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snowyquokka · 3 months

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MISSED YOU

written based off of the pictures above and my chronic need to be choked

seungmin x afab!reader

cw: smut w an attempted plot MDNI, established relationship, choking, reader is touch starved kinda robbed yall (lowkey lost motivation to write this one), unprotected piv (stay safe out there) dry humping for like two sentences, crying over being aforementioned touch starved + over writing an essay, shitty grammar (as per usual), no aftercare but it’s implied.

wc: 1k words

A.N- the longest one i’ve written on this account !! feel free to give feedback. muah <3

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“Fuck,” you groan and drop your head onto the table. You’ve been trying (and failing) to write an essay for 3 days now and the deadline is 2 days away. You’ve made zero progress due to just being stressed. Part of the stress is from not being able to even touch your boyfriend, Seungmin. He’s been on tour and it’s quite literal torture to you since your love language is physical contact.

Yes you’re able to have to an occasional Facetime where you both pleasure yourselves in front of the other but of course it’s not the same. You miss waking up on top of his chest as it rises slowly. You miss the way he smells.

And god do you miss his dick. The thought makes you feel so shitty but it’s the truth. You miss his deep groans and the way he sounds when he’s pushing you towards your orgasm.

You miss his tongue and the amount of skill he has when he’s going down on you.

And his long, slender fingers curling up in your pussy to hit your sweet spot.

Instinctively you rub your thighs together, arousal beginning to soak your panties. You swallow audibly and close your eyes.

“Fuck this,” you mumble as you shut your laptop and softly pad into your bedroom before slipping into one of Seungmin’s hoodies and crawling into bed.

You lay there for a few moments just staring at the ceiling as tears trickle down your cheeks. You feel pathetic for crying over something as miniscule as this. Though it doesn’t feel very minuscule to you.

You wake up to the feeling of someone stroking your hair, startling you a bit. You look up to see Seungmin beaming down at you.

“Hi, sleeping beauty. Did you mi-“ you cut him off by throwing your arms around him and immediately reveling in his scent. You inhale deeply as you relax into his arms.

“You’re actually here. I- I thought you still had another week.” you mumble into the crook of his neck. He chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Yeah that was my fault, I got the dates wrong.” you pull back slowly as you’re suddenly very aware of the wetness that is still sticking to your bare thighs. Seungmin’s eyes flicker from your lips to your chest as he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth. You clear your throat awkwardly and pull away from him completely.

“I’m gonna go get some water,” you move to stand up but are immediately dragged back down into Seungmin’s lap.

“I’m not stupid, bubs,” he mumbles into your ear as he trails his fingers over your slick thighs. “My precious baby, ready for me as soon as I get home.” Seungmin chuckles and presses a kiss in your hair.

You cringe and rest your forehead on his shoulder in an attempt to cover your scarlet face. “I-I’m sorry. I’ve been thinking about you and I’m stressed about college. But I followed the rules and didn’t touch myself without your permission.” you rush through your words, leaving you out of breath.

Seungmin’s hand creeps up your back underneath his hoodie. “Let me help you.” you whimper softly in return.

He smiles down at you as he removes his hand from your back and gently grinds your hips against his. You let out a surprised groan and throw your head back on his shoulder.

“Relax, let me take care of you baby.” he rolls your hips over his bulge again. He inhales deeply and tilts your head up to kiss him. He lets out a groan as he tastes you on his tongue.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t dream about the feeling of your curves under his palms the entire time he was away. He couldn’t look at a picture of you without getting hard. So as he pushes you back on the bed and removes your top, he plays out everything he fantasized about for a month.

Seungmin dipped down to kiss you once he undressed you and himself. While you were distracted he pushed two fingers grinning as you moan into his mouth.

“You make the most lovely sounds bubs, wonder how long it’ll take for me to make you lose your voice.”

“Why don’t you try and find out?” you say through broken gasps. Seungmin retracts his fingers from your core and swirls his tongue around them.

“You think I should? Can you handle it?” he asks seriously. No matter how dominant he gets he always makes sure that you are comfortable with whatever he’s going to do. The last thing he wants is to hurt you.

“Please, baby,” you grab his right hand and kiss his palm before looking up at him. “I want this-“ you guide his hand slowly towards your neck “-here.”

“You’re absolutely positive?” you nod in agreement and watch as your boyfriends eyes darken and fill with pure, unadulterated lust. He tightens his grip slightly and kisses you sloppily. It’s so chaotic and has absolutely no rhythm whatsoever, but that only makes it better.

At this point Seungmin’s dick is so hard that it hurts. He hasn’t been able to get off well in an ungodly amount of time.

You notice the distressed expression on his face as he pulls away and grab his cock, his hand still wrapped around your neck.

You stroke him a few times before he grabs your wrist with his free hand and pushes it away. Lining his tip up with your entrance, he lets out a small breath before sliding into you gently, the large amount of arousal dripping down your thighs producing lewd noises that echo through the room.

“Ah, fuck,” you stumble. Seungmin pushes into you completely. You bite your lip to stifle the loud moans you know are trying to escape.

“Do you like to have the ability to walk? Open that pretty little mouth and let me hear you.”

You continue to stay silent, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of pleasure that you’re experiencing. This only eggs Seungmin on. He applies more pressure against your neck and thrusts into you harder, trying to get any and every sound out of you.

“I can do this all night, y/n. Judging by the way you already looked fucked out, I’m guessing you can’t, so I suggest you start listening to me.”

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swissboyhisch · 10 months

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Road Trip

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yourinsta: First goodbye as a WAG. I can't believe I'm a WAG now 🤷🏻‍♀️ tagged: mcdavid97

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mcdavid97: I'll be home soon bub❤️

user: THIS RELATIONSHIP 😭😍

stephlechance: you were always considered a WAG though 😂😂

bainca_skye: WAG forever girl, always were 😂😂

user: Ahhh the edmontonoilers WAGs are the best

edmontonoilers: They are 🤷🏻‍♀️ It's the truth

user: Wait, that was them?! I saw these two 😭

yourbestie: I love how clueless she was, I mean honestly it was great 😂🤷🏻‍♀️

user: My OTP!

zstrome: time to party in a few days 🎉🎉🎉

user: zstrome has the right idea

user: I can't wait to see the Oilers play against the flyers!

user: 😭

patmaroon: I'll bring cap back safely, promise shortie 😂

username: patmartoon nickname for y/n is perfect

edmontonoilers: he'll be home soon, we promise 🙌🏻 we just need him to help us 🤷🏻‍♀️

dylstrome19: Can't wait to see you guys! are you flying out?

yourbestie: dylstrome19 yeah a few of WAGs are flying out to watch

user: YES OMG OILERS VS COYOTES

zstrome: PARTY WHEN YOU GET HERE!

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yourbestie: Arizona here we come 😍 tagged: yourinsta

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mcdavid97: See you soon ❤️

user: Friendship goals tbh

user: Seeing the group?

stephlechance: Wish I could go!

bainca_skye: See you there!

user: AHHH YES

user: IM GOING TO THAT GAME 😍😍😍

clove_bennet: See you when zstrome and I pick you guys up from the Airport.

user: REUNION!

yourinsta: It will be awesome! 😍 Liked by yourbestie

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zstrome: Our two favourites have arrived! tagged: yourinsta, yourbestie and clove_bennet

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mcdavid97: Keep them safe girls! And all of you be safe while partying, please ❤️

user: mcdavo being protective ahaha

yourinsta: I love you mcdavid97 like a lot.

user: they are so perfect 😍😍😍

clove_bennet: yes yes yes! Sleepover at Zara and I's apartment!

tess.calden: See you soon!

kennedymoore: YES YES YES I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU! btw I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up!

user: I love Kennedy 😍

yourinsta: user same.

user: Y/n is a precious gem

user: OMG Y/B/F/N IS GORGEOUS!

yoursis: Have fun sis x

user: 😍😍😍

drat29: Have fun and see you soon!

yourbestie: thanks leo x

user: Can't wait for the girls to go to the game!

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kennedymoore: Love these girls a billion ❤️ tagged: yourbestie, yourinsta, zstrome and clove_bennet

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user: I love this friend group!❤️

user: don't we all?!

zstrome: I've missed you guys so much!

user: I LOVE YOU A BILLION!😍😍

yourbestie: PARTYYYYYY PARTYYYYY

yourinsta: I live for this photo! 😍

user: I think we all do

user: Where are they?

user: Can't believe they are all together…

dylstrome19: Have fun and stay safe girls x

kennedymoore: always x ❤️

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zstrome: What a night 😍 tagged: yourbestie, yourinsta, kennedymoore and clove_bennet

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user: A shopping cart? really? 😂

lcrouse67: Oh god…

jakobc6: I swear…

clove_bennet: we'rE FINRE?

user: Now that is a night out!

mcdavid97: Thank god you guys got home safe

yourinsta: I didn't drink anything… gotta be the mumma bear

user: Imagine having to look after these drunk bitches…

yoursis: you girls are crazy

hollymcdavid: they're young 😂

TAG LIST:

@penny4yourthoughts @mp0625 @hischierhaze @dinonuggetsthings @francesfarhadi

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plusfuckingultra · 10 months

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Family Nap Time

It's 1 pm when I propose a nap with my lover over FaceTime. She's even awake since 7 am, running on 3 hours of sleep because she refused to go to bed angry with me. And I had been up till 4 am singing our son to sleep on a video call. My lover and I had an argument last night, one lasting for hours. We talked it through for a long time, finishing the night off by telling them to go to sleep and her insisting on a bedtime FaceTime. She sleeps better when on a call with me.

Which is why I proposed a Nap Time. A very needed naptime on both ends, since we stayed up so late. So we FaceTimed and laid down in our separate beds and I got to watch their eyes flutter closed in a sleepy trance, so easily relaxed when I'm in front of them. I stayed awake to make sure she fell asleep.

Our son texted me then before I could close my eyes to sleep. He was scared. I tell him I'm here. I always will be. I poured my heart, telling him I'm never gonna let anything bad happen to him ever again. I'm his Mama. I will keep him safe.

He tells me he's sleepy, but too scared to sleep. I ask if he wants to take a nap with Mama over a video call, and he quickly agrees, knowing he'll feel safer then. Knowing I will keep him safe.

I set up my laptop for the video call, my phone with my partner's sleeping face set up beside it. He joins the call and I give him a smile "There you are!" I say in my Mama voice, the one that always makes him smile back at me. Sure enough, he gives me the cutest grin, hugging his polar bear stuffie closer to his blanketed figure in a giggly embarrassment.

"Hi, sweetheart. It's just me, just Mama. You're safe with Mama, bub" I tell him softly as he nods into his polar bear. His eyes start closing and soon enough, his breathing deepens and slows as he drifts off to sleep. I take a deep breath. He's safe with me. Nothing can happen to him when he's with me.

I shift my gaze from my sleeping son to my lover, her relaxed face and calm breathing making me want to smother her in kisses and hold her close till sleep arrives for me too. Looking back to my precious baby boy, his face finally wiped of fear and worry, his mind no longer consumed with doubt that I love and care for him. I just want to hold him. Rock him to sleep. Sing him lullaby's every night, tell him that I'm gonna make all the pain go away so he never has to feel any again. Kiss his forehead and tell him that Mama is always gonna be here and make sure he's safe. Tell him he never has to be scared with me ever again.

I smile, looking between two people I hold close to my heart. Both of them in the most relaxed state they could ever be. A feeling of domesticity fills my chest as I imagine us doing the same in a place of our own, taking daily naps and holding each other. I smile to myself.

They are my future.

They are my hope.

They are my family.

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stevebabey · 1 year

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hi ruby darlin i had. my first Proper Drink tonite and am WILDLY affectionate and i need you to know i ADOREEEEE you <3 we're not mutuals but every time i see you post im like YEAHHHHH YOU GO BABE YOU BLOG THAT SHIT im delighted to see you <3 idk you have good vibes and i really admire your writing and your blog feels like fresh baked bread with GOURMET cheeese its incredible. im so sorry if this is babbly im a little out of it rn hjfkhj ok love you wishing you a WONDERFUL... i think its day there rn. mwah mwah

↑ literally me reading this while still at work….

BABEYYYYY THIS MIGHT BE THE MOST PRECIOUS ASK IVE EVER HAD THE HONOUR OF RECEIVING OH MY GOD???? oh my god. oh my GAWD 😭

firstly i luv that ur out here on the drinks- what’s on the menu? i dearly hope it’s something delicious like margaritas i LOVE those YUM ! also i can’t believe u would do this to me. u deliver me the most heart-wrenching perfect compliment— COMPARING ME GO CHEESE!!! KISS ME ON THE LIPS!!!!

i’m v fuckin glad that you think i’ve got the good vibes :’) and u enjoy my writing!!! and my sillay lil blog!! enough to come tell me 🥹 it is day here & u know what, it’s a fuckin good day having received this <3 enjoy ur night bub, stay safe & drink water and oh what’s this? nay…it can’t be…it’s a million mwahs….coming right for u….

#MWAHMWHAMHWAMHWAMHWAMAH #god that just looks like manicial laughter #it’s ok u get the vibes #ur like my cat and i just demolishing u with mwahs #U ADORE ME? i’m melting thru the floorboards. ruby (melted version)#we don’t have 2 be mutuals but if i reblog a ‘mutuals are my besties’ just know i’m talkin bout u too #fresh baked bread…. christ #i will be thinking bout this for months #also apologising ? get out of here #GIDHDJQNFICUENRNEHHE #yanno #i’m so regular bout this #ruby talks #asks #answered #anon #save & fave

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serenereigns · 2 years

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Damaged

Part 5

Pairing: TXT X Male OC/Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.4k

Not Spellchecked

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of abuse, body type, nightmares and poor health

Cowering in a corner with his hands covering his head, a little boy shrinks in fear at the sound of a haunting tune. “Little birdy, come here” a man whistles. The little boy shakes his head no, trying to hide his small frame behind the curtains. “I just want to play a little game… how about hide and seek?”

The curtains yank away from the boy, him shrieking. “Got ya”

“No, no I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” the boy sobs. “Then you shouldn’t have done it.” The man raises his hand…

Huening Kai’s POV

“Jae, Jae wake up!” I try shaking him worried. He doesn’t budge, his tears still streaming down his face. So I try again, “Jae, wake up.” He finally jolts up getting ready to run, but I halt his plans with a gentle hug. He stiffens with his hands clenched at his sides trying to hold back a sob. “It’s okay Jae, everything’s okay.” I look at him with a small smile while rubbing circles on his back.

“I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean too!” he slightly wails. I try to shush him calmly so I don’t scare him. “You didn’t do anything wrong bub, you just had a bad dream. You’re here at the hospital. Safe with us.” I point at the others who are starting to stir from their peaceful slumber. That’s when he finally takes a moment to look around himself, relief washing over him. “I’m going to move away from you for a second, I’m just grabbing my Molang” I hesitantly points towards the floor. “Molang helps me when I’m feeling icky, so maybe he’ll help you too” I smile. I shuffle off of the bed and tiptoe to where I was laying on the floor. I grab my precious plushy and offer it to Jae. He takes it with a small smile. “Do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep or?” Jae slightly nods, “Would you be okay with laying here, I can move over. This bed is quite large for me.”

I take a quick look over him, he’s right. “You’re so small and frail, we need to fix you up.” I crawl next to him. “Sleep well, tap on me if you need me!” I give him a little heart with my hands. Jae nods laughing. “Thank you”

Jae’s POV

*Click* “They look so cute!” *Click Click* “Be quiet, you’re gonna wake them up” says a hushed voice. I force my eyes open to see what all of the commotion is about. “Awe see, you woke him up” Beomgyu pouts. “I just wanted one more picture”

“Picture? What picture?” I question still trying to get out of my sleepy haze. “These ones” Soobin grabs Beomgyu’s phone before he can try and run away. “Hyung” he whines. “Oh shush” Soobin shushes him while smiling.

I grab the phone and see that I’m snuggled into Kai’s side. I feel my eyes widen and I look around for the said boy. We make eye contact as he comes into the room. “You, where were you?” I ask while pointing my finger at him. “I was using the bathroom?” He questions. “Why didn’t you move me” I wail. “Because you’re such a cute little cuddle bug.” He teases. I pout defeated.

“I’m going to make this my wallpaper!” Beomgyu proclaimed. “Ooh send it to me and I’ll do the same.” Yeonjun says as he enters the room with some bags. “What did you get?” Taehyun asks. Yeonjun chuckles, “An iced americano for you and me, grape juice for Soobin and Kai. For Beomgyu”, he points “Tomato Juice!” He smirks.

I look to my left as I hear the most dramatic gasp. “How, how could you do this to me!” He puts his hand on his forehead and falls into Taehyun’s already prepared arms. Taehyun shaking his head amused. “I thought we were friends!” He cries. Raising my hand I question, “What’s going on?” Yeonjun looks at me laughing, “Gyu hates tomatoes!” I look to Beomgyu in horror, “Huh.”

Yeonjun walks towards me after handing everyone a bagel and their designated drink, “For you Jae, I got milk. Because you’re the youngest. I also didn’t know what you wanted.” I look over to Beomgyu who’s still pouting. “Actually, I’m lactose intolerant. Beomgyu, do you want to trade?” I question. He beams while nodding. We trade and I brace myself for the horror that I call tomatoes. “Wait, did you really think I’m that mean. I have some tea for Beomgyu. I know that you don’t like tomatoes.” Yeonjun pouts.

“How did you know?” I ask confused. “At lunch the other day they had burgers, they had tomatoes. I saw you picking them off.” He shrugs. Beomgyu looks at me smiling. I raise my eyebrows “I don’t trust you.” I deadpan. He hops over and throws himself into my arms. “Yuck” I fake my disgust. “Shhh, you love me.” He sighs in content. “Sure” I huff.

“Changing the topic here, but I had a question for you Jae.” I look at Soobin slightly worried. We make eye contact motioning for him to continue. “We’d like you to move in with us. Your home isn’t safe.” I gasp slightly shocked. “I don’t know about that, I’m a lot to handle. Dad is okay, he just gets angry sometimes.” I lower my head.

“Jae, that’s not him being angry. No offense, but he’s an abusive ass.” Taehyun scoffs. “Tae, it’s okay.” Yeonjun sits on the edge of the hospital bed. “You’re not a burden, we wouldn’t have asked if we thought we ‘couldn’t handle you.’ Or if we thought that ‘you were too much’.” He puts his fingers up in parentheses. “ I was serious about what I said last night. While you were sleeping we all talked about it together. We’d all like you to stay with us” he points at the others. Them nodding in agreement. “So, would you let us be your home?” Kai finishes.

I take a minute to observe the way everyone looks. A talent I’ve had to develop is being good at reading emotions. They all seem to not be lying. I feel like I can trust them, I mean they’ve yet to do me wrong. I muster my courage, “I’d love too.” I smile.

They all cheer, and for once I do too. “I’m glad you said yes. We would just have to go to your house to get some of your things.” Taehyun smiles while slightly clapping his hands. A habit I’ve noticed he does when happy or excited. I slightly stiffen at that. “I don’t really have much, but sure.” They all look at me slightly frowning. “We can go now if you’d like.” Soobin says.

…

We all sit in the car with a comfortable silence. A man they call their manager driving. They had explained to me how they were training to become idols. How nice, I’d love to become an idol. I had asked them if I could join their practice to watch one day. Beomgyu even said they’d teach me a dance they’d been learning for their evaluation. That made me happy. But pulling onto my street dampens my mood significantly.

We all get out of the car and I prepare myself.

Beomgyu’s POV

We all sat in the car after telling Jae about us preparing to hopefully debut. He didn’t react the way we thought he would. Most people get excited and act fake. But he just smiled fondly, almost with a sense of knowing. Knowing our love for music and dancing. I noticed this and offered to teach him the dance we’d been learning. He nods. Then we pull onto his street and the atmosphere clearly drops.

The grey sky not helping. We all get out of the car and wait for Jae to lead the way. He fished for something in his pocket, pulling out a bobby pin. He slightly chuckles, “My dad doesn’t let me have a key.” He unlocks the door and steps in. We all try to muffle our gasps. It reeks of smoke and alcohol. Stains of… is that blood. I shudder and feel mine run cold. Jae apologizes for the mess and leads us to what he calls his room.

He pushes open a door, “This is where I sleep.” “This is where you sleep??” Yeonjun questions appalled. I look around ‘his room’. All there is are his clothes in a small basket, a torn up blanket and a cute plushy.

Jae awkwardly smiles “Welcome to my home”.

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trashqueencrisis · 9 months

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2/08

It's the day/morning after my first night on seroquel (12.5mg - which is literally half the lowest possible dose as it comes in 24mg) and without ANY cymbalta.

The seroquel was lovely for winding down and resting, it helped me get to sleep so easily and stay that way. I was able to sleep through most of the usual discomforts including the night sweats which is usually what breaks up my sleep the most. It was honestly like floating on a lovely little cloud into the evening and off to sleep and being able to STAY that way despite withdrawal symptoms was bliss. Blissful is actually the perfect word for it.

I slept through my alarm. I slept through people checking in on me. I didn't make it to breakfast OR morning check in. I didn't wake up until 10am. I missed my medication that ideally is before breakfast (so pre 8am).

Staying here I've learnt that the day after my cymbalta dose has been reduced, the fatigue hits me *hard*. I can easily be out for the whole day sleeping (and deeply) and usually miss check in or morning group because of it. I'm exhausted and not functional.

Adding the Seroquel on to that obviously it was hard this morning. Like I said, I slept through people doing check-ins, breakfast, the morning hub-bub and getting my morning medication - which is Saxenda and a Berocca.

So to round up the context: BRAND NEW medication that is specifically to help me relax and get to sleep. NO MORE of my old medication and a history of being fatigued and hypersomniatic the day after said cymbalta dose is reduced (as I receive my dose in the evening).

I leave my blinds open to help with a natural, slow progressive wake-up knowing I am on a new dose and might struggle. I WANT to be there for all my obligations.

On days when I am not on a newly reduced dosage I have no issues waking up naturally/without an alarm on time for breakfast, meds and check-in at 9am. I am reliable with my medication to the n'th degree and never need to be told to be there at 'medication time'. I have reminders on my phone if all else fails but also just am lucky enough that my memory and functioning and the routine is manageable for me here without prompting.

Cue me jumping out of bed at 10am so I can get myself ready and together enough to go to our morning group session at 10:30am. All my mitigation attempts failed and I still feel like I am zonked out from, maybe, the seroquel, but also very likely withdrawal from cymbalta. I didn't make check-in, but I am determined to be there for everything else.

My back is hurting and I think to myself I need panadol and maybe will need a tramadol much later. It is pulsing pain which is usually what makes me most vulnerable emotionally - it fills my cup quickly and I find it a discomfort that it more difficult to sit with and work through.

The social worker stops by unexpectedly as I am rushing to get dressed and brush my teeth and make myself smell acceptable. Of course I need to sit and discuss the processes and options I'm pursuing re: government funding. I am ok with all of that.

A nurse comes past to check that I will be going to group sessions today and I have to spend precious moments reassuring her I will be and that I want to be. I tell her that I am rushing now as I missed my alarms etc. and am on a new medication regimen/course and just has some unexpected set-backs pop up. I tell her I just need to go past and get my morning medication which I missed.

It's important to note that there are set times when medication is given out. I have a lot of PRN meds, most of which I try to take when I'm getting other things to make the nurses lives easier. But it's probably safe to say I get a fair few things outside the set times. I can't predict back pain or a panic attack after all - something they know.

7-8am

5-6pm

8-9pm

Are the times I can vaguely remember off the top of my head.

I arrive at the nurses station and let them know I need my missed morning medications. I am polite and deferential as always. They get my file etc. and she observes/states:

"You're supposed to have your medication before 8am. We have set medication times."

It was aggressive, not assertive. No please. It was brusk.

I apologise profusely and said I was on new medication and off my old one and just not functioning. I explained the situation of not waking up to my alarms etc.

Generally I am not someone who breaks rules. I am not someone who is deliberately disrespectful of someones time and efforts and I am ALWAYS effusively thankful and appreciative. I always am polite. I am a people pleaser through and through. I think most of the nurses here know that and know that I am not difficult to deal with. I am an easy patient and I don't ask for much if anything at all. I feel guilt putting people out.

There were a million other ways she could have said this that didn't essentially kick a dog when it's down.

All the patients here are no doubt struggling with something similar to what I am with meds, or variation on this theme. But they also know I am someone who doesn't rock the boat above everything else.

This was also all before she even realised she needed a signature on my saxenda injection pen. No doubt that pissed her off more.

I had wanted to ask for panadol because frankly my back is reaching a point that isn't bearable without pharmaceutical help. I didn't end up doing that, because I didn't want to cause a fuss more than I had. I had wanted to ask about seeing my psychiatrist to talk about leave. That also didn't happen at all.

If it was SO IMPORTANT that I have my morning medication at that time (it's truly not, it's a Berocca which is a fucking multi-vitamin and saxenda which should be taken at the same time each day, but it's not going to kill me if its hours late, which it wasn't anyway) then how about you come and wake me up and help me out like the nursing staff are supposed to. You didn't even know I was supposed to have a saxenda without my prompting, which is fine, but you obviously had no clue what I was supposed to be taking and so can't have cared that much. If you were that worried over my missed morning medication, you probably would have

a) looked up to see what I was supposed to get

b) come and got me out of bed to have it

I am not denying personal responsibility here, that is a critical skill we are building while here and keeping and maintaining a routine is also very important for our recovery efforts once we leave.

But we are also in a psychiatris hospital. We are supposed to be given help to achieve our goals. We are supposed to receive non-critical and non-judgemental support. And we are at a unique risk when being given criticism, even positive and constructive, of having it set off an internal spiral of shame, guilt, self-loathing and just generally strong self criticism.

Nothing about what this nurse said to me was mindful or considerate of ANY of this. It was such a small and seemingly innocuous comment, but it was made at a time when I am probably the most vulnerable I've been emotionally, physically and emotionally. And to a person who is overly polite and considerate to the point of self deteriment.

It stopped me from asking from medication and help I NEED and still do. Now I can't help but be conscious that asking for PRN meds outside set medication times is just the biggest inconvenience and that I am adding a huge burden to these nurses plates when nursing staff already do so much for so little.

No nurse has treated me like this before or said something so off-putting that I can recall. And I don't know if I am overly sensitive or if my issue with it is valid.

I know my reactions are overly sensitive. It sent me spiralling into the self-hate. It's made me worry I am treating nursing staff like they are my butlers or nannies and not my health care team. It made me feel immense guilt. I'm crying and angry amongst all the other physical pain, withdrawal dizziness and emotional chaos, and brain fog.

BUT I think taking issue with how the interaction went is valid, reasonable and rational. It was an arguably unprofessional, dismissive, inconsiderate and poor interaction that did not offer much thought about the unique hospital and patient context.

I'll ask for my medication for my pain on the way to lunch even if it's ultimately an inconvenience because of course I fucking will. It's going to be hard because I feel so all around awful, but I know it'll need to be done. Had I been in a better mind set I wouldn't have even needed to think all this through and gotten so hard on myself. I would just have skipped to being annoyed and somewhat angry at her approach and behaviour and gotten my damn medication.

If i had been someone else who doesn't have the tools to do this process, I could have been left hating myself for the rest of the day. I would have been a crying mess. I would have been in pain. I would not have been able to advocate for myself.

Had it been my first hospital stay I wonder if I would have been too scared to go and ask for pain meds like I am about to.

So fuck this person. I have sympathy and empathy for them too. I always will for service staff, hospo staff and workers like nurses because I know how things are in the world. Maybe they are having a shit day, maybe I interupted them when they had just FINALLY been able to sit down to get some paperwork done.

But also, fuck em.

You want to be a nurse? Then that is a role that comes with a certain expectations, including around professional conduct and interpersonal interactions, ESPECIALLY in a mental health hospital. It no doubts takes learning skills to mitigate when you have a shit day but still need to get through and interact with patients in a considerate and respectful way. And she wasn't young either. This isn't her first rodeo.

If that's too much, then maybe you're in the wrong job.

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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Can I request a prompt of dad!Harry where maybe it’s just him And Sasha and they get mobbed and her slightly hurt but he is furious

JUST A LESSON

word count: 5k+ (how'd i write this in one day)

warnings: language, smut, blood, minor injuries

- If you'd like more from dad!harry verse - check out my masterlist! (pinned post)

- PLEASE NOTE: DAD!HARRY & CEO!HARRY ARE TWO DIFFERENT TROPES.

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Harry was quite stressed out. He wasn’t sure how his wife did it all the time. She was constantly packing up Sasha and toting her around the globe to meet up with him for concerts and events when he was away.

The little family had been staying in their Los Angeles home for nearly three months now as Harry had been writing for his third solo album. It involved a lot of late nights were Y/N were putting Sasha to bed by herself.

Harry was eternally grateful that she was so patient and understanding when he snuck into bed quarter past three after finding a rift that fit a new song perfectly or when Mitch had an idea that had Harry on Skype for hours with him.

The stress was overwhelming for her though. She was usually good at self-care and taking time for herself but Sasha had been so needy lately and crabby when her father wasn’t at her beck and call.

The toddler was going through a bout where she struggled to sleep through the night and had a tendency to scream bloody murder when she didn’t get her way.

It was nearly three weeks of this and she hadn’t mentioned it too much to Harry because she didn’t want him to be as stressed out as she was.

Tonight, Y/N had rocked, sang, hummed, and read to her daughter to stop the angry tears that were rolling down her cheeks but nothing was working. It was near eleven at night and she had took Sasha out in the car for a long ride where she finally fell asleep.

But as soon as Y/N unlocked the front door, she startled awake even angrier than before, squirming out her mother’s grip and bolting through the house. When she tried to round a corner, she slipped on her bum.

Y/N felt her anxiety level break.

Sasha began screaming once again, “Mummy! No! No!”

When Y/N picked her up after her slight tumble, she was absolutely not hurt but had become even more frustrated. Y/N was starting to feel overwhelmed - which didn’t happen often.

“Baby, what do you want? What can mummy do?” Y/N asks with desperation, searching her baby’s watery green eyes. She looked so much like her dad it was absurd.

“No! Down! Stop!” The two year old orders with a furrowed brow, lips in a tight line with her nose scrunched up in displeasure.

“Sasha, you just hurt yourself. You can’t run in the house, the floor is slippery,” Y/N tells her firmly despite it falling upon deaf ears.

“Bad mummy,” Sasha shrieks, “Daddy! Want Daddy! Now!”

Y/N is embarrassed to admit that she has tears welling up in her eyes. She was trying everything in her power to soothe her baby. It’s midnight at this point and she’d been at it since seven this morning.

Sasha had refused a nap all day - giving Y/N no respite at all. Harry had left at eight in the morning and hadn’t returned yet. Even though Sasha was only two and a half, Y/N felt a pang at the words ‘bad mummy.’

She didn’t feel any other option at this point than to call Harry for help. She wanted to be capable of being at stay home mum but sometimes it was really fucking hard but she felt guilty because she should be able to do this. Harry was out there working hard, providing, constantly.

When he doesn’t answer, the tears freely start streaming down her face in silence. She scrubs at them quickly so that her daughter doesn’t see them but it’s hard to catch them all - sobs threatening to bubble through her lips.

“Daddy’s working, we need to go to sleep,” Y/N replies to her daughter, jaw clenched to hold back the upset she feels. She needs a minute alone but she doubts her toddler will let her.

“Pool?” Sasha piques, “Swim?”

Y/N wants to laugh, it’s so fucking late and Sasha should have been in bed nearly four hours ago. The mother was so beyond her routine at this point, that she actually just gave in to her daughter.

Sasha’s mood turns around when Y/N wrangles them both into their swimsuits ***and trails out of the back patio, switching on all the lights around as well as in the pool. The California air was still extremely warm, enough to cause a sweat. ***

She tugs a little donut raft into the pool with them that Sasha can float around on while Y/N guides it to keep her safe. She was so tired by this point that her bones felt like they weighed a million pounds.

Sasha’s eyes droop until they finally flutter close within minutes of being in the warm water. Her eyelids splotchy pink from all of the fits and tears from the day. And when she is completely asleep, Y/N lets herself cry as she continues to float the baby around the pool to keep her asleep.

She hasn’t been doing it for more than ten minutes when the patio door opens and Harry is stepping into the back with a confused expression that she can’t see because her back is turned to him.

“Love, why are you in the pool? S’late,” Harry asks softly but he doesn’t get an answer, so he’s slipping out of his plain tee and striped pants, dirty vans kicked to the side ***.

Just in his briefs, he quietly enters the pool to not disrupt the ebb and flow of the water. When he makes his way over to her, he slides in front of his wife, alarmed at the exhausted, tearful expression on her face.

“Baby, what’s happened? Talk t’me,” Harry whispers, hands coming to cup his wife’s face in between his large hands. Rings cold against her hot, wet cheeks. He looks to his sleeping daughter, running his eyes over her a few times and decides she seems completely okay.

“M’fine,” Y/N chokes out but the lie causes a fresh wave of tears.

Harry frowns, “Don’t lie to me, pet. Please, don’t shut me out. M’always here for you.”

“I’m a bad mum,” She sobs silently, her eyes closing as she leans into his palms before moving to rest her head heavily on the crook of his tattooed shoulder, his chest damp from the salty tears.

“Wha-What’s brought this on? Y’the best mum in the world, best wife in the world. The best at everythin’, why are you doubtin’ that, my heart?” Harry murmurs, taking over the rocking motions of Sasha’s raft.

“She wouldn’t settle today, Harry. Like at all, refusing to nap, eat any healthy food, or bathe. She screamed at me the whole day no matter what I did and then she told me I was bad and she wanted you.”

“Love, she’s in the midst of her terrible twos. She loves you more than anythin’ on this earth. Y’her mummy and a damn good one at that. Why didn’t y’call me? I’d come home, work is never more important than our family.”

Y/N doesn’t bring up the fact she did try to call, “I need to be able to do this myself, Harry. M’a stay at home mum, taking care of Sash is literally my only job and I can’t even do that.”

Harry’s face hardens but he tries to not take it personally, knowing his wife is just upset with herself, “That’s not fair to me, dove. M’her daddy, she’s half mine too. She’s just as much of my responsibility as yours, no matter what my job is.”

“I don’t want to stress you out more than necessary,” Y/N mutters into his skin.

“Me coming home to my wife in tears and my baby in the pool at midnight is more stressful than you ringin’ me to come home,” Harry tells her, smearing a few kisses to the top of her hair.

“I’m sorry for worrying you. I’m just tired.”

Harry pulls her back so he can look her in the eyes, “Never apologize for somethin’ like that. Go get a bath and let me put the bub to sleep, okay? I love y’mumma.”

Harry calls his mum the next morning while Y/N is out getting a manicure with Glenne. He’d called her favorite salon earlier in the day, coercing them into opening a spot for her with a monetary bribe.

Y/N had hesitated at the door as Sasha threw a fit at her mother leaving the house. She clung onto her calf until Harry had to physically pull her off and hold her tightly in his arms.

Currently, Sasha was playing with a set of dolls on the floor of her bedroom as Harry sat next to her. She’d originally been happy with the presence of her father until he told her he needed to make a phone call.

Harry had to be stern with her when she went to grab at the phone pressed to his ear, gently gripping her wrist and frowning, “We don’t do that, s’not nice.”

Sasha had attempted to grab at it again and managed to tangle Harry’s long locks into his fist, tugging at them. Harry unraveled the small fingers before telling his daughter, “If you do that one more time, y’going on the step for two minutes.”

The threat had her pouting harshly but turning back to her toys to occupy herself, sighing when his mum finally answered the phone, “Hi darling.”

“Hi mum, you alright?” Harry asks, relaxing at the sound of his mother’s melodic voice.

“I’m perfect, you don’t sound okay, dear,” Anne replies with a concerned twinge.

Harry didn’t call much to complain, didn’t like worrying her and most of the time Y/N was able to provide the support he needed or Jeff.

“Y/N’s really overwhelmed,” Harry tells her before choking up a bit, “And I don’t know what to do mum, I feel like m’bein’ a bad husband. Came home to her crying last night and she feels like she’s a bad mum.”

When Sasha hears her father’s voice crack, she looks up at him curiously before recognizing that he’s upset. She crawls into his lap, fitting herself against his chest before playing with a doll there. Comforting him.

Harry wraps his free arm around her, pulling her as close as possible. His precious little baby. A little blessing as sweet as her mother.

“Oh honey, that happens. Mums, good mums especially are so critical when they don’t need to be. Baby’s are overwhelming, plus I know she’s been alone a lot with her. But you’re not a bad husband, dear.”

“It feels like it,” Harry sniffles, burying his face in his daughter’s lavender-scented curls from her bath earlier.

“If you were, you wouldn’t be calling,” Anne chuckles at her son, “Now how can we make this situation better?”

The phone call helped Harry not feel so hopeless in helping his wife. He’d come up with the plan to fly to England with Sasha so that Anne could see her but Y/N could have some alone time for a long weekend.

When Y/N enters the front door after her appointment, she’s met by a very excited little human who rushes to her mother and demands to be picked up. Of course, Y/N obliges, looking a bit more refreshed and awake as she tucks the baby against her hip.

Harry had ordered their favorite salads from a shop in the city and had it ready for her, “Oh, looks delicious. Thank you, H,” She smiles at him, leaning to give his stubbly cheek a kiss.

As they dig in, Y/N feeding bits of chicken and veggies to her daughter as they eat, Harry clears his throat, “I’m taking Sash to Holmes Chapel for the long weekend to see my mum.”

Y/N smiles, “That sounds great!”

Harry gives her a perplexed look, he’d thought she’d put up a fight. She despised being away from Sasha - couldn’t go a day without seeing her daughter.

“Really?” Her husband asks, putting down his fork.

“Mhm, I just have to pack a bag for Sash and I. When are we leaving?” Y/N replies eagerly, ready to go back home and get away from California for a bit.

Harry’s stomach clenches, “Erm, I meant just me and the baba? I thought you could stay here and relax for a weekend. Sleep, hang out, shop.”

Y/N’s face falls and is replaced with a devastated look, “You don’t think I’m being a good mum.”

Harry backpedals, realizing he shouldn’t have approached it in the lax way he did.

“No, no, of course not, baby. I think you’re such a good mum that you need a break. You never get breaks, m’the one who always does. S’not fair to you. I just need you to have some time to take care of yourself,” Harry explains, his heart shattering a bit at the tears brimming again.

“I don’t want a break, don’t leave me here,” Y/N begs, tucking a piece of tomato in her daughter’s expectant mouth before Sasha chews and smiles at her mother.

“Mummy, more please?” Sasha chirps, her mood a little bit brighter than it had been the last few days.

“Thank you for using your manners, here baby,” Her mother responds, popping another into her mouth after she sliced it in half.

“Did you book a commercial flight?” She asks her husband with an angry tone.

“No, private but we have to catch it at LAX,” Harry explains, the private airport they usually fly out of was filled to capacity at the moment.

“Either I’m coming or you’re going alone. You’re not taking Sasha without me,” Y/N replies firmly. She stands up and shuffles Sasha into his lap before leaving the room without another word.

Harry didn’t expect that. He should have thought it through more. If Y/N wanted to come, of course she could, but he’d never meant to offend her or act like he was taking Sasha away from her.

Harry had attempted to reason his way out of going to the studio with Jeff today. However, with the final cuts and adjustments were being made - he was quickly turned down and demanded in the studio.

When he’d trailed into the quiet house that night, relieved to find his baby in her crib instead of the pool, he went to his bedroom where the lights were still on.

The closet doors were open and Y/N was on the ground folding and sorting Sasha’s clothes before placing them in her suitcase. ***

Y/N’s suitcase already laying zipped and ready to go by the entrance of the closet. Her toiletry bag was placed neatly on top of it. Then his heart pings a bit when he sees that she’s already packed up his suitcase as well.

Harry pads over to his wife, plopping down behind her and tugging her back into him - long arms wrapping around her upper chest.

“Missed you, mumma.”

She hums, “I missed you too. Miss you always.”

“Y’the love of my life, y’know that?” Harry asks, kissing the back of her neck.

“I better be or you married the wrong person,” Y/N laughs softly, her tone still off but lighter than before.

“Married the right person, knocked up the right person.”

Y/N barks out a laugh, rolling her eyes, “How romantic.”

“Baby, y’know what I’m getting at. You’re the best mum and wife. I just wanted you to have a few days to yourself. To lower your stress level and let you do some self-care,” Harry murmurs, pushing the baby clothes out of her hands.

“But your mum can watch her for a bit while we’re there, right? I don’t want alone time, I need the exact opposite. I need company,” She tells him, twisting herself until she’s seated in his lap - straddling him.

“Mmm, can definitely have some alone time,” Harry agrees instantly, his mouth finding her throat - beginning to lay a path of wet, hot kisses down the column down to her collarbones.

“H, I have t’pack, we’re leaving tomorrow morning,” Y/N weakly argues but can’t help but bear down against her husband when she feels him harden in his loose pants quickly.

“S’just a quickie? Yeah, pet? Lemme fuck you,” Harry’s hands dragging the shirt she’s wearing up and over her head. Eyes lighting up boyishly when he realizes she didn’t have a bra on.

She can’t argue as he darts down to wrap his lips around her pert bud, sucking between long swipes of his tongue - just how she liked it. “Missed y’body so much,” Harry states against her heated skin.

“Just had me two days ago,” Y/N laughs but it cuts off into a moan when his hand slides into her pajama shorts and finds her clit over her thin underwear.

“Never enough,” Harry replies easily, “Remember the song I wrote f’you?”

Y/N snarkily asks, “Which one? Nearly all your songs are about me.”

And well...Harry can’t even argue how true her statement is. “The one titled ‘Never Enough’, pet? Remember?”

Before she can speak, he lowly croons out the chorus of the song he wrote for One Direction years ago, “Lips so good I forget my name. I swear I would give you everything. It’s never enough, never enough.”

Harry knows his sweet as syrup singing gets her immensely turned on and so he’s not surprised when she whimpers against his lips, “Fuck me, c’mon.”

He’s delighted at his wife’s pleas and quickly moves them, leaning forward with her until she’s on her back on the ground of their walk-in closet. He accidentally kicks over a pile of Sasha’s dresses but neither even notice.

There is no time wasted as Harry removed every single article from Y/N’s body quickly as well as his own. He’s leaning forward to suck a few more kisses to her chest as his fingers slip down to crook right up into her hot center.

“No teasing,” Y/N complains, wrapping hands around his biceps and bringing him on top of her more fully. She’s squeezing around his two fingers with need, it has him groaning when he brings them up and sucks them between his pouty lips.

Then she’s not waiting any longer, reaching down and grabbing a hold of his thick length. Harry lets out rumble from his chest at the contact before she’s guiding him into her without any further ado.

“Baby,” Harry chastises as soon as she starts goading him into thrusts with her feet against him bum, pushing him into her harder than he’d usually start, “Y’squeezin’ me s’tight, you missed me too?”

Y/N nods, whining every time he pushes against her spot and sends a zip of arousal through her body. His trimmed hair around his base brushing against her clit causing delicious friction for her.

“No, y’need to tell me,” Harry huffs, hand gripping her jaw harsher than he would if they were having slow, intimate sex. He knew she loved it by the way her eyes twinkle with stubbornness.

“No,” She replies coyly, heels of her feet pressing hard against him to the point it itches with a slight pain. Harry loved his wife so much it was looney.

“It’s fine, don’t need y’to come for me to get off, dove,” Harry replies simply, speeding up his thrusts with his hand holding her jaw for him to press bruising kisses against. His teeth are coming to pull her bottom lip in between.

Something switches in her demeanor though without warning, her voice softer and pliant, “Tell me you love me.”

It has Harry slowing down his hips until he’s rocking deeper into her, going down on his elbows so their noses are bumping. He releases the grip of her chin and instead moves to her bum to encourage her to meet him halfway.

“I love you, s’much it hurts most days,” Harry replies obediently, knowing what his wife needed at that moment. Reassurance. “Most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, then you made us a perfect little baby.”

She’s looking up at him with loving, grateful eyes, landing a gentle peck to his upper lip and letting her head fall back onto the floor. This is what she needed right now from her husband and he was so good at providing.

“Breaks my heart when y’don’t think your a good mum or wife. ‘Cause you’re everythin’ I ever wanted. Why’d you think I write every song about you, lovie? S’cause you’re my soulmate.”

“H,” She whimpers, emotion thick in her throat as she meets his eyes, “I love you so much. You’re the best husband and dad ever.”

“Baby,” Harry murmurs into her cheek, picking up speed as she starts to clench around him in a warning of her oncoming orgasm. He slips his hand down to press a few light rubs to her clit before she’s arching her back and moaning with pleasure.

“You look s’good, coming ‘round my cock,” Harry tells her, helping her ride through it before hitching her hips up even further and thrusting harshly until his hips stutter and he’s coming as well.

“Harry,” Y/N sighs, her breathing coming back to normal as she roams a hand down his shoulders and back - scratching lightly.

“Hmm, dove? Y’want my cock again? Need a few,” He replies into her neck, ever the teenage boy.

She giggles, “No, we have to catch a flight at eight in the morning and it’s currently four-thirty.”

Harry grunts before pulling out and sitting up, “Y’better have packed my favorite pajama pants or I’m goin’ to be cross with you.”

Y/N now regrets the second round of fun as soon as their alarm goes off. Her body sore from the position he’d twisted her into against the shower wall after they packed the rest of Sasha necessities.

They were nearly at the airport with Sasha nodding back off in the carseat. She was excited to see her Nana and Aunt Gemma once again.

Their daughter was in the cutest, comfiest jumpsuit with comic hearts all over it *** and adorable little sock sneakers*** that slide right on and off her feet.

Harry had chucked on black sunglasses, a black jumper with green lettering, black joggers, and blue checkered van with white socks. He was attempting to fly under the radar as much as possible because he knew paparazzi just sit outside the entrances to spot celebrities. ***

It was annoying but he could deal with it when he was mobbed at the airport when he was by himself. But when it was with his wife and baby - he couldn’t stomach it. It’s part of the reason they fly private from a private port.

When they pull up to the curb, a staff member is waiting for them and helps Harry as well as the driver put his luggage on a cart to be brought to the awaiting jet.

Y/N unbuckles the baby who is awake now but bleary-eyed as she’s sitting on the curve of her mother’s hip.

And well - that’s when the madness begins. A pap spots them within seconds of exiting the car and is pulling up his camera for the first shots, the other photographers sitting around follow suit.

As soon as one of them screams, “Harry Styles - look this way!” The jam packed area looks towards them, seeming fans of his start murmuring before following behind the paparazzi pulling their phones out.

Y/N is used to the crowds by now - but just like Harry, not with Sasha around. They tried to avoid situations like this as much as possible. The lights and loud noises were scary to the little girl.

“Mummy,” Sasha whines, picking her head up from her mother’s shoulder to stare wide-eyed at the gathering in front of them.

Harry started to feel anxiety because this was becoming a massive crowd - scratch that, it wasn’t a crowd it was a fucking mob of people. They were all too close, blinding the family with their flashes despite security attempting to push them back.

Fans were shoving and thrusting their phones in Harry’s face, shoving random things for him to sign in front of him. Paparazzi were screaming questions and taking thousands of pictures in a minute’s time.

Harry grabs onto Y/N’s hand tightly, their diaper bag on Harry’s shoulder, and begins to attempt to guide them through the swarm. It was like trying to move through cement, the crowd not budging despite security’s screams.

Sasha is full blown crying at this point into her mother’s neck. Y/N’s hand cupping the back of her head to keep her head down and out of the photographs - holding her as tightly as possible.

Y/N can hear Harry began to curse - signaling that he’s becoming stressed out because he would usually never be rude to the public despite their actions. But he couldn’t give a fuck when it came to his family.

“Move out of the way.”

“D’you not see I have a fuckin’ baby?”

“Get those fuckin’ cameras out of their faces.”

“Back the fuck away from my wife and baby.”

Then Y/N is being shoved by a teenage girl who trips when she thrusts her arm towards Harry. She tumbles into Y/N with her full weight and Y/N’s loses her footing, falling forward - letting go of Harry’s hand.

When she falls, she manages to catch herself with the arm that’s not holding her daughter. But she feels pain in her knees and Sasha emits a sharp wail that alerts Y/N her daughter is hurt.

“Sash, fuck,” Y/N gasps, her motherly instincts automatically kicking in and she’s cradling her daughter as tightly to her chest as she can, shielding her from the swarm who had quieted only a bit.

It must take Harry a second to realize that something had happened, he turns around - eyes frantic as he absolutely roars, “Back the fuck up! I’ll fuckin’ break each and everyone of your cameras! Fucking leeches.”

With that, he’s helping to pull you up and grasping at the two, “Are you okay? Wha’s hurt?”

Y/N just shakes her head, having a panic attack as she shuffles the crying baby into his arms. “Please, just...Sasha. I think she hurt her arm when I fell.”

“Daddy, ouch,” Sasha shrieks loudly into his sweatshirt as he hikes her up onto his chest, her little legs wrapped around his midsection.

“Ssh, y’okay,” Harry tries to reassure her, matching his wife’s panic.

The crowd seems to give way now, the parents rushing their daughter into the airport.

Employees guide them to the medical office on-site where it’s now silent and calm but the family feels anything but.

Sasha’s sobs have turned into moans and whimpers at this point - but come back with a vengeance when Harry has to set her on the exam table and wrestle her out of her clothes until she’s just sat in her diaper.

The nurse was so amazing and kind. She checked Sasha thoroughly for any signs of trauma or broken bones but luckily, it was just a nasty scrape on her forearm that was hurting her. It wasn’t anything serious.

The parents had such concern for their daughter that Y/N didn’t even realize she had bled through her white joggers at the knees ***. The nurse frowns, “Honey, you’re still bleeding.”

“I’m fine,” She insisted even though her knees were aching.

“I’d like to examine your legs, dear,” The nurse tells her sternly, signaling that Harry can dress Sasha again.

He’s digging into the diaper bag for a spare out that they were always ready with. She was calming even more when Harry dressed her in a comfy pink set of clothes with little deer on them. ***

“Love, please let her,” Harry asks softly, pulling Sasha back onto his chest. Her thumb tucked into her mouth and her father hands her a plushie that Y/N had shoved in the bag last minute.

Y/N obliges with the pressure, wiggling the loose fabric down her legs until she’s just in her underwear and shirt - sits up on the table with her knees off to the side for her to examine.

Harry grimaces when he sees the multiple cuts and scrapes tainting her skin. A few slow trickles of blood still oozing from the gashes. The skin is already slowly covering purple and blue with bruises.

The nurse cleans her up, Y/N wincing when the alcohol brushes the cuts but Sasha is smiling again like nothing ever happened and cooing at her mum. It makes them both feel a lot better.

When they’re finally on the private jet, up high into the clouds away from the crowds and paparazzi - it feels like relief. ***

They had tucked their daughter onto the couch with her favorite fuzzy blanket and she’s asleep nearly as soon as her head hits the pillow.

They trail back into the other part of the cabin so that they don’t disturb her, cuddling up on the couch together.

“M’so sorry, I’m such a bad fa-”

Y/N cuts him off before he begins, “If I’m not allowed to be a bad mum - you’re not allowed to be a bad father. It wasn’t y’fault that happened - it’s those careless, crazed people who have nothing better to do.”

Y/N was always the voice of reason in Harry’s head when he started to spiral.

Spiral because his fame was so overwhelming and got his family into difficult situations sometimes. She brought him back to reality.

“Hey, we’re both okay. Just a few scrapes. It was just a lesson, Harry. We just need to be safer and plan better, alright?” Y/N assures him softly, kissing under his chin before resting back - ready to sleep.

“Y’the best. Best mum, best wife,” Harry tells her, encompassing her in his loving hold.

let me know your thoughts bub

come talk to me <3

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unabashednightmarepizza · 2 years

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i have an angsty encanto request.

soo, bruno has a wife, reader. he loved her a lot, a whole lot. she was precious to him. but, shortly after bruno’s disappearance; she passed away due to an unknown disease. after bruno came back, he asked where his wife was, and all the madrigals didn’t know, all except two: pepa and julieta. his own siblings. and they didn’t know how to tell bruno about his wife’s death.

A/N: Yep, my bubs also are an angst lover 😔 My heart couldn't take this one, MY MAN SUFFERED ENOUGH!! So the reader won't die but things aren't gonna be easy at all!

《 Giving My Heart and Soul... For They Belong To You》

ೃ⁀➷ Bruno Madrigal x Wife!Reader

ೃ⁀➷Word Count: 2.7K

ೃ⁀➷ Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

ೃ⁀➷ Taglist: @unwanted-dying-soul @tigreost @shuru @dai-tsukki-desu @agreatcheesecakestudentstuff @itsmesmileyface @lolalee24 @camerondiaz48104 @sunnth @gwynethx

There were so very little things that Bruno loved. Considering the whole town hated his guts, he didn't have many who loved him and felt grateful for him. His early teenage hood was the worst, by far. He was still trying to get a hold of his powers while trying to stay safe from the outraged town people.

It was one of those days that he met you.

~~~~~~~~

It was one of these days, where Bruno just wanted to disappear forever. The town wasn't helping, his mamá didn't help and his sisters can't always be there. He just had to man up at one point but...

Today was definetly not one of those days...

Everyone just wanted to have a vision and when that vision turned out bad, they just harassed him. It was all too much and he wanted to get away...

But the man before him didn't have a thought like that.

"I want you to have another vision. That can't be right..!"

Bruno shook his head and fidgeted nervously, saying that what he saw was the truth and no matter how many times he would see it, the outcome would be the same. Upon hearing this, the man fumed and grabbed his collar.

"I didn't ask what you think, I told you to HAVE a vision! Do it now or else..."

"Or else what, señor González? Would you beat an innocent teen and risk people coming at you?"

Bruno looked behind the man to see a young teen like himself cross her arms in front of her while tapping her feet angrily on the ground. The man dropped him and took a few steps to you menacingly but you didn't move an inch.

"Look, señorita (Y/L/N)... You shouldn't get yourself included into everything you see. A lady shouldn't be so... un-lady like, after all."

"Un-ladylike is my ass! Bullying someone is manly but defending someone is being un-lady like? How about you use your brain to understand that he only SHOWS what's in your future and that he has NO saying in it? Like go and change your damn future yourself instead of harassing him!"

Bruno, the man and everyone else just widened their eyes while looking at you whereas you didn't give a thought about them and went to Bruno. Seeing your figure coming closer to him while having a soft smile and your skirt twirling because of the breeze made him blush and try to hide behind his poncho.

When you stood in front of him and extended a hand out, he looked at you curiously meanwhile you were trying to get a headband out to tie around his head.

"Hola, Bruno! My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I believe we should run because he's about to chase us! Come on!"

And even though he couldn't understand the feeling deep inside his stomach, he went along with you...

Giving his heart out to the woman shining brightly ahead of him unconsciously...

"So... You see the future? Does doing it give you any pain? Like headaches?"

"No, not really. Except... when the person gets angry and becomes a bit... violent..."

You hummed questioningly while looking down at him from the branch you were sitting, busy with fixing his poncho. You didn't see, but Bruno was having a hard time to not to look up at you and daydream about the possible future you two may get.

He definetly didn't want to tell you what he exactly saw...

The triplets...

The wedding...

The... night...

He slapped his face harshly and looked at the mountains before him with a determined look which made you look at him worriedly.

"Bruno! Are you okay? That was harsh... Did I say something bad?"

He shook his head while helping you get down. You smiled gratefuly and threw your hair back to look at him. Showing the now-fixed poncho to him, you fixed how it was on his much smaller form and patted his head.

"You look so cute and handsome like this, mi amigo! The woman who gets to marry you will be... lucky."

Bruno furrowed his brows at your answer and couldn't help the rapid beating of his heart. Maybe that was his chance? Maybe he could try his chance to see if you felt... the same just like him?

"Why do you think so? I mean I'm not that appealing to the eye and strong like many men in town..."

You frowned when he, yet again, put himself down even though you told him not to. The frown and fidgeting of his has always been cute to you. He was the sweetest soul you've ever seen, even though he didn't like to be energetic and run around, he made an exception just for you so that he could spend more time with you.

And he was a great actor too. Whenever you'd feel bad he would just grab his "new friends" and show his newest telenovela, making you fall down laughing and him look at you with such a soft look that your cheeks would be painted in pinks.

He would always be there to learn new things from you, cloud gazing, trying to stuff as much food as you two can to see who was gonna be babysitting one of the kids in town...

You were in love with him, you couldn't deny the fluttering of your heart whenever you'd be around him or how happy you'd be to see the cute teen under the tree you two would always sit or how you wished to be... his other half for the rest of your lives, more than anything.

But... you didn't know if he felt the same. If he wished to be with you, to have and raise your kids together or get married at all. For all you know, he just needed someone to be there for him and maybe... you were just this.

Someone to be there for him, not as a significant other but... just a friend.

Before you could dwell in your thoughts more, a pair of shaking hands took your hands into yours and when you lifted your eyes to look at the man in front of you, you couldn't help but widen your eyes at seeing the teary yet hopeful look in his eyes.

"Is that... Is that really what you see when you... look at me? Do you really love me?"

And that was when you realised that you've been talking out loud and not with your inner voice. You immediately felt your whole face heat up and your hands get clammy even more than before, considering the man you were crushing on heard your confession which you planned to never reveal.

"¡B-Bruno, mi amigo! That wasn't what I-I meant, I-I'm sorry if I-"

"Mi corazón... Please, be honest with me. If that's true then I can no longer pretend like I-I didn't fall in love with you. Or like I never daydream about us together, or the happy tears I shed when I saw the vision of our wedding and children-"

"WE WILL HAVE CHILDREN?!"

Your knees almost buckled as soon as you heard the word "children" and held onto his shoulders for some reassurance. When you turned your gaze to his green eyes that was shining brightly, even though you didn't have a power like him, you saw the future in his eyes. The possible happy future made you cry and nod your head softly, whispering your confession slowly.

" I've always been in love with you, Bruno... I fell in love with your heart and soul, your kindness and everything else... I love you more than anything in my life and... If you accept me, I'd want nothing more than to be your girlfriend!

Your confession ended up with a crying Bruno who was wiping at his tears hurriedly and hugging you thightly to himself.

"I'm glad... I'm so glad! I-I love you too, mi amor!"

At the heartfelt confession of you two, you couldn't help but hug the shorter male tighter to yourself while thinking of the same thing.

"I'm giving my heart and soul, for they belong to you..."

............

"Did any of you see my wife? Is she safe? How about the kids?"

The man who just reunited with his family asked them shyly about his wife, not being aware of Pepa's sudden sadness. It was normal though. After Bruno leaving the family, you had become the only thing that kept her and Julietta together but even you had a breaking point. You would always go to his tower, even though it had many many steps and though you knew that he cut the strings of the bridge, you would sit there and cry for him, the other part of your soul to come back.

It wasn't easy though. Having three teenagers and a little baby without the care and support of your beloved, you faced the most difficult time of your life. Everyone pitird you, gave you fake smiles but every single one of them disgusted you. Your love had ran away because of them, and their cruel comments. He ran away because his mother couldn't see the effort he did.

And he took your heart with himself.

After Mirabel's gift ceremony, even though you knew the girl needed you since she was attached to you, you couldn't bare to be with the same people who had a finger on your husband's leave even though Alma begged you to not to leave Casita while the house was moving its windows sadly at you, trying to entertain your children for the last time.

You didn't care about her pleadings anyway, opting to leave the house with your children to not let them go in the same path as their father. You were their mother after all, and you'd be damned if you let anything happen to your jewels.

Pepa and Julietta looked at each other with sadness and moved closer to him, taking his hands between theirs which made Bruno look at them curiously.

"What's going on, Pepa, Julietta? Why do you look like you're about to cry? ARE MY CHILDREN OKAY? IS SHE OKAY?"

"Bruno, she... she left the house after you left and... we hadn't hear anything from her ever since..."

"We couldn't find them anywhere, as if... as if... as if she... died..."

And just like that, the man who had suffered so much collapsed to the ground with a denying shaking of his head.

"That's not possible... I didn't even apologize! I didn't even give them the love they deserve! Please, please tell me it's a joke!"

He wailed and hugged his sister who was also crying for her friend, for the woman she had lost over a silly argument and broke her heart.

"MIRABEL!!! DOLORES!!! IS EVERYONE OKAY?"

Bruno turned to look at the young woman who was running up the hill to their house which surprised everyone and they turned their heads to look at Mirabel and Dolores who hid behind each other at the looks.

As soon as the woman reached to two girls, she slapped the back of their heads harshly while scolding them but Bruno didn't even care about it. She was wearing all green, had curly hair like him and had the irises he fell in love with.

It wasn't hard to understand who she was.

" Carina..? Is that you, my precious girl?"

Upon hearing her name leave the mouth of the man so softly, she turned to look at him and widened her eyes at the sight before her, not being able to hold her tears.

"Papá? Is that... Is that really... you? Are you back?"

Bruno didn't wait for a second and ran to her, hugging her with all his might even though she was taller than him. After her shock settled down, she hugged him as thightly as possible while sniffling.

"They said you and others died or something and I-I-I couldn't he-help but be..."

" I know father, I know... But we just didn't want to see the people who were... responsible for your leave... And mom was having it the hardest so Elazar put a force field to prevent anyone from seeing her..."

"Please, please bring me to them Carina... I know I wasn't the best dad as I promised every single one of you to be but please let me fix everything. I know I can't give you your childhoods back but..."

She didn't let him finish and smiled softly at him, the same smile as her mothers and took his hand to lead him down the path.

"You don't have to worry, dad... None of us blames you for anything. Not me, Elazar, Helio or Elisa..."

She told him everthing that happened after they left. How you had a broken heart syndrome and almost died, how she had to take care of everyone since she was the eldest, how she taught Elisa the things she knew and how she always drew of you even though she didn't know him much.

And Bruno felt even more guilty since he put all the pressure on his eldest daughter unknowingly, making her crumble under them. He couldn't see his youngest take her first steps nor hear her first words and promised himself to fix what was almost broken, even though it'd take years.

When they neared the house and saw the state it was in, Bruno got worried and looked around to see if everyone is alright.

"Hermana, who is this... Papá ?"

When the half cocky- half curious man saw who was beside her sister which made him take a second look and realize who he really was. Even though he was kinda happy to see the man that was their father, he couldn't shake the images of you, his dear mother's, face off of his mind. Even though Carina was the one who took every weight off of their shoulders, he could still remember how hard it was for you to raise 4 kids all alone.

He scowled and turned his back to them to loft the fallen piecez of rocks etc.

"So he came back? Welcome then but, I have work to do..."

"Hijo, please..."

"Please you, dad! Look, I'm happy that you're back but I can't just forget about all the hardships we had to face all alone... I can't forget how hard it was for mom!"

He panted after his outburst and they three of them looked at each other. Right then and there, Bruno realized that things were much complicated than he thought they were.

"Elazar, I know that you may never forgive me and I can see why. You're no longer a baby but a full adult who can make his own decisions. My biggest regret was that I couldn't be the father I wanted to be but when I heard from others that they hadn't seen any of you for 10 years, I felt like dying... What was the point if my wife and children weren't in it?"

"But please... Please let me fix everything... You can stay here or come back to Casita and I'll do-"

"Mi corazón...? Bruno? Did I start to see things now? I thought Elisa was the one seeing them..."

And the searing pain Bruno felt could never compare to anything after hearing the broken and sad tone you had while lifting furnitures and calming down your youngest kid. She was shaking in fear since the eartquake was quite harsh and she just lost her gift and you were rubbing her little back softly whilst she was looking at you with big, tearful eyes.

Bruno ran to you immediately and hugged your back to himself while wailing iut like his little girl. Upon smelling the usual salt and wood from him, you smiled gratefuly and hugged his arms closer to yourself.

Maybe, healing wasn't an easy task to achieve but with time and help, there was nothing you two couldn't fix.

Wity your children's lingering gazes on to your forms, you promised yourself that you'd give him the chance he deserves...

For your heart belonged to him and his to yours...

#encanto #encanto x reader #encanto imagine #encanto fluff #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #bruno imagine #bruno madrigal imagine #bruno x yn #bruno madrigal x y/n #bruno madrigal x female reader

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cosmic-waves7 · 3 years

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hello! idk if this is the correct way of requesting (and if it is not PLZ DELETE bcs i'm embarrassed) but if it is then can i request isogai from assclass with a rlly rich s/o? and they always buy him food/clothes and stuff THX

Note: nope, you requested the right way you're just fine, here you go bub (~￣³￣)~

Omg, spoil this baby so much pls. (｡・//ε//・｡)

He deserves the world.

I will fight anyone who thinks otherwise.

ᕦ(ಠ_ಠ)ᕤ

Yuuma isn't very well off (not saying that if you're rich you don't work hard) so he works extra hard and does his best whenever he can.

This means he tires out a lot and refuses to ask for help.

ಥ‿ಥ

He has a good trait of independency as well as politeness and kindness though that attribute lands him in a lot of sticky situations where he refuses any aid.

But you balance him out pretty well and make sure he doesn't exhaust himself to oblivion. (・∀・)

Having you spoil him really gets him blushing quick.

To be honest he gets a embarrassed and a bit ashamed at the start of the relationship because he may feel a little out of your league.

In his head you're too good for him and he can't believe he landed someone like you.

He is a hopeless simp, this boy is whipped. 🤠✋

Once he has his own person to cherish he makes sure he is everything they want.

Doesn't change who he is of course, always stays true to himself and his values but he tends to lean in to what you say, you're very precious to him.

(｡・//ε//・｡)

Lucky you.

He's always been taught to care for others, especially his partner.

Of course money shouldn't and couldn't ever amount to your love but he wants to be able to securely provide for you now and later in the future.

If you know what I mean by future.

(◠‿・)—☆

Wants you to see him as someone capable really.

He never feels envious of your wealth and would never make you feel bad about who you are or your status in his life, he only feels as if he should better himself.

In his eyes you could do no wrong, he just has to work even harder.

Precious overworked bb.

This may lead to some light arguing between you both about how much he exerts himself in school and the café (that only you knew about up until the rest of the class visited it.)

Just reassure him that you always feel safe with him no matter who he is or how much money he has to his name and pull him out of work.

I'm sure his manager will let him off the hook, after all he's never said no to a task and has always stayed in everyone's good graces.

Spoil him all you like, make him feel special and wanted as well if course but you can see he deserves a break from it all.

Love him with all of your heart, your hidden in the deepest parts of his.

( ꈍᴗꈍ)

It'll take time but eventually he'll let go of the deep ingrained self-sacrificing instinct he has and will find an equilibrium of understanding that he doesn't have to tear himself apart to be who you need.

He'll slowly let you spoil him more, not in an over the top way.

He never properly gets used to your spending.

To him, it's a little obscene.

You love flustering him by paying off any dinners you two share or always surprising him with gifts that turn out to be things he'd briefly flicked his eyes towards with want.

That video game he spotted with you in the mall.

A cool watch he saw.

A series he would've liked to complete.

Those things may pop up at his door or you straight up giving those things to him.

Any desire he might attain, you never fail to fulfill.

You'll spoil him rotten if he doesn't stop you.

As you should (⌐■-■)

It never fails to flush him bright crimson and he always shows gratitude for everything you give.

There will be times where he'll try to refuse the gift with politeness, seeing it as you're giving him too much so you'll have to force him to accept a gift occasionally.

Once you briefly joked that he's your sugar baby, you've never seen him stutter and go so red. ⟵(๑¯◡¯๑)

Petition to endlessly spoil yuuma isogai and have him as a sugar baby pls.

He still prefers to pay you back indirectly his own way to show his appreciation for you.

Might be a drink or treat on the house that you never asked for at the café.

Might be an outing to quiet nooks of the city where it's just the two of you.

It'll always involve little acts of service or more physical touch to convey the way he feels, he'll always make it meaningful for the both of you.

(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

Isogai simply adores you, wealthy or not.

He never fails to make your heart flutter and you never fail to spend a little extra love on him.

It's an adorable match that the girls of the class swoon and the boys tease Yumma about.

#headcannons #anime #fiction #assclass #assclass x reader #assassination classroom x reader #assassination classroom #yumma isogai #yumma isogai x reader #isogai #isogai x reader

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tnyforest · 2 years

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| scary monsters |

spn themed concept

there were candles lit and the lights were dimmed, another old and creaky motel stay for you and your carer. another case, different day. it’s been like this for a while now, hunting different creatures while you did your best to stay out of regression, you loved your regression but you also liked keeping people safe. once in a while, you had the chance to chill out for a bit and sit and play while your carer chose to do the research themselves.

sitting on the floor - where your carer put a blanket down so you weren’t on the gross motel carpet - you colored in an old notebook with some crayons you politely asked for at the small diner you both ate at this morning. some random shapes and little trees were your favorite, anything that wasn’t gory monsters to calm your teeny mind. you and your carer had met up with some other hunters a few days ago - their names were sam and dean. they were very sweet, even when stabbing angels in the heart with a blade. your carer must’ve asked them to be careful around you cause they made sure no evil angels or demons even got close -

you didn’t finish your thoughts after you heard a tired sigh and the sound of the laptop closing. you look up to see your carer stretching big, “ big stretch.” you whisper before you could stop yourself, giggling quietly when your carer smiled as well. “ hm, what have you been drawing, bub?” they ask, walking over and dropping down on the blanket beside you. your cheeks grow warm as you show them your little trees and shapes. they smile and wrap an arm around you, “ ahh, my little artist. i think we could sell these.” they tease, you roll your precious eyes.

“ what? i do, i think everyone would be begging to get their hands on my baby’s art.” they say, pinching your rosy cheek. you stay silent, laying your head on their shoulder as they lay their head on top of yours. you two just sit in silence, breathing at bay and coziness in the room - you yawn. “ hm, tired?” - you nod and close your eyes, “ we should head to sleep, we have to head back out tomorrow.” they say and stand up, pulling you up with them gently.

you stand lazily and look them in the eyes, they smile bright. they run their thumb underneath the bags under your eyes gently, “ my baby.” they whisper.

you smile and sigh.

#age regression #age regressor #agere blog #agere coping #agere post #agere textpost #agere tips #noncom agere #supernatural #sfw agere #sfw little blog #agere cg #sfw regression #agere little #agere caregiver

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itsdanii · 3 years

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hello! can i request "i''m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention" + "i'm tired. just cuddle me." for timeskip osamu? my pronouns are she/her and i prefer being called baby. (˘͈ᵕ˘͈)

Hey, bub. Thank you so much for requesting! Sorry for the wait, I've been busy lately. Here's your request ♥️ I hope you like it! Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated!

Kitchen goes boom

genre: fluff

warning/s: slight cursing, do message me if i missed any

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason.

prompt/s: "im not going to stop poking you until you give me attention.", "im tired, just cuddle me."

ft. timeskip!osamu miya, f!reader

being spoiled too much by your fiance has its consequences. for example - blowing up his newly bought oven because you didn't know how to cook

"Y/n, stop," your fiance grunted for the nth time.

You've been doing nothing but poking his cheek for almost half an hour now and despite the amount of times Osamu told you to stop, you never did.

You scooted yourself closer to him before poking his nose, a small giggle emitting from you as Osamu groaned once again. "I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me attention. Just wake up, 'Samu. I'm hungry, and unless you want me to burn our house down, cook me something please."

Osamu peeked one of his eyes open, one hand draping over your waist to keep you close to him as he let out an exhausted sigh. "Baby, I'm tired, just cuddle me and sleep. I'll cook ya somethin' tomorrow, okay? Plus, we just had dinner awhile ago, aren't ya full?"

You stared at him without saying anything, contemplating wether or not you're going to keep bothering his sleep. It was obvious in his face that he had a rough day at work and to be honest, it made you feel guilty that you're ruining the only relax time he has.

Though what can you do? You weren't used to moving around the kitchen. Sure, you knew how to cook, but it didn't mean that the food you're going to cook would taste good. After all, it had always been Osamu who did the cooking for the both of you. At this point, you might just end up exploding your whole house.

But it was the way Osamu's eyelids were slowly fluttering close that made the decision for you.

Deciding to suck it up and hope that everything will turn out fine, you gave Osamu a small kiss on the lips before carefully sliding your way out of his arms and off the bed.

Once you reached the kitchen, you stared at the equipment that seemed to be intimidating you. You didn't know where to start nor what to do.

Letting out a deep breath, you gave yourself a reassuring nod before starting to work. "You can do this. Just do it like Samu usually does," you whispered to yourself as you pressed random buttons on the oven in front of you.

Osamu was woken up by the sound of something exploding, someone coughing, and the smell of smoke.

"Y/n? Baby?" he whispered as he saw the empty spot beside him. Suddenly remembering the conversation you had awhile ago, Osamu's eyes widened in realization before standing up abruptly, a low curse falling from his lip as he rushed his way to the kitchen.

He was greeted by the sight of smoke and you sitting on the floor while fanning yourself. Immediately, he ran over to your direction and picked you up in his arms, one hand rubbing your back to calm you down as you continued on coughing.

"It's okay, baby. I'm here," he whispered comfortingly as he sat the two of you down on the couch. He then started to do some checking on you, eyeing every possible spaces for a bruise. "Yer safe, that's all that matters."

Luckily, there were no fire left since you managed to reach for the fire extinguisher just in time.

"Ya okay now, baby?" Osamu asked as he cupped your cheeks, worry filling his heart as he saw how your eyes were starting to water. "Hey, don't cry. It's okay. We can replace the oven anytime. All that matters is that nothin' happened to ya."

"...'m sorry, 'Samu," you muttered before hiding your face to the side of his neck, embarrassed at the fact that you didn't only disturb his sleep but also ruined his precious kitchen. "I was just trying to make some food but... it just exploded."

As you tried to explain in between sniffles, Osamu listened attentively. He didn't say anything but instead, gave the top of your head a kiss as if nothing just happened. "How 'bout we order a takeout for now and then tomorrow we'll fix the mess?"

"No," you answered with a shake of your head. "I'm not hungry anymore. I lost my appetite. Just wanna cuddle and sleep in your arms now."

Osamu simply nodded without any hesitations. Carefully, he carried you in his arms and made his way to your bedroom. He made sure to tuck you in before sliding his way in and wrapping you in his embrace.

And as he watched you slowly falling asleep in his arms, Osamu could only murmur one thing, "Fuckin' finally."

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #hq fluff #hq imagines #haikyu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #osamu fluff #osamu x reader #osamu drabble #osamu scenarios #osamu imagine

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generallybarzy · 3 years

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too pretty for this.

anon requested: based off the photos of barzy at training camp: taking care of him after he gets hurt on the ice at training camp

an: yes!! here’s a lil request for an anon about our precious boy barzy and how beat up he’s been getting, bless that pretty boy. I’m also working on Hey There Stranger, so that’ll be out soon! I'm so proud of myself, even though it's short this is the quickest I've gotten something requested, written, and posted at once in a long time!!! Hopefully I'll get back in the swing of things soon!!!

tags: @selenophileangel @deleausvp @dunnwithlyfe @smit41 @softboybarzal @fallinallincurls @matbaerzal @brokeninsidebutnobodyknows @hockeyhughes11 @folkloreflyers @nazdaddy @shawnsreputation @comphybiscuit @aboveaveragehockeyboys @canadianheaters @ifiwasshawnmendesidslapmyself @baby-cat-nol-pat

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“Oh, baby…”

“I know, I know.”

Mat smiled sheepishly and held up his hands in surrender as he stepped in the door. He always loved how you were the first thing he saw after getting home from practice, but he knew today that as soon as he was within view of you, you were going to baby him. You pulled him into your arms in the apartment and he pushed the door closed behind him and dropped his stuff down before wrapping his long arms around you. He squeezed you tight and, just when you were about to pull back to get a good look at his face, he scurried off to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

“Hey, get back here, mister. Don’t think you can just walk off.” He let out a laugh at the soft tone of your voice with the stern sounding words. Before being with you, he would’ve cringed at seeing couples sweet talk each other, he would’ve found it nauseating to hear their baby talk, but now he recognized just how amazing it felt to have someone to dote on you- and to dote back on them on other days. He wouldn’t trade it for the world, the beautiful exchange of love in this relationship, the pure, earnest loving and adoration that was shared. He never thought he would find a love like this. “Maty, I gotta check up on you!”

“I promise I’m okay.” But still, he came to sit next to you on the couch, where you were already reaching for him, eyes wide and searching his face for any more injuries. “It’s seriously nothing.”

“Beau sent me pictures of you when you were bleeding.”

“It looked worse than it is. It’s just a little cut.”

Still, you reached up to cup his face between your palms, tenderly, and turned his head this way and that, examining his pretty features and the ugly, bandaged cut above the corner of his lip. His lips turned up at the corners, allowing you to play doctor and make sure he was still up and running like the Mat you loved so much. You tilted his head side to side before grazing a thumb across the bandage delicately. “You gotta be careful out there. You’re too cute to keep getting beat up, bubs.” He smiled, cheeks lighting up in a grin, always loving when you held his face. He leaned in to your touch, practically snuggling into your palm.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m cute, eh?”

“Adorable.” You leaned in and pressed your lips to the tip of his nose, his face scrunched up in an uncontrollable grin in the beautiful way he always did, the smiles where he could barely contain his happiness and let it swallow up his entire being. He was happy. He was always happy with you. And just knowing that you were the one causing these full-body smiles made your heart swell with pride. He chose you. “You’re just so cute, my beautiful, talented, pretty boy, you know that?” Mat’s cheeks went pink at the name, sticking his tongue out to wet his lips.

“Hmm. Call me that again?”

“What, pretty boy? You like that nickname?”

“I do.”

“Well,” You leaned back against the couch and pulled him down with you, slowly, letting him rest his head against your chest as you pressed your lips against the top of his head, breathing in the shampoo he’d used after his shower and playing with the dark locks. “It’s true. You’re my pretty boy.”

“Only yours.”

He sighed against your chest and let his eyes slip shut. He was content.

“And my pretty boy keeps getting hurt. What are we gonna do about that?”

Mat couldn’t form an answer, too busy focusing on the way your soft fingers felt on his skin, the way they traveled up and down the back of his neck, the way they immediately found his cheek when he turned his head to the side, and the way they danced their way delicately across the bandaid with so, so much carefulness. The way your other hand slid up his body and under his hoodie, across the warm, tight muscles on his back and over the developing bruises from practice, ever so gentle wherever you touched him. He loved that about you, the way that no matter how obvious it was that he was so much bigger and sturdier than you and could handle a rougher touch, your hands always lay on him as softly as possible. The act always knocked the breath out of him, seeing how gently you touched him and how much you cared, and it almost felt more intense than if you would’ve been rough. It felt more intimate. More special. Mat’s job consisted of him getting beat up and slammed against boards, and you always gave him the gentle side of life. He would get home from games or practices, black and blue, bruised and beaten and bloodied, and you would be there to hold him, run your fingers through his locks, and adore him like he deserved.

“Bubs?”

“Huh?”

“You falling asleep on me?”

“Sorry. Just feels so nice.”

“Good.” Your fingers tugged at a knot in his hair and your hand rubbed along his shoulders. “I’m serious about you having to be more careful, okay? You’re too pretty, baby. That pretty boy face of yours is gonna be all banged up by the end of the season.”

“Babe, I’m a hockey player. I’ve been through worse than a cut on my face.”

“I know, but it doesn’t make it any easier to see you get hurt. I worry.” He looked up at those words, hearing the pout in your voice before he even saw the way your bottom lip jutted out so cutely at him. He pouted right back at you for a moment, stretching up to press a playful kiss against you before settling back where he belonged.

“I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“S’okay. As long as you come home in one piece.”

“Always.”

He lifted himself onto his knees and crawled further up your body so that he could press a kiss directly onto your mouth, his big hand cradling your cheek in his palm, before resting the entirety of his weight against you. Your favorite weighted blanket.

“Ya know,” You started, your hands curling through his locks once again as he closed his eyes to get some rest. “The more beat up you get during practice, the more I wanna just lock you up here and not let you leave this couch. Keep you all safe with me so you can’t get hurt anymore. That’s what I wanna do. We can stay like this forever.”

He laughed against your chest, the feeling resonating through your body and sending vibrations of love and devotion deep through your soul, and looked up at you under heavy lashes one final time before settling back to sleep:

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

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Could we please get some relationship headcanons for Ann, Makoto, Futaba and Haru?

i kinda went overboard and wrote more than I expected... but i am a sap for relationship hcs!! also saw that 4/23 is makoto’s bday, which is very cool and convenient for me hehe ,, hope you like this <33

word count: 1.549 warnings: SLIGHT STORY SPOILER IN HARU'S PART tags/genre: fluff, just all of it

requests are open!

Takamaki Ann

She loves to pamper you. Be it buying you stuff, treating you her favorite desserts, or staying over at your place and dressing you up with cute outfits. You try to do the same for her and she enjoys it as well.

A LOT of PDA, though it’s not over the top. She’d pepper kisses all over your face whenever she’s excited. Or always bury her face in your neck whenever she needs to be closer to you.

Even though Ann hasn’t dated anyone before you, she definitely learned and read up on how to be the best girlfriend. Probably read those relationships magazines (she denies it though)

Ann prefers simpler dates at the park or karaoke, but she wouldn’t mind making reservations for fancier restaurants if there’s an occasion. Would definitely choose buffets over the 5-star restaurant though.

Speaking of occasions, she’s the type to have celebrations for every little thing you guys do together as a couple. It can range from monthsaries, your first beach date, or your first night together. Ann keeps trinkets with her from every date you two go on.

Ann always has you on her mind. If she sees a new cheesecake shop, she buys it thinking that you would enjoy sharing it with her. When she saw cute phone charms, she bought a pair so you and her would have a “couple-y” item.

Would be into double dates, she doesn’t say it, but it definitely comes from her competitive side of showing off. Ann wants everyone to know she’s dating the best person ever. 💕

Introduces you to her parents through Skype. Ann says she couldn’t wait till her parents come back from their trips, so you could properly meet them. She quells your nervousness by saying that they already approved of you.

Petnames are minimal, but it’s very sweet when she does use them with you. You think it’s because she enjoys the flustered expression on your face when she calls you “baby” or “sweetie”.

Ann’s just a proud girlfriend! Be ready to be treated like the royalty you are, as you made her feel her worth once more.

Niijima Makoto

Similar to Ann, she values your relationship and you greatly. Makoto would be careful as possible around you. Always tending to your needs, mindful of what she says and does around you. There’s constant communication between you and her.

Probably would overheat out of embarrassment if she tries to cling onto you when in public, so hand-holding and touching knees while sitting together is enough for her.

Makoto DEFINITELY researched every possible tip and ‘guide’ on how to be the perfect girlfriend. You insist that she doesn’t need to incorporate all those into your relationship, saying that she’s perfect as the way she is.

With all that studying though, she actually sets up the best dates for you two. She always invites you to a newly-opened restaurant or gets the best seats whenever there’s a film showing nearby.

That said, she still prefers dates in secluded areas, places similar to Leblanc. She has this favorite nature trail that she found out about in dating forums and would take you there on nightly walks, talking about everything and nothing.

Makoto doesn’t announce your relationship to others, thinking that it’s better if people found out naturally. She likes the look on people’s faces when she admits to having a significant other while she acts all innocent and pure about it.

Her sister would openly confront her about your relationship, but Sae is lowkey super supportive of you and her. She says it’s good that someone is at Makoto’s side when she isn’t there.

She acts composed around others, but you’re the only one she lets see her vulnerable side. You tell her it’s adorable that you can easily tease her. (please don’t tease her too much or she’ll implode from being too flustered)

Makoto would think she’s too mature for petnames, but you don’t hold it against her, especially when she says your name with so much love in her voice every time.

Makoto is an observant girlfriend! She says it’s because she wants you to know that she genuinely cares and that she’s grateful to be yours.

Sakura Futaba

Futaba’s relationship with you feels natural from the start, despite her insistence that she would suck being a girlfriend. You reassure her at the start that she would do great with little to no effort, and she does :)

Wouldn’t even think twice about PDA, She feels safe and secure when she’s closer to you, so the more contact, the better. If she could, Futaba would shamelessly cling onto your back like a koala. (and you’d let her)

She says that experience is the best teacher, so she went into your relationship completely blind. The whole thing had its setbacks; she tried to kiss you out of nowhere one time, since “that’s what couples do, right?” You told her that there was no rush, and she was grateful for that.

She’s a fast learner though, and it manifests in her innocent but sincere gestures. When she thinks that you’re sad, she tells you jokes or shows you a meme she liked on her phone. Futaba thinks that whatever makes her happy, might cheer you up too.

Absolutely loves talking about her interests to you, because she knows that you would never judge her or question what she likes. You enjoy being on the listening side, since the way Futaba lights up is enough for you.

Alternatively, she’s a very active listener whenever you would talk about your day or share something about your interests. Futaba encourages you to tell her more about it, and on her own time, she learns about your said interests so she can participate in the conversations better.

In terms of interests, she convinced you to play video games with her (if you don’t already play) and it’s already a date for the two of you. Dates always involve either trips to Akihabara, arcade hopping, or the park when she wants quiet times with you.

Sojiro enjoys seeing you two interact whenever you guys stop by at Leblanc. When Futaba was in the restroom, he whispered to you saying that he hasn’t seen Futaba this energetic ever since she was a kid. That meant a lot to you.

She started calling you exaggerated names like “my lovely sweetheart babycakes” or “little fluffball whiskers”. Other than that, her favorite petname for you was “bub”, since she said the funny word fit you well. You love hearing it from her too.

Futaba is a heartfelt girlfriend! Your bond with each other has always been close, and now you get the chance to be closer.

Okumura Haru

Haru would be reserved from openly showing affection at the start, but you give her all the time and space she needs. She appreciates it greatly and reciprocates the effort in kind.

PDA is a no-no, although she does unknowingly flirt with you in the sweetest way. She has a way with words that makes the simplest compliment seem like the highest praise, and it’s enough to make you feel loved.

With her training for marriage, she obviously knows the basic aspects of a relationship. Taking care of you comes naturally to her, yet you were there to show her that she can receive the same amount of love that she readily gives to you.

You teased her about how she acts more like a mother to you, and she misunderstood and profusely apologized (poor sweetheart). Haru explains that she loves seeing you thrive and be happy, which in turn makes her happy.

It started as an innocent suggestion, but Haru wanted to write love letters to you from time to time. In most instances she would pass it onto you after a date, saying that you should read it when you get home. Other times she would quietly slip it in your bag as a surprise for you to find.

You’ve come to appreciate the craft that Haru puts into the letters. She always chooses the delicate papers, sometimes scented. And other letters had pressed flowers in the envelope. The most precious thing in the letter though was her confessions and affirmations.

Haru lets you choose your date locations since she wants to be more accustomed to city life. You once brought her to a conveyor belt sushi place, and you couldn’t handle the joy in your eyes when you saw her be fascinated about it. “It just moves in little trains! It’s so innovative and cute,” she says.

When you were closer with her, she opened up more about her father to you, even inviting you to visit the shrine dedicated to him in the mansion. That was the first time you saw her cry, and you promised yourself to do your best so you never have to see her like that again.

Romantic petnames suit her well, but she only uses them when you two are alone. Hearing Haru call you “my lily” or “my light” always caught you off-guard no matter how many times you have heard it.

Haru is a compassionate girlfriend! She treats you as delicately as she acts and you know that you’re in good hands with her, as she is with your own.

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