#petting my hair until I fall asleep in his arms and he’s humming a song stuck in his head

[frecklystars]

I cannot stop thinking of Luke today. it is making me ache. it is eating my heart from the inside out. i think he’d help pull me out of a flashback and hold me so tight and never let me go. he doesn’t know much about ptsd but he knows how to be there for the people he cares about

#laying in my bed clutching my chest like I’m wounded #it’s not even 3 and I’ve cried twice today. haha. #i need him to hug me so tight #‘aw don’t cry on me princess. you need a distraction? hey I ever show you all my tattoos?’ #’yeah don’t ask what this one means. or this one. or this one. i just thought it looked cool.’ #i always thought of Luke getting a star tattoo on his chest because of me #i think out of all my Ryan F/Os who call me ‘star girl’ the nickname rolls off his tongue the easiest #‘star girl’ mumbled with a smirk. cigarette in his mouth. slightest curl of the lip. a bit of a lisp #fricatives so gentle and plosives so soft. and a rasp so guttural from a voice so quiet. #like ‘star girl’ is a secret he won’t dare speak too loud. he’s got his own falling star in his hands and he doesn’t wanna jinx it #I keep comparing him to a beach ken doll and he shakes his head and rolls his eyes #he says stop calling me that. and I say I’ll stop when he quits dyeing his hair platinum blond #he kisses my neck til I stop sniffling and then he keeps kissing until I’m laughing #and he’s like why are you laughing? huh? what’s so funny? his very light stubble tickling and he knows full well #petting my hair until I fall asleep in his arms and he’s humming a song stuck in his head #he lets me wear his shirt because it smells like him and it’ll help ground me from a flashback #those hands can kill if need be but they’re always the gentlest when near me and he won’t let me forget that #ANYWAY. i wanna die I’m gonna go to sleep #love notes #💕♬♪ ♡☆ Til my blood runs cold ━ I won't let you go - ̗̀🏍️🖤⛈️ ̖́-

[sugawhaaa]

☆ Thinking of Gaon as your boyfriend ☆

🧸Fluff head canons🧸

Gaon's love language is definitely physical touch and words of affirmation. I think he would also do acts of service but that would be more when you're feeling under the weather or sick.

At first he'd be nervous to ask for things even just cuddling but after dating for a while you would get cuddle attacks when he gets home after a long day.

He'd be a great listener, he'd just let you rant to him about anything really and he would either just listen or talk just as much.

As for the types of dates you'd go on he'd so do things like take you to the movies, get ice cream, coffee dates you know all very romantic stuff

Also I feel like he'd be the type of boyfriend to give you a little stuffed bear for your anniversary or Valentines day 🤧

When cuddling in bed Gaon would do things like play with your hair softly or hum until you fall asleep. I think he'd also rub your arm, or back a lot

When on your period he'd be the sweetest thing ever, getting you whatever you want when you want it as fast as possible. No questions asked.

Making breakfast together would be a common thing and usually becomes a kissing/cuddling session which results in burnt breakfast but it's just so worth it.

He loves movie night with the members because he steals a blanket for you and him so he can give you all of his attention instead of the movie.

Jiseok would also love to play songs for you on his guitar and would learn songs you love just to see your smile and get praised for his amazing talent.

As for the names he'd call you he'd come up with a Nickname for you but also use my love, baby, my angel etc

Bro would brag to the members about you all the time, talking about how much you love each other and rant about your dates

But when you're around he doesn't talk about you at all and when the other members bring it up Gaon refuses to admit it's true.

Playing with hair is a big thing in your relationship, he'd make you sit between his legs just to play with your hair and you'd do the same for him, often styling it in pigtails or little braids.

Stealing his hoodies/shirts would be such a blessing to him.

Seeing you wearing his shirt all baggy and nearly to your knees and covering your shorts just melts his heart.

Also giving you compliments when you might be feeling insecure is his number one goal as your Boyfriend

When wearing a bathing suit around him he'd notice your insecurity and would shower you in compliments.

♡Scenario ♡

"Want to go to the movies this weekend? I heard the new Mario movie is really good," Gaon said as he wrapped his arms around you and a cozy blanket. His hand then moved up to your head to pet your head and play with your hair.

"That sounds nice," you said half asleep with your eyes closed. Jiseok chuckled and just let you snuggle up in his arms as the campfire sounds played in the background from the TV. When Gaon realizes your asleep he'll take a picture of you, then take a selfie of the two of you and add it to his folder of photos of you <3

💫Spice head canons💫

Gaon is 100% a switch and no one can change my mind

He'd probably be extremely vocal as a bottom and probably as top honestly. Moans, grunts, whines, whimpers, begging everything Jiseok's got it.

He'd be pretty comfortable being sexual anywhere but he'd prefer to be at home.

He would definitely be the type of boyfriend that just wants to completely pleasure you. He'd get pleasure from pleasuring you.

I think Gaon would be a big fan of fingering honestly and he would KEEP HIS RINGS ON! Which is just 🤌 to me

If you were ever trying to muffle your moans or try to be quieter he would immediately tell you not to or else he would just stop what he's doing completely to punish you.

I don't think he'd be an aggressive dom. He'd be soft for the most part but if he happened to be more of a hard dom if you told him to stop he would INSTANTLY no questions asked.

I feel like giving oral would also be a skill of his and he'd love to tease you with it.

He'd also do little seductive things around the other members to see how'd you and them would react.

As a bottom he'd be a little brat, constantly whining and begging for what he wants but once you give it to him your ears would be blessed.

I think he'd also be into grabbing your hair, not to pull on it per se but just to grab it.

Praising you would be consistent too saying things like "You're so good to me,"

I don't think he'd be too interested in using names like "mommy" or "daddy" but if it made you happy he would happily call you mommy

As a top he'd just love to hear you say his name over and over and pull his hair.

As I mentioned earlier he gets pleasure from pleasuring you so if you don't cum well enough or moan loud enough you better be prepared for a round two.

And after you do cum well enough or moan enough he would praise the shit out of you.

I don't think he'd be into using toys, he would rather just use himself to satisfy you but if you wanted him to use something he would.

He would also leave marks everywhere on you, thighs, neck, arms, hips, waist, chest, shoulders like there is no way in hell your going to be able to cover every mark

Sending rather risky texts is also a habit of his when he's working but that was just his way of teasing the crap out of you to get you more riled up

You riding his thigh just makes him so hard. Like even just you asking to get off on his thigh would turn him on and when he sees a dark patch on his thigh he would just melt in satisfaction.

Lingerie would turn him on so much but after that it'd be discarded on the floor so there's not much sense in buying Lingerie just to turn him on.

~Scenario~

"Louder," Gaon demanded as he repeatedly hit that sweet spot inside you with his nimble fingers. You basically yelled his name and he smirked in satisfaction. He started to pick up the pace as his fingers went deeper inside you than you could ever imagine making you see stars. "There, there!" You begged him to keep going and he did as you asked. Your whole body tensed up and jerked at his every touch. You pulled his hair hard making him groan lowly.

"Jiseok, I think I'm gonna," you couldn't even get in a whole sentence without moaning or whimpering.

"It's okay, just cum on my hands," and just as he finished saying that you did just that. That would've been your third orgasmn on just his fingers. He slowly continued pumping his fingers in and out of you before pulling them out. He observed the liquid that coated 4 of his fingers. He put his fingers together before pulling them apart again watching your arousal string his fingers together. He then put his fingers in his mouth and began sucking on them, moaning. After he had licked his fingers clean which turned you on for the 100th time tonight he said "so good"

•°○ after care○°•

Gaon would turn into such a sweetheart after sex

Tending to any areas that might have been hurt and making sure he didn't bite too hard/much

He would say over and over again "you did so good," or "your amazing baby"

He would ask if you wanted a bath and if you said yes he would prepare it immediately and get you new pajamas for the night, slippers, nice warm towel, a book anything you needed.

If you said no to the bath he'd ask to cuddle you and you'd fall asleep in his arms

The next day your hips were sure to be bruised and he'd sincerely apologize and you'd have to keep saying "it's okay" or "it's fine it was amazing last night"

He'd also casually cover up all of his millions of markings he left on you.

♤Scenario♤

"I love you so much," Gaon said softly as you snuggled into his arms. His fingers played with your hair and he kissed your forehead. "Would you like a bath my love?" He said looking down at you with sweet doe eyes.

"Yes please," you smiled at him. He got up and gave you his shirt to wear until he finished getting your bath ready. You sat there just remembering what had just happened. That was until Gaon came into the room.

"Your baths ready," he grinned widely. You went into the bathroom and found your phone, and a book on the side of the tub. Your house coat and fresh pajamas were hung up and the water had some bubble bath soap in it. You hugged Gaon and thanked him.

A/N: I will be doing this for every member! It will be posted in order of like my biases so Gaon is first obviously and then it'll be Junhan and Gunil etc

Thank you for reading!!!♡♡♡

#xdh imagines #xdh smut #xdinari hero fanfic #xdinary heroes #xdh #xdh fluff #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes fluff #xh gaon #xh jungsu #xh gunil #xdinary heroes gaon #xdinary heroes fanart #xdinary heroes smut #headcanon #masterlist

[asilentsongbird]

Could I request Kaeya, Diluc, Childe and Zhongli getting a lap pillow from their s/o as they test?

Anon this is soooooo cute! Omg of course you can. I added in my baby boy Xiao because he's my favorite.

Characters: Diluc, Zhongli, Xiao, Kaeya

TW: None!

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Diluc

This is one of his favorite things to do when he has a rare moment free from work or from his night vigilance

You sit on the bed or couch, his head in your lap while your fingers run through his hair.

He could fall asleep in seconds. This is perfection itself.

At least until something happens and his brief moment of rest is ruined.

Another day, Diluc sighs and gives you a kiss on the forehead

He loves you more than words can describe

Zhongli

It's not often that you get such small, intimate moments with the geo archon

You love those moments though.

He's peaceful, not sleeping as others would but carefully cataloging every sensation. The way your fingers feel if you're touching his hair. The soft sound of breathing.

After the arching war, Zhongli didn't think that he would be able to find such peace.

But he finds it here, in this moment.

With you

And as someone who's lost so much, your presence is nothing short of a gift from Celestia itself

Xiao

This boy would be so uncomfortable with physical touch at first

You'd have to coax him. Almost beg him

He's very reluctant. Not that he doesn't want to, it's just that he doesn't want his karmic debt tainting you

But eventually, with enough time, you manage to coax him into the soft touches, getting him comfortable.

The first time you tell him to lay his head in your lap, he's as tense as a board. Stiff, unable to relax, just staring up at you

You hum a soft song and eventually, he somehow relaxes. His eyes drift shut, and though he doesn't sleep, he's more relaxed than you've ever seen.

For the first time in a very long time though, Xiao has peace

Kaeya

You don't even get a choice here

He comes home exhausted from work, doesn't matter where you are because your lap is now his pillow

Please he's had to deal with too many stupid people today, just pet his hair and maybe tell him how pretty he is

His arms wrap around your middle, face buried into your stomach and he's not moving for several hours, thank you very much

He might move if you give him enough attention though. But it has to be a lot

You knew what you were signing up for when you married him though

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaeya #zhongli #xiao #diluc #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader

[beanie-beebo-writes]

Killing him softly (with your words)

Pairing: Hunter x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: Reference to pet death

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Hunter groaned and put his hand on his head, rubbing the bags under his eyes and letting his heavy head fall to the desk in his room. You looked up from the book you were reading and chuckled at the sight.

Hunter was face down on his desk he had carved, his arms limply at his sides swinging slightly at his movement. If you were fooled, you could have thought he was asleep.

"Hey," You said softly, setting your book down on the bed.

Hunter looked up tiredly at your voice, his head still resting on the desk but now on an angle facing you.

"You okay?" You asked once you got his attention.

Hunter blinked slowly and ran a finger lazily through his hair. " 'm tired." He slurred in exhaustion.

"Then come to bed, silly." You said with a smirk.

He groaned again and rolled his eyes lightly. "I can't. I can't sleep." He said boredly.

"Sure you can! Looks like you're about to pass out now." You pointed out.

He exhaled softly in slight amusement and sat up, leaning back into his chair.

"It's just.. Every time I close my eyes-" He began.

You listened intently, even when he paused for a moment to collect himself a bit.

"...I see Flapjack." He finished.

You frowned. It had been months since it had happened, but you didn't realize it had such an affect on him still. Yet again, that little cardinal was his best friend.

"You wanna talk about it?" You asked.

He shook his head and sighed softly. "No. I just want to sleep. I want to close my eyes and just be in darkness for a while like it didn't happen."

You frowned and patted the bed beside you. "Come to bed. I think I could try something that would help."

He opened his eyes he didn't remember closing at your offer and scoffed lightly as he got up.

"Pshh, I doubt it." Hunter said.

He sat on the bed next to you until you gestured him to your lap. He blushed but obliged, desperate for an ounce of rest. You put a hand in his hair and began working your magic. Even without your bard magic, you could already feel the effects working in no time. You began to sing softly.

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly.... With his song.

Killing me... Softly... With his song...

You began to quietly hum the first verse as you felt Hunter slowly melt into your body. You could feel it within a few seconds. His body was finally beginning to relax, getting heavier on top of you.

About halfway through the song, you heard soft puffs of air escape his slightly parted lips. You smiled and blushed lightly, pausing to kiss the crown of his head. He shifted lightly as you stopped carding your hands through his hair. Not wanting to wake him, you softly began another song. Hoping he could stay in his much deserved rest.

After a few minutes, you found yourself yawning and becoming slow with your deliberate movements. You looked down and positioned the sleeping boy next to you. You shut off the light and scooted next to him. He was now on his side and completely relaxed. He leaned into your side and held onto you. His grip causing the sleep to become more prevalent in your eyes.

You softly heard him mumble something in your ear as you drifted off. You didn't quite catch it, but it didn't seem important. Your eyes closed on their own accord as you also fell into a warm deep sleep. The two of you completely still the whole night, not waking up once.

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Hunter saw a warm shaft of light behind his eyes, causing them to flutter open. He closed his mouth which had apparently been open while he slept. He moved his hand to wipe the drool off his face before he froze. His arm was over someone. And that someone was you.

When did that happen?

He didn't even recall falling asleep, let alone dreaming. It was too early to remember. You looked so peaceful in your sleep. It made his heart flutter. He wanted nothing more than to protect you from the world.

Which was funny because he never felt that urge before. You sighed in your sleep and wiggled your head closer to his chest, still deeply asleep. His face burned red. You were so warm. He hadn't slept that good probably ever. Not since he was knocked unconscious more than once over the years.

It was a foreign feeling.

But it didn't feel bad. He paused and took in the moment.

It felt nice. It felt safe. He felt loved.

He shook away tears at that thought and yawned softly, still feeling quite worn down from the night before. He laid back down and stared at your peaceful sleeping form. And yet again  he felt his body trying to avoid sleep just by watching your eyelids flutter as you dreamt.

He barely had a thought in his mind as he fell unconscious again.

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It was the first good dream you had in weeks. You were sitting with Flapjack, feeding him some of your picnic you had prepared the morning before. He twittered happily as you offered a piece of your human sandwich. You heard the grass crunch in the distance and you looked up, seeing Hunter standing there awkwardly. He looked up at you with a light blush on his cheeks.

"Can I... Join you?" He asked timidly.

You smiled warmly and nodded. Gesturing to a spot on the picnic blanket next to you as you offered him some human food. He looked at it questionably before looking at your smiling face. He smiled back and took a bite of the sandwich, his pupils dilating in pleasure. His eyes widened as he looked to the food and then back at you. Not believing his taste buds at how good it was.

You giggled as you both chuckled for a bit and chatted while sharing food. It was the happiest you both had been in ages.

It slowly faded away as you opened your eyes to Hunter's shirt in your face. He was still fast asleep, holding you as he breathed slowly. You felt his breath softly tease the top of your hair. You could relish in this moment, even if for a little longer.

#hunter x reader toh #hunter toh #gender neutral reader insert fanfic #hunter x you #hunter x y/n #the owl house fanfiction #toh #the owl house #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n

[d4rlinx]

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 ^^^

"𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 ??"

𝘈/𝘕: 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘰𝘤

𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩

♥︎  ♥︎   ♥︎   ♥︎   ♥︎   ♥︎   ♥︎   ♥︎   ♥︎  ♥︎   ♥︎   ♥︎   ♥︎  ♥︎   ♥︎

You were bored and wanted to hang out with your bestfriend Kuon.

♡

You can't help but kick your feet while messaging him.

You shrug the feeling of butterflies whenever you're with him. Convincing yourself that it'll go away

You check your time as it was 12:00 PM

You get up to get yourself ready.

Washed your face and styled your hair.

Humming to your favorite song.

You picked a casual outfit of your choice

And then you went off as you bid your goodbye to your pet(s).

You walked there excited

Kuon was already there he greeted you with a smile that made the butterflies in your stomache flutter.

You say "hey!" as you sling your arm around his shoulders then gave him a hug you felt a small pat on your back.

"y'know I missed you" he said

"yeah yeah but I also missed you too" you said with a chuckle.

then both of you walk into the cafe the smell of coffee lingering.

"that smells nice" he said "yeah" you replied with a gentle grin.

"I'll get that drink, how about you?" he replied with his choice of drink.

You payed for the drinks.

Then you took a small sip.

"ACK it's hot" your hand fanning your tongue

"check

You two exited the cafe then walking to park that had lovely flowers.

"hey I just noticed you don't seem to laugh a lot"

you say curiously

"what do you mean?" he says with a confused tone.

"like full on laugh. Hurdiling your stomach and shit." carefully sipping on your drink.

"ehhh really?" he said.

"yes really" you said looking at him.

"Also my sister is now on 5th grade and my brother on 3rd *sniff they grow up so fast"

you said with fake tear droping.

"You sound like as if your an old mom"

he says snickering

"HEY I DO NOT"

"you do" slightly pinching your cheek

"BITCH" pinching his cheek back

"owww that hurt" acting all hurt (whiny ass 🙄 /j)

"awwwh will a wittle kiss make you fweel bette- pfft" you can't help but laugh about what you just said

he smiles at you, he had always adored the way you laughed (as a red tint came flushing over his cheeks)

You two talked more until you reached your destination.

Both of you laying on the grass

"ah"

you say as you finish your drink.

'heh what if I tickle him.. maybe not.. buuut'

he was laughing all over the place as he was about to fall yet you grabbed his arm but both of you still went down

you had your eyes closed then opening your eyes as you hear a small

"pfft"

"hey what are you lauging at?"

"pft- then he bursted into laughs again, you can't help but join in.

both of your laughter slowly ended.

He wiped the tears from his eyes while still stiffling a few laughs.

While you lay there in awe

You never realised how cute he is

▅▃▂▁♡▁▂▃▅▅▃▂▁♡▁▂▃▅

You snapped yourself back to reality.

As you dust off the grass on you.

"Missed a spot" brushing his hair

he laughed and said "thanks"

"holy he's cute" you muttered

"what?" he asked "hm? I didn't say anything?"

"oh I thought you said something.. man I'm exhausted" his head leaning on your shoulder, your hands holding eachother.

The gentle breeze brushing your skin, grass behind your back as you stare at the clouds.

You wish this moment to last forever but you know it won't so you savor it, a memory for you to keep and to ponder about.

You fell asleep while Kuon is there busy with his own thoughts.

"I love you so much I can't handle it anymore" he says with a very soft voice to not wake you up or for you to hear.

His cheeks warm and with a red tint, stroking your hair between his fingers.

Both of you staying in the same position everythimg felt so warm even though you were asleep.

#blue lock x reader #wataru kuon #wataru kuon x reader #bllk x reader #maybe a lot of ooc

[horrorscoupes]

happy wip wednesday (its 19 mins into thursday here but shhh) i was tagged by the patient and kind @autisticempathydaemon who i love so much 🥺🥺🥺 i dont have any super new wips but heres something wildly ooc from what i usually post :]

cw: soft and domestic

“When I told you I was looking forward to spending the day with my head between your legs, this wasn’t what I had in mind.” Gavin mused, tipping his head back far enough to look up at Freelancer. 

Their legs were draped over his shoulders while they watched the game show channel on mute, music spilling from their battered laptop on the coffee table. His head was resting lightly on their lower stomach, shoulders against the cushions of the couch. Wind whistled against the walls and shook trees outside. The tiny heater that migrated between rooms put off meager heat. It was a wonderfully boring day.

“Too bad, so sad.” They replied, twisting his hair into thin and uneven plaits on the top of his head. The song changed, played for a few seconds, and they started to hum along. On the TV, someone won Jeopardy. “I need to do laundry.” Their tone had shifted, as if the mere concept of getting up was an overwhelming chore.

Gavin mimicked their little rhyme, trying not to flinch when they tugged on his hair as punishment. “You need to get groceries, too.” He mentioned, thinking about the loaf of bread that had been molding on the counter for over a week. Mentally, he added grocery shopping to his to-do list, just in case they got too busy to actually do it. After all, his tactic of sneaking a little food into their kitchen every few days had worked thus far.

“Being an adult sucks.” Freelancer still didn’t move, crossing their ankles over his chest so he couldn’t either. In solidarity, Gavin stroked the bevel of their calf.

“It doesn’t get better.” There was no space to turn his head and nose into the inside of their knee, but he kind of wanted to.

“You’re so comforting, Gavin, thank you.” Their legs withdrew from his shoulders, falling apart so they could push him away. “ What would I do without you?”

‘Hmm’ing to himself, Gavin turned over to kneel between their knees, looping his arms around their waist in one fell swoop. “You’d fall asleep in the shower twice as often. At least.” Chin on their breastbone, he thought out loud. “And you’d have to throw out more leftovers. And there’d be no one around to annoy you. Or keep you warm when you run out of blankets to huddle under.” They pushed his head, gently and with no force. “Who would crack your back for you? Or change lightbulbs when they go out in the kitchen while you’re cooking?” 

The song changed again, going from a fast paced chorus to a soft tune with mumbled words Gavin could barely discern. Freelancer pet his hair, fingering through his ugly plaits until they were just a memory. Their smile was as sweet as the song playing, lips parted just enough to see a glimpse of their tongue, caught between their incisors. Like they couldn’t think of anything to counter him, even though there were plenty of people in their life willing to do those things for them. Gavin knew it, and they had to as well, but they didn’t bother to say it.

“You need me.” He joked, and pressed his lips to the curling script of their faded tee shirt. They were suspiciously silent when it came time to tell him to fuck off.

not tagging anyone since its Thursday but if youd like to please do ^w^

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted gavin #redacted freelancer #my writing

[duskthevampqueen]

Taking Care of Their Love

I made this for one of my closest friends because she has a headache right now and needed the comfort! Some of these can be applied to general sickness, but the main idea is that the reader has a headache. I also wrote this shockingly quickly so please excuse any errors of grammar or spelling.

All Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader

Toast

They would try to avoid having too many questions, and depending how much pain you’re in, would lay down in the bed with you and pet your hair, all nervousness gone because you're not feeling well. They wouldn’t even speak, they would just lay there in silence, staring at the ceiling at the wall as they attempted to comfort you with their presence. They wouldn’t speak until you did, basically, and then when you did, their awkwardness would show a little bit as they tried to figure out what they needed to ask to check up on you.

Or get you medication, and put some noise canceling headphones on you to play soft, gentle music. They would have you snuggle with them while they game, knowing that them holding you makes you feel better, occasionally taking one half of the headphones off to murmur check ups on you. They would be very quiet that day, even if the headphones are noise canceling because they don’t want to bother you one bit. A blanket is over the two of you to keep the body heat together in comfort, and they don’t notice you’ve fallen asleep until they check up on you next.

They don’t bother moving you, keeping quiet as you sleep, until they eventually join you in your nap later on in the chair, arms wrapped around you.

Nightowl

He would murmur reassuring words, dim all the lights within his room, make sure all the curtains were closed as usual. Then would get you under the covers with him so he could gently snuggle you close to his chest as he petted your head and rubbed your back. Depending how bad it was, he would either be quiet, or hum songs he knew you liked, or talk very quietly about things you enjoy.

When you’re well enough to talk fully, he asks if you’d like a TV show on, and puts on your favorite show on his laptop on a low volume and low screen brightness. He would be quiet while listening and watching the show with you, occasionally glancing over to make sure you were okay, along with checking that the volume and brightness was at an okay level.

If you wouldn’t want any other noise, he just talks about his day with you, keeping to cute or sweet stories until you eventually dozed off.

Quest

He would immediately make sure you’ve drank plenty of water, and then check if you’ve eaten, before setting you on the comfortable couch and wrapping you up in a blanket. He kisses your forehead before disappearing into the kitchen, trying to make as little noise as possible as he starts to make an easy and comforting soup for you. He would try to make it nutritious while also tasting good, or even make your favorite soup depending what it is.

When hes all done making the soup, he comes back out of the kitchen with a bowl and setting it in the coffee table to cool. He disappears shortly before coming back with headphones for you, picking one of his favorite softer playlists before putting them on you. He keeps only one warm yellow lamp on as he feeds the soup to you, not allowing you to take the spoon no matter how much you protest.

Once you’re all done with the soup, he sets the bowl in the kitchen before pulling you into his arms and snuggling you close as you fall asleep against his chest, laid back on the couch.

Xyx

He stops most of his jokes when you tell him you have a headache, and immediately turns his voice down as he reaches out to rub your cheek. He shoos you to the bedroom to lay down as he gets you medication and a small snack, before joining you on the bed. He scolds you gently if you try to deny the snack and meds, but understands if you say that meds don’t work.

Once he's made sure you’ve eaten, at least, he gets up and disappears out of the room for a few moments, before returning with a book of your favorite genre. Or a book that he knows will be comforting. He gets under the covers with you, himself sat up against the headboard as he pulls you close to his chest with one arm. It allows you to feel the soft rumble of his chest as he starts to read the book to you in a low voice, putting a little expression here and there to be entertaining but mainly soothing.

He reads the book until he knows you’re asleep, and then slips down further under the covers with you. He whispers words of love and comfort to your sleeping self until he falls asleep himself.

#bloomic #blooming panic #blooming panic nightowl #bp nightowl #nightowl #blooming panic quest #blooming panic xyx #bp quest #bp xyx #quest #blooming panic nakedtoaster #bloomnini #bp nakedtoaster #xyx #nakedtoaster #headcanons #comfort #all fluff

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

JUST A LESSON

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

warnings: language, smut, blood, minor injuries

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N felt her anxiety level break.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pool?” Sasha piques, “Swim?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

Y/N smiles, “That sounds great!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

“Missed you, mumma.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Move out of the way.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

“M’so sorry, I’m such a bad fa-”

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

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

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

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

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

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Blissful Relief

Modern Day life is stressful (no one can tell me otherwise), and as someone who will practically deflate upon suddenly having nothing to do and nothing important going on in the future (because being isekai'd means all regular world plans for life are cancelled), I will not hesitate to sleep like the dead because I'm not on a tight schedule now.

(Two posts in a Day?? What have I become?!)

A.K.A, I make an excuse to write a Lazy Nocturnal God!Darling who will abuse the cult pampering system... because that is what I would do without hesitation when I’m free from Modern Day duties that eat away at my health and sanity bit by bit with every hour I spend working like a mindless zombie from dawn to dusk, juggling home life that is filled with bothersome troubles that never change.

I’m also a night owl, caused by both insomnia and because it is the quietest hour that I cannot help but want to relish in since my life is filled with so much loud noise it gives me daily migraines... but of course, habits are formed from repetition and I will always wake up at 4-6am like a dumbass thus suffer the consequences the next morning.

Uhh... and I guess there might be OOC stuff?? Characterization who? Also Self-Indulgent again?? Super Self-Indulgent??? Letmeenjoysleepingandbeinganocturnalcreatureplease--

Morning tends to consist of Zhongli coming into your room, leaving the tray of breakfast he prepared on the coffee table near the sofa in your room before he walks over to kneel beside the bed where you're happily dozing off on, a hand moving to gently rest on the small of your back to rub small circles with his thumb. He’s softly smiling the whole time, looking at you with such adoration and fondness with how relaxed you were. As much as he wants to let you sleep in, he knows what would happen if a mortal body doesn’t move that much on a daily basis.

He'll try get you to wake up without being too loud, and if you ask for affection (kisses in particular, because I’m an affection and touch starved bastard), he will give it to you without hesitation and pepper your face in adoring kisses before carrying you off to the sofa so you could eat. He will feed you himself if you’re still too sluggish.

Will also put you in his lap if you’re nodding off, mostly to prevent you from hurting yourself (and because he enjoys the close proximity, if you allow it).

On rare occasions, Childe will be the one to wake you up in the morning instead whenever Zhongli is busy, letting you snuggle in bed a while longer if you want a few extra minutes before smothering you in his affections as he whisks you off from bed to get ready for the day and drop you off in the kitchen where breakfast is waiting on the table.

He will feed you himself if you're still drowsy, looking at you while cooing as though you are the most precious little thing this world has ever given life to (and to be fair, you are the most precious person to him with his family).

Will give you more cheek kisses if you’re still half-asleep, or in-between spoonfuls as a way to let you know you’re doing great... and because why not. It’s a rare moment to have, since Zhongli does hog a lot of your time.

Noon/Afternoon usually has Venti to keep watch over you if you ever choose to nap somewhere random around the teapot outdoors, or somewhere out in the wilds of Teyvat where the weather is just right and the surroundings are generally quiet. If you were outside of the teapot, you’d also have either Kaeya, Xiao or Kazuha to accompany the two of you depending on where you are for extra protection (per Zhongli’s safety precaution).

Venti will hum a song, and maybe strum a calming tune while you nap, happily basking in the gentle breeze and warm sunlight as the day goes by in a very peaceful and quiet manner. If lunch time comes around, he’ll try to wake you up as gently as possible, but finds it difficult to disturb you when you look so comfortable and peaceful right now. (And usually, this has you missing out on lunch if Zhongli is too busy to check up on you. Don't worry though, he'll make sure the packed lunch is empty before the old man drops by and that you did eat something.)

Kaeya will take the chance to cuddle with you, usually keeping you between his legs while you're using his chest as a pillow as your head is tucked in the crook of his neck. He's going to keep a loose hold on you, arms wrapped around your waist while occasionally shifting in case you're uncomfortable. He's smiling the whole time because you're so cute when you sleep like this. (Will occasionally give you kisses on the crown of your head if you don't mind it. Man wants to spoil you with so much love if you allow him to.)

Xiao is 100% attentive to all things in the surrounding, wanting to keep you safe from all potential dangers and will not relax while you're in such a vulnerable state. He will, however, melt when you sleepily call for his name while lazily reaching for him in such a lazy, but cute manner. Just like that, he's right by your side, asking for whatever you need. He's still on guard, but whatever you need, he will be there to provide... kisses and snuggles included, even if he’s struggling to be open about it. 

Kazuha would be smiling serenely, occasionally brushing the hair off your face if it gets in the way of giving you proper sleep. He would take care of problems that may arise before it reaches you, and if you ever have trouble trying to be comfortable, he’ll let you lay your head on his lap while he gently pets your head in such a soothing manner that the nap turns into full on sleep... his legs might go numb, but he just couldn’t wake you up when you looked so peaceful sleeping right there.

Sayu will always accompany you when you’re in Inazuma, mostly because she could find an excuse to sleep with you around when you are getting ready to nap. She’ll be quick to defend you though, because if you get hurt, she’ll lose that excuse and she’ll struggle to find peace to sleep for a while without having people tailing after her.

Dusk/Evening you’re decently awake (or rather, barely awake), Zhongli’s not letting you sleep anymore until later into the night. Ei would keep you company, the time when it’s not so busy for her as things settle down and allow her to spend time with you. She’s honestly just internally squealing when you end up holding onto her hand or sleeve if you’re too groggy to walk by yourself and properly guide your own feet.

Sometimes the Kamisato Clan would be the ones to accompany you, per Ei/Raiden Shogun’s orders. Ayaka used to be on-guard (because how did someone who was barely standing on their own two feet turn the Raiden Shogun into some excitable puppy??) when she first met you, but she got over it after realizing you’re not a bad person after spending enough time with you to see it.

Thoma sometimes coddles you, knowing well enough that you were just tired from the stress of the daily life you used to have when you told him once during a day when he was left to take care of you... He does his best to make sure you were enjoying yourself in the city, keeping a watchful eye in case you’d trip on your own feet.

On rare occasions when even the Kamisato Clan is busy, Kujou Sara would be the one to care for you... as foreign as it was in the beginning, because you’re so idle and pretty sluggish most of the time, but she grew to find these times relaxing. Of course, she is ever watchful for all problems, and when you were awake enough, would be helpful with your foreknowledge if you do remember everything well enough.

When Night falls upon Teyvat, you are fully awake, if only for a while until you grow exhausted again. In these moments, they would all try to spend time with you and gain more of your attention... but aside from that, you would often take strolls on Watatsumi Island, if only because you do sincerely enjoy the scenery the island had during the night... but other times, you would either take a stroll at Starsnatch Cliff or Qingce Village.

Kokomi would be with you, walking alongside you while she admires the sight of your relaxed, fully awake expressions that mostly appears at night. She would keep each of these moments to her heart, knowing that if her God loved Watatsumi as it is, then all her efforts into protecting it was worth it... plus, there was something nice just knowing a God like you enjoying the natural sight of her home while taking a nightly stroll.

Gorou trails behind you like a puppy, basking in the attention you give him and will always be ready to defend you. When you talk, he is absolutely silent, wanting to hear your voice in its more clearer form. He will not be happy if someone interrupts you, definitely will snarl at them if you don’t keep him in check... but aside from that, he will stick close to your side while you’re at Watatsumi Island as your guard with Kokomi.

Diluc will be by your side during the night when you’re in Mondstadt, always looking away when your gaze is directed towards him but otherwise would observe you closely... since he often sees you when you weren’t fully awake. He enjoys seeing this side of you more, and while he does find your sleepy self to be adorable, he likes knowing that you’re aware of everything... It gives him a peace of mind when you do acknowledge his efforts.

Midnight rings clear into the night, the clarity of your mind would return into its sleepy state. You would return back to the Teapot and get ready for bed, tucked in comfortably by one of your acolytes before you slumber until morning rises once more and repeat your day... Sometimes, if you’ve relaxed enough, you might be fully awake for the whole day.

Of course, that is a rare moment that might not always happen, but if you were truly awake for a whole day, none of your acolytes are going to miss this chance and might fight to have your full attention if you don’t give them the satisfactory amount, unless you put your foot down and make sure they behave. 

Aside from that, your cult will always be there for you, ready to take care of you and give you all the affection you want.

#self aware genshin #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #I don't know how to self-care #I'll just give myself this and share it to everyone #*wheezes from stress* #I should sleep #but brain got 50+ ideas #skjsksjksjskj #I had this in my drafts since the Greeting post lmao #Finally done with this #Even if I don't really like how it ended #But brain is dead so this is all I can do for now #Not going to revise this

[littlefreya]

Santa Baby

Summary: For over a decade, detective Walter Marshall kept a dirty little secret, thinking no one would ever find out about his past. Sadly for him, you are somewhat of a detective yourself.

Challenge prompt: the song Santa Baby.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Some sexy themes but mostly fluffy floof fluff.

A/N: This is for @toomanystoriessolittletime​​ Christmas challenge, which I am sadly a day late with. Remind me to never sign up to challenges. I stumbled upon erotic book covers that looked a lot like Walter (this and this) so decided it’s a funny idea. I never read these books, so I am not mocking it or the artist who drew it. Many thanks to @wondersofdreaming​ for helping me out. Not beta’d, I own my mistakes.

Please feedback, comment, reblog if you enjoyed reading. 💖

Title: Santa Baby

It’s not that Detective Marshall was the Grinch or anything, it’s just that he couldn’t afford to be merry. With crime levels peaking during that time of the year, and sunlight being scarce, his body ran strictly on caffeine and stale doughnuts. 

The temptation to spend Christmas eve sprawled on the worn-out leather sofa in his office was quite strong tonight. But even big hulking bears had their weaknesses, and as exhausted as he was, he dreaded every morning he woke up without your warm body curled up beside him. 

With his energy level blinking red, he finally decided to call it a night and drive home. Heavy growling and thundering drums roared within his truck, the extreme Scandinavian black-metal he listened to served as a complete contrast to the soft snow that fell from the sky and quietly piled up on the sides of the road. Pausing at the street-light, he watched the little crystals striving to form on his windshield and melting just as quickly against the heat of the car. 

For a single moment, all the terrors of the night diminished by the little flame that was the reminiscent of you - his little firefly who led him through the darkness, tender as snow and wild as fire. Accelerating just a tad, he imagined you’d be asleep by the time he’d get there, and if not, Walter hoped to at least be in your good graces. 

Luckily, ther warm orange hues beaming through the windows assured him that you were still very much awake, and he couldn’t help but spare one of his rare smiles.

Muffled tunes of a familiar song played beyond the door, the bass vibrating through the polished wooden flooring and the walls. Slow and sensual like honey rolling off one’s finger, the jazzy beats filled the spacious house along with the sweetest scent of crushed peppercorn and red berries. Smiling wider, he held onto the doorframe and kicked off his heavy boots.

“Pet?” he called and followed into the living room, hearing you humming along with the lyrics.

“Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for me.”

Oh, he was indeed in your good graces. 

Sitting on your knees with your ankles hunched below your ass, you wore a velvety Santa hat and a sheer, red nighty finished by fake white fur that outlined your breasts. Your hands held a shiny green present over your thighs, and you gave him one of those coy looks that made him want to fall before you and pledge himself as your servant.

Instead, he crooked an eyebrow and unzipped his thick winter coat, carelessly discarding it on the floor and making his way toward you.

“Have you been an awful good girl?” 

Sleeves rolled up; he crossed his muscular arms together while towering over you. His cobalt eyes drank in your sight, trying to decide what to do with you first. The scent of musky sweat mingled with dark cologne wafted over you within seconds, making your chest rise and sink in a primal instinct. 

“Oh, I’m definitely going down your chimney tonight,” he growled upon your reaction to his presence and sucked in his bottom lip with growing hunger.

“At least three times,” you dared him in return and then casually lowered your gaze to the box perched on your lap. 

The large man caught on the hint and carefully knelt before you. One of his hands reached to stroke his beard while his mind rummaged to figure out what surprise hid behind the shiny package. 

“Got something for me over there?” he wondered with a playful beam, “I thought we’re not doing presents until tomorrow morning.”

“Just a little teaser,” you answered. Your eyes shone brighter than the large decorated tree that stood at the corner of the living room. 

Being a detective, Walter could practically smell the mischief that drenched every teeny hair on your body. As usual, his naughty vixen was up to no good. It always made him laugh how bad you were in trying to surprise him, which worked in his favour. Walter hated surprises. 

Intrigued, he snatched the gift from your hands and shook it against his ear for shy second before beginning to unwrap it. His eyes briefly scrutinised yours, darkening, smokey with lust while he tore at the chrome paper and absentmindedly threw pieces of green wrapping all over the living room. 

You watched carefully, your cheeks rounding and filling, your teeth flashing with wickedness upon seeing the colour drain from his rugged face.

“Where…”

Walter paused and swallowed the lump in his throat. Fingers oily with sweat and knuckles turning white, dug into the object held in his hand.

“How did you find this?!”

The snort you’ve been trying to hold back for the last couple of minutes finally made its way out, followed by a fit of uncontrollable giggles that made you fall to your back with your hand held over your torso. 

Walter, on the other hand, was anything but amused. He always feared the day someone would dig up his dirtiest secret.

It was more than a decade ago when he was struggling to pay his tuition to the police academy that Walter found an easy and quick way to make money. As a British immigrant who barely had friends and blended with the crowd, he made the mistake of thinking no one will ever know about his short-lived modelling career for cheesy erotic novels. 

He should have known better. He might have been a professional police detective, but you had a skill for uncovering the truth.

“Where did you find this?” Walter repeated with a frown, clenching his jaw and waving the colorful book in the air.

Pausing your giggles merely for a second, you took a gander at the cover, focusing on the image of your dear husband’s open white shirt. There he was, the man you knew as a brooding, black-sweater wearing grump, lost in some green meadow with a half-naked chick. A deep dramatic gaze crisped his younger face, his nose inhaling the scent of her hair, and his hand laid flat upon her juicy rump. 

Oh the drama!

You tried to speak, but all that came out of your mouth was an uncontrollable peal of chuckles. The corny title of the book didn’t help either; his fiery love rod.

Walter sulked and suddenly shuffled to hover above you, one hand snapped at your wrist before the other discarded the book onto your sternum and joined in restraining your other arm. Led purely by instinct, your legs spread to straddle his wide waist and wrapped around his muscular ass.

Staring at your strong, intimidating husband, the laughter rolling from your lips slowly died down, yet the smile was still smeared between your cheeks, especially once you felt his groin pressing into yours.

“Woman!” the big bear growled at you, “I am not going to ask you more than once, where on earth did you bloody find this?”

“The second-hand bookstore,” you answered and glanced at the book lying upon your chest, “was looking for something raunchy to read when suddenly I noticed a familiar face.” You explained and then swallowed the dryness in your throat. 

“At first I thought I was hallucinating with all them Christmas carols eating into my brain, but then when I took a closer peek, I recognised my husband’s ‘fuck me’ stare.” 

Walter felt a burn rising in his throat and swerving to tingle at his bristly cheeks. If there ever was a moment when he regretted a life decision, that moment was now. He knew he’d never hear the end of it from you. You were dauntless and unyielding as the ocean, one of the reasons why he was utterly in love with you. 

Nostrils flaring, he tightened the grasp around your wrists and rolled his hips into yours, eliciting a small moan from your quivering lips. The thick bulge in his groin hardened at the calling of the hot, wet patch in your panties.

“Name your terms, woman.”

“You are going to read it to me,” you answered without even overthinking and gestured toward the book with your chin. “Every. night. before. bedtime. I want you to hold me in your big strong arms and read me a chapter from ‘his fiery love rod’, or else…”

“Or else?...” 

The fire from the mental suddenly illuminated your face, causing dark shadows to form over your irises and the hollows below your brows. “Your friends at the MPD are going to find out about this one,” you paused, “and the 12 others that you made.”

Taken back by your words, Walter gulped, his fingers became moist around your wrists as sheer horror seeped into his mind.

“You... you know about the others?”

You nodded at him and then snaked your legs around the back of his thighs to cage him in your grasp like a fickle dryad growing her roots around a helpless wanderer. With his attention faltering, you twisted your hips and rolled the two of you so you were on top. Fingers lacing into his, you pinned him down and leered over him with cascading triumph.

“12 books, all under our Christmas tree, detective, so you better be good to me tonight and satisfy all my needs.”

Adam apple bobbing up and down, Walter watched you with a mixture of awe and agitation. There was nothing he hated more than losing control, but damn if he didn’t adore his wicked queen, especially when you were in a joyous mood, which, as he found, tended to be contagious. The moments in which the grouchy detective felt at peace were rare to non-existent. It was only in the embrace of your thighs that he thought that for a minute, everything is going to be okay.

Noticing the muscles of his jaw somewhat relax, you reached for the Christmas hat and slipped it off your head, placing it atop of his curly mess instead. Your hands held firmly onto Walter’s shoulders, and with a careful twist, you flipped the two of you over once again and shoved him down your torso while blissfully chanting.

“Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight, hurry down the chimney tonight, hurry toniiiiiiiiiiight.”

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Disclaimer: I don’t own Night Hunter/Nomis or Walter Marshall

#henry cavill #StephsChristmasWritingChallenge #walter marshall x reader #henry cavill x reader #walter marshall

[moshi-moshi-sunflower]

[Ikemen Vampire Scenario/Imagine] Bedridden (part 1)💊

Imagine: You live in the mansion, and you’re feeling very ill. Your illness keeps you in bed for days, if not weeks. What will the guys do?

Category: Reader insert - forget about little miss snack, you are the MC.

Characters: Napoleon, Arthur, Leonardo, Mozart, Vincent and Theo.

Warnings: Some fluff? | Wrote by a non native speaker, so I apologize in case of spelling/grammar mistakes, etc. |

Part two is here.

A/N: This very self-indulging idea came to my mind one time when I was sick, and it honestly made me feel better... I hope maybe it’ll make feel better to someone else, especially when feeling sick (´･ᴗ･ ` )

Napoleon

He finds your absence unusual… so he goes to look for you in your dorm, and finds you curled up in a ball…

“Dumb girl…” he mutters. “You should have said something before you truly started feeling bad.”

He sits on your bed, by your side, and puts a hand on your back, in a soothing gesture.  

He asks you what he can do, and asks Sebastian for anything else that might be needed.

But in the end he goes back to pretty much his original position, except he is now sitting on a chair by your side.

He starts to narrate tales from his time, to both distract you and calm you.

His stories sound almost like tales straight from a book at times.

Although you guess they technically are straight from a book, at least from the point in time you come from.

If possible, he stays by your side until you fall asleep.    

Arthur

I mean, he is a doctor, so he gives you a general check up, just to make sure there’s not anything more serious going on.

After making sure everything’s ‘fine’ (as fine as can be, or so he says), he gives you a smile, plus his flirty so-called professional advice-- sneakingly making you promise that you’ll follow it.

But you are almost entirely sure you’ve catched more than a few times the concern in his eyes, more noticeable whenever his smile dims.

Of course he teases you, albeit more softly than usual, given your current state; in truth he’s just trying to take your mind off your own sickness.

In case you become teary, be it out of frustration, or out of despair, he wipes your tears away gently with his fingers, or with his own handkerchief.

He offers, too, to stay until you fall asleep. Or you can call for him if you need anything, no matter if it’s in the middle of the night, he assures you.

Leonardo

Leonardo had a feeling you were not doing alright. He had looked for your eyes, trying to find something unusual. Technically, no, nothing. But there was something off, and he was perhaps the first one to send you to bed. You looked tired, he had said.

Turned out he was right. But he had been outside the mansion too long and when he came back everyone knew already you were feeling very ill.

He goes to see you as soon as they tell him the news.

He sits beside your bed, and carefully grabs your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

He talks softer than usual, and tells you about his day, if you want.

The next time he comes by, he is carrying Lumière in his arms. He doesn’t let go of him, at least at first, in case he would start misbehaving and jumping on top of you or something.

But Lumière understands quickly, and he sniffs you carefully, before pacing around near you, in silence. Lumière licks your face, before Leonardo chides him softly, and the small cat moves away with a mew.

Leonardo also brings, beside his cat, some of his most curious artifacts, in hopes you can take your mind away off your own sickness for a little while.

He visits you as often as he can. You wish so badly to get out of bed, he tells you “I’ll take you on a tour through the whole city. We’ll visit everyone, help everyone, until there’s no one left to help or nothing left to repair. But first, you need to get better, cara mia. So do get better.”

Mozart

Keeps his distance, but… One time, after remaining a while in silence, he asks you “What kind of songs, or musical pieces, did you use to listen to?”

It’s a sudden question, and you don’t know how to answer in a way he can understand; then he asks you, albeit a bit impatiently, “Do you know how to whistle...? Or can you hum?”

You try, and are mildly successful (or mildly unsuccessful, judging by the way he’s scrunching up his nose), but he just nods distantly.

But then, a while later, just when you believe that might have been the end of it, once you are alone in your room, some beautiful harmony starts to reach your ears…

Then, no matter how tough you are, you feel like you want to cry.

Even your not-so-virtuous ears can recognise it:

They are an arrangement of some of the music you love the most.

Vincent

Overly worried, doesn’t leave your side, unless he really has to.

Or until Theo reminds him that he has a life of his own, in which case Vincent apologises to you sadly.

...But he still goes to see you as soon as he has some free time.

He holds your hand, and holds it tight, with resolution. “You’ll get better. I’ll do all I can to help you, I promise.”

His smile is so comforting and warm that you truly feel like you feel better, just by looking at it.

Once, while you’re falling asleep, you feel him kiss your cheek; and you drift away, while listening whispering sweetly “Goodnight...”

Sometimes he tries to watch you sleep, just to make sure you’re okay.

The problem? He tends to fall asleep too.

But you have daily sunflowers on a vase by your bedside, and you do not have to miss the sun that much.

Theo

Mostly, observes Vincent. He is not going to take his place by your side, given that he seems so adamant to keep watch of you.

However, even his lack-of-tact words, manage to convey the fact that he is indeed worried, and uneasy. “I thought mutts were supposed to be more healthy, hondje. You better recover soon, or else. My brother hasn’t cried over a pet in years, and he is not going to begin now.”

He tussles your hair (and Vincent helps you to brush it again).

Every once in a while you find him peeping through the half-open door, while walking in front of the door, as if he were doing nothing but passing by. But you know he is checking up on you.

Although sometimes he does enter your room…

He either seems to go with the sole purpose to annoy you with his comments, or he brings something important to do; like letters to send, and he sits in front of the nearby desk, almost pretending to ignore you (until you pretend to need something, and then his full attention goes back to you, yay).

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[spencerreidscoffeecup]

Comfort Kink

CW: implied sex, heavy petting, fluffy stuff <3, sucking and kissing

AN: hey guys! This is just a cute little thing I wrote a while back! I will be back with more extensive one shots next week as my family is in town this week <33 (someone requested it, sadly i cant figure out exactly who :(( whoever you are, i hope you find this and enjoy!)

Reader's POV:

Contrary to popular belief- or not- Doctor Spencer Reid is a boobs man-- specifically my boobs.

I got the memo of his love for my breasts when we first started dating-- especially when we first had sex. For example, most men and women look or at least glance every so often at another woman's breasts, but Spencer found comfort in mine. Sure, he would get aroused by them, but I think that they were a real comfort thing for him when we would cuddle.

He was able to hold off on his obvious affinity for my breasts until after we announced our love for one another after dating for a few months.

So, the night we admitted our love for each other, Spencer showed his true colors:

"Shit!" I gasped, collapsing onto Spencer's slightly sweaty and heaving chest as I came down from my high.

"Fuck- I love you so much." he panted, kissing the top of my head as I ran my fingers through his hair, trying my best to catch my breath.

I kiss his nose, "I love you too." He smiles softly at that, and I go to lie down next to him on the bed, but he firmly plants his hands on my hips.

"No,"

"What do you mean no?" I giggle softly, laying soft kisses on his neck.

"I mean, that I want to stay inside of you for a little bit longer."

Well, okay.

I blush, heat rising up my neck as butterflies flutter in my belly for about the millionth time that night.

A few moments pass as he drags his fingers up and down my back soothingly, humming in content as I kiss his neck and jaw; combing my hands through his unruly curls on his head, that used to be slicked back, but obviously not anymore.

Eventually, going against Spencer's protests, I pull off of his body, lying down in the bed next to him and pulling the sheets up to cover my breasts until an unsatisfied sound leaves his lips.

"No, keep the sheets down," he whines, pulling the sheets from my chest and down to my waist so my boobs are exposed to him. He brushes his thumbs over my nipples, kissing each of them lightly and smiling bashfully. I can't help but laugh.

"Spence, I think you might love my boobs more than you love me."

"No," Spencer says, looking up at me through his twinkling eyes, immediately kissing my lips. "I just think they are so beautiful-- just like everything else about you."

I smile softly, kissing his lips, then letting him lie his head on my chest; his arms wrapped around my waist, his mouth kissing and sucking on the soft tissue of each breast as he looks practically entranced by them.

I run my fingers through his hair more, and I soon feel my body drift off into sleep as I feel comforted and relaxed by Spencer soft touches on my boobs, lulling me into my slumber.

--

Next Morning: 9:15 a.m.

The next morning, I awoke to Spencer's hands massaging my breasts as he sucks on them lightly.

At first, I thought he was asleep as his eyes are closed and his breathing is slow and soft, but my theories are debunked when he looks up at me through his eyelashes, unlatching his lips from my pebbled nipple, and kissing his way up my chest, neck, and jaw, then slotting his lips with mine as I smile against his lips.

"'Morning." he murmurs against my lips, peppering small kisses on them before pulling away and tucking some of my hair behind my ears.

"Good morning, love," I whisper, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "What were you doing?"

Spencer's face turns a light blush, nuzzling his head in my neck so he doesn't have to look at me in the eyes.

"Nothing." he responds innocently in a sing-song tone, his voice muffled from his mouth being against my skin, Spencer peppering small kisses on my neck.

"Nothing, huh?" I ask, trying my best to not laugh at how embarrassed he is about this.

"W-well- no, I was just admiring you is all."

"Spence," I ask, and he hums in acknowledgement. "I don't mind that you love my boobs, you know that right?"

Spencer pulls away from my neck, a small pink blush still kissing his cheeks.

God he's so fucking adorable.

"Really?" he seems surprised, as though I would reprimand him for showing his love and affection towards me.

"Of course, I love it." I respond honestly, and Spencer's eyes instantly are full with an incredible amount of love-- more than usual which I didn't even think was remotely possible.

He giggles lightly, kissing my lips, then neck, carefully working his way down to my breasts once more, beginning to suck and kiss on them again as his other hand massages the breast his lips can't pay attention to at that particular moment.

I run my fingers through his hair, smiling.

--

So, that's how it all began.. Now, whenever Spencer cuddles with me, he'll tuck his head under the shirt I would be wearing, kissing, sucking, and massaging my breasts as he sighs in comfort.

He especially likes doing it after hard cases like today:

I hear the door open and close, my body immediately jolting out of bed and running to the door.

"Spence?" I call out, seeing Spencer turn around, the usual loving spark in his eyes when he sees me not as bright. He looks upset. "Baby, what's wrong?"

He shakes his head, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

"Tough case?" I ask, my heart wrenching in my chest at the sight of him so hurt.

He only nods quietly, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around my body, nuzzling his head in my neck as tears fall from his face to the collar of the baggy button-up I am wearing.

"Shh, it's okay, let it out," I console, putting my hand on the back of his head as he tightens his grip around me. "Do you wanna tell me what happened?"

Spencer doesn't answer right away, only pulling away a few moments after my questions and sniffling. I brush my thumbs to wipe away the falling tears from his face, kissing his lips softly, feeling him melt into my touch.

"We couldn't save most of the people on the case," he mumbles against my lips, his voice crackling.

I feel my chest tighten, wanting to comfort him in any way I can.

"I'm so sorry, but I'm sure that you and the team tried your hardest, and I'm so proud of you for that." I say, and Spencer nods, trying his best to smile, but it looks crooked and sad. "Is there anything I can do to help make you feel better?"

I can see him thinking for a moment, until he looks down at my outfit; a button-up of his (that is baggy on me), and my panties.

Not exactly fancy, but it was comfortable at the time.. especially because I hadn't seen Spence in five days and the shirt smelled like him.

Yes, I am lovesick.. what's so wrong with that?

"I want cuddles." he whispers, his voice still thick, and I smile softly, pulling the taut tie loose around his neck and kissing his lips softly.

"Okay, baby."

I hold Spencer's hand in mine, walking to the couch in our living room and lying down on it as Spencer follows in pursuit; laying his head on my chest, wrapping his limbs around mine.

We sigh in content until Spencer adjusts himself, slipping under 'my' button-up and beginning to kiss my right breast, sucking lightly on my nipple every so often, and massaging my left. He sniffles some, and I exhale through my nose in pleasure, the feeling of his soft lips on my skin intoxicating.

Although, I know Spencer is not in the mood for sex at the moment, only hungry for comfort from me and my touch as he moves his head under my shirt, giggling softly as he sucks on my skin.

"What are you laughing about?" I smile, and Spencer pops his head out of the collar of the button-up, a grin on his face as he kisses my lips gently.

"I just love you so much." he says, the familiar twinkle in his eyes returning.

"I love you so much." I say, kissing his nose softly, then his lips.

He smiles, kissing down my neck and back to my breasts, sucking on them again, giggling every so-often.

#spencerreidxreader #smut #fluff #spencerreidxreaderfluff #criminalminds #criminalmindsspencerreid

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Exactly What You Wanted

CW: Drunk whumpee, referenced drug use, abuse survivor lashing out, low-level ptsd, rough recovery drabble, some references to dubcon and noncon

Timeline: During the years of Kauri’s Poor Life Choices

“Come on, baby,” Kauri says, in a voice like a deep rumbling purr, tilting his head just right, putting all that heat and warmth he doesn’t really feel into his eyes. He’s a good liar, he’s a great liar, and the booze in his veins and whatever that guy gave him two hours ago make him feel unstoppable. “Take me back.” He pauses, then giggles, and he knows they love to hear him laugh, they always love to hear him laugh.

He can laugh with a knife to his throat, he can laugh with his legs spread, he can laugh when every other trainee would be screaming, if they were in his place.

Jake, though, Jake doesn’t like the laugh. He doesn’t like the heat in Kauri’s eyes. He doesn’t like the voice, or the head-tilt, or any of it. He just sets his jaw, looking around the bar as if checking for witnesses, and Kauri can’t stop laughing at how comically serious he is. 

“Oh my god.” Kauri giggles again, puts his hands over his mouth. The bar is spinning around him, the colors are liquid bleeding into each other, he can feel the air move over his skin, like someone touching him. “You look like you ate a lemon.”

“I have class tomorrow, Kauri,” Jake says, voice sharp and flat somehow both at once, and he grips Kauri by the arm, pulling him towards the exit. A few of the guys at the table Kauri was sitting at boo loudly at the loss of Kauri’s sparkling brilliance - or maybe just at losing the way he’d been sitting in their laps one by one just to feel their arms around him. “I don’t mind taking you home-”

“Not my hooooome,” Kauri singsongs, but he lets himself be pulled. Jake’s hand on his arm feels nice. All of it feels nice, all touch, anyone’s hands mouth whatever they want on him, it’s nice. 

Means he’s wanted.

Means he’s real.

Jake exhales, rubbing his free hand over his face. He looks tired, doesn’t he? Kauri can suddenly see those dark circles under his eyes, the way his hair is all mussed up from a pillow. 

“I woke you up,” Kauri says as they leave, the stale heat and booze-smell from inside the bar giving way to cooler, fresher air outside. He lets Jake pull him down the sidewalk, looking up at him. He nearly walks into someone going the opposite way, until Jake pulls him to the side. “You, you were asleep when the phone rang.”

“Yeah,” Jake says roughly. His shirt’s on inside-out - Kauri hadn’t noticed that before, either. He must have rolled out of bed and changed out of his pajamas without even taking time to check. 

Kauri called for a ride and Jake didn’t waste a second.

“My car’s a few lots down,” Jake says, not looking at him as they walk. Kauri hums, taking in the beauty of the streetlights with their halos like angels hovering over the road, lighting the sidewalk. Someone calls his name and Kauri waves, trying to go give her a hug, but Jake’s grip on his arm stops him. It stops him, and makes his heart beat faster. “If we hurry, we can get back by 3, I can sleep til 6:30 if I pay for parking tomorrow instead of taking the bus.” He sounds like he’s already worked this all out for himself, and maybe he has. Maybe he talked through it the whole way here.

Kauri thinks of Jake talking to himself, planning out his day at a stoplight, and starts laughing again. Once he starts laughing, he can’t stop. They pass a small park, a kind of courtyard between two businesses, and Kauri puts up a hand, collapsing onto a bench. He can’t stop the giggling bubbling up out of him.

Jake all serious-faced, checking his phone, I can be asleep by 3:30, I can do this, I can do that, his whole planned life and his classes and Kauri is drunk at a bar and he’s high at a bar he did some stuff with a guy in a bar and he’s calling for a ride back from the bar-

“Kauri, come on.” Jake’s voice is weary, not just tired, not just sleepy, but exhausted. By the night, and by Kauri himself. “I don’t have time, I have to go to sleep.”

“You’re as stupid as I am,” Kauri says when he can get control of himself enough to speak, and there’s still laughter edging his voice, slightly breathless. “You know that? You’re a fucking moron just like me. Doing this. You’re so fucking stupid, we’re both so fucking stupid, Jake.”

“Kauri, you’re not stupid. I’m not talking about this here with you-”

“Why do you do this? Huh?” Kauri shakes his head, sweaty black curls sticking to his forehead in a sudden chill as a breeze ruffles them. He can feel his hair at the back of his neck, too, pressing there. Not the weight of a collar, but a memory of one anyway. “Why do you answer when I call?”

Jake swallows, rubs at his face again. “Because I want to-”

“No. No, that’s not it. No, you answer because I’m your fucking... your charge, right? Your ward. Because you feel sorry for me.” Kauri giggles, but there’s no real humor in it now. “I’m pitiful.”

“It’s not like that. You’re in pain-”

“Oh, shove your fucking psych-talk, Dr. Stanton.” Kauri shakes his head, leaning his back against the metal curve of the bench, looking straight up. In the city there are no stars, only a faint glow of lights making even the night sky just a little orange around the edges. “That’s what it is, right? You feel sorry for us, so you get to be the big hero, and we’re the pretty little pets grateful for whatever crumbs of mercy you throw-”

“Kauri. Stop it.” Jake’s voice snaps, and he leans in closer, and Kauri breathes in the fear that hearing an angry male voice lights in him, lets it spark his nerves with the booze and the everything else already there. “I’m not doing this because I feel sorry for anyone. Okay? Get up, we’re going home.”

“It’s. Not. My. Home.” Kauri meets Jake’s eyes this time, his own a sparkling, crackling blue flame, and Jake’s stony silent ocean, nearly gray in the darkness. “It’s not. You like this, huh? You like getting to show up and save the damsel in distress? Yeah?”

“Kauri, I would give anything to be fucking asleep right now-”

“But you didn’t. You got right up when I called, and that’s why you’re as stupid as I am. I’m brainless because they beat all my brains out of me, Jake - beat and fucked and drugged ‘em all out, left me all sweet and pretty and pointless for whoever paid the price - why are you stupid? Huh?”

Jake’s jaw works. “Kauri-”

“You’re stupid because you think I’m gonna stop being like this. You’re stupid because you think I can get better.”

“You can-”

“No, I can’t. I like me this way.” Kauri snorts, looks down his hands, but they’re shaking a little, and he doesn’t like that. He can’t feel them shaking but he can see them shaking. 

“I don’t think you do,” Jake tries, but his voice is getting ragged along the edges, and Kauri knows he’s pushing too far but he can’t stop himself now. “I think you want to get better and you just need more time.”

“Time?” Kauri laughs, and people walking by look over at them briefly, at the mess on the bench and the big tough man leaning over him. Kauri gives a little wave, I see you eavesdropping, assholes, and they hurry past. “Maybe this is fucking it, huh? What you see is all that’s left of me. What do you do then?”

Jake stares down at him. “I keep coming to pick you up anyway.”

“Oh, you’re just the best. Huh? The absolute pinnacle of fucking manhood. Jake Stanton, guardian angel and patron saint of the fucked-up messes that fall on your doorstep,” Kauri sing-songs, clapping his hands together in a mockery of prayer, eyes rolling back to the sky. “At least I’m nice to look at, huh? Got that going for me. I mean, it’s pretty much all I’ve got going for me, good fucking looks and pretty mouth and my tongue knows how to do that thing-”

“Kauri-”

“Used to be popular, in training,” Kauri says, leaning forward now, licking at his lips. Like Jake is the prey this time, like Kauri for once isn’t the one being held down but the one doing the holding. “Used to be a favorite. Only one way you get to be anyone’s favorite in training, Jake, and it’s not by being smart. Face it, Stanton, you got a hopeless case on your hands, you’re a big saintly perfect hero getting in your car after midnight to get your chaste savior rocks off with a fucking whore who won’t stop, who can’t stop, who will never get any better than this-”

“Kauri, for the love of God, stop it!” Jake’s voice raises finally, and Kauri flinches back against the bench. Adrenaline pulses all at once through his veins, heart racing, and he feels a mix of terror and a mean, cruel, small victory. 

Made him mad. I made him mad. Now he’ll be just like everyone else. Now he’ll hurt me. Now he’ll see why Owen had to.

But Jake doesn’t get closer, doesn’t shove a finger in Kauri’s face, doesn’t grab him by his shirt or his arm or his hand, doesn’t slap him doesn’t hit doesn’t scream. All he does is sigh, and look away, down the street in the direction he must have left his car. His shoulders shift. Kauri can see the anger in him, but it doesn’t rise, it isn’t wielded. It... fades, after a second, and leaves behind a weary look. An emotion Kauri can’t read. “Kauri. I’m not doing this. I’m not having this fight, not this late, not now. If you want to argue this in the morning, fine, but... god. I need to go home, okay?”

“Then go home,” Kauri says. He feels tears in his eyes, suddenly, and he can’t understand why. “Leave. No one’s stopping you.”

“You called me to come get you,” Jake says, but he knows where this is going, Kauri can see it in the way his shoulders slump, in how his hand moves into his pocket to dig his keys out. “Just come get in the car, okay? If you want to argue all the way home, it’s fine, but-”

“I already told you it’s not my fucking home. Go, Jake. I’m sorry I called. I won’t call you again.”

“Yes, you will.” Jake looks at him, an expression of almost comical confusion and hurt, and Kauri’s heart aches. “You will, right?”

But he sets his jaw. “No, I won’t. Don’t worry, I can handle myself.”

“Did you call me out here just to start a fight, Kaur?” 

Kauri doesn’t know how to answer, because he hadn’t, but now that he has started a fight he doesn’t want to admit it was an accident. He just swallows back the apology that tries to find its way out, forces it down. He sits back against the bench and shrugs, crossing his arms in front of himself. 

The silence draws out. 

As though the silence in itself said something - and maybe it did, really - Jake nods, finally, and pulls his keys out from his pocket. “Fine. I’m sorry it went this way tonight. Please... please call me.”

Kauri doesn’t answer, because if he opens his mouth, he’ll apologize for doing this, he’ll beg Jake not to hate him for it, and he can’t do that. He doesn’t know why, but there’s a rock in his mind blocking him from taking the first step to mend the break he made.

“Get some sleep, Saint Stanton. Maybe I’ll be pathetic enough to call you in the morning. We can go back to pretending you give a fuck about who I am as a person and not just as the little rescue who needs you. Make up for whatever fucked you up before that makes you want to work with us.”

That hits home. Kauri sees Jake wince, sees his hurt feelings written all over his face. Sees Jake consider arguing, give up. Sees the second Jake decides to stop trying.

That’s right. Stop trying. I’m not worth it. I don’t deserve you.

Kauri tries to feel that sense of victory from before, but all he feels now is cold - and as Jake turns and walks away, the cold slips from his heart into his fingertips, all the way down to his toes.

Cold, and alone.

“Congratulations,” He whispers to himself, watching Jake’s back as he walks away, until he turns a corner and is gone. “Good job, Kauri Grant. You got exactly what you wanted.”

Now all he wants is to take it back.

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[cuziloveyou7]

Festering feelings

Pairing: Bokuto Kōtarō x gn!reader

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, anxiety and panic attacks. Also kind of mentioning eating disorder?

A/n: I know I said I don't like angst and stuff, but since I'm a walking angst piece right now... here ya go! I did it! Someone help me out bc idk how to do tw! If I missed something please tell me! Also please bare in mind that this is my first real fic after not having written anything for 7 years.

This is not proof read, I made this around 1.30am bc I had an idea.......

It was slow, very slow, yet very fast. The first thing that happened was just build up tension. You were mad, frustrated. You needed to vent but didn't want to bother anyone. You would usually confide in Bokuto but he was so busy. The Olympics were coming up and he was training so hard. Each time he came home he was even more tired than the day before and the day before that. So you just did what you always do, suck it up and keep your mouth shut.

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You were slipping. You felt it gradually happening. Not like the times before, when for the most part you didn't know what was happening. No this time you knew.

A week. That's all you could handle. Slipping up here and there, mentioning tiny details to your best friends. Until eventually you just wanted to scream on top of your lungs on the highest building you could find at that moment. Luckily one of your friends caught on and asked you out for a walk around the park.

The two of you talked for hours. Finally getting it off your chest. It felt like such a relief. You felt like the situation was under control again. Nothing wrong. A false alarm? Or maybe just in time before the damage was out of anyone control.

Another week passed. You absorbed yourself in work, house duties and watched some episodes of your favourite anime. You cherished the little time you could spend with Bokuto and loved the stories he would tell you about the team. Your best friend also checked in on you, because they were still worried about you even though you brushed them off saying all was well.

But that nasty tiny feeling inside you was still there. A little unconscious, but festering each day, oh so slowly.

It started with getting tired more often. You blamed it on work. But even on your days off, you would wake up feeling exhausted. You would be so drained even when you did nothing but watch TV or play games to pass the time.

The next thing that happened made you more aware of your situation. Your friend asked you to go out for a walk again. You guys talked, gave an update on what was bothering you but switched the topic to an update about your friend's life. While they were telling you about their life you noticed you weren't exactly paying attention. Your mind wandering off to nowhere, zoning out of the conversation. You felt bad. Your friend had been there for you, listening to all your problems and yet here you were not really paying attention to them.

The same goes for Bokuto. He would come home, ask you how your day was and continue with telling you about his. As much as you loved his stories about the antics of Hinata and Kageyama or the other players, you actually couldn't be bothered in the least. Responding with a 'really?', 'Oh yeah...', 'that's nice'.

Next came closing yourself off. You just wanted everything to get over with. Counting the minutes down for when you could finally go home from work and curl yourself in a blanket on the couch. When Bokuto came home you would usually be "too absorbed" in whatever was playing on the TV or you would already be in bed, blaming it on work or just being tired.

You started losing interest in all the things you liked. You couldn't occupy yourself anymore. The days became longer and longer. You started losing your appetite. Only eating when your body basically screamed for nutrition and even then you would sometimes ignore your own body's scream for food.

At some point, you were just so done. Not caring to force a smile on your face anymore. Plain up ignoring your friends when they texted you. And when Bokuto would come home. The lights would already be out and you would lay in bed with the covers over your head and your back facing him.

Usually, Bokuto picks up very fast on your moods and emotions. Having gone through his well famous emo modes when he was younger. The two of you were always open and honest with your feelings and emotion towards each other. It was something you guys as a couple prided yourselves on.

It was also something you especially needed. Having gone through horrible panic attacks, anxiety and depression. Talking yourself down was/is also something your very good at. And Bokuto picked up on that very quickly when you just started dating.

To some Bokuto seems very carefree and not aware of his surroundings. But in actuality, he's very emotionally intelligent. So he struck up a conversation you would've never guessed you'd have on one of your many dates. Bokuto eased you into it, told you about his emo modes and made you comfortable enough to let you open up about your experiences. This actually helped you go past the blockade that was stopping you from making this relationship official.

But with Bokuto training for the upcoming Olympics and him being away from home more often than not, it was easier to go unnoticed for him and easier for you to slip and fall into a deeper depression.

After weeks of walking around like a zombie, you finally broke down. You had a day off. When you woke up Bokuto was already gone. He texted you later that day saying he would sleep at the training centre because training would go on longer than normal.

It had been a beautiful day, the weather was nice, the sun had been shining, the warmth of summer started to peek through. It would have made you giddy had it not been for the nasty pest growing bigger and bigger inside you. When dusk came you felt it bubbling up. You tried really hard to ignore it. Tried to soothe it with some episodes of your comfort anime. Tried to pick yourself up and pamper yourself with some extra steps in your skincare routine but it was all in vain. Once you stepped inside your shared bedroom you felt the tears trickling down your face. Through your tears you searched for your earbuds, plugging them in and searching for the best sad songs playlist you could find. Shutting off the lights as you lay down in the middle of the bed.

At first, you just lay there, looking up at the ceiling, silent tears streaming down your temple, past your ears into your hair. You felt the tears slowly make their way past your scalp until they finally touched the soft pillow behind your head. You turned your head getting uncomfortable from the feeling of your tears. The pillow your head lay on smelled like him, it's smelled like everything you loved, comforted, his favourite shower gel, a hint of sweat, it smelled like warm sunbeams on an early summer morning, it smelled nice. This made you break down in sobs, which became louder the longer you went on. You stuffed your face in his pillow, threw the covers around you, trying to silence your sobs and screams. They were too loud for you, agonising pain shot through you. You felt alone. Spiralling deeper into a dark hole that was your mind.

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When Bokuto stepped inside your shared apartment he tried to be as silent as he could. The lights were out, a sign that you would probably be asleep already. While trying to get his shoes off Bokuto debated whether or not he should wake you up. He noticed you being unusually tired and sleeping earlier than you normally would. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall, 9.04 pm. A soft smile crossed his features. Maybe he was a bit selfish but he decided to wake you and tell you about his surprise day off coach gave the team. Shuffling around in the dark apartment trying not to bump into any furniture he neared the bedroom door.

The smile Bokuto had on his face disappeared in an instance. His heart dropped when he heard your muffled sobs. You sounded tired. As if you had been crying for a while now. Bokuto rested his head against the door, gripping the handle until his knuckles turned white. How could he not have noticed it before? Sure he was busy, but he always noticed when you started feeling down. Was he not paying attention to you? Had he been too absorbed in his own world? Why didn't you tell him anything? You guys told each other everything. What got you down like this so bad you wouldn't open up to anyone, not even him. But most of all, he was angry, angry at himself for letting it get this far.

But right now that wasn't important. What's most important is you. Without further hesitation Bokuto softly opened the door and stepped towards the bundled up form on the bed.

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You felt a cold rush of the air when your blankets lifted up from you. Goosebumps made their way onto your skin. But it wasn't long before you felt a comfortable warmth surround you. Nothing like the suffocating warmth from your blankets. Two strong arms held your body. You didn't have to look up to see who the arms belonged to.

No words were spoken between the two of you. You started sobbing a little louder again until you felt the soft vibrations of Bokuto humming. Taking your earbuds out you looked up at the man 'Kou..' you sniffle softly, but before you could continue Bokuto laid your head back on his chest and started petting your head 'It's okay now. I'm here. Let's just stay like this okay? We'll talk tomorrow' he gave your head a soft kiss before continuing humming again.

Tired from all the crying combined with the soft vibrations coming from Bokuto humming you closed your eyes. Your worries drifted away, tomorrow was another day. You would tell Bokuto everything. But for now, you felt content, safe in his arms. The bad feelings slowly subsiding for at this moment, he was your light, he was the warmth you were desperately searching for, he is your home.

#idk if this makes any sense for anyone #but this is how i feel #everything is all over the place #and i just need to find home again? #just that comfortable feeling #even if it's not related to that #so yeah #it was supposed to be a drabble/blurb #i made a whole ass fic #damn #bokuto kotaro #bokuto koutaro #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu angst #bokuto x gn!reader #bokuto x reader #tw: anxiety #tw: depressive thoughts #tw: depression #tw: depressive episode #tw: panic attack #tw: eating habits #tw: eating problems #haikyuu bokuto #haikyuu x reader #bokuto angst #bokuto fanfiction #hq angst #angst

[rileymustdie]

good morning, my brain is not doing well and i woke up this morning and started crying because i realized at some point i fell asleep on the couch and woke up in my bed for the last time so i’m going to do:

how the characters would react to you falling asleep on the couch:

characters: the big three

nejire’s is females reader but the rest are gender neutral :)

mirio togata:

•after dinner and a long day of hero work, the two of you were cuddling on the couch catching up on that one series the two of you like.

•he started laughing at some stupid joke like he always does, but he realized you hadn’t laughed in a bit.

•he thought for a second that you might be sad, but he looked down and saw you asleep in his arms

•he lets out a small laugh and kisses your forehead, turning off the tv.

•careful not to wake you, he picks you up bridal style and carries you into your shared bedroom. he lays you down gently and pulls the blankets over you. he puts one last kiss on your forehead, admiring you while you slept. “goodnight beautiful”

•he turns the lights off and leaves you to sleep until he can join you, after he finishes the dishes.

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tamaki amajiki:

•you were laying next to him on the couch as he talked about his day of training with fatgum, giving a little “hmm” here or there.

•you suddenly cuddled up to him and he felt his face start to heat up. he sat there frozen for about a minute before he realized you were asleep.

•he always feels more comfortable when you’re asleep. you couldn’t judge him (not that you did) and he could worry a bit less.

•he smiles down at you, petting your hair slightly. he knows he’s going to have to get you up eventually, but you just look so peaceful sleeping on him.

•after about 10 minutes, his arm is falling asleep and even though he doesn’t want to get up, he slowly starts to lift you up into his arms and carry you to the bedroom.

•he places you down on the bed and goes to get ready for bed. when he returns, you’re facing his side of the bad with your arm laying out, as if to reach for him.

•he smirks and lays down next to you. he kisses your hand and your cheek. “goodnight butterfly, sweet dreams.”

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nejire hado

•she had you cuddled up next to her like she does every day. she always asks how your day went before she starts to talk about hers, because she knows how easily she gets distracted and wants to give you her full attention.

•she was telling you about some heroic thing mirio did when she realized you haven’t spoke in a while. “hey, you okay?” she asked you. you let out a grumble and looked up at her sleepily, telling her to keep going. “aw is my sweet girl tired? anyway so mirio and amajiki...” she kept talking and you were thankful, her voice always made you feel so calm and safe. you drifted off as she kept rambling, the last thing you heard was something about that one kid with green hair.

• “hey, hey, are you awake” she tries to wake you up but decides to let you sleep, you looked so cute anyway. plus, this was an opportunity to brag to the big three gc. she took a picture of her smiling face with you cuddled up against her and pressed send.

mirio: awww :)

tamaki: wouldn’t y/n be a little mad when she finds out you took a picture of her while she was asleep?

nejire: probably but it was worth it :)

•she put her phone down and decided it was best for the two of you to head to bed. she picked you up and carried you to your shared room, humming a song as she walked

•she tucked you in to bed and went to go to her nighttime routine. when she returned, she laid down next to you and admired how cute you look when you sleep before planting little kisses all over your face

“goodnight pretty girl, sweet dreams”

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requests are open and criticism is always welcome:) i hope you liked this and ill be doing more versions of this soon :)

#bnha #mirio x reader #lemillion #tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #nejire x reader #nejire hado #nejire hado x reader #mirio togata x reader #tamaki amakiji #mirio fluff #tamaki fluff #the big three #big 3 bnha #headcanons #bnha headcanons

[wrenhyperfixates]

Home Is Such a Lonely Place

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: When Loki is handpicked to be part of the Avengers new space force, it causes some problems in your relationship. Will distance make the heart grow fonder or is it too much to bear? Warnings: none I believe :) A/N: Based on the song Home Is Such a Lonely Place by Blink-182. This has been sitting in my drafts since February so here it is. Hope you enjoy :)

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Loki was perfect. No, you weren’t exaggerating; he really was everything you’d ever wanted. It was the circumstances that were the problem. Because you were born a mortal and he a god, so you were relegated to Earth while he spent increasingly more time in space.

The Avengers and SHIELD had both reached the same decision that Earth needed to be protected from extraterrestrial threats. So, who better to send out to space than those with the most experience out there? A team had been assembled, and Loki was put on it, traveling with them for a good many months now. You could still remember when he’d first told you.

“Darling?” he called out, coming home from work that fateful day.

“In here,” you called from the kitchen.

He walked into the messy room, hugging you from behind. Loki rested his head on your shoulder after placing a quick kiss to your cheek, breathing in your scent. You sighed as you relaxed against him, but there was an odd, nervous sort of tension in his body. Frowning as you tried to figure out why, you got an idea.

“Here, try this, love,” you suggested, holding a steaming spoon of pasta sauce to his lips.

After blowing on it a bit, he’d taken the spoon in his mouth, swallowing the sauce. He’d smiled at you, cupping your cheek. “Delicious, my sweet darling.”

“But...?” you’d prompted.

“It could use just a dash more oregano,” he conceded, pinching a small amount of the herb between his fingers and tossing it in, stirring the pot. Mimicking your actions from just moments ago, he held out a spoonful for you to try. “Well?”

“It’s perfect, Loki,” you beamed, pulling him closer. “So perfect, in fact, that I think you need a taste too.”

“Oh, is that so?” he chuckled.

“Mhm,” you hummed before kissing him, the taste of the sauce still on your mouth.

“You were right,” he purred, pulling back a little bit. “Absolutely perfect.”

Troubles momentarily forgotten, the raven haired god set the table for two as you finished cooking dinner. The two of you sat, chatting and eating and holding hands. Everything was going so well, and then you asked a question that made his smile falter.

“So how was your day?” you’d inquired.

“About that,” he said, setting down his utensil. “We need to talk.”

“Uh oh,” you responded. You felt a little nervous as you put down your fork too. “That doesn’t sound good. Is everything ok?”

“Yes... and no,” he sighed. “SHIELD is putting together a team to take care of threats from other planets. A team that they have told me I am to be on.”

“Oh,” you replied, trying to keep your face neutral. You didn’t want to be upset if it was something he was actually excited for. “And it’s required you go?”

“Not exactly. If I plead my case, I’m certain I can stay. Believe me, I do not want to leave you. I will stay, if you wish me to.”

“Well, how long would you be gone for?”

“I am uncertain. It could be three months, or it might be ten.” He bit his lip. “But, darling, tell me to stay and without hesitation, I shall.”

It felt like the floor was falling out from under you. Of course you wanted him to stay, but would that really be fair? Could you let yourself be the one to hold him back? If there was one thing you knew, you loved each other. As long as you didn’t forget or doubt that, you could weather anything.

“No, Loki, it’s a great opportunity,” you said. “You should go. I’ll be waiting here when you get back.”

“Oh, darling,” he whispered, sliding out of his chair. Kneeling before you, Loki rested his head in your lap, and you ran your fingers through his silky black hair. “I swear these next three weeks shall be the best of your life. I will dedicate all my time to you before I leave.”

“My love, I would like nothing more, but I don’t want to monopolize all your time,” you hesitantly said. Though you wanted to spend as much time with him as you could before he left, you didn’t want him to feel obligated to. “If you really don’t mind, though, please do.”

Of course, he was more than happy to and spent just as much time with you as he had promised. But now he’d been gone for six months, and you missed him terribly. You laid on the roof, petting the cat Loki had bought you before he left. So you never got lonely, he said. It had shiny black fur and beautiful green eyes. As soon as Loki gifted your new friend to you, you’d named him Loki Jr., earning you a playful eye roll from the trickster god.

Remembering that night brought a brief smile to your face. Now, you looked up at the moon, Loki Jr. purring as you pet his soft fur. You wondered where your lover was out there in that great expanse of space. Was he looking at it like an empty void? Or was he appreciating the stars and the wonders that were held out there? Maybe he was just indifferent to it, you thought. After all, he’d grown up on Asgard, so perhaps he was used to it.

Going back to your room that evening, your bed felt empty. Your home just felt so lonely without Loki. The real Loki, anyway. As much as you loved Loki Jr., it just wasn’t the same thing. Was your love thinking the same thing, you wondered? You hoped so, but didn’t want to think about it too much, lest your brain make you believe he didn’t miss you.

Sighing, you buried your nose into Loki Jr.’s fur. You had no one to blame except yourself, really. Loki had asked you repeatedly if you wanted him to stay, but you always said no. Told him he had to live his life to the fullest. That he couldn’t wait for you to give him the ok. You’d still be here when you got back, and you had your job at the Tower to keep you occupied. Of course, every mission you observed from there reminded you of Loki. How you’d met and all the shy glances you’d shared. You couldn’t help yourself from wondering how he was doing. He’d be alright, you were sure. But until he got back, it seemed there was nothing you could do to ease your worrying.

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Space was beautiful, there was no denying that. But it was kind of cold and empty too. Especially since the trickster god had to be without you, his beloved. Now that’s not to say he wasn’t having fun or wasn’t enjoying the time he got to spend with his brother. He just still really missed you and your company.

Loki ran his fingers over the picture he had of you. Not too much longer until he could brush his fingers over the soft skin of your beautiful face. Oh, how eight months could feel like a million years, Loki didn’t know. Well, in a way he did; any time spent away from the one you loved with your whole heart as he did you was bound to be tedious and feel drawn out. He’d be arriving back home tomorrow. Or, rather, today, he realized with a thrill as he checked the clock, reading midnight.

It was a bit of a struggle, but soon he was able to fall asleep. When he woke up, there was a mere hour left before reentry into Midgard’s atmosphere. Even with as empty space was, it somehow felt even lonelier with you. And now he’d be back with you in your shared apartment. He couldn’t wait until that night when you got to lay together just holding each other, basking in the other’s presence.

“Well, brother, are you ready to head back?” Thor asked, clapping Loki on the back.

“You have no idea just how eager I am, brother,” Loki replies. “It has been too long away from my beloved.”

“And certainly, they are missing you, too,” the God of Thunder assured.

“I can only hope. But what if they have moved on? We have not even been able to talk to each other in over a month. What if... What if they do not love me anymore?” Loki let himself be vulnerable, utilizing the relationship he and his brother had cultivated on this journey. “They did, after all, encourage me to go. Quite a bit.”

“Yes, but you know they just did not want to hold you back. Cheer up, Loki. Everything will be just fine.”

By the time they landed, Loki had mainly eased his worries, though he did feel a twinge of panic in his heart when he didn’t immediately see you while walking off the ramp. Luckily, you were there, he’d just missed you in the crowd.

Immediately, you ran to him, giving him the biggest hug you could. He reciprocated, beyond happy to feel your frame pressed against his. Tension relieved from both your bodies as you held each other.

“Hello, sweet darling,” he smiled.

“Hello, my love.”

Kissing the top of your head, Loki led you, following the gathered group as they walked further into the Tower while laughing and chatting with their recently arrived teammates. Loki kept an arm around your shoulder, and you one around his waist, the need to keep each other close quite obvious.

You and your boyfriend had to separate for a little while as Loki went to a debriefing. Soon he was back out, and the two of you joined the Avengers for a little welcome party of sorts. It was really just a get-together for the team to catch up. Even though it was a ton of fun, you were more than happy when you and Loki were in your car, driving back to your apartment.

“Welcome home,” you grinned, opening the door. Loki Jr. immediately came and rubbed himself against your legs. Loki smiled as you bent down to pet the cat, glad to know his plan had worked, at least in some degree. “Did you miss it?”

He cupped your cheek, looking deep into your eyes. “You have no idea, darling.”

Unable to wait any longer, Loki leaned in and kissed you. You responded immediately, brining him closer to you. He lifted you up and put your body between his and the wall. You giggled when the two of you finally broke for air, and Loki planted a million little kisses along your neck.

“I missed you, too,” you panted, still breathless.

“Next time,” he said between kisses, “I am telling them I am staying here.”

“Wait.” You brushed a few of his raven locks behind his ear, cocking your head at him. “Next time?”

Loki sighed. He knew he shouldn’t have brought this up so soon. The last thing he wanted was to make you upset on the day he came back home. All the trickster god wanted was to be with you, but of course he had to mention it. You had an adorable inquisitiveness in your eyes as you continued to play with his hair, twirling some of it between your fingers. He wondered if there was still a chance to save the day after his blunder.

“Yes. Fury wants to ship the team back out in a few months. After so long away from you, my darling, the thought sounds torturous. I will stay here. With you,” he explained, setting you back onto the ground.

“But that’s not fair to you,” you protested. “I shouldn’t be the only thing tethering you here. I don’t want to hold you back.”

“No, darling. I want to stay with you, I swear,” he vowed. You frowned, and he felt his heart drop a little. You said you missed him, and yet you were telling him to go again. “Look, sweet darling, it is late already. Let us just enjoy this night together. There is plenty of time to decide.”

“Ok,” you agreed, burying your face against his chest as you hugged again. You really didn’t want him to go, but a human like you shouldn’t tie down a god like him, you thought.

You led him to the bedroom you’d so missed sharing with him. After getting ready for the evening, you both laid in bed, talking of lighter topics. Neither of you could keep your hands off the other, and constantly maintained some kind of contact. Loki hadn’t even realized how late it’d gotten until your sentences began to be punctuated by yawns. Though you would have rather continued the conversation, you acquiesced when he suggested getting some sleep.

“You know,” you said, cuddling up to him, already half asleep. “If you do want to go on the next mission, I won’t be mad, my love.”

“I know. But I want to be with you. Yet you keep telling me to go and...” he trailed off, absentmindedly rubbing your back. “We will talk another time. Just sleep for now, my sweet darling.”

“Alright,” you hummed against him. “Goodnight. I love you. I promise, I’ll never stop loving you.”

“And I promise the same. I love you too.”

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There was only a month left before Loki would leave again. If he left again. You were both still debating, though you had eased up a bit after he voiced his concerns.

“Really, you should go. I- What’s wrong?” you’d asked during one such argument when he frowned.

“You say you love me, but you try to send me away,” he replied, a few tears gathering in his eyes, threatening to spill. “Why?”

“Oh, Loki, I really do love you. I swear on my life.”

“I believe you,” he assured while you kissed his forehead, though with an unmistakable hint of doubt behind the words.

“It’s just you’re a god. And I’m a mortal. I don’t want to hold you back. Hold you here. I don’t really want you to leave either; home is lonely without you. So if you really want to be on Midgard, of course I’ll support that too. I just can’t imagine you wouldn’t rather be free to roam.”

“In all honesty, my darling,” Loki began, “I do quite enjoy space travel. The settling down is nice too, of course, but there is something about being out there that’s freeing. So no, it is not that I want to be on Midgard, but that I want to be with you. I need to be with you. I love you so, so much, and I cannot bear to go without you for so long again.”

“Well, that’s it then. I need you too because I love you too. And you don’t want to go without me, but what about with me? We’ve been so caught up in our argument, we didn’t even consider another option.”

“Bring you with me?”

You nodded nervously. Maybe he was going to tell you it was too dangerous. Maybe he was just being nice saying he wanted to stay with you. But no, he wouldn’t have been this stubborn if that was the case. Just as you were going to try to recant your suggestion, Loki surged forward and kissed you.

“Darling, you’re a genius!” he exclaimed, pulling away. “I cannot believe we did not think of it sooner. You can work on the ship to monitor the missions, just like you do here. And we will be together. It is perfect!”

“Is it ok if we bring Loki Jr. too?” you asked as the cat plopped himself in your lap.

“For you, my sweet darling? For you I would do anything, so of course it is,” he chuckled as he cupped your cheek and kissed you again.

When you broke apart again, you felt happier than you had in a long time, knowing you wouldn’t have to part again. After all, he was your home, and you were his. So as long as you were together, home could never be a lonely place.

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