned at the tightness you began feeling between your legs. His mouth doing wonders on your throat. Eventually, he started kissing your neck again before trailing down your collarbone and down to the same breast he had been kneading. His mouth made contact with your nipple and you shivered. He flicked the bud with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. He sucked hard, as if determined to elicit a reaction from you. It worked. You practically pulled at his hair from the sensation of him biting down on your nipple. You thought he might bite it off, but you still wanted him to bite harder. 

After his assault on your breast, he kissed across your chest, stopping to place a long, sweet kiss over your heart, before doing the same to the other one. You were getting dizzy from what he was doing and he’d barely done anything. He had so much power over you, but you knew that you had the same effect on him. This would be his turn. His turn to be in control, to dominate, to make your head swim. You’d take charge in the morning.

After sucking on your breasts, he began kissing down your body. Trailing his lips along your stomach, over your pubic bone and to the top of your mound. He wasted no time furthering his journey, and soon he was kissing your pussy. You gasped at the feeling of his lips on your aching cunt. He’d barely kissed it and you were already feeling feral.

“Darius, please…”

“Okay, baby,” he said quietly.

He parted your folds with his tongue and began giving slow, soft licks to your swollen clit.

“Oh, my god…” you began as he quickened his pace, “Darius that feels so fucking good.”

He responded by sucking on it, causing you to gasp even louder and let out a moan, “Oh, fuck. Shit.”

He continued his assault on your clit, moaning into it as he ate for dear life. You could tell he had started touching himself while he pleasured you. You knew he wouldn’t last long. He’d be inside you in no time.

Your moans picked up the more he gave you, including slipping a finger inside. You felt his finger curl, hitting that sweet spot. The sensation was overwhelming. You felt like you could cum at any moment.

Your moans grew louder, then turned to whimpers, “Darius, please, baby. Please fuck me. I need you so badly. Fuck.”

He groaned into your pussy before stopping completely. You almost protested at the lack of contact before realizing that he was positioning himself between your legs. You could see his cock looking angry and leaking precum. He needed you as badly as you needed him. Without wasting time, he lined his cock up with your entrance and slowly pushed inside.

“Oh, fuck…” he groaned, shutting his eyes and leaning his head up to the ceiling, “Fuck, I need you so bad, sweetheart.”

You whined, as if begging him to start fucking you. He gladly took the hint and began slowly thrusting himself in and out. His eyes closed in pure focus. You arched your back and pushed your cunt into him, wrapping your arms around his back. You were determined to be properly fucked by this man. He opened his eyes and met yours.

“That’s my good girl. You know what I like.”

You moaned unabashedly, loving the pet name he called you in times like these.

“Such a good girl,” he groaned while quickening his pace.

You threw your head back and shut your eyes, relishing every moment and feeling this man was giving you, just like always. The friction in your cunt causing waves of pleasure to spill out. He pulled your chin down to face him. His pupils blown wide from lust as he leaned into you and crashed his lips into yours again. Swallowing each other’s moans, he kissed you with less finesse and more urgency, dying to make as much contact with you as he could.

His kisses traced the line of your jaw before stopping at your ear, “You like this baby?”

“Yeah…” you whined.

“Yeah? Does it feel good?”

You moaned again, “God, yes.”

He reached down and lifted one of your legs, pinning your knee near the side of your head, “Yeah? How ‘bout now?”

“Oh!” you practically shouted, “Fuck yes, that feels so fucking good, Darius.”

He groaned, if not growled, directly into your ear. The sound shooting straight to your throbbing pussy.

Quickening his pace, he kept toying with you, “You always feel so fucking good, baby. Fuck. So tight and wet just for me. I’m gonna cum so hard inside you.”

“Oh, my god. Fuck,” you responded, words beginning to escape you.

He could tell by the way you moaned and the way your body was tightening around him that you wouldn’t last much longer. He fucked you harder, slamming his cock into you. You were sure he’d leave bruises on your pelvic bone. He stuck his tongue in your ear and you let out a loud moan. He, once again, growled into your ear, this time louder and more animalistic. He couldn’t take much more either and he pulled himself up and now pushed your other leg back to replicate the other. Both knees on either side of your head and he was plunging into you with ferocity and desperation.

“Shit, baby,” he whined as your moans grew louder, practically screaming.

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes once more, feeling yourself getting close, “Fuck, Darius. Oh my god, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

As if on cue, he grabbed your chin again, forcing you to meet his gaze, “Look at me, angel. I wanna look in those pretty eyes when you cum.”

That was all it took. Soon, you were coming undone beneath him.

“Darius! Oh! Fuck!” you shouted, convulsing under him, struggling to keep your eyes locked onto his.

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, also having difficulty keeping his eyes open.

You were still in the midst of an orgasm when Darius exclaimed, and you knew he was cumming inside of you. Both of you, moaning and writhing. Eventually, his thrusts slowed, then stopped. You were shaking and trying to catch your breath when he gently lowered your legs back down onto the bed. Then came the part you both hated, he pulled out of you. You whimpered at the empty feeling you felt once he was completely outside. He, too, was a shaking mess struggling to regulate his breathing when he lazily lowered himself onto his back next to you.

“Shit, sweetheart. I REALLY missed that. You’re gonna have to start visiting me on tour because I don’t think I can go that long again without you,” he breathed.

You cuddled back into his chest like you had previously, “I would love that. I hate being apart so long.”

“I know, baby, we won’t make that mistake again. Now, you promised that we’d get some sleep.”

“I know. After that, I’m ready to sleep again, anyway.”

He wrapped his arm around you once more, “Good. We’ll talk in the morning. Love you.”

You yawned, “Love you too.”

“Goodnight, angel.”

“Goodnight, Darius.”

[carlos-in-glasses]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @alrightbuckaroo @heartstringsduet and @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut ❤️

Please have some getting-to-know-you softness from Swim Fic

“Do you love him, still?”

“No. I’ve missed him, but–” TK answers after a few seconds, like he’s really thought about it, although perhaps he hadn't until Carlos asked him outright. “Anger sort of took the love away. It’s wild to me. If you’d told me a year ago that I wouldn’t be in love with Alex, I’d have laughed in your face. But really, I think I was just trying to make a dream into something real. I was still using when we met – I only got sober so I could keep him. And maybe it doesn’t matter, the reasons for sobriety, so long as you stick to it? I don’t know. I haven’t really worked that one out. But because I felt better for being sober, I sort of credited him. Which was the wrong thing. Because it meant that when I didn’t have him anymore, my reason for sobriety, I relapsed.”

“I’ve decided he’s an idiot,” Carlos says sternly. “It’s his loss.” And was almost mine.

“What about you?” TK asks, maybe to steer the focus away from himself. “Any tragic breakups?”

Carlos clenches with an earthquake of an internal cringe. He’s opened himself up to having that question tossed at him.

“Nope. Never had a bad breakup,” he says, batting it back.

“Lucky.”

“Yeah.”

It’s true enough, he decides. Being ghosted by Tinder flings is not comparable. He slubbed around his house for a few days each time, got wine-drunk with Michelle on one occasion, and then focused on work and hobbies. He was not in love with any of those men. He’d wanted to be, maybe naively. He hadn’t realized love could hurt so destructively - could end you if it ended.

But now TK’s breathing has changed, and his weight has shifted again. He’s fallen asleep on Carlos’ chest in total comfort. Carlos’ arm is starting to tingle, and he has to pee, but whatever. This is as glorious as it is terrifying, and he doesn’t want the sun to rise, because everything looks different in morning light. Mornings mean that guys slip out of bed, pull on their clothes silently, creep away without saying goodbye, and when he texts them, they don’t reply.

But none of them ever fell asleep on Carlos’ chest like TK.

After such an evening, I'm somewhat lost with who has/n't been tagged and/or done this already so...tagging @reyesstrand @goodways @strandnreyes @paperstorm @lightningboltreader @never-blooms @bonheur-cafe @ladytessa74 @kiloskywalker @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @spaghett-onaplate @irispurpurea if you want to share, or please ignore at your leisure! ❤️❤️❤️

[naddiesflower]

Loved the last one I got another one how about headcannosn of kiri deku and bakugou where they want to lay their head on their female s/os chest but they know some girls are a bit apprehensive and wouldn't like it and the reader notices and is super chill about it and is like 'sure go ahead'

Bonus points If they have a big chest

Cause I am cursed with one and I hate it

sorry if it's late :( but here it is! I too am cursed with the big booba so I understand the struggles

Kirishima

He totally isn’t thinking about wanting to lay his head on your chest

He wasn’t

…..ok so maybe he was

You always laid your head on his chest 

So he couldn’t help but want to also lay his head on your chest

And you were…well endowed, and he really really couldn’t help but be curious about how it would feel

But he also didn't want to make you uncomfortable

So the gears in his head are turning to come up with a way to somehow ask you without it sounding weird or perverted

Obviously, he wasn’t able to come up with a way and his brainstorming persists for a couple of days

You of course noticed this, especially with how he tried to discreetly look your way as if something were plaguing his mind (and by try, you mean fail miserably)

There would be times when you guys would hang out in each other’s rooms and it seemed like Kirishima would try to ask you something but he would always opt-out in someway 

“Something on your mind Ei?”

“Oh, uh…” he has a chance to ask you, you’re going out of your way to check up on him

Surely that meant you wouldn’t mind if he asked you if he could lay his head on your chest

But even so, you’d probably think him to be weird

So he brushes off your question and offers you a smile

“Nope, just a little tired with everything that’s going on.”

Not once did you buy his excuses, but you weren’t going to push it since he didn’t want to elaborate

That was until you were able to pinpoint the problem 

At least you think so

You were at least 100% sure it had something to do with your chest 

It was no secret that you had, put simply, a big chest

And Kirishima wasn’t very subtle with his stares

So you text him to come to your dorm room so you can break out of his little stupor 

Kirishima knocks and steps inside giving you a sweet “hey” but he’s immediately thrown off guard by what you say next

“My boobs.”

If Kirishima had been drinking something he was sure he would’ve done a spit take

“Y-your…” he can’t even bring himself to say the word boobs

“Uh...what about them??”

Maybe you haven’t noticed his staring and were just being random

“You’ve been staring at them lately, you can tell me anything you know.”

Ok so you did notice his staring

“Ok hear me out, it’s just hard to ignore them, especially when I want to lay my head on them and I understand if that makes you uncomfortable and I can totally leave right now.”

Kirishima goes to move before you answer him but your laughing stops him from doing so

But he’s more confused than anything now, especially since he expected you to be irritated at him

“Ei, you’re so silly, c’mere.”

You make grabby hands at him and he goes to sit next to you on your bed

You hug him and pull him down with you to lie down, his head laying on your chest

Kirishima is stiff, making sure not to place his head on your chest, which makes you laugh more

“I don’t mind it you know, you can lay your head on my chest and I won’t get mad.”

Kirishima doesn’t move his head to lay on your chest until you press a hand to his head

Even then, Kirishima is shell shocked

You’re okay with this?

Then it hits him how soft your chest

Dude is in heaven, he would have fallen asleep in a matter of seconds if it wasn’t still early into the night

He finally understands why you like to lay your head on his chest and he hopes to do this more often

Deku

Izuku is normally a bit shy with you despite being in a relationship with you for a while

So you weren’t able to immediately notice the slight shift in his behavior 

The shift was monumental for Midoriya in his mind however

It was a passing thought at first

‘I wonder what it would feel like to lay my head on their chest?’

It flustered him, so he shook the thought away

But the more he fought to not think about it the more it plagued his mind

You would often hug him from behind and he would feel your chest against his back

And it sounds innocent

But you were very round in the chest area, so he could feel them splay out across his back

And he couldn’t help but think how soft they felt (Mineta would be so proud of him bro)

Which would further encourage his thoughts on laying his head on your chest

And god he really shouldn’t be thinking about this 

You deserved nothing but respectful thoughts

So he will do exactly just that

He doesn’t even last a day 

A for effort tho

So now he has resorted to finding a way to ask you without seeming like a creep

He’ll brainstorm ways and actually end up muttering quietly to himself

You’ve caught him doing so a couple of times and he’ll be flustered

You had initially thought it was him muttering stuff about heroes or ways to better his quirk  

Some days would be hard on Midoriya

He’s absolutely spent and sometimes he likes to hang out in your room with you since it de-stresses him

So Midoriya gently flops on top of you and lays his head on your chest 

And without a second thought, you wrap your arms around him and stroke his hair

It’s like all his troubles melt away

And then he’s yelling

And now you are too

“Aaaaah! Izuku what’s wrong!?”

He jumps off of you as if you were on fire

Poor baby is bowing at mach speed

“I’msosorryI’mreallysorryIdidn’tmeantolaymyheaddownonyourchestlikethatthey’rejustsobigandtheylooksocomfortablebutIdon’twanttomakeyouuncomfortable.”

He stops for a second and seems to spot something

“Here.”

He’s holding out one of your slippers

You take the slipper from his hand and you notice that he braces himself

“Hit me.” (lowkey I'm thinking of this vid now https://youtu.be/GhCdv3Fm3mY)

It makes you want to laugh, but it also kinda makes you sad that he would think you would actually smack him

Tossing the slipper aside you grab both of his hands and pull him back on top of you

His blushing is so strong  you can practically feel the heat emitting from his face 

“Don’t be sorry Izuku, you’d never be able to make me uncomfortable.”

Just when you think he can’t get any redder he proves you wrong

He looks cute when he blushes

“You don’t think it’s weird?”

“Nope.”

You card your fingers through his hair again

And that keeps him from asking any more questions

He was so sure you wouldn’t be okay with it

But having you vocalize that it didn’t bother you was a relief

All is unneeded over-worrying could finally come to an end

Bakugou

Also another one where you wouldn’t immediately notice was thinking about lying his head on your chest

I think Bakugou would be pretty good at masking what he was thinking

And by masking I mean frowning away his thoughts

So when he first thought about lying his head on your chest he went from :l to >:l 

He didn’t want to think about something that would bother you

So he just resorted to his frowning

Luckily for you, you knew that whenever he frowned it meant that he was probably thinking of something that bothered him

He didn’t do it too often but as of recent it was getting pretty frequent

Which would prompt you to ask him what was wrong

And every time you would receive a gruff “nothing” as a response

That’s when you knew something was up

Normally he would rant to you about stuff that was bothering him

So you were able to deduce that it probably had something to do with you

Which also confused you since Bakugou was never afraid to speak his mind

So now you really wanted to know what was on his mind

Poor Bakugou man, he’s minding his business, and you’re like 👀👀

“What are you staring at??”

You didn’t want him to find out what you were trying to do so you make the cheesiest excuses

“Can I not stare at my handsome boyfriend?”

He would always scoff at your silly remarks

But deep that dude is beyond flustered

How dare you be so cute

And he really didn’t want you knowing that he thought of laying his head on your chest

He was sure you would think he was weird

He also didn’t want you to think he was being soft

He wasn’t soft

Never

Immediately goes back to thinking about laying his head on your chest

Although the thought wasn’t frequent at first, it sure is now

It has become so recurrent that it started to affect his fighting

It frustrates him to no end, but he also doesn’t want to expose himself, 

but he also doesn’t want it affecting his progress

So he makes up his mind to tell you 

And that’s how you end up in his room

You sitting on his bed while Bakugo almost burns a hole in the ground with his pacing

He looked stoic but you could easily tell that whatever was on his mind had been gnawing at him pretty bad

“Well?”

Bakugou gives you a half-hearted glare, stops his pacing and finally stands in front of you

If you rejected the idea of him lying his head on your chest, he would be cool with that

Only a little dejected, but he would be fine with your boundaries

So he musters up all his courage and asks you

Which comes out as a mumbled mess that you could hardly understand

“Katsuki, I didn’t understand a single word that came out of your mouth”

“I SAID LET ME LAY MY HEAD ON YOUR CHEST”

His eyes widen, he hadn’t meant to ask you in such a harsh way

And he’s about to apologize when you snort out a laugh

“So that’s what this is about?”

He was going to question you, but you tug on the hem of his shirt

“Yes you can lay on my chest, thank you for asking nicely.”

Bakugou grumbles slightly at your teasing and lays down

And oh man oh wow

He knew you had a big chest and had assumed they would be soft

But actually feeling them does not compare at all to the real feeling

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“This is more than okay.”

He won’t tell you but he really loves the sound of your heartbeat

[specialagentlokitty]

Sherlock x reader - the truth behind it

For the Halloween prompt: Person A loves Halloween, but sees that Person B hates it. A wants to find out why, but B doesn't want to say it. And it's for Sherlock and the reason being sad (Reader is A, Sherlock is B) - @askrosemarymckneal 💜

You were practically buzzing with excitement, all the stores had started putting their Halloween decorations out and you wanted to start gathering stuff for the flat.

“Come on Sherlock!” You complained.

“No.” He said sternly.

You stormed in front of him, glaring as he lazily peaked up from his laptop.

“I’m not changing my mind on this.”

“Sherlock it’s not just your flat! It’s mine as well!” You argued.

“And I moved in here first, therefore it is more mine. And I say no.”

You grumbled and grabbed your wallet.

“I’m getting decorations, me and Mrs Hudson will decorate downstairs then.”

With that, you stormed away and slammed the door behind you.

You hated that he always used that argument whenever you wanted to do something he didn’t like. Because he knew you wouldn’t go against it.

Because he was right.

He had been living there longer, and it was more his but it was still yours as well.

You spent the next week slowly picking up things to decorate, storing them in the spare flat downstairs at Mrs Hudson request so she could easily access them.

Sitting on the bed, you looked around plain and simple room.

“Sherlock, why can’t I decorate for Halloween, just for this year.”

“Because I’ve already said no. I do not refuse you much (Y/N), but this is something I refuse.”

“You refuse a lot of stuff asshat.”

“I let you go all out on decorating for Christmas last year. You even moved my experiments and ruined the results, but I still let you carry on.”

You sighed softly and nodded your head.

“I know, and I know you’d been working super hard on them.”

“This is the only thing I will put my foot down on, no Halloween decorations, no parties and I will not be attending any events relating to it, I apologise but I will not budge.”

You sighed again and nodded your head.

Laying your head on his shoulder, you looked at his laptop to see him doing some research on a case he was working on.

Getting bored, you turned the TV on, and started to watch one of the shows you had been watching for a while.

You fell asleep with your head in sherlocks lap while he gently messaged your scalp.

When you woke up Sherlock wasn’t there, but there was a note on his side of the bed along with one of his jumpers.

Picking it up, you took a few moments to finally focus on the words

‘I had a breakthrough on my case. Will be out of town for the day but I have left my bank card in your purse, Mycroft will be down to make sure you’re okay as I will not have cell service. See you tonight.’

You smiled and swapped your top for his jumper and padded your way to the kitchen to make some tea and something to eat.

You didn’t really feel like going outside so you stayed inside and decided to just binge watch some shows.

The door was opened and you looked up.

“Myc?” You called.

“Yes it is me, I have that shopping you requested, however I do think you should stop putting so much sugar in your tea. It isn’t healthy you know.”

You laughed and followed him to the kitchen to help him out some stuff away.

“It makes it easier to drink. I like yea, but it’s bitter.”

“It’s tea, it’s not supposed to be sweet.” He chuckled.

“Nope! But I’m sweet so it’s okay!” You beamed.

You made you and Mycroft some tea and lunch, and you both sat chatting for a little while before an idea popped into your head.

“Can I ask you something?”

“If this is about why Sherlock won’t allow you to put up Halloween decorations I’m afraid it is not my place to say.”

You frowned a little.

“He told you?”

“No, I saw the the decorations downstairs. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together.”

You nodded your head.

“Please Mycroft, he seemed really worked up about it, I know it’s because of something. I need to know, and I know he isn’t going to tell me.”

Mycroft shook his head with a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), but it isn’t my place to tell you.”

“If you don’t I’ll call you parents and ask.”

Mycroft ran a hand down his face and finally he nodded his head.

“Sherlock has never been a huge fan of Halloween, neither of us have, it has always been a rather pointless holiday for us.” He explained.

You nodded along.

“So, what went wrong?”

“We were invited to a Halloween party at a nearby town, our parents thought it would be a good idea for us all to attend. We didn’t dress up, it was a waste of time to us.”

Mycroft took a deep breath before he finally carried on telling the story.

“Well, we weren’t interested in taking time to party over a fake holiday, we were doing our deductions at the back of the ballroom. I left Sherlock alone for a few minutes to go to the bathroom, when I came back Sherlock was soaking wet, covered in rubbish while all the older children laughed at him.”

You felt your heart drop, and you were filled with sadness for the young Sherlock who was an aimless target of mindless bullying.

“I see, he’s scared it’ll happen again.”

“He’ll never admit it, but yes.”

You nodded your head and gave Mycroft a small smile.

“Thank you.”

“No mention of a word I told you.” He warned.

“You have my word Myc.”

Mycroft stayed until the evening, and finally he went home, and you went and curled up into bed.

You watched some TV before you drifted off to sleep, what woke you up was someone lifting your head and getting under the covers with you.

You started to wake up, but when you felt Sherlock place his hand on the side of your face.

“Go back to sleep…” he mumbled.

You gave a weak nod and let him adjust you so he could lay down.

He laid in his back and stared up at the ceiling.

“Sher?” You asked softly.

“Yes?”

“I know why you don’t like Halloween… and I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

You rolled over and opened your eyes to look at him.

“No, but it’s still not nice. And if you don’t want to celebrate Halloween that’s okay.”

Sherlock looked at you.

You had closed your eyes again, and you had a small smile on your face, and it made him smile too.

He watched as you finally fell asleep, and he leant forward and kissed your forehead.

Rolling over, he settled himself to go to sleep, happy you weren’t going to pester him into celebrating the autumn holiday

[notquitecanon]

The Love Hypthetical

For Emergencies Only pt 3

First Prev

Tw: one joke v*mit ment, enough fluff to give you a tooth ache, very melodramatic, matches the vibes of pt 1 better

Beautiful beautiful beautiful boy

There were many mature ways to handle the things that happened. Pretend it never happened, have a mature and earnest conversation, find a new job where you didn’t make out with your boss…. Probably at least a half dozen other perfectly plausible solutions you could come up with if you would give it five minutes of rational thought.

However, rational thought didn’t play well with your current thoughts about Dr. Egan Spengler. Hell, even between your mortification verging on self loathing, you couldn’t help the burning tips of your ears nor the dopey grin that would twist up when you thought about either kiss you shared. Just the very fact there was more than one to think about almost made you forget the scientist had not shown any meaningful interest before or after either kiss, truly hadn’t spent any time with you since before the first one. At the very least, you had stopped attaching meaning to all the little things you used to think might mean he saw you in a different light than he did.

So, to hell with being mature. You not only worked for men who unironically called themselves ‘ghostbusters’ but also had pretended to date the resident reclusive scientist on not one, but two occasions that both resulted in borderline vulgar make out sessions. Mature had plummeted off the Statue of Liberty and sank to the bottom of the bay.

This was all the long winded justification you used to reinforce your quick tempered decision to call in for the next day. Left a voicemail so neither Janine nor Peter could question you too severely. You didn’t think you could face them at work the next day. After all, you doubted you’d get much sleep.

You didn’t sleep. Not a wink. When you closed your eyes, the incident at the club wouldn’t stop looping though your head. And when they were open, it was like the kiss at the firehouse was projected onto your ceiling like a movie with no emergency exits.

And yet when you rolled over and stifled your frustrated groan into your pillow, all your brain could show you were replays of that woman toying with the zipper on Egon’s jumpsuit and snippets of him not so subtlety avoiding and evading you for the past week and a half.

In all your self pity, loathing, and wallowing, you missed the first round of rapt knocks on your door. The second round, however, did pierce through your angst and your pillow. You snapped the pillow to your side, eye brows furrowed as you threw your blankets off- you were uncomfortably warm anyways. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you slid your feet into your favorite fluffy slippers, listening for another moment.

Another round of knocks came as you slowly stood, checking the clock on your night stand- 2:21 AM.

“(Y/N), I heard your voicemail I know your home and my estimation is that your still awake.”

Nope.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to feel childish as you dove back under the covers with a strangled yelp. His deductions be damned. It didn’t matter if it was Egon, a Supreme Court judge, the Queen of England, Jesus, Gozer, or any other God for that matter…

If anyone was to ask, you weren’t home. you were asleep. Better yet both- asleep some where that wasn’t the apartment that Egon was currently standing outside of. You thought holding the blanket over your face.

"(Y/N), I can hear the bed’s springboard from here. These apartments are former tenements with extremely thin walls."

How could you forget that?! You scolded yourself as you went rigidly still- your bed rewarded you with a spiteful squeak. Due to your dangerously thin walls- a fire hazard, honestly- you heard the man sigh.

"I believe its far past time for us to have a conversation," He called through your door and your stomach dropped. Oh God, he was firing you, or worse ,"(Y/N), I understand if you don’t want to engage with me, but I hope you’ll at least listen to me."

It would seem you didn’t have much choice. You peeked your head to from the blanket as Egon paused for a moment, clearly waiting for a response. When he didn’t get one, he continued.

"It appears that we- I- have made a mess things in my endeavor to further understand yours and my own emotions and instincts, " He started, voice uncharacteristically earnest. Slowly, you sat up, letting the blankets pool around your waist. Maybe you weren’t getting fired.

"I have valued intelligence and intellect over all other attributes and values, often because I find that I interact differently with the word than my peers, emote differently… feel differently than my peers. I’ve always known this and never has it truly bothered me, perhaps its the reason I never took time to familiarize myself with certain social rituals." He admitted, for the first time since you’ve known him, struggling to find the right words.

This level of vulnerability, of open honesty, was new- enticing as it was nerve wracking . Egon never lied and was always serious, but that didn’t mean he always showed all his cards. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t help yourself, just as slowly you slipped off the bed, creeping through your bedroom and living room. This time, you carefully and mindfully avoided every squeaky floor board and groaning doorway. As if if he knew you were listening he might withdraw again.

"I didn’t deem them of note, or substance, so when…." Egon trailed off again, his shadow under the door shifted, clearly uncomfortable, nervous you decided "When I met you, despite my extensive knowledge of psychology, none of it prepared me for field experience. None of my theories or hypotheticals had prepared me for when it was me who experienced them."

When he met you? You mouthed the word in repetition, eye brows knitted up, sneaking so close that you could press your cheek to the door, plans splayed beside you turned head, as if sheer proximity would allow the words to soak in.

Judging by his shadow and the volume of his muffled voice, he was just as close, probably having to turn his head so his nose wouldn’t brush the wood.

"So I pulled back to the familiar, observing, hypothesizing, watching how you interacted with me and adjusting my variables accordingly, how I reacted to your actions," Egon paused again to take a deep breath, all this self reflection was taxing, "so much so that sometimes, often times, I forgot to feel and experience them for myself."

He paused for another moment, chuckling lowly, you weren’t sure if it was for your benefit or his, but he tried a joke, "Peter has always said I’m too far in my head, that one day something was going to hit me in the face and I wouldn’t notice it. I never thought that was possible until I met you."

You snickered silently at the joke, leaning more against the door- even without realizing you yearned to be close to him. Another beat of silence- you hadn’t realized how anxious this had made you until in his silence you could hear and feel you heartbeat filling up the pause. So loud you worried Egon could hear it, never the less he continued, his voice softer this time.

"I never envied Venkman’s people skills, or even Ray’s emotional depth… until I met you."

You tried to temper your tiny gasp as more clues fell into place, eyes threatening to get misty. If Egon noticed, he didn’t comment instead sighing again, seeming to steel himself.

"I knew from the moment I met you, I felt differently about you- even beyond the basic biological responses. I’ve tried to keep a scientific mind, but for the first time I couldn’t. And beyond that, I didn’t quite know what to do or how to go about those- these- feelings. I confess, I still don’t."

The went quiet again. You wanted to pry more words out of him to still you shaking hands, brain whirling with all these confessions but he wasn’t done. You were surprised you could still hear him over the your pounding heart that had somehow taken residence in you chest, throat, ears, stomach as well as other places simultaneously.

"I have come to realize why- why I enjoy physical contact with you when it irks me from others, why I worked my schedule around spending time with you, why I appreciate when you go out of your way for me or wait to eat with me, why I didn’t want to pretend to be your partner." He listed, you could almost hear the soft smile in his voice. He paused one last time.

"(Y/N), I-"

You couldn’t bear it any longer. The butterflies in your stomach had undergone evolution or maybe mutation- you weren’t quiet sure the scientific term, maybe you’d ask Egon later. At the very least, they all learned a unanimous Irish gig to stomp around with. Your palms were sweaty against the splintering wood, stomach doing flips, knees jelly, head spinning and racing- if you didn’t see him right that moment, you very well might exploded, or on a lesser scale at least throw up.

So, you swung the door open with such force that you almost fell over trying to land yourself back in front of him. Egon had startled at the sudden action, wide eyed and breathless as he took in your sudden appearance. You noticed he wasn’t in his jumpsuit from earlier, instead he had traded it out for his typical day wear despite it being well into the early hours of the morning. Though, he wasn’t wearing his coat- uncharacteristic of him to not be prepared, had his decision to come here been so hasty?

With the same scrutiny, he observed your matching satin pajamas (a self indulgent choice on your part for your planned night of wallowing), unable to stop the slight smirk at your fluffy slipper clad feet.

So consumed in the overwhelming urge to see him, you hadn’t spared a thought to what you might say after his very well executed admission. And now, without the door separating you, you stood so close that even looking up at him it was through your lashes. All you managed was little more than a whisper, barely a squeak, "…Hi."

Almost as mindlessly, with an out of character grin goofy, he responded in his deep baritone, "Hello."

His own voice seemed to remind him while he was here, he nodded mostly to himself as he took a deep breath, holding your gaze.

"After months, I’ve come to the conclusion that I am in love with you."

You felt jubilant- and maybe a bit faint- so you braced yourself against the door frame as you smiled up at him. He was watching you with wide eyes, arched brows, chin dipped down to meet your face. For once, unsure of himself.

"And if my hypothesis is correct…" He trailed off, nodding down to you, "(Y/N), can I kiss you?"

Maybe it was the sleep deprivation or perhaps the week a half of self doubt you’d put yourself through, but despite the confession- reassuring your feelings had always been reciprocated- you couldn’t stop the crinkle of your eyebrows. Both of your other kisses had a purpose, a reason… an act to hold up. But now that no one was watching, you couldn’t stifle the question that slipped from your lips.

"What for?"

Egon’s own eyebrow broke their arch to furrow before he caught your meaning. He was sincere as he used the tips of his fingers to brush yours.

"Well, my theory is that if I love you, and you feel the same way-"

"I do." You didn’t mean to say it out loud, especially accompanied by the frantic nodding, so you tried to recover by adding a slightly less chaotic, "feel the same way, that is."

Egon just smiled again, comparing his long fingers to you smaller ones before lacing them as he continued his theory.

"-Then I don’t require a reason to want to kiss you. Provided of course-"

You couldn’t help it, you cut him off again- a rather rude habit you were developing. It didn’t matter, he loved you. This time you interrupted by pulling his lips quickly down to yours as you tugged him inside, he just barely managed to push the door shut before you had all but collapsed the to of you onto your couch- all the while managing not to separate, brilliant teamwork if you did say so yourself.

While your lips moved in tandem, hands were wandering, exploring each other- hair, faces,shoulders, back, waist legs… This kiss, not for anyone else’s eyes, was solely for the two of you. Fingers tangled in his surprisingly soft curls, you repeated your earlier discovery, tugging on the longer bits to further deepen the kiss. Once again, he groaned, almost a growl you realized, audible this time without music blaring to drown it out. It was one thing to feel the reverberation but In combination with the delicious sound the scientist made….

It lit a fire in you, made you greedy- you wanted to pull more of those sounds from him just to see if you could. With your newfound greed, you decided that you werne’t near close enough- despite having his tongue in your mouth. So you pulled yourself from between his legs to be all but on top of him, knees straddling his waist, so he had to tip his head back and you, yours, downward.

At this position, Egon had little choice but to rest hands on your waist so you didn’t topple the two of you over. He wasn’t quite sure he trusted the structural integrity of your sofa. Your hands, however, had the freedom to wander- nails trailing across his scalp, down his neck, across his broad shoulders, and then back around to hold his face.

After finding proper balance, he allowed his hands to trail almost devastatingly slowly from your waist down your sides before landing on the plush back side of your thighs. You gasped at the sudden squeeze of the tender flesh.

Egon grinned against your lip, delighted with that new discovery but decided that compared to your rapid heartbeat that you weren’t getting nearly enough oxygen, so he took the opportunity to pull away- chuckling when you pouted and collapsed back on the sofa.

As usual, he gave you is signature look of observation- noting your kiss swollen lips, flush face, heaving chest, clothes askew. His eyes were dark, appreciative yet still soft. Carefully- amusing since he had just made out with you for the third time- he took you hands in his, pressing a gentle, chaste kiss across your knuckles as you just stared back at him starry eyed.

“(Y/N), I have no use for any more games or false pretenses. I have a lot to learn about romantic pursuits, but it was you who made me want- crave- that knowledge. If you’ll have me, of course.”

He made it sound like such a burden, you giggled, scooting a little closer again so you could press a much more calm kiss to his cheek before resting your forehead against his. His glasses pressed uncomfortably into your face which only made you smile more, “Egon, I’ve liked you since I met you and after that first kiss, I’m pretty sure I went head over heels”

You pulled back pretending to think about it for a moment, “which, I believe, with both our feelings reciprocated and acknowledged, officially labels us an ‘item’ as they say.”

The scientist nodded for a moment as if mentally going through his checklist before oh so seriously answering, “I concur.”

“In that case,” you started rather innocently, smoothing over the wrinkles your desperate wandering hands had put into his shirt earlier, “There are many things we could do for no other reason than we just because we want to. And considering I’ve already called in to work tomorrow and you’re my boss…”

You trailed off again smiling as he chuckled, pretending to think over the offer before startling you, quickly pulling you to your feet, leading you off back towards your bedroom with a mischievous grin.

“I concur.”

___

And fin, a trilogy complete. Just two idiots in love who can make out whenever they want

Anyways tagging ppl I think care: @thegeekisheere @maraudermap000 @mzing14 @fanfictionedagain @egonspenglersweetie @nadja-antipaxos @egon-spenglers-glasses @twinkiethievery @enbyoddity

[moemoemammon]

MC is Sick?!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

A little late to notice that you’re sick. He’s been so busy lately that he can’t watch you as carefully as he’d like to, so he apologizes for not catching on sooner.

But now that it’s been brought to his attention, Lucifer is all over it. You’re excused from your classes and sent to your room for bedrest while he tends to everything else. He’s rarely the one to bring you your medicine or meals, to his dismay, but his busy schedule just won’t allow it. 

If he were able he’d let you stay in his room until you felt better. But for the time being, he’ll have to squeeze in little visits to your room, where he’ll pop in and sit on the edge of your bed, pressing his hand against your forehead and letting it linger on your cheek.

He’ll often come to your room with a record for you to listen to, and he loves talking about the history of the music and the life of the composure. His boring talks put you right to sleep.

“This piece is one of my favorites. The composer went into an illness induced madness when he created the sheet music, and wouldn't eat or sleep for two weeks until it’d been completed. Why, I often listen to it when- Ah, have you fallen asleep?"

Mammon

The first to notice the change in your health. You don’t look so good.. Are you okay? MC?!

Good luck trying to get any rest, because your first man is gonna be popping in and out of your room every five minutes. He’s constantly checking in on you, making sure you’re not too hot or too cold, that you’ve got something to drink, that you ate the soup he left-

Actually, Mammon’s not that bad of a caretaker! He’s a little too attentive, but he clearly knows what he’s doing. Also insists on being the only one that takes care of you until you’re better.

Polices everything you do. You wanna get out of bed? Nope, wait for Mammon. You’re bored? He’ll bring you something to do. Know what, he’s just gonna move into your room for the time being-

“Who told ya to go and get sick? Makin' me worry like this... I'm gonna make sure ya get better in no time, so you'd better be grateful, ya hear? I don't do this for just anybody..."

Levi

No way... You’re sick?! But you guys had plans to watch Magical Ruri Hana together...

Yeah, he’s not the best at caretaking despite watching Cells at Work, but he does know the basics! It kills him to leave his room so frequently, so.. why don’t you just stay in his room? He’ll take care of you there, and the healing waves of Ruri-chan will wash over you and get rid of your illness!

He definitely can’t be your primary caregiver, unless you want to be sick forever. Anime doesn't really imitate real life. Who would've thought?

 But he’s as attentive as he can be, at least! He brings you new DVDs to watch, manga to read, and delicious stacks to try whenever he can! Even if this is all he can do, he wants to make sure you know he’s thinking about you. May or may not also be spam texting you and keeping you awake-

“I brought the audio drama for you to listen to! It's from the TSL live series, where they act out the scenes! You won't have to worry about reading or watching anything, so you can listen to it to sleep. Oh, but I want to hear your opinion on everything! And then you- huh? When will you be able to sleep? Uh..."

Satan

The most knowledgeable when it comes to taking care of human illnesses, but he still fumbles a little. Insists on making an accurate diagnosis of your symptoms, and that takes way longer than the actual treatement,

But once he’s deduced what’s going on, Satan goes all in. You might feel like a guinea pig because of all the weird methods he’s trying on you (may or may not have read a medieval medicine book first), so uhhhhh be patient with him. Now hold still while he puts this onion in your sock-

Not as attentive as the others, but very thorough when he tends to you. And despite all the unorthodox healing methods, you actually recover quickly, by some miracle.

In the quieter moments when all you need is rest, Satan will sit by and quietly read to you until you lull off to sleep, brushing the hair from your face before he leaves.

“Hm... I was sure St. John's Wart would do the trick, but your fever hasn't broken at all? Maybe I ought to try minced garlic and honey next? Or maybe..- Eh? Just normal medicine is fine?"

Asmo

SICK?! No no, this won’t do at all! Asmo doesn’t want to see his darling MC looking so pale and unsightly! It’s off to bed with you now. No, not his bed he loves you but you’ve gotta understand-

Gentle affection is one of Asmo’s selling points, but that doesn’t mean the king of aftercare knows how to treat illnesses. He does however make you extremely comfortable. I’m talking extra fluffy pillows, cold and hot packs where you need them most, careful sponge baths (if you’ll let him), and everything else he can offer to make sure you’re okay.

May or may not show up in a hazmat suit, but don’t worry. The mask is clear so you get a view of his beautiful face! And when he isn’t around to take care of you, he sends pictures of himself to speed up the healing process.

Most likely to ask for help in your care. He tends to forget that you need more than affection and selfies to help you recover-

“Make sure you get better quickly, okay? I'll keep gracing your with my gorgeous face, and that ought to heal you in no time! Oh, maybe an herbal bath will help, too? I'll join you~!"

Beel

Extremely worried the moment you sneeze twice in a row. And when that escalates into a full blown cold, he immediately takes you to your room and cocoons you in every spare blanket he can find.

His care is sloppy, but full of affection. Your bed is a fluffy mess of soft blankets and pillows, and he lingers in your room nearly all day. And naturally, Beel knows you need to eat in order to heal.

You’re never without any food. This man will bring you an entire rotisserie chicken and a quart of orange juice for breakfast do not underestimate him. And if you can’t stomach anything, he’s try for things that’re easier to eat. like soups and broths. Also insists on feeding you himself.

Might also need some help in caring for you. He has good intentions and he’s being as careful with you as can be, but it can’t help to have another set of hands on the job. He wants to make sure you get the best care he can offer.

“Mm... you're not eating a lot today. Hm? You're full? But you only had a shadow hog roast, three sandwiches, and a gallon of juice. Are you sure that's enough? ...Well, maybe you're right. I'll eat what you can't finish, then. Hm? You're worried I'll get sick? It's fine. A human cold wont affect me."

Belphie

He knew something was up when you didn’t get out of bed that morning. Sleeping until 2pm is HIS thing, got it? Just kidding-

Tries not to show it, but this man is so worried that he can’t even sleep. BELPHEGOR, the Avatar of Sloth, is suffering from insomnia. 

He isn’t really the best at taking care of other people, but he knows that plenty of rest can only do you good. Belphie climbs into your bed and resigns himself to staying there until you heal. Somehow, having him around makes your sleep even deeper, so you always wake up feeling a little more rested than before.

Not so great at remembering when to bring you medicine and stuff, so the help of the others is a given. But despite that, you find yourself comfortable in every position you shift into. Belphie knows a thing or two about resting peacefully, so he’s got an eye for helping you with that.

“Are you feeling a little better today? ...Good. You were tossing and turning in your sleep, so I got you that ice pack. It look like your fever finally broke, so that means I can rest easy now.. goodnight......"

[posies4rosie]

Tamed (Shapeshifter!Seulgi x Reader)

Synopsis: you befriended the owl that visited you at night, but nope, you didn’t expect to learn that she was actually a shapeshifter.

Includes: absolutely no dialog; awkward interactions with a bird; a wounded bird faceplanting on your bedroom floor; (prolly incorrect) first aid performed on a bird; a word that turned out to be a WoW reference; evil cousins; there’s only one bed; etc

Word count: 1400+

A/N: been toying with the idea of an owl Seulgi since the drop of Feel My Rhythm mv. some inspo struck and I had to get it out of my system so, here’s this rushed weird fic thing as a result. will probably attempt to edit this in the future, I think.

As usual, thank you for reading <3

Feel My Rhythm SOTY probably. also who woulda thought Seulgi and a strawberry would be this deadly a combo??

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The owl perched on your windowsill one autumn night.

It was a magnificent creature, unlike any owl you’ve ever seen.

Its feathers had a greenish hue, dotted with flecks of white. Crown-like feathers adorned the top of its head, giving it a regal aura.

You remembered the first time it happened, finding it trilling curiously as you got ready for bed, startling you.

You tried to shoo it away so you could close the window, but it only tilted its head and looked at you with what seemed to be amusement.

As if an owl could feel amused.

Defeated, you gave up and crawled into bed, hoping that your blankets would keep the autumn chill away.

You found that your windows were closed the next morning. Thinking what happened to be some sort of weird dream, you shrugged it off and continued your day like nothing had happened.

===

The owl visited you that night again, watching you as you approached it with caution.

Knowing that trying to shoo it away wouldn’t do anything, instead you did the next logical thing- you tried to pet it.

To your surprise, the owl actually looked like it enjoyed your tentative strokes, leaning into them as if it was some sort of feline.

You’d say you found a new friend after that night, as the owl would occasionally visit you most nights before you went to bed, letting you scritch and ruffle some of its feathers before playfully nipping at your fingers.

What’s strange about it, was that your window would always be closed when you woke up in the morning. Even though you left it open during the night, falling asleep with the owl’s round, golden eyes watching over you.

===

The owl hadn’t visited you for almost a week, and as much as you tried to dismiss the thought, you were still worried.

You’d leave your window open, hoping that it would visit you again, but your window would still remain open as you woke up from your slumber.

However, everything changed for you one night.

It wasn’t bedtime yet, you were getting some work done at your desk when you heard the trill of a bird outside your window, it was one you were very familiar with.

Throwing down your pen, you rushed over to see the owl landing on your windowsill, but it wobbled over and fell on your floor as it did.

Unsure what happened, you scooped it up gently and put it on your bed, then you saw the issue- the owl was hurt.

Some of the blood stained your sheets, planting red flowers in the fabric.

Alarmed by this revelation, you carried it to your bathroom and set it gently in the sink. Rummaging through your cabinet, you found your first aid kit and started to get down to business.

===

You found some wounds on its wings, there were also a couple of them scattered all over its body. Just what happened to this creature?

You held up a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, and explained what it does to the owl. It felt silly, talking to an animal, but you were probably trying to boost your own confidence in doing so, since you were going to perform first aid on a living being that wasn’t yourself.

Its eyes regarded you sternly, as if understanding your words. You held the handle of your toothbrush to its beak, hoping that it would clamp on it, and praying that it wouldn’t try to gouge your eyes out when the pain kicked in.

It seemed to understand your message. It opened its beak, allowing you to slip the handle horizontally into its mouth, shutting them again with a “click” over the plastic, you hoped that it would suffice.

As you cleaned its wounds, it thrashed, but stayed as still as possible. If you weren’t mistaken, the owl knew that you were trying to help, and tried to make your job as smooth as possible.

After cleaning, you applied some ointment onto the wounds and threw the broken toothbrush in the trash. Because the wounds looked like they stopped bleeding, you decided against wrapping them up, not knowing if bandages could affect the bird’s movements.

Putting the first aid kit back, you carried the owl over to your bed and set it down on your pillow. Too tired to change the sheets, you made a mental note to do it the next day.

You also decided to leave the window open, in case the owl wanted to leave in the middle of the night.

Saying good night to the owl, you fell asleep as soon as you crawled under your blanket.

===

You woke with a start.

The first thing you did was to look at the window, it was open, meaning the owl didn’t leave while you were sleeping.

While that thought sank in, you were suddenly acutely aware how crowded and warm your bed had become.

Looking to your side, you let out a surprised yelp.

Instead of an owl, you saw a human girl in its place. She had raven colored hair, and a light splash of freckles on her cheeks, only visible in the bright morning sun. She was beautiful.

You were also aware of the fact that she was very, utterly naked.

Ignoring your burning cheeks, you saw that she had some cuts over her arms and torso, locations similar to the places where you treated the owl last night.

Your mind was filled with so many questions.

The noises you made must have woken her up, she groaned and stirred. Doing the only thing you could think of, you fled to the bathroom, thinking you’d be more able to handle such a bizarre situation after you finished your morning routine.

===

You heard the curse through your bathroom door, at least you knew she could talk. You hoped that when you got out she’d still be there, instead of fleeing out your window.

You finished up your things. Steeling yourself, you opened the bathroom door.

Thankfully, the girl was there, and she was awake, startled by the sound of the door opening. She covered herself with your blanket, aware of her state of undress.

You cleared your throat.

After an awkward exchange, you learned more about the mystery girl and her origins.

Her name was Kang Seulgi, and she came from a family of shapeshifters.

Younglings could shift into any animal they wanted until they reached adulthood, where their final animal form -or soulshape- would appear, and they’d be stuck with that animal for life.

For Seulgi, her soulshape was an owl. Aside from it being a truly rare soulshape to begin with, it was also seen as a bad omen to her people, so she was kicked out. She was allowed to visit her family once every year, on the day of her birthday, but the rest of the days she needed to fend on her own.

She had taken a habit of watching people going about their days, and she’d taken interest in you. Especially when you first reacted strongly to seeing an owl at your window that first night.

Every time after you fell asleep, she’d make sure your windows were closed before flying off into the night, not wanting you to catch a cold from the unforgiving winds the weather had in store.

She enjoyed your company (and your scritches), hoping that she could meet and introduce herself to you properly one day.

But apparently, fate had other plans.

Seulgi’s cousins were very powerful shapeshifters. Power hungry and ruthless, they wished to expand their territory to the ones of normal humans. And they found a suitable target to begin their conquest with: you.

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Hearing about her cousins’ plans, Seulgi tried to stop them. And she did so with tradition: by challenging each of them to one on one combat. If the challenger wins, the challenged would need to obey the wishes they had offered; if the challenger loses, the challenged were allowed to kill them for their weakness in battle.

She succeeded in the end, baffling her people by beating every single one of them up while possessing the power of a mere owl. But of course, she didn’t do so unscathed.

Knowing what she had done to protect you, you surged forward to give the girl a hug, thanking her for everything. To repay her, you offered that she stayed at your place, if she didn’t mind the one bed of course.

With burning cheeks, she agreed.