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harrysweasleys · 1 year

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38. “stop, please don’t cry.” with Eddie Munson please and thank u bestie <33

a/n: EDDIE MY BELOVEDDDD i haven’t written for him in a little while, sad times. i miss him. thank you for sending a request!!! <3

proving it

Eddie messed up.

Big time.

He didn’t need anyone to tell him, anyone to rub it in. He just knew he fucked up.

That night, while you had been waiting at the restaurant, patiently, dressed in Eddie’s favourite maroon dress, he had been busy with a spur of the moment campaign. Completely forgetting that the two of you had dinner plans.

When he got home that night and saw his uncle’s button up shirt ironed on the back of the couch, his heart dropped. So low he swore it was in his feet. He grabbed the phone with shaky hands, muttering shit, fuck, fuck, shit, even though he knew you wouldn’t pick up.

He’s messed up quite a few times before, but he’s never been this panicked. By messed up, it’s always been things along the lines of; he forgot there was an exam, he forgot to put gas in his uncle’s car. Never with you. Never to hurt you.

He felt like the biggest douchebag in the world, and Eddie knew a lot of douchebags.

“Please pick up, please pick up,” he muttered to himself, eyes squeezed shut as the dulcet tones rang through the phone. The longer they went on for, the more Eddie was certain you wouldn’t pick up. That you were sitting there in your bed, gorgeous hair splayed across your pillow in that dress that damn near brought Eddie to his knees.

“Fuck,” he cursed, slamming the phone and hanging up the call before he rushed to the bowl by the trailer door, scattering through everything to find his keys. He wasn’t even sure if he was wearing shoes or not as he rushed out the door, barely getting the car started before he was slamming his foot on the gas and reversing like hell out of the trailer park.

He probably wouldn’t admit this to you because he knew you’d scold him, but he was definitely speeding and definitely not stopping fully at his stop signs as he charged over to your place. Even though he arrived in record time, it felt like the longest drive of his fucking life.

As he pulled into your driveway, he realized how clammy his hands were. He was nervous. Utterly petrified. Because you — you were the best thing in his life and he fucked up.

He was shaking as he got out of the car and looked up to your bedroom window. Your light was on. You were up there.

Eddie was used to sneaking in and out of your bedroom, but never like this. His heart was beating so fast he was certain his ribs would be bruised. He was practically stumbling over to the lattice against the wall of your home, worried he’d fall off once he started climbing.

Once at the top, he peeked into your bedroom to make sure you were alone. And sure enough, you were. Sitting on your bed in a large hoodie with your legs under the blanket, you sat staring up the ceiling.

It crushed Eddie’s chest and he couldn’t help but knock on the window right away. He really had no time to waste.

You jumped, nearly falling off the bed as you clutched your hand to your chest, glaring over at the window with squinted eyes to see who was there. You relaxed a bit when you saw who it was, but your features turned into an expression of annoyance in less than a second.

“Come on, baby, please let me explain,” Eddie’s voice was soft, but it was easy to hear through the window of your quiet room.

You stood off the bed and walked over, arms crossed after you unlatched the window.

“I’m only letting you in so you don’t fall to your death. That would be awkward to explain.”

Eddie was grateful as he opened the window and hopped inside, out of the chilly Hawkins night air and into your bedroom. He had been here many times before and he knew it down to every last detail, but he couldn’t even be bothered to look around. His eyes were on you and only you.

His breath was snatched from his lungs as he noticed the slight redness around your eyes.

“Are you going to stand there and stare?” you flipped yourself back down on the bed and looked up at him, “Why didn’t you show up to dinner? I looked like an idiot, Eddie. I’m pretty sure the old couple next to me were talking about how sad it was the whole time. They wouldn’t stop giving me pity looks.”

Eddie’s hands were still shaking as he made his way over to your bed and sat on the opposite end, not trusting his own legs to keep him up at the moment. He was about to collapse.

“I’m so sorry,” his voice came out raspy as he tried not to blurt out a hundred apologies at once, “I’m so, so fucking sorry, baby. I don’t know what happened. I just got so distracted and the guys were pressing about this campaign and—,”

“It’s fine.”

Your voice sounded so quiet that it stopped Eddie right in his tracks. He had planned a hundred things to say to you on the ride over, and each one had ended with him practically on the ground begging for your forgiveness. He didn’t expect this. For you to be brushing him aside and pretending like you weren’t hurt. Hiding your feelings from him because you were so upset.

That, he thought, hurt more than anything.

“No, it’s not,” he pressed on, wanting to lean across and hold you so close, “It’s not okay. I’m the world’s biggest idiot. I really am. I’m so sorry. I swear, I will make it up to you. A hundred dinners. I’ll take you out for a hundred dinner dates and… and I’ll even bring flowers each time.”

You let out a small laugh, and reached up to rub your eye so quickly, Eddie almost missed it.

“No,” his voice cracked as he lost all sense of restraint and leaned over, hand under your chin and scooping you close to him, “No, stop, please don’t cry, I’m so sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry, baby.”

“I’m mad,” you leaned into his touch, warming his heart, “But I’m not crying.”

He pulled away from you just a tad, raising his eyebrow in an I-don’t-believe-you kinda way.

“Not crying anymore.” You corrected.

That didn’t make it any better, but Eddie didn’t say that. He just pulled you against his chest and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re everything to me, you know that, right? You’re everything and I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there for you tonight. I really don’t know how it could have slipped my mind. You’re the only thing I’m ever thinking of, especially when we’re not together. I was thinking of you all day and I just… I really don’t know how I could have missed it.” He was talking to you, but most of these words were really just his internal thoughts. He still can’t believe he forgot date night.

“These things happen, Eds, it’s fine,” you fiddled with the hems of your sleeves, toes wiggling in your fuzzy socks. His heart did a little jolt at the nickname.

“Yeah, but I don’t want them to,” he spoke so quickly he thought you might not even understand him, “I want you forever. I really do. I can’t imagine my life without you and if this is the end, I get it. I don’t blame anyone but myself, but I just wanted to be good for y—,”

“The end?” your eyebrows were furrowed as you cocked your head to the wide, “End? I’m not going to break up with you.”

His reaction was visible. His shoulders slumped in relaxation and his chest let out a massive exhale like he had been holding his breath since he arrived. Even his eyes warmed up and colour returned to his previously pale cheeks.

“Oh, thank god,” he couldn’t stop the words from coming out, “I was so scared. I thought I had unforgivably fucked up.”

He reached out his hands to rub them along your legs, the sweatpants warm to the touch from being cocooned under the blanket for probably a good while. It was comforting. On the way over, he had a moment of worry that he might never get to feel your touch or your warmth again.

He almost crashed the car.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. You did fuck up,” you pointed a finger at him, but there was no hostility in your glare, “But it’s not a relationship-ending mistake.”

He nodded, “I know. I know. But all that matters to me is that I have the chance to redeem myself. To make it up to you.” His voice was still shaky with nerve, but the raspiness had faded away. He was calmer. Reassured.

“Better get started, Munson,” you leaned back into the bed and tucked your legs under the pillows, “I’m expecting a shower of affection and love for the next little while.”

He chuckled, taking off his shoes (that he did actually have on) and sliding into bed next to you, “I’m pretty sure that’s more thrilling for me than you. But I will gladly and willingly show you how I feel about you every second of the day.” He reached under the blankets and grabbed your hand, cold fingers linking with your warm ones, “Can’t have my princess forgetting my love for her.”

You grinned at his words and he felt kind of like the grinch in that scene where his heart grows three sizes larger.

Eddie would never get enough of you and he was going to spend his whole life proving it.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson one shots #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson fic

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sweets4dolls · 3 months

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omg im literally obsessed with ur work !! the aesthetics and dialogue and everything is just so chefs kiss :3 this is my first time requesting something so hooray !! i wondering if u could do a bunny! reader with an over protective! alastor? i think he would be the security guard type of boyfriend like thats so yummylicious :D thank you so much and remember to drink lots of water and eat plenty of food !!!!!!

pairing: protective!possessive!alastor + fem!bunny!reader

content warnings: toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, canon typical violence, not proofread, kinda dark!alastor?

notes: but he totally would be thoooo :0 also I just added on possessive for fun oopsies - also, YAY CONGRATSON UR FIRST REQUEST! :D

its in his nature to be protective for people that he likes, so actually being in a relationship with him makes his possessive nature go into overdrive.

although most sinners know better than to try him, there are the occasional few along with some of vox's people that do come after him.

he doesn't like to kill in front of you, he just thinks that you're too cute n pure to witness those sort of acts:(, but don't get it wrong, he's more than willing to rip sinners apart, ready to destroy anything he deems a threat.

that also includes if anything were to say something bad about you, he'd be dragging them away from you and tearing them in two before coming back all smiles.

although he is a gentleman and doesn't like to kill people who he thinks don't deserve it, he'd be lying if he hadn't thought about annihilating some of your friends that he thinks get too touchy with you - if that is the case, you'll end up wondering where they went until alastor comes in, convincing you that you don't need them because you have him!

being so protective, he'd also coax information out of you if he ever saw that you seemed to be bothered, putting on that charming smile of his before he has you spilling your heart out to him.

definitely likes to be by your side 24/7, and at some point it almost gets invasive so you leave by yourself, which he gets very upset at since you didn't tell him first, so. he waits in your room until you get back.

"I thought that you weren't in the mood to go out, dearest bunny?" he says with a hum as he rests in the armchair in the corner of your room, eyes gazing down at you as you chew on your lip nervously.

"just went for a walk is all," you mumbled, hand shifting to grip your upper arm in a comforting fashion.

"to go and see that friend of yours?"

he's worried for your safety, not wanting his precious bun to be kidnapped or killed by one of his many enemies :(

sometimes it leads to fights between you too, you always claiming that you need space from him

"its like I don't have a life outside of you!" you cry, eyes slightly bloodshot from an abundance of tears falling.

"of course you do," a lie, "I just can't have my little bunny getting hurt, can I?" he says in a sweet tone, trying to get you to calm down.

if his words don't work on you, he would leave you to see how hell really was while he wasn't there, leaking information to his enemies on your whereabouts, letting them run after you before he swoops in like the romantic hero of your story that he is and saves you, this time not sparing your pretty eyes from witnessing the carnage he creates.

he takes you back to the hotel, you a mess, weeping in his arms, all frightened and shaking.

"oh, my sweet, silly bunny, how foolish you were to leave without me," he says, nearly patronizingly as he holds you in his arms.

"I'm so, so sorry alastor, you were right," you shakily let out between chest-heaving sobs as you cling to him, afraid to leave his presence for a mere second.

he's always right, he just needs to make you see that too <3

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor

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damiansgoodgirll · 9 months

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can u write abt jude defending the reader and also comforting her

jude bellingham x reader

tw : angst? not a main character death but still…

no one can compare

dating jude bellingham took a big change on your life. you went from having 45 followers to have more than a million. you went from being no one to being someone. you went from posting normal selfies to posting professional photos that photographers took of you. you went from working underpaid jobs to work with important brand as nike and gucci.

you knew that everything you had was because of jude and you couldn’t be more grateful. he didn’t mind about you getting important deals because everything he wanted was too see you happy and so if being the face of an important brand made you happy he would tell you to go for it.

he was your number one supporter and you were his. he always reposted everytime you got a deal done and you attended every single one of his matches.

you were like the “it” couple and fans loved you.

well, not all jude’s fans.

a big part of his fan base was made of teenage girls who absolutely hated you and they wanted you to know that.

you couldn’t even post a normal picture on instagram that you would receive comments like “she’s so ugly” “why is jude dating her?” “he could have better” “she was nothing before him” “she only uses him for money”…

the thing was, it wasn’t a normal picture. you posted a picture for your best friend who passed away a few days before. you thought people would understand the situation but that didn’t stop them from saying mean things on you.

that’s how you found yourself laying on the bed and all covered in blankets, drying your tears away while you were going through the comments.

jude was in the bathroom next door and he definitely heard you sniffling. he knew about the comments, he read those comments on the pictures he posted with you and even if he asked his fans to stop the harassment it felt like they wouldn’t even care and that made him ten times angrier.

he carefully opened the bedroom door, not trying to upset you more and went to sit on the bed, in the spot right next to you.

“hey love…” he gave you a sad smile when he saw your red eyes “please…give me your phone baby” he slowly went to get the phone out of your hands and you simply let it fall.

“why are people so mean? my best friend just passed away and all these people can say is how i look fake to their eyes” you cried “i couldn’t care less about what they say about me…but saying things under my best friend’s post? where is the respect everyone is preaching?” you let yourself cry in his arms.

“i know baby…i know you’re hurting” he kissed your head while his hands went on your back.

“it’s not only that…it’s just…everything i do seems to upset them…i know they’re your fans but what have i done to them for make them hate me so much?” you sniffled a little.

“absolutely nothing baby…you’re so perfect and beautiful and they wish they were you…they wish they were here with me instead…they’re jealous and insecure so they feel the need to hurt you and make you feel like they feel about themselves” he told you “they’re jealous because i chose you, not them” he kissed your cheek “and they’re jealous because they can’t compete with you…you’re so kind and beautiful and god, i love you so much darling…no one can compare to you, i love you and only you…” he wiped your tears away and gently posed his lip over yours “you’re my everything…”

“i love you so much jude…thank you”

“you don’t have to thank me baby, it’s the truth…that’s the whole reason i chose you and not them…you’re ten thousand times better” he said and you smiled a little.

he then let you snuggle on his chest while his hands held you closer to his body, gently stroking your hair as you both ended up watching some stupid show on his laptop.

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th3secr3th1story · 9 months

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getou reacting to you having a mental breakdown/crying

geto reacting to a breakdown

of course, thank you for the request! hope you're ok

warnings: hurt/comfort, angst ig, first time writing in present tense wheww yazan dont fuck it up..., soft!geto, reader is stresseddd about life, crying, established relationship, no prns used, if u see any typos IM SORRY. i proofread but it's late and im tired!

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some days are harder than others. ups and downs are normal (and expected), but knowing that doesn't make difficult times any easier to manage.

you're a strong student, there's no doubt in that. you consistently perform well in all your assessments, sparring sessions, and missions, but sometimes it feels like the better you perform the better you're expected to do.

that day, geto is able to tell something is off. you didn't participate as often as you usually do in class, your typically composed expression seemed strained, you ate your lunch slower than usual, and despite beating him in a fight, you seemed less focused.

"are you okay?" he asks as the two of you walk down the hallway, turning your face gently to look at him.

"yeah, just didn't sleep too well last night," you smile, kissing his cheek and squeezing his hand before quickly heading off to the bathroom.

despite being in a relationship with geto for over a year now, vulnerability is still challenging. not to say you've never confided in him, since there's no one you trust more, but putting thoughts into words never comes easy.

you don't know how you make it through your last class. just the thought of all your homework, your upcoming mission, the fact that it's only october, if you're really going to be risking your life for a living--you can't wait for the school day to be over.

once the final bell rings, you gather your things and leave the class, not stopping to thank the teacher or say bye to your friends as you normally do.

"what's up with y/n today?" gojo questions.

that confirms geto's suspicions. something is wrong, and he's ready to help.

once you reach the dorm, you shut the door and flop down onto the bed with a sigh.

"is it always going to be like this?" you wonder, feeling the stress from the day pressing down on your chest, practically suffocating you.

before you know it, half an hour of staring at the ceiling has gone by before a knock shakes you out of your thoughts.

sliding the door open, you see geto standing there staring right at you with his hands in his pockets.

"hey," he says, breaking the silence.

"what're you doing here? is everything okay?" you question, beckoning him in.

"you've been acting off today. even satoru noticed, which is definitely saying something since he's always in his own bubble," he grumbles the last part, smiling a little.

"what's going on? i need you to talk to me," he continues.

sitting down on the bed, you sigh for what has got to be the thousandth time in the last 12 hours and try to figure out how to formulate your words.

"today was just hard, i guess? i don't really know," you mumble, not even sure of what to say.

"what do you mean?" he asks, encouraging you to open up, sitting down next to you and placing his hand on your leg.

"i just feel like there's a lot of pressure to do well, from my parents and teachers," you respond, not sure if you were talking to him or yourself.

"like, the more missions i come back from successful, or the more projects i do well on, the better i feel like i have to perform. which of course isn't a bad thing--i mean it's probably a good thing, actually," you start, feeling the familiar stinging of your eyes.

"but it's still kind of tiring because i feel like i can't really catch a break. like, once i finish something, there's always something else waiting for me," you stop for a second to sniffle as the tears start to fall, quickly wiping them away.

geto scoots closer and wraps his arm around you, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

"and i get this is the life of a jujutsu sorcerer and i just have to suck it up and get used to it, but it's hard, you know? i don't know how to get my shit together."

your breaths are coming in quicker now, placing your elbows onto your knees so you can lean into the palms of your hands.

"i'm just tired, suguru. really tired," you choke.

"i feel like i'm going insane. i mean, what if i fuck up my next mission and then that's it?" you ask, letting silence wash over the both of you as you cry into your hands. you shake your head, feeling the embarrassment push through you.

at first, geto doesn't say anything, processing your words, before he pulls you back into his arms, hugging you tightly and letting your tears fall onto his shoulder.

"i get what you mean, y/n. you're not crazy," he whispers into your hair, rubbing your back as you continue to cry hard.

"you keep talking like you're alone," he continues, "but you're not. satoru's here, shoko's here, baby-" he turns your head so that you can look at him, "-i'm here."

"expectations are challenging, and they can definitely feel suffocating. but you're more than a failed mission," he whispers softly, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

"mistakes are inevitable, and yes, failure is always a possibility. it's unrealistic to expect yourself to complete every single mission perfectly, you know. i doubt anyone ever has."

"but what if i disappoint everyone? i don't want to be a failure," you whisper, shaking your head as you look away from geto.

"listen, it still doesn't mean you're weak or incapable. you're the strongest person i know, and your dedication to everything you do just proves that," he smiles, pulling you in so you can rest your head on his shoulder again.

"stronger than you and satoru?" you ask, finally smiling a little as the tears begin to subside.

"way stronger," he responds, kissing your forehead before pulling the two of you down to lay on your bed.

"wait, i have homework, suguru-"

"just for a bit, baby. i know how tired you are, it's okay," he whispered, pulling you in closer and beckoning you to finally close your weary eyes.

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erraticpigeon · 1 year

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hii can u do a peeta or finnick one where reader is very self concious about her body and what other people think of her. and one day (character) finds reader staring at herself in mirror and had tears in her eyes and (character) comforts her and tells her how beautiful she is and plants kisses all over her body and then just turns into abunch of fluff(: !

this was too sweet, i just HAD to write about both. thanks for the request! f!reader x peeta mellark + f!reader x finnick odair, tw for insecurities

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peeta/finnick comforting you through insecurities

The mirror was mocking you, you promised yourself that that’s what it was. You hated that you couldn’t find your insecurities beautiful on yourself, despite loving them on everyone around you. To have been in the games, in a war, couldn’t that be enough?

You felt your nose and eyes sting and sure enough, your eyes started to fill up with tears of self loathing and anxiety, like so many other times before. You clutched your torso and sobbed, letting the tears fall and drip down your chest.

Peeta

“Y/N..?”

Peeta appeared in the doorframe quietly, taking in the heart-aching state you were in. You were so lost in your self destructive mind that you didn’t hear him sneak in, so you flinched at the touch of his arms curling around you from behind.

You stared at him in the mirror, his head on your shoulder and his lips on your neck. As he softly kissed the side of your face, his thumbs were rubbing circles on your waist, and his lips formed a small grin.

“Oh, wow..” he mumbled, words muffled by your warm skin. Warm wasn’t even the right word, your face was tinted crimson and your skin was nothing short of aflame.

“Peeta.” you whispered, savouring every moment of his skin against yours. When he backed up, you turned toward him with delight glowing in your eyes. Peeta lifted a hand to wipe the damp tears from your features.

You placed each of your hands on opposite sides of his face and leaned his forehead against your own. The scene was so cliché it made you laugh, and Peeta released a breath of relief. Your face was still glowing pink, and the before so obvious sadness had been erased.

Finnick

“Hey, hey! It’s okay, what happened!?”

Finnick was beside you in the blink of an eye, strong arms wrapped around you like a warm, comfortable blanket. His touch was the sweetest relief, faster than any words, more effective than any medicine.

He knew that at times like this, you couldn’t talk, so he just stood there with you in his arms. His hands tended to you, one was in your hair and one was stroking up and down your back as you sobbed into his chest.

Finnick hoisted you into his arms and settled the two of you on the bed, you on top of him with your head on his chest. He wanted to wrap himself around you and never let go, but he knew that it wouldn’t help much, so he refrained from it.

Instead, he brushed your hair out of your eyes as your head rose and fell with each breath he took. It was calm, it was peaceful, and he took great joy in knowing he’d relieved the pain, if only for a moment.

“Y/N, honey?”

“Yeah?”

Your voice was low and croaky from crying.

“What happened?”

There was desperation in his eyes, he had to know what hurt you so he could make sure it never happened again. Your voice was so quiet it was barely audible.

“I just feel like I’m not pretty enough..”

One second you were seconds away from crying again, and the next one Finnick had hoisted you from his lap and pinned you down under him. He started kissing each and every inch of your body, starting on your ribs. As his lips traveled down your body, he whispered in between every kiss.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

DISCLAIMER: you’re perfect just the way you are, remember that. the most important thing is that you’re happy and healthy. love you all so so much, and i really mean that! <3

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#peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark #peeta x reader #peeta mellark drabble #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #finnick x reader #finnick odair drabble #the hunger games #thg

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wonustars · 1 month

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ERE - j.ww x reader

✧ ere - juan karlos ✧ pairing: wonwoo x gn! reader ✧ genre: angst, hurt no comfort ✧ wordcount: 479 words ✧ warnings: none just a bunch of angsty word vomit fhakdjfha ✧ a/n: idk why i wrote this but i love this song and i highly reccomend listening to it while reading this ! :> ty to @hannieween for looking at this before i post and reassuring me hehe ♡ requests are open again! send me your thoughts or ideas, or lmk what u think of little one shots like this!! :D ✧ masterlist.

seven billion people and you’re the only one I really want.

he made you look stupid. loving him so foolishly, blindly, to the point you lost your self trying to love him. it made you think, is this even worth it? to love someone who is willing to leave you in the dust?

looking into his eyes, the two of you standing in your shared apartment, not one emotion could be read. this isn't the man you fell for, this isn't the man who you gave up everything for.

all those hours, those months, those years, the time you spent building this relationship, it's all thrown out the window.

the piercing gaze that was once filled with adoration, with love, its gone.

"do you even care?" you ask him, the pleading in your voice, the hurt, so evident it could make angels cry.

"i'm sorry, but i don't think this is what i want anymore," he tone is flat, like he's a robot, a man whose mind can't be changed.

a rainfall of tears leave your eyes, the hurt blooming in your chest, leaving scars all over your heart.

it makes you think, how did it even get to this point? it felt like yesterday you two were laughing over silly jokes on the couch, showering each other in kisses, confessing your love to each other over and over again.

oh diba? ginawa mo pa akong tanga. (right? you made me a fool.)

"why? why can't we just work this out?" you beg him to answer, but he stands tall, rigid like a statue.

"how can i even answer that? you're just not the one for me anymore," he gives you a pitiful frown.

wonwoo can see the tears in your eyes, he can hear the sobs leaving your lips, but he can't bring him self to care. the feelings he once had for you are gone.

he wasn't sure how else to tell you. how does one even bring up falling out of love. it felt like it happened over night.

suddenly waking up the next morning, looking at you sleeping peacefully beside him, his brain screaming at him, yelling at him to just tell you he doesn't feel anything for you anymore.

"i can't live in this world if there's no us," you plead with him.

falling to your knees, holding onto his arms as if it would change his mind and make him stay. your grip turning your knuckles white as wonwoo looks at you with a blank stare. your body shaking from your sobs, but it doens't go through to him.

its as if he has you tuned out, to the point where everything has become white noise.

his feelings for you have burnt out, leaving ashes of what your relationship used to be in its wake.

oh diba? nakakaputangina, tayo'y lumilipad at ako'y iniwan mo sa ere. (right? how fucked up it is, we're flying and you left me hanging.)

໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა a/n: thank you for reading! reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated ♡ lmk if you want more of this :3

#svthub #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen fic #seventeen x reader #seventeen #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo angst #seventeen angst #seventeen thoughts #seventeen drabbles #wonustars ✧ ﾟ. {drabbles}

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kairiscorner · 7 months

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hello luv, thank u so much for ur content <33 do you think you could do a comfort oneshot? just reader being overwhelmed and having a worried Miguel to take over them, its been tough lately :/

tysm for everything and a lots of luv ^-^

BDIREBCIURBIIUBVIUBIV THANK YOU DEARRRRRR aww, i hope everything's going okay now though! i hope you like this too, btw <33

the best thing that's ever happened to me. – miguel o'hara x gn!reader (comfort fic)

it was like a storm was raging in your mind, turning your train of thought over and throwing yourself into the abyss of overwhelming thoughts and the what-ifs that you believe were to happen, were gonna happen no matter what you did; because the multiverse... follows a linear path, your actions are futile against the great force that pulls and pushes everything into action, right? you didn't even realize it, but a few tears stained your shirt as you shakily took a breath in and out, snapping you back to reality as you finally felt the warmth of the tears you were shedding fall down on your chest and lap like it's raining on you. you tried wiping the tears away, hoping the hot tears would quit falling as you sniffled and muttered to yourself–begging, pleading to yourself that the crying would end soon... but it got worse the longer you forced yourself to stop.

you got angry, angry at your tears, angry at how loud everything seemed when all that filled the room was silence—you were angry at yourself for feeling this way, not even knowing why you were feeling this way. you muttered to yourself to stop it, stop it, stop crying—but that made your tears flow even more as you felt your chest tighten and get heavier. you sighed all shakily and gave in to the emotions you were feeling at that moment, a whirlwind of feelings hitting you all at once, and making you disoriented and confused about everything. you didn't wanna face it, you didn't want to dig any deeper, and much less concern someone with how you felt—but of course, your feelings can never be ignored by the one person who sees beyond that exterior of yours...

"oh, cariño, what... happened?" miguel asked you gently as he walked over to you, crouching down to your level and looking at you with nothing but concern and worry filling his eyes. his gaze was soft and endearing, he didn't look menacing nor intimidating at that moment—he'd dread for you to see him that way, especially seeing you so vulnerable and sobbing all over yourself and sniffling back your tears. he gently approached you all slowly, not wanting to startle you and make you even more scared or sad or whatever it is you were feeling. you sniffled and tried telling miguel how you felt, but no words came out of your mouth—only choked sobs of an indescribable feeling escaped your throat as you began to cry again. "i'm tired, miguel... so tired... i don't—i don't even know why i'm crying, why am i... fuck, i'm a mess... this is embarassing..." you sobbed out as miguel shushed you and gently wrapped his arms around you, practically cradling you in his big, muscular arms as a means to soothe you.

"love... i don't know what's wrong, but... if you feel like crying, go for it. if you don't feel like talking, you don't need to. i'm always, always, gonna be here for you, okay?" he whispered to you as you choked on your sobs again and leaned against him as you kept crying. you expressed to miguel how everything felt like it was crashing down on you, how nothing you did alleviated the pains and worries you were experiencing, and you—for a moment—doubted your own abilities and asked yourself just what were you good for? miguel sighed gently and brushed your stray hairs away from your face and looked at you with the softest eyes. he pressed his lips against the lower parts of your eyes and kissed your tears away; he muttered to you how perfect you already are to him, that what you're worrying about... to him, at least, isn't true. "you're so amazing, mi vida, you never... never fail to make me so, so proud of you. if i could just give you my eyes, for you to see what i see in you, i would do in a heartbeat. it hurts me so much that... you have no idea how wonderful you are, mi amor." he whispered to you in between kissing your tears away.

it may not have been the ultimate solution to your anxiety and overthinking, and it may not have taken away all your overwhelming feelings about the uncertain future—but miguel didn't ever want you to tread through these rocky paths alone, he wanted your hand in his as he walks alongside you and takes on every challenge that comes your way with you, and be with you for both the good and the bad times, because he loves you too much to bear, he can't not be with you. no matter what happens or where you'll go, he'll be with you as much as he can, and make a peaceful forever with you; he'll make every loving moment between you last longer than a second, and make you feel like a happy, blissful eternity with him can be real, and he'll do everything in his power to comfort you and help you walk every step of the way to that eternity.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

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hyuuukais · 9 months

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✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ SUNSHINE AND STRAWBERRIES

pairing ☆ lee felix x fem reader

synopsis ☆ Y/N is a new streamer. after months of planning, and her best friend & now fellow streamer han jisung convincing her, she makes a twitch and youtube account. thanks to jisung giving her a shoutout to his own huge following, she gains some unexpected overnight fame. but what was more unexpected was waking up to see her long-time favourite comfort streamer _sunshine.bbokari_ following her.

warnings ☆ swearing, negative self talk

[TAGLIST -> CLOSED]

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☆ partially written chapter, 8 screenshots ☆

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT ☆ T-REX

Kai is at your door in ten minutes.

You used your safe word, "trex" to let him know you needed him right now. All the guilt and fear sat heavily on your chest; you couldn't even cry. Pain settled in your weary body, your eyes falling on the mug you knocked onto the floor and couldn't be bothered to pick up.

First Jake.

Then Han.

Seungmin, Jeongin.

Felix.

You inhaled sharply, barely containing a dry sob. Of all people, he affected you the most. Your feelings did nothing but grow stronger by the day, and now he was gone.

You fucked up.

"Y/N?" A knock at the door, then a creak signaling Kai let himself in. "Oh, Y/N..."

Taking a few steps forward, Kai took in the sight of you. Your hair stuck to the side of your face, blanket drawn up to your chin. He kneeled beside you, taking the hand that was clutching the couch cushion for dear life in his own, his thumb rubbing your knuckles. The simple gesture broke something in you and the second you locked eyes with your best friend, the tears wouldn't stop.

"Kai I-" You choke out, gripping his hand tightly. "Why am I like this?"

Next thing you know, you're enveloped in the warmest, most loving hug, forcing you to sit up just a bit. You could hear Kai soothing you, one hand rubbing your back, the other on your head. He knew one way to calm you down was by a simple hug, reassuring you he was there.

Once you could breathe and the thunderstorm of emotion was a mere drizzle, Kai pried himself away from you, looking you in the eyes with a firm expression.

"Y/N I can't say none of this is your fault," Your heart sank. "But everything with Jake? That started all this?" He shook his head. "Yeah, maybe saying you had a boyfriend wasn't the greatest move... no buts. Jake needs to learn to deal with his feelings, and if space from you is what it takes, then so be it. Sometimes you are the problem."

"I fail to see how this is supposed to help, Kai." Sitting up now, you cross your arms at him.

"General you, use your brain." Now you can't help but smile at him, sniffing and wiping your nose with your sleeve. "The point is, you can't please everyone all the time Y/N, and you're not responsible for other people feelings and how they deal with them. The only thing you're responsible for is how you react. Sometimes people hurt you, sometimes you hurt them. Right now, you need to acknowledge the pain you've caused and apologize."

You look down.

That's something you love about Kai-- he tells you what you need to hear, not what you want to hear, no matter how hard. He tells you when you mess up, but he'll also be your shoulder to cry on. He was your closest friend.

"Can I use your phone?" You ask.

"Why, yours not working?" He rolls his eyes with a small smile

"It is," You playfully smack his arm. "I just don't think anyone will pick up if they see it's me."

notes ☆ i am so mf tired yall but HEY !! new chapter!! i love kai and y/n. i love this story. i love ynlix and need them to be happy together again. also i can't believe it's been almost a month into this series???? which also means almost a month of having this account OH ALSO BEFORE I FORGET i probably should have said this way at the start, but u can pretty much ignore any timestamps!!

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holdinbacksecrets · 2 years

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hiii i was wondering if u could do what seventeen would do/be like after they’ve had an argument with their s/o?

thank you for requesting!

seventeen after a fight

chan’s is suggestive. cheers/ty to @un-love for helping me assign these <3

seungcheol: breaks up with you because it was the worst fight you’ve ever had, and he can’t get the scene out of his head… the image of your undeniable shock as you registered the hurtful words he said. you get back together by the end of the week

jeonghan: stays close to you and quiet too. laying side by side on top of your white comforter. it’s cool. you’re cool too. maybe even cold, with your back to him and your eyes closed. he’ll touch your waist, not yet knowing the right thing to say, feeling sick to his stomach

joshua: gives you space but creates warmth at the same time. your favorite sweatshirt spins around in the dryer before it’s placed on the bed with a kiss to your head

jun: busies himself. makes dinner or heats up leftovers. hangs his jacket in the hall closet. sets the table. calls your name when the meal is ready. eating together breaks the ice

soonyoung: leaves but texts you not even ten minutes later if he can come back up. the message makes you laugh, mumbling something to yourself about how in love with him you are. he’s rubbing the back of his neck when you open the door, cheeks softly blushed

wonwoo: tells you he loves you and leaves. calls you later or sends a text first and then calls you. comes over early the next morning and embraces you in your doorway. can’t be bothered to wait until you’re alone in your apartment and he doesn’t care if any of your neighbors see. has his face nuzzled against your neck, kissing your skin, breathing you in

jihoon: apologizes. there’s this daze he falls into during a fight and it’s like everything around him isn’t quite right. sometimes it makes his words harsher. the look in his eyes too. but you’ll say his name, and he’ll feel his bare feet on the hardwood floor again. he’ll remember the picture hanging on the wall from last summer, and apologize

seokmin: wants to hold you. cries against your chest. dampens the sweater you’re wearing. you run your fingers through his hair. it always feels so stupid once the fight is through, and you’re left in this painful mood

mingyu: the fight ended in the living room and neither one of you have the energy to move. looking at him breaks your heart. he’s watching the same spot on the carpet, tears falling. it was a small fight. more like an argument, but he’s so sensitive. you call his name. he looks at you before focusing on the ceiling, trying to calm himself down. he apologizes, and his voice breaks at the end. you’re on your feet immediately, quickly falling into his lap with your arms around his neck and your fingers in his hair. he’s holding you so tightly, whispering words that ache your entire being to hear. he shouldn’t feel this bad. he always feels so bad

minghao: reads in the living room. is incredibly aware of where you are even if it doesn’t seem like it. follows your figure when your back’s to him. opens his mouth to only close it time and time again. you approach him first, take a seat in the armchair, and hope he looks at you. either way, you ask what he’s thinking about

seungkwan: beats himself up. can’t look at you. cries choked sobs as he puts his shoes on and doesn’t come back until he’s ready to face you

hansol: sitting outside together in silence. for hours. it’s gone all night before. you cry again, and he holds your hand. he hates the way it’s become familiar

chan: asks what you need from him. he’ll leave if that’s what you want. he’ll kiss you until you can’t breathe. he’ll take off all his clothes and hold your gaze. it doesn’t matter. he’s just thinking about you, all focused on you

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mollysolo · 11 months

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Hi! How are you??

Can I request a Kylo Ren x Reader, where the reader is Rey’s older sister and has telekinesis (very powerful) and protects him from all the people who are after him but over use them and pass out but release a energy blast but he catches the reader in his arms and places them his bed and waits till they wake up.

thank u :)

Hold On To Me

Pairing: Kylo Ren X fem!Reader

Summary: In the midst of battle, you test the limits of your powers and end up going too far.

Warnings: Mentions of the reader passing out, Kylo worrying about the reader, Kylo crying a little

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: i hope you like this!

the gif below does not belong to me

At this point, the two of you had been fighting non-stop for five hours and Kylo had to admit, he was beginning to feel a bit concerned for you. Mostly because while you had gotten to become very familiar with your powers, you had never fought for this long before. He feared that all of this fighting would be too much for you and your body would give out.

But he never pulled you aside to tell you to rest for a few minutes because he knew that’s you’d refuse. As long as Kylo was out there fighting, so were you. It was your job to protect him after all.

And you had been doing extremely well so far during this particular battle, but the edges of your vision had began to grow fuzzy and dark and your breathing was echoing in your ears. But you knew that now wasn’t the time to stop fighting. So as your vision continued to grow darker, you mustered up all of the energy you had left in your body and continued to fight.

Moments later, you passed out and consciousness left your body while you started to fall to the ground below you. And as you fell, your body sent out one last large energy blast, causing anyone within twenty feet of you to get thrown even farther away and fall down.

Seeing this happen to you shattered Kylo’s heart in his chest, he hated seeing you overwork yourself just so that he could be protected and stay alive. Seeing you pass out made he feel as if he didn’t deserve you at all. It also made him want to arrange more training for you so that this would never happen again.

But even in the midst of these sad thoughts that flooded his mind, he knew that couldn’t waste another minute. He needed to get to you, even though the Resistance fighters on the other side of the battlefield had also started to get up from their spots on the ground. He would get you back to safety, even if he died trying.

He pushed himself back onto his tired feet and slid his lightsaber back into its holster on his hip. He then began to sprint over to where you were laying on the ground. His blood was roaring in his ears while he ran, desperately hoping that he would make it to you before either of you got seriously hurt.

And when he did finally reach you, he gave into the strong emotions he was feeling and he let his knees crash into the ground while tears had started to well up in his eyes. But he didn’t need anyone in the Resistance to see that he was crying over you. So, he quickly scooped your body up into his arms and started to run back to his ship as quickly as his legs would allow him to.

Once he reached his ship not long after he had started running again, he strapped you into the seat next to him. He’d rather have you resting in bed right now but this was the next best choice until he got you back to the base. And while he did fly you two back to the base, he couldn’t help but look over at you every few minutes, needing to make sure that you were still okay, even in your unconscious state.

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Upon returning to the base, Kylo ignored everyone and everything that could have possibly attempted to bother him while he tried to get you to your shared quarters, holding your body tight against his broad chest as he ran. And while he ran there, he mentally noted that it wouldn’t be necessary to take you to the med bay unless you passed out again shortly after you woke up.

And when he did reach your shared bedroom within your quarters, he stopped running and slowly walked up to the bed. He gently placed you on your side of the bed and took a deep breath in and out. Kylo stood there for a few more minutes after that, simply watching the way your chest rose and fell with every breath. He let this sight bring comfort to him.

She’s going to be okay, he assured himself as he started to walk away from the bed. He then quickly walked into his closet to retrieve another pillow for you.

He placed the pillow beneath your head as softly as he possibly could without disturbing you. And once the pillow was in place, he pulled the soft covers over you, took his helmet off and sat down in the chair he had pulled up to your bedside.

He sat there with your hand in his and patiently waited until you woke up. He would wait there in that chair for the rest of his life if necessary, he’d never leave your side. Even if someone tried to pull him away from you, he still wouldn’t leave you. He would let The First Order crumble if it meant that he could stay by your side forever. He loved you too much to ever think of leaving you. Especially when you needed him most, like you did now.

While Kylo was stuck in his thoughts, you slowly started to open your eyes, blinking them a few times as you adjusted to your surroundings at your own pace. And now that you were completely conscious again, you noticed the weight of Kylo’s hand in yours and you softly smiled to yourself.

You looked over at him and recognized that far away look in his eyes right away. Then softly started to stroke the back of his hand with your thumb before you said his name in an attempt to get his attention. You wanted him to see that you had woken up and that you were going to be okay.

“Kylo?” you said quietly, causing his eyes to meet yours as soon as his name left your lips.

You watched as a look of relief took over his face and his eyes started to tear up once again. You let go of his hand for now and placed your hand on his face, gingerly wiping away the tears that had started to fall down his cheeks. He leaned into your touch, relishing in the way it felt against his skin.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, using that same soft tone you had just spoken with, not wanting to startle or overwhelm you in this moment. While he spoke, he placed his hand over your own that was still holding his face and softly stroking his cheek.

You smiled a little while you started to talk, “I’m okay, my head hurts a little.” you say with a chuckle towards the end of your statement, “But I’m okay.” you answered, making all of Kylo’s worries vanish as if they had never been there in the first place.

He chuckled with you, flashing a toothy grin your way, making your own smile brighter, “Good.” he replied.

He then leaned in and placed a kiss to your lips, not pulling back for a minute or two while he let you kiss him back, “We’ll talk about what happened later, but for now I just want you to rest, angel.” he told you, prompting you to nod in response.

“Okay.” you whispered to him, he whispered this word back to you seconds later as he started to stand up once more.

He disappeared into your shared closet for a few minutes to change out of his robes and grab some comfier clothes for you. Once he came back to his bedroom, he handed you the clothes he had brought for you and offered to help you change into them. But you assured him that you would be just fine changing into them on your own.

And once you had changed into these clothes, you let out a soft sigh and got back into bed, encouraging Kylo to join you by patting his side of the bed. Not wanting to waste any time, Kylo quickly walked over to his side of the bed and swiftly got under the covers.

The two of you gazed into each others eyes for a little while as Kylo started to wrap his arms around your waist and tug you closer to him so that you could rest your head on his chest. Which you did, allowing the sound of his heart beating slowly lull you back to sleep.

“I love you.” you told him as your eyelids began to grow heavier and heavier, letting your body nestle into his even more than it already was.

He planted a soft kiss to your temple and let his arms reclaim their spot around your waist now that you were comfortable, “I love you too, angel.” he whispered into your ear, not wanting to stop you from getting the rest you truly deserved.

And as you fell asleep once again, a soft smile rolled out across your lips. Kylo had also started to smile while he fell asleep and even though you could not see it, he still let that feeling of happiness take over his usually cold features.

a/n: btw i am aware of the fact that the person who sent me this request has sent the same request to several other writers.

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schoopsahoy · 1 year

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can you PLEASE do “don’t look at me like that” and “don’t we deserve to be happy?” i love steve angst so much it makes my STOMACH HURT!!!!!!!!

ok but this combo has me REELING the angst is gut wrenching today ! thank u so much for requesting this and i am also sorry <3

cw: angst!!!! steve’s need to save everyone getting in the way, no happy ending, no use of y/n {1.1k}

“This has always been the plan, Steve.” There’s a strain to your voice, a crack from where you’re trying to keep it together. You wanted to cry, kick and scream and cause a scene. Not that it’d matter, it’s only you and Steve in your bedroom, the space suddenly suffocating with the tension that hangs in the air. “I get into college, or-or you get a job in the city, and we move.”

The way he sighs your name, somehow both exasperated and laced with pity and apologies, only makes it worse. Your grip on the envelope that had started this whole argument growing tighter by the second, acceptance letter inside crumpling under your fingers.

“You know I can’t leave, not yet.” Steve‘s eyes are boring into you from where he’s sitting on your bed, looking up at you with furrowed brows and soft eyes because he doesn’t want to hurt you or let you down. He knows he’s doing both, knows he has to.

“What do you mean?” You almost laugh, a cold huff of air full of frustration. “Of course you can leave, it’s what we’ve been working for, saving all our money for. So we can leave. Together.”

You weren’t wrong, ever since you and Steve got together you’ve talked about moving away. Too many run-ins with extra dimensional monsters, too many friends hurt or worse, countless wounds dressed and nightmares soothed. You wanted out, needed out. So you saved every penny you could, a shared “get out of Hawkin’s” fund that was finally full enough to get you both out of the small town.

So when your acceptance letter had come through the mail, offering you a place at the University of Chicago to start in the fall, you’d expected Steve to be happy for you. For both of you. Things finally falling into place for your escape, close enough to visit home for the holidays but far enough away to start putting the horrors behind you.

“I know, I know.” He rubs a hand over his face. “But I can’t. I can’t just leave everyone, things aren’t finished here, you know that. It’s not fair-“

“Oh my God.” You cut him off before he can finish. “‘It’s not fair’. What about what’s fair for us, Steve? Why have we gotta sacrifice ourselves? Haven’t we given enough? Don’t we deserve to be happy?” You can feel the sting of tears in your eyes, blinking hard to try and keep them from spilling because you don’t want to cry. Determined to stand your ground without your emotions getting the better of you.

“So what? We get to just run away and pretend like this all never happened? Hope for the best that the whole town doesn’t crash and burn whilst we live it up hundreds of miles away?” He’s not shouting, you don’t think Steve’s ever shouted at you, but you can tell he’s getting wound up because you won’t hear him out. Maybe you are being selfish, but after everything you think you’ve earned the right to be.

“Yeah, that’s exactly it.” You toss the letter into his lap, brown paper of the envelope now bent and folded from your grip. “I got a full ride scholarship, Steve. D’you know how hard I had to work for that? This is our chance, please.” You hate the way you have to squeak your plea out.

He sighs, picking the envelope out of his lap and flipping it over in his hands. “I know, and you should take it. I just, I can’t come with you. Not yet.”

His words feel like they’re punching you in the gut, nauseating and forcing all the air from your lungs.

“When then? When can you come? 6 months? A year?” You cross your arms over your chest, your hands squeezing a little tighter than usual in some vain attempt to soothe yourself.

“I don’t know.” His words are soft, quiet, an apology in not so many words. “But I, I’ll visit all the time, and you can come home whenever you want, and you’ll be so busy you won’t even have time to miss me.”

“That’s not true.” You’re quick to respond, the heat in your chest from the anger and frustration is starting to contort itself into upset that Steve can hear in your voice. You’re not sure which is worse, he isn’t either. “You know it’s not.”

Steve reaches out to tug on one of your arms, trying to get you to untangle yourself so he can try and be a physical comfort. He just wants to hold your hand, run his thumb along your skin and tell you it’ll all be okay. You’d probably tell him that he’s always been a lousy liar. “C’mon, don’t shut me out. We’ll be okay, yeah? Just like always.”

You keep your arms crossed over yourself. “This is different, Steve.” You blink hard, eyes squeezed shut because if you look at him, properly look at him, you know you’ll break down. “This was supposed to be for us.”

“No, no, it still is baby. You’re just gettin’ a head start.” He stands up from his spot on your bed, hands quick to cup your face so you have to stop staring at your feet and actually look at him. “This’ll be good for you, you’ll be safe.”

You wish it felt like that, felt like him insisting he stays behind - abandoning you and the plans you’ve made together - was for the best. But it doesn’t.

His eyes are scanning over your face, watching for any kind of softening in your expression, his eyes full of worry and concern and pity.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You might as well be begging, because you can’t stand your ground when Steve looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters to him. It somehow makes it hurt even more. “I need time, need t’think.” You mumble, scared of the weight your words hold, what they might actually mean.

“Baby.” His brows pinch as he looks at you, his thumb that’s moving across your cheek pausing just for a second. He doesn’t know what he expected from telling you he was staying in Hawkin’s, of course you were upset but he hadn’t anticipated it hurting you this much. Maybe he should have, definitely should have, but now it feels like everything’s about to come crumbling down around him.

“No, I know.” You shake your head, as much as you can with Steve’s hands still in place on either side, trying to cushion your words and their meaning. “I just need to think, please?”

He nods, doesn’t want to beg and plead for you to hear him out because he knows it won’t work, knows there’s nothing to hear right now. “I love you.” He whispers the words against your forehead, a soft kiss punctuating his words and you know he means it.

“I love you, too.” You can feel the sting of tears returning in your eyes, because you mean it too. You think that makes it worse.

#sorry this also took SOOOO long the brain goblins have had my life lately #i hope this was stomach wrenching enough to make up for the wait :) hehe #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington angst

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iluvshinytwink · 1 year

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Trent with school smart, but emotionally/socially dumb, and a very sensitive gf and he gets frustrated with her and yells at her and she bursts out crying making him feel bad and both end up crying but with a fluff ending I love ur angsty works😩

Sensitivity - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Summary: After a harsh game where Trent wants nothing more but to hold you close and pure silence, you come to him ranting about your lesson and Trent gets frustrated and lashes out on you.

Now Playing . . . How To Disappear by Lana Del Rey

A/N: tell me why i forgot to put other players in my first introduction, anyways thank u for requesting and liking my works!!! this'll be the first time i'll post about trent so i hope u enjoy this! <33

put on some mother lana so i hope she'll bring out the angsty words from my dictionary and into this goofy oneshot 😈🤞🤞

Trent sighs to himself, his body ached of pain and his eyes drooped low. He was worn out and even though the game was done he felt his heart beating faster due to the adrenaline. He took off his shoes and all he could think about was you. Your warm body which he wanted to embrace, your soft hair which he wanted to run his fingers through, your eyes which he wanted to be lost in, your lips that curled into a smile and which he wanted to kiss senselessly, to forget everything.

He felt his chest close in, his mind thought of nothing but you. He was happy the game was over, he could drive home and run into your arms, melting into your body as you played with his dreads with a book in your hand.

Trent steps into his car, quickly turning it on, he wanted to be home as quick as possible. As he drives his mind started remembering the subtle moments he wanted to experience again tonight.

Trent had his head on your chest, eyes closed. His arms wrapped around your waist, almost protectively. With your right arm you played with his dreads, humming a tune from a song. And with your left hand was a book, reading silently. He remembers the way your chest rhythmically pumped up and down, he was lulled by your soft humming and eventually fell asleep.

He smiles at the sweet memory and continues driving.

Trent opens your front door, being met with silence. He was a bit upset that you weren't immediately there to greet him hello and maybe engulf him in a hug. He softly sighs, letting the things in his hand fall freely on the ground.

"Babe?" your boyfriend called out as he took off his shoes. No response.

His body ached by the second and gave up on the idea to search for you. He let his body freely fall into the couch, a deep sigh escaping his lips. He closed his eyes as he hoped he'd drift to sleep and when he wakes up you'd be beside him, also sleeping.

Suddenly, fast footsteps descended a flight of stairs.

"Trent!" you exclaimed. Trent immediately felt his eyes open and even though his body felt numb he sat up, there you were-- the person he craved for. "Hi--" he said but he was cut off. "Ugh! Today was such a pain in the ass!" you groaned, folding your arms together. He felt his eyes droop lower and his patience ran thin.

He loved you with all his heart, his soul, his body but he hated the fact that even though you were academically smart you were dumb with emotions and reading them in general. You would cut him off when he was upset or happy but he was fine with it. No person was perfect and he knew that but it was annoying.

Trent leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling as you rambled. Whatever you said was incoherent to him at this point. Trent closed his eyes, mind blank and ears seemingly closed.

"Trent?" you called out to your boyfriend. His eyes slowly opened, meeting with yours. "Are you done?" his tone sounded annoyed and bothered. "Are you okay?" you asked, a little worried at this point. "I just want silence for a while." he plainly explained, voice laced with bother. "A-- Are you sure? You seem--" you started fiddling with your fingers, you didn't know what was going on or what would happen after this. "Can you just leave me alone!?" Trent yelled. A shudder was sent through your spine, your ears rang from the volume of his voice. You were scared, emotional, and everything in between. "I--" your throat gave out all it could, all that was left. Your voice wobbled. A lump formed in the middle of your throat, your eyes stung of tears and you blinked rapidly to scare it away.

"What? What else do you want to say?" Trent stood up. You instinctively stumbled back, eyes glued on the ground. "What else!?" his voice was louder than it was before. You felt yourself flinch at his voice. The voice you once craved to hear, the voice that made you feel calm, loved-- scared you.

Trent feels a heavy sigh escape his lips which felt like more of a groan out of annoyance. Trent turned his back on you, collecting his patience back. Trent mumbled things under his breath. With his mumbling you heard: "Why are you like this?" You felt angry, sad, and somewhat betrayed. Your eyes stayed on the ground, you held your breath for several minutes, afraid that if you open your mouth a strained whimper would escape your lips.

Trent turns to look back at you, finally seeing your head hung low, hand fiddling with each other. Trent stayed silent, his mouth open, his throat preparing for something to say.

Then, he sees a tear fall into the ground. He felt his chest close up, his world stopped and his heart broke. Were those tears? Your tears? Did he make you feel the need to cry?

"Y/n?" his voice was low, shaky. His feet slowly approaching you but you back away. Were you scared of him? "Babe..?" his voice came out a desperate call, a whisper. Your teeth gritted against each other and a hic came from your mouth. With that, he felt another piece of his heart break away.

Even so, he kept nearing you and every time he neared, you backed away.

Eventually you hit a wall. Your back pressed on the wall as another hic escaped your lips. "I'm sorry.." Trent whispered, eyes blurred from the tears. He didn't dare blink. He wanted to look away from you, to stop this feeling-- this ache in his body to stop but he didn't want to. He couldn't break his gaze from you.

Trent feels his arm reaching out for you. Trent's hand eventually touches your shoulder and he feels you flinch for a moment, your entire body stiff from the sudden move. Slowly, you felt your body relax. Trent's lips quiver in fear, sadness before bringing your body to his.

He hugged you tightly, afraid that if he let go you'd vanish. Your arms stayed on your side, not wanting to hug him. His chin rested on your shoulder as he cried. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.. I--" he croaked. You felt your body tense up once more. You blinked and more tears fell. You felt your hands dig into your palm. You didn't know what to do-- how to feel. A shaky sigh escapes your lips and slowly, instinctively your arms wrapped around him. "Please forgive me." he mumbled underneath his sobs.

You hugged Trent comfortingly, your touch told him that it wasn't his fault, your embrace felt warm, your arms told him that you've forgiven him, your fingers told him that whatever he'd do you'd never break away from him, no matter how hard he pushes.

"I'm sorry, baby. I can't-- I didn't--" he stammered.

"It's okay, Trent." you finally spoke, your voice came out soft and comforting. "You didn't mean to." you reassured.

Trent felt guilty, a part of him knows it was his fault but a part of him started believing it wasn't his fault.

He felt guilty, like he did an unforgivable crime and lied about it.

He broke your heart and he broke his own.

"I'm sorry." he repeated, desperate and shaky. "I know you're sorry, you didn't mean it, you didn't mean any of it." you cried. The way your voice broke, the was it cracked-- it hurt him. Your words were soft and calm but your voice was broken into pieces.

"I love you and you love me. That won't change anything, whatever you say won't affect that. You hear me?" your voice calm and steady. "There's no point in saying you're sorry because I know you are." you pulled away from him, looking at him directly. His eyes glimmered with tears, cheeks stained with it. He looked at you, your eyes were red and puffy and he felt like he couldn't forgive himself for doing this to you.

You inched closer to him, planting a kiss on his forehead, then to his cheeks. You cupped his cheeks with a wobbly smile on your face.

Even though he made you cry, you loved him regardless, even though he made you scared of him, you held him tightly, even though he screamed at you, you spoke to him tenderly and softly. Even though he'd never forgive himself, you forgave him in a heartbeat.

(SPECIAL TAG TO @habuonlylikesu she has sent 2 requests and shes such a slayer idk how to explain her bro.. ANYWAYS the reason why this is so long is cause of the description of the details 🙄🙄 i tell u guys mama lana del rey DOES something to ur writing. ANYWAYSYSYSYS THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR TRENT AND IM LOWKEY PROUD. funfact i did this the evening i got the request and i just deadass didnt know how to execute it and like 2 days later i finish it in one sitting. OKAY SMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON AND SUBSCRIBE FOR MORE BANGERS LIKE THESE!!! 😱😱💕💕)

#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold x y/n #iluvshinytwink #imsoslaying #delulu hours exe #ijusttookadoodoo

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zvdvdlvr · 1 year

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I don’t know if you take requests if yes then could you pretty please do a Cedric Diggory and/or Theodore Nott fluff alphabet

Thanks✨

fluff alphabet; cedric diggory

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

ok but i really do believe that cedric diggory needs to always be holding your hand or, in case ur not a physical person, know that he's always by your side. i do be thinking though that cedric will always be down for almost any kind of pda

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

the forst thing i thought of while reading this is that there are two types of best friends reacting to their bestie's break-up: the one thats all "omg bae im so sorry!! do you need to talk? lets watch some movies and ill get all the ice cream and you tell me everything" and then "ok... any suggestions for what we'll do with the dead body?" out of these, cedric's fr the first one.

as a best friend, cedric 100% will point and laugh at people you dont like, and will undoubtedly stand up for you and ur presence if you aren't there.

and he will buy you Christmas gifts (if u celebrate) and will spoil u on ur birthday

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

YES. PLEASE.

he loves spooning (specifically him as little spoon but he dgaf if u dgaf) and will 100% fall asleep with you. cedric, for one, lovesss being in between your legs (hey now 🤨📸) with his head on your stomach and he's just all wrapped up in you omg it makes him so happy and warm and sleepy omg hes soft

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

at some point, yeah. cedric wants to settle down. he knows, though, that thats not always in the cards and is willing to do whatever for your love.

HOLY NART CEDRIC DIGGORY IS AN AMAZING CHEF D O N T TRY TO CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. ok so imagine: after graduation, probably a week or so into life without school, you're still unconscious from a busy night of doing whatever you were doing. now its getting later in the morning, the sun is rising farther, and your body is ready for food. cocooning yourself in an old hogwarts blanket, you start making your way to the kitchen of the apartment you're sharing with cedric. you find him mid-flip of a scrambled egg. he's wearing a pairbof light grey sweatpants, and the sun shining beautifully on his bare chest. not to brag, but cedric was definitely muscular from quidditch. he looks up, soft eyes visibly lighting up seeing you. he smiles sweetly as you basically waddle to him. taking you in his arms, he presses a kiss to your forehead and goes back to the egg.

lmao okay i see u

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

genuinely, cedric does want the best for you, so he takes comfort in knowing this would be good for you if breaking-up was necessary. he won't pussy out, don't worry. cedric also believes in communication, so he'll make dinner or whatever and then he'll sit down with you and just say it as it is with as little sugar-coating as possible. he cares about your feelings, so he wouldn't be mean about it. he'd assure you that if, at any point, you needed him, he would always be there for you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

mans ong wants to get married (when he knows ur the one). he wouldn't wait years unless he felt the need to, but wouldn't rush right into it.

when the time comes, he'll introduce you to his family, and obviously his dad would like you because theres literally no reason not to. he would buy a ring without you knowing, and would definitely take you somewhere. if you proposed to him, holy shit he'd probably start crying. if you made a speech? sobbing. he's kinda emotional, and is not afraid to cry about the big stuff. happy tears streaming down his face hed probably make tf out with you right then and there.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they physically?)

he a softie, i think we know now. physically omg would be so tender and sweet with you unless you want him to be ;) (im sorry omg im sleep deprived)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

oui oui, garçons und filles. expect lots of hugs from behind cos bros a sucker for those ong 😭❤

if ur shorter than him, hugs from the front are so sweet n shit. he leans down and kisses your forhead and its honestly just so sweet damn

if u a little taller than him, slay bbg i see you 🤩 anyways, ced wanna be held some days so he'll just kinda stand there until you get the hint and hug him like you know he needa be

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

damn okay thats a tuff one tbh

when he knows you'll put up with his shit and he just kinda knows that you the one, he'll come up and be twiddling his thumbs and be all ''omg i think i love you and im in love with you"

no, honestly, he'd probably bring it up into a conversation and then just steamroll right by it. he wants you to know he does love you but he doesn't want to be overbearing and scare you away

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

cedric does kinda get jealous, but damn he won't tell you. it's kinda obvious, though, when he is jealous. he'll be glaring and everything at whoever your talking to/about and kinda just wallow in his anger like "merlin man dzont they're with me >:(((((" when you come by and stand by him and kiss him or hold his hand, he does get happy and look down to keep anyone from seeing his smile

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

depends of the mood

during hogwarts and he just got out of a rough class or its been a long day or whatever, he'll kiss you with those soft lips of his, gently tugging your bottom lip with his teeth.

if you're both at home and just woke up its just a soft little kiss on the lips, lingering slightly

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

literally so sweet omfg 😣❤

as a prefect, he's got some experience with kids (specifically 11 and 12 year olds) if you both decided you wanted kids, adopted or not, he's definitely be so sweet but sometimes you might have to remind him that he needs to be especially firm with some kids just because they may need it.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

slow and sweet, most days. he'll make breakfast (most days) at some point unless hes asleep or sick. if you shower in the morning, he'll make sure you have a cup of tea or coffee or cocoa waiting for you when you're done

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

he loooovvveeessss cuddling okay? he'll do anything you want, watching movies, play games and the like

though cedric loves movie nights, he loves the moments when the movie is paused, and you're doing whatever it is you're doing (petting ur dog or cat, re-placing a blanket, scurrying out of the room for some reason) he loves those. it makes him feel safe knowing he's with you in your home, with your personal stuff, being happy and cute

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

as friends, you'd obviously know the basics: fave color, fave drink, eye color, yada yada yada.

cedric diggory trusts pretty easily (when dating) and will tell you things you probably never thought to ask. personal things that he holds so close to his heart, sometimes he forgets those things are even there.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

it certainly takes a little bit to get him upset

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

cedric takes pride in knowing he's yours and you're his, so yeah, he knows details about you almost no one else really knows. hell, he'd probably even remember your gramma's birthday (if you guys were/are close)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

waking up with you for the first time. seeing you asleep made him swell with warmth. he knew you had a hard time trusting, so you being vulnerable around him made him super mega ridiculously happy

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

he trusts you. he knows you know that there's a line between being nice and being a little too nice, so he doesn't get too jealous. in any case, a part of him is worried you'd find someone 'better' than him

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts?)

cedric loves dates. cute little outings where you guys can go do that cute couple shit and just bask in each other.

CEDRIC LOVES GIFT GIVING WHAT

he knows what to get you because he kinda likes going shopping with you

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

cedric picks at his hangnails until he bleeds

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

now, as one of the golden boys of his time at hogwarts, yes he does care about his looks. he dgaf about little pimples but damn if theres a hot out of place...

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

honestly kinda. he's devoted to you. he's yours. its hard for him to be away from you for weeks let alone months, but of course, he would always pull through in the end; all for you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

cedric pets every dog or cat that he sees (with permission)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

bros got a thing for not having dirty socks laying on the floor don't ask me why i know this shit

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

turning and nuzzling into you and holyfuckingshit its adorable :((( sometimes he'll whine when he can't quite reach or find you and he'll 100% wake up in the middle of the night if you aren't with him

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honeymark · 2 years

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𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒄𝒕 𝟏𝟐𝟕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ㅡ

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˗ˏˋ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 :: hi miss soojin ! could u write smth ab 127 comforting their insecure gf ? thank u so much ! ´ˎ˗

⇢ 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐈𝐋 never really thought much about his self-esteem, so coming home and finding you balled up on the couch with a pair of jeans crumpled on the table certainly leaves him stunned. he nearly trips on his feet as he runs over to you and immediately cups your cheeks in his hands as he asks if you’re okay. he carefully wipes away the hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you quietly reveal that you no longer fit into your favorite pants. he waits for you to finish admitting the insecurities you hadn’t even realized you were holding in, but each word that you confess only deepens the sorrow hanging heavily on his chest. “y/n,” he starts, taking your hands into his. “honestly, to me, your weight is the least interesting thing about you. you’re bright, you’re considerate, you’re so funny you make me laugh until i’m crying on the floor. i could go on forever.” he presses a kiss to your knuckles before gathering you into his arms. “being with you fills me to the brim with joy i’ve never felt before. i love you the way you are, y/n.”

⇢ 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 is more than happy to lend you his ears (and his lap) after you come home from another draining day at your new job. he listens attentively as you rest your head on his thighs and elaborate on how inadequate you feel in comparison to the other fresh recruits, but he squeezes your cheeks when the conversation spirals into a self-deprecating rant. “hey, you better watch it. that’s my best friend you’re talking about,” he jokingly warns you. the sudden gesture is enough to disrupt your destructive train of thought, and you can’t help but smile as you sit up and climb on top of his lap in a warm hug. you murmur a quiet “thank you” as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, and the night ends with tender kisses as johnny lists out all of the qualities he loves about you.

⇢ 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 knew that fatherhood was going to be exhausting, but he didn’t expect to be on the verge of collapsing within the first two weeks. he also understands that whatever he’s going through is just a fraction of what you’re experiencing, so he can’t help but tear up as he watches you fall deeper and deeper into despair. “i can’t fucking do this. i’m not cut out for this, taeyong. i feel like i’m going crazy, and i just can’t do a single thing right. i’m already a terrible mother,” you manage to huff in between sobs, after finally getting your twins to fall asleep.

he envelopes you in a warm, secure embrace, and he presses a kiss to your forehead as he caresses your back in soft circles. “you’re doing your best, and that already makes you a fantastic mother, y/n,” he tells you, gently. “this is a completely new experience for both of us, so of course we aren’t going to be perfect parents right off the bat. it’s okay to struggle. i’m right here with you, i promise. be compassionate with yourself, honey. you deserve it.”

⇢ 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 showered you in so much affection that you usually didn’t have any room left in your mind to entertain insecurities or negative comments. unsurprisingly, you never really understood why some people became so fixated on their partners’ exes. until now.

two days have passed since you came across yuta’s ex’s instagram page, and since then, an awful ache has been churning in the pit of your stomach. anyone with eyes could tell that the two of you are polar opposites ㅡ in looks, in style, in seemingly everything. out of sheer anxiety, you’d bought a couple of outfits that definitely leaned more towards her aesthetic than your own, and it doesn’t take long for yuta to notice the shift in your appearance. he’s quick to point it out, and you’re just as quick to confess the thoughts that’ve been hanging on your heart. he offers a kind smile, then leans in for a warm kiss before pulling you into a tight hug. “y/n, i love you for you. for the way your silly brain works. for the way you treat other people. for the way you work so hard for your goals. i mean it. i love you, whether you’re wearing this, your usual clothes, or no clothes at all.”

⇢ 𝐃𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 has always understood your determination to succeed, so he isn’t surprised when he wakes up and finds you hunched over at your desk, typing away at your laptop. he reaches his arms above his head in a stretch, then mindlessly slips out of bed and sleepily shuffles over to you. he asks you why you’re still awake, and you stifle a yawn as you recite a complicated summary of your night. he presses a chaste kiss to the top of your head before attempting to lure you to bed, but the way your voice breaks as soon as you start talking about how you’re “behind” compared to your peers is enough to shake him from his initial intentions. “y/n, you aren’t behind at all,” he tells you, after swiveling your chair to face you directly. “i know it’s hard not to compare yourself, but the pace you’re working at is fine. you’re already doing a great job, y/n, really.”

#nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct reactions #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 reactions #nct fluff

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zoromuse · 1 year

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(Valentine’s Day event) I wanted to request 19.) “Be a good girl for mommy/daddy” for Yamato and the reader can be f! Or gn! Whichever ones easiest for you❤️

Yamato + "Be a good girl for daddy"

cw. f!reader, yamato uses a strap on, size kink, mentions of squirting

wc. 0.5k

a/n. first time writing for one of my favs, i should write for him more often hshsjs, happy valentines day and thank u for requesting <33

“Spread your legs, pretty,” he says, motioning to your thighs. You do as you’re told, giving him a good view of your glistening pussy, throbbing with a need for him. “That’s it”

His bigger frame is intimidating. He easily towers over you in any situation, but in moments like this he likes to use his height to his advantage, watching how you tremble under him in anticipation, because you know what’s to come, but you’re not sure if you can take it.

The harness is secured around his hips, and his strap is heavy as he slides it between your folds, the tip of the toy grazing your clit and making you squirm.

“You’re gonna be good and take my cock, right?” he says, a determined look in his eyes that tells you no matter what you answered, you’d have to take it anyways. He spreads your legs wider and uses his hand to align himself to your entrance.

“Yes” you answer, clawing at the sheets and biting your lip. It’s not the first time you’ve taken his strap, but you can’t help but feel nervous at the prospect of his huge cock stretching you out.

“Yes, what?” he says, a question you know all too well, followed by an answer that you say almost on instinct.

“Yes, daddy”. The name makes him groan, finally entering you in a slow, swift motion that knocks the air out of your lungs and makes you arch your back.

“That’s it” he says, using his free hand to clean a few tears you had shed. “Be a good girl for daddy”. If he knew the way your walls tightened when he said that, he wouldn’t say it so lightly. Or maybe he would, knowing him, he’d probably say it over and over to see how long until he could make you cum from his dirty words alone.

“I’m your good girl, daddy-!” you cry, wrapping your arms around his huge shoulders, pulling his chest closer to you to the point his boobs, which keep bouncing with every feverish thrust, are grazing against your mouth. It’s too much for you, too big a temptation not to take one of his nipples into your mouth and suck, trying to distract yourself from the growing knot in your tummy. It’s so embarrassing that he’s barely started and you’re already on the verge of an orgasm, but it doesn’t help when he slams his hips into you with such force that leaves your mind empty, only thinking of his cock.

“Yeah you are, and you’re gonna be good and cum for me, right? I wanna see you cum, make a mess for me” he says. “You always make such a cute face when you cum”.

Your sight is infected with his expression, a soft, yet smug smile on his face. He’s proud of himself for being the only one who can make you come undone in a matter of seconds, he’s the only one who can watch you fall apart as you cum again and again, until you’re an overstimulated mess who can’t even think straight.

He’ll let you recover for a few seconds, until he sees your breathing has steadied and your heartbeat has gone back to normal, but don’t think it’s over then, because he won’t stop until you’re squirting and covering the sheets with your essence.

#one piece x reader smut #one piece x reader #one piece smut #one piece #yamato smut #yamato x reader smut #yamato x reader #yamato #⭑. zoromuse’s vday event

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vampynights · 9 months

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HIII!!! i'm so glad to see someone who writes for ryro😭💘 could u do ryan ross x reader hcs in which the reader is likeee anxious or in a bad mood or something & ryan comforts her?? ^_^ something sweet n fluffy please!!

✰a/n: HI ANON !!! thank u for being my first request!!! sorry if it isn’t exactly what you wanted, it’s my first time doing headcanons for him and I wanted it to be somewhat realistic. this one came at the right time tbh, i’ve been very stressed and anxious about college applications and shit so this was definitely needed. I love ryro and understand the struggle of not seeing enough people write for him, haha. hope u have a good day !!!

✰RYAN ROSS — headcanons for ryan with an anxious s/o !!!

✰warnings: mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, and just overall being stressed or having bad days. dont worry though, there’s comfort and lots of fluff!!

— i honestly feel like despite being an amazing lyricist, ryan probably struggles with actually saying things to comfort someone or talk to them.

— he’s probably dealt with how own anxiety and knows how it can hit randomly or what can bring it on and he knows how to deal with it

— that being said, he definitely doesn’t like to see his own s/o suffer from it as well.

— if you’re expecting to have a bad day at work he’ll send you a message before you leave to cheer you up

— probably something simple like “have a good day at work, you got this :) -ryan”

— he definitely will play you a song on the guitar if you ask him to, though he’s a little shy about it.

— he sings super quiet at first but gets louder when he notices that you calmed down after hearing his voice.

— if you’re a dog person he let’s you play with dottie and cuddle her !!!

— if you get home from a really bad day you don’t even have to speak, he just sees it on your face and gives you a hug without saying anything.

— once or if you start crying he’ll rub your back and just whisper in your ear to let it out :((

— if you need to rant he is an AMAZING listener. he may not contribute much to the conversation but he’ll listen and give advice if you ask.

— y’know that lyric ‘melt your headaches call it home”?

— yeah he emphasizes the FUCK out of that lyric when he sings that song to you if you’re having a bad day.

— i feel like he’d have a thing for playing with your hair to get you to fall asleep if you’re struggling. like he’ll have you lay your head on his lap and he’ll absentmindedly run his hands through your hair and scratch your scalp while reading or something

— now if your anxiety is REALLY bad to the point where you have a panic attack he is so quick to action

— he knows better than to just tell you to ‘breathe’, he’ll actually guide you to breathe with him and then make you do grounding techniques to calm down

— he doesn’t like to hold you too tightly when you’re having them because he doesn’t want to suffocate you, so he’ll lightly wrap his arms around you from behind and rest your back on his chest

— once it’s over he’ll tighten his grip a little more and try to talk to you about what happened, though dosn’t push you too hard if you don’t want to talk about it.

— he probably cooks your favorite meals if you’re having a bad day and just wanna eat your comfort foods, like he’ll have like recipes and stuff written down in a little book or in his notes app and look at them whenever he notices you aren’t feeling well.

— if he notices you’re stressed with something he’ll offer to help you finish it or will do it for you

— nighttime is always the best time for the two of you. he’ll sing you to sleep if you’re really tired and upset and then will stay up for a while later to make sure you’re alright

— if you aren’t as tired or have too much on your mind he’ll talk to you about anything and everything until you eventually fall asleep. like, the two of you will have conversations debating children's show for HOURS if it means getting your mind off of whatever is bothering you

— overall he’s a very attentive and caring bf who may not have a lot to say but he will go far and beyond to make sure you’re ok !!!

#ryan ross #ryan ross x reader #ryan ross headcanons #panic! at the disco #a fever you can't sweat out #pretty odd #pre split panic #p!atd

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