#i dont think that shirt is supposed to HURT ME so much

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DONT TEASE ME WITH PLATONIC BARTY AND BIG BRITHER SIRIUS STOP IM ON MY KNEES PLEASEE 🪩

okay so this accidentally ended up being almost 5.5k words??? whoopsie daisy.

this concept was a collaboration with @unstablereader and also intertwined a few requests for best friend Barty, big brother Sirius, and poly!moonwater hurt comfort!!

poly!moonwater x fem!reader who was bitten over the winter hols

CW: Best Friend Barty (i.e., swearing, chaos, slight insanity), Big Brother Sirius (i.e., coddling, bad cop, certified dumbass), swearing swearing swearing, slight muggle blasphemy, description of wounds/blood/injury, discussion of Sacred 28 Pureblood Families, etc etc etc - hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

Barty Crouch Junior was a plethora of dichotomies and contradictions. 

He was a good friend and a bad son. He was a smart boy who made horrible ideas. He was a rational person with unreasonable reactions. He was a menace and very reliable. He was a good lay and a bad boy. 

Barty liked that about himself though; he liked that no one ever knew what to expect when it came to Bartemus Crouch Junior. 

Though, he supposed to those who knew him, it would have been completely predictable for him to have stayed at Hogwarts over the winter holidays. Maybe he should have gone home – really surprised everyone then.

His nightly routine of trying to incendio Daily Prophet articles of his father with nonverbal and wandless magic was interrupted by an awkward thump on his dorm room door. 

“Come in?” Barty called awkwardly, unsure who might be at his door seeing as his friends were all home for the holidays and the staff here tended to avoid him like Dragon Pox.

The doorknob began to rattle but it sounded as if the person on the other side of the door was struggling to turn it.

“Salazar’s saggy balls. WHAT!?” He seethed as he ripped the door open, determined to teach whoever was stupid enough to bother him a lesson when he came face to face with you.

Except...except you were crying, and bloody, and so pale.

“Treasure!?” Barty squawked, awkwardly catching you as you began to slide down the door frame which you were leaning the entirety of your weight on. 

“Barty...I-” you started before a pained sob tore through your teeth. “I need help.”

“What happened?” Barty asked breathlessly, moving you from the door to his bed without your help after your left leg gave out on you.

“Barty...”

“What. Happened. Y/N?” He demanded.

“Barty, you cannot- cannot tell Reg and Remus. Pl- hnggh - please promise me you won’t tell them.”

“Tell them what, Treasure? What’s wrong!?” Barty pressed, beginning to panic when his bedding quickly became saturated with your blood. 

“Promise me!” You shrieked, your voice carrying the most clarity since you had arrived.

“Okay! I promise!” Barty agreed readily. You didn’t seem convinced, however.

You shakily held your pinky out to him and stared intensely at him. “Promise me that y-, that you will not tell Remus or, or Regulus.”

Barty looked between your eyes and your pinky before finally interlocking your pinky with his. “I promise I will not tell Remus or Regulus.”

More tears fell as you began pulling your long winter robes off. You were wearing a long sleeved shirt and long trousers, but Barty could tell most of the bleeding was coming from your leg. Your fingers were shaking too much as you unsuccessfully tried unbuttoning your trousers, so Barty silently asked for your permission before undoing the button and zip for you.

You pulled the pants to your knee to expose a large...werewolf bite on your left thigh.

“Treasure.” Barty breathed out horrified, looking back up at you with tears in his eyes. “What...what happened? No, I ... I can see what happened. How did this happen?”

“I...I just-”

And you passed out.

“No! No no no. Nononononono.” Barty chanted as he tried to rouse you awake.

“Okay Barty, come on, think. You didn’t achieve all twelve O.W.L’s for naught.” He berated himself, lying you down on his bed and pulling your trousers the rest of the way off.

He turned you onto your right side and tried elevating your leg to stop the blood flow after he realized a simple episkey was not going to close the wound.

He realized that the reason you’d been struggling to open the door was that your wrist appeared to be broken, and you’d been leaning onto the doorframe to keep your weight off of your injured leg. That he could fix with an episkey, so at least he wasn’t completely useless. 

His sweet, sweet Treasure. Bitten. By a werewolf!? Your parents...

Oh gods, your parents.

That’s why you were here.

You couldn’t go back home, not as a werewolf; your parents would kill you. The only thing worse to a Sacred 28 Family than a dead daughter would be a werewolf one.

Fuck. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Any why couldn’t he tell Lupin and Regulus!? Lupin was probably the only person who could actually help you right now. Barty hated that – hated that someone else could help you and he couldn’t – but he also loved that you had people who loved you and could help you.

Fucking fuck, he was supposed to be burning moving pictures of his father right now, not trying to bring his best friend back from the brink of death.

“That’s enough Treasure, you need to wake up.” He muttered, shaking you by your shoulders gently. When that still didn’t work, he cast a quick rennervate. 

You groaned in pain and tried rolling onto your back. 

“No, Y/N, you need to stay like this. I need you to tell me what happened.”

You moaned again and turned back towards him; eyes shut tight in pain. 

“I...I needed to leave I, I – ugh.”

“Okay, okay. So you left, that much I can understand. How’d you get bitten?”

“I didn’t, I didn’t know it was there until it was too late, Barty. I swear it. I was following the trail behind my-my house and it just appeared! I fell back- backwards onto my arm when it lunged and I apparated once I realized what was happening, but it was...it was too- too late.”

“Where were you trying to go?”

“The Potter’s.”

“And why can’t you go there now?”

You opened your eyes at that, and Barty felt his heart fall out of his ass at the amount of pain that spilled from your eyes that had nothing to do with any of your various physical injuries.

“Rem... Rem hates himself. He hates The Wolf, he ha- hates his lycanthropy; he thinks he is a m... monster and deserves nothing. Barty, he’ll hate me.” You broke into a sob at the end of your sentence and Barty was very close to joining you.

He didn’t think you were right at all, mind you; he thinks it’d be rather impossible for anyone to hate you, least of all Lupin who seemed completely lovesick for you and Regulus. He didn’t think it was worth your energy to argue with you about it though, seeing as he already pinky promised not to go to the lycanthrope or your other boyfriend about this.

He didn’t know what to do, though. He needed to close this wound and stop the bleeding, he needed to pilfer from the infirmary, he needed to pilfer the potions supply closet, and he needed to figure out how to help a werewolf. And he needed to do all of these things whilst somehow not leaving your side at all. 

“I’m tired, Barty.” You murmured quietly, startling him from his internal panic.

“You can’t sleep, Treasure. Not until we close this wound and stop the bleeding.”

He pulled out his third year DADA textbook to find the chapter on werewolves. 

“Dangerous creature this, loss of moral sense that, right then – powdered silver and dittany applied to a fresh bite wound.” Barty recited as he read off his textbook. He looked over to your wound, still oozing and bleeding, though the new angle and elevation did seem to be helping staunch the blood flow at least a little.

“Right... fresh enough I suppose.” Barty sighed, making you promise to stay awake long enough for him to raid the potions supply closet and the infirmary to get the necessary ingredients.

Barty had been feeling quite confident in his plans.

Except something was very, very wrong.

The dittany and powered silver bubbled slightly where it interacted with your blood and flesh but didn’t seem to be sticking to your wound at all; it seemed that it was just causing you to moan in agony as Barty uselessly tried spreading it over your leg.

“You’re sure it was a werewolf that bit you?” He asked again. Barty was certain that if you were feeling better, you would have kicked at him.

He wished you could have kicked at him.

“Yes, Barty.” You cried.

“Oh, Treasure, I’m sorry.” He lamented, putting down his bowl of useless silver paste and brushing sweaty hairs away from your forehead.

“Salazar, you’re burning up, Y/N.” He commented, cupping your heated and flushed face with his hand. 

“I’m cold.” You argued, awkwardly trying to pull at his bedsheets to cover your arms. Barty hated to add more layers on you when your fever was this high, but he couldn’t really bring himself to deny you, either. 

Unfortunately, it appeared that Barty needed help. 

Unfortunately, Barty made you a promise.

Fortunately, there were ways around that. 

Unfortunately, that meant having to resort to a fate worse than death.

“Oh! Hello there.” Mrs. Potter greeted Barty as she rounded the corner after being alerted by the house elf that there was a student at the floo. “Are you looking for Regulus?”

Barty adorned his most charming (and least maniacal) grin as he bowed politely to Mrs. Potter like the proper Pureblood he'd been beaten raised to be. 

“Euphemia Potter – looking as smashing as ever.” He said before returning to his full height. “Actually, I’m here for the lesser Black brother today.”

Mrs. Potter narrowed her eyes at his comment but pursed her mouth as if fighting back a smile.

“Am I to assume you’re referring to Sirius, Barty?”

Barty sighed in admiration. “Smart and pretty, Euphemia; how do you do it?”

“I’ll be right back, Mr. Crouch.” Mrs. Potter called over her shoulder as she left the floo reception room. Barty quickly pulled out the charmed compact mirror he had connected to a hand mirror which he had set up beside you before he left. You were asleep and shivering violently, but you were alive.

Help is coming, Treasure. 

“Oh.” Barty heard, causing him to close the mirror and look up to see a confused looking Sirius pausing mid-step into the room. “Sorry, I’ll go get Regulus for you.”

Barty scoffed derisively. “Oh, come off it Black – give the woman a little credit, yeah? I asked for you. Now let’s go.” He barked, turning towards the floo flame.

He turned back when he realized Sirius wasn’t following him.

“Hello??” He called sarcastically. “Did you not hear me? I said let’s go.”

Sirius looked Barty up and down and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Why in the hells would I go anywhere with you?” Sirius asked bemusedly. 

“Black!” Barty seethed. “I do not have time for this, we have to go now.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what this is about.”

Barty sighed and looked down to the hells for patience or possibly extra strong demonic powers to get through this conversation with Sirius. 

“Where is Regulus right now?”

Sirius considered Barty skeptically but answered, nonetheless. 

“Upstairs with Remus.”

Barty looked at Sirius at that. “Is it safe to assume he is helping him recover from last night?”

Sirius’ face fell and he levelled Barty with a hard glare. “What the hell are you on about, Junior?”

“Black, please believe that there is absolutely nothing in this realm that I’d rather be doing than sitting here asking for your help but I’m here doing just that.”

“For what?”

Regulus was here, and Regulus was helping Lupin, which meant that Lupin was also here with his supernatural hearing. Barty made you a promise – he would not tell Regulus or Remus what has happened.

“I need your help, because I’ve found a lost Treasure that seems to be in some Trouble.” Barty explained slowly, praying to every god that Sirius would pick up on his not-so-subtle clues.

Sirius’ eyes stayed narrowed at Barty before they grew comically in understanding. 

“Where is-”

“Not here.” Barty interrupted. “Grab your things and come with me.”

“I have so many fucking questions.” Sirius muttered as he stepped through the floo, somehow ending up standing in the Slytherin common room. 

“Like?” Barty asked in a bored tone.

“How the hell did you manage to connect the floo network to the Slytherin common room?” He started, realizing that it probably wasn’t the most important question, but it seemed to take precedence in his mind.

Barty turned to sneer at Sirius, though his steps never faltered as he sped towards what Sirius could only assume was his dorm.

“Really, Black? I tell you that your future sister-in-law is in dire need of your help, and that’s what you’re- you know what? I’m not surprised. The floo network is easy to manipulate so long as you know how to dismantle ancient wards.” Barty explained dismissively.

 Easy. Dismantle ancient wards. Sure.

“What’s wrong with Y/N?” He asked much more seriously. Most (though not all) of the contempt drained from Barty’s face as he stopped in front of a door. 

“She...she was bitten.”

Sirius just stared dumbly at the absolute last person he imagined he'd be spending his morning with as he let that information process.

He wasn't given much time, however, as Barty quickly opened the door and disappeared into the room, clearly unbothered to see if Sirius was following him in or not.

“Treasure? Hey, hey; it’s okay. Look? I brought some help, okay? You’re alright.” He cooed at a curled-up form on his bed – your curled-up form.

“Oh, Trouble.” Sirius breathed out in disbelief, surveying your shaking and battered body before his gaze paused on your exposed thigh – clear as day was a large canine bite, still bleeding. 

“Oh, my girl.” Sirius cooed, feeling like he might be sick at the sight of one of his favourite people in the world in so much pain. It was very different from post moon care with Remus; Remus was seasoned, he was prepared, they were prepared.

You looked like you were dying.

“What’s wrong with her?” Sirius asked quickly, shaking himself and trying to force himself into action.

“Other than the very obvious werewolf bite?” Barty sneered. “She has a fever that won’t quit.”

“Take the blankets off.” Sirius ordered, earning him a whimper from your form.

“S’cold, Siri.” You whined.

“I know, Trouble, but you’re burning up.” He replied apologetically, pulling the blankets out of your currently much weaker grasp.

Barty looked like he was just as heartbroken as you were at the loss of the warmth, but clearly agreed with Sirius enough not to argue. 

“Mean.” You pouted; eyes still screwed shut in pain.

“I know, I’m the worst.” He whispered, casting a quick auguamenti and glacius on a rag and placing it on your head, earning him another protesting groan from you.

“Why’s her leg still bleeding?” Sirius asked, eyes still on your face as he used the cloth to wipe away the sweat from your features. He quickly prepared two more rags and placed them on the back of your neck and your chest. 

“I don’t know. I followed the instructions from our DADA textbook on werewolves – three tablespoons of powdered silver mixed with four tablespoons of dittany to create a paste. It did nothing but hurt her and aggravate me.” He admitted, sounding horribly dejected.

“Where’s the silver from?”

“Slughorn’s supply closet.”

Sirius groaned. “That’s why. The school buys the cheapest ingredients they can to keep costs low. That won’t be pure silver.”

“Well, where in the hells are we supposed to find pure silver then?” Barty groaned. 

Of all the times for Sirius to not be at Grimmauld Place anymore – that place was teeming with pure silver.

Pure...

Toujours pur. 

“Regulus.” Sirius whispered no louder than a breath. You didn’t seem to hear him, your lucid moment clearly over; but Barty did.

“I promised Y/N I wouldn’t tell Lupin or Regulus.” He explained plainly, causing Sirius to groan.

“Then what are we supposed to do?”

Barty turned his face to glare at Sirius. “I promised Y/N I wouldn’t tell Lupin or Regulus.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “I heard you, Junior. So, what are we going to do then?”

Barty let out a long-suffering sigh. “I promised Y/N I wouldn’t tell Lupin or Regulus.”

Sirius’ brows furrowed and he cautiously lifted his hand to press the back of it to Barty’s head, checking for fever of his own. Barty aggressively swatted him away.

“Are you quite alright, Junior? Is this a stroke?”

“I need you to listen to me very carefully, Black. Okay? Are you listening to my words?”

Sirius nodded at him as Barty grabbed Sirius by the shoulders and stared imposingly into his eyes. “I – Bartemus Crouch Junior – promised that sweet, lovely Treasure you call Trouble over there, that I – Bartemus Crouch Junior – would not tell Remus Lupin or Regulus Black. I promised her.” 

Now, Sirius feels it’s important to note that it was currently maybe seven o’clock in the morning, and he’d only just stepped out of the shower after washing away a night of romping in the woods around Potter Manor with Moony as Padfoot last night to be told there was someone at the floo for him; in other words, he was fucking exhausted. And to add to that, he had one of his least favourite people tell him that one of the worst possible things happened to one of his favourite people. So, sue him for what he said next.

“I don’t understand.” 

“Fucking son of a mother fucking cunt, I swear to that fucking muggle-religion-wizard-guy-that-caused-the-whole-brew-ha-ha-in-that-big-ass-muggle-tome I will shave that fucking head of yours and wear your hair as a wig; I cannot tell Lupin and Regulus.” Barty spat, though somehow managed to keep his voice low enough to not gain your attention.

“Yes, yes, yes. You promised her.” Sirius lamented. “You p- wait... you promised her. You promised her.”

“Thank Merlin and Morgana.” Barty groaned as fell to his knees in exhaustion, clearly more than thankful that Sirius had finally gotten it. 

“I’ll be back.” Sirius announced and started towards the fireplace in the Slytherin common room in order to retrieve his brother. 

Regulus looked up from the pages of his novel to survey Remus’ form again. His boyfriend laid on his back with his head propped up on two pillows and his eyes closed as the soft morning light filtered its way through the sheer curtains and painted his features in its warm glow.

Regulus knew Remus was likely exhausted and sore and perhaps feeling awfully sorry for himself right now, but Regulus wasn’t sure he ever looked more beautiful. 

“You should take a picture; it’ll last longer.” Remus commented dryly, never bothering to open his eyes as a smile danced on his lips.

“Ha ha.” Regulus deadpanned, returning his gaze to his book with a blush taking over his face.

“You worry too much, love. I’m okay.” 

“I know you’re okay.” Regulus argued.

“Yet you still worry?”

“Yet I still worry.” 

Regulus heard Remus’ head turn against his pillow, and he looked back up to see Remus regarding him.

“Have you heard from her by chance?” Remus whispered as if fearing the answer he knew was coming.

Regulus knew it was you who Remus referred to; they’d been waiting quite impatiently for your owl for the past few days.

You had promised to write as often as you could - every day if possible – over the winter holidays. The last correspondence they had with you was four days ago as you told them of some family gathering at your home.

He hated to be the bearer of bad news, but he could tell he was caught at the disappointed sigh from Remus.

“No, mon loup. I’m sorry.” Regulus admitted.

Remus let out another sigh and leaned his head back down on the pillows, squishing his eyes shut as if the pain of not knowing how you were was more painful than the current aching in his bones.

“Hey, Reg?” Regulus heard his brother call from the door. 

“He’s awake.” Regulus called back simply.

“How’re you feeling, Moons?” Sirius asked, walking towards the end of the bed with his hands in his pocket.

“Been worse.” Remus answered.

“I...” Sirius started, cutting himself off with a sigh.

“Spit it out, Sirius. We’ve not got all day.” Regulus drawled and put his book down. He couldn’t stop his heart rate from picking up when he noticed Sirius’ discontent, however; sudden flashbacks of Sirius standing in Regulus’ doorway begging him to pack his things and leave with him bombarding his mind.

“What is it, Pads?” Remus asked, seeming to pick up on his friend’s anxiety as well.

“I need your help.” He admitted. “It’s...it’s Y/N.”

Remus sat up all too quickly and winced at the cracking of his back.

“What is it? Where is she? Is she okay?” He asked, trying to free himself from the bedding that Regulus had tucked him into hours earlier.

“No, well, yes...she-”

“Where is she?” Regulus whispered in horror.

“With Junior. At Hogwarts.”

Regulus relaxed slightly to at least know you were safe at Hogwarts and with Barty, though that raised more questions than answers for him.

“How do you know that?” Regulus asked, all the while Remus continued struggling to dress himself despite his various aches and pains. 

“Junior told me.” Sirius admitted, finally taking pity on his friend and helping him dress whilst his boyfriend sat their uselessly. 

“Why did he tell you? When did he tell you?”

“This morning!” Sirius barked, clearly growing agitated, “listen, I just-”

“What happened to her, Sirius?” Remus begged, finally taking a moment to catch his breath and stare at his friend imploringly. “What happened to her that Junior told you and not us?”

Sirius swallowed thickly before he answered.

“She was bitten, Rem.”

All colour drained from Remus’ face and Regulus sat stock still.

“Was it me?!” Remus asked through a choked sob. This seemed to snap Regulus out of his uselessness and he reached for Remus’ shoulder to squeeze it affectionately.

“No, no. Moony, no one was there last night. I swear it.”

“What...why do you need my help? What do you need?” Regulus asked quietly, standing to pull on his own jacket and retrieving his and Remus’ wands from the dresser. 

“We can’t get the wound to close, and she’s got a wicked fever that we can’t bring down. She’s barely lucid, she's lost an insane amount of blood, and the silver at the school didn’t work to close it and-”

“No, it wouldn’t.” Remus agreed breathlessly.

“Why not?”

“Too costly to give pure powdered silver to a bunch of students who make throw away potions – they only use what works in the brew but not in practice.” Remus explained, groaning as he stood and quickly transfigured his suitcase into a cane on account of his hip after the transformation. 

“So, you need pure silver? Like... the ring!” Regulus whispered, hastily ripping the Black Family signet ring from his thumb and passing it to Sirius.

“We need to go now. She can’t afford to lose any more blood, and it should have been closed immediately.” Remus pressed, making his way to the door albeit a little shakily. 

Regulus was sick with worry; for you, your life, your future, your family, for Remus and how upsetting this must be for him as well, but something still wasn’t making any sense.

“Why did Barty tell you?” Regulus asked as they stepped through the floo into the Slytherin common room, making a mental note to ensure that it was closed before the rest of the students returned from winter holidays.

Sirius grimaced slightly and turned to look at his friend who he was supporting as they followed Regulus to the dorm room.

“She...she made him promise not to tell you guys.” Sirius admitted.

Remus’ steps faltered and Regulus turned, ready to help Sirius in catching him, only to notice that he wasn’t falling but rather had stopped walking all together.

“Why wouldn’t she want us to know?” Remus asked mournfully.

“I never did hear why.” Sirius admitted, encouraging Regulus forward with a nod of his head.

The three of them entered the room to find Barty sitting on a low stool beside you with his pinky interlinked with yours. Your eyes were still shut tightly and your breathing was shallow, but Regulus could hear Barty talking lowly to you and your occasional responses. 

“I like that song about the fighter, the writer, and the ruler.” Barty murmured quietly to you.

Your brows twitched as you gritted out “it’s Soldier, Poet, King.”

“Ah, right you are, Treasure.” Barty responded, looking over his shoulder at the new additions to the room. “You always know everything.”

“How is she?” Sirius asked as he dropped the signet ring inside the mortar and pestle and traded seats with Barty who began to grind it into powder, and Regulus and Remus moved to stand near the end of the bed to take in your form.

“Hanging in there, Black.” Barty responded to Sirius, though he looked at Regulus as he said it.

Sirius must have noticed Regulus’ death glare being pointed at Barty and opted to intervene. 

“Hey, Trouble?” Sirius asked you gently, brushing some of your damp hair away from your forehead. You hummed in acknowledgement without opening your eyes.

“Why didn’t you want Remus and Regulus to know, sweets?”

You whimpered as your face morphed into agony, eyes finally opening to look at Sirius through fat tears.

“Remus will hate me.”

Remus actually whimpered at that, clearly itching to move towards you, but not wanting to interrupt you.

“Why would he hate you, sweets?”

“He hates werewolves.”

Remus’ head dropped in shame as Regulus rubbed soothing circle into his back. 

“But he loves you, Trouble.” Sirius pressed, watching Remus all the while.

“Not anymore.” You sighed in resignation, closing your eyes once more.

“Always, dove.” Remus insisted. You squeezed your eyes tightly as if you were trying to convince yourself that he wasn’t there. 

“Do you hear me? I will always love you. There is nothing that could ever happen that would make me hate you, okay?” He carried on, slowly making his way to the other side of the bed in order to curl up behind you and pull your back into his front. 

You whimpered, though Regulus was sure it was less from physical pain and more in distress.

“What about Reggie?” You cried as Sirius continued rubbing his thumb across your forehead. 

“It’s almost ready.” Barty interrupted as he began measuring out the silver and dittany. 

“Reggie thinks the world of you, dove.” Remus murmured into your hair, looking over at Regulus imploringly. 

“You’ve got a lot of people who care about you, Trouble.” Sirius added. “We’re not going to let you do this alone.”

“It’s done, Treasure. We’re gonna fix you up.” Barty said as he made his way over, keeping his eyes trained on Regulus. 

“Dovey, this is going to hurt an awful lot, okay? But you’re so brave, you’re so brave and then you’ll feel all better, okay?” Remus spoke into your hair, keeping you pressed tightly to his form as you began to struggle against his hold. 

“Regulus, you need to be brave for her.” Sirius ordered, looking as severe as Regulus ever remembers his older brother being. 

What could Regulus have ever done to make you think it was at all possible for him to feel anything but love for you?

How could Regulus ensure that you never thought such things again?

“I’m right here, amour. Okay? You’ve got four of us here who love you, we’re not going anywhere.” He pressed, moving to take over Sirius’ place on Barty’s short stool as Sirius positioned himself close to your feet.

“I don’t want to hurt.” You cried, breathing becoming slightly erratic as Remus added more pressure in keeping your arms pinned to your sides.

“I know, amour. It’ll be over soon, okay?” Regulus tried, brushing hair away and pressing his lips to your overly hot forehead.

“You’re so brave, Y/N. We’ve got you, okay? Such a brave girl, come on babylove, you’re okay.” Remus chanted, looking over at Sirius as he pinned your ankles to the bed and Barty transfigured a stirrer in an applicator.

“Please. I don’t want to.” You begged.

“You’re so brave.” Remus repeated, pressing his mouth to the top of your head as his own tears fell into your hair.

“Do it.” Regulus insisted, not wanting to prolong this anymore.

Regulus nearly dropped his wand in his haste to throw up a silencing charm around the dorm room as your screams bounced off the stone walls in time with Barty’s first swipe of the ointment. 

Regulus couldn’t hear the words spilling from Remus’ lips, but he knew that he was whispering sweet encouragements to you as he cried in sympathy. Sirius looked to be using all his strength to keep your legs pinned down as you struggled, and his eyebrows furrowed on your behalf as well.

“You’re okay, amour. You’re okay.” Regulus insisted for both of your benefits, watching as Barty applied the last of the paste to your leg.

“Now what!?” Barty shouted over your agonized cries.  

“Breathe dove, breathe. The pain will fade, just breathe.” Remus coached, rocking the both of you gently back and forth as you sobbed.

“You’ve done so well, amour, so well. Ma courageuse fille; you’re so brave.” Regulus praised, taking both of your hands into his and pulling them from Remus’ grasp to press kisses to your knuckles. “Tu as si bien fait, tu es la personne la plus forte que je connaisse.”

It took some time and many more encouragements before your sobs decreased into pitiful hiccups and whimpers as you looked towards Regulus. 

“You don’t hate me?” You asked pitifully.

Regulus used his thumb to wipe away the tears that were still falling as Remus caressed your arms.

“It never even crossed my mind, cheri. I could never; non.” Regulus insisted. 

“I’m so sorry, dove.” Remus whispered into your head. “I’m so sorry this has happened to you.”

“Remus.” Sirius warned. 

“Not because it makes her any less lovely, Sirius. But because she doesn’t deserve it.” Remus explained. 

“I’m scared.” You admitted timidly.

“I know, dove.”

“Lucky for you, Trouble, you’ve got some seasoned professionals here.” Sirius added, nudging Remus’ foot. 

“Can I start the animagus process now, Rem?” Regulus groaned, looking at Remus pointedly. 

“I guess it wouldn’t be fair to make you sit out on full moons now.” Remus relented – he’d always hated the idea of putting the two of you in any undue danger, but he couldn’t deny Regulus of the two of you, nor you of Regulus; not when you would need him most.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Barty interrupted, moving his skeptical glance between the four of you. “You’re telling me that animagi can romp around with the likes of werewolves?”

Remus nuzzled his face impossibly further into your head as Sirius chuckled. 

“Werewolves don’t care about animals. In fact, it makes them quite happy to have a ‘pack’.” Sirius explained.

Barty laughed conspiratorially. “Well, sign me the fuck up. Regulus, I’ll buy the first mandrake leaf; my treat!” He called as he grabbed his jacket and wand and headed for the door, likely heading to Hogsmeade for supplies in his excitement. 

“Moony is not going to like him.” Sirius proclaimed flippantly, finally falling into a chair in exhaustion after Barty was gone.

“It’s not just about him, anymore.” Remus responded, pressing a kiss to your head. Regulus could tell your fever was reducing, though your cheeks were still flushed.

You had a lot to discuss; what happened, why it happened, and where to go from here. But for now, Regulus was just happy you were alive, currently safe, surrounded by people who loved you, and agreeable to him running you a bath. 

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[sleekswosobession]

death is a funny thing

alexia putellas x fem!reader

prompt: alexia angst on 10/10 out of angst scale - for madres bday

A/N: happy birthday madre @greynatomy ! 🥳🥳 you are now stuck at the restaurant

i cried while making this. i dont cry while writing or reading fanfic.

TW: Death, hurt/no comfort, the thought of me not making a part 2 for this

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2 weeks. That's what the doctor said. 2 weeks until you're dead and you soul is gone from the earth. How does one hold that infomation? How are they supposed to take it? It's not like anyone's alive to really tell you how to cope or react.

So, you sit in silence. Being taken back to the memories of playing football as a child, being in your national team for the first time. Playing for your senior team for the first time. That first kiss with Alexia which was unlike any you'd had before. The first time you'd told her you loved her, and how she immediately said it back.

All of it would come to an end.

You knew you should've been here weeks ago when you first started feeling off, but you weren't one to go a doctor when something felt bad. Just hoped it would go away unless you knew it was an injury that'd affect your career. The only reason you were in the room was because Alexia dragged you there.

What would have happened if she hadn't?

You stare at the wall in front of you, mind without thoughts. Just the shell of someone who used to be there. You feel bad for Alexia, how would she cope? You knew she had plans of proposing, you just didn't know when. That will all be a dream in only a fortnight.

How much will change by then? Will she push you out like she does with most others? Or will she hold you close, thinking that if she did you wouldn't leave her when you both know that won't happen.

When you do look at her, there's tears streaming down her face. Staining her shirt and falling onto the floor. The doctor leads you both out giving a form of all legal action needed before you die. Who to give your money to, how you want to be buried or cremated.

You wonder how they can say such news then proceed to hand papers while being devoid of any emotion. Maybe they've done it too many times to really feel.

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Alexia drives home, eyes still leaking with tears. You're not quite sure how she's driving but you both make it home. You watch her mundane and robotic movements, until she's in the living room. That's her breaking point.

You immediately go to her, wrapping your arms around her without saying a word. This makes her sob harder.

"I can't live without you. Please no." Is all you hear over the sound of her breaking down.

"Alexia." You say, but she shakes her head.

"Alexia look at me." Again, it's no use.

"Ale please." She finally listens, looking up shaking as her lip wobbles.

"When I am gone, you will be sad yes but I trust you'll get over me. I trust you will be even better than you are now. You are the greatest woman I've ever met and you are the strongest. I will be with you here until the end and even when I'm not here physically..." You pause and touch her heart with your hand. "I'll always be with you here, remember that. And if heaven or the afterlife is real, I'll watch over you. I promise." You whisper resting your forehead against her own.

She whails into the evening, you cry along with her. Reality and the fear of death finally sinking deep into your bones. You will die. You can't be here forever.

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The next day when training is supposed to be on is when you tell everyone at the club, sadness lingers in the air as you hug your friends. The ones who had become a new family for you. The young players like Salma and Vicky whom you'd baiscally 'adopted' when they joined the senior team. You consoled them along with Caroline (your best friend) the most. Those apart from Alexia being the ones you were always with.

It was decided a farewell dinner would be hosted. The last memories and last time to be with you.

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Alexia wouldn't leave your side, you didn't want to leave hers either. The weight she'd carry on herself after this is too much for your own failing heart. You wanted to be with her for the rest of your life, and by that you meant grow old. Not die at 27.

The dinner was as much as anyone would expect it to be. Teary eyes and frowns painted on everyones face. The mourning had started before you left, and somehow that was even more painful.

Your will was mainly going to the football club, with no family left to give it to. Part of it went to investment in womens sports and some went to Alexia. You'd asked to be cremated, 1/3 of your ashes in the new Camp Nou, 1/3 of your ashes to be washed away by the heavy winds at the beach you loved so much, and a third to be with Alexia to do as she pleases. Whether to keep or give to people you held so close.

The end is near, it's relieving in a sense. That all this anxiety toward the date will just go. Everything for you will stop. But, you hate being the reason people are upset. All you'll leave is pain and anguish until one by one your friends heal. Alexia heals.

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Today was the day, you're not sure how you know but you do. You wait with Alexia, remembering all good times. No words are said, she's trying to remember every detail in your face. Fearing the she'll forget you.

"Alexia." She takes a deep breath, nodding at you to continue.

"I love you, I love you in everyway possible. I love you in every universe. I love you to the moon and saturn. Never forget me, as I'll never forget you." You whisper, breath shaky as you feel yourself drifting away.

"I could never, forget you amor. You're safer wherever you are next. I love you. More than words could ever convey." Her voice breaks.

You don't want to leave her, why did it have to be like this?

She places her lips against yours one last time. Your eyes close, one last time.

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well... no part 2. reader will not come back from the dead like melanie martinez

but last night i dreamt i kissed taylor swift so theres that

#woso #woso community #woso x reader #woso fanfics #barcelona femeni #wlw #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas

[andysorbit]

SFW & NSFW boyfriend!Jisung

buckle up this is kinda long

I'm lazy so this is my format for this I might make a fic later but I more than likely won't

Is literally terrified of you at first

like he can't even look at you he's just 🫣

very slowly warms up to you like... a snail could walk across Puerto Rico twice before he's fully convinced that he might have a chance with you

falls in love with how gentle and playful you are with him

if you're more shy like he is, he thinks it's the sweetest thing

if you're more forward then he's scared and turned on by that

you're his baby but he's also your baby

once he knows your his... you're his

he's touchy but he's so sneaky about it.

he'll fix your shirt collar, adjust your bracelets, gently place a hand on your back or an arm around your shoulder

your first kiss kinda just happens

like just unplanned as hell

like you meet up for lunch and when he hugs you, you both just go in for it and he just 😧 then he's kissing you all over your face

he's buying you a necklace with his initials on it

he's also showing you how to play his favorite games

does he know his way around a kitchen? well he didn't but after hearing you say men who are useless in the kitchen don't deserve human rights, he started hounding Jaemin to help him learn the bare basics

he's asking you for help too because he likes how gently you talk to him

he'd bring it up while you're cuddled up in his room watching a movie

he'd be the big spoon most of the time because holding you is like free therapy for him

spams you memes on in IG and TikTok

sometimes writes poetry for you

is super proud that your family and friends like him

wants to go all the way but he's a gentleman

"y'know how uh... I was..."

"you can touch me Jisung. it's okay."

so he rests his hand on your hip

again he's trying but he's a gentleman... who's also still terrified

"and I thought you wanted to fondle me... hm"

"I can fondle you?"

"I mean I did just give you permission, Sungie"

and his hand is immediately easing up your shirt to press to your tummy while he's sighing happily

you have to literally tell him he doesn't need permission to touch you

"I don't need permission, huh?"

"no, you dont"

"because you're all mine?"

"I sure am"

and then he's softly groping your tits and you can feel him growing hard against your ass

"how much of you is mine?"

"all of me"

"how much of what's mine can I have right now?"

again this dude is a gentleman

but also he's an animal

yes he may seem like a gentle giant but when he wants you, he gets a look in his eyes like he could absolutely swallow you up

he's strong and is definitely scared of hurting you so he holds back in everything he does to you

he's overwhelmed tbh he never knows what he wants to do first

first he's kissing you

then he's groping your tits again

then he's sucking marks into your neck

then he's kissing you again and easing his hand into your panties

"is this okay?"

and of course it's okay

he's so feral for you that you can literally feel him holding back

"I'm not glass, Sungie"

"no but you're a soft lady and I'm gonna... I have to do this the right way. Our first time is supposed to be special. I can't just rip your clothes off and have my way with you"

and he does takes his time with you

savoring you, teasing you, caressing you

still unable to process that you're his and that you want him just as much as he wants you

he's playful even during sex

"oh you want me so bad"

"oh shut up"

"not my fault you think I'm sexy"

and you know just how to make him fold

"I do think you're sexy, Jisung"

"stop"

once he's had you, he can't enough of you

he'll drag you off just about anywhere to have you

at a mutual friend's house? he's sneaking you out to the balcony to finger you

out for a night drive? he's grabbing your hand to press to the bulge in his pants

and of course he's fucking you in the backseat

more than anything, he loves watching your face

no matter what you're both doing, he needs to see your face

whether it's something wholesome or downright filthy

if you had a penny for every time he tells you that you're his while he's fucking you, you could by a billionaire

loves fucking you stupid

"take it all. take every fucking inch baby. You're such a good girl for me"

his newfound breeding kink is why you had to get an IUD expeditiously

found out by accident really

the man's addicted to you so there are times when you don't wanna stop to use a condom

"are you sure?"

and of course you're sure

he's beside himself when he gets to feel you without a condom

like he's a mess

moaning, panting, whimpering in your ear

"fuck... oh my God you're so fucking hot. fucking love you so much baby yesyesyesyes"

he whines whether he's in control or not

he needs to touch you any way he can

he's so in love and sometimes you catch him giving you that "that's my baby" look and it just feels like the best thing in the world

bonus!!!! text!!

thanks for reading!!!

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[coilovesskz]

Perfect - LEE KNOW

pairing: idol!minho x fem!reader

word count: 0.9k

warnings: insecure reader, hurt comfort, lots of crying, cursing, pls dont let this make you think things about yourself 🙏🏾

A/N : I actually, love this?!?! Incredibly self indulgent! PS : YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!!! Despite anything anyone says please know you are perfect the way you are, even tho it may not seem like that.

“You could have anyone you want, why would you want to be with me? I’m nothing special..” - Jealousy- eye dress

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You were having a hard time recently. You and your boyfriend had finally gotten the go ahead to make your relationship public from his company. You wanted this, to let everyone know you were his, and you had gotten tons of support from fans, but there was still the hate.

The hate was small at first, a negative comment here and there. You knew this was going to happen, you just weren’t prepared for how much it would actually affect you.

You went from laughing it off, to it making you insecure, to crying. The post about you, the comments about how “ugly” and “fat” you are. The numerous tweets that criticize every single thing you do. It made every last day feel like hell.

Now you were here, reading the comments you swore that you would stop reading as streams of tears ran down your face. You know you shouldn’t be doing this, that it’s not good for you. But you can’t help but feel like you somehow deserved this.

“Y/n, im home!” You heard Minho’s voice say. Fuck. He must have gotten off of work early, he’s not supposed to be home for another hour.

You quickly try to gather yourself as you hear him put down his bag, walking towards the door. You tuck your phone away, before looking for someway to cover your face, but he was already at the door.

“Y/n, how was your d-“ he stops as he takes in your expression. Your eyes were puffy and red, and you just had a genuinely tired look on your face.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks, trying to find out why you appeared as if you had been crying, and most importantly, why you were trying to hide it from him.

“N-nothing.” You lied, and he knew it. Before you could protest he was already sitting on the bed, pulling you into his arms. Minho looked at you with gentle eyes, silently coaxing you to speak. And like a chain reaction, you started sobbing, hiding your face in his shirt.

He immediately started running his hand up and down your back, making you cry even louder, if that was even possible.

“I- I just-“ you tried to say, but the tears made in sound like pathetic chokes as all the emotions you were trying to keep from him, desperately left you.

“It’s ok, take your time.” He whispers, trying to soothe your crying whilst also allowing you to finish. He knew that you needed to get all of this off of your chest.

After a few minutes, you finally stop crying. You peel your face away from Minho’s now soaked shirt, not that it mattered to him anyways. His soft and glossy eyes met yours, giving you all the freedom to speak up when you were ready.

“I was reading comments about me, and it made me start thinking. I don’t deserve you. You deserve better than me, you could be dating any other person, but you’re dating me. I’m not pretty, I’m not that smart, I’m just everything that you aren’t. You’re beautiful min, you’re so talented and smart. I’m nothing, I’m not special at all.” You choked out, letting everything that was pent up in your mind free.

You reconnected your eyes with his, feeling a little guilty when you saw a fresh tear roll out of Minho’s eyes.

When he didn’t respond, a pit of worry built in your stomach. You thought this was the moment that he was going to admit that everything the comments said were in fact true.

You tried to pull away, but his firm arms kept you in place. You looked away, ashamed to even be in his presence, but he brought up a hand and turned your face towards his.

“How did those thoughts come into that pretty brain of yours, hm? You’re so smart y/n, you’re the smartest person I know. You’re incredibly talented at what you do as well. Don’t even get me started, on how beautiful you are. You’re so fucking beautiful that it makes my head spin. You drive me crazy, you know that? You know how hard it is to keep my composure when you wear that dress of yours, how quick my heart races when you simply look at me, and how you make me feel like I’ve ascended to heaven when you simply flash your gorgeous smile at me. God, you’re so intoxicating. I can’t even imagine how these thoughts appeared in your mind when you’re so perfect.”

You were not sure when you began crying again. You thought he didn’t love you anymore, that he was just keeping you around because he didn’t have the heart to tell you. But his confession was anything but that.

“I love you so much, I love you so much that it scares me sometimes. You mean everything to me ok? Let me love you so much that you never think of anything like that ever again.” He asks gently.

“Okay…” you stammer timidly. The things be said repeating in your mind, coaxing your brain like honey and making anything negative thoughts scatter.

“I’m going to run a bath for us now, ok?” He suggested, and you nodded yes before he walked away, starting the water.

Your eyes watered again, this time not out of pain, but out of love. You no longer had to second guess how much love he had for you, you knew now.

You knew that no matter what you were going through, he would always be there for you. No matter what.

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back to the surface..🌊🫧

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 : Dont be scared

Sometimes, death is a beginning and not an end.

Tags/Warnings: Angst, hurt & Comfort, Idol!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, Cat Hybrid!Reader, mentions of depression and depressive thoughts, heartbreak, homelessness, it's a bit heavy sorry, mentions of mental abuse and manipulation, betrayal, slow burn, eventual smut, dead dove do not eat

Dead Dove do not eat: warning for potentially triggering content that can't be tagged without spoiling the story.

Length: 2.2k Words.

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"I didn't think.. it would, you know, cause something like this." Hanako says quietly, her voice all raspy from crying so much. Jungkook is standing at the end of the hallway, looking out the window. He's not said anything these past few hours since the last nurses had left your room- and Hanako herself had been consoled by her boyfriend as she'd cried to herself.

Jungkook wasn't crying. Not anymore. There was no reason to.

"They didn't tell me- You know, I told you didn't I? I didn't know-" She continues to try and justify her actions of failing to meet the deadline of your heat implant. She'd just left it there for almost an entire year, when it's supposed to be checked and changed every three months, didn't bring you to any of your medical appointments any longer, and Jungkook himself snaps as he hears the young man next to her try and tell her it wasn't her fault.

"You could've asked." He growls, not turning around- but Hanako can see his reflection in the window, rain outside in the nightsky pattering against the glass with just as much force as it takes him to hold his emotions in check it seems like. "She had regularly scheduled appointments that you did not take her to- for nine months." He continues stabbing at her, uncaring of hurting her emotionally. "If anyone is at fault here, it is indeed you." He finishes, and the young man next to her gets up to argue. "Sit down, and shut up. You don't even have the right to be here in the first place." Jungkook turns around and points at the seat, eyebrows lowered and eyes sharp as he clenches his jaw.

"Jungkook, I didn't mean for this to happen-" Hanako cries, trying to regain his sympathy in any way she can. But he doesn't budge.

"Save it." He simply says, staring at the closed hospital room with a heavy heart. "It's not like it matters anymore anyways."

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"What're you doing?" Namjoon wonders, carefully peeking into the room he remembers the singer being so protective about. Today, it's brightly lit by the opened windows, curtains blowing in the slight breeze while Jungkook is busying himself folding freshly washed laundry.

Clothes that clearly aren't his- but yours.

"Moving on." Jungkook calmly states, taking in a deep breath as he continues to fold another shirt of yours, your bed clearly made, shelves dusted off, carpet vacuumed. The time capsule has been opened, revealed, and now- time has begun to tick away again, the frozen state of the entire room shattered. "Just like you told me to." He nods to himself, continuing his task.

"Jungkook.." He tries, but he knows there's nothing he can say that would help. There's still a long road ahead of the young man, no matter how much he wants to say that he's fine. Things happened, and with everything going down, it's no wonder that there will probably be some lasting effects of those things happening to him. No one should have to go through this- and unless the industry changes at least some way to protect their artist's private life or puts up boundaries for fans to stay behind, it'll happen again and again and again.

And not everyone is as strong as Jungkook. Not everyone can just accept things like this.

"Are you okay?" He asks softly, unsure how to approach his friend.

"I am." He agrees, putting everything in a neat pile, before he puts them into a black traveling bag. "Or.. I will be." He shrugs, walking back to the window, closing it.

"Are you sure that.. this is a good idea?" The bandleader asks. "Your career is at an all-time high. A hiatus right now-"

"Is just what I need." Jungkook finishes, sighing. "It's just a couple of weeks. I just.. need time. I can't just pretend like nothing happened." He explains with a somber tone, pulling the pale pink curtains shut. "The company has already painted out a convincing story as to why I'm going to be taking time off. Hyung- just.. let me have this. I need some time to think." He simply sighs out, before zipping the black travel bag close.

Like a silent request for his bandleader to leave.

And so he does- because maybe Jungkook really does need some time for just himself.

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It's raining.

The sun is shining, but it's raining.

You don't remember it raining that day, back when Jungkook still loved you. You don't remember ever going to a place like this with him- but maybe you did, and this dream is simply calling back those buried memories you've somehow forgotten. "The forecast didn't mention rain.." He mumbles with a slight pout in his voice, scrolling through his phone behind you, hand on your shoulder. The warmth of it seeps through your fluffy cardigan- he has always been warm, no matter the situation. Whether it was his body, or his smile, or the color of his eyes- all of it was always warm. And it made you feel warm, too.

You watch as the leaves of the potted plants dip in rhythm of the thick drops of rain hitting the leaves. It's like they're dancing to the faint music playing in a cafe close by. Can plants feel warm too?

"It should stop soon, though. See?" Jungkook points at the sky, his inked hand coming into view for you- and you can't help but focus more on the veins over the back of his hand, ink slightly blurred out from the time it's been there- purple heard a bit splotchy, but present. Maybe your mind can't really remember it well enough to paint it out properly. Have you ever looked at his tattoos in detail?

Maybe you should've.

"Silly cat, up there." He chuckles, taps your chin with his other hand to move your gaze towards the sky. He's right.

The thick dark clouds have broken up, sun finally able to peek through the cracks, warming your face up almost instantly. You have to close your eyes a little as to not get blinded. But you also don't want to- cause if you do, the dream will end, and you don't want that to happen. Not yet.

You want to dream a bit longer.

Taking a look around yourself, you realize that you don't remember this place. Nothing seems to recall any memories for you- and the writing on the signs close by, you can't read. Looking down at yourself, you're dressed in white. Your dress is a little wet on top of your chest from the rain, some other drops sparkling in the fluff of your cardigan. Even your shoes are white- shiny white mary janes you don't remember owning at all.

You look like a ghost.

There's a small snail in front of one of your feet. You can spot Jungkook's larger shoes behind yours- black combat boots with a thick and broad sole, making him even taller than he used to be next to you. You bend down to pick the little insect up by it's colorful swirled housing, and you notice your fingers are all red. Maybe you're cold.

But you don't feel cold?

You walk to the plants who are still dancing in the rain, placing the snail in the soil underneath the large leaves so it won't get crushed, won't get wet. It's a dream, isn't it? But even in a dream, you'd hate to accidentally hurt the little thing.

"Hey- baby you'll get wet, come here." Jungkook softly says, pulling you back underneath the small roof of the cafe you're standing in front of. The music is coming from there, inside, you notice. It's unfamiliar. Instrumental. A nice, calm tune, for a cozy feeling. Do they sell cakes and coffee in there? Can you even enjoy these things as a ghost any longer?

Maybe if you just try and remember the taste of it, it'll be the same.

"What's gotten you so deep in thought, hm?" Jungkook asks, hands wiping your cat ears dry with his sleeve, and it feels nice. You've not looked at him. In a way, you're scared of what you'll see.

You remember that all your dreams always end with him mad at you, as soon as you look at his face. You don't want that right now. This dream is too pretty as it is.

So you just shrug, unable to give an answer. What answer could a ghost give anyways?

"Your hands are all cold-" Jungkook notices, holding them in his own, and you look at them for a moment. This hand doesn't have tattoos. It's bare, but the veins underneath are still present. His nails are short and round, but his knuckles seem like he's hurt them some time ago. Like the scabs have just about fallen off, skin underneath still pink and new, standing out against his otherwise familiar complexion.

Warm, just like the palms of his hands.

You look at your own, one of your hands slipping out of his featherlight grasp, as it notices something underneath your cardigan. A bump of some sorts, and it makes you a little anxious. Your dream is shifting it seems, thunder scaring you for a moment, making you shrink in on yourself for a split second, before you pull up your sleeve despite the small scare.

Your hand is so cold, and the thick bandage feels weird. You want it off.

You pull on the edges of it, fiddling around, when his inked hand pulls your fingers away with gentle motions. "No no no angel, you gotta leave that." He tells you, other hand adjusting your sleeve again to hide your arm.

You whine in complaint. You don't want it, and it's a dream anyways. It'll turn on you no matter what you do, so you try and do it again. It makes him chuckle, of all things. He should get mad instead. This dream is so confusing- and why is he holding onto you like that anyways?

Suddenly, the cars all seem to pass by way too fast, way too loud. There's people, and you're scared to look at their faces, because what it they're monsters waiting to shake you awake? Your head whips from side to side, unsure where to look. Someone yells something in the distance, but it's in a language you don't speak, and can't remember ever hearing.

This isn't a dream anymore- it's a nightmare.

The sky won't clear up like Jungkook had told you it would. In fact, the thunder seems to roar so loud it rattles your bones, and the music behind you appears to be more so loud than soothing as it was before. There's so much going on, way more than your ears can follow, and your breath quickens as you begin to feel light-headed, nauseous.

This isn't right.

None of this is right.

Jungkook had tried to save you, no? You remember him holding you, back when you were hiding, when the world of ghosts had called you. You remember his scent, and the way he cried- is he sad now that you're gone? And if he's still alive, then who's the Jungkook that's holding onto you right now? Is he just a figment of your imagination, never to have a soul and heart like the real one did?

You're scared. You don't want jungkook to be alone.

He's always been an introvert, had told you that he doesn't mind being by himself. He loves performing, loves his idol life, but he also hates everything that comes with it. He'd once told you that it annoys him that while he has the money to do whatever he'd dreamt of as a kid, he now can't do it because he's got to make sure no one will ever see him. You remember how heartbroken he'd been for his brother Jin when his fiance had been attacked by obsessive stalkers, the poor young woman's identity revealed against her will-

And that's when everything changed, it seems like.

Maybe he'd realized how unrealistic a future with you would be if his brother and Bandmate couldn't even date a regular human woman. If he was to ever say out loud that he was in love with a hybrid of all things, his life would just shatter into pieces, wouldn't it?

Maybe that's the real reason he got rid of you. So he could keep on living his dream.

Jungkooks arms are pulling you now, somewhere dark, behind the store, and you can't see all of a sudden, as if something is blocking your eyes. It's dark, your sight gone, and you're sure you're trying to scream- But in a dream, no one hears you. Your ears are useless, ringing with the chime of a thousand bells, the blood rushing in your head drowning out anything else you could her. You want to yell, but even when alive, you'd never been able to scream either.

And as a ghost, could anyone even hear you at all?

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook imagine #bts jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader

[shinsouscatpisssmell]

Other woman pt.2

Pt.1

It's been weeks since the conversation on the phone... but you had agreed to meet up with her as you couldn’t help but see the lady that he went home to everyday.

"I feel like I said the first thing I should say is...I'm sorry. I promise I didn't know he was with you if—if I knew he was I -" the lady opposite of you silences you by putting her hand on top of yours.

She offers a gentle smile that calms your nerves as she speaks, " this has nothing to do with you,sweetheart. It's his fault. He knew what he was doing with all the sneaking around." She takes a sip of her coffee as you let her appearance. She was like those strong ceo business woman you see on the cover of magazines or in dramas. Just looking at her you get enamored by her short hair getting brushed out of her face or fixing the her white collard shirt, or even wiping dust off her folded long legs.

"I can't help but be jealous," she chuckled rubbing her thumbs against her knuckles as she excuses her embarrassment, " we had been trying for babies but it turns out...I could never get pregnant." This time it was your turn to comfort her giving her consolation.

" you have nothing to embarrassed about. I can't say I know how you feel...obviously," you both laugh as she wipes the corner of her eyes," but you are so much stronger than I could ever be. After our call 3 weeks ago I was breaking down everyday I was broken and hurt. I felt disgusting with myself. I-I wanted to get rid of the baby at least I was thinking heavily on it. I mean how is a free lance sports photographer supposed to care for a baby," you took a breather," but...but luckily I have two idiots that refused to not help me along the way." The air becomes lighter between you two as you air out all the dirty laundry you had between eachother.

"I was really dreading meeting you," you confessed taking the last sip of your drink before putting it on the table, "I'm sorry I kept putting it off. I felt so guilty."

"You have nothing to be guilty for, (y/n). To make it up to me let's keep in touch, yeah?," she fishes for her phone out her purse and signals for you to put your number in.

"I'd like that..truly." You punch in each digit before handing it back to her. The vibration from your phone alerting you to pick it up, "excuse me for a moment." You take it outside.

"(Y/n)? We have a problem." You could hear the panic in the voice on the other side.

"What's wrong sakusa?" You cup the device closer to your ear out of concern.

"Atsumu and Osamu were trying to surprise you with new maternity clothes and Atsumu being an idiot asked a lady how big her chest was because she looked the same size as yours...they are currently being kicked out of the store."

"...put them on," you sigh

"Yellow?" Atsumu asked if nothing was going on.

"How big is your chest? Really Atsumu. I haven't even gave birth yet and I already have two of the biggest children ever!"

"In my defense osamu didn't even try to stop me. You know I can't be trusted and! He asked this lady to hold her kid so he could practice with yours."

"well at least i aint going around asking pregnant woman their breast side you dumbass."

"yer the dumbass osamu." atsumu stated

"no you." osamu recountered as a fight broke out.

"hey!hey!hey! Calm yer asses down! Yer both are dumbasses. Thats why i leave sakusa in charge," you hear them about to speak in disagreeance, " i dont wanna hear a but from neither of ya. Yer asses are supposed to be at my place so we could look for houses for me to move." you huffed. And turn around to feel a pat on your back.

"i have to run. But, i'll see you soon." she kissed your cheek while handing you your purse," i beleive in you ,(y/n). Call if you need anything." she wipes away her lipstick mark off of you before walking away the click of her heels putting you in trance as you hold your cheek and smile to yourself.

"(y/n)? You there?" osamu called out.

"huh? Yeah, yeah..im here. Meet me in 30. I want some ice cream,ok?" 

They both agreed and you walked home while touching your cheek here and there feeling the faded lipstick mark on your cheek.

“maybe this wouldn't be as bad as you first thought.” You said aloud.

"THIS IS HELL!" you screamed in the hospital bed the epidural pumping into your system to have some sort of numbing effect as you crush the twins' hands in pain. It felt like forever that you were pushing as if they were taking multiple out of you. You don't even know the gender of the bundle of life as you wanted it to be a surprise on this day. The only ones knowing were close friends and family.

You could feel them pulling the newborn out and breathing out a sigh of relief before the same pain started creeping up again.

"Come on ms.(l/n)! Just one final push and you can see your second baby." The doctor says excitedly.

"Two?! Did he just two? As in 1,2?!" Looking panicked between the two boys and with a yell of exaggeration from the news you hear the piercing cry of a baby.

"Congratulations on two healthy girls ms.(y/n)." He hands one too Atsumu and the other to osamu.

"I have...two...how? Why? When?" You asked confused

"We'll this one," the doctor pointed to the one in atsumu's arms ,"was very quiet not even a peep from her when she came out."

"Welcome to the world, naruto and sasuke."Atsumu whispered.

"Atsumu I said I'm not naming my baby or babies that."

"But then they'll be kick ass like they're uncle 'Tsumu."

"More like assigning." Osamu rolled his eyes.

"'Samu, you ain't any better, wanting to name them after your lunch specials." You said laughing.

"Gotta promote and get ready for my two new employees at onigiri Miya's." He held the baby up like simba.

"Their names shall be...," you think of it for a minute looking into their eyes as they were a perfectly blended match of you and Suna, " Sahara and haneen." You held haneen’s hand.

"I'll give you both the world." You say kissing her tiny hand. They were two beautiful beings born into the world making all those thoughts

of guilt and shame go away into the trash.

#suna x reader #suna x y/n #suna x self insert #suna x you #suna rintarō #suna rintaro fic #suna rintaro x you #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintaro x y/n #x chubby reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu x poc!reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #haikyuu x plus size reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n

[alienaiver]

Can you share the Shinsou scenario that made you cry? 👀📠

I DONT NORMALLY WRITE ANGST SO... UH 🫡......i also cried again as i wrote it IDJIWAODJSEFSE 🤡 imagine my BETRAYAL as all i did was try and find some comfort before sleep????? 😨 i was so bamboozled

wordcount: 1.6k warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH but happy ending (trust me i guess), sfw, hurt/comfort, angst, MAJOR HURT, more of my Shinsou can't name cats for shit-shenanigans, gender neutral reader, no use of y/n, midoriya's there too and aizawa's mentioned, implied erasermic family, (i actually dont know much abt sleep cycles. ignore that), unbeta'd, not proofwritten, hope i didnt break ur hearts 😭

The curtains flutter in the wind as the only indication that anything’s changed in the apartment. You don’t notice it, comfortably resting in the REM-part of your sleep cycle. You’re currently walking through a field with flowers, incredibly picturesque and almost so dreamy that your mind seems half aware that it’s not awake – but not entirely. In your nostrils the scent of burned leather and ashes flare up, making you scrunch up your nose in confusion. You blearily clench your eyes tightly, both in reality and in the dream. That’s when you feel the arm lazily wrapped over your shoulder and onto your chest. You hear Shinsou sigh out tiredly before he noses into the nape of your neck. A half-hearted, sleepy groan leaves you at his audacity to come into bed directly from his nightshift. He knows better.

You grumble out some unintelligible words that sound close enough to a reprimand that he tightens his hold on you, “jus’ shut up. Just needed to smell and feel you real quick.”

There’s no bite in his voice and you lean back against him with a scowl, “you’re changing the sheets after your shower.”

He laughs lightly. It’s warm and gruff and so, so him. You love his sleepy, exhausted laugh the most and it brings a smile to your own face as you try to ignore the stench of the battlefield on him. You want to ask if he’s hurt but your eyes are drifting again, wrapped in his warmth like this.

You suppose he’d tell you to help wrap up wounds if he needed to. You nod off again.

What feels both like several hours and only milliseconds after you drifted off, your phone starts ringing angrily and noisily on the bedside table. You’re not one to have the sound on but whenever Shinsou has night shifts, you seem to switch it on as part of your own night routine. It makes you fall asleep easier, knowing they’ll be able to get through to you.

You nose your pillow for a few moments in hopes it’s just a dream before you clumsily reach out for it in blindness, knocking over the little cat figurine Shinsou bought for you the last time he was in Kyoto. Just as you have the phone in your grasp, you hear the doorbell ring as well. What time is it?

The screen is bright, painfully so and even as you squint your eyes, the name seems distorted, like you’ve forgotten how letters look. The contact picture tells you everything you need to, though, as a picture of Midoriya in a field of sunflowers you took last year paints the screen.

You pick up and before you’re able to even greet him, you hear the knock on your door. Huh. Midoriya does have a spare key – the doorbell might’ve just been to warn you he’s on his way. He says your name in a strained tilt you hear from him often at the office when he’s confronted with problems. It makes you raise your brows in confusion. You sit up and repeat his own name to him as your hands feel the sheets for Shinsou. He’s not there and based on the temperature he hasn’t been there for a while. Maybe he’s taking a bath. Normally he only takes showers after nightshifts, but based on the burned smell, you think he might need a minute.

Did he forget to report back that he went home? There are protocols for this, you think as you get up and find a shirt on the ground, letting Midoriya know you’re on your way to the door to let him in.

You settle easily onto the couch with Midoriya standing stiff by the coffee table. You laugh, “I’m sorry, I just woke up so… would you like a coffee? My manners are a little off,” you laugh, scratching the back of your neck. Midoriya doesn’t answer but smiles at you. He’s about to say something when you accidentally interrupt, “I’m sure Shinsou’s done in a minute in the bath. He doesn’t like long baths.” You don’t notice the way Midoriya grimaces before he can control his conflicting and confusing emotions at your words.

Midoriya bends down into a squat in front of you and takes your hands. His gloves are burned. He smells the same as Shinsou did.

Your name sounds foreign coming out of his mouth as you recognize the tone of his voice. You’ve stood next to him before, delivering news like this. Your mind instantly puts up walls and your eyes lose their light. He sees the change instantly and squeezes your hands, “at 2.32AM we received a request for support. There’d been a fire in a department store that’d spread to living quarters. They needed help evacuating.”

He tells you more – a lot more, given the fact that you’re colleagues. But you’re not sure how much you actually take in before you interrupt him with a borderline hysterical laughter, “’Zuku, he’s in the bath – he came home. He stank up our entire bed with the smell of burned skin and ashes. He smelled like you! I wouldn’t be able to think that unless…. Unless…” you sniffle and look up at Midoriya again, your eyes glassy and looking for any sort of hope yet finding none.

You try to get up. You need to check the bathroom, you bet his suit’s littered all over the bedroom floor on the way but Midoriya keeps you in place with his hands, begging you to calm down.

Calm down? You’re not even in a panicked state. You’ve seen loved ones break at this kind of news, you’re fine.

You’re fine because it’s not true.

It can’t be.

You’re supposed to have sukiyaki tomorrow. It’s his favorite. The groceries are in the fridge.

His birthday present is nestled in with your winter clothes where he doesn’t look, waiting to be opened on Saturday.

Your cat only wants to nap on his lap. Where’s she gonna go now?

Where are you gonna go now?

It’s like your spine breaks. You fall over, unable to hold yourself upright and Midoriya’s there to catch you, hushing and tutting. Clenching and caressing. Repeating strews and mixes of apologies and mutterings of encouragement. He’ll be there. They’ll all be there. Aizawa’s already on his way over here.

You can say goodbye at the hospital when you’re ready. Mise, the cat named after a store because she always showed up at the same time the convenience store opened and closed, can go with them and be with you at Aizawa and Yamada’s place. They’re even bringing a leash and a carrier so you won’t have to look for them.

You keep telling Midoriya to stop. Stop talking, stop planning, stop muttering.

He doesn’t listen. He keeps listing solutions like a bad coping mechanism, unable to really handle the loss himself.

He gets up slowly, not letting go of your hands. You hear his own bones crack and whine, being bent like this for so long.

How long?

At the loss of contact you didn’t want and was convinced you didn’t need; you panic. You start trashing, crying, screaming. You’ll fall apart if nobody holds you together right now. You need Shinsou to do so. You yell his name, his nickname, his full name. You yell everything you can’t keep in, in the hopes that he’ll come back. Come back and hold you.

You stand in the living room and your back suddenly feels wet; warm. There’re arms around you, clenching you and legs wrapped around your own legs. You’re lying down, not standing and you feel dizzy with that information. Mise already left the bed, perched on the dresser as to not get hurt in your pain. She doesn’t like seeing you like this, but she also doesn’t understand it. She trusts no one but Shinsou.

The sixth time he says your name your eyes shoot up and the brightness of your bedroom burns you, making you cave in on yourself with a shrill shriek. “There you are.” Shinsou’s voice says calmly, a hint of praise laced into his words. The koala grip he has on your body loosens as you find yourself, your breathing subconsciously following Shinsou’s caricatured deep breaths, the ones he knows your body will follow even if your mind can’t wrap their heads around it.

“’ts okay,” he hushes and kisses the back of your head, your cheek, “’m here. I’m here, my love.”

With snot and tears terrorizing your face you struggle to turn around. As soon as you see Shinsou’s face, it’s like a new wave of tears hits you, and a loud sob leaves you again, your hands traveling to his face to squeeze every square inch of it. He lets you. No raised eyebrows or jabs, just waits patiently for you to realize he’s there. He kisses your hand as it passes his lips and your breath hitches before another sob leaves you.

Then,

“The bed is soaked,” you cry out, hiccupping and sobbing. Shinsou laughs. He’d heard you trash around from his bath and ran to you the minute you yelled his name the first time. He’d promised to change the sheets before they got wet anyways. You’ll just sleep cuddled close on the couch instead he decides and leans in to kiss you properly. Your muscles all relax at the contact, flatlining into a relaxed state, only residual sobs leaving your body. He strokes your head and then lets his palm rest by your jaw, “I’m here.”

#bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha angst #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi angst #mha x reader #mha angst #nohr.writing #slapped this together for u anon bcos it was. intense. called a friend about it too JSJSJSJ

[seraph-of-sizes]

unsure if you write for them (feel free to ignore if you dont!), but g/t hcs for beidou and/or kaeya?

It was kinda hard to think of much for them since I don't have an established narrative of how tiny folks would be treated in Gen.shin. But here ya go!

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Beidou: Love her so much, I was a Beidou main for a tiny while before Kazuha had his rerun.

Giant/human size:

Large and in charge! She isn’t one to tiptoe around tinies, she would rather them either be able to tolerate her as her usual self than live around her in potential misery. It’s nothing personal, but if she lets just any ol’ tiny on one of the Crux’s ships someone is gonna get hurt.

She would happily let tinies sit on her shoulders, in a pocket or two, she’s never been more grateful to sleep like a corpse, since she doesn’t have to worry about rolling over and hurting anyone using her as a space heater.

If this woman ever met a tiny’s child, she will melt. Like her hard-headed attitude crumbles around infants, and tiny ones even more so. Like, what do you mean this little rice grain is a baby?

Beidou regularly makes stops in ports more often when she notices certain tinies are getting restless, since she knows the telltale signs of their need to move homes. 

She finds it crazy that some tinies like to be held and manhandled, though she hides her confusion with amusement as she becomes a jungle gym for the more energetic tiny kids.

Tiny/borrower size:

Good luck finding this woman if she doesn’t want to be found.

Regularly fights things that normal borrowers would run away from. She gets a reputation as a tiny that’ll fight a human if she has to.

She would likely find her way onto the Alcor at some point, and eventually she would end up as Captain through sheer will alone. 

She would be very particular about who can hold her, as much as she trusts certain people, she knows her life is literally in their hands. The only ones she trusts to grab her are Ningguang and Kazuha.

Kaeya: I would be lying if I didn’t say he carried me in early game. His Summer outfit is so pretty too.

Giant/human size:

TEASING. This mans needs to chill out (heh) or he’s gonna inevitably give a tiny a heart attack. He has been reprimanded more than once for dangling tinies by the backs of their shirts, or drinking alcohol while he’s supposed to be keeping an eye on the tiny ones of Mond.

As the Cavalry Captain of the KoF he sees more tinies than most normal citizens, since the KoF is responsible for the wellbeing of ALL citizens of Mond, big or small.

During the summer tinies will come find him just to be near him since his Cryo vision keeps the air around him cool in the overbearing heat of the summer. He makes a huge fuss because he can’t move with so many tinies on him, forcing him to sit down and work on paperwork all day. He loves it though.

In the winter the opposite is true, no tiny braves the cold air that seeps into their very bones while snow blankets the streets outside. It’s common for Kaeya to drink a lot of tea and coffee so at least his hands aren’t freezing cold if he has to pick up a tiny from outside.

Very few borrowers in Mond know about K’hanreiah, so he doesn’t feel as ostracized around them, and he can listen to compliments about his eye without flashing back to the day he got his vision.

Tiny/borrower size:

If Kaeya was a tiny, his whole life would likely have taken a much different path. Either the fight between him and Diluc never happened, or it did but Diluc quickly realized his overreaction and apologized. 

He would be far less cynical and could be spotted running all over the Dawn Winery’s main house. He would befriend all sorts of folks that would come to do business with Diluc, and would act as a second pair of eyes and ears for his brother. Especially if the Fatui is involved.

#genshin g/t #g/t writing #genshin impact g/t #giant!beidou #tiny!beidou #giant!kaeya #tiny!kaeya #blurby request

[fangswbenefits]

The quack is ready to attack, anons are supposed to hide bc they're nervous to own up to their HORNY thoughts!!! Not bc its easier to send hate!!! For this once to help comfort you, a soft miguel idea for the lovely ruby:

Imagine shopping w miguel, sweet girl or not, he's patiently standing besides you at all times. Makeup? He's holding out his wrist so you can try swatches. Clothing? Man REFUSES to let you hold the pile you've got, ignoring all the weird stares he gets as this giant ass man waits contently for his desrest to try on their next fit. Shoe shopping? Its worse than not letting you hold your own items, he's sitting you down, bringing the shoes to you and putting them on your feet. It's corny, embarrassing, and god hes just so hot for caring so much. And the little kisses to your ankle aren't helping.

And bro is an enabler. "Idk miguel, its kinda pricey for a shirt," "get it, who cares. Money isn't important" "i dont like it that much," "but you like, right? Price doesn't matter." Its a struggle to get him to STOP buying you things. If you look at an item for a second too long, he's paying for it already. He doesn't expect anything in return either, he would actually prefer it if you didn't try to repay him. He just wants you to have fun and be comfortable all the time.

If you somehow manage to buy something with your own money, that's when he becomes a pain in the ass. Huffing and puffing as you show him new things, frustrated that you wouldn't let him treat you. "You treat me all the time!" "And? What's wrong with one more?" When you both know his 'one nore treat,' is an endless pile. Like saying you'll do something tomorrow for the 10th day in a row.

Reassuring him its a surprise for later can either calm him down or make him even more frustrated. Bc surprises? Okay, he understands, suspense is important to a surprise. But also. If it's a surprise for him... you should've used his card... bc he doesnt want you spending money on him, this is supposed to be about you!

He will calm down eventually, hes just hurt his princess didn't let him take care of them. Even if it was for a soda, or a candy bar, or something small and that little, less than a dollar, hes frowning. He just wants to make sure you never worry about price :((

But he'll get over it. And he'll focus on time with you. He'll smile real wide if you come into HQ with the new clothing you've bought with him. If someone compliments you on it, he's smirking and whispering "told you, you look good." Unless its a flirty compliment, then you're inside his office with a kiss and gentle smile before hes walking out, locking the door behind him without you realizng, so he can go chase down whoever made a move on his sweet thing.

I hope this helped some, i really am sorry people think they can just spew such sensitive topics with no remorse, especially when they don't have a face to it. That makes it feel like they know its wrong, and yet they still do it. Sending you hugs and the reassurance that Miguel and Lyla would find their IP address and report them to the police for you <3

-🦆🦆🦆

The timing of this 🥺🩷 Miguel pampering his princesa??? YES PLEASE! And of course he wouldn’t expect anything in return…. that big big heart 😔🩷

Thank you so much for sending this, my friend!

#answered ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ #🦆 anon

[soapyghost]

I’ve been thinking so much about domestic soap recently. Like how much he struggles to keep his work life separate so that his partner doesn’t worry about him, while still wanting to share his worries and the more serious side of his life with them

My poor lil soapy boy.

Soap x GN! Reader

A/N- pure fluff, some mentiones of violence. Domestic soap, absolutely head over heels with reader. Gender neutral pet names.

Soap had been gone 2 weeks now and every hour that passes seems to hurt more than the last. You miss him so much and every minute without him is pure agony. His scent is starting to fade off the shirts he left at home. You’re sitting there watching yet another rerun and about to order some takeout when you hear the lock flick and the door creak open. Suddenly the grumbling of your stomach doesn’t matter, only him.

You leap up off the couch, phone thrown somewhere into the abyss between the cushions. You sprint around the corner to the door and are about to tackle Johnny to the floor but the sight before you stops you dead in your tracks. He’s hurt. His arm is in a sling and his face has more scars than when he left.

“Hey love” he croaks with a weak smile as he shrugs off his backpack. You try and say his name but all that comes out is a strangled whimper as you fall to your knees and tears stream down your face. You know this is always a possibility, that he gets hurt. That he won’t come home. But the harsh reality is standing in the doorway to your house. John rushes over to you and puts his one good arm around you as you convulse in sobs. “Hey hey hey, I’m right here shhh” he whispers trying his best to comfort me. A hiccup escapes your throat as you look up into his eyes, “w-what ha-happened?” You know you’re not supposed to ask, that’s his one rule; don’t ask about work. But you can’t help yourself, sure he’s come home hurt before but not like this. Soap smiled weakly, “why don’t we get you something to eat hon?”

Once he’s convinced you won’t fall into pieces without him holding you up, he finishes the takeout order you started on your phone and comes to sit next to you. You can see the pain in his eyes, he wants to tell you everything but he just can’t. He chews on his cheek, trying to think of how to tell you the last 2 weeks he’s been through.

Once you’re wrapped in a blanket with your takeout in hand he finally begins. He tells you of how he was deep in the cartel heart of Mexico. You can tell he’s trying not to tell you the gore filled details. He doesn’t want you to carry the trauma that he does. “Please Johnny. I want to know. I want to help” you plead. The tone in your voice softens him, he sighs and releases the tension in his shoulder.

“It was for Ghost” he laments “he got compromised. And I couldn’t let that happen. Not to him, not because of me” his eyes wander to the floor. “It was all my fault” he whispers. “If I hadn’t been so stupid. None of this would happen. Can you forgiv’ me lov’?” He looks up to you. Forgive him? For saving Ghost his best friend? “Baby there is nothing to forgive” you whimper as you tackle him into a hug. You hear him inhale sharply as you remember his arm and you shoot back to the other end of the couch. “You dont hav’ to be scared to touch me. I’m a big boy I can take it” he laughs. It’s a start. This is the most he has told you about a mission since you’ve been together. Slowly but surely you will become his person. The one he can tell even his horror stories to, just like he is for you.

Once you finish your takeout you offer to make Johnny some eggs, it’s his favorite meal after he comes home. Or so he tells you. He’d honestly eat a piece of burnt toast if it meant it was made by you. You hop up off the couch and crack open some eggs on the stove for him. You start doing a little dance while the eggs cook which garners a laugh from Soap who can see you from the couch. All you’re in is one of his oversized tshirts and some shorts. “God, how’d I get so lucky” he murmurs. You bring over his eggs on a plate with a giant smile on your face, “you can have these eggs on one condition” you giggle. “An’ what’s that lov’” he asks.

“Always come home to me”

#mw2 #mw2 x reader #soap mw2 #soap mctavish #john mctavish #johnny mctavish #soap x reader #modern warfare #reader x soap

[sapphic-agent]

Will work on my Izuocha ask. But here lets talk about Momo. She had a powerful OP quirk and so much potential but is shafted bc she has to be Mineta's target and also an "eye candy" for the fans. I say this as there many, many nsfw works of Momo where...well you get the gist.

1) Momo can create anything as long she can visualize in her mind. She could have been s great ally and friend to Izu as I think she would have to analyse her quirk (would be nice Izu having someone who does analyses too and isnt seen as "creepy")

2) Momo is rich. Extremely so, so why is she a hero? I know is an unfair question as we dont even get the answer for the mc(yes we got a generic "I want to help" but like come on this could have been more explored). But like if she is not doing for the money...then why? What is the endgoal? "I want to be a hero bc...bc!" Every kid, to me, seems to just want to be a hero bc yes (makes make me think: is the mkt in this world is that strong?)

3) Why she is wearing that uniform? While I get the intention of Izu having a costume that is "cosplay for poor" Why Momo used that? Did someone made her mind?(can see Midnight here but I admit I prefer her as a dark figure rather "she is the best woman on earth") like I know Hori did for fanservice but is a fanservice that hurts the character

4) is it canon she has meet Shoto before? Fanon seems to say in fics "Momo and Shoto are rich kids friends" which I mean, make sense as she is a heir (we dont even know what her family does) I ask this bc...IF this is true, did Momo had any positive thought about Endy?

5) Her quirk is super OP...and while I dont think she needs a quirk awaken I do think she, a minor in possession of such quirk needed more protection ...which makes me think if she was to have protection...would be bc of her op quirk or money?

1. I would love to see Yaoyorozu and Izuku interact more! I think they'd mesh well, especially since they're both intellectual people. Could have made for some fun scenes.

2. Yes, she needs a goal! Some have brought up that she could be the result of a successful quirk marriage that wasn't as abusive or dysfunctional as the Todorokis and tbh I think that's my headcanon now. They do imply that every kid wants to be a hero, but the kind of person she is I feel like it should go behind childhood dreams.

3. According to Horikoshi, this was Yaomomo's decision. Apparently, she wanted to show even more skin to make her quirk more accessible, but they restricted her (realistically, it's Hori being a perv). The theme of her suit is supposed to be "functionality" I'm guessing due to the kind of person she is. But the way her costume is, is more of a hindrance than a help. I said this to @anti-katsuki-lounge but she has no chest protection and the bookcase on her back could easily break her spine if she falls on it. I also always thought it would have made more sense for her to have an open back instead of an open chest since her back would be bigger space than her chest and she ends up ripping her shirt to make things out of her back anyway.

4. Yeah fanon is gonna have to take the L here. It's implied that Todoroki was completely isolated. Endeavor didn't even let him see his sibling let alone other kids. I'm almost sure he was homeschooled and even if he wasn't, Izuku was his first friend. And him and Yaomomo don't act like they knew each other beforehand, at most they knew of each other because of the recommendation exam.

5. Yes her quirk is super OP. Tbh, what would a quirk awakening for her even look like?

#momo yaoyorozu deserves better #momo yaoyorozu #mha critical #bnha critical

[smolweeblets]

Fuck work - Yelena x reader aot

A/n: Yelena tag has been so quiet so i wanted to contribute. Yall should write more fics for her again shes so amazing and cute and hot.

“Stop that.” You sigh tiredly as you smack the hand that's been poking at you for the past few minutes. The one that belongs to none other than your precious girlfriend. The girlfriend who was sitting in your chair, hugging you like a baby koala.

Yelena pouts for a few seconds, puffing her cheeks up and furrowing her eyebrows lightly. She still continues to repeat the action again after a moment though. You glare at her, not too seriously but you hoped was just enough to get her to stop.

It does not. And it is distracting. You were supposed to be working on a big essay you needed but your big baby of a girlfriend does not relent in her poking. You'd usually find the childish action cute, but today you were stressed and really needed to cram work. Needless to say, its was getting increasingly difficult to do just that.

“When are you gonna be doneee” Yelena whines, annoyed your attention is not fully on her. She always got clingy when she was at your dorm, she mentioned it was something about your scent or something making her all soft. You never took it seriously of course, and hearing her say it bought confused looks towards her from you.

“‘Lena. I said after 2 more paragraphs. Then i'll be all yours.” You declare firmly. She pouts again. That stupid little pout held so much power over you, but today you needed to be strong as the essay was due soon.

“You've been working for two hours already, a little break shouldn't be a problem.” She reasons out. She really is like a touch-hungry puppy, at this point you'd have no need for a dog because Yelena acted eerily close to one at times.

“And are you implying that you aren't already mine? I'm very hurt Y/n” Fake hurt feigned on Yelena's face, she unlatched from you for the first time in almost an hour to place the back of her hand on her forehead to emphasise her acting even more.

“I will smack you.” You jokingly bantered, fingers swiftly clicking the keys. The poking has finally stopped for a while, and the idle chatter was actually helping you think for some odd reason.

“Ouch… first you ignore our whole relationship and then you threaten to hit me… I'm so devastated right now dont talk to me.” Her acting continues, and yet her grip doesn't go slack in the slightest.

“Pff, stop hugging me first then” you chuckle softly, placing your hand on her face and pushing it away from you slightly.

“No.” She replies almost too quickly. You laugh at her response, an angelic sound to Yelenas ears. She blushes softly and gazes at you, thinking about just how perfect you are. Surprisingly she found herself thankful of you working for once, because it made you not notice her adoring gaze to tease her about it.

Her body tightens around you, deepening the hug to an almost suffocating level. She exhales relaxedly, loving just basking in your presence. It hurts but its fine, you love her. You can bear not breathing for a few minutes.

A few seconds of silence and keyboard clicking pass before Yelena cuts it. “I love you.” Your eyes widen in surprise, you are not used to her saying the phrase out loud. But now that she has you feel like you're going to melt. Your face feels hot, and your chest almost hurts now (out of love, not from Yelena's bone-crushing grip).

“Where'd that come from? And I love you too, you big baby.” You grinned out. Both of you felt absolutely elated to be in each other's presence. It was a nice moment in your little room, comforting silence enveloping you both like a warm comfy blanket.

Eventually you finally stood up, shaking Yelena off your back and stretching your arms and groaning. Your shirt lifted slightly, giving Yelena a good view of your stomach. She pokes it, revelling in its softness.

You quickly smack her hand away as you giggle, “Hey-! Don't do that, it tickles.” Your face was annoyed, but the soft smile on your face gave away your real feelings.

“Whattt? You looked cute, so I took the chance.” She chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction.

“Aghhh whatever- anyways, i'm good for today so we can go do anything you want.” You yawned out quietly. Yelena got closer to you, standing up and angling you chin to make you face her.

“Heh, anything~?” Yelena smirked, eyebrows going up and down suggestively.

“Oh fuck off you perv.” You playfully push away Yelena's face while grinning, making her break and get into a fit of chuckles.

She quiets down after a bit, mirroring your gleeful grin.“Okay but seriously do you want to get food? Watching you work made me hungry.”

“Oh my poor girlfriend, so exhausted after watching her partner work on a grueling essay. So hard on my poor Yelena, she deserves much more food than me.” You dramatize, exaggerating your expressions.

“Oh well I'm going by myself then- since you know, my girlfriend doesn't appreciate my efforts.” Yelena shrugs as she starts moving towards the door.

“Hey I didn't say any of that! Stop im coming with you-” You rush to be by her side, smacking her arm lightly. Pouting while looking at her.

“Heh, that's what I thought, so where do you want to go?”

Ps: reqs are *still* open

#yelena x reader aot #yelena x reader #yelena #yelena x you aot #aot x reader

[n04hfiction]

hello:)! this is for the shipping post :D! i hope u have a good rest of ur day !! My name is genesis, but my friends call me gen 😽!! I am mexican American and my mother tongue is spanish:). I am the youngest out of 5 kids.

4 my physical appearance : I have straight brown hair, big green eyes, pale skin,and a shit ton of freckles! I also wear glasses. I have curtain bangs as well👍🏻. I do have muscles but its the most visible on my arms tho 😽 i am 5’1 .

4 my style: Most of my clothes are hand me downs from my siblings🤧 so i dont really know. I usually wear at my house is a tank top and some men shorts. When i’m going out i wear cargo pants/jeans/shorts and a random t-shirt/tank top. When its cold i wear my brothers clothes 😭😭Like some black jeans , a random hoodie , and a puffer jacket and a beanie. When i have special events i wear 2000s type dresses and a pair of my sisters heels. My friends say my aesthetic is kinda of the spiderman in the spider verse? Yeah kinda like that so idk 🤷‍♀️. But i have a pair of green nikey shoes my mom gave me. And those were the first shoes my mom gave me that were new 😭😭so those r the shoes i wear. I wear a gold dog pendant (like the rectangle ones) That has the date of when my dad passed away. I wear that all the time c: 

4 hobbies : I LOVE DRVING SO MUCH :DD !! I saved moved a lot of money and after a few pay checks from working, I got my first car 😸!! I love listening to music! Tupac,kaili uchis, winsin y yandel, joji, steve lacy are my current favs <3. I like drawing once in a while 2 :]. But driving is so much fun i luv it

4 personality : I am a pisces and extroverted! My friend says i’m kind and funny. My mom said that i am a “young dumb person with a smart mind and a lot like ur dad”😟. My 2 sisters say that i’m a “very forgiving person, and playful, but I need to think abt stuff more instead of being impulsive.” My 2 brother says that i’m “funny , smart, loyal but u have a temper”. My love language is quality time and acts of service :). Also being annoying 😭 like if i hug someone , i am gonna tickle them until it hurts, or if ur taking a nap , im gonna come in and blast daddy yankee and wake u up, Or ur sitting on the couch , i’ll go sit in ur lap and get comfy 🤧🤧

i ship you with sapnap!!

sapnap will take your glasses and either hide them or put them on his face and refuse to take them off XD he lowkey loves doing it, especially if you can’t see that well without them, cuz he’s a little shit most of the time, but it’s all in good fun

he also loves that your style is just a mix of your siblings hand-me-downs, because he loves to throw his clothes at you and saying, “here, hand-me-downs” he also loves buying matching clothes as well as sharing clothes. sometimes when going through your closet he’ll find a bunch of clothes he forgot he gave to you XD

and in one of my previous sapnap posts i mentioned that sapnap is a passenger princess who loves to scream to his fav songs as loud as possible xD so that definitely applies. your guy’s drives are usually late night ones. so i can imagine when the windows are rolled down and it’s hella late he’ll scream his favorite songs pretty obnoxiously lmfao some bystanders get kind of annoyed lmfao

he loves your kind and cherishing personality, but he thinks your (supposed) temper is funny XD he does enjoy teasing you for it ajsjsjnsns

and he is def the kind of person who loves to exist separately if that makes sense, like be in the same room doing different tasks, and he loves doing simply things for you. especially cooking

#dsmp #dsmp fanfic #dsmp x reader #dsmp x hc #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x you #x reader #x you #x y/n #dsmp smut #dsmp fluff #dsmp fanfiction #fluff #smut #headcanons #dsmp x male reader #reqs open #matchups #smp #dsmp sapnap #sapnap x reader #sapnap x y/n #sapnap x you #cc!sapnap x reader #cc!sapnap #sapnap mcyt #mcyt sapnap #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #sapnap

[louscartridge]

dating mandy milkovich hdcns

tw-  gn reader, mentions of being shitfaced, mickey jokingly kicking your side, mentions of smoking, kash and ian, swearing, slight nsfw, kissing, slight aruging, sholder sove mention, sleeping, mickey mentioning jerking off, cuddleing, the l word, neck kisses, mickey walking in on you guys, stealing, shirt ripping

-you first met mandy at Kash n Grab 

- you were trying to get some cigs but linda wouldnt let you

-mandy bought them for you

- “i know your not 21 kid”

- “yeah well neither is ian but your husband doesnt seem to mind”

- taking each others clothes and jewelry all the time

- dying each others hair

- “ i swear to god if you make my hair fall apart im ripping your favorite shirt beond repair”

- getting absolutely shit faced together, falling asleep in the living room and mickey waking you guys up before terry sees you

- “wake up” *kicks you in the side lightly* “yo come on wake up. you guys gotta go somewhere else, terrys gonna be back soon”

- absolutely screaming music

- flyleaf

- kittie

- mitski

- ayesha erotica

- sub urban

- chase atlantic

-and more

- “oh my god how the fuck am i supposed to jerk off hearing this” - mickey

- doesnt cuddle verry much but when she does. its the BEST.

- she likes being the little spoon

- rubbing her arms or stomach with you thumb in circles

- she said ‘i love you first’

- she didnt mean to honestly she was terrified once she realized what she said

- there wasnt toilet paper in the bathroom

-  “hey y/n/n can you get me some toilet paper!”

- “thanks, love you”

- you both kinda freeze

“oh my god i am so sorry i-”

- “ i love you too”

- shes definitely a power bottom

- shes so good at going down on you omg

- neck kisses/hickey for both of you

- kisses your neck and makes her way down

- mickey definitely walks in on you a few times

- “ i- OH MY GOD” slams the door* “at least put something in front of the door next time jesus christ” (we know none of those doors in that house besides the front lock)

- ian ‘distracting’ kash so you guys can steal some stuff

- you argue/fight very little

- when you do its either bc of jealousy, one you is drunk or one of you did something stupid

- the first time it happend mickey was rly confused

- “the hell? i dont think they’ve ever fought”

- “y/n i swear your so stupid sometimes! everything was going just fine untill you decided-”

- “mandy!” “ what mickey” “the fuck is going on?” “ linda caught me trying to steal shit and cunthead over here tho-” “ok i get it! they were trying to help boo ho”

- shoulder shoves

- never really physically hurt each other

- make up sex

- she may not like cuddleing but shes all of pda

- whether it be holding your hand, an arm around your shoulder, arm rapped around your sholders, ANYTHING

-it makes her feel safe and makes it clearer your both taken

#shameless #mandy milkovich #mandy milkovich x reader #shameless x reader #x reader #reader #y/n #x y/n #jane levy #emma greenwell #jane levy x reader #milkovich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian milkovich #mickey gallagher #gallagher

[lyadontknowmel]

Okay but hear me out and prepare for a rant about our lovely Grindeldore

All too well (10 minute version) by Taylor Swift is one of the top songs that describe Gellerts and Albus' relationship.

And I was thinking on the drive down, any time now

He's gonna say it's love, you never called it what it was

'Til we were dead and gone and buried

^ "Because I was in love with you" being said when they fell apart already

Check the pulse and come back swearing it's the same

After three months in the grave

And then you wondered where it went to as I reached for you

But all I felt was shame and you held my lifeless frame

^ Them touching each others hearts during the duel

Maybe we got lost in translation

Maybe I asked for too much

^ Gellert's pov cause he wanted to do horrible things

But maybe this thing was a masterpiece

'Til you tore it all up

Running scared, I was there I remember it all too well

^ Gellert's pov again because Albus was the one to leave

And you call me up again

Just to break me like a promise

^ Them constantly being forced to meet or think about each other

So casually cruel in the name of being honest

I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here

'Cause I remember it all, all, all

^ Albus' pov cause Gellert is cruel in the name of "freedom". Also Albus is always reminded about Gellert even as a headmaster for example with the Elder Wand

They say all's well that ends well

But I'm in a new hell every time you double-cross my mind

^ Everyone telling Albus its okay now cause Gellert is locked but not knowing how much pain Albus is going through

Some actress asking me what happened, you, that's what happened, you

^ I dont think I have to explain

But then he watched me watch the front door all night, willing you to come

And he said, "It's supposed to be fun turning twenty-one"

^ Gellert wishing Albus would come back

Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it

^ They both cant and never actually move on

I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it

^ The whole thing changed and hurt them both deeply and they will never be the same

After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own

Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone

But you keep my old scarf from that very first week

'Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me

You can't get rid of it

'Cause you remember it all too well, yeah

^ In the beggining of SoD its the blood pact, then for Albus its Elder Wand

'Cause there we are again when I loved you so

Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known

^ They never had anyone else ever again. They never loved anyone that much. And probably never trusted anyone else that much either

And I was never good at telling jokes but the punch line goes

I'll get older but your lovers stay my age

From when your Brooklyn broke my skin and bones

I'm a soldier who's returning half her weight

^ They changed. They are scarred for life and will never heal

And did the twin flame bruise paint you blue?

Just between us, did the love affair maim you too?

^ I dont think I have to explain

#grindeldore #dumbledore x grindelwald #gellert grindelwald #albus dumbledore #fantastic beasts secrets of dumbledore #fantastic beasts #secrets of dumbledore #all too well 10 min version #all too well #taylor swift #harry potter #lgbtq #gay couple #gay love #ggad

[jordanstrophe]

Totally not a scenario with my ocs-

Could we get a hero that used to be a villain, and is imprisoned by current villain (who used to be a hero)? Hero is totally afraid but thinks they deserve it(bonus points if villain secretly feels a little guilty)((bonus bonus points if restraints are involved))

Thank you love your writing ok bye!

Thank you so very much! I don’t do hero/villain often, but when I do I swap some names around to keep it a lil more on theme. I hope you enjoy!

CW: Kidnapped, restrained, bit of a whumper turned caretaker, fresh season of angst but the cap broke off and dumped the bottle. Oops

Whumpee shivered while kneeling on the cold hard floor. Their arms and ankles were bound behind a pole at their back; it was just tight enough it could double as a stress possession in about ten more minutes...

"Familiar, isn't it?" Whumper spoke, eyeing them up and down a little nervously. They spoke softly, but they were paranoid that whumpee could break free at any moment.

"Familiar? ... If the roles were the other way around, then yes, yes I suppose you're right." Whumpee huffed with a light chuckle. "What happened to you, whumper? You used to be like me, 'the good ones' people called it..." Whumpee said in a pleading tone. Whumper's expression then swapped from concern, to anger.

"What happened to me? ... What happened to you! You started this role, you planted the seed! I’m just picking up where you left off!" Whumper snapped, holding a hand to their chest like they were pointing at themselves.

"I know, I know." Whumpee murmured quietly. "But what I started wasn't just wrong, it was disgusting. And the fact that you continued something I tried to kill makes you worse!" Whumpee lost composure piece by piece after every word; but by the end, they fell quiet and their face paled.

They did start this.

Whumpee sighed and hung their head, feeling strain in their shoulders from the binds. 

They deserved this fate.

"Do whatever you want. Keep me here, insult me, tortured me; it doesn’t matter. Just... Please, don't finish what I started. let it go." Whumpee begged. They couldn't feel it, but they heard tears tacking against the floor between their knees.

It was silent for too long. They risked a glance already wincing, prepared for a strike, a slap, a grab-   But when they looked up, whumper just stared at them in horror. Eyes wide with gloss, lips trembling like they were speaking, but no sound came.

"Y-you... Think I would hurt you?" Whumper stammered, wringing their hands against the base of their shirt. They knew the path they went down was stern, but when did whumpee think they became a monster?

Whumpee flinched their head higher when whumper abruptly stepped forward and was behind them, roughly grabbing their wrists and undoing their binds.

"Whumper what are you doing?!" Whumpee shouted, wriggling loose the second they could. They were the first to snap to their feet, back pressed against the wall staring at whumper like an alien.

"Just go, okay?! I just-... I can't-... I messed up, alright?! I need to think and I can't do it with you here!" Whumper aggressively waved their arm at the door with a red face.

Whumpee was pale, confused, conflicted. Whumper wouldn't look at them as they only stared at the ground with their fists balled; hoping when they looked, up whumpee would be gone.

But they didn't go. Instead, In the tiniest, hesitant voice they spoke:

"Come with me"

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