#crying watching him fall asleep because i want to hold him so bad

[lampriformity]

i miss my boyfriend

#i love him #crying watching him fall asleep because i want to hold him so bad #i love him so much #my prince #my moonlight

[mrsbarnesblog]

i need help

summary: Rafe has a breakdown and he finally asks for help

word count: 1.4k

warnings: angsty and fluffy?, crying, mentions of drugs and alcohol, ward is the worst father (this is ward’s hate space btw💋)

a/n: I just want to baby him. so yeah, soft/clingy Rafe again because apparently, I can’t write anything else right now🙂

You were sitting on Rafe’s bed, patiently listening to his firm footsteps on the staircase. The room was dimly lit only by a lamp from the nightstand and you fought back an urge to fall on your back and fall asleep with your face in his pillow. 

Yet the harsh and cold voice made your head clear of your thoughts and you finally noticed your best friend walking into his own room. 

“What are you doing here?” Rafe grumbled at you as soon as he slammed the door, turned the lock and turned around, only to see you sitting on his bed.

“What?” His bloodshot eyes were burning holes into you and you innocently blinked at him, not understanding why he was acting so weird.

“I said, what–”

“Don’t yell at me.” You interrupted him calmly. “We wanted to hang out; it’s been a few days since it was just the two of us. You never complain when I come here.”

“Ye-yeah, fuck…sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You watched how Rafe started pacing around the room, pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes. He was almost shaking, his hair looking like a mess, and you would’ve thought that he was on the verge of tears. “I’m not in the mood right now, okay? We’ll do it another time. Can you leave now? I– I need to be alone.”

“No, Rafe, I’m not leaving. What happened?” Your brows furrowed, concern and nerves bubbling inside of your body as you watched how your friend and the guy you had a crush on was slowly breaking down. 

“Nothing. Nothing happened, Y/N.” He mumbled, still not staying in one place. “Just go.”

“I told you no.” 

 “Why can’t you listen to what I’m fucking telling you?!” Rafe snapped, stepping closer to you as if he were trying to scare you away. Yet you remained still in your place, not even flinching. Your brows shot up in silent question,  eyes were glued to his face, and especially to the way his own eyes became more glassy and watery with every second. “Fuck, fuck—I'm sorry, I’m so sorry. I don’t want to yell at you.” 

“Then don’t. You know I hate it when you’re doing it, Rafe.” You continued calmly. “Sit here and tell me what happened. I see that something’s wrong. It’s been that way for a long time, right? You’re acting differently… C’mere.” You patted the bed near you, giving Rafe a reassuring smile. 

“I don’t know what to do, Y/N.” Sitting near you on the bed and holding his head in his hands, Rafe spoke so quietly that you could barely hear him. “I’m going insane. I have issues and nobody hears me.” You slowly, as if you were touching a wounded animal, put your hand on his back, slowly moving it up and down. 

“Tell me. I’m here and I hear you. Please tell me what’s going on.” You tried to sound as soft as you could, moving a little bit closer. “You know you can trust me.”

“There’s something wrong with me. I— I have thoughts in my head that I don’t like. They’re bad. They’re wrong. I don’t want to be violent or feel these things inside of me but I c-can’t stop. They’re stronger than I am and sometimes they’re messing with my head.” Rafe’s voice cracked at the end and you felt the violent beating of your heart in your chest. He sniffed a few times, desperately trying to be strong in front of you and to hide the disgusting things that were eating him up alive. 

“Are they dangerous to others or to you?” 

“Both.”

You slowly nodded, processing the information and trying not to show the way it actually freaked you out. Did you know that Rafe struggled with anger and was not everyone's favorite person? Well, yes. He was nothing but sweet to you, though. You saw that he was a nice person, with a good heart. The only thing that he wanted in return was to feel needed, important, and loved. 

And you always gave it to him. 

But realizing that there were problems so much deeper and that he was now screaming for help because he could not live like that anymore made you wonder how you could be so stupid to not notice the signs earlier.

“Did you talk to your dad about it? Maybe anyone else? Or is it just me? ” You finally reached Rafe's face with your hand, turning him in your direction. You’ve never seen him even shed a tear, not to mention the state that he was in right now and it was shocking how much it hurt you too. The look in his pretty eyes was so desperate and so hurtful that you felt sick.

“He told me to man up. Cool, right? Can’t even do shit without disappointing him. I–I said that I have problems, but he just ignored it. He told me to rest and that it'd be okay.” He smiled at you, even though tears were still freely streaming down his face. “I just thought that maybe once he would hear me. See me. Not Sarah. I’m so fucking tired of it.” He shook his head and looked down. “So it’s only you. Nobody really cares about me anyway, so...”

“Oh, Rafe… Come here.” He wasn’t resisting when you dragged him closer to you by his arm. No, instead, he wrapped his arms around you as if his life were depending on it. You hugged Rafe back, slowly lowering both of you on the bed, until he was lying almost on top of you with his face in the crook of your neck and your fingers slowly brushing through his hair.

What you noticed is that Rafe was always cautious with physical contact. Sometimes it seemed like he tried to be closer to you, sit near you, or casually play with your hands or hair, but the next day he was completely dispant and hesitant. 

It was obvious that now Rafe lowered his guards; he let you see the damaged parts of him and he craved your touch because it was the only thing that could ground him. 

“I need help. I’m tired of this shit in my head, and I don’t want to continue ruining my life with alcohol and drugs…but it just calms everything down for some time and I don’t know how to come out of this circle.” Rafe sobbed harder, his arms wrapping around you even more, until you were closer than you'd ever been before. Your own eyes were filled with tears, but you refused to show them. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being such a disappointment. P-please don’t walk away.” 

You knew about Rafe’s lifestyle, but despite your words, he always made it seem like not a big deal, like something fun that he does at parties. Though now it was obvious that the facade that he had built was slowly falling down and drowning him in it too. 

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Rafe. It’s not your fault. But you do need help, darling.” You whispered, pet name rolling from your tongue faster than you could’ve processed it. “It’s important that you understand it. And I’m not leaving. It’s the last thing that should be in your head.”

“I do. I want to get clean. I want to be normal. I just don’t know how.” 

“That’s okay. I’m here for you, yeah? Your dad may not hear you, but I do and I’ll help you. We’ll figure it out together tomorrow, okay? Now you need to rest a little bit.” You reached the end of the bed, dragging a duvet and covering both of you with it. Rafe didn't move an inch from your warmth.

“You promise?”

“I promise, Rafe. You mean a lot to me; you know that, right? More than you think.” You whispered, soothingly brushing his blond hair again.

“You mean a lot to me too. More than you think.”    

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe x you #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fluff

[erwinsvow]

it’s like you were put on this earth to bother rafe.

everyday, without fail, come some sort of request—rafe, let’s go get coffee. rafe, i want ice cream. rafe, i wanna go to bed. he tells you to go to bed and you whine immediately after, letting out a faint “not alone! not what i meant!” before he rolls his eyes, one huge hand settling on your hip and the other one on your back, throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to bed. 

once you finally get him there it’s all laughs and giggles and avoiding his gaze, getting shy again, refusing to tell him what you really want. he rolls his eyes and gives it to you hard, like he knows you need it, so you’ll fall asleep and let him finish his work in silence. and it works—for a few hours, that is. then you're up again, usually with more requests.

“rafe, they’re having a sale.” you fiddle with your R pendant, the way you always do when you want something and can’t find the words to just ask for it. for a girl pawing at his dick and begging for it raw half the time, you get awfully shy. 

“so? how many fuckin’ clothes do y’need?” 

“you’re the one who keeps ripping ‘em up! not my fault-”

he rolls his eyes, running a hand through his hair.

"knock it off," he says, coming out louder and more frustrated than he meant.

then he watches you quiet down and scroll on your phone, biting your cheek. he thinks he messed up and made you cry. he feels bad the second it's done, because there’s definitely some pretty, tiny dress pulled up on the screen that you want to show him. 

he knows how your brain works at this point—you want him to get it for you, take you out to a cute dinner so you can wear it and then have him yank it off of you later that night. you won’t ask for it though, there’s your shyness again. 

you feel bad when he actually does buy you anything more than a six-dollar latte or a big ice cream that you can’t finish.

"what're you looking at?" he finally asks, not even a minute later, looking at your body resting on the complete other side of the bed now.

"nothing."

"you gonna do this right now?"

"do what?"

"just show me what you want."

"no, it's nothing. i'll just ask my other boyfriend for it, it's fine-"

before your sentence is finished, he's already on top of you, squishing your cheeks together, pinning you down. he stares into your eyes, maybe expecting tears, but they don't come. instead you look... satisfied. satisfied with yourself for riling him up like you wanted.

"yeah? other boyfriend?"

"jus' a joke, rafey." your voice comes out all quiet and squeaky since he's holding your face tight. your eyes are big and wide staring up at him. he hates that he's getting hard right now. he lets you go, rolling off and feeling your body sink into his bed.

“get your ass in the car.” it comes out as a statement, not a request. you comply immediately, leaning over to give him a wet, sloppy kiss before stumbling out of bed to grab your shoes. he gets up too, looking for his keys, when you come right back to give him a hug. you press your head against his chest, arms wrapped tight around his neck, eyes fluttering shut, breathing in his scent.

“thank you, rafe,” you murmur against his shirt.

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” he starts, but you don’t miss the way the tops of his ears are flushed with pink. “get the fuckin’ address for that place out-”

he does take you out to dinner, a cute place where he pulls out your chair for you and holds your hand in his on the table. he gets you flowers that match the color of your new dress, which are resting in the backseat of his car now. he kisses your cheek when he helps you put your jacket back on. then he slaps your ass when you’re getting into the passenger seat of his truck, because now it’s his turn to have fun with that dress.

later that night, close to sleep, you paw at his arm and ask for ice cream. the two of you are on the road five minutes later. he turns his head at the red light to watch you lick your cone. then you hold it up to his mouth so he can have some too, smiling and laughing when he takes a big bite.

he's starting to think he likes when you bother him for stuff.

#i lied! couldnt sleep #what is this? who knows #i just love him #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

[pseudowho]

The Widow's Keeper

(help me find the Higuruma artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

Marrying again after losing your husband in Shibuya was never part of your plan. Then, Higuruma Hiromi came along.

Warnings: Character death, grief, angst, fluff

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A hysterical shriek-- a frantic cry for a man long dead-- rang through the bedroom, enveloped in the dark warmth of night, and broke down into anguished sobs. A soft shout of alarm, and hurried reassurances, sobs muffled, hands stroking, soothing, kisses on foreheads.

Hiromi held you to his chest, his pyjama top damp with your tears, his eyes gritty from sudden wakefulness. You cried away your grief, still so raw, replaying over and over in your dreams-- taunting you with 'what if's and 'if only's. Hiromi's nose nuzzled into your hair, both arms tightly holding you lest you fall apart against him, mumbling his sweet love in humid little breaths to your head.

It had been a while since you had dreamed of Nanami Kento, he pondered, rocking you gently from side-to-side. Dead and buried for almost 4 years now, Hiromi had married you and your trauma, your loss, your fallen love. He had taken you as the package you were, a complex parcel, and the mother of the second love of his life.

Little footsteps approached the door; little hands, cautious against the cool wood, pushed it open with a squeak.

"Mummy? Daddy? Is it a bad dream? You woke me up," grumbled your little girl, blonde and brown-eyed, with sharp delicate features. You sat up hurriedly, wiping your eyes and plastering on a damp smile. As you began moving to get out of bed, Hiromi laid a gentle hand on your thigh, kissing you on the temple.

"I'll take it from here," he hushed, and you sniffled, threatening tears again, "go back to sleep. I love you."

Planting a watery kiss to Hiromi's lips, you laid down in bed, burrowing your nose into his pillow, his smell, always feeling your adoration for him with the sting of guilt.

Hiromi scooted to the door, his loud shuffling footsteps pretending to be sneaky as he scooped his daughter up in his arms, nosing at her with deliberate snuffles. She giggled, batting him away, capturing his face in her little hands, slanted eyes narrow and delighted.

"Back to bed, little one. Your teddies can't sleep without you." Hiromi's playful bargaining wasn't needed, his daughter half-asleep in his arms already, while her arms wound around his neck to snuggle her head under his chin. By the time he had tucked her back into bed, she breathed soft snores, her bed still warm from the nest she had made.

Hiromi crouched by your daughter's bed, watching her, committing all of her features to memory; never this small, ever again, he thought, bittersweet as she grew, blooming. He stroked her hair, nursing the stale guilt of feeling he had stolen this life from another man, and feeling so deeply undeserving, so ashamed because of it.

While Hiromi knew his daughter-- your daughter, Kento's daughter-- more than Kento ever would, there felt to be an impenetrable wall to his love, an absence of a blood bond, stolen away from a man who did not want to leave his wife, and had not even known he was to become a father. Hiromi felt responsible, as if he had spirited you both away himself. He did not deserve to hold you through your grief; he did not deserve to be daddy.

Planting a last kiss to his daughter's forehead, a long-fingered hand stroking blond flicks out of her eyes, Hiromi tiptoed to the door. He hesitated for a moment, then tiptoed back. A brown teddy with its familiar, well-fiddled-with and far-too-large-for-teddies yellow leopard-spotted tie, belonged in his daughters' arms, and not on the floor.

Padding back to your bedroom, a thief in the night, the sheets played a gentle susurrus over your bodies as Hiromi tangled his legs through yours, lying on his back so you could tuck across his chest. You slipped a hand under his t-shirt, travelling up to his chest to stroke its patch of downy black hair. Hiromi's fingers tangled through your hair, examining the whorls of your ear, rolling your earlobe in thought.

"I'm so sorry," you hiccuped into Hiromi's chest, and you heaved with sobs when his reassurance began before you had even finished apologising, his arms tightening around you. He cupped your face in his hands, tilting it, look at me, come on darling, please, look at me.

Hiromi held your face, your cheeks squashed and blotchy with tears in his palms. He felt a trickle of disgust with himself run down his throat, as he stole his role as your hero from Kento, "None of that. You know you don't have to apologise for anything--"

"But I love him," you sobbed, voice cracking with devastated guilt, feeling like a filthy liar, a cheater, a bigamist, "I love him so much and I want him back, but I want you, Hiro, I-- I--" Hiromi nodded, still gazing into you, hooded dark eyes like little embers in the night. You felt a surge of appreciative, grateful love as he drank down your proclamations of love for another man, and wanted you anyway.

"If it were the other way round," Hiromi started, slow and deliberate, "if it were me who had died, and Kento loved you after...I would trust him completely to carry the torch for me. To give you two everything that I wouldn't be able to give."

You wept again, your face and chest aching, loss heavy in your soul. Hiromi kept you close, tethering you, repeating in a tender mantra; "You can love us both. You can love us both, because we both love you. You can love us both."

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"I...I'm not very good at this sort of thing."

Hiromi's words fell weakly, unanswered by the dead. Nanami Kento's grave was pristine under the hands of his many friends, his lover, his students, those he had saved. He was popular in death as he had been in life; not inundated with true friends, but awash with bannermen and admirers, those who aspired to be like him, and those who aspired to be liked by him. An admission of guilt writhed in Hiromi's chest, bursting out in one strained cry.

"I can't feel sad that you died," Hiromi spat, disgusted not with Kento, but with himself, "because if you hadn't died, I wouldn't have them, and I'm a real piece of shit--"

"No you're not," a friendly voice drawled to Hiromi's left. Hiromi froze, eyes wide and paralyzed, dread creeping through him that someone had heard his biggest shame--

"-- and Nanami wouldn't have thought so, either. I bet she was the last thing he thought about-- worrying about her, who would look after her. He'd be happy. For her to have a good man. Like you."

Ino Takuma leaned down beside Hiromi, speaking a brief prayer above Kento, a wrapped, spotted blunt blade harnessed onto his back. Placing some fresh flowers down, he stood up again.

Hiromi and Ino were silent together amongst the rustling willows, the smooth dappling sunlight, the whispering babble of the shallow river. Ino rocked on his heels, smiling, hands pocketed. Hiromi hung his head in shame.

"You can...you can feel both, Higuruma. Regret for him dying and leaving her, and...and loving her, I guess. You're not a bad person. I bet she beats herself up for marrying again, right?"

Hiromi swallowed, nodding quickly after a breath's pause. Images flitted across his mind-- you, resplendent in your gown. Your daughter, so solemn on her big day, scattering petals down the aisle. Your earnest kiss, your joyful dancing, your gracious speech. Your wedding night breakdown, holding you in a hot bath in innocent intimacy, folding your lingerie away in favour of a soft nightdress, nothing expected, nothing lost, in life and in death, in sickness and in health.

"You've just...you've just got to be his wingman, y'know?" Ino stated, arms crossed up behind his balaclava'd head, "You and Nanami...you're both her husband. You're both my niece's dad. So big him up a bit for us, huh?"

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"Hey, dad?"

Hiromi leaned round the fridge door, crows feet crinkling around his eyes as he popped a cube of cheese into his mouth, busted.

His daughter smirked at him, fine eyebrows raised under a smooth honey-blonde fringe. As tall as Hiromi, leggy and sarcastic, Hiromi didn't so much tell this young woman off now, as get savagely roasted by her dry wit. Hiromi took it with all of the frustrated joy of a father trying to parent a young woman with unparentably excellent traits.

"Cheese?" Hiromi offered, flicking a cube deftly at his daughter. She caught it, seamlessly, eyes narrowing at him. For all the bravado she was putting on, Hiromi knew she was putting it on. He headed over, pulling her to him with one arm, blonde head against black-grey head.

"Penny for them?"

She sighed, and began: "Did you...meet him?"

Him. Ah.

"I did not," Hiromi admitted, "but I know he was exceptional. Your mother has wonderful taste." He accepted the slap to his arm, well-deserved.

"I can never...I don't think I'll ever be as good as him." Hiromi's heart swelled and ached for his daughter; he felt an odd kinship, one of them in such a powerful shadow, one of them in such enormous shoes. Hiromi nodded, his throat thick.

"You're right," he said, his daughter's lips puckering up in grim acceptance, looking at the floor, "your dad was a hero. He protected the weak when nobody else wanted to. He took on the messy jobs with nothing more than a glass of whiskey and your mum's love behind him. He was funny, kind, patient, empathetic... he was the best of the best. The best sort of man. He's a legend even now."

"So, no, sweetheart, you're never going to be as good as him," Hiromi turned to his daughter, cupping her high-cheeked face in his hands, pressing her to look at him, "you're going to be better. You have all three of us in you, and you carry it so well."

Hiromi's daughter let out a dry sob, refusing to let tears fall. She sniffled, pulling close to Hiromi, letting herself be held. Rubbing her nose and pulling her hair behind one ear, she reached behind her onto a chair, revealing a black, rectangular handled case.

"Uncle Ino gave me something, today," she started, unclipping the case, "he said it was dad's. I thought I...I want to use it. Like he did."

Hiromi gazed fondly down at the blade of legends, white wrapping yellowed at the edges with age, but still just as deadly. He smiled, and your daughter relaxed into his wordless reassurance.

"Yes. Absolutely. It's the only...you're the only one who could do this old thing justice, now," Hiromi pressed, eager to hold Kento and his child together across the impenetrable veil of death, "but I have to warn you."

His daughter glanced to Hiromi, anxious. He took a deep breath, and continued;

"Your mother will cry when she sees this."

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A few tears slipped out while I wrote this.

#jjk #kento nanami #jjk nanami #kento nanami x you #nanami fluff #jujustu kaisen #kento nanami x y/n #kento nanami x reader #jjk fluff #higuruma hiromi x reader #jjk hiromi #hiromi x reader #hiromi hiromi hiromi #higuruma hiromi #higuruma x reader #jujutsu kaisen higuruma #jjk higuruma #higuruma #higuruma angst #higuruma fluff

[medium-rare-bimbo]

Mean! Perv! Eddie x innocent reader thinking time + some small perv! Steve too

♡Masterlist♡

MINORS DNI

May contain dub con

༺*:ﾟ･✧･:*:ﾟ･♡ readmore ♡･ﾟ:*:･✧･ﾟ:*༻

♡ Eddie letting you hump his naked cock

♡ eddie trying to convince you to just let him put the tip in only to slam himself inside you

♡ eddie taking pictures up your skirt, panties, no panties, his cum leaking down you thighs. He has a box full of all the pictures

♡ LOVES sucking on your clit likes making you cry from overstimulation, likes hearing you beg for him to stop because "s'too much!!" Only for you to tug his hair back into place when he tries to pull away

♡ gets you high just so he can watch you unknowingly hump him, his pillow, your teddy bears, his hand or anything you can press your pretty little pussy against

♡ softly spanking you with his rings when you're high accidentally smacking your pussy making it all puffy and sore, him being sooo sorry and kissing it better

♡ him convincing you that he cant deal with his blue balls and may die if nothing gets done about it just so he can fuck you stupid

♡ getting you to wear cute little plugs, jolting when he roughly pulls you into his lap. Feeling it wiggle inside you as he pulls you into him

♡ having a picture of his hands over your boobs in his locker

♡ cumming into your milkshakes and watching you happily drink them

♡ putting one of his rings on a spare chain and making you wear it as a necklace

♡ making you watch porn with him only for him to tease you as you get flustered and rub your thighs together

♡ pulling your hair when you dont behave /when he wants your attention

♡ calling you up at the dead of night just to have phone sex, him sneaking into your room when you cry to him that you cant cum by yourself and you need him to do it for you

♡ using your panties to jerk himself off, wrapping one over his jerk and stuffing his face in another then returning them to you and making you wear them

♡ probably brags about you to steve and shows him pictures of his cum on your stomach, his hands on you thighs, his cock in your mouth. Makes steve so jealous when he tells him that he trained you to cum for him only "cant even make herself cum"

♡ maybe he invites steve over and makes you sit in his lap, his hands holding you legs open, as you show steve what hes been craving.

♡ eddie letting steve finger you as you wither in his lap, probably makes you unknowingly insult steve

~ "that feel good baby? Stevie making you feel as good as I do? Is he better then me hm? Gonna let him make you cum?"

"No no no s'not better than you nobody 'better than you, not making me feel good like you do only cum f'you j-jus' you eddie"

"Yeah? Only cum for me? Ya hear that harrington? Better pick up the pace you're practically making my girl fall asleep"

"Well see about that munson"

♡ pins you down as steve finger fucks you, whispers dirty thoughts into your ears licks up the tears when you cry into his neck

"S'not enough eddie, need you- wan' cum so bad please- need t'cum"

"Aww but Harrington's got you baby, he not making you feel good?"

"Feel good jus' need more please"

♡ makes you face him as he arches your back so Steve can fuck you, watches you as you cling to him begging for release

♡ makes you cum when he rubs your clit, his rings feeling cold against your puffy clit and pushing you over the edge making you squirt on Steve's cock as he holds eye contact with him. He smirks as steve grunts and cums on your back

♡ little did you know he made a bet with steve prior, if steve could make you cum without Eddie's help he'd get $35.

♡ calls steve over to your house just so he can fuck in view of the window while where steve can see all of you

♡ pretends to fuck you whenever you bend over to pick something up

♡ purposefully shrinks your clothes so they stick to your body

♡ makes fun of you

"You cant do that baby, you're too dumb for that"

"You think you can take me all? Really? You're so greedy"

"Told you that I was too big, look you've gone and hurt yourself thinking with your pussy like always"

♡ tattoos his name above your cunt

♡ makes you suck him off while he drives

♡ DnD roleplay is a big thing for the both of you costumes and all, you're a princess who gets bred by eddie the banished as revenge, pinned down and collard as he takes what's his

#eddie x reader x steve #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader

[fcthots]

jason x depressed!reader with "Do you want me to wash your hair?"

You're in your bed, trying to take a nap. You were exhausted, but couldn't fall asleep, and even if you did, it wouldn't go away. Picking up your phone and seeing all the missed texts and calls made it worse. The tv was on some show that you used to love, but now it was just pissing you off. Sleep wouldn't come and everything was making you upset or angry, but you also felt numb. Everything was stupid and you felt trapped in your own head.

Until you heard the door open.

You weren't worried about it being an intruder or anything. Jason made sure your apartment was equipped with oracle approved safety measures when you moved in, but that meant that there were very few people it could be.

You don’t move from your spot, only your eyes and greasy hair peeking out from the blankets. Maybe you didn’t have the energy to get up and run to the bathroom to get ready, but that doesn’t mean you particularly liked anyone seeing you this vulnerable.

He gently opens your bedroom door. The lights are off so he can't tell right away if you're awake or not. He squints until he spots your eyes watching him. He sighs.

His footsteps feel louder than they are. You avert your gaze from his and instead focus your eyes onto his feet walking closer to you.

When he finally makes it to his destination, he doesn't look at you right away. "I'm gonna turn on the lamp."

You shut your eyes and reopen them after you hear the click of the lamp. You squint at Jason's feet again.

His voice holds no judgment or accusation. "Why weren't you answering your phone?"

You want to respond, you do, but you have no excuse to offer him. Your mouth feels heavy with the weight of your guilt. You worried him. He has other things to do and now he's checking on you because you wouldn't pick up the fucking phone and send one text message. And why? Because it was too stressful for you?

He lightly peels the covers back from your face.

"Come back to me. Don't lock yourself up in there. I'm not mad. You didn't do anything wrong. Stop trying to punish yourself."

You finally look at his face in order to squint at him in faux offense. He knows you too well.

He trails his thumb gently up and down your arm. "You good to answer questions?"

You think about it for a minute and nod, despite the fact that you don't exactly feel like like answering questions, afraid of what they will be, but this is Jason after all. He's always mindful of your limits. The hand stills.

"Cool. Do you know how many days it's been since this started? Ballpark?"

You avert your eyes. You feel shameful for not telling him when it started, knowing he asked you to tell him when it happens.

He starts trailing his thumb again. "Try and stay out your head for me. I promise I'm not mad, I'm just trying to figure out how bad the episode is."

You sigh. "Three?" Your voice comes out cracked from disuse.

He watches his hand move against your arm. "Close enough, although I think it may have been 4 days, maybe 5."

You grunt in acknowledgement.

He sighs, not out of exasperation, but in thought. "Do you want me to wash your hair? Like in the sink."

"No. The rest of me is gross too, I don't wanna wash just my hair."

"Well do you feel up to a full shower?"

You feel like you want to cry, but you won't. "No...but I don't want to just wash one part. I don't wanna use all the energy I have left only to get one thing done, but I don't have energy for the rest."

He softly brings his hand to your face. His thumb trails over your cheekbone. "That sounds overwhelming" after a beat, "and exhausting."

You groan and try to hide yourself under the covers, dislodging his hand.

He peels the covers back again. His voice holds sincerity. "How about I give you a bath then? You don't have to do any of the work. I'll do everything. How's that? Sound good?"

You take a moment before tentatively nodding your head.

Jason takes his time helping you up. He supports most of your weight which seems silly because you can technically walk just fine, but you don't pull away all the same. His arm feels warm around your waist as you walk.

"I'll make you something to eat after you get out, assuming you haven't eaten in a while." He's right. You nod. Something eats away at you.

Your steps get slower as you feel heavier with guilt. "You know it won't fix me, right? None of it can." You don't look him in the eyes as you speak.

You watch the furrow of his brows from the corner of your vision. He stops walking so he can look you in the eyes. "I don’t care. I don't care if I have to do this every day for months at a time. I don't care if I have to cook every single meal for you. I'll do all of it and more because I care about you."

"I'm already too much of a burden, I won't allow you too do that for me"

"But you can't make yourself do it right now so what's the plan? To rot away? No. Not happening. You are not a burden. I want to help you. Let me help you."

For him, you'd do anything.

#saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #saph’s thots #red hood #jason todd imagine #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #red hood imagine #anon #angst #jason todd angst #hurt/comfort #jason todd x reader angst #red hood x you #red hood angst #red hood x reader angst

[sleighhethereal]

• so like

• the little ones around the mountain would get groomed by Wukong atleast once a month.

• it's just, the sight of it getting into their eyes really bothers the shit outta him.

• because we all know Wukong takes care of himself, such as; shaving his eyebrows, managing his fur, probably does skincare like cucumbers over his eyes and putting vaseline over his lips.

• so he'd make schedules for each little monkey and groom them.

• but

• the little guys hate it, they hate it so much.

• Wukong would struggle so much cutting their long fur, since the little ones would squirm really hard and he had to buy a little muzzle so they wouldn't bite him.

"Just a little— hey, heY! No biting, be grateful! You hafta look up just to see a goddamn flower!"

• Wukong always feels bad doing it because the little ones would whine like they were crying, but like— he barely touched them, so he doesn't know what to feel.

• here comes you, saving the day, because he asked you for help— promising to just fetch you via cloud.

• the plan was simple, you'd hold them while he snips at their long hairs.

• you once asked him why couldn't he just summon like ten of his monkey clones to assist him, but he'd always make up some excuse like..

"I mean, you're already here and my head hurts, ya know? Using my power just drains me, you don't want to see me in pain, do you?"

• gives you the sparkly-eyes like a wet dog

• he just wants to spend time with you but he'd never say it seriously.

• it was actually funny seeing him scold the monkeys for moving too much, or threatening to bite him.

• you'd hum the little ones silly little Disney songs or random lullabies to distract them from the razor's buzzing, since that seemed to stress them out, causing them to struggle.

• it was fun, just the two of you hanging out.

• when you guys were done after a few days, Wukong would build up courage to ask you out on a few outings... dates, if you wanna call them that.

• all perfect until Macaque decided to join for no damn reason.

• i mean, there is a reason, Macaque wants you too.

• Macaque would accidentally push Wukong into one of his shadow portals and offer his help to you.

"OH MY GODS, MACAQUE!"

"What? He's fine, he's many times immortal. He needs exercise every now and then. Enough about him, did you miss me?"

• he'd say it so sweetly as Wukong would zip back to his mountain, wet and angry because Macaque just dumped his ass into the ocean.

• that piece of shit. Macaque knows what he's doing.

• he never knew why but the little ones are always much more calmer with Macaque.

• they'd barely move and sometimes they'd fucking fall asleep.

• you didn't even need to do anything.

"Just sit still and look pretty. Now tell me, baby, how was your day?"

• fuming Wukong

• Wukong would just pout and grumble as he watched you and Macaque converse, hearing Macaque's little hidden insults about him- but you didn't know.

• they'd fist-fight when you leave, yelling and throwing insult here and there. they'd never fight in front of you, atleast not physically.

• would pinch and poke each others sides while you weren't looking, lightning struck inbetween their eyes as they fought for your attention.

• at the end of the day, they'd definitely work together to make you happy— but that doesn't magically make them get along, no.

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie king #lego macaque #lego wukong #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid sun wukong #sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #sun wukong x y/n #monkie kid macaque #lmk macaque #six eared macaque #macaque #liu er mihou #macaque x reader #macaque x y/n #grown ass monkeys fighting over you #you know this but dont do anything #because its funny watching them quarrel

[v4mp-wife]

What if you and Levi rescued a baby on a scouting mission?

You're in a village taking out some titans, most people got eaten, some ran away. After you take out all the titans, you and the squad are searching for any survivors and you hear crying coming from one of the houses. You look around to see if you can spot Levi anywhere to call him over but you can't, he must be somewhere else. You go into the house to get the baby but you see someone already beat you to it. And that someone was Levi.

He was holding the tiny human in his hands and rocking it in an attempt to calm it down but it wasn't working. His brows furrowed in concentration as he tries to figure out how to calm the baby down. You watch in silence before saying anything. The scene is so precious.

You quietly approach him and place your hand on his back to let him know you're there. "Hey." He turns to look at you, he's frustrated that he can't get the baby to stop crying but he also can't be mad at it. He can't Imagine what it could've witnessed, the loud noises of the titans, the screams. "Need help?" You ask him. He looks at you then back at the baby before he grunts. "Yeah", he does need help. You scoop the little thing in your arms and hold it close to your chest, you sway a little from side to side and start humming softly. Once the baby picks up that it's not in danger it starts to calm down and the screaming ceases.

Levi is in awe. He didn't know you were good with kids. He had been struggling with it for so long and the second you took it in your arms it calmed down. He quickly snapped out of it though, he knows neither of you have time to take care of a child. "The kid counts as a survivor, we have to take it back. We can drop it off at one of the shelters." You agree. As much as you want to stay with it a little longer, you still have a job to do.

You were down for the rest of the day after handing over the kid. "How did you get attached to it so quickly." He said it more as a matter of fact way instead of a question. "What?" You reply, you'd been out of it, only thinking about what must have happened to the kids family and its well being. Levi is no fool, hes well aware that you were upset because you had to let go of the kid so quickly. "Come on." He says with a sigh. He doesn't wait for an answer and stands by the door of your shared room. You raise an eyebrow. What is he doing? "Do you want to see the kid or not?" You excitedly get up from the bed and follow him out.

The walk to the shelter is silent, but he can tell by the look on your face that you're happy. The corner of his mouth curls up slightly into a smile. He's glad you're happy.

You hold the little baby in your arms as you play with it on a chair. Levi is leaning on the wall next to you, watching silently. You look so at peace and happy with the kid. At one point you get up and tell him to play with it while you go to the bathroom. He does as he's told, taking the little one in his arms and trying to keep it entertained while you're gone. He doesn't really know what to do so the baby ends up getting bored and falls asleep. The sun was setting and he realized how tired he was. It wouldnt hurt to rest his eyes for a bit. It was just him and the kid anyway. He sat down on the chair and closed his eyes as he waited for you to come back. You return shortly after, adjusting your clothing as you walked not quite realizing what was going on before you. "Sorry I took so long, I couldn't find the..." you trailed off when your eyes landed on him. His head was hanging slightly forward and the baby's head was resting on his chest. He looked so peaceful, it was adorable. "Mm..." He grumbled as he opened his eyes. He looked up at you squinting, taking a second for his vision to adjust. "Ready to go home?" You ask him as you take the baby. "Yeah." Maybe it won't be so bad come visit the kid every once in a while, he though.

That was until he got home and realized it had drooled all over his uniform while it was sleeping.

#levi ackerman x reader #dadvi #levi fluff #i love him so much #and yet again i got carried away #it was supposed to be something short #<- me when i lie

[lovebugism]

for fictober, can I request steve and shy!reader with the prompt “I’ll stay until you fall asleep”? maybe a hurt/comfort, steve comforting reader after a bullying incident at school?

thanks for requesting angel! this can be read as a part two to this fic!! — steve comforts you after a no good, really bad day (tw for mentions of bullying, established relationship, hurt/comfort, 1.6k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Steve waits for you in your childhood bed while you cry in the shower.

The day had been hard to you. Like a fist. It hit you hard in the gut and left a dark, splotchy bruise in its wake.

You’d been too tender to turn Steve down when he asked to come over. Still aching, you thought he might make it better. He did, in a sense, but one person can only do so much. The dark spots of you were too gloomy for your own personal sunshine to brighten.

Steve knows all this — not because you’ve told him, but because he heard you trying to hide it.

He got lonely and almost went into the bathroom with you. He thought he could sit on the counter while you showered, keep each other company and whatnot, but then he thought he heard you sniffling.

His heart ached at the thought that you might’ve been crying, alone and away from him. 

It breaks entirely when he sees you.

“Hi, pretty,” he greets in a quiet lilt when you exit the bathroom, drowning in one of his baggy t-shirts. 

A puff of floral-scented steam follows behind you as you dry your dripping hair with a towel between your palms. Your eyes are glassy and your skin is tinted a redder shade — from the heat or from the hidden tears, he can’t quite tell.

“Hi,” you answer, as quiet as usual. Your voice is meek. Tired. It wavers on the edges, still stained with lingering emotion. Steve doesn’t know why you’re keeping it from him.

“Took you awhile,” the boy singsongs with a crooked grin. It’s not a question, just an observation. He doesn’t want to pry so hard you shut down.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just got… distracted, I think.”

Steve huffs a faint laugh. The mattress squeaks when you sit on the edge of it. He rises from the pillows to take you in his arms. He doesn’t pull you any closer, though, only holds you. He smooths a warm palm up and down your back with one hand and rubs circles on your thigh with the thumb of the other.

“It’s okay, babe. I do that all the time. I just missed you, you know?”

You nod, slowly and mostly to yourself. 

He thinks you might say something, then watches you lose focus a second later. Your wet eyes glaze over with a faraway look. You get lost in your own head, rubbing the towel in your hair with absentminded hands.

“Hey…” Steve hums softly to you, ducking his gaze to find yours. His scruffy face swirls with concern. “You feel okay?”

A beat passes. Your eyes widen when you realize he’s talking — talking to you. It sounded like he was shouting at you from underwater. Like he was calling you from Earth while you sat on the rings of Jupiter. 

His hands are on you, but you’re lightyears away.

“Hmm?” you hum finally.

His smile widens, though it’s lined with worry. “You look a little spacey there, babe,” he tells you with a halfway-forced chuckle.

Your cheeks are aflame with embarrassment now. There’s nothing you can keep from him.

“Sorry…” you murmur.

“Stop apologizing,” Steve laughs, soft but still firm. “We talked about that, remember? You don’t have to be sorry for everything.”

You don’t know what to say, so you shift awkwardly and repeat, “Sorry…”

He decides not to scold you for it this time. Mostly because he knows there’s no point, but also because you do look sort of sick. You’re sunken in and paler than usual, like you’ve died and come back to life since he last saw you.

“You sure you’re okay?”

You nod, even though your chin quivers. “Yeah, I’m okay,” you assure him, voice cracking like delicate glass —  fragile with the burning tears gathering at your waterline.

Steve deflates just like you do. “Babe…”

You weren’t going to cry. Really, you weren’t. You’ve mastered the art of biting your tongue and blinking at the ceiling until the need to weep has passed entirely. But something about the way he says it makes your heart break. It’s been hanging on a thread all day, in your defense.

He says it like you’re made of glass — like there’s no use in hiding because he can see right through you.

You break accordingly.

Your face pinches together. You take a wavering breath in. You’re still trying to keep it together in front of the boy who’s eons out of your league already, but the tears spill over before you mean them to. You put your head in your palms in a feeble attempt to hide there. A sob tumbles from your mouth.

Steve’s heart wrenches. Like your pain is his own. You stab him in the chest when you cry, then twist the knife when you jerk away from him when he tries to comfort you.

“No, don’t,” you snap, then sniffle as you wipe your teary cheeks with the backs of your hands. “‘M just being a baby—”

“No, you’re not,” Steve interjects before you can be cruel to yourself any longer. “Just— Just let me hold you, yeah?”

When you don’t refuse, he tries again. He wraps his arms more intently around you, pulling you to his chest and pressing his nose into your still-drying hair. He can tell you’re trying hard not to cry — between broken breaths, sharp sniffling, and muffled sobs into your palms. 

His eyes squeeze when they start to burn. 

He doesn’t know why you’re still hiding.

“It’s okay to cry, you know? I do it all the time.”

“Over nothing?” you bite with a venom spat mostly at yourself.

“Yeah!” Steve answers with a boyish chuckle. “I worked the graveyard shift the other night and realized I didn’t finish the laundry when I came back home. Had to pout about it like a twelve-year-old for an hour until I finally got up and did it”

You don’t mean to laugh, still a bit miserable in your way, but the visual is too funny not to scoff at.

Steve feigns offense, though he’s chuckling right along with you. “What? Crying’s a good stress reliever! One good sob fest, and you’re good to go.”

You sniffle and wring your hands in your lap. “It just… It makes me feel sorta weak, you know?”

“Crying?”

You nod. Your cheek rubs the soft cotton of his sweatshirt. Your throat wells with tears once more. “And everything already thinks I’m weak, and… I don’t know— I don’t want everyone to be right about me, I guess.”

“You’re not weak, baby,” Steve murmurs, then presses a kiss to your hair as he sways you back and forth. “You’re soft. That’s totally different.”

“Doesn’t feel different.”

“I know,” he hums sympathetically. “But it is.”

You don’t say anything. You just nod. 

“Do you wanna talk about it? The Nothing?”

You decide to be honest. There’s no use in hiding when you’re made of glass, you figure.

“The basketball team just kept staring at me all day — and laughing,” you confess, face crumpling up again. You feel as little as you did back then. “They were making a real big show of it, too, you know? Like that wanted me to see it.”

Steve burns for you. Grief ebbs into rage and turns his chest to ash. His gentle hold on you never wavers, even though his hands tremble with withheld fury. “Jason?” he wonders softly, jaw tense.

You shift, unsure of how to answer. “I mean… yeah, but he wasn’t— he wasn’t actually doing anything. ‘Cause he knows he doesn’t have to do anything.”

“Fucking douchebag,” Steve mumbles through gritted teeth.

“He hasn’t been bothering me or anything. He’s just…”

“A fucking douchebag?”

“Yeah,” you answer, laughing quietly to yourself.

“I’ll talk to him,” Steve assures you, though it’s mainly for himself. “Shoulda know he was too much of an idiot to listen the first time—”

You shake your head against his chest. “No, Steve—”

“—I bet he’s at practice right now. The basketball team usually drills in the gym during football season, so—”

“Steve, don’t,” you interject, sitting further up but staying wrapped in his arms. He looks like Heaven and smells like woodsy cologne and fresh autumn air. It heals you accordingly. “Just leave it, okay? I don’t— I don’t want it to be a big deal like it was last time.”

“You can’t just let him treat you like shit, babe,” Steve argues, chiseled features sharpened into hardened points. “I’m not gonna let him treat you like shit—”

“I can handle it on my own,” you assure him, still gentle in your way but so suddenly stern. Your doe eyes swim with it as you blink up at him.

Not weak, just soft.

Steve concedes with a small sigh. He relaxes into you again, pulls you back to him, and presses his lips to your hair. He doesn’t kiss you. His mouth just lingers. “What can I do then, huh? How can I make you feel better?”

“Can you just stay with me?” you wonder in a mousy whisper.

“Of course,” he scoffs like the answer’s obvious.

Your cheek rubs against his chest when you tilt your chin to peer up at him. “’Til I fall asleep?”

Steve’s rosy lips tug into a crooked grin. “A sleepover, huh? That’s even better— can Steve Bearington come, too?”

He nods over to your dresser where your childhood stuffy sits. He’s beige and fuzzy, older than you are and obviously well-used. You stopped sleeping with him around the time you found Steve. Being held is much different than the holding, you found.

“His name is Theodore, and no, he’s not invited!”

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #st drabbles #stevie drabble #event: fictober!

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

For Travis. One of the kids is having a hard time with him leaving for a trip. Crying, screaming, clinging to him - breaking his heart

Savannah always had terrible seperation anxiety, even as an infant. She was a typical daddy's girl, and he always had to be in her sight or there would be tears and tantrums that only he could console. As soon as she learned to walk, she became Travis' shadow, following him wherever he went.

At that age it was a little easier to distract her when he had to go to games or travel- out of sight, out of mind; but this was the first season where she understood that his career took him away from her quiet often, and she was struggling with nightmares and sleep regression whenever he wasn't home.

"Daddy, where going?"

Travis placed his jacket in his suitcase before turning to the tiny voice that was whispering to him, finding Savannah standing in the doorway, her pajama pants hiked up around her knees, messy hair hanging in her face. The toddler rubbed her sleepy eyes, her plush dinosaur tucked safely under her arm.

Travis picked her up in his arms, pulling her close. "Nannah, I just put you to bed. What're you doing up?" He always waited until Alex and Sav were in bed to start packing for an away game to try to make it as inconspicuous as possible.

"I have bad night nights", she whined out on the verge of tears. "Oh, baby, its okay. I've got you now. He gently rocked her back in forth in his hold as he paced the room. You peeked your head out of the bathroom, where you were getting ready for bed, to see what was going on. "What's wrong, babe?"

"She had a bad dream", Travis mouthed to you quiet enough that Savannah couldn't hear him. You gave him a sympathetic look, knowing this was breaking his heart. You knew this was just as hard on him as it was on your daughter. There were so many times you basically had to push Travis out of the door because he didn't want to leave.

You carefully pushed the hair out of Savannah's eyes, her lashes fluttering as exhaustion set in. "Do you wanna sleep in Mama and Daddy's bed tonight?" She gave you a weak nod, clinging onto Travis even tighter. As soon as they climbed into bed, she was laying on Travis' chest, falling asleep to the rhythm of the rising and falling of his chest. "I'll finish packing for you", you whispered, Travis giving you a thankful air kiss.

The next morning, you got up early to say good bye to Travis, who was dragging his feet as he ate breakfast and got ready to leave. The kids were still sound asleep, Savannah still in your shared bed. "Don't even think about it", you warned, catching the flash of distress on his face as he got dressed. "She'll be fine, baby."

"She wouldn't let me go last night. Every time I tried to lift her off me she started to cry, even in her sleep."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, Travis' hands finding your hips. "Alex went through this same thing, too, remember?", you scratched the back of his head with your nails, something you always knew calmed him down. "She's just going through a phase, but I promise you, she'll be okay. You need to focus on the game, baby."

"I know, I know", he admitted with a huff, giving you a kiss gentle kiss on the kiss before letting you go. You watched as he put on his jacket and gathered his bag. "Give them all the kisses for me, okay?"

"100 each. You got it", you said with a wink and one last kiss.

Just as Travis reached for the door handle, you heard the pitter of tiny feet coming down the hallway. "Daddy!". Savannah had tears streaming down her face, her nose red and snotty as she ran up to Travis. You let out a sigh as he picked her up, Sav wrapping her tiny arms tightly around his neck.

"What's wrong, baby?" Travis rubbed her back, but it did nothing to console her. "You were leaving me?", she asked between sobs, haphazardly wiping her face with the back of her hand. "I've gotta go to work Nannah, just for a little while."

"Daddy has to go play football, Sav! He's gonna go play with Uncle Patrick and Uncle Chris."

"They can play without me", Travis muttered out, but you shot him a look not to start that. "C'mon, baby, we'll have breakfast with Alex and then we'll watch Daddy on the TV on Sunday, okay?" You reached for her, but she pulled away nodding her head. "I want Daddy". She tucked her face in the crook of his neck, continuing to cry, pools of tears wetting Travis' sweater.

"Hey Nannah", Travis said in his gentlest tone, setting her down on the ground. "Remember when we went to the game last weekend with Nannah and Papa, how fun that was? and how much of a big girl you were with your own seat, cheering me on when I played?" She nodded with a sniffle, holding onto his hands. "Well, I have to go play somewhere else so other kids can watch me play too."

"Big girls like me?", she asked, with an inquisitive tip of her head. Travis chuckled, realizing she was starting to understand as much as a three year old could. "Yes, baby, just like you, and I need you here to watch me on TV and cheer for me, okay? I can't win without you."

"Okay, I cheer for you, Daddy!" Travis couldn't help the grin on his face at seeing her perfect little smile. "Okay, give me a kiss." He grabbed at her playfully, peppering her face with kisses as she giggled uncontrollably. "That's my girl."

"Don't forget mama, too. She needs kiss." Savannah said, running over to you.

"Of course, I could never forget mama. Goodbye, babe." He gave you a third kiss, this time, your lips linger together a little longer. "Bye, I love you."

#travis kelce #travis kelce fanfic #travis kelce fanfiction #travis kelce imagine #traviskelce #nfl imagine #nfl fanfic #nfl fanfiction

[mishellii]

♢ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ♢

ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ, ꜱᴀꜱᴜᴋᴇ, ᴋɪʙᴀ, ꜱʜɪᴋᴀᴍᴀʀᴜ, ɴᴇᴊɪ & ᴋᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ

a/n: sooo my first headcanons yeiih!! this just came flowing out of me while watching boruto tbh because i'm delusional lmao,,,, anyway, very self indulgent as always :) ignore typos pls i cant spell aaaand enjoy xx

likes & reblogs appreciated <3

warnings: none! SFW :) not proofread

masterlist

♢ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ᴜᴢᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ♢

✿sUCH a messy sleeper

❀he'd toss and turn throughout the whole night, ending up somewhere completely different than where he fell asleep on the bed

❀matching pyjama sets !!!

✿especially seasonal ones, he adores them

✿BLANKET HOGGER !!!

❀but not on purpose really, he just pulls it with him due to all his movements

✿u always wake up with it either on the floor or him laying atop of it

❀sometimes he hits u with his elbow or his feet, but pls don't tell him he WILL cry

✿just push him away, boy will not wake up under any circumstances

❀the both of u alWAYS cuddle when falling asleep

✿the usual position is with his arms around your waist, legs thrown over ur own and his face resting next to ur shoulder

❀for that exact reason he's a BIG SPOON !!

❀so so quick to fall asleep, and wakes up after u as well

✿but not at all groggy in the morning !! he's energetic from the second he opens his eyes and sees u preparing breakfast

❀overall just the softest boyfriend ever

♢ꜱᴀꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴜᴄʜɪʜᴀ♢

❀now thIS dude sleeps like a corpse

✿he's not particularly prone on cuddling u, but he fairly enjoys having ur head on his chest and feeling ur fingertips draw circles against his skin

❀he'd never admit it tho obviously

✿mostly wears a black lose t-shirt and some short sweats or sumn 

❀just comfortable all around

✿i'm a firm believer in the back position

❀laying flat on the mattress, one arm either around u, or both resting on his belly

✿light sleeper, if i may

❀takes him pretty long to fall asleep as well, but counting ur breath usually calms him and makes it easier

✿u make everything easier for him actually

❀doesn't really care about a blanket, it all really depends on what u prefer while sleeping

✿often awoken by nightmares, but won't ever wake u up or tell u the next day because he thinks it's embarrassing

❀refuses to leave the bed in the morning, but isn't moody at all just very quiet

✿always helps u make breakfast and makes the bed without having to ask him to

❀overall just a calm lover

♢ᴋɪʙᴀ ɪɴᴜᴢᴜᴋᴀ♢

❀without a doubt, a snorer

✿like IM SORRY LADIES but c'mon

❀but not annoyingly loud, just breathy lil snores

✿the problem with it is: he won't move an INCH away from u ever, he's all up in ur business while sleeping

❀doesn't matter how, he's always got to feel u next to him somehow

✿i take him as a sleep talker too, mumbling incoherent words against your neck which only make u laugh tbh

❀akamaru's got his own bed next to the two of u, but some nights he crawls in between ur bodies, practically suffocating u

✿you really don't mind on colder nights, but in summer kiba makes him get off, due to having such a high body temperature already and he doesn't want u to complain even more

❀wore a shirt and pants at the beginning of ur relationship

✿but now??? u'd have to FORCE him to wear anything more than boxers

❀hates when u don't want to cuddle :(( might as well kill him fr

✿why need a blanket when he has you??

❀doesn't leave the bed AT ALL in the morning, u literally have to grab him by the feet and drag him out of it

✿he's a sweetheart, really

♢ꜱʜɪᴋᴀᴍᴀʀᴜ ɴᴀʀᴀ♢

❀dude HATES cuddling at the beginning of ur relationship, me thinks

✿but fear not, it just takes a bit of convincing from ur side and he's in on it

❀but it's subtle touches really, like holding his hand or having ur feet intertwined

✿if u've had a bad day, he'd definitely play with your hair to make u fall asleep, he's not a diCK

❀grey sweats all the way !!!!!

✿rarely ever wears a shirt, except for when it's cold of course

❀he seems much more like a light sleeper than not, but he's so grouchy when something wakes him up it's a drag really 

✿has to be completely dark and quiet in his room or he won't be able to close one eye

❀always sleeps on the side closest to the door

✿big on talking about both ur days at night because he's a very private person and loves spending time with u ALONE

❀deep talk at 2am?? u can bet on it

✿forehead kisses!!! once u wake up and neither of u want to get up and start ur day

❀he's such an attentive lover in general, i'm actually going insane 

♢ɴᴇᴊɪ ʜʏᴜɢᴀ♢

❀oh my lovely boy

✿i feel like he wouldn't move a MUSCLE while sleeping

❀sometimes you have to poke him to make sure he's still alive

✿AHEM

❀a light sleeper foshou

✿also ????

❀he would 100% wait for u to fall asleep first

✿would always run his fingertips over your back to make you tired

❀unfortunately, the closest to cuddling u two do, is ur head on his chest

✿he gets sweaty quickly, so he'll often sleep without a shirt (which u don't complain about obviously) and that's the reason why he doesn't necessarily NEED body contact (in this situation only!!)

❀but HUGE PLUS he'll sweet talk you to sleep almost every night 

✿asking about ur day from begin to end

❀he wants to know it ALL

✿in general, he's really big on making you as comfortable as possible before bed

❀would even wait till the morning to go pee because you look so peaceful laying on his chest

✿don't mind him watching u he just thinks ur so pretty ok

❀u wake up to the smell of coffee almost every morning

✿overall, as we been knew, the gentlest gentlemen to perhaps ever gentleman goodbye

♢ᴋᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ʜᴀᴛᴀᴋᴇ♢

❀poor baby's the king of light sleepers

✿always ready to jump into battle and protect u if he has to, even if u convince him that ur safe and nothing's going to happen :(

❀casually wears a black tanktop and some sweats, mask and shinobi headband easily reachable on the bedside table at his right side

✿definitely enjoys u playing with his hair too much

❀he prefers to fall asleep with his head either on your chest or tugged just under your chin so he can hear you breathe and ur heart beat

✿he's so tragic oh my days

❀anYWAY light snores but only when he's REALLY gone and u rarely ever see him in this state so,,,,,

✿loves listening to ur stories before falling asleep

❀legs & arms intertwined and allathat 

✿you will never lay in bed without him picking up one of his books at least ONCE

❀it really calms him down u know

✿but start a conversation with him, and he's all urs, book long forgotten next to his mask and headband.

❀always wakes up earlier than u, preparing breakfast with said book between his fingers 

✿(he swears he'll close it once ur awake tho)

❀((he does))

a/n: AHEM i hope u liked it ???? pls tell me ??? AAAA i will see u beans next time bye bye xx

devider by @enchanthings

#it's 3am i should sleep #naruto #naruto x reader #naruto uzumaki x reader #naruto headcanons #naruto fanfiction #sasuke uchiha #sasuke #sasuke x reader #sasuke uchiha x reader #sasuke uchiha fanfiction #kiba inuzuka #kiba #kiba x reader #kiba inuzuka x reader #kiba inuzuka fanfiction #shikamaru #shikamaru nara #my MAN perhaps #shikamaru x reader #shikamaru nara x reader #neji hyuga #neji hyuuga #neji x reader #neji hyuuga x reader #neji hyuga x reader #kakashi #kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader

[sapphicmsmarvel]

Azriel: Nightmares

Azriel was no stranger to a nightmare. 

He was used to them interrupting his dreams, one of the reasons he never slept more than a few hours a night. 

But then you came along. 

You loved to nap and be sleepy with your partner. So he pretended in the beginning that he’d sleep, just to see you at peace. Just to be able to hold you and love you with everything he had. 

But then he eventually felt safe with you. Enough to fall asleep. 

His nightmares slowed, they weren’t as common if you were next to him. He actually was able to deeply sleep a few times, which made him happy but also worried him because what if something happened to you and he didn’t wake up? 

You had assured him his shadows would not let him sleep through that. 

A common occurrence was when he’d have the nightmare and wake up, he would just watch you sleep. Sometimes, he’d lay his head on your chest just to listen to your heart beat, and feel your breaths. It was soothing. 

He always tried not to wake you up. But sometimes, it couldn’t be helped. 

“Azriel!”

This time, he jumped out of the worst kind of nightmare. 

The one where you’re in danger and no matter what he can’t get to you. It’s reoccurring. You’re on the battlefield and dying in his arms and there is nothing he can do to stop it and it terrifies him. 

Then some nights, it’s your make-believe children. He can’t recall their names inside the dream, but he knows they are his. They are yours. 

Those are his two worst ones. 

Tonight, it was your faceless, make-believe daughter dying. 

Your babygirl. 

She doesn’t exist yet, but he already loved her with all of his heart. She doesn’t exist yet, and he wants to hold her to reassure himself she’s okay. 

But she doesn’t exist. 

He feels like his heart is breaking all over again.

He looked over at you, your eyes full of love, concern and empathy. Your voice, his siren song, pulling him out of the nightmare. 

He shattered. 

You pulled him into you, cradling his head to your chest. “What happened, baby?”

He sniffed. “The nightmare involved our child. She didn’t have a name but I knew she was ours. She didn’t have a face and I knew she had your eyes and smile. I tried to save her and I-“ His voice cut off with a sob and you rocked him gently. “I couldn’t get to her. It scares me. What if I’m a shit dad? What kind of dad can’t save his child?” 

You kissed his head, he felt wetness land on his scalp and knew you were crying. “I’m sorry i’m weak. I shouldn’t be crying like this.” He was going to continue but your voice cut him off. 

“You are not weak Azriel.” Your voice was hard as stone. Firm. 

He sobbed a bit harder into your chest. You held him even tighter. “I have the nightmares too.” You whispered, “it’s our child and I can’t do anything to save them. You’re injured and I can’t save you. Our children don't even exist yet, but I love them with all my heart already.” You stroked his head. “You are not going to be a bad father, you are the best husband, the best mate I could ever ask for. When our children are here, they will be loved and cherished. Their daddy will make sure they’re okay.” You kissed his head. 

His sobs had slowed down during your speech, just gripping you tightly. 

“You are allowed to feel scared, sad, anguish. These are human emotions that you are allowed to feel. If you do not feel them, it will build up. I am honored that you love me so much, I’m so glad you love our children that don’t exist yet. It just shows me how good of a dad you are going to be. I do not think you are weak. You are loved, protected and cherished.” 

He felt himself breathe deeper with more freedom. “You are safe.” You breathed as you felt all his tension leave him. 

For the first time in his life, he truly believed that. 

#azriel x you #azriel x reader #azriel spymaster #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #acotar x reader

[ohbuckysmetalarm]

Bucky Barnes SFW Headcanons

How I think Bucky would be in a relationship! 😊

Word Count: 560

Warnings: Just a bunch of FLUFF! Mentions of anxiety.

- On Sundays he loves to cuddle, watch Disney movies, and eat ice cream all afternoon.

- He always has to be touching you (holding your hand, playing with your hair, or having his hand in your thigh.

- If he’s gone on a mission for more than a week he has to FaceTime you everyday.

- He always makes sure not to touch you with his metal arm because he’s afraid he’ll hurt you. So you repeatedly kiss his metal palm after a nightmare to show him that you trust him.

- If you get triggered or anxious during a meeting he holds your hand under the table.

- When you’re sick he gets you lots of water and soup. He cuddles with you all day. You tell him he shouldn’t because he’ll get sick and he just says he doesn’t care because he loves you and wants to take care of you.

- If you’ve had a bad day he takes a nap with you in his arms.

- He loves when you wanna be the big spoon because that’s when he feels the safest.

- When he sees you looking in the mirror for too long he wraps you in a big hug and reminds you of how perfect you are.

- When you’re at a party he has to be with you at all times because one time a man flirted with you and it made Bucky feel so jealous. He never wants to feel like that again.

- He loves when you run your fingers through his hair while you’re watching movies or the moments right before sleep.

- He secretly likes it when you braid his hair when it gets long.

- Once he wakes up, he whispers his favourite things about you (which is everything).

- He secretly really loves when you beg him to go out and get ice cream with you in the middle of the night.

- When you and him babysit Morgan, he lets her put magnets on his arm.

- He loves watching you do the simplest tasks (plan for the week, research for a mission, or cook).

- He really wants to propose to you, but he’s afraid you’ll reject him.

- Anytime you interact with children it just makes him think about the future with you.

- Every time he sees you cry his heart breaks for you. He holds you while kissing your head.

- He loves taking you on old-fashioned dates (fancy dinner, flowers, and dancing) because it reminds him of the 40s.

- If he sees you zoning out he ask if you’re okay and then does something engaging (board game or swimming) with you.

- He wants to make you laugh as often as possible because in love with your laugh and your smile.

- Sometimes you call him “Bucket” just to mess with him. He ends up chasing you and tickling you until you apologise.

- When you wanna go out, but don’t know where to go, Bucky takes you to the roof and dances with you.

- On rainy days he loves to play 40s music on the record player he got a couple years ago for Christmas and begs you to read to him (he usually gets distracted when a good dancing song plays).

- He thinks it’s cute when you get frustrated with Sam.

- After you’ve had a nightmare he hums your favourite songs and holds you until you both fall asleep again.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x y/n #bucky #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky x you #bucky marvel #marvel #sebastian stan #headcanon #soft bucky

[rinvu]

⠀ ›››ㅤenhaffection — oneㅤ୧ ‧₊˚

summary enhypen hyung line and their small affection acts they make subconsciously ( maknae line version here )

pairing :: enhypen hyung line x gn readerㅤgenre :: fluff. headcanons. scenarios. ﹝ㅤwarningsㅤ﹞ food and weight talk on jay's part. word count. 1.1k ﹒૪ ﹒ published :: 07/16/23

ㅤ୨ lee heeseung ୧

heeseung loves to share his earphones with you to listen to music when you're crying. it's his way of comforting you if you're not in the mood of talking about whatever made you upset. you'd look at him with glistening eyes as he carefully puts the earphone on your left ear and you see him putting the other bud on his right ear.

he pulls his phone out and plays your playlist that contains every song you love, including his songs and covers. you hear a soft melody from a guitar and immediately know what was playing. "off my face" heeseung's cover of jb's song that's about a person deeply in love with their lover and has boundless admiration for them.

heeseung faces you, smiles softly and holds your hand. you hear his beautiful singing voice in your left ear and him humming to every beat of the song in your right. you began to shed more tears, flowing down your rosy cheeks, but not because of what made you upset. but because of heeseung. the immense love he has for you, it's overwhelming that it made you emotional.

heeseung turns his head to look at you sobbing again. he cups your face and leans his face closer to you. you'd notice how his doe eyes slightly quiver at this vulnerable sight of you. he would gently kiss your tears away as the next song plays.

even when your playlist was two hours long, heeseung is willing to stay with you until you calm down or doze off and forget about the worries you had. he's always willing to. for you and only you.

bonus: he would continue singing softly even when you are sleeping, laying your head down his shoulder and holding your hand securely.

ㅤ୨ park jongseong ୧

jay took a habit of feeding you no matter the occasion ever since the two of you started dating. it's his way of focusing on you and taking care of you.

everytime you watch movies with him, he would always bring dozens of snacks. potato chips, chocolates, cookies and all. with a pack of mini strawberry muffins on his hand, he offers you a bite as he keeps his eyes on the screen, paying attention to the movie. you try to take the muffin from him but he moves his hand, "no let me feed you." you take it anyway but as soon as it's too much, you scold him and he just sits there nodding and saying that he won't do it again. you start to feel bad for scolding him especially when you see him pouting, so you mumble to yourself, "it's cute though.. i guess i don't mind" and he smiles brightly, "come here~" and feeds you again.

he does it too when you're out with your friends at a restaurant. everyone looking at the two of you tenderly. with your other friend feigning jealousy with their significant other, "why can't you be sweet with me like jay is with y/n?" and you, with the sixth piece of meat in your mouth: "don't. i've gain too much weight, jay."

of course you joke about it. if in any ways you reject his food offers, he doesn't force you to eat it and sometimes eat the food himself. it's honestly his way to maintain an interaction with you, but if you feel like you've gained too much weight, jay will always remind you that you're still the same person that he wants to give absolutely everything to. even the whole universe.

bonus: "oh, there's no more muffins" jay pouts and you heavily sigh, "of course! you gave it all to me!"

ㅤ୨ sim jaeyun ୧

jake loves sharing his clothes with you. literally everything. you two share the same fashion style. it might be the smoothest move of his as your boyfriend to see you in his shirt or hoodie. he wants his clothes to smell like you only because he falls asleep to your scent that it created a habit of him giving you everything he has in his closet.

he possibly falls to reality when someone else comments on it, making him all flustered as he realizes that he can somehow presume that you are his lover and only his. the moment you say something like: “i love this perfume you wear” while sniffing his jacket, or, “this shirt reminds me of the date we had in the amusement park!" his heart just beats fast and he'd be like, "i love you" out of nowhere and surprise you with the warmest hug you could ever receive from someone.

oh, this boy would even brag about it just because he wants to show everyone that he's yours. when you're chilling in the living room in enhypen's dorm with the other members and out of nowhere, jake points out to everyone that you're wearing his hoodie. the others, especially ni-ki would sulk, since jake doesn't allow anyone but you to wear his clothes.

this poor boy won’t be able to lend you something again if it’s not with the biggest and brightest smile on his face. it just makes him so happy that from such a simple and involuntary action can arise reactions that make his heart flutter. the more you mention about it, the more he will take your opinion on account when buying new clothes that you will later wear as well.

bonus: as soon as jake is left alone in his room, he would wear the hoodie that you gave back to him. he'd sniff it and he'd instantly fall asleep soundly.

ㅤ୨ park sunghoon ୧

sunghoon finds joy in spoiling you with his money. although, he's not the type of person to flaunt his money, no. but he's the type of person to buy everything he can to make you the happiest person in the world. it just became a habit that he comes home everyday to you with a box wrapped in ribbons on his hands.

one time, you two were walking around the mall, window shopping. you find a really cute pair of shoes at this one store, but when you looked at the price, "crap, it's expensive" sunghoon would suddenly appear behind you, "i'll buy it" "what? no way." and sunghoon would grab the shoes, "yes way"

as soon as you two got home, sunghoon would be more excited than you to try out your new pair of shoes that he just bought. he would even help you pick an outfit that matches the shoes. then he'd take pictures of you, posting it on instagram with cute silly captions such as "bought my y/n new pair of shoes <3" or "look at my y/n!!! #slay"

if you ever feel burdened or if ever you feel guilty for spending his money again, just know that the only reason why sunghoon does this is because he wants to let you know that his love for you is limitless. just like his card.

bonus: "sunghoon, please, no" you beg on your knees as he gives the cashier his card with a rather heavy expensive ring box on his hand and he just stood there smiling at you, "yes"

🖇️ lex's notes :: hello <3 omg this is my very first post as an enha writing blog. im not a member of any networks yet but i hope this reaches everyone. im nervous hahaha help. but i enjoyed writing this icb it only took one day to finish this. idk when the maknae line post will be done but it will be coming! also, i want to be friends, so talk to me if u want. btw, my following will be on @/wonfied if you want to be mutuals bcs that's my og blog :')

© — xinvue. do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my work.

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[marvelavengerspovs1]

Rest

Pairing: Bucky x F!reader

Warnings: No warnings, just fluff!

Length: 725

Summary: Bucky takes care of you while you have a migraine.

A/N: This was a request, which is the perfect excuse to say that my requests are open!

Request: “Can you write one where Bucky takes care of the reader when they have a migraine”

I do not give consent for my work to be translated, copied, or sold!

Bucky knows you better than you know yourself. He knows when you���re getting sick, he knows when you’re about to start your period, hell! He even knows when you’re having a bad day before you know it.

It could be because he’s a trained assassin, made to be very observant. Or it could be just because he is the world’s best boyfriend. Either way, he lives to make sure you are taken care of.

As you sit in the meeting room listening to Tony and Steve explain the next mission, you feel a pang behind your left eyeball. You let out a small sigh and rest your head on your hand, trying not to draw too much attention to yourself. You feel a hand on your left knee and slightly look up.

Bucky looks at you with his eyebrows scrunched in concern. His face was asking if you were ok. You give Bucky a small smile and grab the hand on your knee. Bucky isn’t convinced that you are ok but he didn’t pry, he just made sure to hold your hand tight.

Once the meeting is over, you try to stand up but wobble. Bucky quickly gets up to help but you put a hand out to stop him.

“I’m alright Bucky, I’ve just been sitting down for too long.” You give him a tight lip smile.

“You’re not alright Doll, I’m pretty sure you’re getting a migraine.” Bucky looks at you with concern.

“I’m alright. I’m just going to take a nap before we have to go train.” You tell him before leaving for your shared room.

Bucky follows behind you to make sure that you are fine. He knows your migraine symptoms but he also knows you’re too stubborn to do anything about it.

You sit on the bed and look at Bucky. He’s sitting on his side of the bed, watching you. You roll your eyes and face away from him.

“I’m fine Bucky, you don’t need to worry about me.” Bucky lets out a sigh and leaves the room.

He knows that once you get up you’ll get nauseous, you won’t be able to look at anything that has a screen or is too bright, and you won’t be able to see anything clearly. While Bucky loved that you were stubborn, he thought that it was your downfall.

Not wanting to fight with you, Bucky stays silent and watches you as you fall asleep. He listens for your breathing to even out before getting up. Bucky knows that you are going to be miserable when you wake up so he wants to make sure that he can make you feel better instantly.

Bucky grabs you some migraine medicine and your favorite blanket. His heart hurt that you wouldn’t be able to watch your favorite movies or listen to any music but he knew that you would fall asleep right after.

While going back to your room, he made sure to fill up your water bottle with ice-cold water and prepped a mug of hot chocolate. You would feel too sick to eat but a comforting beverage would help you fall asleep.

10 minutes after you fall asleep, you wake up. You let out an agonizing yelp and cradle your head.

“It’s ok, Doll, I got you.” Bucky quickly comes to your side with the water and medicine.

You thank him as you take the medication and cradle your head, feeling tears well up in your eyes. No matter how many times you get migraines, you refuse to acknowledge the symptoms.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You tell him quietly, your eyes closed.

“Don’t cry, Doll. You’re too beautiful to waste your crying on some stupid migraine.” You laugh at his words but immediately regret it.

“Will you lay with me?” You ask him with your arms out.

“Of course Doll, you never need to ask.” Bucky gets under the covers and you lay your head on his chest.

Bucky rubs your back and you wrap your arms around his waist. It’s moments like this that you fall more and more in love with this man. He would hang the moon and the stars just for you.

“Just rest Doll, I’ll take care of you.” He tells you and you fall back asleep, the comfort of the man you love making it easy.

#avengers #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader fluff #bucky x you #bucky barnes fluff

[mysinsforventi]

~ Lyney x f. reader Headcanons ~

(reader ISN'T traveller!!)

+ 18 (All characters in this are ADULTS!!) (Minors DNI!!)

Warnings: some lyney x reader x lynette (no incest!! Just sharing YOU!!), angst, anxiety mentioned, fatui lyney, blood mentioned, smut, oral sex,  public sex, voyeurism, sex toys, hickeys, handcuffs, blindfold, dirty talk, a lot of kinks mentioned, control-freak lyney, dom lyney, sub reader, (let me know if I forgot something~)

~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~

(Just something that came to my mind! That's all just my opinion! Feel free to disagree but don't come for me! Please enjoy~ ♡ )

~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~

~💜~ SFW: ~💜~

- gives you a LOT of flowers

- doesn't mind pda in public (just don't do anything infront of father!)

- obsessed with kissing your hand (he is such a charmer lmao )

- while you walk no matter where to, wants to hold hands with you

- often let's you wear his hat, to him it's a symbol that you belong to him

- involves you in his magic tricks sometimes

- gets you lot's of suprises and gifts

- nicknames like: ma cherie, love, my lady

- loves to make you blush and fluestered

- a tease!

- even tho he is the 'playfull type' he has his moments where he is very serious

- talking about the past, angst topics and so one

- will stop talking when he realises that you started crying or fell asleep

- few minutes later he is back to his usual self

- likes to watch the stars with you

- you two have some secrets that he didn't even tell lynette or anyone else

- lyney can't sleep by himself, either you or lynette need to sleep by his side

- a journey geting to know the 'real him'

- Always complains how the morning is not right if he doesn't get to see you

- Always reserves a front seat for you in his his magic shows

- Never makes you pay anything, you have to trick him into taking your money lmao

- If you haven ightmares he would show you a magic trick and tell you a story to cheer you up

- Counts cats with you till you're deep asleep

- Gives you kisses on the forhead before going back to sleep himself

- very clingy in the morning, doesn't want to let you out of bed and hugs you tightly

- with you he actually laughs a lot, but it's his real laugh not his 'show-stage laugh'

- he wouldn't even notice until freminet would point it out

- lyney can get a bit jelaous if you spend to much time with one of his siblings

- As happy as he is to see his siblings make new friends and come out of their shell with you

- Sometimes lyney just wants you to himself, after all you are HIS partner

- In that times he hugs you from behind, tilts your head to him and kisses you on the lips infront of everyone

- making lynette complain to you geting a room lmao

~💜~💜~💜~

- One time you confused lynette for lyney as they practised for one of their tricks

- It was hilarious because lynette wanted to mess a bit with her brother, you known just tease him a bit

- So she played along, pretending to be lyney lmao

- Lyney walked into their living room just to you sitting on lynettes lap, cuddling and laughing with each other

- The man pouts as he walks up to you both, "Ahem!! I see you STILL can't tell us apart mhh? May I say that I'M THE REAL LYNEY HERE?!", he pouts, glaring at his sister

- "You're doing a bad job at showing it brother.. My dear love here would've totally fallen for me if you hadn't open their eyes~", lynette continues to imitate her brother perfectly, all without raising an eyebrow

- You were a blushing mess, jumping out of her lap and apologizing, you really did fall for that omg-

- lyney would just take your hand, bringing you to his room, wanting alone time with you now

~ 💜 ~ Fatui Lyney ~ 💜 ~

- You were aware of them beeing with the fatui but you didn't mind

- You just would be worried whenever lyney had to go and do his missions, wishing for his save return

- If you had a feeling it would be dangerous you decided to join him on his mission, going as his assistent

- of course, not in any record of the fatui your name appeared, so no one would know about your little help here and there, the siblings made sure about that

- and this whole situation leads to quiet the argument between lyney & you

- lyney wants to see you save! Like he wants to see lynette save!

- He got his delusion because his anxiety of leting lynette going alone to missions was killing him

- Now with you it's the same thing.. even if he would be there to protect you, sometimes it puts more pressure on him then doing good having you around on missions

- So you decided to only join if it was really 'dangerous' in your eyes

- Another reason is, lyney didn't tell you, he doesn't want you to see him like this

- It's the side he hates the most about him

- All the blood, the cold gaze in his eyes, the bitterness, he didn't like it and he didn't want lynette or you to see him like this

- You only deserve to see good things, beautiful things

~ 💜 ~ Sleepovers ~ 💜 ~

- sleepovers in their house (with lynette & freminet)

- them sneaking you at night into their house lmao

- with 'father' beeing one of the fatui habringers things aren't that easy okay-

- and sneaking you in isn't either

- first since lyneys & lynettes room is on the first floor, right next to the coffee shop..

// (( - (yes they share a room, because they can't stand to be apart for to long!) (Please don't make this weird! It's suppose to be a wholesome sibling moment! ♡ )) //

- sneaking into their room was a bad idea because some drunkards or noisy people from the coffee shop might call the guards on you.. mistaken you for a thief or a stalker..

- SOOO usually: You go to fremintes room which is right next to the siblings room, his window is a bit more hidden to the public view

- You knock twice, having your own knock-signals was lyneys idea! (please they even have their own sign-language! )

- freminte would open the window to his room, leting you climb in while he was going to tell the twins about your arrival

- freminte returing to his room with twins

- freminete closing his window, mumbling how cold it is but he is still happy to see you :)

- lynette und lyney both hug you gently as a greating

- lyney hugging you a bit longer, just a bit thighter, acting as if he hadn't seen you just hours ago at one of his magic shows

- after that you would sleepovers in lyney's & lynettes'a room

- freminete would join too, leaving early tho because introvert things and such-

- it always ends up with you sleeping in the middle somehow

- lyney cuddling to your one side, lynette to your other

- lynette purrs actually while falling asleep

- she loves it when you pet her head

- lyney beeing all pouty of not geting head-pats too

- "don't you think that is unfair? You have a great magican laying right next to you, I'll purr for you too you know?!", he wants your attention so badly..

- you give this a soft laugh and gently caressed over his head with your other hand

- this was also the first time you heard lynette laugh, it wasn't loud and not long but you would never forget how pretty she looked with a smile on her face

- lyney and lynette weren't open with that to just anyone, you are indeed a lucky one and you would treasure it forever

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- if lyney & you want some privat time you two go 'usually' in your teapot..

- with usually I actually mean rarely lmao

- lyney is very much the risky, playfull type of guy

- he loves public sex, it's a showman's thing

- he loves all attention on him

- so most times you fuck somewhere in public

.. (the opera house, underwater in some quiet secluded area, on of the ruin-parts near the water of fontain-city, in the fontain at night, on one of the thrones in the gardens of the opers house, heck he did you even in their own house..)

- lynette & freminete were both out at that time! But usually you don't fuck there!

- lynette often tells you two to get a hotel room lmao (not that you two didn't do that, everytime 'father' is back.. YOU DO!!)

- he is a tease, with beeing a tease edging & overstimulation comes too, on you most likely

- he wouldn't mind the other way around but he is more comfortable with beeing a dom

- he likes having everything under his control, a magican needs always to be in control after all

- wouldn't mind toys but do you really need them when you got his fingers & tongue already??

- lyney is amazing at both, oral and fingering

- he brings you to heaven & back

- A dirty talker and sweet whisperer, he can say such dirty shit but gives you the sweetest compliments seconds later

- The type who would use a vibrator on you in public just to mess with you

- his chuckle and smirk send you.. why so hot??

- He has a lot of kinks, blindfolds & handcuffs are up there for sure

- would love to tie you up, blindfold you to show you his new magic~ (sorry-)

- After a mission was very dangerous or stressfull, he would go very rough on you

- It's a need for him to feel you close by, letting out all the pressure of keeping you save

- Leaves hickeys and bitemarks all over your body during that night

- Tells you how much he loves you over and over again

- His stamina isn't anything special but in those nights he would go all night, overstimulating himself

- That doesn't mean he couldn't go all night if he really would want to/you want to~

~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~

(I'll make an extra nsfw headcanon list for lyney, there is to much lmao! Hope you enjoyed! ♡ )

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