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mysicklove · 7 months

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𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄

DAY 10: SOMINOPHILIA

With: Levi Ackerman

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: gn! reader, sub! levi, nightmares + insomnia mentioned, oral (m! receiving), handjob in dreams, implied age gap, set in around season 2 timeline? im kinda forgetting which season erwin was in... kissing..lots of kissing, reader being puppy coded and levi is sick in love

A/N: sorry this is late!!!! i hope this also isnt too confusing considering it switches back and forth between his dream and irl. idk. also title is named after a song by The Mamas and The Papas that i LOVEEEE

Levi Ackerman finds himself plagued with nightmares. It was always like that though, since he could remember at least. Three to four nights a week he awakes in the middle of night dripping with sweat with his heart nearly beating out of his chest. He has grown used to the lack of sleep by now, it barely bugs him anymore.

That is, until he found someone to share his bed with.

You were his light, as dramatic and sappy as it sounds, and something he will never admit out loud. But it was true, finally in this dim world he finds himself in, you came crashing in, brighter than the sun. He had fallen for you in record time, and you, drawn to his stoic and feisty aura, came tumbling down after him.

It's been a year now since you've gotten together, and Levi swears the nightmares are getting less frequent.

Well, at least in the nights where you lay beside him. The nights where you hold him, and he has easier access to your heartbeat. The steady rhythm of your chest rising and falling. Alive.

He doesn't go into too much depth about the nightmares, but you know the general scene of them, usually relating back to his comrades deaths. He has mentioned that the recent ones involve you, and it makes your heart crumble for your beloved each time his voice cracks through the explanation. You don’t press too much on the matter – the nights he wakes up in a cold sweat, you are there to ease him back to sleep, reassuring that you and he are safe. He almost gets a full night of sleep with you around.

But alas, you aren’t all sunshine and rainbows, and neither is he. Nope, you happen to be one of the most erotic people have ever met (though, he hasn’t met many). A sick brat is what he calls you, or sometimes a disgusting pervert, if he’s feeling extra grumpy. The nicknames fly past your head, as you pepper his face with kisses. It was all in good spirit, is what you remind yourself at least.

“Soooo, Hange recommended–”

“No.”

You pout at the man, pulling away from his chest to glare at him. “You didnt even let me finish my sentence.”

His cold face doesnt let up, even if his eyes hold a playful light to them. “I am smart enough to recognize that anything having to do with Hange is a bad idea.”

You playfully hit his chest, and the man raises his eyebrows at you. A smile pulls at your lips, and Levi cant help but stare whimsically at you. It was unfair, really. “Fine, get on with it, brat.”

“How would you feel if I woke you up with a blow job?” His reaction is immediate, first shock, and then as a couple seconds go by he seems to be much more inclined to agree, but then finally settles on an scowl.

“Why were you talking to Hange about these things?”

You cock your head to the side, tapping on your chin. “Well, I mentioned that your nightmares have started again, and they told me that oral sex helps stop them. Something neurologically with your dick and brain? I don't know.”

He stares at you for a couple of seconds, bewildered at your explanation. But, he realizes quickly what is up, and he immediately pinches the bridge of his nose with a long sigh. “They are fucking with you, idiot. Just trying to get me laid. Hange has always been like that.”

Your face falls at the words, and Levi swears you managed to master the kicked puppy look. He grabs your hands and pulls you back onto his chest, rolling his eyes when you hum into his skin. The warmth brought him comfort, and he finds himself more at peace. “I mean…It won't help with the nightmares, but who would turn down waking up to a blowjob?” Levi mumbles into your hair, while rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

You twist to look up at him, the familiar grin back on your face. “Yeah?”

He scoffs at you, an embaressed blush coating his cheeks. “Just dont wake me up early, alright. Just gonna piss me off.”

He swears he can see you wagging a tail. “Of course, Captain!”

Two weeks have gone by, and Levi has not woken up to your face anywhere near his dick. He has awoke to kisses along his cheeks, and neck, but that wasnt new, you were always disgustingly affectionate in your half awake state. He holds a content (half) smile for about ten seconds as he shuts the door of your room, only for it to drop when he sees Hange.

He wasnt the one to complain though, maybe you were just teasing him. You always did like to press his buttons. He wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of knowing he wants it. So, the dark haired man continues on, nightmares and all, through the weeks.

By the time a month came passing by, he knows that you forgot all about your stupid little promise – your stupid naive words that only worked to piss him off. He glared at you from across the halls for a whole week – never daring to actually show you real signs that he was upset. But after you accidentally caught him frowning at you from across the training grounds, he was immediately dragged back your shared rooms, and fucked lovingly, as you apolgized for everything you could think of that would piss the man off.

You didnt mention the blowjob, but Levi was content with the disheveled hair, and the hickeys and bite marks littering his body, so he forgives you.

He forgets about the blowjob after two months. You were more horny than usual, so the two of you were at it multiple times a week. He would end up too exhausted to hold any real dreams, including his nightmares.

Levi was okay with it.

9 am. Levi, for the first time ever, was oversleeping. Of course when you woke up at 8 am, on your day off from training, and found your lover by your side, you couldnt help but be shocked. He was usually gone by 5 am to get to training.

But you heard him woke up multiple times in the middle of the night. The nightmares were back. His shaky hands wrapped around you, and he panted into your neck, trembling like you've never seen before. You don't know what triggered it, but Levi seemed to have a really bad night.

He deserves to sleep in. So, at fifteen past 8, you scamper to Erwins office and beg the commander for Levi to have a day off. He always did have a soft spot for you. For one, you brought happiness to humanities strongest, and also because his friend silently threatened him death if he was to mistreat you. Erwin agreed without much hesitation.

You crawl into bed next to your lover, and begin to trace his content face. At least the nightmares were gone for the night.

Then, the realization hits you. This was the perfect time for you to finally do as promised.

You waited months because you wanted Levi to forget about your words. Of course, you assumed he forgot them after a couple of days, paying no attention to your promise, but you waited it out just in case.

And now, the both of you dont have any plans today. A once in a lifetime experience, it has got to be.

So with one more glance at your lover, you kiss his cheek, hold back a small giggle, and slowly remove the blanket from his lap. Then, you slide yourself down on the bed, and carefully manevuer yourself in between his legs. He doesnt sleep with much attire, growing hot in the night. Plus with the addition of the cold sweat he often finds himself in, he learns that going next to bare was easier.

You pull down his boxers, and are immediately exposed to a dark patch of hair. It's trimmed properly, but he prefers to have a little hair down their over being completely shaven. Something on the lines of protecting his dick from germs or whatnot. You dont listen to the details, only thinking about how hot it is.

The boxers make it past his thighs, and you glance back up at the man. He doesn't even seem to flinch when the cool air comes into contact with his skin. He snoozes peacefully into the pillow, his dark hair covering his eyes.

His dick lays limp against his leg, and you pick it up slowly, careful to not wake him up. You run your fingers over it a couple of times, and then, holding the back of it with your fingers to support it, you run your tongue from bottom to top of the length.

Levi doesn't move. You take that as a sigh to continue.

Another stripe of the tongue, and then two more, and nothing happens. You grow bolder by the moment. You place his still soft cock into your mouth, and this time you do hear a reaction. Its a quiet sigh, but it was something. His eyes still remain shut.

Slowly, you begin to suckle on the tip, finding it easier to fit it in your mouth while soft. Your tongue roams the shaft, and you press sloppy, wet kisses to his veins. Blood rushes to his cock unconsciously, and Levi still has not stirred, even with his cock now hard. You chuckle with amusement, but dont stop your movements, now dragging your hands along his thighs to appreciate his body.

Levi was having a good dream. It wasnt like the past couple of nightmares, no, this one seemed to have a light hue. It was just the two of you, laying with your backs against grass. A open field, far away from everyone, and not a threat in sight. Titans were gone.

A peaceful world for the two of you. A world Levi craved.

His hands trace your face, and he stares at you, admiring every crease and divot of your skin. You slide your way over toward him, leaning forward to kiss him. “I love you.”

He hums, eyes falling shut, as he wraps his arms around your body. “Yeah, yeah. Love ya too, brat.”

You giggle at him, and suddenly the smile on your face shifts. It turns soft, the tips of your mouth curling up in an almost feline way, while you eyes become hooded. He watches you lean forward and press your lips to his. The man doesnt stop you, gently kissing you back while your tongue slips into his mouth. Levi gulps when your hands trace down to his pants, and he quickly looks around the meadow, afraid to discover an unwelcomed guest. Of course there was nobody, it was a dream, not a nightmare. Your hand slips into his pants, and Levi’s back arches in the grass.

He twitches in his sleep and you smile fondly at the man. The tip of his cock rest against your cheek, as you admire him for a second too long, only to be rewarded with jolt of his hips from the source unknown, sending it slapping across your face. You hold back a laugh, and then grab at it again, mumbling out a, “Even a brat in your sleep, huh Captain?”

You lean forward and wrap your lips around him again.

“D-Don't stop!” Levi groans out, hands clutching at your shirt while he squeezes his eyes shut. It doesn't stop the sun from getting past his eyelids, so he moves closer to you to hopefully block it out. You press your lips to his neck, nibbling at the space just beneath his ears.

“Would never,” You purr, and the man glances at your hand. His pants are pulled down completely now, and your pace was rutheless in its up and down motions. It sends him shivering, and covering his face with the back of his arm. He breathes through clenched teeth, and tries his best not to let out a whimper. The man hears your giggle, and before he could stop himself, the whine slips out.

The first noise of the morning was a low whimper. Not much, but definitely there, and unbelievably cute. You grip at his hips and try to take him deeper, but his hips thrusts back into your mouth with another paired whine. Your eyes widen, and you gag out at the unexpected movement, having to pull away to catch your breath. His dark hair whips back and forth, and he continues to make low mewling noises. “Huh, and you call me the pervert. What are you dreaming about, pretty?”

Levi moans into your mouth, wrapping his arms around your neck. His hips buck up into your hands, and you playfully bite his lip, earning a dramatic grunt in complaint. He grips your hair and pulls you back to his lips before you try and let out another teasing remark. Precum leaks onto your hand, and he swears that it provides more of the makeshift lube then usual. Your hand feels better than normal, strangely damp, and so warm. Did handjobs always feel this good?

He can feel his high approaching and his breaths come out quicker. “Gonna..cum. Fuck!”

You detach yourself from his lips. “No, no, no! Not yet!” You tease, voice light and almost giggly. It wasn't the first time you denied him of his release, but it was rare. You always di did pamper him.

The man scowls at you, borderline on the cusp of baring his teeth. “Why?” He demands, short and simple, but shows exactly how peeved he is. Levi is more than surprised to feel that you didn't squeeze his cock in warning. No, still the warm, tight feeling, that does not make any sense to him.

“Can you do something for me first?”

A demand from you? Unheard of. “Get on with it, I-Im close”

Your hand movements become louder and louder, and it shouldn't sound like that. It's so lewd, and the squelching noise are never that loud.

You press you lips to his ear, and a shiver runs down his spine at your breath, which is strangely cooler than usual. “Wake up, Captain.”

His eyes snap open immediately and he pants into the dark room. Levi hears it first, before he feels it. A loud slurping sort of noise, and the man feels his cock trapped between something warm, wet.

A throat. Not a hand.

He is quick to manevour himself to hold his weight on his elbows, and glances down at you, breaths coming out shallow and quick. You smile when you catch his eye, and for a second you pull away from him. You pepper his length down with kisses. “Well, well, good morning, sleepy head,” You mumble, letting another swipe of your tongue graze his thick blue vein. Then, with little hesitation, you dive back onto his cock, taking it as far as you can into your mouth.

“What are you–Fuck!” His legs instinctually bend outward, and his back arches. His head was still foggy in his half sleepen state. Was that all a dream? Was this real? He grips onto your hair, and does his best not to force you deeper onto his cock.

Levi could feel his orgasm approaching and rapidly, same as the dream. But this time it was real, and by god did it feel that way. His hips buck into your mouth and he lets out loud moans, tucking his face into the pillow to try and muffle them.

He tries to ask for permission again to cum again, hoping that this time real you wouldnt lead him on. It comes out more as a command, but you just roll your eyes with a smile, the giggle in the back of your throat sending him spiral.

“Cumming. Oh god. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He chants, and your eyes widen in shock, but you don't pull away from his cock. He was never the one to be polite in bed, the little brat was always barking commands and half hearted complaints. He must be really enjoying this treat if he was to thank you.

You dont have time to dwell on it much, because he forces your head lower onto his cock and cums into your mouth. You wince at the taste, but bear no mind to it as you watch your lover unravel. His back still continues to arch (which you will never get over) while his eyes are shut. The noises he lets out are soft, more of a mewl and a groan, but adorable nonetheless. His whole body trembles and his legs lay out wide, shaking under the force of the orgasm.

You pull away when he is done, and wipe your lips with the back of your hand. “Taste perfect as usual. Always so good on your diet!”

He rolls his eye at you, but it doesn't hold much bite considering that the man seemed to be basking in the post orgasm glow. “You are gross. I know that shit tastes bad.”

“Nope! Anything that the Captian makes is amazing”

He throws a pillow at your face, and you pout at him, a dramatic whine slipping past your lips. “Don't call me that, I am not even your Captain anymore, brat. And stop pouting!” He demands, pulling up his boxers before letting out a big stretch.

“Why are you so mean to me?” You complain, crawling forward to lay on his chest. “After I gave you head too!”

The frown does not drop from his face, but he does trace his fingers along your face. A silent token of affection that you purr into. “Took ya long enough. Thought you forgot about it.”

You fake hurt, taking in a dramatic breath. “Of course not! I would never lie to you.” The words are light, and holds a smile in them. “And hey, dont you think you are a little spoiled? Complaining that you got a blowjob too late.”

Levi doesnt even seem to react, his facial expression remaining neutral, and his words flat. “No ‘m not. Said thank you and everything.”

To this, you do nod, practically vibrating with affection to give. It was too hard to really be upset with him. “Super polite of you! I was so impressed!”

This does make him roll his eyes. “You really think low of me, huh?”

You poke at his cheek with a smile plastered on your face. “Aww cmon dont be dramatic again. You know I dont. Oh! Also, did it help with the nightmares?” You tease, knowing exactly what type of dream he really was having. “You sounded very….Scared in your dream.”

He seems to flush red, but alas, Levi was never the one to be on the losing foot. “....Yes. Seems like you are going to have to do this for me everyday. To stop the nightmares.”

You burst out laughing, and fail to see the small grin that creeps up the dark haired man's face.

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crazy4nika · 7 days

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just enough

warnings: nightmares and paige being annoying but thats lowkey it this ones kinda cute

request: hi!!! i loved you nika headcannons. would you be open to writing about her? i rlly feel like you’re hc abt her match up so well

nika mühl x reader

the warmth of my blankets encompassed me in, the weight of the soft fabric holding me down. i don’t really know how i was still awake, considering it was almost 1 a.m.

its not like i was staying awake, i was actually trying to sleep.

my room was small, but comfy. the only light was a streetlight gleaming through the window. it had one bed, a nightstand and, a dresser. a uconn ncaa banner was pitched above the bed. my dorm-room was surprisingly quiet, the only sound being a small floor fans whirring.

the silence was interrupted was a quiet jingle from the door handle. the metal clicked and the door creaked open, and a tall brunette girl poked her head in. “hey niks. couldn’t sleep again?”

“how’d you know?” she spoke sarcastically, shrugging while she walked in. the door closed quietly behind her. sometimes when nika can’t sleep, she finds her way into my room. after what was probably the 20th time this happened, i gave her an extra key so i didn’t have to get up to let her in.

i scooted closer to the wall to make space as she stumbled her way over. nika lifted the covers up and slipped under them, instantly moving closer to me. she gave me a quick smile before rolling over, facing away. “thanks. for you know. this?”

“yeah… i don’t mind,” i traced little shapes on her back while we talked. i drew a dog and a house and two girl standing outside of it before she moved. nika sunk further into the bed, “i was kind of worried you would.”

“why would it bother me? its really nice when you’re here.” she giggled before turning back towards me, making eye contact in the dark. “do you really think i would give you a key if it bothered me?”

she had really nice eyes, and they were looking right in mine. and the way she talked was so perfect, “i guess i never thought about it that way.” she blinked and it broke me out if my trance, but i was pulled back in the second i could see them again. the chocolate brown swirled around, darker on the inside and lighter on the outside. it had such a sweet look to it and the colour highlighted her face.

nika sighed and then we just layed there in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. nothing needed to be said. the presence of each other being there was just enough.

but i had to break it. i don’t really know why. “are you sure your doing okay?”

she seemed taken aback, her eyes loosing the happiness they had seconds prior to my words. “i- why wouldn’t i be?” she was laying so close to me that i could feel her breath shaking while she spoke, a nervousness coating her expressions.

“niks, i’m just worried about your sleep and stuff. you come in here saying that you cant sleep more often then not,” she pulled the covers slightly closer, twisting the edge lightly with her fingers. “and theres nothing wrong with you coming in here, but is something keeping you up at night?”

“its not like its important or anything.”

“yes it is.”

even though she was laying down she still crossed her arms and gave me a you should be quiet look. “why?”

“because your important. and i care.” a strand of hair fell in front of her face and she blew at it to try and get rid of it, but it kept ended up right back in her face. frustration grew over her face. after she started mumbling swears at it, i tucked it behind her ear.

“why do you care?” she spat, calmness buried underneath her mean tone.

“i don’t know, why are you interrogating me now?”

“you know i didn’t come here for a heart to heart. i came here to sleep.”

“i guess we don’t always get what we want.”

she took in a deep breath, “i’ve been have these nightmares, where i cant do anything right. and coach gets mad at me, then the rest of the team follows,”

“and nobody will talk to me, because i keep messing the plays up. not even you will talk to me.”

“and it gets to the point where nobody will look at me, because they’re ashamed for me. or at me, i’m not really sure. and in the end, i just stop loving basketball.” her voice cracks with those last words and it breaks my heart. and as the tears she was holding back slowly make their way over her waterline and onto her face, i pull her into a hug.

her voice was all squeaky and wobbly, “i just don’t want to be a failure.” nikas face was pressed against my chest, a wet spot appearing on my t-shirt.

“no. look at me,”

nika peered up at me, eyes still glossy with tears. “you are not a failure. you never will be, okay? we all love you so much. i love you so much.”

“yeah.” she sniffled out. my hand held her head close the myself, playing with her hair. my other hand scratched her back, trailing under her shirt slightly.

she wiped her tears with her sleeve before cuddling back in, “your a good friend.” she mumbled into the crook of my neck, her lips brushing lightly over my skin as she spoke.

she was still there when i woke up, snoring lightly. her leg was thrown over me and her arms were still wrapped around my waist. nika was practically a koala, but i didn’t mind.

i was just glad she was there.

most if the time when she came in the night, we wouldn’t talk at all and she would be gone by the time i was awake. usually i was asleep when she got there too. sometimes i didn’t even know she was in my room until she mentions it sometime during the day.

i trusted her, entirely.

it didn’t matter to me if she came in and out throughout the night and the morning.

after awhile, we just stopped talking about it. if she was there, then cool. we didn’t need to have a conversation about why.

im not sure what was different about last night and this morning. but i liked it. i liked talking to her, and i liked having her with me.

she was a cute sleeper too. her messy hair still looked perfect. i could just lay there forever, it was peaceful. but we weren’t going to, because nika woke up. she yawned and stretched her arms up, nudging me in the face with one. “g’morning.”

she peeled herself off of me, smiling up. “good morning. whats the time?”

i shrugged, “i dunno.”

nika got out of the bed, grabbing my hands and pulling me up with her. she didn’t let go when she started to talk, “hey, I’m sorry about last night.”

i smiled at her, it was more of a sad smile though. my thumb traced over her hand, “don’t be. everybody needs somebody.”

she squeezed both of my hands before pulling me into a hug, pressing a quick kiss to the side of my head. “no, i- you said you loved me, and i didn’t say it back. so i’m sorry about that.”

“its fine.”

she spoke quietly, almost like a whisper, “i do love you too, by the way.” she smiled.

i held her face in my hands, “good.” i pressed a light kiss to her chin. “you better love me.”

god, her smile was perfect too. she giggled and smiled again. “ill see you at practice?”

“three hours mühl. trust me, ill be there.” she pulled me into a hug, patting my back.

she pulled away, heading towards the door. “bye bye!”

i walked into practice with my bag slung over my shoulder, barely awake.

i had fallen asleep again after nika had left, only waking up because paige barged into my room, woke me up by scaring me, then still made fun of my scream.

then she forced me to make her waffles, then complained that i had no butter. like…?

i held my head in my hands, rubbing my temples. “p be quiet, for one second please?”

“but-”

“paige. shh.” i took a sip of water and began walking towards the court, not realizing she was multiple steps behind me. at that point, it was too late.

she ran at me and jumped onto my back which sent up both onto the floor, laughing hysterically. i was curled into a ball holding my stomach because it was so funny it hurt. “paige, why?” i laughed out, hitting her over the head for payback.

“oh you did not”

she shot onto her feet and grabbed me, hoisting me onto my feet. i wiggled out of her grip and started to run away, laughing at her as she chased after.

i ran into a brunette girl, grabbing her shoulders in putting her between me and paige. “help! nika, help me please.”

“what did you do?”

i wheezed as i spoke because i was out if breath. “i-”

the blonde girl cut me off, “she hit me.”

“you practically tackled me!”

paige smirked before running around nika towards me, hitting me over the head. she laughed as she ran away, “paige! i’m done.” i spoke as i lied on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

nika leaned above me, shaking her head while smiling, “get up,” she spoke, dragging out her words.

i groaned and rolled over onto my stomach, ignoring her.

her hands wrapped around my waist, trying to pull me onto my feet. “put me down. its colder on the floor.”

“no.”

once my feet were on the ground, i turned around to face her. i didn’t realize how close she was, because our faces were an inch apart. “not so bad up here, huh?”

“its horrible. i’m getting water.”

she snickered as i walked away, finding paige again. i walked over to the benches, grabbing my water from my bag.

“hm. look what the cat dragged in”

i turned to face the girl, “paige. what?” i sighed, “what are you talking about?”

“nevermind. i have a question.” the blonde sat down next to me, leaning to whisper into my ear, “what up with you and niks?”

“nothing! what?”

“you know what i mean,” she wiggled her eyebrows at me, “i mean she totally likes you.”

“first of all, shes just my friend and my teammate. second of all, this is very random.”

she stood up, putting her hands on her hips. “it would be cute.”

“i guess.”

paige made an explosion sound and motion with her hands. “so you admit to it?”

“fine, yes. shes cute.” the blonde pulled me into a hug and swayed back and forth. “ill make it happen.”

im shutting this idea down. “no, p. your doing nothing.”

“but-” i held a single finger to her lips, silencing her, “shhh.”

“please just let me! trust me it will go perfect.”

i closed my water bottle, placing it down next to me. i went to answer her but coach walked in, the rest of the ream following behind. “alright. lets get started! running laps! go!”

i was so sore. my legs felt like jello and everything hurt. i was laying on my bed on my stomach, scrolling on my phone. it was quiet, until nika came to my dorm again. she normally never came twice in a row, but i didn’t mind. “hey. whats up?”

“i need to talk to you.”

she was fiddling with her fingers and sweatshirts sleeves, a nervous expression pasted over her face. “i was talking to paige after practice today, and i-, uhm.”

“oh god.” i pulled my knees to my chest while sitting up in bed. breaking my eye contact with nika.

she closed the door and sat down in the beanbag chair in the corner of my room. “is it true?”

“yes,” i think i might kill paige. “niks, i don’t want things to to be weird.”

she stood up from the beanbag chair on the floor and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to me. “it wont be.”

“why, i thi-” i never got to finish my sentence.

nika grabbed the side of my face and placed her lips on mine, smiling into it. my hands made their way to her neck before she pulled away. “thats why.”

#wlw #wnba #nika mühl #uconn wbb #nika muhl x reader

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d0llcherry · 13 days

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꒰͡ ͜ ı ͜ ͡꒱ DOLLHOUSE ۶♡ৎ

CAINE AND JAX WITH A CREEPY DOLL READER

A/N: This is so silly, definitely not self indulgement.

Type: Romantic/platonic, fluff, headcanons

About reader: Reader talks very slowly, have creepy hobbies and is very mysterious.

Warnings: Decapitation mentions, gore mentions, reader literally wants to sacrifice Jax, Jax is being haunted by you, NOT PROOFREAD, i just did this because yes.

Song: Dollhouse

CAINE ✮⋆˙

୨୧ I dont really think Caine would be really scared or creeped out by you at the start, because he's an AI so, his reaction would be a totally different than the others, i can see him complimenting you actually.

୨୧ When you first got into the circus, you were just so eerily... calm? it impressed him a bit since everybody freaked out whenever they got to the circus, thats the first thing that kinda got him curious, but he just brushed it off when he found out its just in ur nature.

୨୧ When you talk slowly and smoothly like those creepy characters, he would just get a bit impatient, Caine is a very eletric and excited robot, so i dont really think he would have much patience with you when you start talking.

୨୧ One thing that can annoy him a bit is the fact you were just so mysterious, you werent really present on the adventures and when you were you just would blend in the background and didnt really do much, it was like you were a digital ghost or something.

୨୧ He would question the others of why they were so creeped by you, like i said, your weird nature wouldnt really have an effect on him so its very likely that he wont get why the others are so scared of you.

୨୧ About how he reacts to your creepy hobbies; he just doesnt really finds it age appropriate, like, why do you have so much gory drawings?! why do you keep trying to decapitate Jax?? to use his head as a souvenir?! reader!! that is not age appropriate!

୨୧ He would try to drive you away from those creepy hobbies, only upsetting you and making you "calmly" threat him saying you would make him eat his own eyes, but it was an empty threat since you cant do much to the RINGMASTER of the circus, and it didnt really work but oh well.

୨୧ He finds your character unique because it can 'almost blend in the dark easily' and he says that because one day he went out in the night to just wander around since he's an AI and doesn't really need sleep and... thats when he saw you, putting a message with a cute bow wrapped knife in Jax's door... you looked really nice in the dark btw.

୨୧ Yeah, overall, he just thinks you are just another silly goof.

۶♡ৎ “...[NAME] you cant say that.”

JAX ۶♡ৎ

୨୧ Fuck.

୨୧ I think Jax would be really fucked up, he made a HUGE mistake when he tried testing your patience at first, calling you "edgelord" and etc, he got a chance at first when you just decided to ignore him, but, he tried his luck again by trying to nag you with his pranks.

୨୧ He laughed at you threatening to give him 'a DIY plastic surgery' on his face, thinking you were just trying to be a "edgy kid"... until your brutal payback..

୨୧ Now you are haunting him, congrats, you have instigated fear into the 'funny' purple bunny that now everytime he sees you in a adventure, he gets more worried in making sure you aren't trying to stab his back with a axe than causing chaos and violence.

୨୧ This man was so flabbergasted when you tried to 'payback' his prank with setting up a axe trap in his room door to try and decapitate him, thats when Jax knew he fucked up.

୨୧ The others praise you because whenever your in the same room as Jax, he shuts up for the first time and as long as you're present in the same room as him, he wont bug anyone and that makes everybody so much happier.

୨୧ He has to check his door for traps EVERY MORNING to not get greeted with a knife to his forehead or worse: with you instead.

୨୧ You probably haunt his dreams, Jax probably had a nightmare that had you included, oh wow you have officially turned into Jax's living nightmare, like why is this happening to him?! is this karma for his pranks?! god help him.

୨୧ He hates you and your voice and everything about you! Thanks to you, now everybody has an argument to mock him, thanks to YOU everybody knows he's not that tough, even Gangle laughed at him!

۶♡ৎ “I'm so incredibly disappointed right now.”

#the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader #tadc x reader #tadc caine x reader #caine x reader #jax x reader #tadc jax x reader #fluff #tw warning #୨୧ cherry works

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mentos-or-mentoes · 3 months

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Helluva Boss x Insomniac! Reader. Headcanons

With: Asmodeus, Fizzarolli, Stolas and Loona

Asmodeus

Asmodeus runs a nightclub type establishment. (Or atleast i think thats what Ozzies is). So he's used to being up late.

He does take note of you, always seeming to be awake, no matter the time.

Doesn't really do much, because as long as nothing really seems to be wrong he won't want to bother you about it.

Is kinda sad he doesn't get to sleep with you as much tho (In the cuddly kind not the sexual kind).

One day decides to ask you about it, mainly from curiosity.

When you tell him that you're an insomniac he kinda gets surprised.

But after thinking about it he does kinda think he should have realized earlier.

Will try to stay up with you on the nights where he doesn't have to do much the next day (Which is rarely).

Fizzarolli

Fizz has alot of energy some times, and on thoose days he does have difficulty sleeping.

Usually just rubs one out or has some ''fun time'' with you, or just alone.

He does however notice that on the same nights he can't sleep, neither can you.

When you do tell him that you're an insomniac (if he didn't already put 2 and 2 together). He'll likely ask something along the lines of, ''So whats keepin' ya up babes?''

Will cuddle with you if you'd prefer to do that in order to try and fall asleep.

Might suggest some medication for falling asleep. Or try and get drunk as hell with you.

Sometimes will wrap his arms around you if he feels like you've been getting too little sleep.

Loona

She has a habit of falling asleep at I.M.P when having nothing else to do, or sometimes when she just feels like it.

Is probably the quickest to notice your lack of sleeping.

She will likely ask you about it because its keeping her up at night.

When you tell her about you either really struggeling with getting sleep or just not being able to sleep at all, she gets uhhhh, a bit confused.

Like how can you NOT fall asleep at that boring office, or in a comfortable bed?

Will rarely pick you up so she can lay with you while she sleeps, and hopefully have you fall asleep as well.

She once tried to play some music and stuff to try and see if that helped.

She to awoke to some shitty song and her phone reccomending more of said shitty songs.

Just kinda accepts that you don't fall asleep nowadays.

Not like its gonna prevent her from sleeping either.

Stolas

Stolas has a giant comfy bed, so why he finds you awake at 3 am in the kitchen just doing whatever, is something thats on his mind.

Will ask you about it being concerned that you might be having nightmares or something keeping you awake.

If you do tell him about your insomnia, he will be a bit relieved that you aren't awakening from nightmares.

Allthough he might be wondering if something is keeping you up unless you clarify that to him.

Will try to use spells to see if that helps you, if you want to try it out.

if not then cuddles will do.

He LOVES cuddles.

If you cant sleep then can you atleast cuddle untill he falls asleep? He would like it if you did.

Stolas will try anything and everything to help you sleep, if you wanna go to sleep that is.

If not then he'll be content once he realizes that you'll always be there, if he has a nightmare or just wants a lil kiss.

(Sorry for if you guys wanted a different character but im not trying to spend eternity writing for every character i can think of rn. Also sorry if they arent too accurate, i will accept any criticism and try to improve).

Requests are open. So ask if you want

#Helluva boss x reader #helluva boss x you #helluva boss x y/n #Helluva boss Asmodeus x reader #Ozzie x reader #fizzarolli x reader #loona x reader #stolas x reader

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hobiebrownismygod · 3 months

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HAIII HELLOOO HOW ARE U DOING so i just had a random idea and i cant stop thinking about it. you can it ignore it i'm just asking

basically hobie x reader (can be fem or gender neautral idc) where reader is like a siren but isnt dangerous and likes swimming in the canal that hobie's boat is in and then like one night he spots reader in the water

idk if that makes sense words are not wording right now 😭 but yeah you can do whatever you like with the rest. thank yewwww 🙏🏾💞

wait omg I love this idea!! its so cute and I totally see why it's been stuck in your head lol I went kind of overboard with the lore for this one. I also made it femreader because that's easier for me to write and hopefully that's okay!! I hope you like how I wrote it <3

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Humming under his breath, Hobie stood at the edge of his deck, staring out into the distance, mind overrun with quiet thoughts. The night was basically silent, no people nor animals in sight, just Hobie and his canal boat, slowly drifting along the soft waves.

He was still fairly close to shore, and could see some faint lights of alive homes, but it was growing very late, and everyone was going to sleep for the night.

But Hobie couldn't sleep. He was tired, of course, anyone would be after the day he'd had...but he just couldn't sleep.

It was difficult for him to sleep these days. So many scenarios littering his mind, making him think, fear, dream. Not a day went by where he wasn't suddenly awoken by a terrible nightmare, the screeching of civilians flooding his brain, images of horrific villains filling his dreams.

So staring out at the water, enjoying the silence, it was much more calming for him. It was also a way for him to avoid the sleepiness crawling up his spine, latching its gentle claws around his shoulders and pulling him into the soft, warm enclosure of his bed.

But he refused to give in to the temptation, to the tiredness. What he'd experience when he was asleep was too much to bear.

Besides, he couldn't have any nightmares if he was awake.

Suddenly, Hobie's expression perked up, and he leaned his head forward. He'd heard something, but he wasn't sure what. He stopped humming, the area around him falling completely silent as he strained his ears to listen for whatever might have been there.

He heard a faint hum.

His spider-sense began to tingle.

The song was beautiful, nothing like he'd heard before. It was quiet, soft, reminding him of the way a hug would feel, warmth and love, wrapping around one's body and holding them close. It was musical, vibrant, but just enough to make him feel even sleepier than before.

It was also strangely enchanting.

After a beat, Hobie began to hum along. He knew the tune. He wasn't sure how, but he did know it. A simple five or six notes, easy to remember, easy to memorize, easy to single along with.

And then he realized he was humming alone. The other voice had disappeared.

He furrowed his brows, confused as to where it could've gone.

A ripple passed by, just barely changing the surface of the dark, murky water below. He stumbled back slightly, immediately on defense mode as he peered over the edge, gaze hardening over the sight of a few bubbles, slowly rising to the surface.

"Hello?" He called out softly.

For a moment, he thought nothing would happen. That he'd just been imagining it. Hallucinating even, the little sleep he'd had finally getting to him.

But he watched as a pair of eyes appeared, the outline of luscious hair and a head parting the waters, peering up at him.

He stared, mouth opening in awe.

You were beautiful.

Your face was just barely illuminated by the moonlight, glistening down on the droplets dripping down your smooth skin, just your face and neck having protruded out of the water.

You cocked your head to the side slightly, as if curious, inspecting him as he put his hands on the railing separating him from the open waters. "Hello."

His breath hitched in his throat. "Who...are you?" He asked after a moment, struggling to find his voice.

You smiled, enjoying his reaction. Before you could respond you were interrupted by a loud blare. Another boat was approaching, one that looked similar to a police boat almost.

Hobie looked up too, caught off-guard, and his expression immediately hardened. When he noticed you about to submerge yourself in the water again, he quickly reached a hand out.

"Wait!"

You looked back up at him nervously, eyes flitting between him and the slowly approaching vessel. The silence was thick enough to be sliced, his soft breaths and the ripples of the water both louder than the sound of the boat that was coming closer.

Your eyes stayed on each others, hundreds of thousands of words being exchanged in a single moment. It was like he could read your mind, and you could read his. An odd, yet welcomed, connection.

"What are you?" He asked softly. You smiled once again, eyes crinkling up slightly. When you opened your mouth to speak, Hobie was blown away.

What you spoke wasn't English, but it was like he could understand every word, your voice like a tune, another lovely song, sung by a perfect voice. He exhaled softly when you finished, nodding furiously.

"I-uh-" he stuttered, realizing the boat was only getting closer, the officers' voices growing louder and louder. "Do you speak English?" he asked quickly, praying under his breath that your answer would be-

"Yes."

He grinned, cocking his head to the side slightly as he stared down at you. "I-"

The horn of the police boat sounded again and you snapped your head to the side, pretty eyes widening before you looked back at Hobie. He opened his mouth, hoping to delay you just a moment longer, calling out, "Wait-!"

But you were already gone, having disappeared under the surface without a trace, lost to the pitch black, shallow waters of the canal. He stared back at the slight ripples still emanating from where you'd left before running over to motor and roughly turning it on.

He had to escape, as quickly as possible. If he got caught now, he'd be out of a home, and he'd grown quite used to this little boat he loved so much.

But those lovely eyes were still stuck in his head. He chuckled to himself as he turned the tiller, steering himself in the opposite direction of the officers chasing him. He hummed those same four notes to himself, your gorgeous melody turning into a tune he didn't think he'd ever quite forget.

He hoped...no he knew that wouldn't be the last time he saw you. Hobie Brown was never one to let an opportunity slip past him, and this little encounter seemed to be much more than that. The way you'd looked at him, spoke to him, smiled at him-

Could it be fate? Hobie didn't believe in fate.

But this just felt so real. So real that he couldn't help but hope that it was fate.

That he was meant to see you again.

Because he would, whether it was written in the stars or not.

He'd find the girl with a voice of gold.

No matter how long it took.

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A/N: Might write a part 2 if enough people ask because I feel like turning this into a series might be really fun but I also don't want to spend time writing it if no one's interested because I have other requests to get to too 😭 lmk if you want another part anon!! I'd be glad to write it <3

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urmomschocolatemilk · 1 year

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Angst Simon x reader Old draft I finished at 2am, does it make sense? Idk not really, do I care? Also no bc I lowkey kinda love it. Alway idk rlly know how to end this so send some ideas in on how you think it should end bc I’m torn bro ALSO ig im back for now! after months...hehehe 😅

You’ve done long distance relationships, and they’re hard. Much harder than most people think them to be. But whatever you have, going with Simon is harder.

You don’t know what he does for a living, or why he leaves you for months on end, only to come for a month or two (at the most) and leave in the middle of the night. He doesn’t say goodbye, doesn’t even say hello.

One morning you’ll wake up and he’ll be there, arms wrapped around you, and his chest rising and falling steadily. And then the next morning he’ll be gone, leaving you to wake up to a cold bed and no idea of where he’s gone off to or when he’ll be back. Sometimes he’ll leave a warm breakfast in the microwave in apology, or a boquete of flowers. Other times you get nothing, and he vanishes without a trace.

Once he’s gone you don’t hear from him for months until he gets back. Until he shows up in your bed again, on a random, sunny morning. That may just be the hardest part.

You respect his need for privacy, never pushing him to tell you what he does or where he goes. If he wants to tell you he will, but sometimes you can’t help but wonder if he’s even really real or you’re just hallucinating it all. It quite literally feels like you’re dating a ghost.

But for now, you pretend like the jarring nightmares he has are normal, or the excessive amounts of scars that paint his body aren’t there. For now, you keep the bubbling curiosity you feel strapped down and tucked away.

Whatever you have with Simon isn’t too hard, not on a day-to-day basis, but sometimes it gets harder.

Some days you go through the day, every cell in your body aching to see him, hear him, smell him, touch him, and taste him. Other days it comes randomly, often before bed, as an animistic need for him with you that bubbles under your skin, trying to claw it way out, only to be satisfied by him. Those nights you go to sleep hoping - no praying - for some miracle to bring him back to you. To wake up the next morning with him at your side.

Most times your prayers go unheard. Leaving you to wake up in an empty bed again, and the need for something as simple as his presence unsatisfied.

Rarely though, are your prayers answered and you’re awoken to the sound of soft breathing next to you, and the weight of his arms around your waist and the comforting warmth that radiates from him and envelops you. Today is one of those rare days.

You watch his sleeping form, your heart swelling with gratitude and love. You shift closer to him, burying your head into his chest and inhaling deeply, trying to get enough of him to last you a century. In his arms all your worries and stress, and everything bad disappears. You can already feel it all melting away. You feel relieved. It makes you want to cry – no it does make you cry.

Simon wakes to your trembling body and silent sobs. At first, he simply shoves his face deeper into the crook of your neck with a small groan, placing gentle kiss to the skin. After a moment though, everything starts to come into focus, and he becomes aware of the quiet sound of sniffing and shaking figure in his arms. He pulls away quickly, suddenly more alert and completely awake as worry and fear course through him.

“Darling?” The pet name slips through his teeth so easily, the roughness of sleep adding to his already deep voice and for some reason it only makes you cry harder. “Darling what's wrong?” He asks worriedly. You sniff, choking on your own tears as you attempt to respond.

“I c-cant do this anymore Simon.”

He frowns, his stomach dropping at your words, “Do what?” he asks.

“This,” you emphasize, “The never knowing where you are or when you're going to come home, or if you're even going to come home in the first place!” another sob escapes you, “it's too much for me. I-I mean sometimes it's okay but other times it's just so unbearable! I just can't do it anymore.” you cry

Hes silent, unsure of what to say to comfort you. He knew this arrangement was rough on you. He’d thought he’d been protecting you by not telling you the truth about his work, but he wasn’t sure telling you now would make things any better.

His body seems to have a mind of its own and he find himself reaching for you, pulling you into his lap and easing you both down as he sushs you gently.

“I know love, I know,” he cooes, but your quieting sobs are the only response to his weak attempts of comfort that he desperately hopes hide how torn he is on what to do. He listens to your breathing as it evens out and your body relaxes against his as you drift back to sleep, but he knows he isn't getting a single wink for a while.

#urmomschocolatemilk #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #call of duty #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #x reader #141 x reader #ghost x reader #modern warfare 2 #angst #cod fanfic

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starillusion13 · 6 months

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FRIENDS!? Chapter 5

🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳

Series ML

Pairing: poly!ateez × f!reader (An ATEEZ Office AU)

Genre: Mature, Angst, Yandere, SMUT

Warning: nightmares and making plans to regain back memories.

W.C: 3k

For my beloved: @oreharuuu

Network: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

[Reblogs and Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you for reading and have a nice day ahead. Please always take care of yourself everyone.]

Hello, Can we be friends please?

You haven't notice yet but you were walking for almost thirty minutes on a long path and you were so lost in thoughts that your exhausted body is lacking energy. It's okay but you have almost reached the location. Feet stop near the edge and your view is hazy due to the tears shielding your eyes. Last time, you have been here was the most warming and beautiful moment of your life but this time, it's just the opposite with only pain visible everywhere.

Standing at the edge of the cliff, eyes shaking and watching the view in front. The thoughts coming to the mind is contrasting with the beautiful and pleasant nature. Hands shaking by the side even when it's a hot sunny afternoon, fingers clutching the torn and dirty pants. Tears streaming down the blood-shot eyes and unpleasant thoughts coming across the mind. The place is very pleasant having some best memories and a blanket of comfort but now it's like a death end for every happy moment of the life. Someone should have there to help but no one was there. So, where to run to? Is there anything more other than ending the life? Looking below the cliff, heart pounding inside the chest and ears becoming deaf to the surrounding.

About to jump, when your name is being heard from a distance. You want to turn around but you cant as your eyes are still focused to the front where you can see the end of your miseries.

"Y/N?"

Y/n.

Several times, you heard someone calling out your name. You didn't turn back or couldn't but you can still hear the voice coming nearer to you.

"Hey, wake up."

Eyes shot open and you sit up properly and can feel sweats lining the forehead and pulling the sleeves to the wrist, you palm your cheeks. The person in front of you has a worried expression on his face. You look up to his height, still trying to understand your situation and how he is here. Looking around, you realize that you are in the cabin of your office and Jongho is staring down at you.

"Hey, Are you okay?"

You try to smile, fingers combing the hairs and pushing them back away from face "Yeah, of course."

Shaking his head, his hands raise to your face to run his thumbs over you tears on your cheeks and wet eyelashes brushing through his thumb. Eyes becoming soft and he gently pulls your face upward, "Why were you crying?"

Okay, your mind is getting cleared and now you know that you were early to the cabin because Hongjoong wanted you to coordinate all his meetings with the schedules of his upcoming events in overseas and then he would have taken it from you before the working hours. You had done with the work but last night you slept late and due to the headache, you don't realize when you fell asleep inside the cabin. Nightmares. Your sleep schedules are messed up because of these weird dreams that occurring to you recently. Like the same ones you had last night and now. Since, the day you have moved here, an uneasy feeling is lingering as if you are being watched by someone but you thought it must be due to the new environment and surrounded by unknown people.

Forcing out a laugh, "Oh it was just a bad dream. Nothing to worry about. I'm used to this."

"Are you sure?"

"yes."

Nodding his head, "okay so everyone has already got their schedule for today. Thanks for your hardwork. As far as I know, you don't have anything particular today till lunch time so I guess you are free to do anything you want. But, don't pull pranks with Wooyoung."

You both laugh on the comment. He pats your cheek and sends a warm smile before exiting with a file from the shelf.

Few weeks, you managed to get yourself comfortable in this place, all thanks to Seonghwa and Wooyoung who never left your side so that you don't feel uncomfortable or left out. It's a bit weird to not make you feel left out as this is a workplace not a reunion at your friend's house but somehow, they make sure to remind you every moment that you are their friend and different from other workers or interns in the company. It didn't go unnoticed by you how some people give you glances and the reason is very clear. You are sleeping with one of the bosses or many at once. Seriously, they get on your nerves and if you were in the university then you would have punched them on the face. You haven't told anything about this to your bosses but you have made sure to get back to those shitheads someday if possible. Well, talking about university, you really miss Beomgyu and wonder how he is doing there without you. He is not quite alone but got the company of his friend's group but still you miss his company.

Wooyoung is a perfect reflection of Beomgyu. Same like those playful nature, pulling pranks on you, making you annoyed and disturb you until you just have it for all and ready to scream 'fuck off'. You are most comfortable with him. He has already become your bestfriend and you both together is like an inseparable duo, always sticking together and even fooling around and annoying other of your bosses. It's just professional term you use in front of the workers to refer them but you just consider them as your friends now and you are very close to them but not with all of them. Obvious, that trio is still being scary to you. Yunho, Yeosang and San. Yeosang has a dual personality at a same time and so you try to avoid him the most because atleast you are well aware of the other two being cold with you not like him one moment being soft with you with his arms around your neck and the next moment he is like about to choke you.

Last month, you had the farewell at your university before the end semester and your bosses sent you so many gifts and flowers that left everyone in awe and even Beomgyu teased you that they have fallen in love with you because apparently, they are living with an angel and the very next moment, he is calling out them blind and you as the ugliest creature in the world. Atleast, you were glad that they didn't attend the farewell as on Wooyoung's request or you would have to face a new drama during your semester.

Everything sounds so fine until the main disturbing part of your life comes in spotlight. Since, the day you became close and comfortable with them, you are getting weird dreams. Some dreams feel so realistic but still you convince yourself that they are just nightmares and nothing more.

But are they?

You can clearly feel the girl is you and she is giggling with a boy. The boy is not the same but of different physiques everytime. Maybe, due to the outfits. She looks so happy with him. And other times, she is crying herself to sleep and running through the dark street to and an endless path and crying. Then some blurred images of you being tied up and knife and blood. Stop. You don't want to recall them when you are wide awake. But somewhere in your mind still want to know whether those are just nightmares or something really happened to you. If something like that happened then why you are unaware of this. This what keeps you zoning out.

You never had these dreams before but maybe this new place is giving off such stress that you are thinking weird stuffs. You want to believe this yet you can't. Just like the people in your dreams feel so near yet so far.

It's been five months you are staying and working in this place and it's like a home to you now. A warm and comforting place with your few old bestfriends by your side, who are even always at your service whenever you need something. They literally give you the princess treatment. Surprisingly, Yeosang and Yunho will also treat you nicely when you want something but suddenly your needs disappear when they are the ones at your service. Except San, who stare at you as if because of you he has lost millions of dollars contract but he would pass you things through someone. That's cute. You mean the gestures not him.

You have time until lunch break so it’s better to walk around the building to get familiar enough to not get lost often without any one of them by your side. Sitting inside the cabin and stressing out about those nightmares is a bit suffocating.

Washing your face, you exit the washroom only to get bumped with someone.

“Oh, I’m really sorry. I wasn’t looking here.”

“Aren’t you, Y/n? The new intern and their bestfriend. Hello, myself Star.”

Your confused face earns a chuckle from the girl in front of you. She links her arm with you to greet you with a bright smile. She has a really friendly and extrovert personality and you hoped to be like that to adjust in places.

“Don’t worry, I’m not kidnapping you. Are you free right now?”

You slowly nod your head and smile because her contagious bright smile is so friendly.

Walking around the building with a new company won’t be bad though. Maybe you can ask her things which you don’t make up courage to ask others.

“I didn’t get the chance to meet you earlier but finally today is the day.”

“I haven’t seen you here before or in my welcome party.”

Taking a turn towards the terrace, she replies “that’s only because I was not here for last few months and meanwhile you joined the company. You are so popular among the employees and I know that’s just because they are well aware of the fact you being friends with the CEOs.”

“Oh, I hope that’s not something to worry about.”

“Of course not, sweety. Some may bitch around but apart from that rest is okay.”

“Well, you. You work in which department?”

She blinks at you before burst out laughing. You got taken aback and feel worried if you have done any mistake because the office and the CEOs all are weird along with the workers so you are always in a worry not to make mistakes.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No! It’s just you look funny while being lost and I couldn’t help myself. And I don’t work here.” She pulls you down a bit because of her height to whisper, “I’m actually the daughter of the business partner of this company, Mr.Lee. They have started this company with my dad and now I have free pass to enter this building anytime.”

“Why did you whisper it?” You ask her in a low tone while looking around to see if anyone is watching you or not.

“No one knows about it and my dad doesn’t want to get in trouble because of me. Also, don’t worry as they are like my brothers so if you have fallen for them then be sure am out of your way.”

You pass through a glass cabin near the terrace and thoughts of Mingi come across your mind. You haven’t seen him for last one week as he is on a business trip and will be coming later today or might be tomorrow.

“Nothing is going to be like that. We are just friends.”

“Yeah sure. But I have a question.”

Standing to the sideways, you both hold the railing and the fresh breeze hitting your skin and face getting washed off from stress. But as you look down, the dream from earlier make you tremble and you quickly move back. Taking heavy breathes, you feel suffocating even in a spacious area with open wide space with natural environment.

“Hey, do you have fear of heights? Don’t need to stand there then.” She pulls you back.

Calming down yourself, you pat your cheeks and tugs your hair behind before assuring her with a smile, “everything is fine. It’s just I felt sick while looking down. You were going to ask me a question, shoot it.”

She makes a hand gesture of a gun and point to you and pulls the trigger. She is really a nice friend and you are appreciating her presence so much that you know in the end of everyday, you will miss her.

“You are so young, I mean Atleast younger than them to be in your same class. They must have been your seniors or something else, right?”

Right. Why didn’t you think of this before? They can’t be your classmates so this is the first thing you need to ask them. How do you all meet with each other?

“I might have amnesia and I don’t remember clearly about the days of our friendship so I’m just getting along with them on the effort of their sides to make me feel that I’m their long lost best friend.”

“Aww that’s cute. They really care for you then. You are so lucky to have them. Okay let’s do one thing, I will help you to get back those memories and let’s see if anyone of them was your childhood lover.”

Getting help from her? Like it’s impossible for you to get to know their past all alone so having a leading partner would be the best but what if they catch you and think that you are doubting them.

“Don’t worry. They won’t know about this.”

“I don’t think others are any problematic except them.”

“Except whom?”

“San Yunho and Yeosang.”

A frown appears on her face as why you are calling them problematic instead of Wooyoung or maybe Jongho.

“What did they do?”

“Well….honestly I don’t know what I have done to them for being always being harsh on me.”

“Eh? Them being harsh? I didn’t expect them out of those eight. They are the sweetest ones but I have seen their serious faces while talking with some employees sometimes. I guess you had some quarrels with them the last time you were friends.”

Maybe. That might be the reason for them still holding the grudge against you. That’s a bit too childish for these grown men. You thought to change the topic.

“What do you do as a profession?”

“I’m a model. Well you are changing the topic. Are you going to start our journey to get to know about them all over again?”

Are you really ready?

“Ye…..yes.”

“Cool. So, we should start from whom? The eldest Seonghwa or the youngest Jongho?”

“Wooyoung. Yes him. I want to know about him. I think he is the one with whom I used to spend most of the time.”

“Then I guess one of those trio would be the last or you don’t want to know about them at all.”

You pout on her teasing but she laughs it off.

First target, Wooyoung.

“ hello, ladies. So, you both are here. Having fun?”

You both turn towards the direction from where he is entering the glass door of the terrace and greeting you both.

Star and you glance towards each other but she holds your hand to act normal as till now everything is okay and he hasn’t heard you both talking and she is sure about this.

Wooyoung comes near to you and your gaze falls on the person trailing behind, San. His piercing sharp eyes watching you, only you. He was looking as if he heard the whole conversation between you and Star. You quickly move your attention from him back on the person in front of you.

“Here take your cold coffee, Star.”

“Thanks Wooyoung.”

Turning towards you, he hands over a paper bag to you. You seem confused.

Giving you the cup, “this is the coffee of your measured sugar and milk.”

You smile while taking them, “thanks, Woo.”

Star casts a glance towards you on hearing the nickname but just nods her head on understanding the situation.

“And in that bag there’s a choco red velvet cupcake for my dear cupcake, Y/n.”

Still. Everything froze around you. As if you have seen something haunted. Your ears ringing. Your wide eyes looking back at him and now he is the one being confused. Your coffee almost slipped if San didn’t catch it. Star is also feeling uneasy about the situation.

You are not caring what they are feeling or how you are looking at them. The only thing is speeding in your mind.

This is the same sentence and the same tone, you have seen and heard in those dreams.

‘Here is a choco red velvet cupcake for my dear cupcake, Y/n.’

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lvgrrqs · 11 months

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TOO LATE — A. ANDERSON.

summary. abby cant say she fell for you at the same pace you fell for her, but when she did, it was too late for it to matter.

mentions of blood + death | light spoilers | some angst | no gender specified | most def not proofread

note. angst is NOT my strong suit and i only got this idea because i replayed the part where she beats the shit out of ellie in the theatre basement, idk where my thoughts went after that.

word count. 2.4k

you were always there for her, weren’t you? she couldn’t recall all the times when she was alone, dealing with things on her own - you were in too many memories for her to count.

when her dad died, you were there besides her when owen wasn’t, and when she called things with owen, you were there too. during her late nights when nightmares would take away her sleep and panic would settle in her chest you were always there to hold her hand and guide her through it.

if she had to put it simple, you were the light she was looking for when she was lost in the darkness. though, when she finally put it together and realized this, it was far too late.

she never fully comprehended why her heart would beat days after things stopped with owen, the same rapid beating she would have even when she was with him — it wasn’t the same she felt when she was afraid, or when she would kiss owen. it was a delightful feeling, a spark lighting up in her body whenever your hands would touch, whenever you would hug her or smile at her.

your laugh was euphoric, she was addicted and yet she couldn’t comprehend why. maybe that was the reason she ended things with owen, he just wasn’t you, but she couldn’t comprehend thinking about you like that. you were just a friend, weren’t you?

you certainly thought of her as more, the reason for you always being there for her was because of your absolute fascination with her. her eyes, her laugh, the way she would always go above and beyond for what she stood for. she was the other end of your magnet, always pulling you towards her and yet you could never seem to fully connect as you longed for.

despite that, you stayed with her. you couldn’t leave her alone, you made it clear that you loved her and cared for her whenever you got the chance, and even if she couldn’t match the same and only saw your actions as friendly, you knew she cared a lot about you too. she was grateful for you, after all these years.

you were with her when abby and the group went to jackson to get joel - though you had the same mindset about killing the man as mel, you were still with her. you were still there, as she killed the man in front of ellie, and you were still there, making eye contact with the girl as she was knocked out.

you were with her when you, abby, and manny got called up to the fob, and you went with her when she set out to get owen after finding out he went awol - begrudgingly, of course, you wanted to make sure she was safe, and owen was your friend as much as anyone else was. you couldn’t sit back and leave him for whatever hell was out there, not when you could go with abby and do something about it.

you were with her when you found owen and got caught up with some scars - you took care of them, though you couldn’t have stayed with her for long. she began to get reluctant when it came to letting you out with her, practically begging you to stay behind at the aquarium where it was safe.

it was no different this time when her reluctance got worse, yelling at you when you tried going out with her and yara to get lev after he ran off to the island for their mother. everything was crashing on her, her exchange with owen and mel separately being too much as it is, and losing sight of lev made it worse. the last thing she needed was to lose you too.

the look in your eyes were watery, her yells getting under your skin. regardless, like always, you went with her words and wished her the best of luck, demanding she get back safe and leaving her in the damp hallway alone. she couldn’t find you before she had to leave, and she did her best to push that heavy weight in her chest to the side and get what she needed done.

she would make it up to you once she got back, she silently promised you that.

she would never get to do that though, her time on the island obviously kept her preoccupied - throughout her adventures, she couldn’t have known about the girl following her tracks to act out her revenge plan.

there was no way abby could have known that ellie had killed owen and mel, and now she had you tied to a chair in that same damp room where their bodies laid.

the bruises on your body ached with every movement, the knife dug into your knee left you still so the pain couldn’t get worse. your hair was in ellie’s hand via fisthold, forcing your eyes to connect to hers. your blood on her face from when you spat in it, which had only angered her more and led to that knifes current location.

her eyes were demanding, not the same as the broken ones you had seen back in jackson that day abby killed joel - they were filled with rage, red with anger and you knew there wasn’t going to be any mercy in this for you. “i’m going to ask you one more time, where the fuck is she?”

“go fuck yourself, mel gave you that information, and you fucking killed her.” ellie’s face crinkled up in disgust towards your response and towards herself, she knew she had killed a pregnant lady, but having you in this chair with valuable information she could pry out of you was overriding those emotions.

with a grunt, she roughly pushed your head to the side, hand going down to the knife in your knee - with a quick flick of her wrist, your kneecap was popped off. your screams bounced off the walls, hitting your ears as quick as they left your mouth. “go to hell.” you sobbed, eyes squinting and glaring at her through the damp hair dangling in your face.

“no other place for me to go, bitch, but i’m not going empty handed.” she stood up and left the room and, desperately, you gathered what strength you had left to try and find a way out of the chair.

there was too much going on in your body right now, too much pain and blood pouring from your wounds. the taste of iron was heavy in your mouth and you fought to keep your eyelids open, the tips of your fingers already going cold and numb.

there wasn’t enough time for you, and you knew this. no matter what you did, you were going to die anyway. there was no trace of mercy in that girls eyes, and yet you knew that’s exactly how abby had looked when she had ellie in this same position - helpless, watching those merciless eyes take the life of someone they held dear. except, ellie didn’t have abby beaten to a bloody pulp in front of you, she had you instead.

and as if on cue, your feeble attempts to free yourself landed you on the ground, your head slamming against the cold and wet tile of the aquarium floor. you laid in blood, though you couldn’t tell if it was your own or the blood that came from the bodies of your two dead friends. the thought had your eyes watering once again and you fought the tears away with constant blinks.

there was no use crying, not anymore.

it didn’t hurt to reminisce while you had these last few moments, unbothered and not having a knife enter and leave your body in different areas since ellie wasn’t in the room to do that for you. you thought back to the moments when you met abby, met the others and all the times in between that brought the best memories you could’ve made in any life. you thought about what you could’ve done different, and the what if’s.

what would’ve been if you hadn’t walked off on abby’s reluctance. if you had been able to just give her one last hug, to feel her embrace.

the thoughts ended as the door opened and the hasty steps echoed towards you. your eyes moved away from ellie’s approaching figure to the puddle you laid on. your reflection made you chuckle, how horrible you looked with your beaten and bloody face, the swollen eye and cuts lining your cheeks.

“i don’t see what’s so funny.” ellie spat, and you finally looked up at her, eyes tracing her figure down to the pipe that she held in her hand. she brought it more towards your face as if to show it off, and you knew exactly how she was going to finish the job. “i just look like shit,” you coughed out, pausing to catch your breath through a few heavy heaves. ellie rose a brow, bringing the pipe upwards.

“i just wanted to let you know, you look like shit too.”

the sound of metal slamming against the surface echoed through the hallways, and abby’s heavy breathing along with lev’s followed in unison. they had made it back, but something seemed off, and abby knew it, there was a quick pace in her steps, the rapid sound of her heartbeat echoing in her ears from worry.

you, owen, and mel knew how to take care of yourselves. the aquarium was blocked up nice and secure, wasn’t it? even then, you guys would have the upper hand in a quarrel, wouldn’t you? alice was there to protect you as well, being the best guard dog and companion she was, right?

well, abby wasn’t too sure after that, seeing as alice was laying on the ground with a trail of blood next to her body. the weapon used to do the damage wasn’t to be found, but it already sounded the alarms in abby’s head. lev had stayed close to her, ready to help defend the pair if anything were to happen, though nothing came to his immediate alert but the tension radiating off the woman in front of him.

cautiously, abby and lev trekked through the rooms which had obviously been scavenged through, proof someone else had been here. what really set this in stone, however, was the blood pouring into the hallway from the main room.

all thoughts in abby’s mind gathered together into one possibility - that it was someone else’s blood, and you, owen, and mel had been able to defend yourselves. it had to be just that, right? with how trained you and owen were, and if anything were to have happened that either of you got hurt, mel would be there to patch you guys up.

but the make shift operating room hadn’t been touched since yara’s operation, but that shouldn’t push the idea down all the way, right? you had to be okay, right? it wasn’t a question in abby’s mind, it was a focus. you were okay, and that’s what she kept telling herself as she pushed the door open.

and like any other time she needed you, there you were, ellie’s body next to yours in a heap of unmovable flesh. you were breathing, but barely, and yet you were able to give abby that same smile you always gave her. “i’m so.. sorry abby. i couldn’t help them, im sorry.” you broke down, arms going limp and chest rising and setting rapidly with your sobs. abby looked, heart breaking at the sight of mel and owens body a few paces away from yours. she fought back the nausea, but not the tears. you were okay, you were alive and she needed to get you medical attention.

without hesitation, after collecting what little she could, she basically threw herself at you. she gathered you in her arms, examining your wounds and being careful not to push you more than your body could handle. it was apparent you had lost a lot of blood, and she couldn’t let herself postpone anymore time when it could be used to start helping you.

though, she couldn’t help the rapid whispers of, “i’m so fucking glad you’re okay,” and, “i love you.”

at least, that’s what should’ve happened, if she hadn’t opened the door to see your battered and mangled body instead. her eyes trailed to the pipe laying a few feet away, bloodied footsteps trailing out to a door on the opposite end of the room. all at once, abby’s world crashed down on her.

your body, plus the bodies of her two friends, laying cold and lifeless on the floor. “fuck…” she breathed, the nausea taking control and leaving her helpless to falling to the ground and throwing her guts up. then, the tears came. she sobbed and wailed and lev felt useless to the woman as she let her emotions go.

it was painful to watch someone who seemed so held together break, but it was understandable. lev had lost yara, and given the chance he would’ve reacted the same way if he had time, so watching abby break her barriers completely and sluggishly crawl over to your body, still attached to that damn chair, wasn’t so hard to mold into sympathy.

abby undid your ties, catching your body as it rolled over sideways, feeling how limp you were in her arms. she gathered you upwards, brushing hair out of your face and bringing a hand to wipe away the blood off your lips. your eyes were open, terrifyingly still and lacking their usual light, but they were glossed over and stared right into abby.

with a heavy sob, she took one last look into your eyes, and brought her hand to carefully close them, knowing she would never wake up to them again. knowing that the light in her dark was burnt out, and that she would have to go the rest of her days without your presence, your attentive nature, and your love.

your love, she knew, was what she was going to miss the most. she came to regret never giving it back to you, hating herself that it took a small argument to draw the promise she would do better for you, and she would never get the chance to. it was too late.

but in this moment, as she started to gather herself after lev called out for her, there was only one thing she hated more than her lack of compassion.

ellie, and she swore to you that she was going to kill that son of a bitch - it wasn’t too late for that, at least.

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tenabrye · 1 year

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Could I possibly get some headcanons for vash and knives for when the reader wakes up from a nightmare and goes to their room for comfort and they have a sleepover for the first time? Maybe the boys realize they really cant sleep without the reader afterwards and ask the reader to stay with them going forward?

I hope you are well and your struggles come to an end soon! Thank you my friend 🙏🏻

Knives' part might be a little OOC, but I tried my best. I hope you enjoy. :D

Vash

Honestly, he was still mostly asleep when the bed dipped on the opposite end and in you slid, cozying up to him. He didn't think much of it, at first, and was almost fully asleep before realization set in. His eyes popped open and he glanced down at you, noticing the way you were cuddled up to him.

"Are you okay?" He would ask, voice soft and laced with worry. Not once had you done this, so it was only right that he'd be worried about the reason as to why you were suddenly in his bed. Not that he'd ever complain since it was you, but he's just a caring man.

Once you told him about the nightmare and how you sought him out because his presence calmed you, he smiled softly. He then shifted his body so that his flesh arm was draped around you, holding you close to his side. He reassured you by saying that you shouldn't have anymore nightmares with him around.

Vash had no idea that this would be the start of a little routine that he never knew he couldn't live without. Each and every time you had a nightmare, you would come to his room and cuddle up to him. Each and every time he would drape an arm around you, holding you close to him as you both fell asleep together. This little habit slowly became a routine, despite not always having a nightmare, and the routine got to the point where Vash would expect you to come to his room each night.

He wasn't worried when you didn't come to his room one night and tried to sleep, only to realize that he couldn't. He tossed and turned, groaning as he tried various positions to fall asleep in, however, none of them worked. That's when it clicked. He was missing you. He could sleep with you here, in his arms. That's when he grabbed his pillow, slipped out of bed, and snuck out from his room and to your room. It was comical how he was now the one coming to you, how he was the one that caused the bed to dip, and how he was the one to cozy up against you.

He didn't mean to wake you, nor cause you to worry when you asked him what was wrong, but he did feel silly when telling you the reason why. Vash smiled softly when you chuckled and shifted to snuggle up against him, your forehead resting against his as he draped an arm over your waist. You had officially become the teddy bear he couldn't sleep without, and vice versa.

Knives

Despite the fact that he doesn't need to sleep, there's a sort of peace with him when he shuts his eyes and simply rests for a moment, however, he unintentionally rests for far longer than he would like to. This leads to him seeming to be asleep, which is what you think when you slip into his room one night, unaware he could feel your presence. His eyes open and you freeze when he stares at you, his eyes looking you over before he raises a brow.

"What are you doing?" He would ask, a twinge of curiosity laced in his voice. He wasn't angered by you entering his room, trying and failing to be quiet when he already sensed you from the second the door opened. His eyes seemed to soften at your explanation, soon closing as he turned his head and let out a small huff through his nose. It seemed like a scoff to you, but it was the opposite, as he was amused by the fact that your fix for this nightmare was crawling into bed with him. Knives soon relaxed, one eye popping open and staring at you, as if telling you to get in the bed.

He wasn't familiar with the concept of a nightmare, but the explanation of yours had let him know that they were awful thoughts or memories brought on by the brain during sleep. He also wasn't familiar on what to do in such a situation, his body tensing when he felt you press your body up against his for comfort. It was such an unfamiliar feeling, and one he wouldn't dare allow, however, this was you, and he had grown fond of you in such a short time of knowing you.

Knives waited until he heard your soft breaths before he relaxed himself, soon glancing over at your sleeping form and, surprisingly, relishing in the peaceful expression on your face. He, too, soon closed his eyes and went back to resting. He would never admit that he enjoyed your presence, but it was known when he allowed you to come to his room each and every time a nightmare abruptly woke you from your sleep. He also would never admit how he had grown so used to you being in his bed with him, and how calming it was for him.

In fact, it was so calming that he quickly realized that he was unable to rest without you in his presence. This is what led him to order that you stay in his room each night. Even though he danced around the reasoning, you knew what it was, smiling softly while he only stared at you, watching as you crawled into his bed for the 20th night in a row.

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sanest-bsd-delegate · 10 months

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Headcanon: Parent! Reader with Teen! Dazai, Chuuya and Akutagawa A/N: Ch 109 made me write this.

MASTERLIST

✧Dazai

⤷Humm I mean look at him? He screams attachment issues. I am pretty sure he hides the fact he wants affection, but lets be honest Parent's instant and He gets a hug.

⤷As a kid, he would be the type of person (kid?) who gets sugarrush just by taking one piece of candy. Lets be honest, the minute he eats one, its the time your whole house is covered in glitter and gold.

⤷He has difficulty opening up his thoughts, or rather, sharing his real views on anything, but I feel like he would have once in a while mental breakdowns and you can do nothing but hug your kid, and support him. (He is adoptive kay?)

⤷He LOVES whatever you make for him. He would be the type of person who would never skip a meal when it comes to you eating with him as a family.

⤷GIVE HIM HUGS PILLOW AND KISSES.

⤷A LOTS OF GOODNIGHT KISSES

⤷You read him a bedtime story. (You cant deny that)

⤷He once got kicked in his nuts as a kid, and honestly you cant blame the kid, your son's actions are questionable [PLEASE]

⤷You both will have Parent-son hangouts, considering how much you both tend to drift apart due to work.

⤷You once had a breakdown in front of him and he gives the warmest hugs.

⤷As he grows, (and you grow older) I feel like he would just randomly lift you from the floor and twirl you around.

⤷Also, he is the person who would prob come up to you in the middle of the night and say, "Mama/Dada I peed on the bed" (I cant stop laughing writing this)

(I wouldnt comment on his um depression cause cant we have a genuine fluff headcanon?)

✧Chuuya

⤷A pure good boy

⤷He doesnt like to disappoint you which is honestly cute and concerning

⤷I think he might as well get valadation issues.

⤷And anger issues. He is just built that way

⤷"YOU DONT UNDERSTAND MY PAIN" Phase

⤷Probably had a jewellery obsession phase in middle school. But you wouldn't blame him, everyone has concerning phases in middle school.

⤷You and him have movie nights.

⤷He gets annoyed when you give him a goodnight kiss on forehead, but secretly love it.

⤷As a kid, he would prob try to hide his crying whenever he got hurt, but you could see his eyes holding back tears. You just look at him and go over him, holding his hand while kissing it, saying the boo-boo while go away. (He thought you had magical kisses to heal wounds till 6th grade)

⤷He might as well have nightmares, but that doesnt stop him from waking you up at the middle of the night, (even though he will hesitate) and sleep with you.

⤷Kid! Chuuya would probably love playing dress ups and now he regrets it because everytime he finds an old albumn, he will see himself in a pink tutu.

⤷He was once being bullied in school because of his height, and he kicked the guy in his nuts. #neverbeensoproud You gave him icecream as a treat.

⤷You accidently caught him drinking wine when he was a teen in highschool. Now you have two options, either go bizzare or drink with him.

✧Akutagawa

⤷ 10/10 had an emo phase in middle school

⤷You once opened his music app and well you know...

⤷He doesnt like when you waste money on him, like why are you even buying him merch of his favorite band??

⤷He doesnt speak much with you, he is a quite kid of the school.

⤷He aces his test, like full?

⤷Yeah even he got validation issues, but severe.

⤷Okay but why can I imagine him as a kid, he would probably enter your room in the middle of the night [he gets scared or nightmare occurs] and just stare at your sleeping figure questioning whether to wake you up or not. Ofcourse, being a parent you became a light sleeper, so imagining your kid staring at you at the middle of night is something-

⤷He believes EVERYTHING you say. Monster in the closet? Monster under bed manifesting if he doesn't sleeps? YES EVERYTHING.

⤷My little baby just needs a lots of hugs.

⤷Okeh buts its honestly so sweet of him to try bake a cake for you when its your birthday.

⤷He can cook, he can clean he can cough

⤷He would randomly come to you and give/get a hug from you while you try to process why your 'don't touch me' kid was hugging you

⤷He might as well be stealing eyeliners from you or buying it secretly.

⤷Also you regret opening his search history. (Don't ask)

A/N: AHHHHH I know this is like short and stuff but I literally have angst ideas at the moment and seeing the fandom condition i am speechless. I mean you all just made #bungou stray dogs trending on tumblr. P.s Chapter 109 made me loss my ability to write.

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plistommy · 28 days

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”Where have you been, young lady?” Steve snapped with his arms on his hips.

Their daughter, Grace, who had just turned sixteen had been out till 2 am and Steve wasn’t having any of it.

He had stayed up the whole night for her. Waiting around nervously and wondering if she’d even show up, but then the front door had opened quietly and he finally let out the breath he was holding as he stood up from their living room’s couch.

It wasn’t like him or Eddie were strict parents, but a girl her age wandering around in the middle of the night wasn’t safe. Anything could be creeping around. Men, women or faceless creatures who’d shred you to pieces…

A loud groan snapped him out of his thoughts.

”Geez, Dad. Don’t ’young lady’ me.” Grace stepped out of her shoes and Steve had to keep back from pouting at her attitude.

”I’ll young lady you all I want, Grace. It’s the middle of the night and I was scared you’d gotten hurt!” Steve hissed while following her around until she got to the fridge and drank the rest of her old coke can.

She sighed before throwing it away and looking up at her dad with her brown eyes.

It was like staring back into a mirror.

”I was at Jess, okay? Do I need to explain myself to you everytime I go and see my friend?”

Steve wrapped his arms around his chest and raised a brow at her.

”With Jessica? You know I’ve told you that she’s not the best influence on you. I heard that she sells drugs, Grace, that's a dangerous business.”

Grace had to hold herself back from rolling her eyes as she made her way to her room, Steve following right behind her tail.

”I don’t need your option on her. And that’s not even true!” She groaned.

”And, why do you even care if she did? Didn’t Dad also sell drugs when he was younger?” She snapped a bit harder and that’s when the door to her parents room opened and Eddie walked out, looking between the two.

”What’s going on?” Eddie murmured, dark hair on a loose ponytail as he stepped closer to the other two, eyes tired but it was clear he hadn’t slept either.

”Dad is freaking out over how I got home late because I was at a friend’s house and is now telling me I cant hang out with Jess!”

Eddie turned to give Steve a look.

”Okay, hey, I didn’t say you can’t hang out with her.” Steve answered, big brown eyes frustrated that his daughter was twisting his words. He was just trying to protect her.

”Well, I’m sure you’d be fucking glad if I didn’t!” She snapped and glared up at him, making his eyes go sad.

”Hey, let’s all calm down now,” Eddie interrupted, stepping between them. He wasn’t liking his daughter’s tone and he knew he had to intervene, especially because Steve’s breathing was getting quicker from his anxiety.

”I’ll talk with your Dad and you go ahead and go to bed, peach.”

The silence stretched for a while before Grace nodded and walked to her room, closing the door with a loud thud behind her.

Eddie let out a sigh and turned to Steve who was hugging himself, nails digging into his forearms painfully.

Steve had been anxious all night because he didn’t know where their daughter was.

He tried to explain it was just the thought of her getting drunk or hurt, but Eddie knew it was the fear of the monsters that lingered in Steve’s mind.

”What if they come back and take her?” Steve had once cried when Grace was only five months old. He had had a bad nightmare about everything that happened back in Hawkins, how Eddie had almost died in his arms and he’d woken up with a cry as he searched for Eddie and Grace.

Eddie had told him they wouldn’t as he rocked Steve back and forth in his arms, Grace sleeping peacefully next to them in her crib.

He’d told him that the upside down was gone, that nothing could hurt them anymore, but he knew it never left the back of Steve’s mind like it never left his either and tonight Eddie could see it coming back to the surface again.

”Sweetheart…” Eddie whispered and slowly took Steve’s hands into his as the other tried to hold back tears.

”I was just worried, I—” Steve tried to say, but Eddie hushed him while wrapping his arms around him and letting the other cry into his shoulder.

”She’s only acting out. She’s okay, she’s just being a teenager.” Eddie reassured him and he felt how Steve nodded, but the other still let out small sobs.

”Dada?” a little voice called from behind them and they turned to look at their five year old son, Tyler.

”Why are you crying?” He asked, small hands coming to hug Steve’s leg and big brown eyes looking straight up at him with worry.

Steve wiped his eyes and crunched down to pet his head softly, ”Nothing’s wrong with me! Dada was just cutting some onions.” Steve gave the other a big smile.

”In the middle of the night?” Tyler asked after a beat.

Steve didn’t know what to really answer, but then he felt Eddie’s hand on his shoulder and he felt the tension leave his body as the other answered for him.

”Dada was making Daddy some food. I got reeeeeally hungry!” Eddie explained while petting his stomach a few times.

”Daddy looks funny!” Tyler giggled, but it soon turned into a big yawn.

Steve smiled as he stood up, but before he could go and take their son to bed, Eddie kissed his cheek and told him he’ll do it.

When Eddie got back after Tyler finally dozed off, he found Steve already laying in their bed, but he knew the other was still up. So, he went to bed too and hugged him before giving his shoulder a soft kiss.

”She loves you, you know that, right?” Eddie said and Steve was quiet for a while before he turned around and faced Eddie, a small frown in his lips that Eddie kissed away.

Steve let out a small laugh and moved closer to Eddie.

”I know.” He answered, ”I just… I hate all the sneaking around and getting home late, y’know? It makes me really worried.”

”It’s not like you didn’t do it, Steve. If I remember right, you were letting me fuck you one night so late that your mother was livid when you got back home because you didn’t join her fancy party—”

”Shut up! The kids could hear you!” Steve panicked and threw a pillow at him.

”I’m just saying!” Eddie chuckled, ”But I get it, baby, I do. I don’t like it either, but she’s a smart kid. She knows how to take care and protect herself.”

Steve gave him a sad smile, which made Eddie caress his husband’s cheek tenderly, ”She has learned that from you. You're an amazing dad, ’kay? The best dad ever.”

Eddie leaned down to kiss the two dots on Steve’s cheek and sucked the spot to make Steve squirm and laugh under him.

”Stop it!” Steve tried to push his face away, but Eddie just leaned closer and attacked Steve’s neck now with hungry kisses. It made Steve pinch his sides as a payback.

They messed around for a while before Eddie finally backed off and cuddled Steve instead. He held him close to his chest, giving his neck small kisses as Steve finally started to relax in his arms.

”You’re an amazing dad too, Eds.”

The next morning when they both woke up, they smelled food and got up to investigate, only to find their kids in the kitchen. Tyler was perched on a chair while Grace was doing some eggs and bacon, laying them down on four different plates with some berries next to them.

She turned around and set them down to the table. When she glanced up, she saw her dad’s staring back at her from the doorway and she smiled nervously.

”Morning… I made some breakfast.”

”Smells amazing, Gracie.” Eddie smiled and came to ruffle her hair as he walked past her to get some coffee from the pot. All black with no hint of sugar or milk.

Grace turned to look at Steve now, nervous about his reaction and clear sadness in her face. She felt guilty.

And Steve knew that. He did, too.

He took a slow step forward, stopping in front of her.

They stared at each other for a while before Steve pulled her into an embrace and she immediately relaxed, hugging her dad tighter while Steve petted her head.

”I’m so sorry, Dad…”

”Oh, sweetie. I’m sorry too.” Steve smiled and kissed his daughter's head, ”I should’ve not acted like I did. I’m sorry.”

”No, I get it, Dad, I do! I promise not to scare you like that anymore. I will tell you where I am the next time, okay?”

”Pinky promise?” Steve asked and it made his daughter giggle as she leaned back, eyes a little wet. She pulled her pinky out and Steve did as well.

”Pinky promise.”

Tyler giggled and Eddie pinched the boy’s cheeks, smiling at the other two once they came to sit at the nicely set table with delicious breakfast in front of them.

Their daughter has wanted to be a cook since she saw her first ever cooking show on TV at the age of four and every food she made was always amazing.

”I added some strawberries since I know those are your favorite, Dad.” Grace said when Steve took in his plate of breakfast with a big smile.

”Where did you get them?”

”Auntie Robin brought them to Gracie this morning!” Tyler said happily with a mouthful of food.

”Ohh, did she?” Eddie laughed and it made Steve grin when Tyler giggled a small ’Yes!’ back.

Steve made sure he'd give a big hug to Robin when he sees her later that evening at their shared shift.

Grace blushed and demanded everyone to dig into their food and shut it. Which they did, but not before Eddie and Steve gave each other a kiss, making their kids gag.

”Dad’s!” Grace groaned.

”Sorryyy!” Eddie wiggled his brows teasingly and wrapped his tattooed arm around Steve’s waist, holding his husband close to him.

Eddie still knew how to make Steve blush even with the smallest little touches. Steve felt so safe with him.

As they all ate their breakfast in happy silence, soft music playing from the morning radio and the sun starting to shine behind the unopened blinds, Steve felt at peace.

He had his family here. Together and safe.

Nothing would be better than this.

#Parents Steddie #💕#I have never written my ships as parents but never say never #LOL #I actually really really like this #Some angst and fluff but it’s just so soft #at ao3 too!#This was an old draft of mine #So now I finally finished it #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things #Dads Steddie #steddie fandom #steddie fic #protective eddie munson #sad steve harrington

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how do you think clarke would have let lexa know she still had feels for her and loved her if they hadn't had to separte, they had more time together. im really curious was it sometime during the night clarke lays awake and cant shake the feeling she just needs lexa, like really needs her affection rite down to the core or would it be clarke just randomly kissing lexa because shes being all heda and she just cant help herself. i mean come on we all know lexas not going in for the kiss first this time she said she wouldnt and she all afraid of clarkes boundries now.

Ya know. That's actually a good question. And I think if you asked a dozen people in the fandom you'd probably get a dozen really different answers, but I think in my mind and just how Clarke conducted herself, I don't think she would've gone for it any time soon without there being a tipping point.

Because the thing is, Clarke is stubborn. She is bull-fuckin-headed. God love her, she's a precious little shit. Ya just wanna firmly sandwich her face between your palms be like, ".... let some shit go sometimes. Also, you're allowed to want things for yourself. Now stop bein' a dick."

So with that understanding - that she is stubborn and will hold a grudge wuh-haaay past when it's time to let it go - I have to say that no I don't see her really being completely and openly honest with Lexa about her feelings until given a clear impetus to be so. There always had to be a push for it to happen.

Having to go back to Arkadia and possibly never seeing Lexa again, seeing Lexa so resigned to the fact that they may never again get to have that kind of closeness or intimacy in their goodbye (as fleeting in that moment as it felt), knowing that they may never see each other again or if they do it could potentially be on opposite sides of the battlefield, the fact that it was Lexa who pushed forward and let slip "That's why I—..."

Those were all a storm of emotions that emotionally pushed Clarke into acting on her feelings.

Without that, I don't think she would've done it any time soon.

Because it was obvious Lexa had already done damn near all she could to earn Clarke's trust back. Clarke even understood the choices Lexa had made by that point. Had literally mirrors them herself despite, stubbornly 👀, trying to push the blame off onto Lexa's shoulders as a coping mechanism. They were rebuilding all the pieces of their relationship, but every 2 steps forward, Clarke would always take one step back. She always kept that distance. Always keep Lexa at arms distance.

This scene right here is the epitome of Clarke being Clarke

I mean goddamn girl. They had just spent the afternoon together. Clarke had sat and physically comforted Lexa after her nightmare. She'd drawn her sleeping and held that trust in such a vulnerable state. And yet, when Emerson attacked and Lexa moved to not only protect her but to comfort her by merely touching her and helping her up, Clarke recoils and harshly rejects her. Leaving Lexa startled, and confused, and hurt despite her immediately accepting the rejection, because... well, look at what they had just shared. That afternoon, those moments, they had meant something.

But that's just what Clarke does.

It's just who she is when she feels like her trust has been broken. Despite all the pieces being there for Clarke to move on from the anger she was already having a hard time hanging on to anyway, she still did hang on to it, because she's a stubborn little asshole (affectionate... mostly) in that way

That being said... if they were given A Lot more time for Clarke to pull her head out of her own ass and move on and actually allow herself to be happy within this world of chaos, I think it would've been more of a moment of Lexa just being Lexa, rather than Heda, that would've finally knocked down those few remaining bricks in Clarke's wall.

Because, while I think Clarke was attracted to Heda and Lexa as Heda and all that she embodied in those moments, truly I think Clarke fell in love with Lexa as just a person. The girl beneath the armor. And, imo at least, I think that's an important distinction to make. And I think it was an important distinction for Clarke too.

So do I think it would've been some moment of Lexa being entirely ~too Heda~ and Clarke just smooching her face off? Honestly, no. While that would've made for a fantastic moment to watch 🥵, I actually think it would've been a quiet moment of Lexa just being Lexa. Her saying or doing something with more meaning or emotion or vulnerability than she normally does. A moment of her showing Clarke yet another piece of that girl hidden beneath the sash of her duty that just hit her like an arrow right between the cracks of Clarke's already crumbling resolve.

But either way, emotional or situational, there'd always have to be a tipping point.

#anon #clexa #that moment when clarke yanks away from her and Lexa looks so startled and deflates a little #fucking destroys me every time #i just want to hug her and tell her it'll be ok #maybe give her little sweet treat or something idk

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Can you do head canons for Ao lie, swk, mac and Redson for when they have their kid with Y/N?

Of course! I myself haven't thought about that all that much so this is intriguing

Anyways!

Ao Lie!

That little kid is the joy of his life

He brings them everywhere he can and pouted when he cant

He is the one to do the diapers and stuff like that cause he doesn't kind a little bit of filth

Brings home trinkets for the little thing all the time

Almost gave the toddler a glass statue before you took it away and taught Ao Lie that toddlers can't really know stuff can break or how that cane break

Like when the kid plays with his hair and tries more hairstyles

You have photo albums dedicated to all the hairstyles your toddler gave your husband

Wukong!

Very very very anxious about the kid

He knows how mortals can break and baby proofs everything

Even the ceiling

But he spoils the little thing

He's got enough fuck you money to last generations, why not spend a bit?

You have had to talk him out of getting the kid an expensive car when the kid showed an interest in Transformers

But he always comes back with gifts after his travels, you guys have a whole ass room dedicated to it

(spoiler it's the trophy room)

But is a very attentive parent when he is around, always spending as much time with his child as he can

Macaque!

Like Wukong, he is a very anxious

But he's not gonna put up walls around his kid

As soon as the kid could walk, he slowly started to introduce some self defense skills to him

To jab for the belt region and to fight as dirty as you can to get away

But other times, he taught the kid to read people and slip into the shadows

They would spend hours shadow portaling to places so see the sights

The kid is very spoiled in that regard

He would cook delicious food for them, making their favorites as often as he could do the kid wouldn't get sick of them

And would watch ever single episode of his kids show with them

Every one

Really is the quality time parent

Redson!

The kid is treated like royalty cause duh

Spoiled soooooo much

But Reds does teach her child good attributes as well as some humility in situations that call for it and deal with intruders (as ofc the kid getting kidnapped for ransom is gonna be a problem)

Reds doesn't let their kid get away with being a little shit tho, and does correct their behavior

And absolutely loovvvesss teaching the kid how to build stuff

Let's the kid help with bringing tools like wrenches and screws

And shows them how things work alot

And, in secret, sneaks into the kids room at night to just watch them sleep

He just likes to see the kid safe and sound

And when the kid is tossing and turning because of nightmares, she softly tells the kid stories of her father and mother, of their own exploits to calm them down

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk x reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk sun wukong x reader #lmk macaque #lmk macaque x reader #lmk red son x reader #lmk redson #lmk ao lie x reader #lmk ao lie

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iblameashley · 11 months

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More König stuff.

Y'all gave me another mental illness.

Headcanon W/ Civilian | Male | Gay | Mildly NSFW

Please don't roast my ass for my terrible attempt at Soaps accent. I'm Canadian and did my best, besties.

(König)

He prefers to date outside the military. He tried dating other guys within the special forces, but found it more stressful.

Everyone tends to be smaller than him, so he's leaned into his short-kings.

Loves chubbier guys.

Worried you wouldnt like him because of his facial scars. Or the bullet wounds in his arms, chest and abdomen. He was taken aback when you didnt even flinch when you first met in person.

Has a hard time verbalizing his thoughts to his partners, but will leave notes everywhere. Usually simple "I love you." or "I miss your smile." notes are left for you at the beginning.

Flexes his hands when nervous. It gives him something to focus us when he's having an anxiety attack.

Nothing calms him down faster than you putting your fingers at the base of his neck and gently caressing him.

When he does become more verbal with you - usually after several months - he will stutter and stammer when he talks. He gets so excited to tell you about his day, or how much he missed you, etc, that he cant get it out fast enough.

Giving? Receiving? Yes. He has no preference when it comes to sex. The first time he had sex with you, you were bent over a table, and it took the better part of an hour just to get him in. But he was fine to take his time, he wanted you to enjoy it as much as he did.

He is big, yes, but his cock isn't massive. He's thick, and a little over 8" uncut.

He is very much into after-care. He scooped you up in his arms after the first time and carried you to bed. He loved to give you kisses and ask you how you feel, if you're OK, what you liked, didn't like, and would like to try.

He loves to sleep with his head on your chest. He also loves how you play with his hair as he's laying there.

He does have nightmares. The first time it happened he was so embarrassed and tried to leave. You wouldn't let him. That's when you started playing with his hair to calm him down.

You tried for a while to get him to wear his Balaclava while he fucked you. He denied it every time, and said he wanted to keep that part of his life and you separate. You did manage to convince him to wear a face-mask you bought.

You cook him breakfast every-time he stays the night. He always stands behind you as you cook and wraps himself around you. "Smells great." He says. You aren't sure if he means the food, or you. Likely both.

He cleans up the kitchen after you eat. You've told him he doesn't have to, but he says he's used to it and doesn't mind.

When he has something important he wants to say or ask you, he'll pace around the room. You've had complaints from the down-stairs neighbour about stomping.

He loves to carry you. Will swoop you up in his arms randomly so he can stare into your eyes and give you a kiss. But only in private.

He has a hard time showing affection in public. It makes him anxious. But if you really want to hold hands, he will tough it out.

On particularly bad days he will go to the shower to cry. You know what he's doing, but give him that space. When he finally emerges, you always tell him you love him and give him a kiss.

He. Is. Such. A. Nerd. And he only shows that side to you. Star Trek? Star Wars? BSG? Yes. Hes watched every episode and movie and quotes them often. Also very much into old-school Gundam and model kits. Gaymer.

He once spent the whole day re-organizing your closet. It was amazing and you loved it. When you asked why, all he could say was "I just wanted to."

Need something cleaned, moved or tossed? He's your man. You barely have to get the words out and hes on it.

You only ever see him smile around you. In the few times he's interacted with other people, he always reverted to his resting-bitch-face. When he wasn't wearing the face mask. It helped his anxiety in public.

He never used to like bubble baths, but you changed his mind. He would come back from deployment tired, sweaty and sore. So you drew him a bath and washed him down. It became a habit, and something he looked forward to.

He had an unplanned coming out to his squad mates. You two were on a date around town when they happened to be passing by. When they asked who you were, you tried to come up with something on the spot, but König just blurted out "My boyfriend." In a matter-of-factly tone.

The one wearing a skeleton face mask looked at you and just gave an affirming nod. The one with the Mohawk looked like he was about to have a stroke. "Yae gay?" He asked. König nodded. "Ane yae ne'er told mae? I spenn months try'nae set yae up with women, ane yae said nottin?!" König shrugged.

You learned through his squad mates his favourite colour (Pale Blue), and foods (Mostly German, to no ones surprise) and that he actually had a bad sweet-tooth. You learned to bake for him.

When you had stuffed him (full of food!), you'd both flop down on the couch and binge-watch something. He'd lay down on your lap. Your hands would work their way up his shirt to caress his stomach.

#cod #cod mwf2 #cod 2022 #König #Konig #LGBTQ #Gay #Boyfriends #Dating #Headcanon #konig x male reader #mw2 #mw ii

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