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leahsgf · 9 months

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pls Please PLEASE!! give me more of our girl Shauna, she's so precious I swear🥹, I am going crazy over the fact that there's not enough Shauna fics over here, I love our brown sad doe-eyed girlfriend🥺

tied me to you

pairings. shauna shipman x reader

being childhood best friends to lovers with shauna is something so personal to me!

she’s so underrated when it comes to fics it hurts…i haven’t proof read this yet so sorry if there’s any mistakes!

you met shauna through your parents. they had all known each other since they were teenagers and just so happened to have children at the same time as one another, meaning that you’d been having play dates and gatherings with the shipman family for as long as you could remember.

the pair of you were both incredibly shy children around anyone else but each other. together, you were both completely comfortable and more outgoing. you even had a secret language that only you two knew, and you would talk in it for hours.

you had grown up doing absolutely everything together and were basically attached at the hip, growing another extension when mrs taylor started dropping jackie off to join you for play dates too.

shauna had always been far too nervous to do certain things on her own, so you always went along with her, or did it for her without hesitation. it was just natural to you, and as you got older it was the other way around.

you joined soccer together at the age of six, and were always eachother’s biggest supporters in games. you’d practically tackle eachother to the ground in hugs whenever either of you scored or did something good.

even in your teenage years, your dynamic barely altered, and your parents would always joke and say you’d be cute as a couple at their dinner parties, earning embarrassed groans and blushes from the two of you (who were in complete denial) before you stressed that you were just best friends.

your parents knew long before both of you did.

you went through it all together, whether you were laughing together in the best of times or crying together in absolute worst, she was your rock, and you, hers.

even though you both were insistent that you were just friends, you were constantly mistaken for a couple. even by jackie, who had grown up with you both, and most of the team had assumed that you were together when they met you both.

despite the constant clarifying that you weren’t together, as you both grew up and got bigger, so did your feelings for her, and you couldn’t help but think about all of the ‘what if’s’

casual displays of affection were suddenly not so casual anymore.

sharing a bed together when you were out of state for games, because “you’d always done it that way” suddenly made your heart beat ten times faster.

friendly looks turning into longing ones over time.

and before you knew it you started seeing her in a completely different light.

you kept quiet about your growing feelings for her because you were terrified that they were one sided, and that you didn’t want to ruin the lifelong bond that you shared. after all, you would rather be silently miserable than deal with the potential rejection that loomed.

whenever you said “i love you” to eachother, something you’d previously said a million times, your heart ached - because you knew she meant ‘just as a friend’

little did you know however, shauna felt the exact same way about you, and had for even longer than you did. she had always had a crush on you, a part of her always knew that, but she was far too nervous to ever tell you, just like you were.

she missed you (more than best friends probably should) whenever you weren’t around, even if it was simply just a class that you didn’t have together and she had literally seen you less than an hour ago.

she started to hold onto you for longer in hugs, squeezing you tighter, not wanting to let you go.

her journal became off limits to you, which it never had been before. she filled it with all of her feelings for you that she couldn’t quite say out loud, and she spent more time than ever writing in it.

shauna often found herself staring at you in awe, admiring your beauty - tracing over each of your details in her mind, whilst you thought she had just zoned out, which happened a lot also.

she was always nervous when you complimented her, scratching her neck and avoiding eye contact as her cheeks burned - something she had thought was normal having growing up feeling it, only realising when she received compliments from literally anybody else that it wasn’t.

she also found herself easily jealous over people who she knew you were just friends with.

you were both head over heels in love with eachother, and yet had no idea in the slightest that the other felt exactly the same.

after what felt like an eternity of stolen glances and pep talks with jackie, lottie and tai, who were sick of your shared obliviousness after this many years, shauna finally confessed to you in the year before you both moved to college (together, of course)

she had been so anxious, but both her mother and your own had assured her that she had nothing to worry about.

her confession was one of the most romantic things you’d ever experienced. she’d set up a picnic in her backyard, and had gifted you a stack of her journal pages, dating back years, and revealing all of the feelings she’d ever had for you.

“i have loved you all my life”

“it’s always been you”

she shyly spoke with a gentle smile adorning her face and pure love shining in her big brown eyes, wider than ever.

you just pressed your lips to hers, letting your actions do the talking as tears slipped down your cheeks.

after you started dating, you found out that both of your families AND the team had made several big bets about how long it would take for you to get together.

her mother won. deb shipman was never wrong.

you literally knew each other inside and out, and finally being able to show each other all of the love you had hidden away brought you even closer together, something you had never imagined.

you were so much happier and more free together.

she remembered everything little detail about you, even things from when you were kids. all the ways you like to be comforted, your favourite foods and the exact way you like them cooked, how you like to be held, and what you were thinking just by looking at you.

you once said that you loved flowers, when you were thirteen. it had always been a dream of yours to have someone give you them.

she now always buys you flowers, and keeps on top of when they need a refresh.

you eventually got the journal pages that she’d confessed to you with framed. she continued to write about you, and even for you. short little pieces, and even poems.

“i think something has always tied me to you”

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #shauna shipman x reader #shauna shipman #jackieshauna #teen shauna #shauna yellowjackets #headcaons

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cjoatprehn · 7 months

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I’m shaky, tired, and stressed as I type this but-

I am going to be homeless in 30-37 days.

Updated with payment links

Um…I have stayed the extent of the time I’ve been able to stay with the folks I’m currently staying with. I had stayed a few months already. Since mid-May 2023. No one expected me to come and stay this long. They were able to house me longer term. Life just had other plans. They did as they were able. They know my situation. They, nor I, can’t control the systems and all. But I do need to go.

I’ve received 30 days notice. They can extend a week, but no further (thus the 37 days). I’ve put in housing applications, to help with housing, and I’ve checked with other friends that I could possibly stay at, in this state at least. But neither are able to take me in. Which I knew already as they explained their situations and I’m not going to add myself to the mix of their daily lives. I’m grateful for the family I’ve been with and their hospitality. I have run out of options in terms of safe places to stay. I saw it coming a few weeks back I just…

Everything I’ve worried about came flaring up again. I can’t go back to my abusive mom. Nor any of my family, as the majority of them are Christians. I don’t want to live in that atmosphere anymore. The only reason I know the folks I’m in is because of an ex-partner, and their network which…I’m no longer dating due to traumatic reasons. I have reached out to others to see what else I can do immediate-wise.

I don’t…I don’t know what else to do; or where else to go atm within state. It’s bad timing too, just on my part, It’s getting cold. I haven’t located my winter coat. The most I have is my winter boots and sweatpants and sweatshirts as winter clothing; along with other things, which may not even all fit in my one suitcase.

I knew it was coming but…It……I’m…really fucking scared. So I come to y’all. I will…turn off my throne wishlist for now. Without an address to send things to, I can’t receive them without complications. 30 days from now is November 12, 2023; 37 days is November 19, 2023.

I’ll pack starting tomorrow. I…need financial support, encouragement, love, or…miraculously a place I can call my own without a landlord involved. Landlords are already shitty in majority. Very little are truly good folk.

I don’t want to be driven to the dark depths of my mind that put me in where I may take my own life as it’s better than this constant up and down whiplash of lash. I’m not in that state of mind. I would like to keep it that way. I have promises to keep. Promises that keep me alive and would affect many if I don’t keep them.

This will be pinned, so check this updating link for details in terms of financially and otherwise. Halloween will not be a very treatful time for me, as it seems.

Thank you for reading.

October 16th, 2023 Update:

Payment/fundraising links Listed Below

Cashapp (US & UK only)

Venmo (won’t be able to transfer to bank instantly but—it seems to work?)

Wise (US and Most International Countries) - [email protected]

ZellePay (US only) - [email protected]

Give to ABLE Account (US only? I think?) (Ignore Deadname Pls and Thank you)

Wishlist | US and most International I think? | (going to stay open since I’m allowed to continue having my mail sent here.)

Website - Pay It Forward (Context 👈🏽 clickable)

Ko-Fi - CJOAT | PayPal or Stripe only payment methods

Payoneer - [email protected]

#time sensitive #homelessness #colored text #large text #links #social justice #transgender awareness week #life update

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nights-legacy · 1 year

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hi, i’ve always loved your work so i thought i could ask this but if you don’t want to that is okay! don’t feel pressured to i can’t stress this enough

(comfort) kirishima or anyone from class 1a with an so. they hug them from behind or something similar and they don’t realise it’s vv triggering for so bc of past trauma (not sa more so s harassment) n them comforting reader (cuddles pls🥺)

I chose to do Bakugou and Kirishima. I as well did Aizawa. I might do the others later. I hope you like it!

Sneaking Up on You(Comfort)

Bakugou: Soft Bakugo hours

You were completely in your own world, completely oblivious to the rest of the class around you. Everyone was out in the training yard when Bakugo noticed your spaced out. He decided to spook you.

"Hey I'll be right back." He hit Kiri in the chest before walking away. He quietly snuck up behind you. He reached out and took the last step before grabing your hips. "Boo!"

"AH! Stop!" You jumped screaming bloody murder. You ripped yourself from his grip, falling to the ground in a fetal position. Bakugo stood there in shock, staring at you.

"Babe?" He called softly. You peeked out of your hands to see it was only Bakugo. He hadn't moved an inch since your reaction. "Are you okay?"

"Bakugo? Oh shit ... Yes, I'm okay. I'm sorry." You sat up and looked down ashamed.

"Hey, no. Don't be sorry." He knelt in front of you. He tentatively put a hand on your knee. When you made no move to get away from his touch, he sat down and pulled you into his side. You cuddled into his neck. "What was that?"

"When I was younger, this kid in my class got his quirk. He got a blink teleportation quirk. He started this habit of popping up behind people to scare them. It seemed like he had a personal vendetta against me. He did it to me the most up until..."

"Until what?"

"In our last year of middle school, he was arrested for robbery and breaking & entering. We never saw him again. So the constant occurance of being scared for so many years straight has left an impact."

"I'm sorry baby. I didn't know." Bakugo kissed your head and nuzzled your hair.

"It's alright. Just no sneaking up on me anymore?"

"Of course."

Kirishima:

Kiri had to stay out late on a patrol and he didn't know when he would be back. You were standing behind one of the couches, few people still up. You were thinking about hitting the hay but you wanted to wait up for Kiri.

"I swear one of these days, I am going to lose my mind due to his posh arrogance!" Uraraka groomed, throwing herself back on the couch.

"I know! I wish I could just smack that smirk off his smug little face." Mina throw her hands up. I laughed at them but nodded in agreement. Behind them, Kiri walked in sluggishly. It had been a long day and he was ready to pass out. He looked up and saw you standing there.

"Does anyone want watch a movie?" Kami asked. A few people said a few yeses. You shook your head.

"Sorry Kami. I'm going to hit the hay as soon Kiri gets back." You said. They nodded in understanding. Kiri quietly walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, snuggling up to you. You screamed, tensing in his grip. Your scream scared everyone else.

"Hey, hey. Sorry just me." Kiri shushed you, turning you to look at him. He saw pure panic in your eyes. He looked between you and the others. He thought it would be best to bring it up privately. "I'm sorry for scaring you. Come on, let's go to bed." You nod, still tense.

"Okay." He guided you up to his room. He quickly closed the door before he cupped your face. He crouched to meet your eyes directly.

"What was that honey? I'm sorry for scaring you but I saw the panic in your eyes. What did I do?" He asked gently. He felt terrible for causing this frozen, tense state. He took note of your tight grip on his shirt.

"You didn't do anything wrong. It's just when you hugged me from behind so suddenly... it brought back some bad memories." You admitted.

"Oh baby." He led you two to the bed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. If you want too... can you tell me what happened to cause this?" You took a big breath.

"When I was about 8, my parents and I took a vacation to San Fransisco California in the US. We were just walking down the street when someone grabbed me around the waist from behind and tried to run off with me. He didn't get far because there was a hero right there but the damage was done."

"Damn, Honey." He rubbed his face before wrapping an arm your waist to pull you into his side. "I won't do it again."

"No! I like it when you hold me like that." You nuzzled into his neck. "Just let me know you're there before you do it. We'll avoid this how thing."

"Okay." He nodded. He kissed your head before a yawn escaped. "Let's get some sleep."

"Yeah." Already drifting off there, tucked into his side.

Aizawa:

It had been a long hard day. Halfway through the day, you, Aizawa, and a few others got called out to help with a bad villian attack. It was a rough fight, leaving everyone exhausted. It was dark by the time Aizawa and You got back to the school. You had gone on to your room while Aizawa want to get somethings from the classroom.

"Damn. Ow." You groaned as you peeled away the top layers of your hero gear. Before anything, you want to treat some new stains in your gear. You shuffled back to the main room before leaning on the counter.

Living together was relatively now still to the two of you. So you were still learning lackothers habits and lifestyles within the home. One thing you still were getting used too was how quiet he was.

Aizawa almost silently came into the apartment. He kicked off his shoes, set down his papos, and hung his scarf on the coat rack. Quietly, he walked into the main room and saw you standing at the counter. You were rubbing your neck and rolling your shoulders.

"Damn." You muttered. Aizawa smiled gently before walking up behind you. He set his hands on your shoulders to rub them but you screamed. You turned quickly to defied yourself but he caught your wrist in time, looking at you bewildered. "Shota!"

"What was that about? Are you alright?" He asked confused. You nodded, collapsing into his chest. He combed his fingers through your hair while you caught your breath. He let you calm down before asking again. He led the both of you to the couch.

"Thank you." You mumbled.

"What was that about, kitten?" He cupped your face.

"It was just... you know how I didn't have the best upbringing?" He nodded. "Well those kids that I was with all the time would jump me. All the time. It was from behind most of the time. Grabbing me by the shoulders and shit. Every now and then if someone comes up behind me it happens. Most of the time I'm really out of it when it happens."

"Damn, Kitten. I didn't know that." He pulled you in closer.

"Well, I didn't think to tell you. I'm comfortable with you and never thought it would happen with you. Never felt threatened with you." You nosed his cheek.

"That makes me glad but I'll be mindful of this though." He sighed. "To let you know, I was just trying to give you a shoulder rub. I saw you rubbing your neck in pain." You chuckled before saying soft thank you. "Let's go take a bath. It's been a long day and I want to make up for scaring you on top of it."

"Sounds nice." You agreed before getting up and dragging him to the bathroom.

Tag List: @spicy-therapist-mom @dxnaii-rxse @iris-shihabi @l0vely-lee

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indescriptequilibrium · 4 months

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ok b4 i make these damn credit requests n send reports to customers i gotta write a bit of testicles philosophy that's been clankin around inside my cranium for a while. if u don't wanna read bout stuff like this pls scroll by but if u do pls bear with me while i talk about an incredibly sensitive topic that's almost impossible to tackle with any level of seriousness due to the Absurdity of transness

so im gettin neutered in 2,5 weeks. this has been a long time comin n now it's suddenly crystalized into a tangible date that's rly close (close enough that it alrdy caused sum Despair n schedulin stress on my part cuz im a anxious scaredy cat (sorry n thank u<3)). this is a huge fuckin deal. i've had dysphoria bout these guys for as long as i can fuckin remember. i'm nowadays pretty ok w/ havin a dick, but the accessories r abysmal n need to go.

first things first, they're uncomfortable. anyone who has some will attest that life w/ balls is at best bearable (mens underwear n pants leave a lot of space for convenience) n at worst horrid n painful (to safekeep reproductive capabilities they're equipped w/ a frankly ludicrous amount of nerve endings). i'm in almost a constant state of mild-to-severe discomfort cuz i'm very dysphorically aware of them at most times, like rn. they're always moving around no matter how well secured in place n the more u secure them in place the more uncomfortable it can get. n Adjusting their position especially in public no matter how stealthy i am about it makes me feel like some kind of a pervert cuz well i AM grabbing n moving my junk around. ugh. so this is very much a dysphoric "THIS BODY PART DOESNT BELONG" type situation.

secondly, i do NOT want to reproduce, especially not via inseminating someone. that's a horrid thought n makes me feel like some kind of a gigeresque parasite-spewing breeding maschine. note: this is a Personal Feeling, making n having babies is a perfectly normal thing to want to do. but i do not have the need to do it via my own biology.

third, FORM FACTOR. fuckin gods i own so many pieces of clothing that will finally fit nicely when im free of the two pain orbs attached near a very critical part of pants n underwear. i've looked at n adored how pants fit ppl without this kind of junk in the way forever n been so so envious even b4 i had the language to describe it. i rly hope it's as comfortable as i imagine it.

fourthly, i kno it's not a requirement to be an androgynous person to lack reproductive ability, but shit fuck godsdamn it, it will help with the feeling. kinda like how changin my legal gender was altogether very unimpactful (as it should be tbh...), but gave me self-confidence n entitlement in my identity. the idea of being physically something between genders is amazing n freeing as hell. masculinity has weighed heavy on my shoulders n this'll take some of the load off. stop giggling

fifth n final point that i have in mind rn: i can stop takin fucking spironolactone!!!!!!!! im convinced just this will be a huge quality of life improvement, i'm so dried up it's crazy. i piss like every couple of hours n my lower lip has been chapped af for weeks. t1d dries u up already i rly don't need an additional drug doing that. plus i'm p sure spiro has some side effects goin that i'm not even aware of but i'm eager to find out what changes.

all in all this is HUGE. i'm gonna probs cope w/ the wait w/ a lot of humor n some of this humor will make me more dysphoric (dysphoria has been growing the whole winter) but pls bear with my ballsposting soon i'll stop talking about them forever and i rly have NOT mentioned the guys ever cuz of the dysphoria so final chance to say goodbye i guess? lol. anyway gotta work now bye hope this was somehow revelatory re: my feelings w/ this whole issue for those of u who r for some reason interested in the general genital situation lmao

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shameboree · 2 years

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Could you tell us more about your bad vives AU? I love your art btw <3

okay id like to preface with a lot of it is VIBES which means if smth doesnt make sense i need everyone to suspend the FUCK out of their disbelief dont question me we are here for a GOOD TIME and a GOOD TIME ONLY. here are some bullet points largely summing up things ive already drawn!!!! pls note my fav kind of Time Stuff is bullshit miserable groundhog day style time loops

-chat blanc gets the bunny miraculous we dont ask questions about this

-he SLINKS ARND IN THE SHADOWS of paris for a while and it builds up marinettes paranoia bc shes TOTALLY 100% SEEN CHAT NOIR and knows that absolutely he isnt akumatized so she gaslights herself into thinking she hasnt caught random glimpses of chat blanc BUT ALSO spirals into a state of FULL BLOWN constant fight or flight response and wont sleep so that shes not vulnerable

-blah blah chat blanc drops in on her while adrien is arnd entirely bc i really wanted to draw that thing of adrien doing the Mom Arm when the car stops too fast bc this whole sitch is just a violent messy WRECK. anyway chat blancs whole attitude is like hewwo my love <:3c im here to give us a super romantic ending <:3c and marinettes response to everything is just like. okay cool, i am going to puke now!! meanwhile adriens just like what the FUCK is happening here

-anyway. more cat n mouse games. ANYWAY. at some point its lb vs cb but chat blanc is just having a great week and WINNING so gets her earrings or smth who cares and successfully romeo and juliets himself n marinette yandere style. a VERY ROMANTIC ENDING bc nothing was ever gonna fix things OBVI so ofc they have to just die in each others arms 💖

-YES adrien experiences massive manpain NO i dont care anyones opinion on it bc i love to see the kids cry. OBVI he is catastropically devastated and NO there is no identity reveal hes just deeply and viciously torn tf UP over marinette getting dead and also feeling completely helpless AND ALSO ALSO like hes the one to blame <:3

-everyone is so catatonic in the wake of No More Marinette that even adrien doesnt notice ladybug hasnt been arnd since

-idk. timeloop shit. adriens stuck in a cycle of the night before (V HARD TO GET A HEAD START IN SUCH A SHORT TIMEFRAME!!) day of, n day after (so no matter what he always has to reexperience the aftermath hehe). i am actually not a huge fan of when longer timespan loops get past mid teens (ESP when it gets to TRIPLE DIGITS???!) bc it feels like it cheapens the experience and also acute stress is sexier than chronic SO ANYWAY. eventually he will obviously succeed in brking the loop and keeping marinette frm dying. good for him.

-every loop is a little different bc every loop marinette CANT PUT HER FINGER ON IT but she knows something is Not Right, which chat blanc is ALSO feelin, so every time they react or do smth diff which means adrien is constantly having to deal w CHANGING VARIABLES !! hes having a bad time. marinette is having a bad time. chat blanc is having a very good time

-final actual confrontation or whatever is pure marichat (DOUBLETEAM. MARI IS AN ACTIVE PARTICIPANT EVEN AS A CIVILIAN. YOU GO BABY!!). ive only drawn adrinette moment but the whole thing is very marichat bc im PREDICTABLE!! anyway no lb bc marinette freaks out cb is gonna take her earrings or cataclysm them so she just straight up swallows em. good job baby.

-THE END BABY!! epilogue reveal EVENTUALLY but for quite some time after they are both quietly carrying the weight of their secret traumas alone w neither of them having a full picture of the situation but not knowing it. what a good time :)

i think this looks v adrien focused but they are all having their separate little stories here and its largely marinette feeling isolated and small for all her mistakes, and chat blanc feels like the worst possible one she has or could ever make so she cant consider asking anyone, let alone CHAT NOIR HIMSELF!! to help her, which just makes everything 100000x harder. by the end of the STORY PROPER she accepts she can trust herself in chat noirs hands but shes still too scared to put her full weight on him bc she doesnt wanna FUCK UP. meanwhile adrien wont say shit to her abt it bc he doesnt wanna burden her w his SECRETS also hes drownin in guilt. also eventual identity reveal changes nothing for him in terms of grief bc he already felt like he died every time marinette did except worse bc he had to just keep living anyway :) but now also hes afraid of an identity reveal for probably obvious reasons. and then beloved CHAT BLANC man of the HOUR switched gears frm wanting to Fix things to wanting to destroy things bc hes a fucking yandere wifeguy OKAY. he knows he is forever RUINED for love of marinette and since he cant have her future is instead entirely focused on making sure he has all of her end <:3c

dw the kids are gonna be OKAY. they are insane and the power of LOVE will help pull them thru, theyre just going to be incredibly clingy for the rest of their LIVES

i love to draw very cutesy w soft and warm palettes and then have the Content be batshit miserable badtimes. i also like to draw a lot of goofy moments btwn and during the Traumas bc i love to be a dumbass

THIS ENDED UP SO LONG SORRY EVERYONE!!! please enjoy my unhinged misery porn 😊💖

#kels talks #BAD VIBES THE AU #eternal shoutout to ladybeug for encouraging and enabling me w this au

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carsonian · 9 months

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new stevetony crack fic. pls hold in ur gasps of shock

(count olaf voice) hello, hello, hello...i've spent every minute of free time i've had over the past three days (not a lot bc i am in a state of constant not-freedom) writing a crack fic in the style of a chatlog. and i mean "style" quite literally. that is why it's taken THREE days. it's a soulmate au set in highschool. stevetony bc who else would i look at html for. btw i am never going into the html version of ao3 ever again. i don't mean to be so explicitly bourgeoisie but rich text is where it's at. anyway, here's the fic. please heed the notes in the beginning so that the formatting works for u. PLEASE also do not be intimidated by the word count. it's much shorter than it seems.

'Cause It's You and Me (and All of the People) on AO3 | 8,947 | Rated T

Steve and Tony discover that they're soulmates in their senior year of high school. As they wrestle with this realisation and try to build out a genuine relationship in the backdrop of high school nonsense and college admissions stress, they're met with a ridiculous number of hurdles in the form of every friend in their circle recruiting them as "fake dates". (A.K.A. the high school soulmates AU where they keep getting pulled into fake dating schemes for other people, told in a chatlog / texting format)

#i have been binging asoue again #so if anyone wants asoue fic #i could be persuaded #steve could pull off a very good forlorn lemony except it's post-cw au and beatrice ie tony is still alive #my writing #my fics #stevetony

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just-eyris-things · 2 years

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16, 17, 19, and 20 from the anniversary ask game pls uwu

Hiya, thanks for asking <3

16. Favourite creature?

Hmm... CURRENTLY it's the kitten that Connor brutally murdered. Now, if you go to that kitten and you pet it - it WILL die. I love those little touches. I love them so much. Luckily you can just pet the cat after it respawns :)

17. Favourite location?

A location which is locked in an instance.

Orr - Cursed Shore - Artesian Waters.

It has so much sentimental value for me, it's where my favourite instance takes place, of COURSE I am going to bring it up... <3

19. Has this game inspired you for other things? If so, how?

I have never before engaged with a piece of media this much before. GW2 inspired me to make up stories and invest my time and art skills into them, which lead us to me making comics and character posts and stuff. So definitely art, story writing... I will actually confess that one day I wish people recognized me as a CC, but hey, who knows. Maybe one day.

There is also this one thing but I want to keep it private for now so I don't appear as "only talks big" and "bites more than she can chew" (although we all already know that the latter is a constant state for me...)

20. What would you like to see for the future of Guild Wars 2?

Malyck.

Ok, jokes aside...

NECROBOW. I WILL DIE ON THAT HILL. N E C R O B O W. And appropriate shroud. Anet, we haven't had an appropriate shroud since HoT. I'm sorry but I do not accept Scourges or Harbingers - their shrouds are a HUGE letdown for me. Love the concept, but the playstyle isn't for me.

Aside from that, I would like more content for other races that are not humans. I'm sorry, human mains, but you literally are getting 90% of content. Since you're human, most armor is good for you by default.

I wish for more sylvari and norn armor. I wish for something more than what HoT came out to be when it comes to sylvari - we all know it was accelarated in production, come on.

I hope norn and asura will get more in the future. Imagine going fully underground into asuran ruins, similar to Rata Novus? Sorry, Rata Arcana isn't anywhere CLOSE to Rata N. Or imagine going to old norn steads in the far shiverpeaks, now that Jormag threat is gone?

AND FINALLY I would like GW2 to go back a bit with vibes. End of PS, LWs4 and EoD felt like winning, like there was some good in the world. Hope and stuff. It felt like a heavy weight was lifted from my shoulders. We didn't have that in so long, I just can't stress enough how much I needed it. I hope Anet will keep on delivering those light and pleasant emotions to me.

Also I would like all the players who play the game even though it's "the worst game they ever played" to pay me $100. /joke .....or is it a joke ;)

Phew, there we go. I guess there would be much more but I don't want to write an entire essay! Again, thanks for asking!

#thedreamsofgods

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buckmepapi · 2 years

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Before you follow/interact please read:

My name is bek/kim. You can refer to me as either. I use they/them & she/her pronouns. Either is fine unless I state which I prefer that day. I’m queer demisexual. It’s a form of asexuality.

The standard DNI applies here; DNI if you are a minor or blank/ageless blog (you will be blocked), do not interact with me if you are racist, homophobic, transphobic, and so on. If you are a cis straight male, I will block you if you interact with any of my posts. I have nothing against you, it’s just this is my safe space to post freely and I’m tired of getting sexually charged messages from creepy dudes on tumblr. I’m not interested.

FAQ’s

If you get linked to this post it is because you have asked a question that is covered here.

Do you do taglists/can you add me to a taglist?

NO. I don’t know how many more times I have to say this as I leave multiple warnings all over my fics stating that I do not do taglists. I’m getting fucking sick and tired of fics that I work hard on getting spammed with comments saying “pls tag me” piss off. I’ve been nice about it for months now, yet some people continue to spam my comments section and my inbox with this request. Each fic I post has “I do not do taglists, please follow my library” in bold and in red, I don’t know how much clearer I can be. I also comment in my own comments section stating “there is no taglist” preemptively but yet people still ask. I know I sound like I’m being harsh but I’m fed up of you taking over my comment section and ignoring me. It’s upsetting and stressful and 99% of you that ask to be tagged don’t even have the common decency to reblog or like the fic so why should I waste hours of my time curating taglists for people who don’t even reblog the fic they’re tagged in? If anyone asks again they are getting blocked.

When are you releasing the next chapter/when’s the next fic coming?

This is another frequently asked question that is starting to upset me. I have an ‘about’ section that covers this that people seem to just fucking ignore.

I am disabled. I have numerous lifelong mental and physical conditions that inhibit me from writing sometimes.

Even if I wasn’t disabled and struggling, you shouldn’t be constantly complaining or asking about when the next chapter of something is ready. You’ll get it when you get it. Authors have lives. Our first priority isn’t providing free entertainment to people. Have patience and wait. We get hundreds of messages and comments like this all the time, and for me personally, the more you ask the more I don’t even feel like posting because you’ve annoyed me, stressed me out, and put me off entirely.

I am autistic. I have ADHD. I’m epileptic. I have C-PTSD. I have depression and anxiety. I have dissociative disorders. I have ME. I have Fibromyalgia. I have chronic pain. I have chronic migraines. I am deaf. I have insomnia. These are all professionally medically diagnosed. This isn’t shit I’m making up for tumblr like most people. I lived in a physically abusive and traumatic household for 20 years. I ran away and was homeless for many years, I then lived in a shelter for 2 years till I got my home I’m in now since December last year. I am constantly fucking stressed out. I haven’t had a moment of peace in my life until now, I only just got diagnosed with autism and I’m still trying to figure myself out, I only just got medicated for my adhd and insomnia and I’m still trying to get use to that. I’m in constant pain. I’ve started a type of trauma therapy to help me with my extensive childhood trauma. I’m tired mentally and physically. I have to fight the urge to unalive myself everyday, seriously, it’s in my head constantly. I have no friends. I have no one at all but my two cats to keep me company. I recently left an emotionally and mentally taxing relationship a few weeks ago. I have a million and one things to do in my home before it feels like a home. I’m constantly fucking stressed and tired and depressed I have a million thoughts going off at once and I just want peace, so with that in mind please please for the love of god, stop fucking asking when a story is being posted or when the next chapter is going to be. I’ll post it when I post it. I might have a good week, and post 5 stories in a week, and then I might not post for 2 months. It depends on my mental health most of the time. But the more you ask, the more it upsets me and makes me not want to. please keep my conditions in mind when asking for fics and chapter updates, im in constant physical pain and struggling with my mental health so my first priority isnt always providing free entertainment for other people.

Is _____ cancelled?

Anything that I’ve ever said is a series or will have a part 2 is still going ahead. Please refer to the above if you have an issue with how long it’s taking.

Can I talk to you?

Yes, baby. You can talk to me about anything, even if it’s just to get advice. I know I sounded a bit cuntish in the above responses but that’s only due to being asked constantly everyday, but other than that I’m a really approachable friendly person. You can talk to me whenever you want , if you need advice or someone to rant to you can do so, or if you just want to get something off your chest on anon, you can do that too.

Can I join your discord server?

Yes you can! You have to be over 18, but you don’t have to be a writer or a creative. The discord is open to everyone. The reason that it is an 18+ server is because we discuss adult themes and smutty fanfiction, I also don’t feel comfortable about the notion of anyone underage interacting with my server. It’s a marvel discord that has 60 people so far. Just ask me for the link (as it expires regularly) and I will send it to you either via direct message or answering an anon post.

This is a temp post for FAQ’s till I can finish my carrd and post a link to my bio.

#𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓻 ╰✧#personal #buckmepapi #k;#Beks faq

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doopdevil · 2 years

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if you love somebody, let them go | PART ONE | matt murdock x fem!reader

MASTERLIST | PART TWO | PART THREE

warnings: heavy angst; infinity war & blip occurs; cursing; marriage; death; overall panic; vomiting from food poisoning; matt needs a hug :(

pairings: matt murdock x fem!reader

word count: 1,927

summary: matthew was eager to propose soon. but now he might never be able to.

a/n: i am so so excited to get started on this collab with @mobiusismyfav ; who came up with this idea! pls go check out their writing, it’s amazing. anyways we’ll keep you posted on when the second part comes out. thank you for reading and i hope you like it!

In truth, Matthew Murdock had never been one for theatrics. Which was pretty ironic, considering that the man would patrol the city in a bright scarlet devil costume to fight crime. But behind the mask, he savored a more peaceful life. One that he actually hadn’t imagined in the past, until he met you. Beautiful, kind, amazing you; who he’d cuddle in bed with every night; who’d remember his favorite foods when he was stressed and would listen respectfully to the feelings he thought he’d never share. With a line of work so dangerous, hope was an unfortunately sparse element. Luckily for him though, you were the epitome of hope. Most people couldn’t handle a relationship with him, the sleepless nights with him absent and his self-destructive habits becoming too painful to witness. And there you were, empathetic and understanding towards him. After every difficult battle, you’d be there to pull him back together. Matt was more accustomed to taking care of others (especially without receiving gratitude), and for once he got to be doted on. You’d tend to his wounds with a soft-hearted touch that felt wonderfully strange after receiving the opposite from his opponents. You would never let him delve too deeply into his work, taking him places and talking with him in order to remind him that he was allowed to live. You’d kiss him like every time it would be the last. Despite being a simple man, Matthew adored every nuance, trait, and flaw that you had. You could do something as minuscule as snoring and he’d adore it. Negative or positive, he’d merely be delighted at the fact that together; they made you. With feelings so lovingly complicated, an incomplex proposal felt wrong.

“Hey, Foggy.” Matt felt a little peeved at the interruption. He had fought fiercely for these reservations for months now at your favorite restaurant, all together with a perfect table that had a view of the Hudson. Although he couldn’t see it, he loved how awestruck you’d sound at the sight itself.

“Please tell me you proposed. If you keep that ring in your pocket for one more day I swear to god, I’m going to beat you up.”

A hearty chuckle rose in his chest, “Are you sure you want to fight me, Foggy?”

“Don’t underestimate my wrath, Matthew. Especially concerning this situation. I bet 100 dollars that you’d propose tonight, and the last thing I want is for Karen to be 100 dollars richer! I’ll be a peasant in her eyes, a mere plebian! And to top off all the suffering, my two great friends won’t even be engaged yet,” he groaned dejectedly.

“Foggy - you’re the one who interrupted me. We were having a lovely conversation about getting a dog until you called. Not sure if we’ll be able to take care of one since we’ve already got you.”

“Har har. Real funny Matt. I’ll leave you to Y/N then, but if I don’t get a call from her sobbing with absolute tears of joy, you’re done for.” Before his best friend could hang up, a muffled sound caught his attention.

“Yes, Karen said she’ll beat you up as well. You’re outnumbered, Murdock! Now get back out there!” Although the slight hitch Foggy had caused was a bit inconvenient; Matt would be lying if he said his friend's assurances didn’t help. For the past week or so, the vigilante had been engulfed in a constant state of nerves. No, it wasn’t because several of the gangs he had been fighting started working together, or that he had a particularly difficult case to work on. Somehow, the mere thought of proposing to the woman he loved managed to break Matthew Murdock. With a deep inhale, Matt swiftly left the hallway to join you.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, Foggy’s just threatening to murder me again. The usual.”

Your adorable snort was followed by a snicker, “You better watch out Matt. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Honestly; I’m so terrified. You’ll have to protect me tonight, okay?”

“Of course, but don’t hold it against me if I run away. Not even I can endure the rage of Foggy,” you joked with false dramatic effect.

The two of you continued to laugh through the night, your conversation eventually leading to a case of his, how work was going for you, and suddenly circling back to the topic of getting a dog.

“Matt, I don’t see the problem with a chihuahua.”

“Are you insane? It’ll tear us apart. I say we go with a medium dog. From the shelter, of course. Those little guys have been through a lot, and I think combined we have a lot of love to give,” he grinned. His heart skipped a beat once he felt your hand softly cup his.

“Matt Murdock. You truly are the sweetest man. I think a dog from the shelter would be perfect,” his cheeks heated up at your affections, gradually increasing in temperature as he felt you peck his knuckles.

For too long Matt had waited for the right time. He had given up several times already in the past few months. This proposal was quite possibly the most important thing to him at that moment, and the thought of messing it up frightened him to no end. Matt was going to make sure that this proposal would show just how much he loved you. After dinner, you’d walk through Central Park. He’d bring deserts and a couple of glasses of wine to share on your favorite bench. And once he found the perfect time in your conversation to propose, he’d-

“Oh shit.”

“You alright honey?” He frowned.

“Matthew. This chili is tearing me apart from the inside.”

“Do you feel like throwing up?”

“No! I’m sure it’s fine, I’ll just go to the bathroom and-” It had arrived. The first thing he noticed was the sound. Your groans of pain, garbled and weak. Unfortunately, it seemed you had a stomach ache. And Matt sure as hell wasn’t going to propose while you were so sick. It pained him to do this, but your health mattered far more to him than the proposal. He could propose another time when you weren’t puking out of your mind.

“Y/N, let’s go home. I’ll get the check, okay?” He assured, walking closer to you to rub your shoulder sweetly, before handing you some napkins to clean up. Once you gathered yourself and paid, you went home.

Matthew was not looking forward to telling Foggy and Karen he hadn’t proposed. Despite it being an out-of-the-blue predicament, and entirely not his fault, they’d find a way to chastise him. He instinctively cuddled closer to you at the thought. Matt could care less about the fact you had vomited hours ago. Now you were okay, once you had gotten home safely. In mother-hen mode, Matthew cared for you just as you’d do for him. He ran you a warm bath to get you clean and made sure to prepare heaps of soft pillows and blankets for you to snuggle in. Several bottles of medicine sat on the nightstand just in case. Whilst nuzzling your neck, Matt felt a pang of relief. He was just happy you were okay. Although it wasn’t ideal on the night of his proposal, getting to hold you was more than enough to satisfy him. He adored your every sound, touch, and smell he could embrace. It was a reassuring reminder that you were real.

Matt was barely awake when he felt it. Your sleeping form had suddenly been replaced by emptiness. That was weird. But once he began to wake up more, he became horrifyingly aware of his surroundings. The typical hustle and bustle of New York City had suddenly vanished. Citizens were screaming and crying, and you were gone.

“Y/N?”

Nothing. Matthew didn’t even sense that you were there, but calling for you was all he had. He desperately tried to hold back his panic; all he had to do was find you. He just needed to know you were okay.

“Y/N!” His voice came out panicked and broken.

“Shit. Shit!” Frantically, Matt began to call Foggy. Something bad was clearly happening, and you weren’t there. Panic set in when he realized he didn’t know what to do. And pain began to stab at his heart at the very real possibility that he had lost you.

“Foggy, come on!” No answer. With haste, Matthew called Karen, his calloused hands beginning to shake. Another dead end. He had to resist throwing his phone at the wall. What happened to his friends? What happened to you, and the city? He haphazardly put on shoes and a jacket before charging out of your apartment. The sounds of terror just got louder. As he descended towards the lobby, he could make out several concerning statements.

“Where did he go?”

“Mommy? Mommy where are you?”

“She just disappeared. No, I don’t fucking know what happened! What’s going on?”

He should’ve proposed to you. Hell, he should’ve stepped knee first in vomit and slipped that ring on your finger as fast as he could. Maybe he needed to hold you tighter. Somehow despite all the love you two had shared, it wasn’t enough to stop the inevitable. It felt like a nightmare, everyone was losing someone. And Matt was unlucky enough to lose you.

Although Matthew was used to hectic days, even he had to admit that even this was too much to handle. The city was a wreck, and quite frankly, so was he. Regardless he made it his duty to tend to as many emergencies as he could. The work was stressful and frustrating, but at least it kept his mind off of you.

Clad in his red suit, he finally heard it. A semblance of hope. Once he realized his phone was buzzing, he clung to it like a lifeboat.

“Karen! What the hell is going on?”

“Matt… the Avengers, they couldn’t stop him. Half of the population is gone. I can’t find Foggy anywhere and Y/N isn’t picking up. I don’t know what to do,” it seemed Matt wasn’t the only one in a frenzy. He’d be relieved to hear her if he hadn’t been so terrified already.

“Where are you?”

“I’m at the office,” she sniffled.

Before he could even say goodbye he ran towards the building. Just a few more streets down and he wouldn’t be alone. But Matt could feel alone in a crowd of people without you there. Without regard for his safety, he nearly crashed through the window as he climbed in through the fire escape.

“Oh my god!” Karen sobbed, her heartbeat nearly going as fast as his own, frantic and torturous. When she wrapped her arms around him, it merely reminded him that this wasn’t a dream. She held him so tightly that he would’ve burst if he didn’t melt into it.

“Matt… is Y/N gone?”

“I think she is.” For the first time that horrible day, Matt finally allowed himself to fall apart. As Karen continued sobbing into his shoulder, even more so once she learned that you were gone, he began to silently weep. Matthew had spent his entire life trying to make the world a better place. He’d come home bloody and bruised if it meant doing the right thing. Meeting you on a rainy day in Central Park felt like a blessing. A gift for everything he’s sacrificed. And now without you, there’s no one to come home to.

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yarichin-imagines · 3 years

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can u do something with agere, idm what pairing or anything

BII BII BII AGERE IS MY COPING MECHANISMMMMM

PLS SEND MORE AGERE ASKS IF YOU WANT ID LOVE TO TAKE EM—

Also totally not me going all out to write what they’d all be like as caregivers and littles!

This is non-sexual age regression just to be clear!

(For those who are not sure what agere is, agere/age regression is a coping mechanism for stress/trauma/sometimes just for fun. It’s when someone mentally regresses to a younger state of mind and thinks and acts like a kid or baby. These people often want a caregiver around, and can be found doing things like watching kids shows, cuddling with stuffed animals, or using a pacifier. It’s a totally valid method of stress relief and I myself am a bit of an expert on it, since i use agere as a coping mechanism myself!)

Toono

Little:

Toono is pretty playful when he’s little

He has a big imagination! Always talking about seeing a dinosaur that breathes fire down the street!

Toono loves dinosaurs, by the way

He can be a little energetic too, squirming around happily as he babbles on about whatever his mind can think up.

Little Toono wants to make his caregiver proud, always trying to color pictures neatly within the lines for them!

Though, of course, the occasional act of bravery might lead to a scraped knee that needs to be taken care of, along with a sniffly Toono

Caregiver:

Toono is a bit of a mess as a caregiver

Childcare? Never heard of em.

He doesn’t exactly know what he’s doing, but he tries his best

He tries mostly to keep his kid out of danger and not crying.

He likes playing LEGO’s with his little, that’s like the bonding activity with him

Kashima

Kashima is a sweet little kid.

He shares everything and always asks others if they want to play with him

He loves exploring, which often would lead to him and Toono running around looking for dinosaurs in the park

As sweet as this kid is, he can be a walking hazard to himself.

“Hey, (caregiver nickname)! Watch me jump off this rock!”

Though, adorably, once he is done playing, he’s exhausted and falls asleep in your arms

Caregiver:

This man has caregiver written all over him

He always says he’s proud of his little and makes sure they know he loves them

He does the typical father-child activities, like throwing a baseball or teaching a kid how to do outdoorsy things

If the kid fails, Kashima gives them the ‘good job, buddy, you tried so hard and I’m proud of you’ talk

Kashima! Loves! Picking! Littles! Up!

He can cradle you like no other, his body is like a little’s dream in a cuddling sense. He can put your head on his big strong chest so you can hear his heartbeat as you drift off

Yacchan

Little:

Little Yacchan regresses to the way he was before school

Aka, a little shit

He can be a bit aggressive towards other littles, which gets him in timeout a lot

Little Yacchan requires a lot of attention. His caregiver needs to only be focused on him. Otherwise, he feels unloved and upset.

Little Yacchan has a pout like no other

Yacchan will often regress for stress relief or comfort, so it really is best to keep an eye on him and to not leave him alone.

He can be a little show off-y, wanting to one-up the other littles around him. Someone drew a picture? His is better. Stuff like that.

Yacchan’s caregiver will need to have a lot of manners talks with him.

Caregiver:

Save any soul that messes with papa Yacchan

Breathe in the direction of his little and he launches off at you

He is a very protective papa bear

One would think he is very “haha my little is better than you” but he isn’t. He wants to avoid his little feeling like he’s a point of comparison like he was.

He comes off a lot as ‘look at my son and you will love him’

Yacchan’s favorite nicknames are ‘bud, kid, kiddo’, fatherly ones like that

He likes to scoop a little up and make them fly around

Yuri

Little:

Little Yuri will often go into baby space

He is almost always nonverbal

He really is a baby, needing everything to be done for him.

He drools. A lot.

His babbling is basically just the same as what he always does.

He loves snuggly clothes

Sugary flavored milk or juice is his favorite

Caregiver:

As I’ve said before, I don’t think Yuri should be trusted to take care of children. Mentally children or physically children, either way.

He would babble right back to them

He is surprisingly good at cuddling

He knows how to get a little’s energy out. Other caregivers would drop their littles off at Yuri’s just to get them to be sleepy for the night

Yuri somehow manages to filter out the dirty talk while he is taking care of a little. Somehow.

Tamura

Little:

Little Tamura is around a toddler age

He can be a lot to handle at times

Still, he will make arts and crafts for his caregiver as a ‘Thanks for putting up with me’ sorta thing

He loves action packed kids shows, and tries to emulate them

You had to comfort him through a few ‘ninja training’ mishaps

Caregiver:

Like Yacchan, he is a protective parent

He uses nicknames like ‘bud/kid’ a lot

It takes some time to get him to filter himself around a little, but he works on it

Once he gets it down, he is like the swear police with his little

“He was being such a” covers littles ears “little shit”

He likes outdoorsy activities, showing different types of bugs to his little.

Jimmy

Little:

A stress regressor

He cries

A lot

He NEEDS constant attention and physical contact

Hold him on your hip and keep him close because if you don’t, the tears will start.

He likes bonding with his caregiver, doing little activities

Caregiver:

Still a bit of a mess

What does he do? What? How?

If the kid cries, so will he

He often falls asleep with his little next to him

He always speaks in a very soft voice with his little.

He gives little nuzzles with the nose :3

Shikatani

Little:

Little Shika can be fussy, and a bit of a handful

Still, he is the only little that cleans up after himself

You need to have a routine. Cannot stress that enough.

You gotta spend a specific amount of time feeding him, bath time can’t be more or less than a certain amount of time, etc

And don’t you dare forget a bedtime story

Regardless, Shika feels bad in the back of his mind

So he shows a lot of affection towards his caregiver

Caregiver:

Everything needs to be cleaned

He has, like, fifty of those bottle cleaners and is constantly boiling things

Shika is not the touchiest caregiver. Especially given how kids are messy and all.

Shika is the best at bedtime stories, though

He has a number of times fallen asleep next to his little, either looking all graceful or smushed up against his glasses after a long day

He likes to play dress up with his little in pretty dresses and skirts!

Akemi

Little:

Little Akemi can be a bit of a brat

He wants to be a prince really bad

Until he gets too bratty and you tell him about how bratty princes get turned into frogs

Then he’s just terrified and trying to figure out the logistics of that in his little mind.

He likes pretty colors and shiny things

He totally watches all the Princess movies

Caregiver:

Akemi is actually a surprisingly good caregiver

He is good at being in positions where he is the boss.

He isn’t quite used to having a filter on the things he says around his little, so his little might end up parroting some less than family friendly things without knowing. Akemi would probably be like ‘that’s my baby’ as a joke but then teach them that’s bad

Akemi knows all the best recipes for good little snacks.

He makes little cookies and milk with vanilla and honey!

He can also tend to spoil his little a bit too

Itome

Little:

And the award for most likely to be a little goes to...

The softest baby. You could ever imagine.

Itome goes nonverbal in his little space

He regresses to a pretty young age, wobbling if he has to walk places.

He often likes to curl up in his huge sweaters

That being said, you really need to make sure he feels loved when he’s in little space

If you aren’t there to cuddle him, he will start crying.

However, all you gotta do is rock him, hold him tight, and reassure him you won’t leave, and he’s instantly off to sleep.

Little Itome loves Naps. He is a sleepy little baby

When not sleeping, he’s coloring pretty pictures if you with hearts all over it! When he’s done he’ll stumble up to you and hold it out with a hopeful look in his eyes

Caregiver:

A very snuggly caregiver

His favorite time is right before bedtime/nap time where he feeds his little some milk and just slowly watches them fall asleep as he very softly tells them a bedtime story

Itome loves playing pretend with his little! He could sit on the carpet with you and have millions of stuffed animal tea parties!

He wears only the softest clothes for premium cuddle material

He uses the softest nicknames like “sweetheart, darling” etc.

If something upsets you, he’ll stoop you up with a sympathetic coo and get you some fresh air. Maybe you two can find some pretty flowers that he’ll put in his and your hair!

#yarichin b club #yarichin b club imagines #yarichin b bu #yui tamura #itsuki shikatani #koshiro itome #yuri ayato #keiichi akemi #kyousuke yaguchi #takashi toono #kashima yuu #tooru fujisaki

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ao3feed-dadzawa · 2 years

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Blame All-For-Shit

Blame All-For-Shit by XiaoWannabe

Midoriya Izuku was one of the most problematic students Aizawa had ever had the pleasure of teaching. Yeah, sure, some of the other were dangerous to themselves or others, or maybe they had a temper similiar to Bakugo's but none of them were like that because of their drive to become a Hero like Midoriya was. He was incredibly determined to prove everyone wrong (wrong in what, Shouta didn't know) and to become the best Hero there would ever be.

But he also had a clear personal relationship with the Worlds retired number 1 hero which caused enough stress on him to begin with. So when both of them failed to show up to school, Aizawa was reasonably suspicious, and went to investigate.

Words: 1428, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Nedzu, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Class 1-A, Class 1-A Girls, Class 1-A Boys, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Kan Sekijirou | Vlad King, Kirishima Eijirou, Hagakure Tooru, Ashido Mina, Asui Tsuyu, kevin the service animal, Original Characters

Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Midoriya Izuku Has Issues, Midoriya Izuku Has Trust Issues, Midoriya Izuku Has Self-Esteem Issues, Midoriya Izuku Has Abandonment Issues, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku Reveal, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Izuku Gets A Hug, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Protective Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Smart Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, One For All Quirk Haunted by Past One For All Users' Ghosts, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Being an Idiot, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Bad Teacher, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is Bad at Feelings, Victim Blaming, all might apologizes, All Mights doing his best, I will fight all of you on this, It doesn't excuse him, but hes trying, Midoriya Hisashi Being an Asshole, Midoriya Hisashi's Bad Parenting, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, Quirkless Discrimination, Everyone Is Gay, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, yes, I regret nothing and everything at the same time, im in a constant state of confusion, i am confusion incarnate, Author Is Sleep Deprived, writing this while listening to AS IT IS, IDGAF specifically, its a good song, pls enjoy, i live for validation

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37926127

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Dadzawa #♥#Erasermic #Yagi Toshinori #Izuku Midoriya #R:T #A:Xiao #Quirkless AU #Dadzawa #Dad Mic #Dad Might

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leviiattacks · 3 years

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hi bestie!! pls pretty pls do a levi one where he takes care of a sick y/n im feeling a bit under the weather and im getting kinda scared bc of covid :<< anything to help calm my nerves pls? thank you <3

author note :: get well soon anon :-( i’m super sick rn too (when am i not tho </3) so i get how it is. this isn’t that great because i wrote it pretty quick but i hope it eases youuu :-) this is just pure fluff and sappy stuff and yup yup MODERN LEVI BC... listen i have a soft spot for modern levi word count :: some how i got to 1.4k ????? idk how i always go over the expected word count i have in my head

it’s literally been YEARS since the last time you were sick

if you really dig through the depths of your memory you’d say maybe you were last sick when you were seven???

it’s that or your memory is just not great

either way, you really do not want to bother anyone with your sickness so you decide to hole up in your room for the entire day

you don’t even tell levi about it because you know he’ll drop everything for the sake of your comfort

the only problem is that midway through the day you’ve become so bedridden you can’t even begin to fathom attending classes tomorrow

you guess you’ll be taking another day off

as that thought crosses your mind your bedroom door bursts open

“i...” levi lets out a long sigh and you look at him dazed from your pounding headache

you’re surrounded by scrunched up tissues and your cold meds have been left untouched

“i’m gonna get you sick too. back away.” you’re frowning and signalling with your hands that you want him out

your nose is stuffy and you’re sniffling but levi just rolls his eyes before he sits next to you on the floor

buried in your duvet you look a little like a burrito and he laughs at that

“do you know where the thermometer is? i’ll check on your fever.”

he’s looking at you waiting for an answer

you think for a second and then you try to rummage through the timeline of today’s events.

to be fair you’re a little disoriented but for some unknown reason you feel yourself get a little teary eyed

maybe it’s a mix of your upcoming deadlines looming over you or perhaps it’s missing a really important class today

but it’s so sudden you don’t even know why your body is making you act so irrationally but that’s what fevers do

“i think i” you sniff and then the waterworks flood out of you. your brain can’t adjust to the severity of your headache and your urge to sleep is higher than ever

honestly you don’t cry very much so to see the tears worries levi almost immediately

“im sorry i misplaced it.” you croak out, your voice is all scaly and weird, you hate it

stupidly you get upset about that too

don’t people sound hot when they’re sick?? why do you sound like an angry bear...?

this is not fair.

“and i’m stressed.” you blow your nose but it continues to drip despite your constant attempts to stop it

nose bright red and hair disheveled levi’s eyes soften when he sees your workbook laying at the foot of your bed

notes are scribbles in random corners and your mind map is a chaotic mess but you’re trying your best given the circumstances

god, even when you’re sick you’re working hard. you’re ridiculous but in the most endearing way known to man

“alright, lay down.” he runs a hand through your hair to fix the birds nest before he adjusts your pillows and places your head down gently

“i’m sorry i’ve lost the-”

levi’s index finger presses against your lips and he shushes you

“get some rest, please.”

you comply but not before giving him a playful glare

his warm palms move to hold your face. cheeks squished together he swipes your tears away

“i’ve got some soup on the stove you’ll be good in no time.” his soft reassurance is comforting and protective

nodding you flutter your eyes shut.

you’re unable to sleep but levi’s presence is enough to ease you even if it’s just a little you do feel better

fifteen minutes pass and levi returns he’s got you a hot cup of tea and the soup is nowhere to be seen

“i had an accident in the kitchen... so have some tea instead.”

you simply laugh it off, he’s trying his best and you’re alright with not having to be fed tomato soup

tomato soup..... it’s sick and twisted it tastes so bad

you recall having to force yourself to down an entire bowl last christmas after catching a cold

never ever again will you do that

anyways, pea soup superiority it’s the only valid type !!!

levi likes tomato soup though that’s the only reason it sits in bulk in one of the kitchen cabinets

he brushes the mountain of tissues on your bedside table away, he’ll dispose of them later

placing the cup of tea where the aforementioned tissues once were you then realize he’s brought you a slice of madeira cake to have alongside it

at this your eyes brighten you love madeira cake it’s so soft and buttery and simple but it’s just REALLY GOOD???

anyway, you definitely recommend everyone to have some it’s a solid 10/10

“picked some up on my way here.”

your heart swells affectionately

no one will ever love you as hard as he does

to be honest, the little things he does keep you grounded and you don’t really know where you’d be without him

he always pays attention to the things you love, always carries you from the couch to your bed, always tucks you in, always lingers a little just to make sure you’re sound asleep

you know about that last bit because on occasion you have stirred awake on accident

every single time he strokes your hair and holds you close ushering you back to sleep

again, you don’t know if it’s your fever making you emotional or the warm feeling of being loved so HARD?? it’s like whack a mole the only difference is being repeatedly hit by bursts of affection

not really a great analogy but your brain is fried right now and it’s the best you’ve got

levi sits next to you making the mattress shift and you then plop your head against his chest

“drink up.”

he hands you the cup of tea but you nuzzle your face into his neck instead forcing him to place it back down

“what are you doing?” he asks.

one of his hands draws circles onto your back soothing you and the other hand is fiddling around with the packaging of your cold meds, he looks to be reading the description just to make sure you can take them

the feeling of his t-shirt under your cheek fades away and you find yourself staring up at him

“get here.” he softly murmurs

rather than pressing a hand against your forehead he swoops down

at first his hands feel your face and neck

“you’re burning up.” he frowns and then he does it

he presses his forehead against yours and you swear you could stop breathing and pass out right then and there

“the fever’s getting worse, why didn’t you call me earlier i had to find out you were sick from-”

“i love you.”

he freezes.

“of course you love me but that’s not what we’re talking about right now.” he snorts and looks you right in the eye.

suddenly you’re kinda just a teeny-weeny bit self-conscious about your dark under eyes but you push that thought to the back of your mind

“no i mean. i really fucking love you levi.” the expletive only makes you sound more serious especially since you always scold him when he uses vulgar language

it looks as if his mouth moves to say it back but you stop him

“you don’t have to say it again. i’m saying it because you said it first.” you explain through your drowsy state

“when did i say it first?”

the fever must be really getting to you is what he’s thinking

“your actions spoke for you.”

he ever so slightly jabs you with his elbow before he carefully places your head back down onto his chest

“you’re so sappy.” he pecks your cheek and you hum silently still unable to breathe out of one of your nostrils

“i know but you’re sappier.”

levi doesn’t respond because he knows you’re correct

:-)

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astro-rain · 3 years

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delicate; b.barnes

chapter nineteen - “tomorrow”

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word count: 2.8k

synopsis: reader is faced with a very distressing ultimatum and has to deal with the consequences.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

authors note: omg pls listen to “water under the bridge” by adele after reading this it’s fits so well

Muted. She felt muted - but not necessarily in a bad way. Everything in her was dialed down and dulled. Over the last couple days, Y/N had toned down her emotions, feeling less. Call it a coping skill. Call it a stress response. Whatever. It wasn't like she was sad about it. In a way, in was comforting - not having some overwhelming internal angst.

It had been a week since that fight she and Bucky got into. The mature part of her was telling her to find him and talk it out like the adults they were. But here's the thing. Over time, before they even had the fight, the number of therapy sessions they were having was less frequent as his treatment was improving. The sessions were more intermittent now, and there wasn't one scheduled for a while. Until then, she felt no desire to talk to him.

Was she mad? Sad? She wasn't sure. She just avoided thinking of things that caused her a considerable amount of distress. At this particular moment in time, Bucky was one of those things. Ergo, she made a constant effort to ignore all thoughts of him.

Though, she somehow couldn't entirely ignore the ever present lack of... Bucky. She had gotten so used to having him close by, used to having someone to talk to, laugh with. His proximity had become a constant. A comfort. She refused to admit to herself that silence didn't feel like silence anymore; it just felt like the absence of his voice.

She found she needed to keep herself busy.

Bucky handled it a bit differently. He had lots of intense emotions but he didn't mute them, per say. He didn't ignore them. He felt them, he definitely felt them. He just kept them bottled up inside and talked about it to no one. It was a very strange change of routine. Whenever he had some sort of emotional turmoil, he would always go to her - therapy session or not - to vent, rant, ask for advice, or just talk through a stream of consciousness. Now he just had to sit with it.

He spent most of his time alone. He missed her.

"Hey Shuri," Y/N greeted as she entered the princess' lab.

"Hello," Shuri smiled. "Come sit."

This wasn't a routine visit. Shuri mentioned wanting to talk about something else this time. Something important. She was reminded of this when she walked in to find two Doras sitting with Shuri at a lab table.

"So," Shuri started, "The trigger word experiment. We're here to discuss safety and security."

Shit. That awful thing. It had slipped her mind these past couple days.

"Alright. What are we thinkin'?"

"Well, the Doras don't think it would be necessary to have two of them there with you, but if you would feel safer with two, then that's fine as well."

"I think one is fine. I trust your judgment," Y/N nodded to the Doras.

And I'm not afraid of Bucky, she thought but didn't say.

"We also have a special location to run the experiment," one of the Doras, Ayo, added. "Away from people and secluded in the case of an emergency."

"Okay. That sounds good."

"We understand Barnes is now equipped with the vibranium arm, yes?" Shuri asked.

"Yes, he is."

"Then you need to know something for the experiment."

Y/N's brows furrowed, confused. Was she missing something?

"There's sort of a fail safe built into the arm," Shuri began.

Fail safe?

"There are a series of pressure points when, if hit correctly, will disengage the arm. It will just drop to the ground. So if anything were to happen-"

"I'm sorry, what?"

The expression on Shuri's face changed immediately when she heard her partner's tone. Y/N looked bewildered and almost in disbelief.

"It's there as a precaution in case Barnes needs to be put in check."

Suddenly, every emotion she had been "muting" rushed back into her head. Every feeling for Bucky returned, as well as her compulsion to protect him.

"Building that into the arm shows a complete lack of trust."

"You know what HYDRA did. It's unpredictable, and I'm sorry but we just can't be sure."

"We need to be careful with this so it doesn't blow up in our faces," Ayo said.

"I understand having that precaution for this test, I do. But it isn't just this test. Given it was successful and everything worked out, he was supposed to keep the arm. Right?"

"Right."

"So we fix the HYDRA programming and he's free, but leave the 'fail safe' in so after all of this, he still has someone in control of him."

"The arm is a gift," Ayo stated. "He should be happy he has it at all."

"I understand that, and believe me, he is so grateful. But a gift is for someone else to keep and use as their own. How are we supposed to help him and work with him for months, building trust and aiding him in healing to just tarnish all of that with deception?"

"It's what's best for the protection of all."

"Even after the experiment if it's successful?" Y/N cried in disbelief. "I should say when it's successful. Shuri, I've been seeing his progress for months and working with you on his neurobiology data. Can't you tell how much skill has been put into this? It's us. It's going to work."

"Even still."

"I can't stand for that. I would understand if it was just for this test, but after? We haven't come this far just to not trust our own work and Bucky's deprogramming. He deserves to have someone on his side."

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but it's already been done. The arm is already built and being used."

"This is the plan," Ayo declared. "Either you are on board, or you are free to leave Wakanda. We can fly you out as soon as tomorrow morning."

"I can't knowingly be a part of this. It's wrong."

"As I said. Free to leave."

She refused to be a willing participant in perpetuating the loss of Bucky's autonomy. He's been through enough, had enough taken from him. She would not play a single role in taking more away.

"I guess I have to go then," she said, standing from her chair.

She couldn't believe the words coming from her own mouth.

Shuri sighed. "That's very unfortunate, my partner. I'm sorry we couldn't agree on this."

"I am, too. But please. Please consider what this will do to him. It's like saying 'even though we've all been working with you, we don't actually believe that you're not still a weapon.' What is he supposed to think of that?"

"Barnes isn't going to have to think anything about it..."

"...because he isn't going to know," Ayo finished the thought.

"No..."

"It's the way it has to be."

"No it's not."

"Y/N..."

She took a couple steps back, preparing to leave the room. "No, I'm sorry. I can't. He needs to know. I'm going to have to tell him."

"I'd advise against it if you care about your job," called an unfamiliar voice.

Y/N turned to the other Dora, whom she didn't know.

"What?"

"What would your employers think if they knew their doctor had certain... inappropriate relations with a patient? And a very infamous one at that."

She froze, face burning. Her stomach dropped and her breathing stopped dead.

Did they-? Who else-? How did they-? What did they-?

She couldn't form a single coherent thought.

"You are more than free to leave quietly, without any worries" said the Dora, "but if Barnes knows about this, you can be sure that the rest of the world will know about you and your... relations."

It was then when she could feel almost every piece of her world come crashing down. She could feel every test she took, every research project she was a part of, every hour she spent studying for the career that took years to build. The thing she was most proud in this world, the part of herself she most loved. She felt the job she loved and all the things she had learned and accomplished begin to crumble around her.

This career... it was her life. It was her passion. It was all she had. Now she was in immediate danger of losing it. All she could process was fear; she shut down.

Finally, she managed words.

"Okay," she conceded, her defeated voice barely above a whisper. "I'll go... quietly. I'm sorry."

With that, she turned around and took the remaining steps out of the now silent room.

- - -

When she was in the hallway, she felt like she was dying. The guilt was overwhelming. How could she betray him like this? She tried to fight for Bucky to get the truth and now she has to hide it from him and leave him. She has to lie to him.

Y/N was still in shock, completely immersed in her own fear. It felt as if she wasn't in her body. She knew she was moving - walking down the hallway. But her body was just on autopilot; she was gone.

She couldn't tell if she was crying but she could feel a twinging in her eyes and a burning in her nose. She was also hardly breathing so if she was crying, it was nearly silent.

In a faraway echo, she thought she heard her own footsteps. She wasn't sure where they were taking her, but she wasn't sure if she cared.

She walked, and she kept on walking for a long time. She could feel the ache in her feet once she sat down in front of the water. She hadn't planned to go to the waterfall - that waterfall... their waterfall. It just sort of happened. Perhaps it was a long enough distance away to feel safe.

She finally let herself think for a moment.

What the fuck had just happened? Her exact fears had come to be. Somehow, someone saw or figured out her and Bucky. It felt worse than she thought it would. Exposed. Embarrassed. Guilty. Humiliated. Distressed.

It was numbing. So numbing that she stared at the little pool and let the white noise of the waterfall clog her ears until she was able to lose track of time.

She had no idea how long it had been when he approached her.

"Y/N!" Bucky's voice called as he jogged over after catching sight of her. "I've been looking for you! Can we please talk?"

His voice snapped her out of it, but her gaze remained fixed on the water in front of her. She wasn't sure what to do, how to engage with him; she froze.

When she didn't even turn her head, Bucky guessed she was still upset with him. He didn't want to be a bother, but he needed to talk to her. He sat down right next to her.

"Okay..." he started, carefully. "I know things aren't great between us right now, but-"

She turned her head to him and the words died in his throat when he saw her face: bloodshot, puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. He forgot whatever he was going to say, cupping both sides of her face.

"Oh my god, what happened!? A-Are you alright?"

The cool metal of his hand on her cheek made her want to scream, reminding her of what she could not tell him. Reminding her of the searing guilt. Trembling hands reached up to touch his arms. And then he saw the quiver in her lip.

"Oh, honey," he cooed, worried. "Hey... Hey, talk to me. Talk to me, what's wrong?"

He was so concerned and so sweet even after they had a huge blowout. If possible, it made her feel even worse. She didn't deserve his kindness anymore. She just stared into him with the saddest eyes he'd ever seen.

Bucky had never seen her like this and he was scared. Was it because of him and their fight? He supposed so. What else could it have been?

"I'm so sorry, please don't cry," he caressed the back of her head with one hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of what I said, I was just mad. You were right. I feel awful, I had no idea it upset you this much."

Their fight was the very last thing on her mind. Looking back on it, it seemed like such a trivial thing compared to now. But he thought this was his fault. She wanted to break into a million tiny pieces and let the wind blow her away.

She shook her head. "Bucky, no. It's not that. It's not you."

He looked so confused. She felt so bad.

"Then what... what's wrong?"

"I'm leaving."

Bucky leaned back, perplexed, and his hands slid down to rest on her forearms. "Leaving? You're leaving Wakanda?"

She nodded. "I'm sorry."

"No, no, hey- You don't have to leave. We can figure something out. We were too risky, you were right. I understand that now. We don't have to do that anymore. We can make sure that we're always completely in private from here on out."

She shook her head, staring down at the grass below her. "I'm sorry, I can't... I can't do that. I have to leave."

She could barely look him in the face.

"You don't, it's okay," he implored. "I know it worried you, but it really only was Steve. And I know, I know it could have been anyone and I get that. I thought about it, and I get it. We don't ever have to... sleep together... again. We won't be distracted, and-and we'll be careful."

She clenched her eyes shut, trying not to let her burning eyes release more tears. It didn't work.

"Bucky..."

"Baby doll please," his voice cracked while he tipped her chin up to meet her eyes again. "We can just-... we can just go back to the way it was before. In the very beginning. We can- we'll only see each other in sessions, we don't-... No more lake trips or all-nighters or anything just-"

He sharply inhaled, beginning to ramble as his breath became unsteady.

His voice shook just slightly. "You can barely even talk to me if you don't want to- just please don't go..."

She thought a part of her cracked and died at that moment. She sprung forward and held him as tight as she could. Instinctively one of Bucky's arms was around her back and the other cradled the back of her head.

She thought maybe if she held tight enough, she could keep them together and she wouldn't have to leave him there alone. Of course he would be fine, but he would spend the rest of his time feeling like it was his fault that she had gone.

She couldn't let him think this was his fault.

"Buck, I don't wanna leave you. But I have to do what's best for the both of us. You'll be just fine without me. I promise."

He didn't think so.

"I'm putting your treatment and my career in jeopardy if I stay," she continued. "I just don't want anything bad to happen to either of us. I'm sorry if you hate this and I'm sorry if you hate me for doing it."

He mumbled something in the crook of her neck, but she couldn't hear it. She pulled back from the embrace.

"What?"

"I could never hate you."

Despite the fact that she was so internally distraught, despite what happened with Shuri and the Doras, with having to tell Bucky she was going to leave him, with having to watch him beg her to stay, despite the extreme dread and guilt within her, she still looked at him and felt so much love.

She was doing the very thing he feared and all he could do was care for her.

"God, I'm gonna miss you," she breathed before grasping his jaw, and pulling his head to hers.

Bucky tasted salt and he couldn't tell if it was his or her tears mixing into their lips.

As much as he wanted her to stay, he could sense how serious she was about this. He wouldn't be able to convince her to stay even if he tried. And he already did.

He could only soak up as much of her as he could before she left, and be with her until she had to go. He had no idea how much time he had. Wait-

"When are you leaving?" he broke the kiss as soon as the thought arose.

She was silent for a moment when another tear dripped down her face. "Tomorrow."

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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 2 years

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Blame All-For-Shit

Blame All-For-Shit by XiaoWannabe

Words: 1428, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37926127

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♦#Erasermic·#Izuku Midoriya #Yagi Toshinori #Nedzu #R:T #A:Xiao #Quirkless AU #Dadzawa #Dad Mic #Dad Might #Ghost AU

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vickyskpopkingdom · 3 years

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Baekhyun :: working blues

request: Hii! Im rlly into baekhyun's new album rn and i was hoping u could write a fluff where ur just having a rough day and he sings u to sleep pls!! Rlly like ur fluff writes btw 💕💕

thank you so much for your kind words! i haven't written about exo in a long, long time but i hope that you still like what i came up with!

warnings: overworking, stress

1.8k words, gn reader

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Sometimes you felt like the world was collapsing on you. The weight on your shoulders got too heavy at times and you were just tired. So tired, so tired. Today was one of those days.

The work you had to do didn't seem to end. At this point you couldn't even count how many e-mails you had answered, how many texts you have read, how many calls you made and how many words you have written. Your eyes were so tired they started to water at the sight of the bright screen of your laptop in front of you. When had it become so dark around you? Hasn't it been noon just a few minutes ago?

A quick glance through your bedroom window and towards the clock on your wall told you something different. It was already eight p.m., the streetlamp outside your window was the only source of light right now other than your laptop. With a sigh you leaned back into your chair and tried stretching your arms as well as your neck and legs. Every joint in your body seemed to make a protesting cracking noise and as you tried to massage your neck, your muscles burned with protest.

You sighed again. Maybe you really should invest in one of those fancy office chairs that claimed to be a blessing for your whole body. At the thought of the price however you shook that thought out of your head.

Standing up you got through another round of stretching your whole body and decided to check out the kitchen for food. It only hit you as the dim light of the fridge illuminated your face that you were supposed to go grocery shopping today. Empty shelves greeted you back and your stomach grumbled angrily.

You tried hard not to scream out of frustation. Nothing wanted to work your way these days and you were honestly so tired of it. For some time you were able to tell yourself that everything would work out and that you would find your working blues again but that was yet to happen. Quietly you closed the fridge door again, sliding down against it to the floor.

The project you had been assigned at the start of last week was way more complicated than you had anticipated, the sources you were thinking of using turned out to be a scam. Adding to that the promotion you had been so sure of getting had been given to someone else and while you could understand that they deserved it, you were sure that you would have deserved it as well. Not only was your fridge emtpty but you had been neglecting your healthy eating habits for quite some time now, which only frustated you more.

And today all of these things seemed to add up all at once, crushing you under their weight.

When was the last time you really had a good nights sleep? You had worked late and gotten up early, eating only bits and pieces of instant food, sitting at your desk all day and falling into bed only to repeat the same cycle over and over again. Right now you were fighting to keep the tears at bay but the merry-go-round in your head kept spinning, piling up more and more worries.

When was the last time you had seen your friends? When was the last time you even properly talked to them? You were always telling them that you were busy with work when they asked to hang out. They never pressured you to still come with them but you knew that they would love to see you again even for a few hours. Yet you still could not get yourself to take their invitations, the thought of your unfinished project sitting in the back of your head constantly.

When was the last time your boyfriend--?

Just as the tears started flowing down your face the doorbell rang. Its sound surprised you so much that you jumped up, your heart beating fast. The clock in your kitchen read nine p.m. One hour went by while you were staring holes in the walls and drowned in your thoughts.

You couldn't really think of a reason why someone would visit you this late, on a weekday nonetheless. But not answering the door wasn't an option either, you would just start to worry about 'what-ifs'. So you decided to take a peak through the peephole in your door.

Your heart picked up its pace at you saw a familiar face illuminated by the light of a smartphone-screen, lookin worried and confused. Fumbling with your keys you opened the door and the person looked up from their phone.

"Hey Bambi, are you okay?"

Baekhyuns voice filled your ears as soon as he looked into your face. He eyed you up and down, making sure you were alright. "I texted and tried to call you for at least two hours now. There was no reaction from you whatsoever."

As you allowed him to step into your home, you sighed. "Sorry, I threw my phone across the room at one point and didn't pick it up again."

Your boyfriend chuckled as he got rid of his shoes and coat, placing both neatly onto their usual spots in the entrance of your flat. Just the sight of him, doing everyday things, smiling, talking was an instant boost for your mood. Now that he was here you fully realized just how much you had missed his presence.

"Why would you throw your phone?", Baekhyun questioned.

You made a dismissive move with your hand, not wanting to talk about the infuriating call you had to make a few hours ago. "I was frustrated", you only said.

Together you and Baekhyun made your way towards your bedroom. Just as you stepped into the room and turned on the lights you remembered the state you left your working place in. But it was too late to make him turn around now. Quickly you tried to tidy up the place a little bit, hiding the traces of your overworking as Baekhyun cleared his throat to gain your attention.

"Are you drowning yourself in work again?"

You stopped dead in your tracks. This wasn't the first time he had seen you piling up work on your shoulders and ending up being unable to do anything else. Back then you had promised him to take better care of yourself or at least take real breaks once in a while to catch a breath.

"Maybe...."

Now it was Baekhyuns turn to sigh. "Did you eat today? And before you answer i mean 'eat a proper meal'."

Picking up your phone from the floor you sat yourself down on the bed. "No, not really. It's just this project..."

Baekhyun shook his head at you, but you still noticed the small smile on his face. "You are such a hard-working person. But you need to allow yourself some time to breathe, you know?"

His voice was calm, sounding like music to your ears. Even after all this time you had been in a relationship with him you were still surprised by how easily he could make you relax.

"Yes, I know."

"And since I am such a caring and awesome boyfriend", he said, rustling with a plastic bag you only now noticed in his hands, "I brought you some food."

As you looked into his smiling face you couldn't help but ask yourself how you got so lucky.

The meal was good, it was your favorite and having Baekhyun by your side made you feel even more grounded. It almost felt like you gained new energy after a week of complete exhaustion and constant worrying. While you were eating the both of you talked about everything and nothing, catching up, telling stories and sharing your newest netflix suggestions.

The evening proceeded and your eyes landed on the clock again. It was late, if you were still caught up in your workaholic-lifestyle you would have already been asleep right now. However surprisingly you currently were not even close to worrying about getting up the next morning. What bothered you most right now was that this evening would end and eventually you would have to go to sleep an wake up in the morning, getting back to your work.

Baekhyun seemed to notice the frown on your face sooner than you could hide it again. "What's wrong?"

You shrugged. "This is nice, simply being together with you. But you probably have to leave soon and then tomorrow I have to work on this stupid project again."

"I can stay the night, if you want me to of course."

"I didn't want to pressure you into--"

"You didn't", he interrupted you, before you could end the sentence and feel like you made him stay against his will, "I actually wanted to ask if I could stay anyways. Tomorrow is one of my free days. I could even keep you company while you work."

Your chest felt warm at his words. "I would love that."

Soon you two found yourselves back in your bed, bodies entangled with each other, quiet breaths sounding through the room. You could feel your eyelids growing heavy, but as soon as you closed your eyes all you could think of was the next morning, the project, the unanswered emails, the calls.

"Still can't calm down, Bambi?", Baekhyun whispered in your ear, while slowly stroking your hair.

With closed eyes you shook your head. "I can't take my mind off of work."

The next thing you heard was quiet humming coming from Baekhyun. You could feel the vibration of his vocal chords against your own body. His voice really was a blessing for everyones ears, he could carry emotions through singing that you weren't even able to put into words. His songs made you happy, they made you cry occasionally, they made you feel calm or made you miss something you didn't even knew existed. It was a gift.

His humming transformed into words, calmly sang into the otherwise dark and quiet room.

It's a night filled with a single stream of light

You're my timely rain, Bambi

I don't want to waste even a second of this night just

being the two of us

As you listened to his singing, you could finally feel your muscles relaxing, your brain calming down and your whole body drifting towards sleep. There were no worrysome thoughts turning your mind upside down anymore, there was only Baekhyun and his voice filling your head with images of your favorite places, your favorite memories and him. The warmth of his body under the blankets made you feel safe, at home. This was were you belonged.

And while Baekhyun continued with the song you fell into a deep sleep, one that you deserved after all the work you had done. You already knew that you found your blues again. Everything would work out again, just like you had always thought yourself. And all you had needed was just a small push in the right direction from the right person.

I don't want to wake up from this dream, keep this tempo

I hope the sun doesn't rise while I keep my eyes closed

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I really hope you enjoyed this one! It was nice to write something again but I do feel like i am a little bit out of training i guess haha

and also if you feel like the reader in this scenario, please remember that there will be better days & that life is more than working day to day! take a break, make some tea, get some fresh air and get back to your work with a fresh mind; you can do it!!

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