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ellecdc · 2 months

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Mother, im sitting here at 4am, eating mini easter eggs and ive had tge most brilliant idea!! (Inspired by @inkdrinkerworld 's fic)

Okay so, poly!moonwater and readers been having trouble sleeping due to tensions/problems with her pureblood family. As a result shes been taking more naps, but they arent restful. So reader were napping in Rems bed (the dungeons were too cold) but after a fitful 30 minutes she gets up groggy, sleep deprived and beyond frustrated. She stumbles her way down to the common room, pin point Sirius lounging across the couch and promptly throws herself down to cuddle with him and continue her nap. Everyone (minus Siri) is shook. Jamie even asks if she got the wrong person because Reggie was sitting over there (in which he got a one eyed death glare before she burrowed into Siris chest and passed out).

Now, what everybody else didnt know was that Siri had more or less adopted reader as his own (she remined him so much of Reggie, being her big brother was 2nd nature). And while Barty was her person, he was a little too crazy to be comforting in this situation ("y/n, i'll get rid of them for you. Its not hard to do so" "Barty, no."). And of course Siri nows how bad their kind of familys are so he'd been taking care of reader on the down low as an older brother would.

Bonus if Reggie then decides that looks warm and fuzzy and wants Siri cuddles too so he joins ( it took him so long to get to a point where he could let himself be vunerable enough to openly allow Siri to take care of him 😭)

aweeee poor reader. this ended up being way more serious than I thought it would be? like it's not funny at all, there's no humour (which feels odd to me, usually I can throw some jokes or banter in there) but plenty of hurt comfort???.......idk, I can't tell if this is any good, it feels very different from my usual pieces

poly!moonwater x fem!reader whose family sucks (but it's very Sirius-centric)

CW: mentions of insomnia, mentions of abusive families, making fun of only children (sorry), hurt/comfort

You were miserable to say the least; you couldn’t remember when the last time you had a restful sleep was, and nothing you did seemed to help.

The closer it got to the Winter Holidays, the more your mind seemed to spiral. Every time you began to relax, your heart pounded as if you’d accidentally leaned too far back in your chair, reminding you of your upcoming visit home. Every time you closed your eyes, you were bombarded with images of angry faces and violent curses being shot at you.

The Slytherin dungeons were too cold, and every time you found your way into Regulus’ dorm, Barty insisted on butting in, and though you appreciated his support, you couldn’t handle his threats promises to burn down your home with your parents in it.

Remus and Regulus both suggested you perhaps talk to Madame Pomfrey about getting some dreamless sleep or sleeping draught, but you were too embarrassed to admit to your two overprotective boyfriends that you’ve used them so frequently during your life for this very reason that they had lost all efficacy.

It had gotten to the point that you managed to get the most sleep in the library bent over the table with your face on your book whilst Remus and Regulus did their work (and sometimes yours), and that honestly left you feeling more painfully tired than you had been before your nap.

So, you were nearly falling asleep at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall over your chicken and roast potatoes when Remus gently nudged you and suggested you go lie down for a bit and you wanted to weep into your potatoes which was only slightly less embarrassing than sleeping in them, causing him and Regulus to bring you up to Gryffindor tower.

You’d kicked them both out of the Marauders’ dorm room after some time – Remus for snoring and Regulus because the sound of him turning the pages of his book was distracting you. He promised to stop reading, but then he breathed too loudly and you started crying.

You were overtired, emotional, and running on fumes.

You’d counted puffskeins, you’d had a warm glass of milk, you’d taken off articles of clothing and reconfigured your outfit numerous times (which was currently Remus’ jumper and no pants), and you’d tried every position imaginable to no avail.

You think you might have perhaps gotten five minutes of sleep before you woke up with a start, a barely repressed scream grating through your teeth.

Feeling disturbingly weepy and no less groggy from your horrid sleep, you pulled on a pair of your sweatpants and grabbed the throw blanket from the end Remus’ bed before trudging down the stairs to the common room.

“You should have seen the look on Filch’s face- oh! Hi Y/N!” James called as you made your way over to the three-seater and stood over the black-haired boy currently occupying it.

“Oh, Trouble.” He cooed sympathetically at you before kicking his feet out, laying back, and opening his arms for you to join him. You quickly climbed on top of him, and he tucked you in between the back of the sofa and his side, bending your knee so that your thigh rested on top of his, and pulled the blanket over the two of you.

You let out a shaky sigh and felt the first few tears fall from your eyes and onto Sirius’ chest.

“Uhm...” James said loudly, looking over to both Regulus and Remus cuddled in a large plush chair from his place on the loveseat with Lily like ‘are you seeing this right now?’. “I think you’ve got the wrong wizard there, L/N.” He said with a nervous laugh.

“No, she’s quite alright.” Sirius gritted back at him, looking far more severe than James thought the situation called for as he rubbed his hand consolingly up and down your arm.

James looked to your boyfriends, his face clearly asking all the questions that his mouth wasn’t.

“He helps, sometimes.” Regulus admitted, not looking particularly happy that you chose his brother over him, but not nearly as murderous as James figured he might look if he’d found Lily snuggled up like that with some other bloke. And it appeared as though the look of heartbreak on Remus’ face was caused more by your current sorry state and less about your current cuddle partner.

“But...your brother?” James asked, still befuddled over this development. “Doesn’t she usually go to Junior for things like this?”

Sirius scoffed. “Junior’s solution to almost anything is fire or murder.”

“Or both.” You whimpered quietly, causing Sirius to tighten his arm around you and bring his other hand up to continue stroking your arm.

“Besides, Barty’s an only child.” Regulus said flippantly.

“What’s that got to do with it?” James asked, slightly offended at the insinuation that anything may be wrong with him on account of his only child-ness.

Regulus’ irritable demeanor over Sirius usurping you was quickly replaced by a cocky smirk at getting under James’ skin.

“Let me ask you this, Potter: last summer when Lily returned your letters unopened and called you an arrogant toerag after saying she’d rather date the giant squid, whose arms did you cry into?”

“He didn’t cry.” Lily laughed at the same time as James answered “Sirius’” without any hesitation.

“What?” Lily asked, looking slightly horrified that she may have actually hurt James’ feelings.

“Oh, all the time, every time, actually.” James said readily.

“He got snot on so many of my favourite band-tee’s, Red. As a matter of fact, I expect retribution.” Sirius commented.

“And why do you think you cried into Sirius’ arms?” Regulus continued.

“Well...because he’s my best mate.” James said simply.

“You may think that’s the reason, but you’re wrong. It’s because Sirius is an older brother.”

James scoffed at that. “Please, that has nothing to do with it!”

“Have you ever cried in Remus’ arms?”

“No, but-”

“Pettigrew’s?”

James grimaced but answered honestly. “No.”

“No. Because they’re not older brothers.” Regulus said definitively.

“That actually makes sense...” Lily mused aloud.

“You say that like you’re surprised, Evans. I know you’re not used to good idea’s coming out of men’s mouths, but I do assure you it happens more frequently than you might imagine.” Regulus taunted, earning him a pillow being hurled at his head.

Much to James’ chagrin, his seeker reflexes caught the pillow before it made impact with his face.

“Tosser.” James grumbled.

“Would you guys shut up.” Sirius whispered, causing everyone to look over at you.

Regulus couldn’t even find it in him to be miffed when he saw you sleeping what looked to be quite peacefully in Sirius’ arms. Your eyes were slightly swollen from your tears, and he could see the tracks they had left on your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose, but you looked so content.

“So... all big brothers know how to do that?” James asked incredulously.

“I doubt it.” Sirius commented quietly.

“Only ones who know what it’s like to live in a Pureblood hellscape and needed to share his bed with his younger brother who was too scared to sleep on his own for years.” Regulus added quietly, staring unseeingly towards you and Sirius. Remus pulled Regulus tighter into his side and began rubbing his arm consolingly.

Suddenly, things started to make a little more sense to James.

“I’ll write to mum.” James stated, causing both brothers, Lily, and Remus to look at him bemusedly.

“About what?” Remus asked finally.

“Y/N staying with us.” James said simply.

Regulus opened his mouth ready to argue; to argue that James didn’t have to and that he already took in both Sirius and Regulus. James didn’t owe Regulus anything.

But Sirius spoke first.

“She should be with her big brother, Reggie.” Sirius said, shooting him an encouraging smile and wink.

And seeing how your breathing had fallen even with your mouth slightly ajar as you clutched to the fabric of Sirius’ jumper like it was a lifeline, who was Regulus to argue?

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ysrjune · 12 days

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Reader crying her eyes out and Sam comforts her on his lap but gets hard ?? 🧐

Maybe it was just a stupid little comment someone made to her, which lowered her self confidence but then Sam teases her by saying something about how she was literally just crying and he got hard

Sams’ arms draped over your waist as he stared into space while you cried on his shoulder, sitting on his lap. Occasionally, one of his hands would glide up your back to rub it in hopes of calming you down. You’d been crying because someone made a comment about the way you talk and how it’s kinda obnoxious how you could laugh at almost anything if it even sounds funny. Being confronted with this embarrassed you, and it left you wondering if anyone ever thought of you as just annoying.

“maybe I should just leave them alone and never go outside again.” you dramatically sniffle against his shoulder, making him roll his eyes. “Kay, one.. they’ve always been jerks to you, and you never leave them. always comin’ to me cryin’ about stuff they say to you..” Sam says, starting to feel a little mad at how mean your ‘friends’ are to you.

“two, you wouldn’t last a day without goin’ outside.” he smiles to himself, patting your lower back. “they don’t deserve you, n/n.” hearing him say these things makes you giggle a little bit. “thanks, sam.. but I still feel annoying. Like, do I seriously bother people that much?” you continued to cry on his shoulder.

hearing your sniffing and whiny voice caused a spark in him. he was definitely not proud of this, but hearing you so upset and whiny turned him on. his cock was now semi-hard under you, and he was hoping you wouldn’t notice. “no, those guys are just assholes, baby, come on.” he replies, bringing your chest closer to him so it was a proper hug. hearing him call you baby was comforting, but a little weird since you've never heard him say anything like that.

“I dunno, sam.” you reply, making eye contact, uour own eyes teary. “I think I should just stay away from them for a little while.” Sam nodded, holding eye contact. but his cock was now fully hard. the way your eyes glistened was just so cute, he couldn't help it. his hands glide down from the back of your shoulders, down your sides, leaving his hands on your ass. “what are you doing?” you asked. to be honest, its not like you minded, but you were curious.

“would you be freaked out if I told you I got hard over you crying.” he smirks, feeling you up. you were surprised at what he said, you barley believed it. he was hard and you didnt notice? even though you were sitting on him? “I-I don’t think so.. no. maybe a little concerned.” that made Sam chuckle. “yeah, well seein’ your pretty eyes and hearing your voice get all whiny did it for me. fuck, you're just so pretty no matter what, babe.”

his eyes shifted from yours down to your lips, then quickly connected them. his lips were soft and had a hint taste of coca-cola. latley, he's been obsessed over flavored chapstick. not just the basic flavors like cherry or orange, but the ones that taste like soda and candy. coca-cola fit him. he softly bit down on your bottom lip and let out a low moan.

“so. fucken. pretty.” he mumbled against you. “you taste good.” making you blush. “yeah? so do you. all I can take in is coke.” you said and went in for another kiss, this time making it more passionate and somewhat dirty. your hand slid up his shirt, feeling up his chest while his hands hooked at the waist band of your shorts, revealing your hips and the sides of your panties. “you wanna fuck me?” he asks, barley above a whisper. you felt yourself throb at his question.

“y’wanna fuck your ex-boyfriends best friend?” he reminds you of Tate, your horrible ex boyfriend. “you wouldn't tell anyone, would you?” you ask softly. sam frowns against you, rubbing your side. “nah, nobody needs to know our business. I also don’t need Tate coming up to me at school with the whole soccer team.” he chuckled at what he said. “he sucks at the sport anyway, I don't know why they don't kick him out.”

“you're mean.” you laugh, taking his shirt off. “and horny,” he adds, cringing at himself a little but atleast he said what was true. “and I know you are too. so, you gonna let me make you feel good, or what?”

how could you pass on an opportunity like that..

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wonbin-truther · 2 months

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i will

bf! mark x reader - 715 words

hurt/comfort , non idol au

"its always you" mark whispers, hands cupping your cheeks as if you were made of glass as tears fell from his eyes.

it seemed like everything had been going wrong recently. your car had broken down, you misplaced your house keys, you and your best friend got into an argument, and other things that had been building up as the days continued. you could feel yourself slipping into the dark hole you had once pulled yourself out of by the skin of your teeth.

everything boiled over today. first you overslept, curled up in your boyfriends arms so comfortably you missed all your alarms. you showed up to class 15 min late, causing the professor to kick you out. next, you had studied weeks for an exam worth 75% of your grade and failed it horribly. the final thing was your car breaking down for the 3rd time, leaving you to walk back to your small apartment.

you could already feel tears picking your eyes as you kicked off your shoes and collapsed onto the couch. the pounding headache making it hard to gain the strength to get up and finish the housework and classwork that had to get done. you sighed, pushing yourself up to take care of the pilled up responsibilities.

at some point into your now 4 hour studying session your boyfriend mark let himself into your place. "hey babe?" his voice rang through the silence. you didnt respond, focused on the math problem that had your head in your hands. you heard the footsteps get louder as he found his way to your room, pushing open the door. he walked over to your place at the desk and kissed the top of your head. he knew better to interrupt when you were focused.

it had now been 7 hours since you started studying. mark noted how you havent moved from that position despite him trying to get you to eat and drink water for the last 3 hours he was there. he stood up from your bed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your temple.

"babe dont you think its time for a break"

"not now"

"lets just get dinner quickly"

everything was starting to bubble over and you could feel the stress getting to you. without thinking you yelled out, "jesus fucking christ mark leave me alone!" you didnt have time to realize what you said until mark let go of you, walking out the door wordlessly. you let the tears fall down your face as you buried your face in your hands. to add on top of the shitty weak, you can put losing your boyfriend.

little did you know mark hadn't gone very far, standing just outside your room so he could take a breather. he heard your muffled sobs and spun on his heel, pushing open your door and making his way to your shaking figure. he turned your chair around so that he had room to kneel in front of you, moving your hands out of your face so he could get a better look at you. you stared at him through wet eyelashes and jumped to hug him, knocking him to the floor and burying your face in his shoulder as you sobbed harder.

he held you close, rubbing circles into your back.

"my love its okay. what happened?" he spoke softly, holding you as close to himself as he could.

"i dont deserve you," he made out between your sobs.

"what do you mean?"

"you're too good for me. i dont deserve it"

his heart broke into a million pieces as he felt tears prick his eyes. he pulled you away from his shoulder, cupping your face in his hands. he left kisses all over your face, making you scrunch your nose and let out a small giggle as he continued to pepper them around your face. as he pulled away, you caught a tear slip down his cheek.

"why are you crying?" you stared at him, placing your hands over his.

"i hate when you cry. you deserve more than the universe could ever give you. it'll always be you my pretty girl," he left a gentle kiss on your lips and you happily kissed back. he pulled away and rubbed the stray tears from your cheeks.

"cuddle and watch a movie?" you asked

"whatever my girl wants to do"

a/n not proofread so idk if theres mistakes here 😭

#mark lee #mark #nct dream imagines #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 imagines #mark lee nct #mark lee nct 127 #mark lee nct dream #nct x reader #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct dream x reader #nct dream #nct 127 #nct

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medium-rare-bimbo · 10 months

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Piss kink with Eddie

♡Masterlist♡

MINORS DNI

May contain Dubcon, you're both high+ drunk,piss obviously

༺*:ﾟ･✧･:*:ﾟ･♡ readmore ♡･ﾟ:*:･✧･ﾟ:*༻

♡ you both were high as a kite and as drunk as sailors, both of you sitting in the bath on Eddie's lap enjoying the coolness of the tub dressed In nothing but a shirt and panties where eddie wore nothing but pyjama pants, both of you giggling as the other spoke

"Eddie d-do you think dogs and cats are smarter than me?"

"No unless it could speak Spanish"

"Yeah but why can they know what I'm saying like 'sit' 'stay' 'food' and stuff but I cant understand 'meow meow' and 'woof woof'?"

"Good point.. maybe- maybe they are smarter than us what if a dog becomes a scientist one day"

♡ You giggled at him thinking about a puppy in a lab coat, your giggling turned into a fit and you were bent over almost crying at the thought. You wiggled in his lap as you felt you bladder, quickly you pushed on his chest trying to get to the toilet without falling flat on your face from laughing

"Where are you going?"

"Need t'pee- I'm gonna pee- eddieee"

♡ he wrapped his arms around you trapping you against his chest as you giggled trying to escape

"Eddiee le'me go, I'mma pee all over you"

"W-we're in the bath it's okay, we can wash ourselves and our clothes"

"But eddieee 'is dirtyyy gonna get all messy"

"But I dont want you to leave mee"

♡ you laughed at his comment peppering his face with kisses as you brushed his hair away from his face, you sat up in his lap patting his chest as you got comfortable. Soon you began to release your fluids on to his lap, you moaned as you felt your bladder empty and eddie groaned as he felt you piss soak through his pyjama pants and directly on his cock.

♡ his eyes glued to the growing wet patch on your panties, the rise of his pants caught his attention however and he rolled his head back as he felt the warmth on his now growing hard on.

♡ once you were done you let out a few pathetic dribbles, watching the droplets roll down you thighs, laying you head back on Eddie's chest you snuggled into him.

"Can I pee in you?"

"Pee IN me? Like inside of me?"

"Y-yeah- I-its okay if you so no"

♡ you shuffled you body to face him directly before reaching down to his now soaked pants and pulling out his now extremely hard cock, before pulling you panties (which were stuck to your skin) to the side and positioned yourself above him

"Wait I thought guys cant pee when they're hard"

"We should test it and see if I can piss when im hard"

♡ nodding your head your shank down on him, not bouncing or rocking your hips, simply sitting on his cock. Eddie moved around trying to get comfortable so he could piss.

♡ after some repositioning you felt the warm gush of his piss hitting your insides causing you to gasp at the sensation and warmth, you clenched around him making him groan and hold your hips to ground himself

♡ as you felt the liquid stop you stayed there enjoying the feeling of being full, you leaned forward after awhile and felt him fall out of you with a 'POP', his piss gushed out of you and back on his cock which made you bith whimper.

♡ you both looked at each other, covered in eachothers piss, and started laughing

"That was so gross"

"It was for science we- we found out guys can pee with a hard on, w-we're just like the science dog"

♡ you burst into giggles again as the picture re-entered your fuzzy head, he leaned over you and turned on the shower causing both of you to squeal and scream as the cold water came crashing down on you soon quieting down as the water heated up.

♡ when you both woke up the next morning (all clean and fresh) you joked about how gross eddie had made you

♡ however that wouldnt be the last time you both experimented with pee

♡ he had fingered you for what felt like forever 'opening you up' he said but you didnt believe him, you had never needed this much prep before and your poor little clit was getting all sore and puffy from his abuse you squirted on his fingers and that still hadnt seemed to be enough. During your 3rd orgasm he had let you take a break only so he knew your bladder would fill, he filled you with his cock before you could recover fully, as he pounded into you he pressed on your stomach

"E-Eddie wait stop- I'm gonna pee- I need to pee eddie please"

"Piss on me baby c'mon i dont mind, you've done it before"

♡ feeling your pussy constrict around him as your hot piss soaked his cock and bed was almost like heaven and never in his life had he came so fast and hard, his hips slamming into yours as you scratched his back desperately trying to receive some sympathy on your battered pussy

♡ he would take so much interest in watching you pee regularly, he enjoyed seeing the piss splutter out of you.

♡ he also enjoyed making you drink more than you could handle and pressing down on your bladder as you try ever so hard to hold it in.

#stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #tw: piss kink

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hannahlovesluca · 6 months

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Hihihihihi K Anon here :DD

Feel free to do this last or put this one as the last in the row !!

Can i request Luxiem boys(+ Ver cause he's my pathetic boyfailure)'s reactions to finding out that their s/o has a naturally cold body temperature?Like you'd think they'd be warm from their personality but when you touch them it's just freezing cold and they just go (:

Anyways please take care of yourself,drink and eat enough and rest enough !! Your health is important pookie

-K Anon

Luxiem + Ver with S/O Who has a Cold Body Temperature

• before you guys had actually met up irl (met through NIJI) and you told him how cold your hands always were, he lowkey didnt believe you because you just have such a warm personality

• however, when you guys first get together irl, first thing he’s doing is holding your hand because he’s so smitten

• and then his eyes go wide and hes just like??

• even though you don’t actually feel cold, he’ll take both of your hands in his and try to warm them up

• he also lowkey likes it too because he definitely prefers to be cold when sleeping and when you guys are cuddling hes just 🥰🥰

• our boyfailure just loves u sm!!!

• i love ver but i’ll be honest idk too much about him so writing for him is xtra hard 😭😭

• lets say you guys knew each other before niji

• maybe you went to the same high school and started dating then?

• anyway he genuinely worries for you, he does his research and its a pretty big sign for low iron so he’ll probably always ask if theres anything thats bothering you and you have to reassure him that its okay

• im sorry but he DEFINITELY blows on your hands softly to warm them up :((

• hes such a horndog but he can be so so soft and sweet

• and he knows how soft he is with you and isnt afraid to admit that he is!!

• he will NOT hide the fact that he loves you!!

• even if you’re not actually cold your skin just is, he’ll still tuck you in with extra blankets and make sure to cuddle the coldest parts of your body!!

• im sorry but he cracks a few jokes about you being elsa or some shit

• he probably flinches the first time he feels how cold your hand is :((

• he prefers being cozy and warm so it’s a big adjustment for him but he’ll do ANYTHING for you!!!

• definitely teases you about it as long as he knows your comfortable with it, otherwise he wouldnt

• i watch mysta, but again, not one of my oshi’s so its somewhat hard to think of things to add but i swear im trying

• even after knowing about your body temperature, he still probably flinches sometimes :((

• poor baby loves you so much and he wants you to know that and he feels so fucking bad because he doesn’t think hes showing it enough

• apologizes to you repeatedly about it :(

• much like vox, he’ll definitely make sure you’re always covered up even if you’re not actually cold

• “mysta, im having a heat stroke..”

• “too bad.” *sticks tongue out at you*

• GOLDEN RETRIEVER GIVES YOU HIS GLOVES

• “y/n, baby, are you okay? 🥺”

• looks at you exactly like that emoji

• holds your hands in his and probably presses them up against his chest for extra warmth 💟💟

• is the type to make you hot chocolate not only because it tastes good and you like it but because it’ll warm up your body

• hes so thorough with everything he does and remembers everything about you :((

• much like vox, he looks it up and once he sees that it could be something like low iron hes just like :0

• he hadnt even thought about that!!! what kind of a boyfriend was he!!!!

• ^ the best one ever

• HE LOVES TAKING WARM SHOWERS/BATHS WITH YOU

• im brain rotting i want to shower with him

• pls he deserves so much love how has he never had a gf anyone would be so lucky shouldve been me shouldve been me oh my god

• no parasocial

• anyways probably tells the lucubs and your fanbase about how cold you are just naturally and how hes worried, and when the clip gets shown to you youre just like 🥹🥹🥹

• “yeah, chat! Y/N is so cold, it kinda worries me. Apparently it can mean a lot of things and im scared they might have low iron or something..” *with a pout*

• and that was when they realized something was going on between you two

• THE MAN OF SEX HIMSELF

• anyways, much like vox, he definitely blows softly on your hands with warm breath to warm them up im so :(

• he also, like luca, will probably get you gloves (he would lend you his but they wouldn’t fo much)

• he probably reads to you while holding your hand and will look at you now and then just to make sure you’re ACTUALLY not cold

• he worries so much about you and being an overthinker doesnt help his case

• i imagine he’ll probably breathe on your hands whilst singing to you softly and just cradling you in his arms

• the man wants nothing more than for you to be happy and healthy and and and and

• ugh he just wants you to have everything good in life because you deserve it and

• i could rant about this man for ages plz restrain me

• anyway if he catches you wearing the gloves he bought you his heart will explode because he got you those and its just so :))))))))

• yk that Harry Styles song “Falling” thats literally him with you thats him in a relationship i cant explain it i just

• he also has a naturally cold body temp

• so the first time he holds your hands hes just :D

• much like ver, he prefers sleeping somewhat cold so when he cuddles you hes practically in heaven 🥰🥰

• his head buried in your chest while cuddling i cant

• brain is not functioning

• shu is just such a chill guy he wouldnt really have that much of a reaction 😭😭

#luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #nijisanji en #luxiem #shu yamino #mysta rias #vox akuma #luxiem x reader #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #hannahlovesluca #hannah susge

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brooooswriting · 5 months

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Your fault pt. 2

Maria hill x reader, Natasha Romanoff x reader (past)

*knock knock knock* Maria groaned as she opened the door of her quarters, she had just come back from a very exhausting mission and was ready to go to bed. But the constant knocking was too annoying to be ignored forever.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” She asked as soon as she saw you.

“I have to talk to you. You know how after the whole thing with Nat fury didnt let me back in until I went to therapy? So I went a couple of times while you were on the mission and then this woman has the audacity to tell me that I am suicidal and careless, that I wanted to end up dead on my last mission and that the person who made me feel like that was Nat” you hurried, making it hard for the brunette to understand anything.

“Wait- what did she say about you?” She asked, very unsure if she heard you right.

“Maria! That’s not important right now” you scolded her before continuing “she made me realize that Natasha is pure toxin for me. She also made me realize that I love you. It all made sense when she hinted at the fact that you’re the place I look for comfort. Because I do, you’re the first person I wanna see and the only person I always wanna talk to. I’m in love with you Maria” you told her, a smile on your face. The first real smile she had seen in months.

“I- why don’t you come in? I don’t think I can follow you right now” the door opened further for you to come in. You hurriedly followed her to the kitchen where she poured you a glass of water while you admired her.

“So what was that about you being suicidal?” She asked again as she pushed the glass towards you. Her eyes focusing on you.

“This is what you took in? Maria, I said I am in love with you and I mean it. I’ve been to 12 therapy sessions in the last 6 weeks and in every session all I wanted to talk about was you, how you saved me, how save I felt with you and then I realized it. I let Natasha treat me like shit for so long that I didn’t feel like you’d want me as soon as I realized that I do want you.”

“Y/n, are you sure about this? I don’t want to be a rebound and I don’t want to ruin our friendship” she said, her hand lightly grazing over yours that was placed on the counter. Her smile was a mixture of happiness sadness and uncertainty.

“Maria, I’ve never been surer about anything. You are the most amazing and beautiful person I have met and I wish I would have realized sooner. If you don’t feel the same, just say so and I’ll disappear and leave you alone with this topic. Our friendship can stay the same, I promise” everybody could have heard the sadness in your voice.

“I’ve been in love with you since our first mission but two weeks later you came in with Natasha holding hands. I didn’t wanna do anything if you were happy so I shut up. But now I’m so happy that I at least stayed close” she told you, leaning in carefully. Her eyes started to close as she noticed that you were also coming closer.

You were. At least until your hand suddenly stopped her, pushing her back lightly. “I - I thought” she immediately stumbled out making you smile lightly.

“You thought right but there’s something that I haven’t told you. I haven’t broken up with Natasha yet, I know what that sounds like but I was kinda scared, you know how toxic she can be”

“What?”

“I was scared and you weren’t here so I wouldn’t have had anywhere to go. Not anywhere I felt safe at least. And I don’t want to kiss you before I’m free” your hand carefully caressed her cheek as you explained, your heart feeling lighter as soon as she leaned into your touch.

“It’s okay. I’ll be there for you every second okay?” You nodded and fell into her embrace.

That night you decided to call it quits with the redhead, now that Maria was by your side.

“Natasha, we have to talk” you said as you walked into the kitchen, placing yourself on the other side of the table while Maria waited a couple of seconds before waking to the fridge.

“What about?” She was clearly uninterested in whatever you had to say and you had to hold back an eye roll.

“I think we should break up. No wait, I am breaking up with you. We just don’t fit together anymore and I don’t want to be treated like this anymore” you told her, your voice confident as you felt safe with the shield agent behind you.

“Yeah whatever” she said and walked out of the kitchen leaving you stunned.

“It’s over” you whispered to the woman as you sat on the counter next to where she was cutting some food.

“Finally. Now i can do this” she smiled as she pressed a light kiss to your lips. “And tomorrow I wanna take you out on a real date” she whispered against them before pulling away to plop some fruit into her mouth.

That night you fell asleep in one of Maria’s shield hoodies back in your own room after years and you haven’t felt as free as you did in forever.

Three weeks later

Natasha stood alone at Tony’s party watching Maria push you against a wall to make out with you. Her heart broke as she saw you smile against the brunettes lips. She’d never forgive herself for loosing you but it was too late now.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #maria hill x y/n #maria hill x you #maria hill one shot #maria hill x reader #maria hill imagine

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ultra-raging-ghost · 6 months

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Theyre doing angst/comfort, the fuckers </3 bad promised her everything would be fine and that he doesnt break promises, chat is pretty sure that promise will backfire on him lol

pomme asked if theres anything they can do to help him heal and bad said "Youre doing all you can by just being around me right now, youre reminding me what im fighting for. Im struggling because im fighting against a lot of things that have built up over time, but i think ive made it past the hurdle? Im not leaving if thats what youre worried about"

Pomme: I mean i know death works differently for you than it does for us, but still... its not something i want to see you go through and i know it must be painful :( BBH: ill tell you this pomme, death on one level is easy, it happens and its done. but living, pomme, living is hard.

pomme is now crying </3 bad told her shes probably just sleepy and everythings gonna be okay

Pomme: Was it hard living, before? BBH: Hmmm... its hard living sometimes. It was hardest when i was really really bored. i was locked in this deep deep hole and i couldnt get out - but i did get out! I almost drowned, which wouldve sucked, but i didnt! and i got away! and ever since then ive had a lot of adventures, but i think you guys are my favorite adventure so far and im gonna cherish it for as long as it lasts Pomme: It sucks to be trapped for such a long time BBH: Hm, yeah! In a way we're trapped here, it sorta brings back that... whats it called nostalgia? Pomme: Hopefully you can be happy here with dapper and me :') BBH: hm... yeah.. oh! Hey that flower, a yellow daf- hm! Oh pomme! is that pink? and is that yellow??? How about that! Pomme: Can you recognize this one? [passes him a cornflower] BBH: Skeppy? is this blue? OH! THIS REMINDS ME OF SKEPPY! THIS IS BLUE! Pomme: [nods vigorously] BBH: POMME! I THINK THE COLORS ARE COMING BACK AGAIN, POMME! Things are still washed out but i can tell this- this is red! and thats pink and thats green!

#qsmp #liveblogging

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lynnielovestlou · 5 months

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can u please make something about abby comforting reader through an especially hard panic attack😔☹️🙏

thank you!

of course ml!! hope you're okay <33

cw: anxiety , panic attack comfort , gentle! abby , fluff , use of y/n , pet names (babe, baby, honey, etc) , reader is kinda insecure , readers hair can be brushed through with a brush

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you have had panic attacks before, so you were no stranger to the clammy hands, chest pains, and the relentless thoughts and fears clouding each and every corner of your mind. but this one was just different.

it hadn't happened all week. usually your anxiety would get to the point where you'd have one or two attacks over the course of a few days. but you knew when you went an entire week with no panic attacks that something was wrong. it was building up inside you, just waiting for it to release into something monstrous.

abby knew all about your anxiety. she knew how bad it tore you up, and she was better at dealing with it than you were. often times it made you insecure how much you felt like you were slowing her down. how you had told her a countless number of times that she would be better off without you dragging her down with your blasted anxiety.

of course, being the best girlfriend she is, she didn't listen. she didn't mind helping you through it, in the sense that you really weren't slowing her down. but she hates your anxiety too. she hates how sick you feel after every attack and she hates that you go through them in the first place. her least favorite part, though, is when you go through it by yourself.

which was happening right now.

you were curled up in a ball on the floor of your shared bedroom. you could feel the pent-up anxiety releasing from the very start, and you tried everything to soothe it; your weighted blanket, your breathing exercises, hot tea. but nothing worked. to make matters worse, you couldn't find your phone to tell abby what was going on.

you lost track of time an hour into the attack. usually they only lasted maybe ten to twenty minutes. but this one felt so dreadful and deep that you knew it would be grueling.

your muscles shook so hard they hurt. your eyes were red and puffy from the amount of vigorous tears that had come from them. your clothes were covered in your snot and drool, and your heart felt like it was attempting to head-butt itself out of your chest.

keys jingle outside of the door, quickly followed by the sound of the door opening. abby's heavy footsteps are heard through the thin walls of the apartment.

"babe, you won't believe what happened today." she begins to say, her tone lighthearted and breathy, "i went grocery shopping and this lady was trying to get the last pack of those blueberry muffins you like, but i grabbed them before her. she was so pissed i wish you could've seen her face."

when she doesn't get a response back her eyebrows scrunch and she freezes, "y/n?"

she abandons the groceries on the counter, heading straight towards the bedroom. the second she sees you slumped on the floor and curled in a tight ball her stomach drops.

she doesn't hesitate for a single second before scooping you right up, tucking your face into her shoulder, "how long have you been like this?" she asks softly, her usual happy tone completely sympathetic.

you open your mouth, but no words come out. just a single, dry breath. she sits you down on the bed, her fingers pressing into your pulse, "honey, your heart. calm it down." she commands softly, peppering tender kisses all around your face, "why didn't you call me?"

"didnt want to... be a burden." you choke out, the tightness in your lungs far from subsiding.

she keeps talking to you, knowing two things. one: her voice calms you. two: she knows that if you're talking, you're breathing.

"you're not a burden, y'know that? you are never a burden." she coos, rubbing her fingers through your hair, "how long has this one been happening?" she asks again.

"an hour." you mumble, grabbing and pawing at her hands to hold.

her stomach twists again, the thought of you being alone in this state for this long making her feel guilty, "that's too long. have you taken your medicine?"

you can only muster a nod. yes, you did take your medicine. has it helped? not. one. bit.

she picks you up again so fast it almost gives you whiplash. she carrie's you to the shared bathroom, setting you down on the counter. you grimace at the cold tile against your thighs, but the she soothes you with a peck on the cheek.

abby knew what to do.

she slotted her body between your legs, cleaning up your tear and drool stained face with a warm washcloth. she kisses your forehead every once in a while, talking to you the entire time. "breathe, baby." "it'll pass." "i'm right here, okay? i'm not going anywhere."

after cleaning you up she carefully peeled your dirty clothes off, replacing them with some of her clean ones: her favorite t-shirt and a pair of her boxers. she knew you love to wear her clothes. they feel and smell like her, and there was no greater comfort than to be surrounded by abby.

"better?" she asks softly, brushing through your hair with a hairbrush.

you nod, pulling the slightest of smiles out of you for the first time in hours.

#lynnielovestlou #lesbian #the last of us #queer #abby anderson #fanfiction #fanfic #panic attack #anxiety #comfort

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bat-writer · 11 months

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MAAM

we need a part 2 to the pregnant reader please and thank you 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Love your work btw!!!

A/N: i didnt think the lash would do so sweep but HERE WE GO! I also turned this into a mixture of head cannons and a regular fic

Warnings: descriptions of birth and delivery

You were actually overdue by a couple of days. Your baby was supposed to come during last week, but they decide to take their sweet time.

However, this meant it was just more strain on your body. Unfortunately I meant your back eight more your feet started to swell and you were honestly very ready to be over with the pregnancy.

The doctor had told you to move around as much as he can’t to try and get labor to start the barista shoes and wanted you to rest and not push yourself more than you had to

Finally on a rainy night you started to have contractions! It was felt more like a cramp and lasted for about a minute or so, so it was still a bit early

Bruce was up right away and ready to go but you stopped him

“Labor can take hours hun, especially for a first baby. Let’s wait it out a little bit and we can get going alright?”

You were WAY TOO CALM in this situation. Bruce was baffled. But, he listened to you and instead had asked Alfred to have the bags and car on standby for when you were ready

Bruce was very supportive and attentive to your every need. He’d squeeze your hips, massage your back and anything else thay would sooth the contractions

“Just let me know and we’ll be at the hospital in no time” he would whisper to you as he rocked you side to side

Once it was time for you to get to the hospital, he made a phone call that you were on your way. Of course, he was never wanted to be seen as someone who abused his power or his name, but in your case, he only wanted you to have the highest of quality in things

So he made sure to book the hospital suite with only the best labor and delivery nurses of your choice.

Yes, he actually printed out the resumes of the nurses in the hospital and let you choose😭😭

This is Bruce Wayne. Batman. This man was the embodiment of fear some wood, even say that he did not know what fear was very different. In fact, he’s never felt more fear than he does now looking at you. He knew that this is a process. The millions of women go through but he still couldn’t help but feel like a child not know what to do.

You were squeezing his hand and your eyes were squeezed shut while you were trying to ride out this contraction. Sure he’s seeing you during your period, and how it was painful, but this was a whole other situation where the pain continue to escalate, and all he can do right now to see if you was to give you support

Once you arrived at the hospital Bruce help you out of the car by one of the nurses rolled out a wheelchair for you to sit in. He followed the nurse closely as he try to keep a close eye on you if his predictions were correct, you should be about 4 to 5 cm dilated

“ your doctor should come in a few minutes to check on your dilation. Please feel free to get comfortable and hit the call button if you need anything.” the young nurse informed you as she rolled get you into your room, and handing Bruce your hospital gown. As he helps you to get dress he also takes time to admire. Of course, it was always tractor for him, but he was also admiring all the hard work you have done in the past nine months.

“ do I really look that bad that you’re staring at me that much?” You asked him

“ no, not at all. In fact, far from it” he said, with a smile when you kiss your forehead. “I’m just admiring my work is all” he quips

“Ha ha mister slick- oh oh ahhh” you he’s in pain as you lean on your husband for support. It was basically like leaning on a brick wall.

“That’s in just breathe. You doing great.” he tries to comfort you to which you respond.

“ easy for you to say…..you don’t have a babies head prodding…..at your vagina” you breathe out between

“ fair enough, darling. You’re right, but I know that you really are strong and you’ll get through this. The contraction lasted for about two more minutes. After that you felt completely zapped from energy. Bruce helps you get into bed in a few minutes later your doctor walks in.

“ hello Mrs. Wayne how are we doing today? Are we ready to have a baby“ she asks trying to lift the mood give her a very pinned thumbs up, and she completely understood. “ All right I’m gonna give you a quick check just to see how far we are in dilation.” She says before checking and measuring “ looks like you’re about 6 cm just 4 more to go! Let me or the nurses know if you need anything else. She dismisses herself from the room.

“Only 6?” You groan “ and here I was thinking that I was around 8” you chuckle

“ well, you said it yourself, these things take time, especially if it’s a first“ he then comes and sits next to you on the bed and brings you into his arms. You can always sense whenever you needed “tell me what is on your mind“

“… because this entire time I was kind of in a trance about the pregnancy. I didn’t really take time to reflect on what’s really happening“ he knew you way too well for you to try and fake it and say you were fine. So you had just came out with it “when I felt the first contraction that’s when it honestly started hitting me that it was time….. and that it’s really happening” you admit

“Yeah it is…” he said still just listening

“I Just….feel overwhelmed” you sniff as your eyes well with tears “i don’t know what I’m doing or what’ll be good or bad for the baby”

“ well let’s look at it this way you do amazing boys. You force moves. Are you awesome like a mother would. That doesn’t excuse your feelings and fears about becoming because it’s something scary.” he comforts you “ but you’ll have me and the boys every step of the way”

For the rest of the night you were going through the motions of each contraction. Your doctor came in every hour or so to check on you. the boys even stopped by while they were in patrol for the night! They said once the baby was born they’d come back to visit again. You really appreciate them for coming by and seeing you, it made it just a bit more bearable. You had made it up until 3:26 am when it was time to finally push.

Bruce held your hand as you pushed with any energy you had left. You had always heard about women who explain the birth story and how it was the worst pain they had ever felt. It’s not that you didn’t believe them but now you can completely confirm what they were saying. This had to be the most intense pain that ever felt in your life. You didn’t know if you wanted to cling onto Bruce and have him comfort you or curse out for him doing this to you.

Either way, he would have taken it because he knows you are in a position he could never really experienced. But he tried his best to support and comfort you through the process.

“ That was a good one you’re doing great” he’d encourage you as he wiped your sweaty forehead. He may have looked very calm and collected, and so he was absolutely freaking out. You were in immense pain, and he can virtually do nothing about it. Here you were in front of him, sweaty screaming, and crying. All he was doing was feeding you ice, chips, and water, and letting you squeezes hands. Take me as you want.

“ you’re almost there. I know you feel tired, but you’re almost there. It’s almost over.” in fact, was speaking half truths because you truly do not know how much longer until your baby was in the world with you.

“ I know this is difficult, but I know you’re stronger than this. On the next count push with everything you have.” of course yes remember you were married to Batman meaning he was gonna push you until you were successful. Course in a loving way because he just wants. And in this case it’s for your health, and the babies health.

“Aaaahh!” You push again and fall back on your pillow panting

“Breath hon, breath. You’re doing good” he encouraged you.

It took you about an hour and a half from that first push to get her out. You don’t think you would experience anything like labor and delivery again. While it was something scary, painful, excruciating…… It also turned out to be something wonderful.

You were in Gotham’s best hospital with your newborn baby girl laying on your chest. She was only taken off to be cleaned and weighed. She passed all of the health tests with flying colors. And from what the nurses say, she is a perfect baby. Bruce, of course following in observing their every move. he loves you so deeply and his love for you only grew more and now it is shared with the person that was made with that love. He really could not ask for more.

Bruce was absolutely gobsmacked. He didn’t know what to say or how to react he just felt this immense, warm happiness and relief in his chest.

“Look honey…we have a girl” you smiled tiredly “she’s so beautiful”

“She really is…you are incredible. I’m so proud of you.” He complimented you laying a soft kiss to your lips.

“Here, why don’t you hold her?” You said lifting up the tiny human for him to take a hold of. His large hands supported her tiny body. The same hands that were used to fight crime no carry the life that he had made with you out of love.

Funny enough, she had the pout you claimed he did and that Damien got from him. You know that he looked at it he has to agree she does have his pout. But it looked better on her than it did him. She was perfect. Especially her eyes. She has your beautiful Y/E/C eyes, his favorite thing to look at

“did you make up your mind on a name?” He asked as he sat in the chair next to your bed.

“Well i was thinking of one but I could decide if you would like it or not” you answer

“Anything you pick will be perfect”

“Well. I thought Ila (eye-la) would be nice”

“I agree it’s a very pretty name,” he agrees

“But.” You add “I want her to have a middle name”

“Ans that would be?”

“..Martha” you smile “Ila Marth Wayne”

“Y/N…really? He asked with wide eyes. You wanted your daughter to carry his mothers name?

“Of course hon. It’s the least I can do”

Bruce looked down into his hands and saw how the entire world and multiverse slept peacefully in his hands. His beautiful Ila.

She was another reason he caught and became better for create a better Gotham

~🐈‍⬛

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #Bruce Wayne x pregnant reader #batman #batman fanfiction #dc comics #batman x fem!reader

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sugoi-writes · 2 months

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Suck It Up, Buttercup

Husk x GN!Reader Drabble

Haha-- It's the voice. The accent. DON'T JUDGE-- (No warnings, minus drinking mentions. Pure fluff!)

I miiiight turn this into a thing with multiple characters... a 'surprise kiss!' scenario with each of the main cast, just to practice writing for others. (I did similar things with KNY not too long ago). Not that I don't love Alastor, but I should try to mix things up a bit! If yall like this, let me know who you'd like to see next. Oh, and of course: please enjoy~

♥️♣️♦️

You groaned as you nursed your drink, cheek lazily smushed against the wood grain of the counter.

"Ughhnn.. shit, I passed out, didn't I?" You wince in pain from your throbbing headache, your vision slowly stabilizing as you took in your surroundings. Husk hums in agreement, coming out from behind the bar to your side.

" 'Sure did. C'mon, Buttercup. It's time to get you to bed." You whined, your flushed face giving away your drunken state," One more drink? Pleeeease..." Husk sighs, shrugging," A'ight, but it's probably a lil' too hard for ya." You stick your tongue out at him playfully, making him smile and shrug, both hands shooting up in his defense," Don't say I didn't try to warn ya..."

You felt your cheek press further into your eye as you watched Husk with a smile. You didnt bother to lift your head as you observed his movements. Quick, effortless, and cunning... despite his nihilist attitude, he always moved with a purpose while mixing drinks. He moved in ways that made what he was doing even more impressive to watch.

Once he was done, Husk made a big deal of sliding this 'concotion' towards you, your glass sporting a succulent lemon wedge on the rim. You felt a surge of energy enter you as you hastily took a gulp, before your expression soured.

"Water....? Husk, you said--!"

"Y'said to make you somethin' that'd make you forget somethin' else. That headache, for example," the cat demon chastised, before leaning forward," And you're gonna drink every last gulp before you carry your ass to bed. Got it?"

You groan again, rolling your eyes," Only if you'll carry me there~" You teased, shimming your shoulders. Husk narrows his gaze at you, his fur around his neck bristling," I ain't some powdered prince, y'know... and I don't do shit for free."

You sigh dramatically, leaning backward and arching your back over the counter," Ohhh, woe is me! I was convinced I finally found my knight in shining armor~!" At this, Husk snorts, leaning on his elbows and looming above you, his face hovering just above yours. For a moment, the two of you shared a laugh, then it grew stagnant... and then, there was a moment when you stared at one another, waiting for someone to move or say something. The tension that lingered felt heavy on your chest, as you felt your throat run dry. You open your parched lips slightly to say something, but your phrase died on your tongue, unable to leave.

Husk sighs, leaning down to kiss you gently on the forehead, officially breaking the silence.

"You're lucky you're a'ight to be around, otherwise I wouldn't be doin' this shit..." You barely had time to recover, your eyes wide with disbelief. Your fingertips ghosted over the pecked spot on your forehead, as if to replicate the feeling... before you felt yourself being lifted up. You fumble about in Husk's arms, clinging desperately to his chest. You were surprised with long, soft fur, a small mass easily being gripped and held in your trembling hands.

"O-Oh fuck I was-- I was jokin', Husk-- you can put me down!"

"An' risk you passin' out at my bar again? Fat chance..." A comfortable silence falls upon you both, and you can't help but lean into the cradle that Husk created for you. He was warn... exceedingly so. His breathing was slow, even, despite having to heave you around. You were surprised with how strong he was, not taking him to be the burly type. But all the same, it comforted you, and you swore that you heard a very subtle, deep purr as you smoothed your hand across his silken chest fluff.

It wouldn't be long until you've passed out again, head bobbing rhythmically as he brings you to your room. The stoic demon is careful when setting you down and tucking you in, a flash of sincerity crossing his stern features. He can't help the tired chuckle that slips out, leaning down to kiss your forehead again. A hand runs carefully across your crown, smoothing your hair back against your pillow, creating a halo around your sleeping face.

" ...'Night, Buttercup. I'll see you in the mornin'."

#husk hazbin hotel #husker hazbin hotel #husk x reader #husk x y/n #husk x you #husk hazbin hotel imagine #husk hazbin hotel fanfic #yahaha!!!#you thought i would only write for one person!#YOU FOOLS

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skullvgirl · 27 days

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GENDER : girlboss | barou

incl. the bad boy, barou

warnings. fem reader, fluff, crack, school!au, established relationship

an's. this one is for @chxxrybxxmb ≽ܫ≼, this was fun to write, tysm for the idea.

it was hard to talk to barou, he knew it was—he said it himself.

he wasn't friendly or cheerful like the rest if the team, he didnt have the social energy or demeanor they possessed.

people were scared of him to say the least ( not that he minded so much ) so scared in fact the only ones who would ever even talk to him besides the team was his teachers.

and you of course.

it was late afternoon and barou was just finishing up practice. you were here today ( on rare occasion ) to pick him up for dinner.

it didn't take you long to find the massive soccer field along with the massive team your boyfriend was on, he was loud as ever as he made the last goal, sealing the victory for the varsity team that seemed to playing the JV team.

"poor them, didn't even stand a chance" you shook your head. the score board read 5-0

you felt more comfortable making your way over to barou now as everybody was picking up equipment and packing up. it was a good time to snag his attention and let him know you'd be waiting in the car when he was ready.

"hey watch where you're fucking going dipshit"

it came from a JV player, whos name you didn't know, he purposely had bumped into your boyfriend as he was carrying equipment back, making sure it was hard enough to leave a bruise.

oh no

"excuse me?"

oh no this isnt good

barou didn't waste another second, immediately strutting towards the younger boy and yanking his shoulder back so now they were face to face.

"do we have a fucking problem?" barou stated agrily, cracking his knuckles together in preparation for what he was about to do.

the boy was shaking but didn't seem to want to back down, the whole fields eyes were on him now.

" i-I don't know, do we?" his voice came out cracked and shaky but he pressed on further, pumping his chest out in hopes of seeming intimidating.

it wasn't working.

no, no, no! shouei you stupid stupid man ! you could get kicked off the team for this !

you didn't waste any time, sprinting over and making your presence known to both your boyfriend and the bitter teamate.

"hit him and i will rip your balls off", barou acted shocked to see you here. he knew you were coming he just didn't think so soon.

barou's shoulders immediately untensed and he glanced over at the other players who watched in awe at how easily you were able to calm him down.

"thats what i thought, now get your stuff and get im the car, before someone really gets hurt" you said, not bothering to pay attention to the shocked faces of the team.

barou didn't say another word, but took one last glance at the other player at another last glance at you.

to the player he mouthed 'you are so lucky she's the boss of me, or you would be dead !'

and to you he said quitely "sorry love, won't happen again"

you only rolled your eyes and tracked his moving figure as he went back to the building, the other players however didn't move a muscle.

what the fuck just happened? they all thought.

you made your way to leave.

" wait a minute..."

you turned back, tilting your head to signal you were listening.

" you two are dating ??!"

from then on out it was public news that the two id you were together , although you'd been in a relationship for months now it seems more people were aware now that the egoistic and selfish soccer player had a super cool sweet girl girlfriend who he treated like everyday was her last.

like in the cafeteria

he sits alone with you and eventually people realized he makes your lunch—everyday, because you're always asking what he is making for you tomorrow.

can you believe that? barou, king barou making breakfast everyday without fail.

unimaginable

or the library

people dont spy nessacarliy but this one time, you got caught brushing his very long and lushess hair while he practicallypurred like a kitten on your lap. he regrets it with his whole heart. he ended up on the BLLK HIGH Almost Friday Page.

and on the soccer field of course

the score it 1-1, no overtime and sudden death. barou has the ball, and although he practically 10 feet out of his shooting range, he decides to take a chance.

he shoots

he scores

the crowd goes wild.

it's not long after he's crowded by the many other players that he makes his way to you, picking you up and twirling you around in his arms, kissing your face softly while everyone was there.

pda wasn't really his thing, but he didn't really care. your support was more than deserving of his affection and he wasn't shy if the whole world could see.

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wonfilms · 1 year

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SKZ & THE VOICEMAILS THEY SEND AFTER YOU BREAK UP.

warnings ; angst , tears

pairings ; ot8! x reader

a/n : i apologise very deeply in advance <3

bangchan : " i never realised how much time i wasted , when i could've been spending it all with you "

he was busy, you were busy, in the end it was meant to be a break but after just a week away from you he just couldn't cope. he barely had the time to smile at you in the mornings, you didn't deserve that, it was supposed to be for the best, but it shouldn't hurt this much right?

lee know : "i'm still not over you and i can't take it anymore"

he shouldn't be doing this, he shouldn't be crying himself to sleep when it was all his fault in the first place, he thought of how hurt you looked when he said you should call it quits. he shouldn't be feeling bad when he brought this all upon himself. and for what? all because he thought he wasn't good enough for you.

changbin : "do you hate me?"

he knew the answer already, it would be the cold hard buzz of your ringtone if he called you, he's tried. of course he has... but he knew that he had the answer from the moment you left his apartment that night. he'd never forget how you looked at him, hatred was the only way to describe it.

hyunjin : "i wrote that song about you"

he thought you didnt love him anymore, he was a loud lover and sometimes he forgot that you were your own person before you were his. maybe that's why it all came crashing down. he only realised how much you loved him after you broke up, sat in the cold depths of his now quiet apartment. the love was just you all along..

and now that you're gone you took it with you, leaving him to most suffocate in the love he had for you.

seungmin : "do you still have the camera i gave you? take lots of pictures for me"

he gave you that camera for your first anniversary, and now that you're gone he finds himself reminiscing about the times he shared with you. happy and sad feelings had been captured with that camera, and however much he hated to admit it... you would move on, and that camera would capture each of your new memories but this time just without him.

han : "i'm still not used to having a cold space next to me when i wake up"

han could never admit it when you were dating. he could never admit the fact you were almost like a comfort blanket to help him sleep at night. but now you're not here he wants to scream it to the world. sleep just doesn't come as easy as it used to anymore, he slept and woke up with your arms no longer wrapped around him, he felt almost as if he'd been stripped bare, the silences of his room felt almost as loud as the thumping of his heartbeat in his ears.

felix : "can i hear your voice... please? even if it will be for the final time?"

your voice was fading in his head, each note used to ring clear but now all he could hear were the honeyed remnants of what used to be his favourite sound in the world. he missed it more than he could even fathom , he could only remember the sheer comfort of how each syllable sounded coming out of your lips, and he would give anything to hear you again, even it would be the last time.

jeongin : "how did we end up like this? "

it all started with missed phone calls and half sincere smiles and it amounted to sleeping on opposite ends of the bed and hushed greetings. how did it all end up like this? jeongin recounted every minute so many times over in his head, what had gone so wrong? maybe he wanted to know for a sense of closure, if that was what fate wished upon the two of you so be it but if there's anything he could've done to make it all better he would do it in a heartbeat

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