#it's for the anon who wished for my pillow to be cold on both sides x

[ssahotchnerr]

no but imagine pre-relationship aaron with fem!reader who can fall asleep anywhere & in the most uncomfortable positions known to mankind 💀 aaron is both terrified and amazed bcs how do you keep doing that 😧 but then every time he sees you like that he slowly & carefully arranges you in a more comfortable position 🥹🫶🏻 & the team gives him shit for it 💀

(luvie can I be 🪷 anon 🥹🫶🏻)

makeshift

omg stop i love that cw; fem!reader, bau family banter, pining aaron <333

falling asleep in a federal prison, may seem like a hard thing to do. surrounded by the worst of the worst, distant yells from the inmates floating down the hall, the mere location itself. but apparently, not for you.

the facility was currently on lockdown, meaning no one was going in or out, and therefore you were stuck overnight. as a result, the warden offered one of the locker rooms to be strictly the bau's 'break room', so to speak.

after his last, rather unpleasant interview of the evening, aaron was hellbent on a fresh, but not very good, cup of coffee. as he pushed the door open and entered, his focus diverted straight to you.

you were laid across a steel bench - eyes closed, hands clasped over your stomach, absolutely gone to the world. however, if you moved an inch - or probably less - would you completely topple onto the hard floor.

"you're kidding." aaron deadpanned as he looked at you in pure astonishment, coffee long forgotten.

"she's been like that for thirty minutes now." jj commented from where she was leant against one of the sets of lockers, head bent down as she scrolled through her phone. "but are we surprised?"

"nah," derek snorted lightly. "but hey, better than the floor."

"tell me about it." a low grumble came from reid, somewhere.

aaron's face pulled into one of discomfort, his brows drawing into a line above his eyes. the surface you were asleep on, had to be cold, for starters, by nature of the material and the a/c was still kicking in high gear despite the cooler temperature outside. the flat metal had to be highly uncomfortable, no cushion underneath you at all, most likely digging into your shoulder blades. you'd inevitably be waking up to an angry back, which aaron knew from experience - from past events where you miraculously drifted off in questionable positions.

eager to lessen the outcome, aaron shrugged his suit jacket off his shoulders. he balled it up, situating it snug under his arm.

next, he crouched beside you, cradling your head in his hand as he lifted it gently. at the movement, you stirred, a small noise escaping you and aaron froze, waiting for you to settle back down before resuming his actions. part of him feared his current, drumming heart would somehow rouse you more.

but once you had, he slid his jacket underneath your head - a makeshift pillow. it wasn't much, but it would at least alleviate some of the pressure collecting in your neck, and you wouldn't be as sore when you awoke. the next thing he had to figure out, something to lay on the ground, on either side of you, to soften the fall in case you were to-

"that's real cute hotch." derek grinned, grabbing aaron from his thoughts. "when you make up my bed next, can you add one of those pillow chocolates? thanks."

"funny."

aaron stole a glance at you, a calmness brushing over him and the ends of his lips daring to tug upwards into a smile. he couldn't help himself - sure, he wished you weren't fast asleep on a bench that could cause potential harm if you budged, but it didn't hide the fact that you were, well, you.

his hopeful, hidden attempt didn't go unnoticed by one person though, who naturally had to open their big mouth.

"that's nothing compared to that case in montana," aaron shot dave a pointed look to quit it, but only got a wink in return. "hotch practically carried-"

"dave."

"aaron." dave quipped back, an eyebrow quirked high in amusement, but fell silent. although, his witty expression didn't falter, as if he were noting to aaron that it wouldn't be difficult at all to be persuaded to continue.

"whoa whoa there, rossi," morgan straightened his posture, a hand out. "go on."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x fem!reader #criminal minds drabble #aaron hotchner drabble #criminal minds fanfiction #hotch imagine #criminal minds x you #🪷anon

[outsideratheart]

Birthdays in Bed (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: Happy Birthday to the queen herself! To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it.

The sun peaking through the blinds was the reason why Alexia woke up. Although, if you were to ask her she would say the lack of your presence was the real culprit. 

She buried her head into your pillow. The scent of your wild berries shampoo flooded her senses but the coldness she felt on your side of the bed caused her in groan in disappointment. 

Where were you? That was her first question. Alexia soon got her answer when she looks over to the baby monitor. Your son’s crib was empty. 

She pushed herself up the bed and reached down to the floor to get her t-shirt you had gladly stripped her of the night before. Her left foot was out the cover but just as she was about to get up she heard tiny footsteps outside the door. What followed made her heart melt. 

“Shhh mama, Mami’s sleeping. Need to surprise her” your son’s accent was a mixture of Spanish and English but the latter was that little bit stronger when he spoke in your language. 

“I know bubs. That why I told you to stay with me whilst I got everything ready” your voice was one that Alexia could pick out from a mile away. 

Jordi, your two year old, tried to shush you again but ended up giggling at the way his mouth vibrated.  

It was a sound that Alexia loved and if asked she would say it was her favourite, tied with yours of course. 

The door slowly opened. It revealed your son in a tiny birthday hat and you carrying a tray with a selection of food on it. 

“Mami, you’re awake” Jordi playfully smacked his head. The dramatics he had picked up from his mami. 

“We wanted to surprise you” you told your wife who laid in bed content with the scene in front of her. 

“Don’t say it. I say it” the little boy stumbles over to his parents bed. 

You wanted to help him get up onto yours and Alexia’s bed as it was rather high for someone his size but you knew he’d stop you. The determination on his face and the way his tongue sticks out the side of his mouth was very familiar. 

“Surprise mami” Jordi launched himself at Alexia and peppered many sloppy kisses all across her face. 

“Feliz cu-“ you are cut off by your son. 

“No mama. I say it” once again Jordi stops you from uttering the words. He wanted to be the first one to wish his mami a happy birthday. 

“Feliz Cumpleaños” your son tries his hardest to perfect the pronunciation and the effort alone causes both you and Alexia to smile proudly. 

“Gràcies mi pequeño tesoro”  

You place the tray down and joined your little family in bed. Jordi was snuggled into Alexia’s side with his head buried in the crook of her neck. You took advantage of the boy’s lack of vision and kissed your wife. 

“Happy birthday my love” 

Alexia pulled you back in for a couple small kisses. 

Jordi eyes you both before pointing to the food. The boy had an appetite bigger than both yours and Alexia’s combined. 

“Well, what is this?” Alexia asks him. 

“We made breakfast. Look!” He carefully grabs a plate and gives it to Alexia. 

She inspects the fruit salad and although she is very grateful for the gesture, she did expect something a little more sugar based. 

“There is fruit” Jordi point the colourful bowl “and pan con tomate” his Spanish accent was adorable “juice and water” 

“Is there anything else?” Alexia asks him. 

“Nope. Mama says no sweets for breakfast” Jordi replies. 

It was true. You wanted your son to eat healthily with a few sweet treats. Breakfast however was a time to get the nutrients your bodies needed before the day started. 

Your son didn’t seem to care though because he takes a bite of the toast with no further questions. 

“It’s my birthday” Alexia pouts at you. 

“There’s Panellets in the kitchen” you grab a piece of strawberry out the bowl. 

“Mi amor, it’s my birthday” Alexia repeats herself. It was the one day of the year where she secretly loved how much you loved to celebrate her. Every year since you started dating you would bake her a cake. This year she hoped the tradition would continue. 

“The cake comes later. We have a game to play” 

“Ok. Cake later and some other desserts I think” your wife raised her eyes playfully as she kissed the side of your neck. 

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas one shot #alexia putellas imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot #woso imagine #barcelona femeni x reader #barcelona femeni one shot #barcelona femeni imagine #espwnt x reader #espwnt imagine #espwnt one shot

[stuckinapril]

you literally give such good advice, like you give such wise big sister vibes/the woman in ur life you know thats older than you (or is just wise) and wish was ur sister!! Like ugh how are you so wise? im only a teen so i couldnt be that wise bc i havent lived that long but you help me see the world in such a beautiful way, i'm seeing beauty in everything now and im calmer, get more sleep, my mental health is better and im even doing better in school, you are truly an angel

i hope everything you want works out well for you, and both of your sides of the pillow are cold (or warm, whatever you'd like)

i hope to meet more people like you one day, i just wanted to reach out and say ty for sharing your thoughts on here for everyone to see because they're so beautiful and great! And they just help me sm everytime i see them

off topic but i SWEAR everytime im about to get upset or something weird happens i go on tumblr (coincidentally) because im overwhelmed and i go on my phone to cope, go on tumblr and see you on feed and im like why was i upset lmfao?

!!! absolutely no words. thank you so so much for your kindness. i always figured that anon would be a way to hide behind a mask and say absolutely horrible things; it never crossed my mind that there are people w such warm, burgeoning hearts out there that they’d use it as a means to drop in joy without expecting anything for it. i am actually blown away. this means more to me than u will ever know.

my anxiety (and just struggling to function in general) peaked when i was a teenager. it was a time i would’ve wanted nothing more than someone to reassure me that things would get better. so (at the risk of sounding very cheesy) now i strive to be that for people who need it, or genuinely just an outlet for anyone who wants to let out their thoughts bc i know that helps too. i’m literally just a 21 year old w raging female thoughts, still learning and messing up and re-learning and everything in-between, but i’m really glad my long-winded thinkpieces help u anon <3 like truly touched & grateful it had some sort of impact, however big or small it may be. will be ur big sister whom u could vent to always and forever. this is us

#I LOVE U !! #elated to see a girl winning #<3 #ask

[nextinline-if]

soft there-was-only-one-bed? 👉🏼👈🏼

Okay! So sorry this took so long!! I was like "soft" and my mind was like "lol you don't even know what that is." But thank you anon for your ask <3

Not sure I did well with this one. Also, here's a similar ask in case anyone is interested:

I'll do this for late-stage crushing/feelings but haven't told MC. CW: RO and MC touching a bit

Constantine

Constantine's heart races as you both look at the single bed. But his heart has been racing since the innkeeper told you there was only one. He's longed to be close to you, to feel your warmth next to his.

He only wishes he could read your mind right now. Constantine turns his head slightly so he can glance over at you. You turn to look into his eyes.

He rubs the back of his neck and gives you a sheepish smile. "Are you sure it's alright to share?" Please say yes.

You nod your head and he lets out a relieved breath.

You both get settled into the room and then make your way to the bed. He pauses, watching as you get in and start to get comfortable. Then he climbs in next to you. He tucks his arms under his pillow as he lays on his side, facing you. Because he wants to reach out so badly and pull you close.

He squints his eyes in the dim light and sees that you're shivering a little. After taking a deep breath to try and calm his nerves, he quietly asks, "Hey, are you cold?"

You open your eyes to look at him. "Yeah," you whisper back.

He moves closer to you but is careful not to touch you. How would you feel in my arms? "Is that better?"

"Yes…but could you come closer?"

His heart pounds in his ears. Although the candlelight is dim, you can both see there is no space left between you. If he moves closer, you'll be touching.

"Please," you plead. He can't draw his gaze away from yours as he moves closer. A small smile finds its way to your lips. You reach a hand out and gently grab his arm, tugging it to wrap around you.

Constantine clears his throat. "Better?"

"Better," you say as your eyes start to close.

Felix

Felix frowns as he looks at the single bed. Because now he’s confronted with his feelings. These sour little moments of meaning that he’s been running from. He can barely admit the way he feels. The way when he looks at you, he can almost believe that this world is not worthless. That when you smile at him, he starts to think he can take on every challenge. And how when your fingers brush his, he has to rely on every shred of willpower to not tell you that he would do any thing you ask of him.

Meanwhile, while his heart and mind wage a civil war, you’re already in bed. You tilt your head at him. “Are you coming to bed?”

He tenses. Have you gone mad, love? How am I meant to share a bed with you without whispering my love aloud? “No, I think I’ll go have a drink. Goodnight.”

But your voice stops him from turning the handle. “Won’t you stay?”

Felix swallows. He doesn’t like how this love thing feels.

But he knows that’s not true. He would choose to love you a thousand times over. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes, I want you,” you say quietly. He turns around, eyes landing on you. “To stay,” you quickly add, unable to meet his eyes.

Felix can’t help but chuckle, even if he wishes you’d only meant the first part. “Of course. I knew what you meant.” His smile makes your heart race.

He walks over to the bed and climbs in, laying next to you, careful not to touch you. You look into his eyes. “I don’t think you have any clue what I want,” you tell him.

He brushes a thumb across your cheek. “Let’s stop talking before we make a mess of things,” he whispers.

Margaret

Margaret loathes the way her heart cannot slow as she stares at the lone bed.

But she knows that she only feels this way because she doesn’t know how you feel.

Do you long for her touch, too? Or will this night be misery for you.

But you don’t allow her thoughts to stray anymore because you glance at her with your gentle eyes and soft smile. The looks that makes her knees weaken and her own lips curl up. I pray you never stop looking at me like this. May the gods grant my blessing.

She clears her throat, drawing her eyes away from you. “I’m not tired, so you can have the bed to yourself.”

“Margaret,” you say, exasperation in your voice.

“Yes, darling?”

“Stop being silly. We’ll share.”

And there it is again - the sound of her rapid heartbeat overtaking the space in her mind. She lets out a shaky breath before turning to look at you fully. “I wasn’t aware royalty shared.”

You walk over to the bed before responding. As you pull back the cover, you utter words that cause her to freeze: “Well, only for those we care for.”

You’re teasing. She knows that. But why won’t you look at her? She walks closer, stopping next to you, and grabs the edge of the blanket, tracing the thread with her fingers. “You care for me?” Her voice is quiet and she wants to hide under the blanket. Why did I ask that?

She shakes her head in annoyance as her face heats up. You slide your fingers along the blanket until they brush hers. Her head snaps over to your direction. “Of course,” you whisper as you meet her eyes. “Now, let’s get some sleep.”

Margaret knows she won’t be getting any sleep tonight. But she crawls in next to you anyway.

F

F opens the door, but you place a firm hand on their arm. “Where are you going?” you ask.

“To ask for another room. I don’t want to bother you.” They avoid your eyes. I want nothing more than to be by your side. Now. And forevermore.

“There are no other rooms,” you tell them, using your free hand to close the door. “Besides, it would bother me more if you left.”

They give you a confused look. “Why?”

You pull your hand away and walk over to the bed, unable to look at them when your stomach is full of butterflies. “Because I would miss you.”

They walk to the other side of the bed and sit on the edge, looking out at the night sky. “Don’t say that,” they say. Say it again.

“Why not?” you ask as you settle into the bed.

They slowly get in after you, mulling over their response. “Because it will give me hope.”

You move closer, looking into their eyes. “Good,” you reply, a small smile on your lips. They suck in a breath as your fingers find theirs. But they can’t find the words to respond. And they don’t think they need to. Their feelings are clear from the way they’re looking at you.

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#anon reply #interactive fiction #f faramund #constantine dimas #felix faramund #lady margaret #prompt response

[princessbrunette]

Sending love and well wishes to you especially princess but also to every anon and person who keeps this little community going💖 idk how you guys come up with the things you do but you all deserve to have your pillows be cold on both sides for eternity to rest your pretty and smart little heads on

i agree !!! my lovely nonnies are the backbone of this blog. there’s no princessbrunette without ‘em 💕💕💕💕💕

#anon

[bbrissonn]

my goal in 2024 is be more productive on here, writing wise. like especially in the last couple of months ive not been writing, so yeah gonna try to do better next year.

with that being said, i wish you all a lovely 2024 full of happiness and whatever else your little hearts desire. thank you all again for all the love you’ve shown my account not only this year, but for the last two.

you all truly mean a lot to me, especially the ones who stayed while i disappeared for like half a year.

also to everyone i was friends with on here before i wen m.i.a, i hope you’re all doing well in your own little universe that is your blog. and to everyone who supports us creators, interact with our posts, send us anons, ect. may both sides of your pillows be cold for the whole year to come 🤍🤍

#lots of love to everyone on here #stay safe besties !!!

[dokoni-mo]

Vader sighed to himself as he stared out in the vast sky of space. You were still sleeping in bed, but with his inability to rest as you did, it irritated him from time to time. He wasn't jealous with you about it, and never would be, though there were times he wished he could sleep beside you. But it was something that would be unachievable for him, for the both of you, or so he thought.

You had already been awake for a few minutes pretending to be asleep as you could feel the frustration begin to roll off him. Quietly you sat up in bed, knowing what was irritating the man you loved, but there wasn't much you could do. At least until you had started to talk to medics in private to learn ways of easing insomnia, a couple of them had turned out to be quite helpful.

As quietly as you could, you slipped out of bed to walk over to your lover, grabbing his hand after he draped his cloak over your shoulders to keep you warm from the cold space station air. Your head rested against his arm, fingers interwoven with his as your eyes gazed upon the same stars his did.

After a quiet moment, you tugged his hand as you stepped out from under his cloak.

"Come with me." You kept your voice soft as he turned his head to look down at you.

He allowed you to lead him to the bed before you climbed on it to stand up. Your hands swiftly undo the clasp on his cloak to pull it off his shoulder and toss it to the foot of the bed. You settle yourself down at the head of the bed with a pillow in your lap, back resting against the headboard.

"Lay down for me." You kept your voice soft with a warm smile on your lips.

You could feel his curiosity, and his disdain for being given an order, but he complied, resting his head on the pillow in your lap. You hands dropped to his shoulders, rubbing gently through the fabric of his suit. Your warm smile grew as a soft sigh escaped past them, feeling your lover begin to relax under your touch. Slowly you work your way down his chest and then back up to his shoulders, his body continuing to relax under your hands.

It wasn't something you knew he allowed himself very often, to completely relax, for he saw it as a sign of weakness. But you cherished the short moments he did, exposing the soft side of him to you. Your hands continued to work through his dense muscles, reveling in how firm they were as they melted from the gentle heat of your hands.

Before long, your lover had completely relaxed at your touch and in your presence, all sensations of his frustration and irritation with his inability to sleep gone. You knew he wasn't truly sleeping, but he was at least well relaxed in your lap. A soft sigh escaped past your lips as your head rested against the headboard, your mind floating in the faintest whisper of sleep, content that you had been able to ease some of your lover's suffering.

Sorry for the lost post, I've been in a soft fluff mood all day.

- Cape Anon

DONT YOU DARE APOLOGIZE FOR SUCH A BOUNTIFUL MEAALLL SJSHABQKOSIA OH MY GOD THIS IS SO TENDER 😩😩😩

As someone who also has killer insomnia i FEELLLLLL our boys pain and like,, its a no brainer that he would LOVE something like this. He wouldn't ever be one to seek out rest and relaxation himself, hes more of one thay has to be coaxed into doing so AND LIKE YOU CAPTURED THAT SO WELL??? AND THE THOUGHT OF HIM LIKE ALMOST WATCHINF GUARD OVER YOU WHILE YOU SLEEP JUST 😩😩😩😩 I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM

THIS WAS SO SO GOOD NONNIE!!!! YOURE A FANTASTIC WRITER PLSSS DONT EVER STOP!!

#his partner would be like the ONLY person other than palps he'll take an order from tho #maybe moff tarkin #BUT THE LIST IS SMALL #cape anon that isnt so anon anymore #cape anon

[catcze]

Dun dun dunn, I am the last person who sent you an ask.

I feel more confident on sending you an ask now. And Istg my heart literally jumped when you answered me 🥹🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶. I am fr so happy rn to the point I started sobbing. ILYSM /p.

I wish you fr have both sides your pillow cold every hot night, that you always find your matching socks, that every angle of your charger works, that your wifi is literally perfect everyday, that your majestic toes (pls don't take this the wrong way) never meet a table, a wall or anything that could ever damage them and finally that you have the most amazing hours of sleep every single day. May your days be the best and even become better each day.

- Dun dun anon? 🥲 (Ik the name is weird but yes)

Hi babe !! Slr, but omg I'm so so glad that you're more confident sending asks :D !! And like?? It's so touching that just lil old me responding to u made you so happy :(( Like that is so ?? Touching ?? Babe you're so precious I'd give you a hug if I could, ILY2 ♡♡♡♡

I hope that you're doing well also !! it's a lil late for me rn so I don't have the brain power to come up with pretty words like u can, but !! I hope that everything that you've wished my way happens to you too 🫶🫶🫶 Stay safe and healthy and well, and I wish for only the best to come to you, Dun dun anon !! (also its a cute name ajdsna dw dw HAHAH)

#「 🍒 」 Sweet tooth !! dun dun anon #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk

[otrtbs]

The way my hands were shaking while reading chapter 34 cause I was so nervous help. IT WAS SO GOOD THOUGH AH!! I cried so much, but I loved the cry? ANYWAY have an amazing rest of your day, and I hope both sides of your pillow are cold (Ofc if you like both sides of your pillow cold, if you don’t than I wish the opposite). <3333333

AHHH thank you so much !! <333 this is so sweet

I am also the kind of person who loves the cry hahaha

I love both sides of my pillow cold too 🥰

Have a beautiful day anon <33333

#ahb!end #asks

[earlgreydream]

cozy.

| draco x reader x theo | smut | fluff |

anon requested. Draco x reader x Theo smut

The fire in the hearth crackled nearby, offering warmth in the common room made of marble and glass. You knelt on a satin pillow, curled up between the legs of your lover. Your head rested against the inside of Draco’s thigh, your back against the chair he was perched in. You felt safe at his feet, leaning into the touch of his hand in your hair.

Your friends were all piled on the couches and on the floor around the coffee table, all fighting for a seat near the warm fire. You were wrapped in one of Theo’s knitted quidditch sweaters, his body above yours, draped over the arm of Draco’s chair.

You let your mind wander, tuning out of the conversation about where everyone was spending Christmas. You were almost asleep, lulled into drowsiness by Draco’s fingers carding through your hair.

“Y/N, love. Pansy asked you a question,” Draco hummed, his fingers brushing over your cheek.

“Hm?” You hummed, struggling to open your eyes.

“I asked if you were still awake,” she teased, and you yawned, hoping you could continue leaning on Draco without being disturbed.

“Let’s go to bed, sweetheart,” Theo’s voice broke through your sleepy haze, and you held your arms out, too tired to really open your eyes or stand up. Draco laughed gently, and Theo bent down to pick you up.

“Draco?” You mumbled, your arms draping over Theo’s back.

“I’m going to stay down here a bit longer. I’ll be up later,” Draco kissed the back of your hand before letting Theo carry you to the dorms.

“I want to go to your bed.”

“My bed?” he teased, kissing your cheeks. You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder.

He carried you to Draco’s prefect dorm, the large, private room where the three of you often slept. 

Theo gently set you down on the edge of the bed, stepping into the ensuite and returning with a washcloth. You scrunched your face as he cleaned your makeup off gently, holding your jaw in his hand. You relaxed, letting him wash your makeup off, appreciating that he was doing it for you. 

Theo loved to dote on you. He was gentle and sweet, and enjoyed caring for you and showering you with attention. It extended to Draco, too, who basked in the brunette’s affections. 

You slipped off your jeans and crawled under the covers as soon as Theo was finished with your face. He smiled at you when he returned, amused by how cuddly you got when you were tired.

“I want Draco,” you murmured, reaching out to his side of the empty bed.

“What am I to you, then?”

“I already have you here with me,” you pulled him into a kiss, feeling him smile against your lips. 

Theo changed into joggers before sliding in bed with you. You moved to lay on top of him, wrapping your body around his. His hands moved to rest on your backside, gently brushing his thumbs over your skin. 

Theo felt your breathing deepen as you fell asleep, curling up tighter into him. He kissed your head, listening to your soft sighs as you exhaled. 

You were warm, like a little heater curled up on his chest. You snuggled deeper into the sweater as you slept, seeming to bury into the coziness. He pulled the duvet up higher over your back, and you relaxed, your fingers resting on his chest.

Theo looked up when the door opened later, Draco slipping inside. He smiled at the two of you, his two favorite people. Draco walked over, setting his hand on Theo’s shoulder and kissing him firmly.

“I love you,” Theo whispered, and Draco nodded, saying it back. 

He brushed hair from your face, leaning down and kissing your temple. He sat beside the two of you for a while, murmuring softly with Theo about plans for the weekend before finally getting ready for bed. 

They were careful not to disturb you, and Draco slid under the duvet, settling against Theo’s side. Theo removed an arm from you to wrap around Draco, playing with his silvery hair until they fell asleep.

You woke up between the boys, all three of you half-asleep. You stirred and realized both of your boyfriends were hard.

“Hey, hey,” Theo murmured, grabbing your hip as you ground back against him. 

You rolled over and wrapped your arm around his neck, dragging the boy into a heavy kiss. Your fingers trailed over his defined abs, below his waistband. He moaned into your mouth, weakly bucking his hips into your hand as you stroked him. He was heavy in your fingers, his skin soft like velvet. The feeling was making arousal soak through your panties, smearing on the inside of your thighs.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Theo moaned before pushing his tongue into your mouth, deepening your kiss. 

“Watching you two go at it is making me horny,” Draco murmured against your neck. He pushed his sweats down and began to grind against your ass, making you gasp. He hooked his fingers in the lace that barely covered you, pulling it aside. 

“Keep touching Theo, baby,” Draco encouraged, pulling your leg over his to give him better access before he carefully pushed the tip inside of you. You stuttered for a moment before sliding your thumb over Theo’s tip, making him whine. Draco decided to tease you, a hint of sadism breaking through your early-morning softness. His thrusts were shallow at first, just barely entering you, edging your entrance.

“Draco, please fuck me,” you cried, trying to squirm back to take more of him in.

“I am, baby,” he feigned innocence, amusement sparkling in his starry eyes.

“N-no, you’re teasing me. Please, I want all of you!”

Draco gave you what you wanted all at once, his entire body connecting with yours. You arched your back off of Draco’s chest, ecstasy consuming you as the ridges of his cock dragged against your walls. Draco’s hips thrusted forward, burying himself as deep as possible inside of you. Your head dropped back on his shoulder, your vision blurring as his fingers rubbed circles on your clit. 

“Come for me, Theo,” you begged sweetly, feeling him twitch in your hand. 

His hand went to the back of your head, dragging you into another kiss as he came. His hips stuttered as he released in your hand, making a mess of his joggers.

“You’re taking Draco’s cock so well, sweetheart. You look so pretty getting fucked like this in my sweater,” Theo praised you, laying his hand on the space between your hips.

“He’s so big, I can feel him in your belly, stretching you out. I bet you’re so tight, squeezing the life out of him,” Theo’s words made Draco fuck you harder, chasing the relief he craved.

Theo kissed you, his hands slipping under your sweater to gently fondle your tits. He lazily rocked into your hand, still-half hard from the erotic sight of you being railed by Draco.

“I’m so close, fucking hell,” Draco swore, pulling your hips back to meet his as he wrapped his body around yours. The pressure building up inside of him exploded, and soon he was filling your pussy with hot white ribbons, buried all the way inside of you. You cried out against Theo’s lips at the sensation, overwhelmed from feeling so full.

Draco’s torture on your clit didn’t cease, and soon you were tumbling over the edge, throbbing tightly around Draco as you came with a shudder. Your orgasm washed through you in waves, drawing out your euphoria until you were shaking.

You winced as Draco pulled out of you, moving your panties back in place, keeping your releases inside of you. Some of it seeped through the lace, making you feel even more lewd. Draco swore at the sight, gathering it on his fingers before tasting you, making your cheeks burn. You hid your face in Theo, who lovingly stroked your hair.

Peacefulness settled back over the room, and your mind and body softened, leftover endorphins simmering and making you relaxed.

Both boys admired you, whispering soft praises about how lovely you were and how amazing you treated them. They adored you, showering you with affection and making sure you knew how terribly loved you were.

The boys let you rest for a few moments, catching your breath and letting the high wear off. You felt a bit dazed as you opened your eyes, gazing up at the two gorgeous boys on either side of you.

“We gotta shower, sweetheart. We’re all filthy. Your hand is messy and your pussy is spilling all over the place,” Theo kindly teased, cupping you between your legs and making you shudder and lean back into Draco.

“Sensitive, love?” Draco asked, leading you toward the shower.

“A little,” you confessed, your steps unsteady from the force of Draco fucking you. Theo helped you out if your clothes and tossed them aside, opening the glass door.

Steam rose from the shower and you welcomed the hot water as you moved under the stream. It washed away the filth from your body, and you leaned back into Theo’s chest so he could properly cleanse you.

He squeezed vanilla soap into his hands before rubbing and massaging it into your body, the sweet scent wafting around you. You let him turn you so he could wash your back, and Draco kissed your shoulder. You faded from reality as they washed themselves, your mind wandering to your warm bed that you desperately wished to get back to.

It took some convincing to get you to let them wash your hair. You reminded them to be careful of your tangles, and they promised to be gentle.

“Baby, did I hurt you?” Draco’s worried voice broke you out of your dreamy thoughts.

You looked down and saw the bruise on your hip, matching up with his hand. Theo tensed, his fingertips brushing softly over your marked skin. He hated to see you with any sign of injury, wanting to protect you.

“No, not at all,” you promised Draco, giving him a reassuring kiss. The boys exchanged a silent look, and Draco knew he was in for it later, bound to receive a lecture from Theo about being careful with you.

Draco guided your head under the water, rising the soap from your hair before shutting it off. You squeezed the water out of your hair, hesitating to leave the warm shower.

You shivered, goosebumps breaking out over your skin as you stepped into the cold air. Theo noticed, wrapping you in a towel. You giggled as he playfully rubbed you through it, tickling your sides and dragging you against his chest.

“It’s so cold! I want to go back to bed,” you complained, trying to make your way back to the magically cleaned sheets.

“Let’s get breakfast first, then go to Hogsmeade with everyone,” Draco suggested, and you sighed, unable to deny the attractiveness of the idea.

You slipped into fur-lined leggings and a warm sweater, pulling wool socks onto your feet to go inside of your boots.

Two cardamom buns and a cup of coffee later, you were braving the icy temperatures in order to go shopping and get some butterbeer.

You walked between them, holding each of their hands as you popped in and out of shops, chattering excitedly with your friends.

Giggles erupted from you as both boys kissed your cheeks, making you squeal with delight as you entered a pub for some butterbeer. You slid into a booth, closed in between their bodies, deciding there was nowhere else you’d rather be than with them.

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part 2: cozy (2).

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[luimagines]

Hihi I saw that you opened your Ask I wish to make an ask/request. The chain x (platonic) gn child reader. Who is kinda like a zombie. But not the scary kind? They’re just very forgetful like they forget basically everything they learned the day before. And just have a constant blank expression.

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Ok, I think I get it. A bit brain dead....which isn't the nicest thing to say but I can't think of another way to say it. Blank, expressionless, looks like the lights are on but no body's home sort of deal...

I'll do my best Anon!

Content under the cut!

The day was cloudy, wet and cold.

Our group of heroes woke up wanting to curse its existence and return to their bed rolls undisturbed. But it was raining.

With loud groans and a few curses here and there, the group get up, wring what they can and clean up their makeshift camp. Everybody had to be accounted for and a headcount was drawn up.

There was one individual that not only were they unbothered by the rain and the wet cloth that surrounded them, but they happened to still be asleep.

A sigh came from assigned older brother number one and he slumped over himself. “I don’t want to wake them up.”

“You have to.” Four huffed, spitting his hair out of his face. “We’re all going to get sick if we stay here.”

Warriors groaned louder and moved to the little one, still wrapped up. They looked so peaceful. Warrior hated for his next action but in the back of his mind, he doubted they would mind. It was always so hard to read them. He gently shakes their shoulder and the child blinks. A breath is taken in and they look up, raindrop falling from their lashes onto the their pillow.

“Good morning.” Warrior says softly. “We have to leave and get dry. Come on.”

Their resident child takes a moment to look around, slowly, a bit unnaturally before they sit up. They rub their eyes and yawn. They are continuously unbothered by the raining that is pouring around them, and although Warrior attempts to be patient, his scarf is getting heavy around his neck.

The kid looks back at Warrior and reaches out with both arms. The universal signal for up. Warrior is quick to comply. He picks them up with practiced ease and settles them against his back. He has to make some adjustment to his uniform and scarf in order to not get choked on the journey a head of them, but he does it all without complaint.

Twilight doesn’t hesitate to take over the bed roll and blankets the child and Captain left behind. He does his best to get all the water out before putting them away and hitches it to Epona. He looks fondly at their newest and youngest companion. They don’t speak and they don’t sign, so the group knows nothing about them. But they were sick and wounded with no one around for miles.

With a sigh, a little puff of air dances around Twilight, his breath clouding in front of him. He take out a few scraps of cloth from a separate bag entirely. Old clothes that had to be cut down after they were rendered useless reside there, but surely there has to be something big enough to fit the kid.

No such luck. At least nothing that would fix the immediate issue. With time and space, maybe they can stich something together but as it stands....

Twilight takes a larger bit of cloth, one that he has no recollection of getting or who it belongs to and makes his way to the Captain. The child is beginning to fall asleep once more even as they begin to move. Twilight knows that if he does this, it wouldn’t help the Captain at all. He matches Warrior’s pace and drapes the cloth over the child. He tucks in it certain point and wraps it around their shoulder, making a makeshift hooded shawl to keep the rain off them until they can find decent shelter and hopefully keep the chill off of them as well.

Warrior makes no comment but Twilight can feel the annoyed side eyes he’s given before he’s done.

Time watches and the boy all work around each other and help one another to make sure nothing is left behind and that everyone is taken care of. He makes a small check over each and every one of them. They are all tired still, wet and annoyed, but he supposes that it’s inevitable.

He walks past, Warrior as he carries their little bundle on his back and pauses to ruffle their hair. They look up at him blearily, before they smile. It’s small and almost invisible, but Time is trained to view invisible things. He smiles back and drops his hand. “Good morning little one.”

Time doesn’t get a response and the child goes back to resting on Warrior as they had before but Time knows that he’s been heard.

He ruffles Warrior’s hair for good measure and moves on before the young captain can take a swing at him.

Wind bounces up to the duo. “If we’re lucky, the rain won’t turn into a hurricane.”

Warrior scoffs. “We’re about as inland as it gets, I don’t think hurricanes a problem here.”

Wind pouts and looks up to the little one above him. “In my Hyrule, it rained so much that the world was flooded. I’ve only known the Great Sea.”

“Sailor-”

“It’s a reasonable concern, don’t you think?” Wind grins at the child before turning to Warrior. “They agree with me.”

Warrior can’t help it. He laughs. “Uh-huh, I’m sure they do.”

Wild passes pieces of bread to the group, since there wasn’t enough time to cook something substantial and he doesn’t know when he’ll get the chance to start a fire again. The others say their thanks and go back to their own conversations. By the tie he hands Wind and Warrior their shares, he’s beginning to run low. 

He splits the last piece in half and eats his in just a few bites. Wild grin at the little one before holding the last piece out for them. They don’t take it- but Wild expected as much. Undeterred, he reaches out with his other hand and pokes their cheek. As if it was a switch, their mouth opens and Wild breaks off a bit of the bread for them to eat. He places it gently in their mouth and they chew.

Sky and Hyrule watch the scene with fluttering hearts. They may not know much about who the child is or where they came from, even less so about why they were alone and hurt, but they both vow to look after them. No words are exchanged between them but they do watch with amusement glittering in their eyes when Twilight dumps some old shirt from Hyrule on to Legend.

“Can you make a shirt for them out of this?” The older hero says and Legend frowns. Studying the cloth with a judgmental glare. “This wont keep out the cold.”

“Layers exist.” Twilight reminds him with a deadpan expression.

Legend scowls and glares up at the sky for good measure. “Fine. But it’s going to be choppy.”

“It just needs to fit.”

Four snickers at Legend’s reaction and rolls his eyes. Taking out an extra tunic from his own bag, he walks over and hands it to Time. He’s not going to stop them from volunteering their own clothes to be tailored, but he is the closest to their size without any extra work.

“When Legend is done, give this to the youngen’. It should fit.” Four hands the cloth over, trying to be mindful of the still falling water from the sky. Time takes it, looks behind him to see Legend already working with a thread and needle and nods towards Four.

“When he’s done, of course.”

“Yup.” Four grins back. “They don’t have much going for them anyway, so every little bit helps.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” The Old Man smirks and pockets the tunic away before anyone else can see.

There isn’t much for them to do except make sure that the child’s wounds heal nicely and that they stay warm and well fed. It’s not easy when the competition is six other growing, teenage boys who eat their weights with in food every three days.

But if Time looks close enough, watching as the child eats the last of the little bread wild gives to them. There’s a warmth behind those otherwise blank eyes.

They’re going to be ok.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #linkedunivese #this was supposed to be in second person #but i made it third #it was unintentional

[amistytown]

The Brothers Comfort a Bullied MC

I started writing this thinking it would be something short and sweet I could finish in a day, and then it turned into this. MC remains gender neutral, and I currently don’t write for the dateables, but when I do I could always write a part II if people are interested. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it, anon, and thank you for the request! As always, I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors that may have gone unnoticed. Trigger warning for mentions of blood, violence, and physical and emotional bullying. Thank you to those who take the time to read my work; it’s greatly appreciated!

LUCIFER

Immediately notices you’re quieter than usual, face sullen and void of the beautiful smile Lucifer has grown accustomed to. He’s determined to figure out what’s troubling you, undeniably concerned for your wellbeing; you’re the exchange student, though, more importantly, you’re his human, and your happiness is his own. That night he calls you to his study, always willing to make time in his busy schedule to accommodate you, especially when his human is in need. Your eyes are dark and swollen, and your head is bowed as you enter; you look exceptionally fragile, his heart aching at the sight. Behind closed doors he doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his embrace, pressing a light kiss to your forehead while he runs his fingers through your hair; he can feel you relax against him, hands twisting in his shirt as you bury your face in his chest.

Bursting into tears, you cry in his arms, and he holds you close, gaze soft as he consoles you, gently rubbing your back and whispering words of comfort. You’re his priority, his pride and joy, and he won’t rest until he knows you’re okay, wanting to soothe your aching heart. Flames dance in the fireplace, casting the room in their golden glow and emanating a heat that dries your tears and warms you both body and soul. Lucifer cradles you to him in one of the chairs situated before the hearth, watching over you as you curl up in his lap. Patiently he waits for you to speak what’s on your mind, unburdening yourself of your worries, his anger quiet and cold once he learns of the demons tormenting you. They are foolish to bully the one he loves, and to do so on school grounds; they will certainly be punished for their crimes—he will see to it personally.

Lucifer reassures you will no longer endure such harassment, encouraging you to confide in him; there’s little you can do or say to bother the Avatar of Pride, and he wants to help when able, providing his undying support. Your mood lifts significantly, and his heart swells as you cup his cheeks to draw him into a kiss, your lips smiling against his and sweetening the moment. He won’t allow you to leave his side the remainder of the night, and you’re eager to remain in his company, lounging in his study while you wait for him to finish his work. Though his focus is elsewhere, and he decides to turn in early, carrying you to his room where he tucks you in, hugging you to him beneath the blankets. The next morning, he excuses you from your duties, ordering a day of rest and relaxation; you deserve it, after all.

MAMMON

The Avatar of Greed is attending class when he overhears a low-level demon taunting you, throwing insult after insult while you try to focus on your studies; though the longer you ignore them, the more they push back, your face falling as their words leave their mark on your heart. Mammon’s blood is boiling, and he’s out of his seat, towering over the demon in an instant, a hand wrapped around their throat. Lucifer intervenes, putting an end to the chaos, but Mammon is unapologetic, his elder brother’s lecturing doing little to quell the fire still raging beneath the surface. He’s your protector, and he won’t hesitate to defend you—the consequences be damned.

To say he’s worried about you is an understatement, he refuses to leave your side, determined to protect you at all costs. A lowly demon is harassing you? The Great Mammon will deal with them personally, and once he’s finished, they won’t think twice about hurting his human. He loves you, although it’s difficult for him to admit at times, but you’re his world, and he hates to see you upset. Words do hurt, he knows all too well, so he’ll show you how loved you are by holding your hand and pulling you into his warm embrace, allowing you to cry on his shoulder—anything for you. Your tears wet his jacket, body shaking as you sob, finally breaking down from days of bullying. He wishes he noticed sooner, but he’s here now and will take care of you.

As soon as school is over for the day, he’ll make certain you’re comfortable and help you unwind in the peace and quiet of your room; tell him what you want and it’s yours, no questions asked. He’ll order your favorite food, which you enjoy while watching a movie, finding solace in one another’s presence. When you smile for the first time that day he’s elated, appreciating how beautiful you are—heart, body, and soul—if anyone deserves happiness, it’s you. His arms encircle your waist, drawing you close, and you kiss his cheek in thanks before resting your head on his chest. The soft touch of your lips renders him speechless, his heart pounding as he breathes in your scent, sweet and heavenly. Once he composes himself, he returns the kiss with fervor, promising to always protect you.

LEVIATHAN

The downside to attending class online is he can’t see you throughout the day. After school he makes sure the two of you have plans, whether it’s playing videos games, watching anime, or simply enjoying each other’s company. He’s devastated when you cancel on him, but more concerned you’re feeling unwell; humans are fragile creatures, and he needs to take care of his Henry. Of course, those self-deprecating thoughts linger at the back of his mind, telling him you cancelled on purpose—who wants to waste their time on a gross otaku like him? However, he collects himself, dismissing them for your sake, and knocks on your bedroom door with trembling hands.

Light cascades from your room into the hall, his eyes widening when they meet yours, your gaze glassy and cheeks stained by your tears. For a moment he wonders if he is to blame, trying to recall everything he said and did since breakfast, to find an answer, only to confuse himself further. Yet you smile at him, anchoring him to reality, and he hates how it fails to reach your eyes. He can’t help enveloping you in his arms, forgetting how to breathe now that you’re so close, and he’s certain his heart is about to break as you begin to sob into his chest, clinging to him in desperation. Your cries hurt him dearly, and he wants to cry himself seeing you upset, but refrains, staying by your side to offer what support he can give.

In the privacy of his room, he’s extra attentive, hesitant but soft touches and worried glances in your direction while he wraps you up in his blankets, even allowing you to hold his Ruri-chan pillow for comfort. The tub is snug with the both of you inside, his face red and burning, though he’s glad you look much happier, safe and warm in his embrace. He puts on a lighthearted anime hoping it’ll lift your spirits further, the laugh that escapes you music to his ears. The episode ends, and you finally tell him the cause of your pain, opening your heart to him, his hold tightening when tears gather in your eyes once again. His insecurities are now forgotten, replaced by a wave of anger that consumes him, and he fights to keep his demonic aura at bay. A lowly demon dares to hurt you? He’ll make them rue the day they decided to torment his player 2. Until then he’ll let you know exactly how special you are, indulging you the rest of the night.

SATAN

Satan is browsing the books in the RAD library when the comfortable silence is unceremoniously shattered, dissolving into chaos in a matter of seconds. Angry shouts reverberate off the walls, forcing their way beneath his skin—warm, uncomfortable, yet addicting—setting him alight. He can feel the intensity of every word, his heart pounding, pulsing in his ears with each syllable, the Avatar of Wrath unable to deny he appreciates the beauty of the heated exchange unfolding before him. Although he considers himself a demon of knowledge, making a name for himself in the Devildom for his intellect and held to high standards, he’s not impervious to his sin. He’s irritated, his concentration lost, but a part of him enjoys the pandemonium, wanting to tempt them further into madness. A scream interrupts his thoughts, a pitiful sound, and his blood runs cold. He knows you, your voice, and to hear you cry out is enough to break his resolve.

A hand firmly closes around your throat, blood welling beneath clawed fingers, as you’re forced into a corner. The panic in your eyes fills him with an uncontrollable rage, and he yearns to rip the heart from the demon who threatens you, the very person he holds dear to his own. Wrath overpowers all rationale, and he doesn’t mind, your life greater than the image he’s meticulously cultivated over centuries. He lunges at the demon without warning, grip bruising as he wrenches them away and drives them into the nearest bookshelf, watching it topple over in a cloud of dust and debris. An eerie hush falls over the library, curious gazes on the fourth born, but he’s indifferent, dragging the wretched creature from the wreckage; a grin spreading across his face at their desperate pleas—they only fuel the fire raging within. However, their life is spared due to Lucifer’s interference; Satan’s sure he’s instilled enough fear in the demon’s mind to last an eternity.

The resulting lecture from Lucifer leaves Satan with a headache. He’s unrepentant, his wrath reduced to an ember, but it still smolders, hot and heavy in his chest. When he enters the House of Lamentation, he finds you waiting to throw your arms around him, and despite his anger, he melts against you, calmed by your presence—so sweet and inviting he could lose himself in your very embrace. You’re his saving grace, and he’ll protect you as fiercely as he loves you, hating to see you scared and vulnerable, especially at the mercy of another. Even now he can see the remnants of fear and taste the salt of your tears as he kisses your cheek, fingers ghosting over the dark bruises on your neck. There’s a twinge of anger, but also dread knowing another hurt you and how quickly they could have taken you from him. The familiar smell of books is soothing, the large stacks scattered about his room bathed in moonlight. You’re curled up in his bed, listening to him read aloud with your head on his shoulder, his free hand stroking idly through your hair. At that moment, you look content, smiling at him, and he can’t help leaning over to capture your lips in a kiss, glad he can bring you comfort during the darkest of nights.

ASMODEUS

After school, Asmodeus sees the exhaustion in your eyes and the lack of color in your face, your natural glow seeming to fade throughout the day. Avoiding his gaze, you wilt in his arms when he pulls you into his embrace, his heart aching with desire when you are resistant to his charms. You don’t look at him in adoration or hug him back as tightly, basking in his beauty and praising him while he kisses your loving smile from your lips. Instead, you stare at the ground, body tensing when he cups your cheek, and although you lean into his touch, tears spring forth, hot beneath his fingertips. He can hardly stomach seeing you so distraught, his darling human, helplessly watching you fall to pieces in front of him.

The halls are silent aside from your sobs as you cry into his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck while he carries you up the stairs to his room, whispering words of love and comfort in the hope they’ll soothe the pain that bleeds to the very depths of your soul. He’s grateful you allow him to hold and console you, trusting him to care for you in a moment of vulnerability, clinging to him without fear and seeking out all he’s able to offer. Your tears stain his blouse, and his makeup is mussed, yet he pays no mind, rocking and hushing you until you’re unable to shed another, chest heaving with each strangled breath that escapes you. Placing a tender kiss on your forehead, he hums sweetly, angelic voice lulling you to sleep. He watches over you after tucking you into his bed, affectionately stroking your face. For now, you rest your weary head, and once you awake, he’ll figure out what’s troubling his poor human, hoping he can put your mind at ease.

Dinner is your responsibility tonight, but Asmodeus doesn’t dare wake you, stepping in on your behalf. His brothers are well fed, and he makes sure to prepare an extravagant meal for his love, happy to serve you in the comfort of his bed. In fact, he feeds you himself, and you laugh as he cheerily extends a spoonful in your direction, blessing him with your beautiful smile for the first time that day. Beneath the silken sheets, he lays beside you, and you curl around him, glancing at him shyly before thanking him with a light but sweet kiss he savors long after you’ve parted. Yet you still look pained, and he encourages you to confide in him, cradling your head to his chest. Your voice is strained, barely above a whisper, but he hears every word, blinking tears from his own eyes. How long did you endure such harassment at the hands of those demons—on RAD grounds no less—suffering all on your lonesome. He’s appalled, wishing he could have protected you and sad he could not, however, he’ll make it up to you; anyone who hurts you is better off dead anyway. From here on out, he’ll take greater care of his human, keeping you safe in his arms.

BEELZEBUB

Finally, lunchtime! Beelzebub is weighing his options as he makes a beeline for the cafeteria, the rumble of his stomach echoing loudly in the halls. Though all thoughts of food vanish when he turns the corner to find you on the ground, a group of low-level demons looming over your trembling form. They flee the second they notice the Avatar of Gluttony, reeking of fear. He considers following them, goaded by his anger, which rages within, hot and intense, pulling a feral growl from his throat. However, the sound of your cries reaches his ears, a somber melody that brings him to his knees. He kneels beside you, brows knit in concern, and gently wipes your tears away before catching you as you throw yourself into his embrace. The rest of the world no longer matters, only his human while he holds you in the now empty corridor, heart unbearably heavy.

Carefully, he lifts you off the floor into his arms, mindful of his strength as his holds you, your body feeling soft and warm and awfully fragile under his touch. Yet you lean against him, sighing into his shoulder and seeking comfort from him—a large, scary demon, one of the most powerful in the Devildom. He’s glad he’s able to protect you, but there are times he worries you’ll look at him differently, your eyes wide with worry like the demons’ who ran at the mere sight of him. Your gaze is loving, and you snuggle closer, thanking him; he feels a little lighter knowing you’re safe, and that you trust him to take care of you. The palms of your hands are scraped, blood drying to your skin—a reminder of what those demons did to you—and he presses a kiss to your fingers, vowing to teach them a lesson they surely won’t forget.

The emptiness of his stomach is agonizing, a pain that runs deep, but he desperately wants to stay with you, comforting his sweet human who needs him now more than ever. He’ll gladly miss lunch for you, putting you above his sin despite the influence it holds over him, and tending to your injuries. The school day passes by slowly, however, he keeps a watchful eye on you, your smile filling him with a happiness that helps him through the last of his classes. Afterwards, he offers to bring you to your favorite bakery; food always manages to cheer him up, and he thinks you deserve a treat. On the way home with bags of decadent desserts and pastries, he hums, reaching for your hand, which fits so perfectly in his own. Again, you smile at him, and he’s glad he’s found a place by your side, brightening your day and you his.

BELPHEGOR

The Avatar of Sloth awakes from a dreamless sleep, hating how cold and empty his bed feels without you beside him. In a daze, he wanders into the hall—pillow in hand—the thought of holding you tightly against him, soaking up your warmth, tempting him down the stairs. Most nights he finds himself sneaking into your room and slipping into your bed, your body seeking his out in the darkness and welcoming him into your embrace. He’s thankful you’ve allowed him into your heart, Belphegor cherishing the intimacy between you, a love he once considered a mere fantasy. Though he pauses outside your door with bated breath, listening to the melancholy rise and fall of the cries echoing in the corridor—your cries. 

Throwing the door open, he peers into the darkness to find you huddled beneath your blankets, eyes wet with tears as you glance up at him, clearly startled. Adrenaline rushes through his veins, hands shaking, and he swallows against the panic, slightly reassured you’re safe in bed, but the miserable look on your face is more than he can bear. You whisper his name, voice rough and shaky, your pain tangible. The mattress dips beneath him, and he pulls you into his lap, cradling you to him. His gentle gaze sweeps over you—his human who deserves all the love in the three realms—and he kisses your tears away, wishing to free you of your burdens. Sleep can wait. You’re far too precious to him, and he’ll do anything to see you smile again, helping you piece your heart back together even if it takes the rest of the night.

Time is endless with you in his arms, your cries fading into quiet sobs as you lean into his touch, relaxing under the loving caress of his hand on your cheek. You regard him hesitantly, unspoken words on the tip of your tongue, and he’s nothing but encouraging as he kisses your forehead down to the tip of your nose, earning him a small yet beautiful smile that vanishes all too soon. Belphegor is eerily quiet while he listens to you, sad you felt the need to keep this a secret—alone with your worries—angry at himself for not noticing sooner, and livid at the demons who foolishly hurt you, instilling you with such fear you dreaded school each morning; they’ll regret laying a finger on his human, and he knows he’ll enjoy their agonized screams when he gets his hands on them. Until then, he promises to love and protect you, watching over you as you fall into a peaceful sleep at his side.

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[chaotic-nick]

Note: So this fic is based on when I started posting here and MIche Headcanon Anon sent in a bunch of Fighter Miche Headcanons, I've wanted to use them for so long, so yay!

wordcount: 3.1k

warnings: none except at the end where reader is harassed by someone else and she punches the person.

Event: Prince Charming Collab hosted by @asahipleaseloveme

If he’s being honest— Both Miche’s hands planted deeper into the mattress and lifted himself up from the woman he’d taken home from the night. One that he’d been frequently flirting with for the past month, their conversations only suggesting what could happen at night. And stopping there. A sigh when he momentarily lay beside her to close his eyes.

There was probably a miscommunication in his actions, she took it as a sign and turned to her side. “Wanna go again.” The hotel’s blanket up to her chest, head on the pillow. Fingers dancing in a single trail on his chest.

— Miche doesn’t like this version of himself that he puts up around the people who have no intention but to only earn the right of saying they had slept with one of Paradis’ top athletes. Nor does he wish he was at this stage of his life anymore. He was yearning for a connection built on something common between them.

Catching those three fingers, he opened his eyes. “Thanks.” Him sitting up was a way to tell her that he was declining the . . . kind offer. “It was amazing though.”

Not wanting to feel like he was an asshole, he cast his eyes toward something else, avoiding her as she stood up in a search for her clothes. Throws across the floor in the heat of the moment.

It was gone now, replaced with the awkward air that he was familiar with. “Right.” Her tone carried bitterness in it. “But if you’re sure it wasn’t a one-time thing, I’m leaving my company calling card here.”

When the door of the hotel room closed, MIche let his tense body come to a rest. Really, He thought he had accepted that he’d always carried the identifier of the fun uncle anywhere he went. Always known among his friends that he’ll never settle down.

Was that all?

Coming home from another fight he had won to his parent's house was always a delight. A feeling that he always forgot, and came stronger to him when he experienced it again. Though he often wondered when he’ll come home to a hug. A different type of hug.

A loving one around his arms, pulling him down to them and then saying that dinner will be ready soon. He’ll go into the living room and have all the children she gave him to run to him with their arms wide open. Did he want a kid? Or was it the loneliness speaking?

Sighing, Miche stood up. It was a thought reserved for the showers he was making his way to. He was familiar and sick of this routine, standing under the cold water after a one night stand.

On another day when the sun was high up and he was confined to the gym, training with Hannes, (Y/n)’s back hot with sweat hit the cool pavement that she laid on. Eyes squinting up as every breath was an attempt to get her breathing back to normal.

Days off didn’t come often for them, especially in their lines of work as journalists. Given how they were almost married to their jobs, their social lives are non-existent. Leaving them to only spend their days off playing basketball. Not that all of them played basketball, but some of them came just for the comfort of baing around people.

(Y/n), sweaty from running around the court and in need of a cold shower to rid of the sweaty smell spoke with a pout. “You know what’s not fair?”

“No one cares, (Y/n).” Petra sat in the shade and crocheted, nudged Oluo. Also in need of a shower.

Maybe ice-cold water for the bite marks on his poor tongue.

“Eld and I— childhood friends and he still gets to be married first and is at the hospital.” Her words making the other Radio team consisting of Rico, Mitabe and Ian to look her way. “Lucille being on maternity leave is sending us into overtime, why is life so unfair?”

A questioning tone from Petra, “But you call your anime characters husbands?” and saw the shirt (Y/n) was wearing. “You act like you’re disappointed with the overtime and you’re ordering merch after merch.”

Gunther leaned toward the three, “This is the same person who rejected the basketball player from Japan. Believe us when we say she’s different off-screen and on-screen. Poor (Y/n) would’ve been giving birth alone and divorced. Already fighting for custody had she married him.”

“Your section gets the best drama—” Ian, still shy around the reporter looked away when she turned to listen to them.

“Why what do you guys get?”

“You think there’s drama in food journalism.”

“The drama’s an added bonus for the energy we spend there. At least you guys get to eat.”

Then a comfortable silence as they got back to whatever they were doing. Ian initiated that they go another round of basketball, and left Gunther who was at (Y/n)'s side. “I think I’m your cameraman for your next assignment.”

“So all of us, in the stadium?” A nod.

“Yipee, we’re all reporting together!” That was nice. Atleast she wouldn’t have to worry about being alone in a stadium full of male fans and their soaring levels of testosterone. Her being one of the reporters for the live broadcast was handed to her as an emergency after Lucille started to show and decided to go on leave.

“We’ll see Miche there, too.”

That was weird name. Mee-keh? How would one spell that? “Who?”

“He’s a common friend, nice guy.”

“Oh, he’s also in media?”

“(Y/n),” Agin, the radio team seemed surprised at the revelation she didn’t know who this guy was, ” he’s one of the boxers.”

She thought she could keep quiet about it, however, “Yeah, I don’t know shit about boxing.”

“You never know anything about the people you’re interviewing!”

In a sarcastic tone she replied, “Oh shocking. Ever heard of reading?”

“You read about them the before the interview.”

“But I still get the job done.”

There he was again in that area of life reassessment in the middle of the private gym. It came unexpectedly, too. Just a quick water break as Hannes said. Somehow, Miche thought that it’d be the perfect time to connect to the world outside his bubble and took his phone with him as he drank bottle after bottle.

Had he just gone to drink water at the corner of the gym, and done only that, he wouldn’t be seeing Eld’s post the first moment he opened to Instagram. A simple photo. Just him showing his thumbs-up, the background looked to be a hospital.

His eyes were heavy with a different level of fatigue compared to when he’d post about the life of being a cameraman to the behind of scenes of where he was assigned to film. Th bags were definitely darker. But his smile was wider, one that was infectious.

‘Little monster’s already causing trouble!’ Read the caption followed with an explanation of how Lucille is still in labour, his only rest was when her parents and his came in. Prompting Miche to dial Petra’s number, ready to offer the help needed.

While waiting for her to answer, he found himself imagining what he’d be like again.

What he’d be like as a spouse to his wife. Maybe a pregnant wife— surely he’d be a good husband, learn what’s needed to be learnt. Change the baby’s diapers at night. Feed the baby— or babies, their milk while she rested from the fatigue from childbirth. So that means spoiling both of them?

He’s sure that he’s made enough money from his career, but the thought of giving them the world made him consider using his mechanical engineering degree. A conversation he could hear was heard on the other line, and a clearer, “Hello?”

Petra! The one who had been trying to set him up with her many, many friends when he confided in her about being so lonely. Their conversation started with him aksing Eld’s current state and drifted to him going out more.

He laughed at the invitation of playing at the basketball court by the buildings where their accommodations were. “What will I do at a basketball court?” Miche already knew that he would feel like an outsider when he joined them for a game— also, for someone as tall as him, he and Erwin would run out of fingers to count how many times he’d been hit in the head.

“I’m already training every day!”

“Exactly! Use another sport to relax.”

“Thank you for the offer, Pet.” He smiled, gratfeyl that he had a friend like her. “Maybe after Jager.”

Delight in her tone as she “Oooooh, we wanted to keep it a surprise, but we’re seeing you there! We’re covering your fight!”

“I’ll see you there then?”

“Yup! We should try to get as many pictures as possible!”

He flinched at Hannes calling for him to get back to training. “Send my regards to Eld, alright.”

“Of course, take of yourself, Miche.”

Course he will. He’ll keep himself in the best of his health. Eat what’s needed and stop drinking . . . for now.

After the fight everyone is making a deal about, complete with the media outlets jumping on and writing articles on why it’s such a big deal, Miche was done. He’ll take his gloves off and step off the ring. Leave his legacy as someone who finished his career with the same opponent from when he started it.

Zeke Jager.

When he told his parents this, his father offered a path on the shoulder. Telling Miche how proud he was for achieving such a thing and still keeping his head on the ground. His mother crying happy tears, something about how her prayer was answered.

“Zacharias, back in the ring!”

What no one knows is that he’s stepping out of the public eye for four years. That’s it. He’ll come back after that wearing the Olympic jacket with his name to represent the nation of Paradis.

Alone.

Except for his father, in th corner reading the same page of teh newspaper he had bought, his only suit that he wore in all his fights wrinkled. His mother was on the opposite end of the couch. Quiet. Head bent down, her collapsed hands around the rosary against her lips that moved in a prayer that only she heard.

And Hannes behind him, more nervous than he was despite drinking a bottle after another the night before.

This was the same entourage he started with at twenty-two, back Erwin and Levi were strangers. Nile was nervous about asking Marie out. When he was still naive and boxing was all that there was in the world that would make him happy. Things don’t stay that way, his entourage becoming smaller. Erwin and Levi are married and their personalities become one collective bubble.

He envied Nile deeply. Stuck at home with two daughters and a loving wife.

“There’s the guy.” Came a voice he’d heard through the phone for many months, his bodyguards blocking the door with their tall bodies. One asked him for confirmation if they were his friends.

“Sir?” Petra. Olou and Gunther,

The added stress on their faces was because of Eld being on leave.

“It’s alright.” He stumbled on his way to them from sitting too long in his chair. A towel over his shoulders acting as his shirt. “Did you guys eat yet?”

“I’ve got snacks.” He added in an effort to make them come in the room, take the pictures they wanted with him.

As much she wanted, and with the red bag of chips calling to her, Petra only nodded. “Thanks, but can’t.” Their white shirts and ID laces, carrying their equipment reminded Miche that they were working.

“We’re going on air—” Though Gunther, having his camera on him moved in to make his way to the table cut them off. “Don’t mind me, I haven’t eaten anything until now.”

“Well,” a look to her watch. “I guess, we could spare some time, (Y/n)’s on air.”

Back in the room, Miche held the door open about to ask about Eld and Lucille when loud footsteps running toward to them echoed in the corridor.alerted him and his bodyguards.

“GUYS! HELP!” The desperation in her tone pulled his parents attention to her, their necks straining to peak out the door to look at who it was. His bodyguards thinking that it was something alarming. Petra and Gunther, midway through eating, started patting their pockets.

A reporter like them, with her hair tied in a low ponytail that swayed along with her frantic steps, stopped to rest her hands on her knees. Mike in hand. Her face matched the desperation in her tone, and the hand holding her mic was raised. “Need. Batteries.”

She was working. He needed to remind himself that. And in his career, he’s many journalists and reporters alike, this one, however . . . “Aww, thank you, thank you.” he found himself straightening his back that made his towel effortleslsy fall off. His eyes trying to make him look intimidating.

“(Y/n),” Gunther noticed that Miche was trying to do everything to impress her. Gone was the lightness in his tone, using is intimidation to appear cool.

“Hmm?”

“This is Miche.”

Still, she averted her eyes from the battery slot to look at him. “Hello.” Straightforward like that. Not even a smile.

She was working. He told himself.

“He’s the friend you thought was like us.”

“Good luck for your fight! Heard it was your last.” This time she offered a small smile that he was used to. One that was given out of being nice. A slap to the battery slot’s cover.“There! Great, after my batteries, I’ll lose my voice next.”

He did a great job of convincing himself that the littel wave she did was meant fo rhim and not for her coworkers before she ran further off.

Out of all the journalists he’s ever met in his career, this one had ]made him feel normal. Rather than put him on a pedatle for his looks. Hearts in his eyes as a breathed out, “I think I love her.”

“No way,” Laughed Petra, (Y/n)’s panic making her check her mic. “She just ignored you like that.”

“Yeah.” That’s exactly the point. He was as normal anyone could get. She didn’t even throw away her professionalism to bat her eyes at him and throw compliments his way.

“After the match, you should ask her.”

Oluo risked a bite of his tongue and yelled “She ignored him!”

Petra enjoyed every bit of seeing such a lovestruck expression on Miche’s face and egged him on “Better impress her on the ring.”

“I will.”

“Yeah!” He turned around, jumping in his spot. Shaking his hands. “Of course, I will. I’ll impress her enough she’ll love me on the spot.”

—

He didn’t know what was keeping him on the spot in the platform especially when his shoulder weighed heavily off the winning belt. There was a panel of interviewers waiting for him, if he was going to ask her out— drinks after this? Dinner? Lunch the following day, this was it. She was right there. A quick jog from the ring and to the audience and he could have his answer.

But his heart running in somersaults kept him by the ring. Watching her end the live broadcast and not noticing that Petra was already beside him.

Meanwhile, she could feel the many looks people were giving her from all directions. Some watching her out curiosity and some amazed that she can do such a thing. Myabe a few . . . undesirable stares from the men who had done nothing but try to harass her. But all that aside, (Y/n) wanted nothing jmore but to go home and open her laptop to see if she passed her entrance exams. Sip hot tea to relax her throat and lay in an endless sleep.

It was tiring having to keep her voice up yo a level of enthusiasm they expected from her, and she hated how she stretched her face to look happy. As if she understood the match. “And so you can expect— with the many people coming out of the stadium to go home, a traffic jam. Keep your seatbelts buckled in and drive safe.”

She felt a looming presence approach her from the line of crowds walking out and moved to the side. A bothered expression on her face. “This was (Y/n)—”

“Damn, I could’ve taken you home if Zeke won, huh?”

Both her and Miiche’s eyes widened.

Hey eyes were wide open from the shock that took over her when she felt his rough hand brush down her thigh after squeezing her bum. Her cold fingers wrapped around the mic became numb and slipped out. The impact being heard in her earpiece.

“Shit—” And Miche cursing himself for standing idly and letting him grope her.

His eyes did grow wider when the mic fell, followed the body of the man who was a part of Zeke’s entourage fell, holding his nose. Eyes closed.

Throwing the belt at Hannes, he rushed to her without a second thought. “Are you okay?” His bodyguards going to the man and the security already pushing away a forming crown away.

“I— I . . .” Her eyes looked everywhere to stop the tears that formed from flowing down her face. She knew that there was someone trying to get her attention. Someone who held her by her shoulders. “I think I’m shaking.”

“You are, you’re in shock.”

Her eyes were wide. Only blank. “I’m gonna lose my job.”

“You probably won’t,” he navigated her out the crowd and to the infirmary. The panel of interviewers can wait. “We can have to get your hand checked.”

“Mhm.”

He tried to make light of the situation and talked on, until the lights changed from a bright white in the stadium to yellow bouncing off in the corridors. “You threw a mean punch though, your hand’s probably fine. Still, better to get it checked out.”

“Thank . . . thank you. Was an athlete back then.”

“Really?” He sat next to her when the nurse came, suddenly feeling embarrassed about how sweaty he was. Only a towel to cover his upper body. “What kind?”

“Karate.”

Oh. now he’s surely in love.

Also terrified of her.

Someone so quiet made a man twice her size fall to the ground and paint a part of it red.

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[tenkasato]

Hellow, Ten~ May I make a request with some Gojo comfort fluff? Something like what you wrote with Megumi x nurse reader? Alittle angst if you must? TY in advance!

Alright. It was supposed to be angst... but it turned out more fluff than angst which I HAD NOT intended. There's a sprinkle of angst so I hope you like that, anon. Enjoy!

A Modest Invitation

Scenario: Gojo is feeling down, and you have ways to entertain him.

Warning: suggestive language, swearing, overloaded fluff I guess

As far as Gojo Satoru was concerned, this was his favorite time of the day.

Business was the same as usual. Curses to exorcise and erase from existence. Problems to mull over and draft solutions to. Children to nurture and guide. And so on, so on, so on, and so forth...

Mind you, being the strongest sorcerer doesn't exempt you from feeling burned out.

He buried his face unto your stomach, nuzzling his nose on the thin fabric that covered your skin and inhaling your fresh, floral scent. Being able to touch you, to feel your existence palpable under his fingers gave him a relief that kept him sane for the past few days.

You were still here. Alive. Breathing. With him.

"Not going to tell me I’m heavy?" he asked as he smiled against you.

You clicked your tongue, and with a trace of amusement and affection, you said, "You won’t be getting off me even if I did, right? So, what’s the point?"

"My wife is such a smart woman."

"Sure am," you snorted.

He felt your hand run through his still wet hair in ginger strokes, straightening the tangles at the tips and drawing circles on his scalp. He heaved a heavy sigh.

Your fingers stopped midway between a stroke. "Something wrong, Satoru?"

Satoru raised his head in surprise. "Huh?"

You rolled your eyes at him. “Oh, come on. I’ve known you since we were in diapers. I know what every sigh you make means.”

Satoru held you in his stare, and you couldn't help but drown into those aquamarine eyes that engulfs your whole existence. You loved those eyes. You loved them dearly.

“I heard you worked with your ex today,” he said in a quiet voice. The unease in his tone made you blink. He had tried to speak with nonchalance but you heard the apprehension nonetheless.

"Is someone jealous?" you teased, the smirk in your face unconcealed. "Glad the day finally came."

He snapped his head up to meet your gaze, lifting his torso up with his arms so he could properly fix you a heated, sullen glare. "Not funny."

"Oh, come on. I used to get jealous of your ladies before. Give me a chance to be the one getting jealous over this time."

"That doesn't sound fair," he whined this time. Satoru crawled towards you until his face was directly over yours. "You're doing it on purpose."

You stared back at him innocently. "And why would I do that?”

He lied down beside you with his arm caged around your torso. You shifted and snuggled up to him.

You reached out to his face as if to console him, pressing the pads of your fingers on his jaw and thumbing his lower lip. You stayed like that for a couple more minutes, basking under the dim light by the corner and plainly listening to each other’s breathing. He thought you had fallen asleep when you had stopped moving, until he felt a light pressure on his chin.

“Jokes aside,” you started when he finally got a look at you, “are you okay? I didn't think you'd be bothered by something like that. You know there's nothing to worry about my ex, right?”

Glancing away, he said, embarrassed, “It’s… I feel so insignificant lately.”

The stare you returned was so intense he could feel your eyes boring into him even without having to look at you. You didn’t ask him to elaborate. You waited, knowing he needed time to articulate his thoughts. Sometimes, he wished you weren't this receptive to him. Being so weak in front of you made him loathe himself even more than he already had.

The day you got married, he poured his heart out with promises of being your respite, your fortress, your source of joy. He thought he could, but with all the responsibilities piled on top of his head, he realized he couldn't give you all the time you deserved.

How many times had he missed your call?

How many times did you have to sleep on the bed at night, cold and alone?

How many times did you hide your tears from him because you didn't want to be an additional burden?

“Look at me,” your voice was a mere whisper.

Reluctantly, he did. He gazed at your serene smile, a glimmer of adoration covering your eyes with a sheen.

Then, with all sinceirty and seriousness, you said, “Wanna fuck?”

Taken aback, Satoru recoiled from you, nearly knocking himself out of the bed. He gaped at you as if you’d just openly admitted being a vampire for a century now.

You let out a string of rude laughter at his stupefied state. “I really love it when you blush like that.”

“You—aren’t you being too bold with—with—you know what? Never mind,” he groaned and inched back into your outstretched arms. “I should’ve been used to your unpredictable, horny episodes.”

“Hey, I ain’t horny now,” you retorted, slightly scandalized. “It just looked like you could use some.”

“It’s hardly the time,” he grumbled with the roll of his eyes.

You, with all the theatrics of a broadway actress, pressed your hand on your chest and gasped. “Oh my goodness. Who are you? My husband would never have turned me down for sex.”

He hissed your name with a warning tone.

The mischievous mold in your face ebbed away like melting wax. Your eyes were speaking to him in a language he could not decipher, in a volume so quiet it was deafening. Whatever emotion you were trying to emanate to him, the unsaid promise of devotion and love—they were so painfully genuine it made his heart ache.

Your face broke into a smile, bitter and sweet, and he found himself returning it.

Suddenly, your smile evolved into nasty Cheshire cat grin, and that alone should’ve been enough cue for him to retreat. But he was a second too late from reacting when your hand shot out and pinched his nose hard.

He let out a yell of utter surprise and pain, earning a roar of thunderous laughter from the despicable you beside him. Cheeks burning, he grabbed his pillow and without preamble, threw it at your face.

You squealed at his sudden retaliation. Wasting no time, you released your battle cry and threw your entire frame in an attempt to tackle him. He smirked at the futile attack but his cockiness came blowing in his face when you poked at his sides.

“Hey!” he yelped as you tickled. “Hey—haha—HEY—“

“Do you—“ you grunted as he pinched your cheeks raw, “—yield?”

“Hell no,” he spits, “not when I’m winning—pAHAHAHA—!”

Satoru took you by surprise when he wrapped his legs around you, pinning his knees on both sides of your hips and twisted his body. You weren't given a chance to yell. Your back connected with the bed with him sitting on top of your thighs, a triumphant grin painted on his face.

“Do you yield?” he asked, catching your wrists before you took another jab at his ribs.

“You do know,” you huffed, “that I can take you down. If I wanted to, yeah?”

“I have no doubts,” he chuckled almost proudly. “But you’re too pure-hearted to hurt the love of your life.”

“Hmm... cocky little bastard.”

“But you love me,” he insisted.

You exhaled in exasperation. “Come here before you suffocate my thighs.”

Laughing, he obliged, lying back beside you all ruffled and warm inside. As you had always, you scooted closer and laid your head on his chest, arm and leg thrown over the rest of his body.

Your sigh of contentment was music to his ears.

“Feel better now?”

“A lot better.”

“Ready to talk now?”

He hugged you closer. He wanted to be closer even though he didn't know how to. If there's anything he's afraid of, it's not being enough for you.

“You matter,” you said, as if reading his frown and hearing his thoughts. “You matter the most to me.”

He turned to embrace you fully, planting a kiss on your forehead. His fingers gingerly ghosted your spine, easing you into his body.

“Hey, Sunshine.”

“Hmm?”

He let his hand slide down your back to your bottom and squeezed, his solemn features morphing to a wolfish smirk.

“Mind if I take you up on that offer?”

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[silv3rswirls]

Another member confesses to their s/o

Anon asks: Can I request a bts reaction where you're dating them, but another member drunkenly tells you they have a crush on you

Note: I changed things up a little, as not all the members are drunk in their parts, hopefully, you don’t mind!

Warnings: Drinking, slight angst

♡Seokjin♡

You celebrated Bangtan’s recent success with their new album with the rest of the group at their dorm. It was small, nothing too wild but some of the members had been drinking; Jungkook being one of them. You had been hanging out with him and Jin for the majority of the party, but at some point, Jungkook had disappeared and Jin excused himself to the restroom just now, so you found yourself standing alone as you waited.

The other members weren’t around. Yoongi and Jimin had turned in for the night and Taehyung wasn’t in sight. You could hear Namjoon and Hoseok talking in the kitchen, but other than that you were sitting alone on your phone. You had been happy to look up and see Jungkook making his way back to where you were sitting on the sofa. You smiled as he plopped down beside you, ready to ask him where he had gone, but you were stunned to silence when he took hold of your shoulders and kissed you. You could taste the alcohol on his lips as his hand moved to hold the side of your face. It was clear the youngest wasn’t in his right state of mind, so you calmly tried to push him away. You’d talk to him about it in the morning when he was sober, but at the moment he didn’t seem to want to let go. His grip on you grew just a bit too tight for you to wiggle from.

Luckily Jin returned just in time. “Jungkook?” He asked, shock clear in his tone as he rushed up to you. “What’s wrong with you!” He shouted, shoving his bandmate back and taking your hand. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“It’s fine Jin, he’s drunk. We can talk about it tomorrow.”

“No, I like you” Jungkook pressed, his voice a tad slurred. “I really like you Y/n, I have since the day I met you.”

Jin’s face had turned red in anger and part embarrassment to have his member and friend confessing so blatantly to his girlfriend. He had been the one to introduce you to Jungkook after you began dating. Had Jungkook held his feelings for you for that long? Jin was ready to start yelling again, but Namjoon had stepped in to take Jungkook away.

♡Yoongi♡

Yoongi had always known Jimin had a small crush on you. It was obvious, to him at least. He chose not to say anything though, believing Jimin's little puppy crush would fade with some time, and up until this moment, Yoongi thought it had.

Yoongi had been looking for you in the new hybe building, it was your first time visiting his new studio in the building so it was only natural you got turned around like so many others when they first moved in. Yoongi left to find you, knowing exactly where you were with your puzzled description. He rounded the corner to find you waiting, Jimin standing in front of you blocking Yoongi’s view. Something about Jimin's hushed voice made Yoongi a bit nervous and as he walked up to the two of you he felt his stomach drop.

“I’ve known for a long time that I like you...I just need to get these feelings off my chest or I’ll-” “You think this is funny Jimin?” Yoongi asked, having calmly placed a hand on the younger’s shoulder and pulled him away. “You think it’s right to confess to my girlfriend?”

Jimin merely watched you and Yoongi with wide eyes. “I just-”

Yoongi shook his head, he had never wanted to have to confront him on this. He had hoped Jimin would drift away from you, especially when you were always at Yoongi’s side; affectionate and loving. For now, Yoongi sent Jimin away. To his dismay and anger, he would have to talk to him about this later.

♡Hoseok♡

You had been sitting with Yoongi in his studio when it happened. Your’s and Hoseok’s third anniversary was coming and you had wanted to do something extra special and meaningful. So, you turned to Yoongi for help writing and composing a song for him. You had thought it a cute idea, personal and special and Yoongi had been happy to help you. But now, the song was done and ready to be given to Hoseok that weekend. After all your hard work you and Yoongi had decided to celebrate a little, just with a few drinks. Yoongi wasn’t drunk, maybe a little buzzed but you were still sober as the two of you sat and talked away the evening.

“I should get going, it’s getting late.” You smiled and began to collect your things, while Yoongi watched you. “Thanks again for helping, I know it’ll mean a lot to-”

“Don’t” Yoongi spoke up, sitting up and moving closer to you.

“Don’t what?” Your brow furrowed in confusion, even more so when you felt Yoongi’s hand rest on your thigh.

“I’ve known you for a long time before you and Hoseok even got together.” He began, voice a little heavy from the drinks. “I’ve always liked you” he murmured, eyes half-lidded as he moved in closer for a kiss. Immediately you stopped him, pressed a hand to his chest, and stood up.

“Yoongi...no Hoseok’s your friend, you can’t- I need to go.” You had swallowed the lump in your throat and finished grabbing your things, hurrying to get home.

You told Hoseok right away, feeling it wrong not to. He had gotten angry, especially knowing that Yoongi had done this after helping you with your anniversary gift to him. He stewed in his silent frustration all night, confronting Yoongi the next day.

“I trust you with her, how could you try something?” He asks, not ready for any of Yoongi’s excuses or apologies.

♡Namjoon♡

You had come down with a cold and Namjoon was too busy to stay and look after you, so he asked Jin to check up on you now and again until he got back. Jin was happy to, acting as an attentive and caring friend for both of you. He makes you soup and keeps track of when you were supposed to take your medicine. Fetched water and extra blankets when you needed them, he even stuck around to talk and watch a movie when you lamented your sadness over Namjoon not being able to be with you.

Something about it had tugged Jin’s heartstrings in a different way. Jin had always liked you, thought you were cute and sweet, but obviously never allowed himself to cross any lines. You were Namjoon’s, not his.

But right now Namjoon wasn’t here and Jin struggled to think straight.

“Hey” Jin smiled, voice soft as he brushed your hair away to feel your hot forehead. “Still running a fever.” He frowned. You only hummed weakly, arms wrapped around a pillow as you tried to ignore the headache and hate feeling.

“I wish Namjoon was here” you pouted, Jin was great and ever so attentive, but nothing beat the presence of your boyfriend.

“He should be,” Jin muttered if you were his partner he wouldn’t think twice about staying home when you were in such a state. He got you a cool washcloth, returning to find you asleep, the covers kicked away as you restlessly slept. Jin could help the fond smile on his face as he tucked you back in. Before leaving, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, the reality that he had really done that didn’t set in until he turned to find Namjoon in the doorway, a stuffed bear and your favorite takeout in hand.

Namjoon’s lips pressed to a line as he tried to contain his outrage. “We’ll talk about this later.” He states, voice icy and he ushers Jin away and takes his place at your beside. Jin can only hang his head in shame as he leaves.

♡Jimin♡

When Jimin found Taehyung and you locked in a kiss, his temper had gotten the best of him. He shouted and yelled at Taehyung, who had quietly admitted to being the reason behind the kiss. You had no part of it, Taehyung had just acted on his impulses. “I just couldn’t help it, I really like-”

“What do you think you’re doing with my partner Taehyung? They’re with me. You’re supposed to be my friend, how can you just kiss them?” Jimin’s seething, one of his closest friends had just made a move on his partner. “I don’t want to hear it!” He snaps when Taehyung tries to reason with him, “Get out of here!”

Jimin’s angry at him for a long time. One of his best friends had betrayed his trust and confessed to you, how could he not be angry? He avoids Taehyung as much as he can, not speaking with him for the time being. Taehyung is earnest in his apology to you and to Jimin but accepts that Jimin needs his time.

There’s a deep rift between the two of them.

♡Taehyung♡

It broke your heart when Hoseok casually let it slip that he had been harboring feelings for you. You stood mouth agape and unsure of what to say, especially when Taehyung was just in the other room. “Hobi...I appreciate it, but I’m with Taehyung.” You wore a deep frown, while Hoseok was still trying to recover from letting his secret slip.

“No, I need to be the one apologizing...I don’t know what came over me. I’ve just felt so strongly for you-”

“You heard her. She’s with me, she doesn’t want you.” Taehyung was frowning deeply, eyes hard as he glared at Hoseok. You could see the anger from Taehyung clear as day, but it was also easy to spot the hurt behind his eyes.

“Taehyung-”

“Leave us alone!” He snaps, turning to you instead. You both let Hoseok go, everyone clearly needing time to think about what had just happened.

“Tae,” you murmured, “he didn’t mean it.” “He did.” Taehyung argued, “I know he did, it’s so easy to tell he’s in love with you.” You stay quiet, but spend the evening comforting your hurt boyfriend.

♡Jungkook♡

It was late and things were getting a bit too wild. Everyone was having fun, drinking, and talking the night away. Jungkook had been occupied with Jimin and Taehyung, while you and Namjoon had hit it off for the night. You were both drunk, giggling and talking your time away. At some point, Namjoon’s hand had found yours and the drunken flirting began. You had giggled and gone back and forth with the leader of Bagntan, too far gone to really think clearly.

Unfortunately, Jungkook had been looking for you when he heard Namjoon tell you how beautiful you were and how much he had always liked you. As if Jungkook didn’t exist, it didn't even cross his mind as Namjoon leaned in to leave a quick kiss on your lips. You had hesitated even in your drunk state, but as quickly as the kiss happened you both forgot about it, going back to playful banter and laughs.

Jungkook didn’t say anything to Namjoon until that morning when the leader came to him to confess and apologize for doing it. He accepted it and when you did the same he accepted yours as well. However; he couldn’t quite get how comfortable and well the two of you had meshed that night. He’s scared to admit it to even himself, but he’s worried that Namjoon might’ve stolen your heart that night.

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[messrmoonyy]

Have you seen that popular post of tonks going to Remus class after the war and taking teddy with her? cood your write something with that? Please 😃

I sure have anon! I loved this. Some happiness amongst all the angsty asks I have lmao.

I took some mild creative liberties with the conversational abilities of portraits and the timeline is slightlyyyy wobbly. But enjoy

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Pairing: Remus lupin x Nymphadora Tonks

Warnings: none

When Tonks woke up Remus was already gone, her fingers reached around blindly on his side of the bed and found nothing but cold sheets and she groaned. In the year that they had been living at Hogwarts with Remus back teaching again, she had gotten herself into the habit of waking up with him. But Teddy had simply refused to sleep last night so she had been up for hours with him so that Remus could sleep. She opened her eyes and saw there was a steaming mug of tea on the bedside dresser with a little note propped against it and she reached over to grab it.

'My dear Dora,

Don't be mad at me for not waking you, you needed to rest. I checked on Teddy before I left. I have a class of 6th years 3rd period so feel free to come down if you want to. I have a free afternoon too, so tea in Hogsmede?

Yours always, Remus'

She smiled and sat up in bed stretching her arms up above her head with a yawn, grimacing slightly as her arm popped. It was one of the main reasons she still hadn’t gotten back fully into working herself, an injury from the war that still hadn’t recovered. The curse still that had hit her making it seem like it might not ever recover properly. Madam Pomfrey saw her once a week to help with it, but it wasn’t much better really.

She felt quite useless some days. She was desperate to get back into working again. She was never one for just lazing around doing nothing. She had been offered her job back at the ministry when ever she was ready to return to it, a hefty promotion waiting for her too. She still dis small things for the ministry, Kingsley has worked very closely with her and Remus on getting equal rights for Lycanthropes, made wolfsbane much more accessible. But for now she didn’t really mind that much, it meant having plenty of time with Remus and Teddy. Now in terms of work she she just helped out around the school where she could, because they didn't mind if she brought Teddy along with her. Some days she helped out in the hospital wing, her extensive knowledge on healing coming in handy. Other days helped with Minervas homework study groups, helped Remus plan his classes, she kept busy.

Teddy started to fuss and she got out of bed with a roll of her shoulder to try ease the morning pain. She peered into his cot to see him wide eyed and awake. He had Remus’ eyes. Big and brown and beautiful. He looked so much like Remus, she knew the older he got he’d simply be a double of his dad. Minerva was already joking that with them looking so identical now she would resign the day he was old enough to attend Hogwarts. With Remus and Tonks as his parents he was certain to have a mischievous streak in him for certain. It was practically fate.

" my silly boy huh " she said as she saw he’d managed to completely change ends he was sleeping on. She smiled, rolling her eyes with a smile and picked him up. His hair was a vibrant shade of red today, like the phone boxes back in London. His hair was the one of the only thing that seemed to change about him at the moment but he was already starting to control it. He had seemed to have learnt how to change his hair to match who he wanted to be held by when he was particularly grumbly. Which made things particularly difficult if they were staying at the Weasleys. But also quite cute when they would visit Harry and a little scar would appear on his head. She didn't even mind that just lately it would go brown more often than pink because seeing Remus and Teddy together was one of the greatest feelings in the world. Seeing Remus happy was one of the greatest feelings in the world. Because he so often would wake up in the night in a cold sweat as his nightmares replayed all the trauma of the war back to him. But work kept him distracted. And Teddy did. And she did. And though he would never admit it, the fact that he was sole income for the family now kept him motivated too.

She carried him over to her bed and sat down with to feed him, knowing that must be the reason he was fussing. It was quite peaceful sitting there in her room with him, it was raining outside and the rain hitting the window panes was almost melodic. Remus loved the rain and she’d grown to love it as well, sometimes convincing him to go out dancing around in it with her. If she listened closer she could hear the chatter of the children, she glanced at the clock and saw second period would be starting in 5 minutes so they were noisily moving between their classes. Even though there were no classrooms by the teachers wing in the castle, she could still hear them.

When Teddy had had his fill she propped him up on her pillows as she opened up his little wardrobe to get him something to wear. There was a quidditch friendly later on the evening, so she pulled out his little hufflepuff quidditch jumper ready. Molly had knitted it for him and it was an almost perfect replica. Even though Harry had tried to convince her he should be wearing Gryffindor. But even Remus agreed Teddy would be a hufflepuff. Through and through.

" wanna go see daddy teach later, hmm? You like being in his classroom don't you? Mummy does too because daddy looks very handsome in his teaching robes doesn't he? He does " she said as started to get him changed, unhooking his foot that he had shoved into his mouth “ are you going to be a good boy whilst he’s teaching? My good boy huh? “ Teddy gurgled an answer and went back to trying to get his foot into his mouth again.

With a half hour or so to go until his 6th year class she left their quarters and took Teddy down to his second favourite place in the castle. In one of the corridors off the main entrance hall a long row of portraits of those that had been lost in the war had been hung. Including one of Sirius. The first time they had seen it both Remus and Dora had cried only to have had the painted Sirius tell them both to grow a pair. But getting to introduce Teddy to his family was worth it, even if it did still make her emotional to see his face and hear his voice again.

When she reached Sirius frame he wasn't in it and she rolled her eyes knowing exactly where he would be. She walked down a couple more portraits to Fred Weasleys. And there was Sirius. Turns out even painting Sirius and Fred were mischievous and Sirius acted like the marauder he once was around Fred as they tried to play pranks on the others in the hall.

" do you ever actually stay in your frame?" Tonks said with a smile, bouncing Teddy lightly on her hip.

" Tonksie! And my little man! " Teddy started laughing as he heard Sirius voice and made grabby hands towards him. Tonks held him to the frame and Sirius pulled stupid faces at the little boy making him laugh even more. She wished Sirius was still around to truly play with Teddy. To make him laugh and turn him into the little prankster she knew he would grow up to be. But a portrait would all she was going to get nowadays. So she took what she could get " where's moons? Teaching? "

" yeah. We're going to see him now. Arent we Ted? Gonna see daddy? “ Teddy’s hair shifted brown at the mention of his dad and with a slight worry he would start crying and disturb classes, she said a quick goodbye to Sirius and made her way down to Remus’ classroom. She was a little early but Remus tended to let his class go early if he knew she was coming down.

And as exactly as she had suspected he had let his 3rd years go early when she arrived and they were piling out of the room. They all smiled as they saw her, all of Remus’ students knowing who she was.

" morning Mrs Lupin! "

" hi Ted! Hi Mrs Lupin! "

" good morning Mrs Lupin, oh hiyya Teddy! " some of the children greeted her as they left the classroom and she smiled at them all eagerly still just loving the sound of ' Mrs Lupin ' as she stepped into the classroom Remus had his back to her, tidying something on his desk and she snuck up behind him, wrapping her free arm around his waist.

" hi " she said softly and stood up on her tip toes to kiss his cheek. He turned in her embrace immediately, a smile gracing his faces the sight of his family. He leant down to kiss her only to be disturbed by Teddy yanking on his hair.

" oh I'm sorry, does someone feel left out? " Dora said with a laugh and handed him over to Remus who kissed his nose and both his chubby cheeks.

" kisses for both my favourite people " he held the baby boy up in the air and playfully tried to bite at his little feet making Teddy squeal in delight. Remus was well and truly in his element as a father. He had taken to the role so well and it warmed Doras heart watching them together. He may have had a rocky start. But he was more than making up for it now. He doted on his son, spoilt him completely rotten and showed him all the love and affection she’d known he’d had in him from the start.

Teddy soon became disinterested and far more interested in the model of some small creature on his desk. Remus handed it to him and sat him down on the floor as he gurgled to himself, inspecting the skull as if it was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen.

“ did you catch up on your sleep? “ Remus asked turning to Dora then as she watched Teddy with a smile “ you look tired darling “ he pulled her into, his hands on her waist. She gave a small shrug and looked up at him. His face was mildly concerned. He always worried too much. Always.

“ a bit “

“ you should’ve stayed in bed. Gotten some more rest “

" I’m fine Remus. Honestly. Besides. I like watching you teach " she said with a smile and hopped up to sit on his desk after a look towards Teddy. He was still babbling to himself as he investigated the small skull, still insanely amused by it.

" people aren't allowed to sit on my desk you know " Remus said and moved to stand in front of her, his hand reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear.

“ if I recall we’ve done much more than sit on this desk Mr Lupin “ his cheeks flushed and she couldn’t help the giant grin on her face. After all the time since they’d first met she could still get him flustered. She loved it.

" you're a tease you know that? " he murmured and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

" I'm well aware. But you married me didn't you? You signed up for it " he smiled and she brushed her lips against his with an smile to match his. Though he’d barely kissed her for a second when there was the sound of children in the corridor, his next class arriving. Dora gave a small sigh and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before hopping off of the desk and picking up Teddy.

“ you’ll stay? “ Remus asked, straightening up his desk and pulling her back in gently before she could go “ it’s mostly just a study lesson, you won’t be a bother darling “ how could she say no to him when he was looking at her like that? He made her melt. She gave a nod and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before retreating to the back of the classroom so she and Teddy wouldn’t get in the way “ in you come class! “ the children piled in, some stopping briefly to talk to Tonks and Teddy before finding their seats.

She’d attended so many of his classes by now and she’d never seen any children really misbehave. They all seemed to love him, all listening with pure interest in everything he had to say. And maybe it was his parental instinct, but he was practically a father to some of them. They went to him for advice, just to talk, some of the more quiet students would even seek him out at lunch break so they didn’t have to eat alone. There were the odd few that were still coming to terms with the new easing of laws regarding werewolves, having grown up around people always saying they were bad. But everyone quickly grew to love him.

Just like she’d said they would.

He’d been a little hesitant to take on his old job after the war and had declined twice before finally accepting. She’d had the joy of watching him flourish after returning to work, he was truly in his element. He was happier. More confident than ever. And she loved him even more for it.

Teddy remained quite as Remus started teaching, always looking at his father almost in awe. He only became a little restless when Remus set the students off to do their own working, a quiet chatter filling the classroom.

“ Mrs Lupin? “ Tonks turned her head as she heard her name and smiled as Ravenclaw girl looked at her expectantly “ could you give me a hand with this one? “ she happily walked over to the girls desk, crouching down to help her with her questions on the behaviours of Pukwudgies. Teddy continued to wiggle around as she tried to help the student so placed him down to sit by her feet.

She had only taken her eyes off of him for a few moments , but Teddy took his chance and wiggled out of his mothers grasp and crawled away to sit at Remus foot who was stood a few desks away helping a student himself.

" oh- Teddy " Dora hissed and went to snatch her child back to their place in the back of the classroom. But Remus simply bent down and picked Teddy, not even stopping his explanation to his student , and placed him on his hip which made Teddy clap his chubby little hands excitedly. Tonks finished helping the girl before hurrying over to Remus, ready to relieve him of their son. But Remus declined with a smile.

“ it’s okay. Have a break. He’s fine sweetheart “

He held him for the rest of the lesson , even when he brought the classes attention back to the front for the final part of his lecture. He held Teddy in his arm and acted as if it was a perfectly normal thing to teach about the life expectancies of dark creatures with a small child on your hip. None of the students seemed fazed by it either and Dora sat at the back of classroom with a smile so wide it hurt her cheeks. Nothing would ever come close to the sight of Remus happy. So at ease with being a father now, so at ease back in front of classroom. Helping. Teaching. Shaping small futures as he has always dreamt of doing.

And of course the cherry on top. His family. Something he had never thought he could have. He was finally living the life she’d wanted him to have since that first meeting back when she joined the Order. The war was over. He had lived most of his life in war. And now he was finally free. Free with her. And their son.

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