#maternal!reader

[onetoomanyfandomfixations]

Hi! I was wondering, if you are taking requests can I request reader taking care of Loona and/or Octavia like a mom or smth?

I dunno man I just want like… wrap them in my arms and tell them that sometimes shuts fucked but they’ll be okay

@idontreallyexistyet I’d love to!!

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Loona & Octavia with Maternal!Reader

LOONA

Loona would be SO hesitant to accept you as a mother figure in her life

Like, it’s pretty well known to everyone that she was left at the shelter as a kid

So she didn’t have a parental figure until Blitzø

And as begrudgingly grateful as she is for him - he’s not always the best option

Enter you

You’ve worked at I.M.P as long as Loona’s been there

You’re the one who keeps everyone on track, and keeps them safe - patches them up once jobs are over

At first, Loona thinks you’re just doing this to get on her good side

And then she thinks it’s just because you pity her

But - eventually the hellhound realises that you just actually care

She subconsciously starts gravitating towards you

Sitting next to you in meetings, etc.

And on one really shitty day, she just breaks

Loona snaps, and you end up taking the brunt of the outburst

When you usher everybody else out of the room - she becomes even more defensive

But when you open your arms, and whisper “cm’ere honey, what’s really bothering you?”

She Caves.

In seconds, the usually sharp-tongued hellhound is blubbering in your arms, explaining how shit of a day she’s had

Now, she goes to you before it reaches that point

Sometimes, she slips and calls you mum

But you both pretend it doesn’t happen, for Loona’s sake

If she ever needs a hug, or to talk something out - you’re the first person she calls

Don’t tell Blitzø

OCTAVIA

Although Via has a mum already, they don’t exactly have the best relationship

Alot of the time, the owlet feels as though her mum only uses her as a pawn against her dad

At least Stolas tries

So when her parents hire you to help with her schooling - she can’t help but feel brushed off yet again

But slowly, the two of you build a relationship

You’re not like her other tutors

You’re passionate, and you let her go on tangents about astronomy whenever it’s even a little relevant

You’re patient, and you understand things in a way Via can understand

Over time, Via starts opening up to you, telling you about her parents - how their fighting affects her

And you comfort her

But, she’d always sort of assumed they were just kind words

So one day; when her parents storm in fighting yet again - she’s caught off guard when you stand up from the table

Even more so when you tell them both in a firm voice and a withering stare that they needed to take their arguments elsewhere

Because they were making Via uncomfortable

So when her parents finally leave

The teen can’t help but run over to hug you tightly, whispering a quiet ‘thank you’

#helluva loona #helluva x reader #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #helluva via #helluva octavia #helluva boss loona #helluva boss octavia #loona x reader #octavia x reader #via x reader #platonic x reader #mother figure!reader #maternal!reader

[elliesmainhoe]

Goodnight, Mom

HBO ELLIE WILLIAMS X MotherFigure!Reader

This character is under 18 so the relationship is PLATONIC

Summary: After you help her down from a panic attack, Ellie calls you Mom for the first time.

Contents: mentions of David, trauma response, Ellie isolates herself, Night terror, Panic attack, Panic attack comfort.

A/N: I re-watched the last of us, and omg I need to comfort this bby so bad.

Ellie was such a ray of sunshine, so funny, so fiesty, so sweet. But ever since what happened with David, she just wasn't herself. She was quiet, reclusive and she never left her room, you went upstairs with a tray of food three times a day and left it outside her door, only returning an hour later to see it half eaten and abandoned in the same place you left it.

You missed her. You missed your walking boost of serotonin. Joel, Tess and you had been given her by the fireflies, you were all friends aswell as coworkers, well Joel and Tess had a little fling going on- but to each their own. She was so cute when you first met eachother, her little pocket knife and her messy brown hair.

And ever since you were assigned her as 'cargo', you hadn't been the same. The 14 year old immediately took a liking to you, and you to her. She stuck by your side through everything, you were practically attached by the hip.

She was with you when Tess died, when you tried to find Bill and Frank, when you met Henry and Sam, and when Joel told you he would no longer be coming with you. Ellie was your shadow, always lurking around watching you, smiling in admiration when you killed some infected in a particularly impressive way.

And that's why, after David, you couldn't bring yourself to deliver Ellie to the fireflies. You weren't stupid, you had a degree in biology for fucks sake, you knew- deep down that Ellie wouldn't make it out of that operating room. You knew she would want the truth and so you told her the truth.

Sitting in an old rusted car, driving down an abandoned highway back to Jackson you told her. She was conflicted- her life? For the world's? She was inclined to say yes. However, once you reminded her of the reality- it was unlikely it would work, and if it did it would be used as a political weapon against Fedra, and probably wouldn't see another person after its initial creation.

Once you made it back to Wyoming, you both settled down. Maria gifted you an old run down house to take on as your own.

When Ellie isolated herself in her room, you knew you had to leave her to it. She went through a traumatic experience and she deserved the time by herself to heal, no matter how much you were worried about her.

So, to take your mind of it, you went on patrols and found paint, old books, decorations and lights to try and make the house a home, and you think that you did that successfully. You painted the kitchen cabinets, reupholstered all the stools and couches. Added string lights in the living room and your bedroom to make it more cozy, and added potted plants around the house to bring the outside in.

After about 2 weeks the only room left to decorate was Ellie's. You had a large can of pale blue paint, and had collected a lot of posters of 70s-80s bands she had info-dumped about a while back.

It was night time, 10pm to be exact and you were exhausted- you did your usual routine, applying a moisturizer on your face and brushing your teeth before heading towards Ellie's door.

A small crack of warm light came out from underneath the wooden paneled door. Your first knocked onto the wood,

"you alright in there sweetheart?" you spoke softly, earning just a hum in response. "Well I'm going to sleep now- if you need anything don't be afraid just come wake me up"

"night y/n" Ellie's voice spoke quietly from the other side, if your ear wasn't pressed up against the panels you wouldn't of heard it. "Goodnight Ellie."

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At first the sound of Ellie's screams were no surprise, you often heard her sobbing, begging and pleading in your dreams, but this one was different it was clearer than usual.

Eyes flittering open and reaching over to your bed side table, you flicked on the reading lamp and blinked as your eyes adjusted to the warm golden light the bulb emitted. It did not take long for you to realize that the cries were very much real, and very much coming from Ellie's room across the hall.

Before you could even comprehend what you were doing, you scrambled out of bed and across the landing, swinging open the oak door that lead into the teenagers room. You hurried over to her bedside, turning on the table lamp so you could see Ellie fully.

Her body was writhing, her hands clawing at her own skin subconsciously. Her eyes remained closed, she was still asleep. Shit. First things first, let's make sure she doesn't hurt herself. You took her hands in yours, ever so softly, stroking your thumb against her palms reassuringly. You began speaking to her, trying to rouse her from her sleep as she began to fight against you.

"Baby- Ellie, it's just me Babygirl" you said, louder than you usually would. "You gotta wake up for my sweetheart."

After about a minute her eyes opened slowly- however there was a deep-rooted anger in them at first, for a split second she thought that you were him. She went to push you off of her.

"Sweetheart- sweetheart, it's just me Babygirl, it's just me." You comforted. Ellie's eyes softened, her angry screaming turning into words made incoherent by her relentless sobbing. You took a seat next to her on the single bed mattress, allowing Ellie's arms to wrap securely around your waist.

Her chest heaved- breathing quick and unsteadily. "5 things you can see, you know the drill" you told her, hands tangling into the brunette hair that laid in your lap.

"I can see... You, my sketches on the wall, my pencils, the moon out of my window and my comic book." She trembled through shaky breaths.

"Good Girl. Now, four things you can feel?"

"my bed sheets, your t-shirt, your hand in my hair and the socks on my feet." She spoke calmer this time, but the sniffles and occasional sob still left her lips.

"Well done sweetheart, three things you can hear."

"The clock ticking, your breathing, and my sniffles"

"Mhm.. and two things you can smell?"

"Your new soap and the smell of freshly clean laundry"

"And lastly, one thing you can taste"

"My toothpaste" she says, her breathing had now slowed and her sobs turned into the occasional sniffle.

"Well done Ellie, in so proud of you" you hummed, you pecked her forehead lightly- and grinned when you saw the hint of a smile grace her face.

"Can you stay with me till I fall asleep?" She whispered, looking up at you. "Course I can." you replied before shuffling onto the bed in a comfier position.

Ellie's face, still damp from tears buried itself in the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around you like her life depended on it.

"Goodnight Ellie".

"Goodnight Mom".

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[owliellder]

taking a moment to appreciate re2r leon with long hair cause i did that with re4r leon already

my soft spot is for re2r leon anyways, he's so baby girl and perfect and god i just want to hold him in my arms and tell him everything is gonna be okay

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[petwifed]

me and john price walk into a room together we both walking out pregnant

#was talking to Laurie about this #she thinks i can’t mpreg him #BUT I CAN #running my mouth🎀 #call of duty #john price #captain john price x reader #captain john price #im gonna put him in ugly maternity clothes

[sorrowfulrosebud]

B- bu- bud... idk if requests are open but....

B- be- bear bakugou who loves climbing trees but hates the winter cold on his paws. So he starts climbing things in the house😔. Just you scolding him while he's sitting snug on top the bookshelf because he left claw marks and splintered the wood...

BAHAHAHA MUG I LOVE THIS

“Katsuki.”

“Fuck off.”

“Katsuki!”

“Fuck off!”

“Get down from there now!” You scolded your hybrid as he glowered at you from the top of the bookshelf.

“Fucking make me, human!” He sneered, claws digging deeper into the wood, splintering the precious heirloom.

“Katsuki please, you’re damaging the bookshelf!” You pleaded. Katsuki huffed whilst continuing to glower.

“No. I like it up here. Now piss off!” He demanded, leaning forward to get his point across. The bookshelf was beginning to tip slightly, causing you to worry.

“What happened to your other climbing equipment?! Why does my poor bookcase have to suffer?!” You whined, cringing at the groaning of the bookcase. Huffing, you look at your companion.

“Okay. What would it take for you to come down?” You tried from a different perspective. Katsuki stared at you.

“Salmon bowl. But, I eat it up here. Then I’ll come down,” he said, positioning himself to get comfortable.

“Oh god fucking damnit Suki, fine! I’ll make your damned fucking bowl of salmon and fucking rice,” you grumble under your breath, muttering about how you hate winter as much as he does. Katsuki triumphantly smirks before falling asleep to the sounds of you grunting in the kitchen.

“Oi, wake up you stinky brat,” you grumble, pinging the chopsticks against the bowl as Katsuki’s eyes cracked open. His mouth delved into an O shape as he yawned, pointy toofs on show.

He reminded you of a kitten; so sleepy in the winter and hibernating anywhere he can. He could barely keep his eyes open during winter, so you were surprised that he managed to even climb up the damn bookcase.

“Mmmm, don’ wanna wake uuuuuuup,” he sleepily mumbled, getting comfy again.

“Oh no you little bastard, I made you the bowl so you would get off my bookcase. You promised, so get your lazy ass up and eat,” you scolded firmly, ready to throw the bowl at him when he sticks his middle finger up. You huff before smirking; time to bring out the big guns.

“Fine then. No more kisses for a week,” you said, going to leave. Katsuki’s head snapped to you.

“What?” He asked, sleepiness depleting.

“Yup, and no ear rubs whilst you’re napping too,” you list off, about to leave the living room when you hear conflicted angry grunts.

“Ugghghh fine, shitty mate. But, I get to lay on your lap and you have to feed me. Deal?” He answered cheekily, sleepy smirk slapped on his face.

You sigh.

“Deal.”

“Was this really so hard, sweetie?” You murmur to him softly, petting your sleepy bear boy after he demolished his bowl of salmon and rice. Katsuki cracked an eye open.

“Mhm, totally. Natural instincts an’ shit, plus I like being up in high places. Is too cold to do it outside,” he mutters, head nestling into your tummy. Your fingers trail softly over his cute little brown ears, giggling when you see his pompom tail wiggle.

“Stop moving, human. Your laughing is disrupting my sleep,” he mumbles, nosing your tummy as you wrap a blanket around him.

“Sorry, my love. Well we can look into constructing something a bit more practical for you to climb until it’s not as cold outside. I think the attic might be a cool place for some more climbing gear, plus the alcoves could be padded out for your naps,” you ramble quietly, gentle tracing of his ears never ceasing until you hear the quiet rumbly snores of your mate.

You stop talking, wrapped the blanket higher around his neck and kissed the space between his fluffy ears.

“Goodnight, my bratty cub.”

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #mugwort my love #MUG FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME MATERNAL #HES SO STINKY #I NEED HIM #MAKING ALTIMATUMS #bear hybrid bakugou #bear bakugou au #hybrid bakugou #hybrid bakugou x reader #hybrid bnha #hybrid bnha x reader #bnha x reader fluff

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Home to all of the fics and asks concerning the hottest Assistant District Attorney, I've ever seen.

🔥= NSFW 🖤 = angst ❤️ = Fluff 🫠 = somewhat spicy but not quite yet ❓= ask

Andy Barber x Divorce Lawyer!Y/N

The beginning 🖤🔥❓

Introducing Y/N ❓

A little taste of what's to come🔥❓

When they're feelings become the purest thing in their lives🔥❤️❓

"Worth it" 🫠🖤❤️❓

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[boilingrain]

There’s something silly to me about Bluestar x Yellowfang

It’s just “yeah Firestar’s moms should date”

Old women with tragic backstories and the very orange boy they separately adopted

#it's a great ship I love it #listen you can claim Bluestar wasn't a maternal figure to Firestar & that she was just his mentor but you can't do that with Yellowfang #She canonically tells Fireheart that she wishes he was her son #That's not a thing left up to reader interpretation or anything. The direct quote (from Rising Storm) is #''I wished you'd been my son but I could not have borne a cat like you.'' #(there's more to the quote but I can't fit all of it in the character limit of the tags) #(or technically I could but it would have to be several tags and I don't feel like doing that) #she also says ''I only regret that I will miss watching you become what Starclan has destined you to be.'' to him in that same bit of dialo #that is his mom. Like you cannot reasonably deny that #I'm going to shut myself up now before I actually write an entire essay about Yellowfang in the tags of this post #because I know myself and I know I'd do it #Warrior Cats #yellowfang #bluestar #bluestar x yellowfang #blueyellow #(I think that's their ship name?) #(I'd make a joke about how we should just call it ''Green'' but I'm sure that joke has been made already) #and because I mentioned Starclan's most special little orange boy #wc firestar #firestar #honestly if I ever decide to do fun character tags that's what Firestar's will be

[angelkissiies]

mother of mine

ellie williams x maternal!reader

cw : mother!reader, mother/daugher relationship, mentions of death, blood, canon game violence. angst. hurt no comfort.

wc : 1.2k

His blood still stained your hands as you left the vase on his grave, the glass filled with peace lilies you’d found somewhere along the way. No matter how much you scrubbed, the crimson seemed to be engraved into the ridges of your hands. A constant reminder of his death. You swiped off some of the snow that accumulated on his headstone, letting your fingers trace over the lettering of his name. It didn’t feel real, somewhere along the way you’d fallen into some false sense of security. One that promised you that he’d always be around, that you’d never have to live without him. 

Yet, here you were. 

“Mom?” Ellie’s voice drew you from your thoughts, accompanied by her trembling hand on your shoulder. She’d been with you when it all went down, seeing firsthand the massacre that was Joel's death. You’d blamed yourself, mostly, for not being more vigilant- for not being able to protect them when it all came down to it. The truth was, you’d spent every day since then regretting not being there sooner, not being able to spare your poor daughter the trauma of seeing her chosen father die. 

You blinked your tears away, looking up towards the girl, giving her a small smile as you came to stand up. “Hey, bug.” You hummed, wiping your hands off on your jeans as you regained your composure. If there was one thing you made sure not to do, it was breakdown around Ellie. She’d been through too much already, you didn’t want her to worry about you at the same time. She came first, even when you’d barely been able to bring yourself to eat or sleep- she always came first. 

She looked so tired, bruises decorating her right eye in a mosaic of blue and purple. The sight took you back to that night, to the sound of her screams as she begged for Joel’s life, you felt your stomach churn. “I’ve been looking for you, Maria told me you might've been here. I would’ve come sooner but-” 

You cut her off, nodding. You understood why she didn’t come, she didn’t need to explain herself. Joel’s death hit her particularly hard, considering how close they’d become over the past few years. Though lately, they’d been in a rocky patch- something you thought would just blow over with time. God, if you’d only known how short that time would’ve been cut. “What’s going on, Bug?” You asked, shifting from foot to foot as you watched her eyes cloud with uncertainty. “Talk to me.” It wasn’t like Ellie to be so nervous, yet you’d let that thought go considering how much she’d seen. Her actions didn’t need justification or explanation, she just simply was- and that was enough for you. 

Because every day you woke up expecting it to be next to Joel, only to be in a cold empty bed. 

Every day you accidentally made twice the amount of coffee necessary. 

Every day you looked at his laundry that sat awaiting the washing machine, knowing you’d never bring yourself to wash them.

Every day you saw his face, bloody and discolored as he died reaching out for his daughter.

Every day you heard her screams. 

Every day you found comfort in the knowledge that the only child you’d ever have was alive, despite everything, she was alive. 

“I’m leaving.” Ellie blurted out, wrapping her arms around herself as she looked to you for a reaction. At that moment she felt like time had completely stopped, frozen in that second as you stared at her with an expression that reminded her of a kicked puppy. Her eyes were shifty, glancing between you and Joel’s mound of dirt as she reaffirmed her decision. Even if you didn’t understand, in some ways, she was doing this for you too. She was doing it for the light she’d watch smother behind your eyes at the nonstop grief that lingered around you. 

You didn’t speak, feeling nauseous as you felt your heart skip a beat. “W-what?” You finally managed, a wave of confusion crashing over you as you reached out for her. This wasn’t real, there was no way that this could be real. After everything the two of you had been through, she was leaving? That couldn’t be right, it couldn’t. This had to be some kind of sick joke, something done to scare you into being a better mother. Because even that would be kinder than the former. 

The girl took a step back, avoiding your touch. “I’m going to Seattle to find them.” She explained, her heart hammering in her chest as she looked down at the thin layer of icy snow. It was something she felt like she had to do, seeing no other way to continue to live with herself. Though her solemn expression didn’t communicate it, her tears had been replaced with a burning rage. A need to find the people that did this to her dad, your husband. “I’m leaving tomorrow.” She knew it was going to take more than this to make you let her go and as much as it hurt her- she’d realized what she needed to do. 

“Ellie, no.” You laughed in disbelief, the inescapable sadness settling back in as you looked at the girl you’d practically raised. In all of the years, you’d had the joy of caring for her and becoming the mother she needed- you never thought you’d be here, shoulders shaking as silent sobs attempted to escape your mouth. You couldn’t decide whether you were angry or upset, a mix of emotions bubbling over as hot tears came to spill down your chapped cheeks. You’d cried so much they were raw from the constant rubbing. “You’re not going. Tell me you’re not going.” 

Her face was like stone, unmoving as you pleaded with her. She hated this, she wanted nothing more than to fall into your arms and stay there but the aching in her chest called for something more. Love couldn’t heal the damage done by Joel’s death, nothing but revenge could ease the ache. “I’m sorry, mom.” She had to hurt you. That’s the only way she’d be able to slip from the emotional grip you had on her heart. 

You felt a hole open up in your chest, lip trembling as you tried to rationalize this. There had to be some way to make this better, someway to keep the family you’d created together. Yet, as you searched your brain for an answer, it all began to fall apart. The walls you’d built to protect her from your own grief came tumbling down in a messy combination of tears and gasps. “Ellie, my girl, please.” You sniffled, a hand moving to rest upon your heart, in some failed attempt to calm yourself. “I-i can't lose you too. Please, don’t do this. We can figure something out.” 

Ellie was the only thing you had left. The only real connection you’d made in the past five years, despite all of the roadblocks you’d run into. You two always seemed to make it out on top, being by each other's side first as friends and now as a family. Fuck, she’d even started calling you mom about a year ago- just out of the blue- completely unprompted by Joel or yourself. It warmed you, knowing how much you meant to her, yet now as you begged her to stay- you saw the familiar withdrawal enter her body from all those years ago. She was keeping you at arm's length, not letting you get too close. 

“Bug-,”

“I’m going and it would be better if you didn’t try to stop me, (y/n).” 

#this sucks lowkey #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams #x reader #the last of us #tlou part 2 #tlou 2 #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x maternal!reader #x maternal!reader #ellie x maternal!reader #joel miller #ellie miller #tommy miller #angs #angst #ellie williams ff #ellie willaims angst #bella ramsey #pedro pascal #tlou hbo #hbo tlou #hbo the last of us #the last of us part 2

[elliesmainhoe]

Ellie Williams Headcanons: SingleMom!Reader

My Masterlist

Ellie met you when Maria had assigned her a new patrol route.

She was just walking around in the foliage of the woods, minding her own business and keeping a close eye out for runners when an arrow zipped past her face shooting a deer right in-between the eyes

She span around drawing her gun and pointing it towards the culprit.

"Look. I don't want no trouble- just let me get the deer. Please." You said, hands leaving your bow on the ground and lifting them up in surrender.

"Where are you from? what commune?" She asked, gun still pointed at you. "I'm not from a commune, I'm independent- but I really need to get home, I've been out too long already, I got a little one at home, I need to be back before dark"

"Alright. Go" she said her voice cold, lowering her gun and backing away cautiously.

Ever since then, Ellie always volunteered for that route, hoping that you'd bump into eachother again.

And after a few weeks, you did.

Ellie had strayed off of the route, going further away than Maria had instructed her to go until she saw a cozy brick house on a hill.

It was quite large, a river running past it, a water mill spinning, vines and flowers over grown and running up the walls.

Grey smoke floated out of the house's chimney, signalling to Ellie that there was life inside.

She was still hiding in the woods, out of sight as she watched the house's windows. Trying to spot any movement from the inside.

And that's when she saw you. In one of the upstairs windows, standing over a crib and rocking a baby wrapped in a pastel yellow onesie.

Unfortunately, the sun began to set on the idyllic picture, signalling to Ellie to make her way back to Jackson.

It had been three weeks since she'd spotted you at your home. Ellie felt weird and almost creepy for lurking around the outside of your home that day, so she didn't diverge from her expected route again. Until she'd gotten herself into a... Situation which resulted in her dislocating her shoulder and a nasty knock at the back of her head. And that's how she turned up at your doorstep, knocking on your door.

You opened the door to a disheveled, battered and very out of it Ellie.

"shit. Are you okay?" You asked, earning no response but a groan of pain. "Right okay. Uh come in." You offered.

Was it stupid? Letting a stranger into your house? Probably. But she let you go when she easily could've killed you and stole your food, and you didn't like being in debt to someone.

You guided her into the living room, pushing her down onto the brown leather couch before running off to the bathroom and retrieving the white plastic first aid box.

Ellie was awoken by crying coming from the kitchen.

She got up from the couch, stumbling into the source of the crying. She saw you, holding the baby up against your body, holding a bottle of formula to the baby's mouth.

"Shh sweetheart, shh it's okay Mama's here" you cooed at the baby, completely unaware of your surroundings.

"Boy or girl?" She asked, her voice raspy from just waking up.

"Girl... Her names Rosalie or Rosie" you laughed, bouncing her up and down in your arms, the cries dimming to sniffles as she began nursing on the nipple of the bottle.

Ellie soon leaves, getting back onto shimmer and riding her back to Jackson.

You and Rosalie turn into a part of her daily routine. Whenever she's out on patrol and she sees a baby book, or a blanket she shoves it into her bag.

She goes to see you and your baby every Friday, you'd usually cook her something and she'd play with Rosie while your doing chores and giving you a much needed break.

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Baby fever is real rn. Streamer!Ellie later 🤫

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[lunarmoonanons]

Cat Magnetism

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Quirk: Cat Magnetism

YN’s quirk is the strange attraction that brings cats to her automatically. Like a magnet effect that makes cats drawn to her. This quirk can’t be turned off by YN. It has a radius of 15 meters. No matter where YN is, the cats will find their way to be around her or on her, even if the doors and windows are locked.

YN cannot control the cats or command them. But they do feel affection for her.

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YN opened her eyes as the sun illuminated her resting figure. Her hair was splayed around her pillow, eyes slightly crusted at the sides, and a heavy fluffy weight sat loafed on her chest. YN smiled, not needing to look down to know that the purring mass on her body was the neighborhood cat “Junes” napping on her. Bringing a hand to rest on his back, YN started to sit up and lean back on her headboard, much to the unhappy meow of Junes.

“I know, I know. But I need to actually get up.” YN sighed and looked around her room, like usual there were cats all over the room. All in various positions of relaxation.

It was like this every morning. Even though she was required by her landlord to lock the windows to at least try to keep the cats out of the building. But they would find their way inside, all feeling a compulsion to be around her. This morning she counted at least 20 cats around her room. None of them bothered to get up as she began her morning routine.

The cats only seemed to follow her when she entered her kitchen, respectfully leaving some cat food out for them. A large orange cat purred on her table as she enjoyed her coffee, her fluffy body vibrating as YN absentmindedly scratched behind her ear. YN’s day began as she made her way out the door toward her job.

Walking down the street, cats would either follow her or turn their attention to her. A circle radius of cats somewhat surrounded her, as YN got closer to the center.

~~~~

YN really loved her job. She was a counselor for children who needed therapy. Her specific therapy involved the cats she would attract for them to cuddle and play with. Helping them with sensory issues, or ptsd, or any ailment that needed them.

Her gym room had it’s windows and doors opened to the outside, instantly her presence called the cats from the center and outside indoors. Slowly her children started to make their way in as well. Each finding a furry companion to play with or cuddle. Some kids had begun to open up to each other and play together. But some others stay away in corners, not ready for such excitement. YN did her job to talk with them, counsel them, and give them a safe space.

There was a new face in one of the corners, a small girl with a cute little horn and pretty red eyes playing with a small black kitten. She looked scared and lonely, such a sweet tiny thing. YN made her way over to the girl, crouching down in front of her.

“Hi there sweetie. My name is YN, I see that you made friends with sniper here.” YN smiled at the girl. She didn’t look up, continuing to pet the kitten’s small fuzzy face.

“I’m impressed that you got sniper to warm up to you so quickly. He’s been so closed off that we began to get worried that he’d never make any friends.” The small girl looked up at YN. “He lost his mommy at a young age, and we had to rescue him from a bad man. But it all worked out. Now he’s made a new friend in you.”

This caused the girl to smile down at the cat. Giving him a tiny peck on the stop of his delicate head.

“Now that you know my name and sniper’s name, may we know your name?” YN gently prodded.

“.....Eri. My name is Eri.”

Now that was a familiar name. YN was caught up on the news about the Hassaikai Incident, and the innocent child that was saved. A few days ago, there was a call made to the center, informing of a new child that would come. When Eraserhead made that call, people became worried about the possible safety of the child. YN was the only worker who volunteered to take her under their wing.

“Well Eri, would you like to play with the other children? Or rather stay here and play with sniper?” Eri thought it over, before pulling sniper closer to her. YN rightfully interpreted her anxiety, and placed a gentle hand on the girls.

“Okay, you can stay over here today. Then tomorrow we can try to get more comfortable with the other children. Is that okay?”

Eri gave a small nod.

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When the day was coming to a close, and the children left with their parents, YN stayed behind longer with Eri as they waited for her guardian to show. The cats all slept around the room, sniper curled up in Eri’s arms. The conversation between the two was interrupted by the entrance of Eraserhead.

YN made her way to the pro hero, shaking his hand.

“You must be very proud of Eri. She’s a very sweet girl, and was able to get our little problem child sniper to open up.”

“Eri’s a very special girl. I’m glad she was able to make a friend.” Aizawa smiled slightly at the woman in front of him. YN talked about Eri taking sniper home with her. But as much as he was interested in talking to YN, his attention was caught by the crowd of cats surrounding them.

YN caught on the confused expression on Aizawa’s face, and laughed slightly.

“Oh that’s just my quirk. Cat’s seem to be attracted to my aura or something like that. It makes my job easy when the kids want something soft to cuddle.”

Eri came to stand beside Aizawa, holding his large hand with her tiny one.

“Can YN come over for dinner?” Eri asked sweetly. Aizawa looked down at the girl, then back at YN with an eyebrow slightly raised in question.

“Oh alright. I’ll come for dinner. But you can’t get mad at me, when 20 or more cats break their way into your home.” YN laughed, as she walked out with them. Striding beside Aizawa, as he chuckled.

“I think that we can manage that. I might just keep you around to fulfill my obsession and need.”

“Oh so you’re gonna use me?” YN teased.

“Absolutely. You have no choice. You’re officially stuck on my side.”

Shouta had always had a small crush on the counselor. She was kind, funny, and brought herds of cats. What more was there to love?

So the three made their way to his home, YN and Shouta laughed whilst getting to know each other better. Small sparks burning between each other.

When they finally found themselves at his door, Shouta held the door for his girl, his crush, and several cats that had been following them. The night and dinner was lovely, Shouta made quite the impression on Yn and the cats.

The cats were very happy as she gushed to them about her new beau.

#mha shouta #shouta x reader #eri #eri x reader #maternal #aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa #mha eri #cats #mha #bnha #Different Quirks

[yandereshingeki]

Eren J masterlist

Word count: 363

Content warnings: Grief, Maternal Death, angst

got this idea on father’s day but wrote it last night after reading a few too many sad quotes

It’d been a year since it happened.

A year since mother nature decided to be so indescribably cruel.

A year since his heart was torn out of his chest and shown to him; as a wailing bundle with a mop of black on her head.

She wailed; oh, she wailed so loudly, crying out for her mother. For a semblance of something akin to one. And it came in the form of sleeves from a tattered old band tee that cradled her with the most delicate hold, like she was coated with fragile stickers on every surface.

He’d stolen her tears from her, holding her close so that she didn’t have to cry, even when he did, wailing out for the same thing she had.

You didn’t come home that night. Or the day after.

He buried you out by the sea. Behind the hillside beach house you’d always dreamed of together. Where his family now came to visit, to help him care for his newborn as the single parent he’d never hoped to be.

He liked to sit on the porch with her when things got hard, in the rocking swing you used to love. He’d listen to the waves crash below like a symphony of memories of all the times he’d listened with you. The times spent hand-in-hand that he took for granted so easily.

All he had now was her. His baby, your baby that he loved so dearly in spite of what happened. He could never blame her, the remains of your heart stitched together with his that was still beating. She did nothing wrong, so pure and new yet already with such a heavy burden to bear.

She looked so much like him, but her eyes, they were yours. Every time they peered up at him through that innocent soul, that ocean of grief came back to claim him. She was yours. She was yours. You would never know how glad he was that despite your hopes that your baby would be born with his eyes that held the sea in them, she was born with yours.

As long as he was alive, she would be loved. And as long as he was alive, you would be too.

#ch:erenj #tw: maternal death #tw: angst #tw: death #tw: grieving #tw: grief #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x reader angst

[tadpolesonalgae]

So, there’s a December fic I’m writing and I’d like you to help me choose a baby name 🧡💛

I would like you to be as connected to this story as possible, so selecting a name you’d like seems to be a pretty important part of establishing that attachment :)

(I’ll be reblogging this every few days so take your time deciding—it should be open for a week!)

#Azriel x reader #Maternity Leave #Azriel x reader fic #December fic #any and all help will be greatly appreciated 🧡💛

[witchofthesouls]

Wait so would the terror twins twins have one kid from the duo or are they both twins dads?

It’s going to confuse everyone.

Cybertronian split-spark twins are essentially the human equivalent of identical (monozygotic) twins on a genetic level, so Sideswipe and Sunstreaker would be full-blooded dads to each other’s kids. It doesn’t matter they have different frames. Even if a hypothetical split-spark pair were a flight-frame and a ground-frame, they still have the same, exact spark signature.

If their shared human SO carried twins, then there would be so much cultural misunderstandings and medical clashes as people try to mesh Cybertronian CNA with human DNA with their own framework. Should those hybrids have separate and distinctive sparks, then they’re siblings. Just as if said hybrids have the same, exact spark signature, then they’re twins. Split-spark.

(Cue Sideswipe and Sunstreaker constantly correcting humans that their little femme and mech pair that’s rolling around are identical twins.)

#ask #transformers #transformers g1 #G1 #reader insert #sunstreaker #sideswipe #bitlets #sparklings #pregnancy #maccadam #my thoughts #tf headcanons #bodies are already weird #hybrid babies more so #so much tears from medical teams #press F for your maternity care and Ratchet's sanity

[wri0thesley]

sorry. thought about . . . chubby reader n albedo. they’re so soft and warm. he’s stronger than he looks; it’s no trouble at all to pull them onto his lap. as long as they’re quiet, he can carry on working; it’s fine. when he’s thinking he just . . . starts squishing at their hips without realising it, hums under his breath a little and his eyebrows furrow as he works through things in his mind. is quick to point out the things he likes about you if you start getting insecure; the curve of your stomach, the soft roundness of your hips, the shape of your face. draws them, naturally - and somehow, you always look beautiful in albedo’s sketchbook. he shrugs. keeps his voice even and calm. ‘that’s just how you look,’ he says. ‘that’s just how i see you’. 

#also. ok lemme be a tiny bit gross in the tags #sadist albedo is like :) thats so much more skin to mark up and bruise and clutch #and i think . . . i think he has some deep rooted abandonment issues #and he kind of sees a sweet n soft chubby reader as . . . not exactly a *maternal* figure but. #a caretaker personality is just very appealing to him. he thinks its sweet. and bonus if klee likes you . . . #dnfkjvbjnkfgbjkn sorry #the bit of thigh on show in that albedo n klee art made me wanna sit on his lap SO BAD #not sfw text #chubby reader postin

[beachbabey]

just a small Marc Spector x reader because I have Steven Grant/Marc Spector brainrot and just wanna hold them for eternity

Word count: idk like 400/500 maybe

Genre: hurt/comfort ig?? fluff?? my brain is mush rn

not spellchecked or beta'd lmao

Steven coming home after a bad day at work to find you sitting on the couch, watching a documentary on the tv and just crawling into you lap, his thighs either side of yours and arms wrapping around your sides, head flopping into the junction of your neck and sighing deeply. You brings a hand to the middle of his shoulders, running your nails over the area before pressing lightly to encourage him to lean into your form, threading the other hand through his hair to stroke soft circles into his scalp. Gently asking him how his day was. All you receive in return are half conscious mumbles of ‘Donna’s a right cow, proper mardy bum that one’

Steven turns his head to face Gus’s tank, only to notice Marc, the man staring at the both of you through the reflection with a sad frown, he’d never allow himself to be comforted to this extent, maybe a short hug or a kiss, but nothing more (maybe he doesn’t think he deserves it, maybe he thinks he needs to be the rock for everyone).

Steven has never seen him so vulnerable before, never seen this man yearn, or pine for anything like this and gives up the front for Marc without any hesitation, knowing he needs this more than Steven right now.

You instantly notice, in the tensing up of his shoulders, the way he starts to lift his head up and push away from you, albeit gently and slowly, instinctively rejecting anything you have to offer, silently telling you, insisting, that this is for Steven, not him, this isn’t his affection to take.

You don’t stop, not even for a second, keeping the motions of your hands in his hair going but never tightening your hold, giving him the option to escape if he wishes. You give no indication that you know they’ve switched, as Marc sits up in your lap, keeping his eyes down.

I’m not Steven, you can let go now.

You simply hum and left a soft, barely there smile spread on your lips, looking up to meet his eyes, brushing the curls away from his forehead and cradling his face in your warm palms, bringing his head down to meet your lips. He lets you.

Why would I?

Marc whimpers so quietly you barely hear it and buries his head into you chest once more, wraps his arms around your waist even tighter. He probably hasn’t had this type of affection since he was a kid, before everything that happened with his mother and Randall. Hasn’t had someone cradle him like this, take care of him so softly in years.

He whines and a couple of sniffles can be heard, before you feel warm droplets fall onto your collarbone, all you can do is ground him, hold him tighter and press pecks to any part of him you can.

Don’t let go, please, stay here

Would never dream of it darling

#I don’t have issues what are you talking about haha…. #I see the little scrungly pathetic man and maternal instincts just get activated I’m SORRY #steven grant #moon knight #marc spector #oscar isaac #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader