#i cried about this last night like oml

[birdie-ghost]

Happy birthday!!! :D Remember that you’re awesome, my dude!

#birdiessubmittedposts #submission #HHHHH #THANK YOU SO MUCH GALE OMG #HFKL;DJGHS;AWDSGHL #i cried about this last night like oml #not even lying #the shading is so nice too thank you #not my art #doodle #fanart #HHHHHH

[darkeralmond]

reader x conrad fisher where she/yn is belly’s bff and has been coming with them to cousins for the past couple summers.. one summer things change between yn and conrad and they kiss on the last night but she says they can’t (obviously bcos she knows how belly feels about him) next summer tho she gives in and they start secretly dating/hooking up and then belly finds out — v angsty with maybe some smut 💗

by far one of my favorite requests, anon! thank u sm for the request!! i love u sm!! ❤️❤️

Dead To Me

Conrad x fem! Reader

synopsis: conrad confessed the y/n last summer about how much he liked her, but y/n told him that they couldn’t date. this summer, the night when belly goes out with cam to a drive in movie, y/n finally decides she wants to be with conrad but only in secret. when y/n and conrad are getting hot and heavy at nicole’s party, belly walks in…

warnings: 18+, underage drinking, light smut, vulgar language, y/n playing the victim, angst

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i got a bit carried away, but this shit was SO FUN TO WRITE OML!! I laughed, I loved, and I cried when writing this. thank u sm anon for suggested this, I think this is one of the best works I’ve written in a while.

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Cam parked in front of the house and looked over at Belly before glancing back at you. “You girls ready?” he asked with a smile on his face.

Belly turned back to you and nodded her head confidently. “Let’s go,” she said. You hopped out of the backseat and linked arms with Belly. Cam the two of you like a lost puppy as you and Belly both strutted into the house confidently. You held your chin up high as you walked up through the front door.

Loud music blared from the speakers when the three of you entered. There were people everywhere drinking and getting high. “Belly!” a girl called out to her. She ran up to Belly and hugged her tightly while squealing.

Seeing how happy Belly was with this other girl sparked jealousy in you. It made it seem like she’d be fine without you. Belly then let go and turned to you. “Y/N, this is Nicole! She’s my older deb sister!”

Nicole. You knew that name. It was the name of the girl Conrad took to the deb ball previously. “Hi,” you faked a smile. You spoke in a honeyed voice to throw Belly and Nicole off.

“Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you!” Nicole held out her hand to shake. You hesitantly took it and gave it a firm shake before quickly letting go. Something about her seemed fake, and you weren’t saying that only because of her association with Conrad. “Let’s go get some cake!” She grabbed Belly’s hand and dragged her off, leaving you standing alone.

“Well, great,” you muttered to yourself as you looked around for anyone to talk to. Jeremiah was on the couch flirting to some guy you didn’t know and Steven was just running around getting drunk. Your blood boiled as the feeling of loneliness settled in.

You needed a drink to wash away this feeling of anger. You slivered through everyone, making a beeline to the kitchen to find any sort of alcohol. Your eyes landed on the Pink Whiteley bottle on the counter. Something to wash it all away. You popped the bottle open and poured it into a red solo cup. You then started sipping on it while examining the people in the kitchen.

That’s when you met his gaze from across the room. He drank out of a beer bottle while staring at you. You wouldn’t… not with him. Not on Belly’s birthday. But Belky was occupied with her other friends, she wouldn’t notice if you disappeared.

Your eyes shot a look over to the stairs as you jerked your head over. He caught your gist and immediately stopped his conversation with the group he was talking to.

You couldn’t hear what he said to them, the word you could read off his lips was “bathroom”. You then snuck through the crowd and up the stairs. A minute or two later, he ran up the stairs to meet you at the top.

LAST SUMMER

You sat on the beach next to Conrad as the two of you stared out at the waves. “What’s it like…?” you asked, looking over at him.

He chuckled, “What’s what like?”

“You know… sophomore year.” You had been pretty nervous for your sophomore year, it was all you and Belly had talked about this summer. “Everyone says it’s way harder than freshman year and I’m really nervous.”

“Oh,” he smiled. He looked over at you, something about his blue eyes made your heart flutter. No, stop. This was your best friend’s crush. “Nah, it’s pretty much the same. Just have to take a couple APs and a few state tests.” He placed his hand on yours as he said, “You’ll be fine. You’re smart enough to make good decisions.”

Conrad then squeezed your hands. You felt a surge of electricity run up your arm and straight to your chest. You never realized how badly you wanted to hold his hand until now.

As the two of you sat there you thought about how wrong this felt. You had always felt this way about Conrad, you had always wanted to tell Belly, but she beat you to it. He always managed to give you an amazing feeling that you had to deny. Belly suggested you should get with Jeremiah since she thought he would be perfect for you, but you didn’t want to.

You always thought about Conrad. You thought about how cute he was, but it wasn’t just his cuteness either. Conrad really knew what he did and was confident in himself in ways no one ever had before.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” he scooted closer to you to the point where your shoulders touched.

You froze, “Uh, sure.”

Conrad sighed softly and leaned toward you, his breath tickling your ear. His words sent shivers down your spine. They sounded almost seductive. “I like you. Like, I think about you constantly. Like, sometimes I dream about you when I’m awake. Like, all the time.” He pulled away and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry if that was weird, I don’t normally say things like that.”

The world fell silent around you. Even though there was nothing but crashing waves, the air felt charged. You looked down to where your feet were buried in the cool early morning sand. You could feel the warm blush spread over your cheeks. You bit your lip nervously.

“I really like you too,” you finally breathed out. “But we can’t be together.” You couldn’t meet his eyes anymore. Not when you knew what kind of expression he was giving you. If you glanced up right now you would make you feel even more guilty.

“What do you mean?” he sounded confused. Obviously he was, he probably didn’t know rejection like this. That’s if you could even consider your answer rejection.

“Belly…”  you swallowed, your mouth feeling incredibly dry. The words stuck in your throat. Your thoughts raced, trying to conjure the sentence together. “She…she likes you. She’s liked you ever since she was 10. I can’t do this to her. It’ll hurt her”

Conrad was quiet for a moment. “I don’t care about that, I care about you, Y/N.” Your heart sank. “I want to at least try.”

There was another long pause. You felt the tension build between you. “No,” you whispered softly. “I don’t think we should.” You didn’t want to hurt Belly. You just felt so conflicted about this whole thing. You stood up, your hand fell out of his. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this to her.”

You walked back to the beach house, taking long and quick steps. He called your name repeatedly, but you didn’t listen. You were a better friend than that.

THE BEGINNING OF THIS SUMMER

“Y/N,” Belly said as she walked into your guys’ shared bedroom. “I need to tell you something.”

You looked up at her while taking a sip of your Coke. “What?” You placed the can down on the nightstand, kicking your feet as they hung off the bed.

She plopped down next to you and put her hands on your thigh. “Well,” she had an enlarged smile on her face as her cheeks flushed red. “You remember Cam, right?” You nodded your head which warranted her to say, “He asked me out on a date!”

You gasped, grabbing her hands quickly as you turned your body to face her. “Oh, my God!” The two of you squealed and bounced with joy. “Belly, this is huge! Your first date!”

Her eyes sparkled happily as she gushed about her date. Her excitement was contagious; you also couldn't stop smiling. “Yeah! I need you to help me pick out an outfit for tonight.”

Your smile then faded a bit, “Wait, date tonight? Bells, who am I gonna hang out with?”

She shrugged, “You can hang out with the boys while I’m gone. I think conrad’s staying in..”

Right, she doesn’t know. You sighed, looking away from her. You were on the fence of telling her about what happened last summer, but you couldn’t. Not when she was this happy.

You took a deep breath in and met her gaze again. “Alright, but you have to promise you’ll tell me everything when you get back.” You grabbed her shoulders and shook them excitedly.

“Ok, ok.” She laughed as she got up. “Now, help me pick something out!”

Later that night, you laid on her bed. She still wasn’t back and you were feeling lonely. Not just because Belly wasn’t here, but you wanted to be with Conrad. You had since last summer, you knew it was the right time to finally do so. Belly had a crush on someone who wasn’t Conrad. You knew what you had to do…

You had to talk to Conrad.

You rolled out of her bed and snuck down the hall to his bedroom. The rooms felt closer than usual as you lunged for his room. You held your fist up to knock, but you froze. You couldn’t move anything. There was an invisible force holding you in place. It felt like you were being held against your will.

The door swung open and there stood Conrad in front of you. He looked a little bit disheveled. His hair had fallen down, covering some of his face. “Oh, hey,” he said while looking down at you, running his fingers through his hair in an effort to fix it.  “Did you… uh… need something?” he stepped aside and motioned for you to come into his room.

“Yeah actually,” you replied quietly as you followed him in. He went over to his bed where he sat down, tuning his guitar. You sat down in the rolly chair by his desk and patted your hands against your thighs. After a few minutes, you cleared your throat. “Listen, I wanted to talk about last Summer.”

Conrad looked up from his guitar for a second. “Sure. What about it?”

You bit your lip nervously. “I think we should do it.”

His head snapped up. “What?”

“Belly’s going out with Cam now and she’s lost interest in you,”  you spoke slowly, unsure of where this conversation was headed. “And, well, I like the idea of being together.”

A nervous grin spread across his lips. “So we can do it?”

You nodded, “Yeah. We can do it, but only in secret.”

He smiled brightly, leaning his guitar against the wall. “Are you sure?” He asked, staring into your eyes intently.

“Positive,” you answered.

PRESENT

He lifted you by your waist onto the dresser before placing his lips on yours passionately. You felt every muscle in your stomach twitch. He kissed you deeply, making sure to pull you closer to him. As his fingers brushed against your chest, you gasped lightly.

Part of you felt guilty for hooking up with Conrad while Belly was just downstairs. Part of you felt angry for the way Belly ditched you to hang out with her “better friends”. Part of you felt scared that Belly would catch you two in the act of hooking up. Part of you liked the adrenaline that came from hooking up in secret. It made things more exciting between you and Conrad, and it sure as hell created more sexual tension.

As you pressed yourself closer to him, your hands found their way under his shirt. His skin was smooth and tanned. He hummed against your lips as your hands traced his skin.

He pulled away and quickly locked his lips onto your chin, leading down to your neck. His tongue trailed along it as he sucked lightly on a spot. You let out a small moan at the sensation. A shiver ran down your spine at his touch. You ran your fingers through his silk hair as he began to suck harder at your skin.

“Conrad…” you moaned, running your fingers through his hair again. He growled low. “Please,” you begged as you tugged gently at his hair. You tried to take control of the situation, but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he took over.

You felt your mind slip into darkness for a few moments as you felt him press kisses to the side of your neck. His hands then moved to your breasts, caressing them gently. Your body jolted at the unexpected pleasure.

His hands were warm against your skin as they rubbed up and down the sides of your breasts slowly. His breath huffed against your neck as he began sucking hard. His teeth lightly grazed the skin causing your entire body to shake.

“What the fuck?” a voice yelled. You opened your eyes as Conrad quickly let go of you. Belly stood there with her mouth wide open, her eyebrows lowered as she stared at you two. “Y/N, are you fucking serious?!”

Conrad was frozen in fear. “Belly, let me explain!” You quickly hopped off the counter and approached her.

“You’re hooking up with Conrad?!” she yelled.

Conrad glanced down at you, “I think I should…”

“No! You’re staying right there!” She pointed at him as she cut him off. “Y/N, were you going to tell me?”

“I-I wanted to tell you earlier, but you were too happy talking about Cam,” you stuttered. “I didn’t want to hurt you by telling you!”

She scoffed, “You wanna know what hurts? You hooking up with Conrad to begin with!”

Your jaw tightened as you glared at her. “It shouldn’t matter now! You’re gonna end up dating Cam anyways!” You were starting to get upset as she stood in front of you with her arms crossed.

Her eyebrows raised in anger. “Don’t bring Cam into this! You know exactly why I don’t want you hooking up with Conrad.” She stared at you as she saw your expression turn even more guilty.

She noticed as Conrad turned his attention away from her. “You fucking told him, didn’t you?” You stayed silent, just staring at her. She scoffed, “Of course you did.” She let in a long inhale, she was on the verge of tears.

She shook her head as she paced around the room. You had never seen her this hurt before, you didn’t know how to react. She took in a long inhale. “How long…?” She turned to face you. “How long have you been hooking up?”

You frowned, “We started hooking up the night you left with Cam...”

She walked toward you while grasping onto her hair like she could pull it out. “Is this some kind of sick joke?!” Her voice cracked at the end as her fists clenched at her sides. “Why?! Why would you do this to me?!”

You flinched. “I like him, Belly. He likes me.”

“Oh yeah?” She was crying now, from a mixture of sadness or anger. “You’re dead to me…” She made her way to the door to leave.

“Belly,” you called out to her. “You don’t mean that…”

Her eyes flickered back towards you, “We both know I fucking mean it.” She turned and slammed the bedroom door shut.

You stood there, tears falling down your face as you turned to face Conrad. You could see the hurt and regret in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped himself. He seemed hesitant to say anything.

When he finally decided to speak, he sounded almost ashamed. “This wasn’t my intention.” He looked away from you then.

You walked up to him and hugged him tightly. “I know…” You sighed, “Belly’s just heart broken.” You cried harder, “I’m such a bad friend!”

“Don’t say that” His arms snaked themselves around your waist as you buried your face in his shoulder. “I hate that this is how she finds out about us.”

“Me too,” you sobbed. This whole thing was a mistake. Not telling Belly was a mistake. You should’ve just been honest. Conrad rubbed his hand up and down your back as you cried. “I wanna go home…”

“I can drive you back to the beach house,” Conrad suggested.

“No,” you looked up at him. “I want to go home.”

#conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher #conrad fisher smut #conrad fisher x reader #secret dating #getting caught #smut fanfiction #angst imagine

[pix3lplays]

So about that dark stuff- LMFAO-

Just like. This one is short because I might write more about it later, but like... Argenti is literally OBSESSED with his pursuit of Idrila and finding them. Based on some of the last few things that TB (Trailblazer) talks about with Himeko in the mission with him (finished it last night), it's safe to say that his methods and beliefs are a bit... irrational? I literally took screenies of the convo because oml- Himeko says: "Let's assume that Argenti finds the 'missing' Idrila. Will he be able to recognize them with his human eyes. Or, obsessed with his version of 'them', will he turn a blind eye and not even see them for who they are?"

This is literally a perfect setup for dark romance bs LOL-

Imagine if he believed you to be Idrila, convinced of it and unable to let go of his obsession and his firm belief in what Idrila is meant to be. Subtly shaping you into the image of the beauty, gently manipulating correcting you when you stray from the path. Here in the garden of beauty, only beauty and perfection may remain. After all, Argenti has been devoted to chasing after Idrila and beauty for so long. He is their most devoted follower. He has to be right.

And even worse is you have to keep this act up in public because part of his mission is to spread beauty. So of course he's showing you off to everyone as he brings you along everywhere he goes.

Also I made the drawing bigger. Idk why I like making myself suffer. Still losing my mind over Argenti, I guess. The man himself is art so I suppose it just be like that.

(Also x2: I hope you know that the arranged marriage thing with Argenti has been stuck in my head since you posted it oml- Your writing is always so good. <333)

*Goes backwards for some reason*

Aaaaaa thank youuu, that was a FUN one to write.

The drawing is Perfection, thank you

OK BUT HEAR ME OUT. He’s taking you out in about in Public, introducing you as THE Idrila. You start the subtle little cries for help. Trying to subtly express that this man is CRAZY and you need help to escape and he can Tell what you’re trying to do and he squeezes your hand in warning and it shuts you up immediately because you know you simply CANNOT bear another punishment from him.

#yandere #tw yandere #dark content #tw dark content #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Argenti #Argenti x reader #Hsr Argenti x reader #honkai star rail Argenti x reader

[heizenka]

⚘ Brother!Billy Hargrove x f!sister reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

— content warnings: Season 3 spoilers, season 4 spoilers, references to death, ANGST(I cried writing this oml)

— word count: 0.8k

Inspired by: Heroes by Peter Gabriel

The world around me felt quiet as I walked away from the car, towards the quiet field. My head for once, was quiet. There were no thoughts of regret, guilt, or even anger for what happened that night at the mall.

The folded piece of paper felt weightless in my hand, though it held the heavy thoughts that have been stuck in my head for months, the months that were spent without him.

I stopped walking when I reached the headstone I dreaded seeing again.

BILLY HARGROVE

MAR 29 1967

JUL 4 1985

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

My heart felt heavy once my eyes read the headstone over, even though I had it memorized since the last time I saw it.

His funeral.

I sat down in front of the neat headstone, swiping a few leaves off the bottom of it. I looked down at the paper in my hand for a few seconds, contemplating whether or not I actually wanted to read it.

A heavy breath left my body before I decided to unfold the paper and read it, besides if death was going to come so soon why not clear my head first.

Dear Billy,

I know that you hated me, since the very day I was born you only saw me as a problem in your life. And for a really long time I felt the same way.

But I realize now that I was wrong, and I'm sorry.

But if someone told me a year ago I would be sitting at you grave and grieving over your death, I would think they were mental. Because why would I mourn you? The only thing you have ever done for is take me to school, hell sometimes you didn't even do that. You would ditch me for some hookup.

But I realize now you did so much more foe me, but I just never thought to notice.

Whenever I would do something that I knew dad would get mad about, you always somehow managed to get into bigger trouble, or start a fight with him. You made sure that I never had to deal with him, or the the things he would do if he found out.

I always thought that I would spend my entire life hating you, but what do I know? I just learned that I may die in less that 24 hours, so I just going to stop assuming I know anything thing anymore.

But the worst part about all of this is that I want to be able to not care that your gone, to keep living my life like you weren't killed by some monster from another dimension right in front of me.

I keep thinking back to that day, thinking that I should have tried to get you to change your mind about saving El, thinking that I should have been the one to have taken your place.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt as much as missing you. Maybe you would still be here, and everything would be right again.

But I don't have powers like El, I can't fix this, I can't go back to that day and take your spot, and I can't change what dad did to you.

I imagine that if you were still here, nothing between us would have changed. Or, maybe it would. Maybe we could have been friends, like a real brother and sister.

But your not here, and nothing can change that

I'm sorry.

I'm so so sorry Billy.

Love you shitty little sister, Y/N

I let out a heavy breath, folding the paper back into it's original form and shoving it in my pocket.

I wiped the stay tears that managed to escape my eyes before standing up to walk back to the car, but before I took a step, the sky around me turned dark.

I looked around me, everything was the same, just darker.

"Hey Y/N." It felt like I was just stabbed in the chest as I heard Billy's voice from behind me.

I slowly turned around, my eyes met with his grey eyes, the eyes that I haven't seen since he died.

Tears slowly fell down my face, the only thing I wanted to do was run up to him and give him a hug, tell him everything that I wanted to say but didn't get the chance to.

He stood there, he didn't move.

But a small smile formed on his face, and he opened his arms, he opened his arms for me.

A sob escaped my mouth, my heart felt so heavy in my chest, I didn't know what to do.

He walked towards me, and the closer he got the more my heart hurt, I just wanted to be with him. I wanted to be able to be held in my big brother's arms for the first time.

So I let him get closer, until he had me in his arms. He felt so warm as he held me tightly, I cried into his chest and wrapped my arms around him.

I was finally with my big brother again, and I never wanted it to end.

Even if it now meant that I had to join him in death.

copyright 2021 heizenka, all rights reserved. I do not allow my creations to be published of translated anywhere else so please do not repost.

#billy hargrove x reader angst #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove #billy hargrove oneshot #angst #stranger things angst #stranger things oneshots #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #dear billy #heroes by peter gabriel #season 3 spoilers #season 4 spoilers #Y/N hargrove #brother billy #stranger things x reader angst #max mayfield #maxine mayfield #vecna stranger things #vecna #vecna's curse #henry creel #stranger things season 4 #stranger things spoilers #stranger things 4 #peter gabriel #peter ballard #running up that hill

[howdoyousleep3]

im absolutely shameless soooo this one is gonna be nice a filthy for ya

warehouse daddy and i had the day off yesterday and today (wednesday and thursday for when you open), so we kinda stuck to our separate schedules until naturally i got bored ans i started being brat/tease while he was at the gym (mama if you would please attach the pic i sent you yesterday) i was sending him pics like thoseeee and my pretty new lingerie anddddd some one sided sexting too ngl. sent him some pics playing with her, ans after i finished 😮‍💨 and when i tell you, he came back to my apartment with A Problem. mama i couldn’t even get a word out before mans had me pinned against the countertop with his hands around my ducking neck (back to th collar thing, we didn’t like the actual collar but we both like his hand around my neck, either to get my attention, keep me in the moment or when he feels like being a lil shit. it’s like i have a pavlovian response to his hands aeound my neck jfc. i get so weak im the kneeeeees)

i couldn’t even find it in me to be sassy bc mans looks me dead in eyes ans is all “peaches if you wanted to play today all you had to do was say so” PROCEED TO MAN FUCKING GIVING JT TO MEEEEE UGH

mama he was so fucking rough and meannnn 🤤🥴😮‍💨🫠 last night i was delirious with it. before we even got into it, he gave me a spanking for teasing him all day and then made me finger MYSELF AS AN APOLOGY TO HIM BC I DIDNT SEND HIM VIDEOS JUST PICTURES

mama he ate me out until i cried, i can’t tell you how many orgasms i had just from that. i didn’t think nips ans tugs at her would do it for me but apparently warehouse daddy was playing me like a fucking fiddle ok and then once i was stupid with it, he lays me across the bed and face fucks me until it’s sloppy oml and we were both a mess AND HE WASNT EVEN CLOSE TO DONE

i can’t even begin to tell you how many different positions he had me in, my tits are sore from how much he was biting, pinching and slapping them (this is a new kink of mine apparently, the sting from having my tits slapped could have me coming in seconds i swear) my poor ass mama, i’m pretty sure i have a permanent hand print oml

AND TO FUCKING FINISH ME OFF THIS MAN 🫠 HELD ME UP AGAINST THE WALL ANS FUCKED ME UNTIL I WAS SCREAMING FOR IT AND EVEN THEN HE DIDNT STOP HE JUST KEPT GOING 🤤🤤🤤

(oh and we said the three magical words over breakfast and had my favorite position of sex which is missionary. he had his hand around my throat and anytime i closed my eyes or looked away he would stop 🫠🫠 i love this man so much jfc, i swear he was trying to make room for himselfff ughhhhhh. the military ball is next weekend and i don’t think im ready to see him in his suit)

-🍑 the fucked out simp

here is said pic 😈

honestly there's so much here and we've talked about this a lot but i still can't believe you said i love you 😭 our peach and her Daddy have come so far 😭 and i'm so thrilled you're being loved the way you deserve 😭

#askK #peach the simp #she's simping so hard 😭 #warehouse daddy

[iwaasfairy]

soooo i had a thought last niiight.

iwa-nii coming into your room at night, watching as you cried over some dumb boy that broke your heart earlier that week. he wasn’t the type to comfort you in words, but he always knew one other way to make you feel good. it was a theory he had about you, one that you sort of already confirmed through the thin walls are your shared apartment, late one night with the ex-boyfriend. he hadn’t meant to hear it… or even jerk off to it. but he couldn’t help himself.

you were upset about your school work one night, in a fit of frustrated tears when as soon as big brother iwa was going to come to the rescue (like he always did), your boyfriend began to touch you through your panties, whispering that everything was going to be just fine. that he knew just the thing that could help you relax. for an hour, iwa listened to the pretty moans that ripped from your throat, his cock in hand.

but, he still wasn’t satisfied with the way you didn’t sound as pleased as he hoped. as, fulfilled with the sex, as he hoped. after all, his baby sister did deserve the best. and who better than him to give it to you?

his thumb caressed your cheek, wiping the tears that poured down your face away. “sh, it’s okay, bunny. let me help you feel nice again, yeah? i know just the thing.” as his fingers trailed down your tanktop, your braless nipples poking out of the satin as the rough fingertips of his, trailed across your bear chest. tingles shot through you, nearly getting you high. “b-but iwa-nii, this-this is wrong.” you whispered. “no it’s not. we’ve done it before, princess. did that dumb little boyfriend brainwash you?” he clicked his tongue. “guess i gotta reprogram you than. don’t i, baby?”

- 🌕

IWA NII IWA NII IWA NIIIIIII 🌕 noNNIE YOURJKRNEJEJDJDJND AAAAAAAA PLS I LOVE THIS YES YES HAJIME NIICHAN IS MY FAV YOU ALREADY KNOW HES SO !!! SeXYYYYY I love this big brother Hajime to the rescue oml thank you so much such juicy food on this fine fine day iM SO!!!

#wet #yes. haJIME NIIIIII #fuck I love and adore this #honey mail #🌕 nonnie #tw.incest

[treluvd]

❤️🎁💕🦈🚦💡🎯🎨

Hiiii!!!! I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A GREAT DAY AND I THINK YOU ARE SUPER DUPER AWESOME!!!!!! 💞

HIII I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A GREAT DAY! YOU ARE SUPER AWESOME!!

Here's the answers your emojis! (thank you sm for asking!)

❤️ (What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?) - this one is realllllly hard for me! I really like this piece from You Idiot Kid- "Raph barely cried, and he never sobbed, but, god was he close now. “Leo! Please just tell me you won’t tell him! He- He’d hate me! I don’t want him to know! Please. Promise me Leo. Please. For me.”" But I also love this from Leaving Old Memories (MAJOR SPOILERS) - "He had pressed the cannon button. He had Shredder's head in the cannon. He knew it would jam and kill not only The Shredder, but himself, too. He wasn’t afraid. His brothers were safe. He wasn’t afraid, he really wasn’t, but there was a squeezing in his chest. Even in his last moments, all he could think about were his brothers. But they were safe. He had made sure of that. He closed his eyes. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep our promise, Leo." both of these break my heart oml.

🎁 (Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?) - I'm so glad you asked this becuase I actually have two wip's that I'm really happy about right now. One of them is an angtsy Racey fic, and the other is a pretty wholesome comfortish fic. Heres one of first paragraphs from my Racey fic - "The amount of times he looked through he and Casey’s text messages in the last 24 hours was alarming. The amount of times he had looked through their pictures together was even more so. He knew he was being dramatic, he could still be friends with Casey, he knew that, but he still felt like he had lost one of the most important people in his life. He knew Casey didn’t like him like he did, but still, the confirmation hurt." And heres a piece from my more fluffy one from Donnies perspective - "Depending on how severe the nightmare was, he sometimes would make a nest of blankets on the ground next to Raph’s bed. Though he didn’t like to admit it, he found it really comforting to sleep in Raph’s room, away from all his beeping and buzzing machines that he lived with. Eventually, he would come to Raph’s bedroom not only when he had nightmares, but also when he was frustrated with whatever he was working on late into the night. He found it helpful to rant for a short time, then curl up and sleep in the soft warm light coming from Raph’s night light."

💕(What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?) - Probably Fade Me Away! I like, can't stop thinking about it. Not that anyone reading this is probably interested, but my favorite of my It fics is probably Seeing You Makes it Better. I just think theres something so romantic about it that I haven't been able to bring into my TMNT fics at all.

🦈(Which character is the toughest to write?) - Definitly Mikey 100%. Don't get me wrong, I love him so much, but I just feel like it's really hard for me to relate to him. He really reminds me of my little sister, though, so I just try to think of her when I write him!

🚦(What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?) - My favorite to read and write are defenitly really sad angst fics, but with hopeful endings. Especially in my It days, I would often have the last sentences be that way. Examples, "Even if things weren’t exactly okay right now, Bill was certain they would be, as long as he had Stan on his side." Or, "Bill felt the weight of the night lift off his chest. He was safe with Stan, and he always would be. Stan was enough of a home Bill would ever need." I like the fic to really hurt, but I don't like to leave people walking away feeling compleatly unhappy lol.

💡(How many WIPs do you currently have?) - 6! 4 TMNT ones and 2 It ones, but the It ones are realistically pretty abandoned.

🎯 (Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?) - Not really! Though I'm almost at 50,000 words on ao3, so that'll be fun to hit!

🎨(If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?) Omg anything really. Thats like a dream of mine. I guess if I had to choose, Raph with his mechanical arm from Fade Me Away would be really awesome!

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #ask game #ask #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #it fandom #it fanfiction #stenbrough #bill denbrough #stan uris

[princess-pill-enjoyer]

Oh shoot mb for this long ass novel of a post... not only went into a complete tangent I was also preeeeetty high up until recently. Well. Not recent. I am still high buut I think it's been 4 hours since and usually around this time aint too fussy. But yeh uh I have a bad habit of oveeexplaining when high... as you can see 💀💀💀

But yeah this is about 3 hours of high explaining why I'm taking a break from my normal trip report format so shits a wall o text

Atp.. I'm temporarily abandoning my typical format as the shit gets worse/more emotionally driven I either forget to write it all out or just plain don't want to. And I mean. This shit is for me. What would be the point of stressing a specific way of documenting the shit you know? Can just. Switch. And keep it moving. Not like it bothers me fr fr

Uh but. Since my last entry I think I've had a combined mid 3k rangeish of dph. Not toooo bad given my track record but still I know it's only been a few days since my last proper entry not the best either

Currently off a 450 dose so my saltiness won't be too obvious + I'll be to high to get too too upset about whatever other bs comes alone tonight. I'd take more but I'm saving a 200 for the ride home and I end up taking entirely too much on the ride here so I gotta be kinda conservative with my doses now 🥲

Lots of stuff at once. Lots. I don't even know where to begin as far as what's been on my mind. Just so much.. recently I've been crying pretty much every night. Some of it cause of one specific thing I'm thinking on and others just out of pure overwhelment. I'm guessing within the last like.. monthish and a half the longest I've gone w/o has been 4 days

It's annoying to hide tbh as I've been doing it more I've also been more confident in my ability to hide it meaninggg more tears/reaction. Still not horrible horrible but I have a hard time stopping til I'm tired tired so it usually equals a loooooong ass time sobbing or wanting to escalate it further and shaking from how hard I have to stifle myself. I even cried on this trip actually. Me and my mom shared a bed cause a cousin spent a night in the hotel and not thinking of how light of a sleeper she is I accidentally woke her up a few times from how hard I was shaking. I felt so bad oml I hope to god she was still mostly in sleep mode 🙃

Uh anyway. This is really random but I made this post cause today I was so tempted to steal a cig. I don't even smoke em I just was so curious about the risk there. And it made me feel weird.

My whole family smokes. Seriously like, my dad smokes, my mom smokes on and off, my grandma, aunt AND uncle and my moms side of the family?? Pfft. So it's been easy for me to try if I ever really wanted to. Not that they encourage it or anything. I know they'd be pissed. But I'm sure if I timed it right I coulda beeen tried. But now like I genuinely wanted it fr fr. Only reason I changed my mind is cause they wear too close and I ain't wanna risk it and have them look deeper into that

Speaking of family reminded me of R. God. I wish I could back already. I called her a few diff times and she didn't pick up. That's fine ofc bit it's like.. I dunno how to describe it. It feels like she's distancing herself again and I feel like it was my fault for being too predictable. If I had kept phone calls to few and far between she woulda seen it as special and prolly would answer. Bit nah since my dumbass decided to be greedy my calls mean nothing mostly and she'll just ignore whenever

I miss her so much. I hate that I know she's probably sad and lonely and fucking herself up mixing and redosing on shit that shouldn't be. I hate that I let it become routine. It's too much pressure for her rn. I shoulda let her come to me when she was okay to. It would've helped a lot more. But my dumbass introduced the stress of routine and made her feel bad for sometimes not being in the mood. I know she's prolly feeling guilty too. It breaks my heart bruh

I miss knowing what all she took and helping where I could. I wish I could go back. She has enough to stress on as is. I hate that she's pushing me away again. Not knowing specifics makes me so nervous. She barely even answers texts at this point. She had some health shit going on and I ofc thought okay well it doesn't need to be some long ass convo to be otp ima just ask and check in or her. But I'm still in the dark. We don't call everyday anymore, she's hiding all her health shit going on cause of her pill concoctions, and I can tell something's on her mind. I'd assume something bigger from how hard she's tryna shield it

I tried everything atp I don't know how to get her back. Im so scared and I don't want her suffering in silence because I got too overbearing. She's probably so fucking annoyed by me

I hate her partner. Full heartedly atp. I get it. Sometimes you say stupid shit and I know my bsf has done the same. But ghosting her through all this. Letting her beg you to just talk to you. Fucking dragging out a fight knowing damn well how destructive R is. She demands so much from R and what has she changed in returm? What has she done for R??

Want more time with her? Done. Dropped me within the week

Want to move in together? R's working damn near 7 days a week and tryna either have two jobs or aome side shit just for more to save

Don't like lip piercings? R won't get em even though she seems interested

Want to see her irl more? Before yall pressed pressed about moving in she was planning on not only going for her birthday but her partners too AND possibly Thanksgiving and Christmas.

And what as she changed in exchange??? I HEAR THE SAME OLD SHIT WVEYTIME YALL FIGHT BRUH

Honestly. Fuck that. I don't even care about specifics. Even if she did change all that shit, I'd still hate her for ignoring her for this long and being nothing but cold knowing it hurts. So manipulative. Why would you go out your way to hurt your partner if you do really love them? She has and had sooo many opportunities to speak her mind and move through this but nah nah let's just let my fucking pride keep us apart.

R deserves so much better. I wish they never met. I can't believe she still gets the short end of the stick even when she's proven over and over again she would do literally whatever for you. Literally in so much pain just from not getting to fix things. I hate it so much. She doesnt realize how much her effort is worth. Its so sad like. She could find sooo many people that would reciprocate all that love and care and some off how loyal and selfless she is ALONE but she had ti get stuck with the one dumbass that can't see her worth

She is so fucking stupid. Utterly and completely. There is literally no situation where she'd be in the right for doing this atp. None.

That's not really all but.. ranting about their relationship shit is never completely satisfying. I'd go on forever not thinking nothing of it sigh

I wish I could call her tomorrow. I know she ain't doing too great but I could take her mind off shit for a little. Plus I know I can usually tell if somethings bothering her. I hate that I'm just. Here.

And I miss her background noise. I'm so used to talking shit with her brothers with R dying and tryna join. Or her twin yelling over THEEE most bland games ever. Or hearing all the outlandish but tbh sensical shit she be lecturing R on

I miss her in general. I love discovering new songs from listening to the music she got blaring from her computer, 9 times out of 10, Juice WRLD songs 😭

Btuh and all we'd be quiet doing our thing then she'll bust out with the Outlandish junk just cause

The rare but nonetheless 10/10 days where we talk for hours and hours til we either HAVE to go or one of us fall asleep mid way through whatever long ass story either of us end up telling. Its so cute cause like. Course I think everyone has a sleepy voice but she used to have the most random sleeping habits. And plus even once she did sleep, she'd mute usually. But it makes me feel good that she trusts me enough to like.. not think to hide it? I'm sure she'd probably be self conscious about it after the fact but I mean. At least for the time she was comfortable so I be cheesing cheesing

And her voice is constantly on my mind. I sometimes ask questions or annoy her just to hear her. Plus like I dunno. I've grown to associate her voice with comfort so just listening to her talking ahit about some random 12 y/o o when she play bloxfuits is enough for me to gave a good time. Plus she got about a billion diff voices for specific junk and those are always fun to learn.

Ah sorry I didn't realize how off track I got bruh rip. Point is I miss her and I'm so worried about her but I feel trapped as if I try tooooo often she'll be used to ignoring my calls. Plus if I only text there's a possibility she'll either be sleep or will just ignore

Sigh. I wish I could fix everything for her. She doesn't deserve all this nonsense

#dph #benadryl #diphenhydramine #dph addiction #vent #excessively long #misc

[early20sfailingplenty]

An ocean of hurt in those deep blue eyes // vulnerable!soft!Bo Sinclair x comforting!Reader

Summary: You've been with Bo for a long, long time. So long now, that you both know you'll never be without one another. One night, Bo has one of the worst night terrors you've ever seen him endure, and you reveal one of your deepest and most tender truths - the urge to love on him so completely that he doesn't know what to do with himself. What Bo consents to you doing to him surprises the both of you, but, oh, neither of you will ever forget it.

Here it is, the much advertised soft!Bo fic I've been promising all week!!! Just a quick thing I've been thinking of so much in the last few weeks that even looking at Bo puts a lump in my throat. @imbleedin-out told me that this wasn't too soft for Bo (which was why I haven't written this before), so I'm gonna go ahead with this Number One Thing I Want Bo To Experience (comfort-specific, not the other stuff)🥺💖 When I say I nearly cried with yearning writing this... I just wanna gather the Sinclairs all together and smother them all in kisses and compliments (just once before they murder me pls and thanks)🙏💕.

Also, a huge thank you to @houseofheelshire for reading this over for me while it was in the later stages of being written and for making suggestions to improve the fic!!!!! Every time I reached out with a "I'm stuck💀", you were there with help and your galaxy brain oml I appreciate you so much omg thank you!!🥰💖Your opinions are invaluable and I can't thank you enough for taking the time to help me with this!!!💜🌸

AS ALWAYS, GENDER NEUTRAL READER, NO CODED LANGUAGE, Y/N AND "YOU" USED!

TW; comfort, fluff, allusions to what Bo went through as a child (physical abuse; canon compliant), canon typical darkness, swearing, crying (Bo! You've finally taught him to let go of all that toxic masculinity!!!!), Bo has a nightmare (unspecified but canon compliant), READER IS JUST AS BAD AS THE SINCLAIRS AND COMMITS MURDER (discussed in detail; MENTIONS OF BLOOD, INJURIES AND READER'S GOT SHARP AS FUCK TEETH), possessive language from reader ("your Sinclairs" etc.), brief mention of marriage (within the narrative), could be read as a bit Stockholm Syndrome-y in places but that was unintentional. I just wanted to include it in case this may negatively affect someone.

It's quite emotional but it's something I know the majority of us want to do to and with Bo so I hope everyone's well fed with this piece!

Word count: 3, 956.

(Please I wrote this many words just because I want Bo to experience wrist kisses I🥺)

"Shush, Bo, shush," You leaned up on your elbow so that you could look down at your love, "You're all right, darling." You shifted on the bed as slowly and as gently as you could, not wanting to wake Bo up suddenly. If this dream kept up as it was, you were sure that he would be almost throwing himself from the bed, his mind desperate to escape the dream it had conjured up. Your hand slid into his dark locks, which slipped through your fingers like ink in water, as you tried to soothe him. You didn't want to wake him up, but you didn't want him to go through his pain alone, either. Through the good and the bad and everything which Bo kept inside, you wanted to be there with him, to help in any way that you could. "It's just a dream." You kept talking to him, trying to reach him through his unconsciousness. "Wake up, honey, it's okay, you're okay."

So attuned to Bo were you, so focused were you on him and his every small noise which told more than anything about what he was going through, what he had gone through and what continued to haunt him every day, that you picked up on the exact second his breathing pattern changed. He was starting to wake up. You shifted back down the bed so that you were lying beside him, your head on his pillow. You didn't want to crowd him and you didn't want to wake him up - those things could be dangerous when someone was having a nightmare - but you did want to be there when he woke up so that you were the first thing he saw, as best as he could in the low light of the room, when he opened those beautiful, tortured eyes. Your heart ached for him, because of him. "You're safe with me, Bo, I promise," You continued to murmur to him, hoping that your voice would soothe him even in his threshold consciousness. Your fingers gently scratched at his scalp, entirely skirting over the huge scar which was far too sensitive to be touched for much of the time (and you knew how even the water pressure in the shower could hurt him sometimes). "I'd never let anyone hurt you. Rips throats out with my teeth if they tried."

You knew you weren't lying. You'd done it before - several months ago, when you and Bo were still discovering your newfound romantic dynamic, there had been a really close call with a ballsy set of twins. Bo had taken an arrow to the arm and one to the chest. The arrows had just barely avoided anything vital; it had been so close a call that Vincent's hands had had a sight tremor to them as he had surgically removed the arrow heads from his brother's body. You hadn't only killed the both of them for daring to lay a hand on one of your Sinclairs, but you had ripped them to shreds, going for the male twin's throat with your literal teeth for lack of a proper weapon. You had a blade in your hand, too, though you had been too enraged to fully take stock of what you were doing. Your rage had made you blind, your attack on the twin had been feral, animalistic, and something which hadn't caught up to you until after the fact, your limbs and chin soaked in their blood. That night had made you realise so many things, one of which was that you were more than slightly protective of Bo. It was no secret at that point to anyone that you loved the Sinclairs, but even you hadn't realised just what lengths you would go to in order to protect your home and the beautifully tragic people who lived in it.

Until that day, you had been the permanent outsider in Ambrose.

From that moment on, though, from when you had straightened up, blood dripping down your neck, a blade in one bloodied hand and what was left of the male twin at your feet, you had become family. You hadn't seen Vincent come in, but so in touch was he with Bo that he had sensed his twin's distress and he had come running, getting there in time to see you go feral on the visitors. A part of Vincent had wanted to film you, to immortalise you fully becoming a Sinclair - and, oh, how beautiful were you - but he had been rightfully and painfully focused on his brother's time critical condition, so instead had Vincent simply reproduced the moment in his art at a much later date so that he could show his twin just what you had done for them. In that moment, a fresh murderer and an unofficial Sinclair, you had fully earned Vincent's trust and respect, his remaining inhibitions gone as he watched you defend Bo and by extension, Vincent and Lester themselves, the town and their momma's legacy.

In that moment, you had become theirs.

But more than that, oh, more than that... you were Bo's. You may as well have slipped a wedding ring on your finger for all the commitments you had made by taking out the male twin (and you were sure that Vincent had taken care of the other twin; he wouldn't have left anything for his art or for the town in his blind rage) and the previous life you had officially abandoned all hope of ever returning to (not that you would, even given the chance - Ambrose was everything you had never known you had wanted or needed until you hadn't been allowed to leave).

You were ripped from your silent reverie by a sharp inhale of air as Bo's body ejected from the bed. He was sat up, panting and gasping, a hand on his chest and the other one white knuckling the duvet as he fought to come back to reality. You sat up slowly, not wanting to further startle the poor man. Your heart was bleeding for him, but he didn't want sympathy. Bo had never taken kindly to that, and even when he was at his lowest and most desperate for a gentle hand did you have to be careful with how you said or did things; his mood could switch from one thing to another; screaming one second and then on his knees sobbing the next. Bo didn't want anything more than you, for all that you were and all that you would ever be, and so that was what you would give him. Your heart was bleeding but you wanted to cup your hands around his own and use your blood to fill the holes in his; there was nothing romantic in falling apart but your heart was a bottomless cup of love and you always had more to give Bo. Always. If his heart was a trashed vase, then your love was the golden threads to hold those jagged ceramic pieces together, not stronger for your love was he, but something beautiful even in all the pain.

This was one of the worst night terrors you had ever seen Bo go through, and you were almost at a loss for what to do. But you knew that Bo just wanted you, whether he was going to admit it to you or not, and who were you to deny him anything, when the things you had to offer him, including yourself, were things he had been denied his entire fucking life? You decided to remain lying down for ease of transition. "Bo, honey, it's all right. I'm here." Your voice was only just above a whisper, a concerted effort were you making to soothe Bo. You knew not if he wanted to be touched; it was difficult for you to read Bo sometimes. You knew him well but he was unpredictable, like a wild animal cornered even when the area around him was open did he behave.

You watched with a giddy mix of curiosity and nerves as he slowly, oh so slowly, moved so that his wrists were in his lap. His head bowed and you sat up to join him, already resigning yourself to the knowledge that you weren’t going to be getting any more sleep tonight. You had had a few hours before Bo’s thrashing around in the sheets had woken you up, and that would have to do. You could never go back to sleep knowing that your love was suffering. Without thinking, so eager to comfort him were you, your hand touched his shoulder before you could stop yourself, and Bo practically jumped away from you. He was still rather shaken from the nightmare, the events of which you had made a pretty good educated guess just from the way he was cradling his wrists in his lap. You let your hand fall, a soft thump as it hit the duvet beside you, and you waited for Bo while he took several slow, measured breaths. He was preparing himself to let you comfort him, so traumatised was he and so hurt was he by the world. His parents had taught him from an extremely young age that love - at least their sick and twisted brand of it - hurt. That someone who loved you could hurt you, and though he knew in his heart of hearts that you, his darlin' Y/N, would never do that to him, hesitation borne from such trauma would always remain. It was a fact of life with Bo. You loved him all the more for who he was, for who he really was, and that was yet another fact of your lives together which never failed to render him speechless.

Still, you couldn't, wouldn't, let him deal with himself alone. He had faced himself alone for so many years but he had you now, and you would always help him as best as you could, love him as fiercely and as unapologetically as you could, just as he did for you. Gruff was he by nature, but his level of brutality matched his capacity for passion perfectly. "Bo." You kept your tone soft as you scooted closer to him. The material rustled under his body and Bo came back into himself with a sharp inhale. The noise had you cooing in empathy for the tortured man and the familiarity of your love for him had Bo coming home to himself, and to you.

Slowly, carefully, did you apply pressure with your hand once again until it was lightly rested on Bo’s shoulder. You gave him time to pull away, but he didn't. He drew in a shuddering breath as he turned to look at you. He couldn’t see much at all in the dim light of the room but he knew you. Bo knew his Y/N, he knew how you felt, the weight of you on the mattress or beside him on the sofa or in his truck, he knew your scent and your voice, your very being. He knew you. Your hand dragged down his back and then came up, rubbing fluid, solid motions down his clothed back. You knew not if it was a night during which Bo would talk about his nightmare, but the way he was cradling his wrists told you everything he wasn’t brave enough to, even in the middle of the night when no one and nothing existed apart from the two of you.

"All I ever got from my momma and daddy were scars." A shaky hand moved to touch his chin before he lowered his arm back into his lap. "S'pose they jus' didn't know what ta' do wit' me." Bo chuckled, but it was an ugly sound devoid of anything light. No humour, even that born from self-deprecation. It pulled at your heart strings, rendered you speechless, but that didn't matter. Bo didn't need words, necessarily. He needed your touch, your affection and your love so much more than he needed anything else. Oh, but he was always in so much pain, though his rage hid a great deal of the first from the world, a secondary emotion was anger.

You waited for Bo to continue speaking, but when he didn't, you tried to give him some control over the situation by giving him a choice. "Bo, honey, can you look at me?" You wanted him to, you needed to see his face, but you wouldn't push him. You wanted Bo to know that all of him was safe with you, the good, the bad, and everything in between. He sniffled and ducked his head so that he could swipe a hand across his face. It was a deft movement, clearly practised was he in pulling himself together in a single moment, and it only made your poor heart break all the more as he sniffled again and sighed. The sound was heavy with unshed tears but Bo looked at you, he looked at you, and though you could only see his silhouette and the barest of his features in the darkened room, you could feel the devastation and fear, the rage and the pain in his body. It was coming off of him in waves but you wouldn't let him drown. No. You already had your hand outstretched, literally and metaphorically, to pull Bo out of the murky waters of his own tormented mind and into your arms. He went with you gladly this time, clinging to you the way he used to cling to his twin when his parents finally, roughly, removed him from his restraints in the highchair - the sight of which in the house of wax never failed to turn your blood to fucking lava - and practically threw him into his shared bedroom with Vincent.

You, Vincent and Lester were all Bo had, and he loved each of you so fiercely that it scared him to death so much of the time, though he was loathe to show it without what he perceived to be a good enough reason to do so. You had yet to teach him, try though you might, that love was a brilliant reason all on its own. Love didn't need a reason... it just was. You were surprised by how Bo went so willingly with you, his fingers clutching at your shirt like he didn't want to let go of you. You were his grounding in reality, his weapon in coping with his reality, and he'd be damned if he ever let some fucker take you away. Including himself. You were his light, the only thing other than the town he'd ever gotten right, and in the best way did his chest ache when he was with you.

You maneuvered your body down, down, as best as you could with Bo clinging to you like you were his lifeline until the both of you laid side by side. His arms were drawn up towards his chest, his wrists protected by the way his shoulders were slightly curved inward. It was as though Bo could still feel those tight belts, the duct tape, the red raw skin forever a part of him from all the times he had been restrained as a child. You moved carefully, almost exaggerating your movements so that Bo could tell, even in the low light, what you were planning to do as your fingers moved towards his wrists. To soothe him, to tell him that he was okay, that he was safe with you, you nosed at Bo’s forehead and he hummed quietly in sleepy appreciation. Oh, how he hungered for you and for your affection, just as much as you ached for his. Bo tipped his head back to give you fuller access. Both of you operated on muscle memory to navigate in the moment as you pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering as you took a moment to breathe him in.

You're here with me, you're safe, no one's going to hurt you. It's okay.

All these thoughts and more were in your mind and you hoped that Bo could hear them in your actions. When you pulled your lips away from his skin, Bo repeated your actions back to you, his mouth pressed so tightly to your skin that you could feel the outline of his teeth against your forehead. It was his way of saying, thank you. I love you. I trust you. I know I'm safe with you. You couldn't wholly see Bo's eyes, but you could feel his sharp gaze on you. It reminded you of a camera lens as it focused, and you wondered if every blink he took was a physical manifestation of his want to take a picture of you and this moment. Memory was nature's camera and for once, for once, Bo wanted to remember everything that happened to him.

Your fingers grazed the permanently reddened, tough skin on one of Bo's wrists and he instinctively wrenched it away from you in a flash of white hot panic. You froze in place, with your hand hovering in the space where Bo's wrist had just been, and Bo had stopped breathing too as the both of you weighed each other up. You knew not what to do, other than the fact that reaching for him again without getting any kind of go ahead would be the stupidest thing to do in this moment. So you did what you always did when you didn't know what to do. You spoke your mind. "You didn't deserve that, Bo. You weren't a monster, you were just a kid. You needed help, you needed love, not... not what they did to you. It wasn't your fault. Please, I - " I want to take it away from you. I want to make it better.

But you couldn't. You couldn't. Bo hid his past every day just as much as he wore it like armour so that never again could it be used to hurt him. Your words, so gentle, so tender yet so heartbreaking, served as the reminder Bo needed that he was safe with you, so entirely safe that hell itself could come knocking on the bedroom door, and you would put yourself between the door and Bo to keep him protected. He relaxed somewhat when you touched his hand, your fingers sliding along his in a soothing motion to comfort him. All you wanted was to comfort him, to love him and to be there for him even and especially during his darkest nights, and your patience and compassion was making Bo suspiciously misty eyed. He was grateful for the dark light level in the room. He had nothing to hide, nothing to fear... he was safe with you.

Softly did you move your fingers up Bo's hand, stopping when you felt the texture of his skin change. Your fingers almost hovered over Bo's wrists and you felt him nod. His shoulders were still curved inwards, one of his wrists protected still, but the other one was being entrusted to you. It broke and healed you all at once and you expressed such to Bo by kissing his cheek, your lips feathered to his skin as your fingers began to lightly stroke along the extensive scarring of his wrists. There was so much nerve damage that he could only just feel what you were doing to him, or maybe you were just being that light with your touch. Bo didn't know and he didn't feel all that brave in finding out, either. You continued to press kisses to Bo's face, trying to help him to relax, your fingers stilled on his wrist. Every kiss you bestowed upon him was an 'I love you' and every smile you felt curve his cheeks was an 'I love you too'. So much of your relationship, especially during nights like these, was unspoken and yet you heard each other loud and clear.

You kept it up until you felt Bo melt into the mattress, sincerely wanting nothing more than for him to relax and to feel safe and loved and warm, and then you did what you had been wanting to do ever since you had noticed Bo cradling his wrists, his chest heaving and mind racing. You ducked your head and pressed a feather light kiss to the toughened skin. Oh, but he had never let you so close to them before, and you were so scared of hurting him, of angering him, of offending him somehow... but it was all you wanted to do. You wanted to love Bo for all of him and not just the parts he chose to show you, and that included his scars. "They never should have done this to you, Bo," You deliberately used his name in the hopes that it would ground him as much as it would comfort him to be humanised in the face of everything he went through. "You weren't and you aren't a monster. It wasn't your fault." It was an almost intense, itchy urge that Bo knew how much you loved him in that moment, how much you needed him, and it was only the fact that you could feel his eyes, as sharp as the blades his twin adored, on you even in the darkness which prevented you from feeling like you had done something hugely wrong.

Every now and then did Bo tense up, his body rigid against yours, but then you would murmur his name against his wrist, still pressing tender reverence against his skin, and he would exhale with a shudder and relax anew. You longed to replace those permanent marks of repeated and systematic abuse and violence with invisible marks of your love and though you knew your kisses couldn't literally sink into his skin and heal him from the inside out - for love cannot fix, it can only ease the way even by the tiniest of amounts - that didn't stop you from wanting to make that a reality. Bo deserved better and you loved him so much that it hurt you when you stopped to think about it.

The way his body shuddered against yours and the way he kept pressing himself tighter and tighter into your body until it felt like he wanted to sink into you altogether and never resurface told you that Bo needed this as much as you did, though when you began to taste salt dashed across his skin did you stop completely. Your hands moved to cup Bo's face (as best as you could given the way you were both lying down) and you wiped his tears away carefully. Oh, but you loved him. It seemed to be almost a redundant turn of phrase at this point but still did you seize every available opportunity to speak it. Again and again and again would you remind Bo of your love for him, and though some aspects of his love language was different to your own, he did his best to make sure that you knew how much he loved you, too.

"It's all right, Bo. I've got you." You whispered sweet nothings (though you meant every word you spoke, they flowed out of you smoothly in your need to be everything he needed) until Bo's body relaxed for the final time, his breathing evened out, and the wrist in your grasp became a dead weight. Safe and secured was Bo once more, and you quickly followed him into sleep, for nowhere could he go where you would not follow.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair imagine #slasher x reader #slasher fic #slasher community #house of wax #house of wax imagine #house of wax x reader #bo sinclair comfort #bo sinclair fluff

[fairyxkisses]

☼ dating cove holden headcannons ☼

content overall : gender neutral reader, mainly fluff, kinda random ideas tbh warnings : minor swearing? word count : 1k

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☼ during the first few months cove was very awkward poor boy probably couldn't hold your hand without his cheeks turning bright red we love him anyway

☼ for the first few months (at least) cove would often ask for permission to kiss you

☼ cove is very respectful of your boundaries, the last thing he'd ever want to do is push you too far.

☼ he adores spoiling you, if he sees something he thinks you'd like he's buying it right away

☼ late night texts

☼ mans will text you at four in the morning if he's up something completely random, just a random thought that popped into his head

☼ "hey, did you know the word swims upside down is swims"

☼ did i mention respectful?

☼ he has certain things that he gets super excited about and if asked about them he lights up and could go on and on about them. but he often stops himself mid-rant mans doesn't want to be annoying

☼ mans would be so happy if someone told him to continue going oml-

☼ he'd definitely spend hours talking about his interests if he could-

☼ he wants so badly to be able to actually sleep in the same bed as the mc, but he cant and it kills him MANS JUST WANTS TO WAKE UP IN THE MORNING AND SEE YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE

☼ once he can he's honestly so happy-

☼ if the thought that he did it didn't also fluster him so much he'd go and tell everyone he knew

☼ he doesn't like sleeping in bed without you once he does it

☼ constantly uses this "<3" over text. it's a constant.

☼ mans is so supportive oml-

☼ if you have a certain career path you want, mans is already figuring out how to help you or support you in it

☼ he'd probably learn a fuck ton about any hobbies you had so you could do it together

☼he also knows your favorite everything. flower? check. food? check. drink? yes. favorite type of day? mhm. literally everything.

☼ mans gets very emotional

☼ tbh his entering through the window would become a joke between the two of you-

☼ "hey, what's up flynn rider?" "not much, how about you?" "how you doing romeo?"

☼ adores impulsive dates

☼ picnic dates at the beach + on the poppy field

☼ mans would surprise you with the date on the poppy field and once he learns how much you love it would do it all the time bc it made you happy

☼ he does a lot for you, and he doesn't expect anything in return. when you do something for him it makes him so happy he likely cries half the time bc he thinks you're too good and nice for him

☼ tbh he gives off thigh guy vibes-

☼ like he just appreciates them, he has no idea why he just does? and he appreciates any size thighs. big thighs? love. small thighs? love.

☼ mans adores using them as pillows, simply resting a hand on them (though he gets very flustered the first few dozen times), whatever. he loves thighs.

☼ he'd so buy ankle bracelets for you-

☼ he'd get so shy when giving them to you

☼ "i... i got you something" **intense blush + stuttering** "you don't have to wear them but"

☼ he'd die when you wear them, like, actually die cove.exe has stopped working

☼ he'd probably let you borrow his t-shirts mans doesn't like hoodies so he doesn't have any to give you

☼ would definitely be so happy to see you wearing them, but would also definitely become a flustered mess cove.exe has stopped working again

☼ would feel very prideful if you wore something of his in public (once he got over how flustered it made him)

☼ mans loves to be domestic

☼ like, little things like baking together? loves it mans has had plans to marry you since you were children

☼ once y'all say "i love you" to each other, he says it whenever he can. mans loves to express his love for you.

☼ gives some of the best hugs??? like-

☼ his hugs are super comforting? and just *chef's kiss*

☼ idk how to explain it-

☼ his love language is definitely acts of service and physical touch

☼ mans loves to be somehow touching you??? HE JUST DOESN'T ALWAYS KNOW HOW TO JUST LIKE HOLD YOUR HAND???

☼ it's so frustrating for him-

☼ he'd probably have a specific look he'd give you when he wants to hold your hand or just you but doesn't know how-

☼ he'd definitely would just stare at you with that look until you realized-

☼ when you first started dating he'd legit look at you with this seriously concentrated look trying to figure out how tf to hold your hand

☼ his thoughts are like "do i just grab it?" "what if they don't want to hold my hand?" "oh my god how do i just-" "WHY CAN'T I JUST GRAB IT???" "i'm so stupid-" "what if i just grab it?" "okay cove, you've got this. it's simple. just reach out and grab their hand." "NOPE NOPE NOPE CAN'T DO IT"

☼ *cue intense stare at your hand*

☼ have i mentioned he's extremely respectful? mans would rather die than cross your boundaries. if he did it'd definitely be on accident and he'd spend weeks trying to make it up to you

☼ mans is kinda insecure

☼ loves constant reassurance tbh

☼ he definitely thinks there are better people out there for you and thinks himself to be the luckiest man in the world bc you're dating him

☼ would definitely cry at reassurance at times

☼ when cove can give compliments, he gives the best ones?

☼ like, mans doesn't try but he gives amazing compliments

☼ he's an awful flirt

☼ oh my god, mans is great at a lot of things. flirting? definitely not one of them.

☼ the few times he's tried, it didn't go well.

☼ *cove trying to get the courage to say something "flirty"* "is your mom a thief? because she stole the stars and put them in your eyes." likely said this while at the poppy field during a cloudy night

☼ even after years of teasing, he still blushes whenever the families tease the two of you

anyway, cove holden is a big simp and would give the world to the mc.

#cove holden #cove holden x reader #our life beginning and always #cove holden headcannons #cove holden fluff

[simpforsexyassmf]

he defends you in front of paparazzi /Vinnie Hacker x reader

TRIGGERS : NONE

   send some requests running out of ideas

“hey y/n, could we ask you some questions please” i put my hand over my face and whispered to vinnie that i was uncomfortable “No sorry” i said shyly and uncomfortably “Y/n what are your opinon on Nessa and Jaden, being a close friend with josh, mads and everything” i try to ignore him “Y/n do you think that theres a feature with you and music” i walk faster trying too loose them while holding vinnie’s hand slighty “Y/n the fans wanna know, Are you guys datinf or are you offical”  “I really don’t feel like talking” i say almost whispering but just loud enough for him and the camera to hear me “y/n the fans wan-” Vinnie turns around I let his hand go, while i carry one walking with tears running down my eyes “Dude can’t you see you’re making her uncomfortable, like leave her alone she said she doesn’t wanna talk. Respect that, honestly bro not cool” he runs after me, i get in the car and start crying. I really didn’t wanna be filmed. Vinnie got in the car and held me while i cried against his chest.

NEXT MORNING

I wake up to my notifications going off none stop, I slide up against my bed frame and look at what was going one 

*PIC OF YOU WALKING OFF*

#Y/NL/n walked off after not wanting to talk to paparazzi while leaving #ThePalm with #VinnieHacker

comments :

@xnotxfeelingss : feel really sorry for her, she sounded generally really uncomfortable

@alexvegas : The way Vinnie stood up for her😫🥵😍

@vinniexy/n : THE WAY VINNIE GET PROTECTIVE OF Y/N OML THIS IS LOVE

@brycehall : dude thats wrong, leave her alone if she doesn’t wanna talk

@vinniehackerrr : and yet you still posted this

@joshrichardsss : Leave her alone dude, she’s clearly uncomfortable 

@Addisonrae : this is wrong on so many other levels... you shouldn’t do this

@charlidamelio : Please delete this fletcher

@rarefeelingss.com : y/n is the purest person ever, her voice is the cutest. Why would you do something like this, She’s uncomfortable. RESPECT WHEN PEOPLE DONT WANNA TALK.

@neverme.com : You don’t know how this could effect her, pls delete

@THETIKTOKROOM

*PIC OF YOU WALKING OFF *

#TheHollywoodFix has gone too far after this

comments :

@madimonroe : you stepped over the line on this one 

@y/nismybae : this is just wrong...delete this

@y/nluvsme.com : this went wayy too far Fletcher

@ourhackerrr : CAN WE JUST HAVE RESPECT FOR THE WAY THE STOOD UP FOR HER. Now he is a real man 

@charxpayton : i feel really bad for her, y’all do know she has an anxiety disorder-

I stop reading as, a message from Vinnie popped up on my screen

Vincent🥵🖐🏻😍😈 : hey, im really sorry about last night. He shouldn’t have done that. I hope you feel better

Me : yeah im better, just yk feeling a bit under the weather. 

Vincent🥵🖐🏻😍😈 : do you want me to come over 💞💞

Me : if thats alr with you

Vincent🥵🖐🏻😍😈 : baby you know its always alr with me

Me : get over here then :))

Vincent🥵🖐🏻😍😈 : on my way rn 

#vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker x you #just vinnie #grunge #tiktokroom #VINNIE HACKERRR

[strawberriebunn]

Yk how it was a “competition” in the 2021 olympics to see which country would break those cardboard beds first?

Well, thinking about Toru promising you a reward if you let him fuck you into the mattress and successfully break the bed <3

Crying into the sheets while saying “Toru s’too much, can’t take anymore”

Only for him to respond with “It’s too much huh? And here I thought you wanted to be my good girl, how disappointing”

And then he laughs at you when your eyes widen and start promising to be good, it makes you so upset to see him disappointed

nonnie i’m- you’re gonna make me cry oml this is- this is gold. Want him to break my back along with the bed

Please he’s be a menace, he said he’d let you cum as many times as you want, and considering his love for edging and ruining your orgasms, you’d be stupid not to take that opportunity.

Which is how you find yourself, trying to muffle your cries into the sheets, while Tooru plows into you, grinning like a mad man. He can’t wait to go brag to the JNT team that you broke the bed, it’ll stroke his ego even more knowing they know he has immaculate dick game.

You’re barely on your third orgasm when you start to feel your brain slipping away from you, and little twinges of over sensitivity, babbling out to him about how it was too much and if he could slow down. Only for him to laugh, leaning down to your face which makes him hit that much deeper thanks to the angle, “I though you were going to be good for me? You’re just my dumb baby right now, but why not my dumb good baby?”

Eyes widening, you whimper, upset at the thought of not being good for him, you always want to be good for him, so you have no choice but to take his deep plowing, going brain dead all the while. Your minds all the way gone when you hear a Rrrrriiippp and suddenly with one last deep thrust, you’re falling through the frame, landing on the ground with a thud!, Toorus weight crashing down onto you.

He’s stopped thrusting, leaving the only sound in the room your hot panting, until you groan as the soreness seeps in. He’s snickering under his breath, as you smack his shoulder and whine at him to get off of you. Even though he had to spend the whole night massaging your body all over , kissing and pampering you, the smirk on his face when he told Iwaizumi the next day would put all his others to shame. And if they didn’t believe him, your limp was evidence enough, Iwa grimaces when he saw you try to hobble into the stands for the game.

Don’t even get him started about when he teammates came banging on his door asking what that noise was.

#LISTEN #tooru could break the bed with me ANYTIME OML #haikyuu smut #haikyuu thirsts #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq smut #hq thirsts #oikawa x reader #oikawa smut #oikawa thirsts

[friendlytacosyumyum]

Moral Of The Story

deku x gn!reader, slight bakugo x gn!reader

Warnings: infidelity, reader gets cheated on, angst, angst with no happy ending, really just depressing

word count: 709

type: fic!

a/n: wanted to write angst to this song !! so sorry that it's more deku abuse but he's so easy to write for oml

https://open.spotify.com/track/2nC3QhMI9reBIOWutbU3Tj?si=a725142dc10f4c48

You were packing your things, old photos, clothes, birthday presents, etc. Tears slipped down your face slowly as you smiled at the memories which were once happy.

Some mistakes get made, that's alright, that's okay.

Folding another shirt, you sealed the box, taking the last one out to your car. On your way out, you saw your fiancé rushing into the house, worry on his face.

"(y/n)? Where are you going??"

You smiled softly, another tear slipping down your cheek.

"I'm leaving, Midoriya."

His face morphed into one of realization.

"I didn't mean it! It was a one-time thing, c'mon (y/n), we can talk about this! Please don't go-"

He was begging now, babbling on about something or other. You finally got the box into the trunk of your car.

You can think that you're in love when you're really just in pain.

Memories flooded your brain as you stared at him one last time. Your first kiss, first date, first everything. How you moved in together right after high school, how people said you were meant to be. The way he laughed with you and the way he held you when you cried. How he started his hero job and you designed his costumes, his support gadgets, everything. How he brought you as his plus one everywhere.

"When did it start?" You asked, voice cracking as you looked away, unable to face him.

Some mistakes get made, that's alright, that's okay.

Midoriya hesitated, his story from before changing. "It didn't start! I never did anything with her, we didn't sleep together, I promise!"

You stopped listening after he said he didn't do anything with her. You'd seen the smiles, the texts that should've been meant for you, the way he'd been coming home much later than normal, blaming it on hero work.

You knew all of it was a lie.

Bakugo said he always left at 5 on the dot, and his office was a half-hour away, so why was he stumbling in through the door at midnight, changed out of his costume into a wrinkled suit and loosened tie?

He stopped taking you out on dates, to parties, stopped hanging out with you. You missed him, missed his warmth, the late night movie sessions and paperwork you helped him fill out (he still can’t figure out the tax forms-).

In the end, it's better for me, that's the moral of the story babe.

He was still talking, desperate for you to stay. You cut him off out of nowhere, words hesitant and soft. "I talked to my mother the other day," you started, shifting back and forth.

Talking to my mother, she said "Where'd you find this guy?"

"Told her about how stuff had changed, y'know?"

You took a shaky breath, glancing at Midoriya before continuing.

Said young people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes.

"She asked me where I'd found you all those years ago, and I- I told her that I'd fallen in love with the wrong person."

More tears fell as you looked at him through bleary eyes and a teary smile.

Izuku's face fell as he realized he couldn't fix this. There wasn't a way to put something that'd been crumbled to dust back together.

"Hope you're happy with her, 'Zuku. I really do. If I couldn't make you happy- if I couldn't make you laugh or smile, I hope she can."

Some mistakes get made, that's alright, that's okay.

You got into your car and drove. You drove for what felt like forever, with no destination in mind. Eventually, you came to a stop in front of a house you knew all too well. Laying your head on the wheel, you let the tears fall while you contemplated what to do next. A knock on the window made you look up.

You can think that you're in love when you're really just engaged.

"(y/n)? What are you doing here? Where's Deku?"

Opening the car door, you stepped outside and opened the trunk.

"He cheated on me," you said, shrugging with a sad smile.

"I'll kill him-"

Putting a hand up, you stopped him.

"No, it's alright, I'm okay. It's better for me, really. I'd rather be alone than be in pain."

Some mistakes get made, that's alright, that's okay.

As you walked into the house with Bakugo, moving your boxes out of the car and into his spare room, all you could think about was your (ex) fiancé.

"It'll be okay," was all he said as you ate takeout together and watched a movie.

You nodded.

"Yeah."

In the end, it's better for me, that's the moral of the story.

#angst #bnha #deku x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugo #no happy ending #no fluff #no happiness tbh

[reg-arcturus-black]

hiiiii! i hope you’re having a wonderful day, filled with sunshine & rainbows !! 💫✨ may i please request sirius x daughter! reader imagine where the reader is staying with sirius for the first time since he went to azkaban and when she goes to bed he tries to tuck her in but struggles because the last time he’d have done it, he probably would’ve read her a story but she’s presumably grown out of that by now and so he’s not really sure what to do ? 🥺🍄 oml and her room probably hasn’t been touched in like 12 years- the memories, the guilt he must feel- i’m gonna criiiii

Hi!!! That is so kind of you 💕 I hope you're doing okay in these terrible, terrible times 🌸❤

This was honestly such a beautiful plot! Thank you. And I did cry while writing it... Hope you like it, too 🤗

The Reunion (Sirius Black x Daughter Reader)

1.4k words

Fluff

Requests now open.

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You paced nervously in the hallway, waiting for that knock on the door. Ever since you were 2, you had been living with your grandparents. Your mother was a muggleborn and was found by the vengeful deatheaters a few months after Sirius was imprisoned. Your grandparents didn’t understand a lot about the wizarding world, but they understood you. They were your best friends.

When you would ask about your mother and the bad people who took her away, they would gently sit you down and tell you all about her. They would tell you how much she loved you, the way she had cried when you were first born, how similar she was to you, how she had spent every minute fighting for your father’s innocence.

They would then tell you about your father. How much he loved your mother and you, how you had his grey eyes and the beautiful hair and his affinity for mischief. They even told you about his friends and the pranks they did in school.

Your mother had so many pictures from her school days. Pictures with your father, with her friends, with his friends. You could spend the entire day looking at them. But you could never bring yourself to. It was too difficult. Too difficult to look at the pictures of the two most important people you barely remembered.

Harry was younger than you. Once you had received the news that your father had broken out, you both had talked a lot about him. You told him Sirius was innocent but you had no proof, neither did he have any reason to believe you.

Once his fourth year and your sixth year was over, you had gotten a letter from your father. He was finally healthy enough to travel and wanted to meet you at the apartment he and your mother had shared. You had spent 2 years there as an infant before Sirius had been wrongly accused and your mother moved back in with her parents.

Your grandpa and grandma were ecstatic when they had heard the news and had instantly allowed you to spend the weekend with him. You didn’t know if you were nervous or excited. Probably both.

Your heart beat sped up when you heard a knock and ran to open the door. You were greeted by a man looking in his 30s who looked so much like you. “Dad...” you said, not being able to believe that he was finally here.

He smiled and pulled you into an awkward hug. “It is so good to see you, sweetheart.”

You grinned and let him in, closing the door behind him.

He looked around the house he had shared with your mother, all the memories rushing back. When they had first bought it, decorated it and his favourite one, when they had brought you home from the hospital.

“I - you can have a look around if you want,” you offered, not knowing what else to say. “It must have been a long time since you were last here.”

He nodded, “It is, but I am starving. You want to have dinner first?”

You gave him a small smile and went towards the dining room. “I didn’t know what you liked so I got pizza.” You said nervously. “We can get something else. I am sorry I wasn’t - ”

“Pizza is just fine,” he grinned.

The silence during dinner was very awkward. Neither of you knew what to say. Sirius’ heart was heavy with sadness and guilt. How he had missed out on all those years. Missed out on your firsts. The first time you left for Hogwarts, the first time you had cried over someone, your first detention. And guilt because it was his fault. If he wouldn’t have gone after Peter, he would be there to watch you grow up.

“Uh, how is school?” he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Nice, I like it there,”

He nodded. “I did, too. My family was the worst so Hogwarts was my home. Especially after I met your mother.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. Your heart clenched at her mention and didn’t say anything else during the rest of the dinner.

“Do you wanna see the rest of the house before you sleep? I don’t think you have before.” He asked.

You shook your head and followed him upstairs. The first door he opened was the master bedroom’s, a picture of your mother and father lying on the nightstand, covered in dust. Every inch of the room and the bathroom was covered in dust.It had been so long it was a miracle the light switches worked. With a flick of his wand, he cleaned it all up and made it look as good as new.

“She was beautiful,” he sighed, looking at the photo.

You nodded and left the room quickly, going to your nursery. There was a crib on one side and a bed on the other. The wall had a shelf full of books, both muggle and magical alike. A broom hung over your crib, zooming around in circles. This room, too, was covered in dust.

You were reading the titles of the book when you heard him chuckle behind you.You turned around and saw him remove all the dust. You gasped when you saw the room properly. There were hand-painted drawings on the wall and stars on the ceiling.

“She painted the walls.” he told you. “And the stars were my idea. There were nights when she missed you a lot and would come in here and sleep in this room. After a point, we all slept in the nursery, hence the bed.” He laughed fondly.

You didn’t like it. It was too painful to know that you had all these wonderful moments but you hardly remembered them. Too painful to know that you never got the chance to make more of such moments. You sighed and sat down on the bed.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, sitting down beside you.

You looked at him, eyes full of unshed tears. You never realized how much you had needed him until he was right in front of you. “I - I barely remember you. Or mom. I see flashes of you and her, but that’s it.” He placed an arm around your shoulder and your voice broke. “I missed you, but it was so difficult missing you when I didn’t even remember you...” You then broke down into sobs as he pulled you into him. “I missed you so much, dad.” You cried.

Holding you in his arms as you cried only drowned him deeper in guilt. “I am so sorry, baby...” he said softly. “I never should have left that night. Please forgive me.”

You sniffed and looked up at him, tears still rolling down. “When grandma told me what you had done, I was so angry at you for leaving. But then I realized I wanted to be like you. Brave and loyal to a fault. McGonagall says I resemble you two so much that it is actually scary.” You laughed softly.

He smiled and wiped away your tears.

“I will be right back,” you said and left the room to change after sitting in silence for a few minutes.

He smiled softly to himself, knowing that his daughter had missed him just as much as he had. It gave him peace knowing that you had forgiven him. He was going through the story books when he realized that you were not 2 years old anymore. He couldn’t read you bedtime stories anymore.

“There are a few photos I need to know more about,” you said from behind him, as if reading his mind. “You can tell me about them.”

He nodded and ran off to get the photographs from downstairs. You placed the box in front of him and settled into bed, waiting for him to begin.

He chuckled at the collection of pictures your mother had. “These were my friends,” he said, handing you a photo of 4 boys with arms around each other, laughing to the camera. “Peter was a friend, too,” he said sadly.

“Tell me more,” you asked, your eyes full of excitement.

He laughed and began an elaborate tale of the Marauders in Hogwarts, reminiscing all their pranks and memories. Somehow, talking about them with you was not as painful as it was with others or when he was by himself and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

By the time he was done, you were already asleep. You had not completed the story behind even one photograph. He chuckled softly and tucked you in, kissing your forehead.

Now that he was finally home with his daughter, he was not going anywhere ever again.

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can i request something for multiple characters? if not, you can totally ignore this, but can i have oikawa, iwaizumi, bokuto, and akaashi as boyfriends? just some random headcanons about how they would act in a relationship? thanks! :)

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀, 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈, 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒

i would do anything to have them as my boyfriend :(

*not proofread

he’s literally one of the sweetest boys you could ever have as a boyfriend

he cARES ABOUT YOU SO MUCH :(

P I C N I C D A T E S

he’ll pack your favorite food and you two will just sit with each other, cuddling while the sun sets

you know he has a very busy schedule, so you always spend as much time with him as you can!

“Y/N-chan, can we watch an alien movie?!”

nevermind.

“Tooru, we watched one last night.”

“Okay, and?”

he loves it whenever you wrap your arms around him, especially when he’s feeling insecure or vulnerable

he’s so pretty when he cries goodbye

you’ll cup his pretty face in your hands and kiss his tears before kissing him on the lips

“You’re perfect, baby. No matter what.”

when his fangirls found out about you two, world war 3 started

“Who’s that person with Oikawa?”

“He could do so much better.”

you honestly didn’t care about what they had to say, so you didn’t tell your boyfriend

he found out when he overheard two girls talking

“WHA?! Why are people talking bad about Y/N-chan :(”

will 100% confront them and tell them to stop because he loves you so much and doesn’t want you to get hurt

you always go to his practices

he likes to show off for you ;)

“Y/N-chan, watch me ser- OW!”

“STOP TALKING TO YOUR S/O, SHITTYKAWA”

“Tell Iwa-chan to stop being mean to me :(”

you and iwa gang up on him together

he loves, loves, LOVES it when you wear his jersey at one of his games

other people always approach you to try and flirt

it’s all fun and games until they see the number on your back

Oikawa: “Hey, cutie, who’s this piece of-”

You: “That’s enough, Tooru.”

CLINGY BABY

he always needs to be touching you no matter what

10/10 boyfriend, would recommend

(i love him so much goodbye)

iwaizumi is literally an angel

look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn’t give the best hugs

HAVE YOU SEEN HIS ARMS?

if you’re ever upset, this man will literally pick you up, fling you over his shoulder, and go somewhere quiet so he can wrap his arms around you

his heart flutters whenever you bury your face into his chest, mumbling softly as he rests his head in your hair

has a MAJOR soft spot for you

Oikawa: “Iwa-chan, can I show you-”

Iwaizumi: “Shut up, Loserkawa.”

You: “Hey babe, can I show-”

Iwaizumi: “Yes darling, you can show me anything you want.”

oikawa teases you two all the time

“Why is Iwaizumi hitting the balls harder than usual?”

“Oikawa made fun of him and Y/N.”

“Oh, makes sense.”

you usually wait for iwa to get out of practice so he can walk you home (he refuses to let you walk alone)

all of the third years start whistling when iwa walks out with you, one arm snaked around your waist while the other is in the air, flipping the entire time off

he may seem very rough on the exterior, but as soon as you two are alone, this man turns into a freaking teddybear

it’s as if you have two boyfriends

like, you two will be cuddling on his bed, and you’ll get up to go to the bathroom

he will literally grab you by your waist and yank you back down

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“Babe, I gotta pee-”

definetly protective

“Who’s that asshole talking to Y/N?”

“I don’t know. Might wanna check before they steal her, Iwa-chan.”

“Shut up.”

best boyfriend <3

buff baby :)

you two are literally so chaotic

akaashi is done with you both

you’re always at every single game, cheering on your boyfriend :)

he says you’re his good luck charm

you always help him get out of emo-mode in some way

“COME ON, KO! YOU’RE THE BEST ACE!”

“Bokuto-san, you need to get back in the game and win it for L/N.”

cue bokuto demolishing the other team with his spikes

whenever he wins a game, his eyes always dart around until he sees you

he’ll run up to you and pick you up, no matter how sweaty he is

kiss him and tell him he did a good job >:(

MOVIE NIGHTS ARE A MUST

your boyfriend is so chaotic, so you love it when you’re able to sit down and cuddle while watching a movie

he’s literally the best cuddler, don’t @ me

just look at him and tell me you don’t wanna lay on his chest wrapped in his arms

whenever movie nights happen, you tend to fall asleep on him alot

these moments with you are his favorites <3

he’ll play with the hair on your head while smiling, rocking you back and forth in his arms

when you eventually wake up, however, the positions are switched

you suddenly have a massive volleyball player on top of you, cutting off your oxygen

sorry, but you’re gonna have to shove him off to be able to breathe

“BABY DID I HURT YOU?! :(”

“NO, BO, IT’S OKAY :(”

he’ll try and cook you food to make up for it, but-

“AHH Y/N THERE’S A FIRE!”

he can’t cook to save his life

he loves taking baths with you :)

nothing suggestive, but just sitting in the warm water talking your ear off makes him happy!

GIVE THIS CUTIE SOME LOVE!

PRETTY BOY <333

this man

he’s so fucking perfect oml

BEST BOYFRIEND EVER?!

he would literally drop whatever he was doing if you ever needed anything

he’s extremely observant, so if you’re upset, he’ll know right away

i can see him being a bit awkward with physical affection at the start, but if you needed a hug, he would give you a hug (a damn good one at that)

he’ll wrap his arms around you and place a hand on the back of your head, pushing you into him while he holds you

I ALREADY KNOW HE SMELLS SO GOOD

he’s literally prepared for everything

did you cut your finger on accident? he’s already putting a band-aid on it.

do you have a cycle? he keeps track of it on his phone and has everything you need.

like the rest of the boys, he really likes holding you :(

we all know he can be a bit insecure about himself, so holding you provides him with a sense of security

hear me out...

COFFEE

DATES

every week you two will go to your favorite cafe and sit in the corner, enjoying your time together

you two don’t even have to talk

you can sit in silence and it’ll be just as enjoyable as having a conversation

he has your drink order memorized

i headcanon that he has a list of your likes, dislikes, etc in his notes app

he wants to remember every little thing about you :)

if he ever stays the night at your house (or vice versa), he always wakes up first just so he can admire you while you’re asleep

then, when you eventually wake up, he’s brought you some water and breakfast <3

“Make sure you drink all the water so you don’t get dehydrated.”

he always texts you good morning and good night, and reminding you of things throughout the day

“Good morning, angel. I hope you slept well.”

“Go to bed, darling, it’s getting late.”

“Don’t forget that we had chemistry homework.”

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 

100/10

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𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐬 !

haikyuu as dads!

find the mha version here - bnha as dads !

content: fluff, the boys with children. mentions pregnancy. aged up!

characters: bokuto, daichi, sugawara, lev, and kuroo.

a/n: i’ve been feeling very soft and even though i don’t even really like kids lol, this prompt make me so warm and happy :’) keep in mind that I’m not super far into haikyuu, so i don’t know a lot about the timeskip- sorry !! also a bit messy and unorganized.

so without further ado, here are some soft scenarios and headcanons for each :D

bokuto !

Pleaseeee, we all know he’d be such a good dad!!

You’re tired? Don’t worry, he can watch them while you rest!

Can and WILL play with them for hours.

And of course, he has the energy to keep them preoccupied. This man has more energy than I ever will on 2 cups of coffee with 3 shots of espresso in each.

Mans probably would want a bigger family, but of course as long as you were fine with it.

Thinking maybe 3+. He just wants to have that big family to share with you :’) aww

When you’re pregnant, he’s all over you. Protective to the point of it being a little overwhelming, but he means well.

Pokes your belly a little. Not harshly, but in a loving, gentle way.

“That’s my baby. Right in there.”

Probably cries a little when your baby bump shows.

More so during your first pregnancy, but he still holds that same emotion with the others.

He does NOT know what to do the first time.

“THEY’RE CRYING, Y/N WHAT DO WE DO??”

When the kid/s start getting older, oh lord. He’s such a sucker for them.

Probably gives them ice cream or sneaks candy when you aren’t in the room, even though IT’S ALMOST TIME FOR BED.

I’m sorry, but he cannot and will not be able to help with homework. I’m sorry but it’s true.

If your kid/s have a passion, he’s 100% for it.

Dance? He’ll go to all of the recitals he can make. Volleyball? Even better. Writing? He’ll sit in front of them and have them read it out to him like it’s a bedtime story.

I don’t think he’d be a good cook, so whenever he takes over for dinner, everyone is like “Oh no. Dad’s cooking again.”

Overall, 100/10 dad. Supportive, and does his best. Good boyo <3

daichi !

I think he’d be a good dad too :D

He was kind of just a natural father, so it’s expected.

I think that he originally wanted to bring up the topic of kids to you at some point, but he was hesitant since he didn’t know if you were ready.

So of course, you beat him to the conversation.

He’s very happy that you want to start a family too. :)

I think he’d want a smaller family, maybe 1-2 kids.

When you test positive, he’s kind of in shock for a moment.

“We’re going to have a kid-”

Like duh lmao he put it in you

Definitely calls Suga up to tell him the news.

Is actually very interested in shopping for a baby. He needs a few pointers but he’s got the enthusiasm, so A for effort bby

He’s decently used to having a small child running around him screaming, he had little siblings so yeah

Has a bit more structure than bokuto, but he’s still able to break.

He’d do damn near anything for his kid/s.

He has his moments where he wants to spend alone time with just you.

Decent homework helper, but I feel like he’d be that one parent who goes “This wasn’t how I was taught to do this”, or “Why did they change that??”

Again again, supportive dad.

But also supportive of you <3

sugawara !

Being a teacher, he’s surrounded by kids all the time.

Basically, he is also used to having screaming children within his vicinity

I could never omg how do you do that Suga

At first he didn’t put much thought into a family, he and you were content just the two of you. Also. CHILDREN HE TEACHES.

But something just switches in his brain, probably after he had a really wholesome moment with a student, or maybe even just witnessing a parent + student interaction.

He’s like, “I kind of want that..”

Another small fam kinda guy <3

Suga brings it up, and you’re all for it, you’ve been wanting to start a family with him.

He’s so excited and happy!! oml :’)

Like, he finally gets to start a whole new chapter of your lives together he hadn’t really thought about until now.

When you get a baby bump, he plants soft kisses to your tummy and talks gently to it.

My heart ksjshd

This will be a nightly occurrence now.

He is reading all those articles for raising kids. He’s also at your beck and call, even the baby’s.

He just wants everything for the baby, they end up being a huge daddy’s kid.

Late nights after the kid/s go to bed is prime time for you both.

You enjoy being together after a long day, you snuggle up together in your bed, maybe drink some wine later.

PLEASE. Breakfasts in bed. He and the kid/s will TOTALLY MAKE YOU B in B.

So proud of your kid/s. Has pictures in frames on his desk at school, and when his students ask, he has plenty of stories to tell.

Knows when something is off. Like, he can just tell-

Kid is sad? He’s there. Tissues, ice cream, take them out somewhere.

Probably a teaser.

You already know he gets himself and that kid/those kids into mischief.

“Shhh, don’t tell mom!”

He has deep conversations with them. He cares a lot.

He just loves them <3

10/10

kuroo !

it’ssss kuroo time babyyy

He definitely wanted kids. Strikes me as the guy who just knew, as soon as you got married.

When that test came up positive, he had a dorky smirk on his face.

He’s very proud to know you will have his kid.

This dude is always checking up on you. Morning sickness? He’s there to hold your hair back. 

Feeling clingy or upset? Wraps his arms around you.

Lazy pats on your stomach when it’s late.

Why does he seem like he’d play mozart around you because he read somewhere that fetsuses liked that

Sir please we don’t need to listen to Alla Turca (Allegretto) for 12 hours straight

He’s 100000/10 homework helper. Mans is smart af, it’s not even surprising.

“I forgot how smart you were” 

“Shut up”

You both are probably so mushy with each other that your kid/s are like “Ew gross”

He encourages and pushes them to do their best. 

Helps them find what they’re passionate about. <3

Dad jokes. I’m serious.

“Please stop, dad!”

“One more, one more-”

Enjoys making them suffer with terrible jokes.

In a nice way of course.

lev !

saved the funny one for last!

Okay maybe not super funny, but I had fun writing this

He and you did NOT plan to get pregnant. At ALL.

“Lev the test is positive”

“Wh-WHAT?”

Promptly falls off of chair.

Like this dude was not ready for that information

Tbh he would make even me anxious about it

“..do I have to give them the talk?”

Lev please it hurts me

As soon as he gets used to it though, he’s excited like he usually is. 

But this is different. This is a whole HUMAN. 

“Do you think I’ll be a good dad, Y/N?”

“Do you want me to be honest?”

Jkjk that was a joke.

I think Lev has the potential to be a good dad. He’s energetic, passionate and dumb, but in a good way <3

Sorry again, no homework help with him LMAO

Your kid will probably be tall. Or at least average height.

After the original surprise pregnancy, he wants to try again but when you both are actually ready.

He would totally take these kids out everywhere. A show off dad for sure

“Hey, did you know my kid did xyz?” 

“Look, here’s a picture!”

Lev we get it you love your kids 

He would love to have a volleyball loving kid I feel like, but he wouldn’t be too disappointed if they didn’t like it. Would probably propose other sports though, he always loved playing himself, even if it was only volleyball so he wants them to have the same good experiences

If he’s watching the kids while you’re shopping, he doesn’t really know how the first few times- even though you left him A LIST.

Probably then calls his friends up for advice

If it comes down to it...consults WikiHow

and that’s it!! hope you enjoyed, some were harder to write but yk what- i had fun :D as much as i am suga brainrot i literally had a hard time writing his section :’( 

but anyways yuh B)

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