#and affirming that no they are not in fact A burden

[ardentem-iustitia]

waiter waiter!!! more character feeling like they're just a burden to those around them and overworking themself to the point of exhaustion to prove their worth not just to others but themselves please!!!!

[nyxi-pixie]

'you will scar but the wound will heal' vs 'you will have a scar, but it will be easily hidden' is CRAZY work actually

[borderlinereminders]

If you’re someone who needs reassurance from loved ones that they love you, that’s really valid. But the way you ask for it matters. Hinting at it with comments like “nobody loves me” can actually be hurtful to your loved ones. It’s also a good idea to try and reassure yourself first!

The truth is that for a lot of people, giving reassurance constantly is exhausting. It can lead to issues in a relationship over time, and negative feelings on both sides because they may end up avoiding the other person. This is especially true if someone doesn't ask for reassurance directly but hints at it with things like "No one cares about me."

My advice is if you are finding yourself struggling is to first try and self soothe either with skills or things that have helped in the past. Here is my post on self-soothing ideas! And if that doesn’t work, then ask for it in a healthy way.

Some other examples.

Keep screenshots, letters, cards etc that affirm you are cared about by your loved ones. You can even ask someone to give you a recording of them saying it that you can listen to. Bonus: Keep these things in a self-care box that you can use in times of crisis and pull out that has other things in like affirmation cards, favourite treats, self care items, etc.

Examine the evidence. By this I mean try and keep a list of things they've done to show they care about you. For example, I have a list of things my partner has done for me besides saying "I love you" of both big things and little things that I can read when my brain decides to be rude to me and make me doubt he cares.

If the other person has done something specifically to make you feel they don't care, it's important to step back and look at the situation and check the facts. There's a difference between someone lying to you or doing something intentional and someone not replying to you because they got busy. Here’s my post on checking the facts!

Here’s a post on Challenging Irrational Thoughts!

ACCEPTS is a really good skill for distractions! Here's a post on it.

TIPP is a good skill if you are needing to calm down in immediate crisis. Here's a post on it.

If you're having urges to accuse your loved one of not caring, consider Urge Surfing (here's a post on it) and then using a skill or plan that helps you.

If you aren't able to self-soothe that's so valid! It really is. I recommend trying it because sometimes you will be able to. But then sometimes you won't be able to and that's okay. In this case, if you need to get it from someone, ask directly for it instead of doing it in a guilting/passive aggressive/hinting way. You might say "Hey. I know you care about me, but my brain is being rude. Can you please give me some reassurance?" instead of "Sorry I'm such a bad friend/person/burden/etc".

It might also be worth having a conversation when calm with the other person to establish some boundaries and ideas for communication.

For example, if your friend regularly feels drained by you asking for reassurance, they could set boundaries on how often they're okay for you to ask for it.

You both might decide that they will try and message you randomly to offer reassurance because it can mean a lot when that happens.

This might be where they send you messages/recordings/etc that you can read in times of need.

If the friend is doing something specifically, even unintentionally, that makes you question things then it's really valid to have a discussion about it! I recommend using some I-Statements or other communicative skills to talk about it. Even if they aren't doing something wrong, it's still valid to talk about your feelings and see if you can come up with a solution. For example, maybe it's really hard on you that they disappear randomly for a couple days when their energy levels plummet. And this causes you to spiral and think they're ghosting you or etc. In this situation, maybe you and your friend come up with a solution where you establish a single emoji (specific for this purpose) that the friend can send with low energy that says "Hey. It's not you but I'm feeling drained and need to not reply for a bit."

[chaaistained]

loa is your best friend, not your crush

tldr: stop seeking loa’s validation, trust in your friendship and the love you share

so we’re gonna need a bit of backstory for everyone as to how i reached this epiphany which i could only articulate this well thanks to @faeriemarie letting me ramble on discord thnx bby

anyway, backstory :

i have a wonderful best friend from high school and she is someone that i’ve scripted into many realities (she’s one of the members in my kpop girl group dr, i love her sm). but in my cr, as can be expected, life hasn’t been easy and we hadn’t talked for quite a while.

sometimes i’d remember her with so much warmth and fondness and reminisce in the times we’d shared, the love that was so real and so precious to me, the way i’d literally see her five days out of the week and still never feel tired of her presence because at a time where i was struggling (high school) she got me like no one else did

and afterwards, after losing so much time to life and university and careers and new friendships, most of which could never even hope to reach her level, i was pleasantly surprised when she reached out to me.

two text messages later and we’d slipped back into the same energy that we’d always shared, like nothing had changed, because nothing had changed

we very quickly organised a lunch, no fuss no rescheduling, nothing blocking our paths back to each other and right now, as i type this, i’m cuddled under a blanket after a lovely meal with her and a warmth in my soul.

because she single-handedly changed the way i view loa

something about me and her — in my eyes she was always perfection and me being the anxious fool that i am, sometimes i’d spiral and convince myself that i’m not worthy of being her friend

today, at lunch, sitting right across from me, she burned those burdens and alleviated each and every facet of fear i had about it, about us.

she said “you mean so much to me, i value us and our friendship so much. i know that we go a long time without speaking and i really miss you but at the same time, i just know that i can reach out whenever, for anything, and you’ll be there for me. because you’re so genuine and so authentic. this kind of friendship is something i’ll always cherish”.

aside from the fact that i’m getting teary eyed as i remember her words, i have a point with all of this rambling and exposition — as soon as she said this and helped me rid myself of all that stress, it felt like i’d just slipped into my better cr

a reality where i’ve always scripted this kind of energy, this kind of vibe, with her

at that moment, shifting wasn’t on my mind bcs i felt like i’d achieved it ?? i felt like i was there, in my better cr, getting lunch with one of my most cherished friends, just like those scenarios i’ve scripted

and her and i have even planned another meet up pretty soon with our extended group and i cannot explain how refreshing it is to feel zero social anxiety about this plan

usually i’d have inklings of fear and doubt but right now? nothing !! absolutely nothing

i am so at peace and i haven’t felt this way about a friendship in so long ???

having lunch with her and speaking with her affirmed to me that my fears of losing our friendship were unfounded, because how can you lose something so genuine and so real?

i’ve finally learned to trust in our friendship and the love we share and dismiss my irrational fears that are baseless and are a result of my own overthinking

i don’t think you guys understand how incredible this is for me because i am without a doubt one of the most anxious people in existence it is disgustingly debilitating

but i’ve won this battle and there are gonna be more battles that i’m gonna win (anxiety-wise ahdhdhsh)

and i know i’m gonna win those because meeting up with her affirmed me of my own capabilities and my own manifestations

i’ve learned to dismiss unfounded fear and trust in my friendship with this person

why don’t we think the same way about loa???

we need to trust in your friendship with loa, one of the most genuine friendships you can ever have

the universe can throw as much at you as it wants but loa always has your back

we need to stop thinking of loa as this unresponsive crush, always seeking its validation, in need of constant attention and interaction and hoping to “run into them” to “share a moment”

stop. stand up.

loa is not your crush, for fuck’s sake, loa is your life long soulmate friendship

a friend like loa? you don’t need to talk to them 24/7 to know they love you and value you and care about you and will provide for you

that’s what loa should be, a true genuine friend who you can hit up for whatever you want (manifestation) and they’ll follow through (materialisation)

[trampleddoves]

bad idea right

Holiday break with your new stepfamily gets more interesting when you catch your stepbrother's lingering glances.

Pairing: afab!reader x stepbrother!Spencer Content: angst + slight smut, 2.7k words, DDDNE, no kinks, but Spencer is your stepbrother (set just before-s1), reader is a college graduate and mentioned to wear dresses and makeup, reader gets tipsy, complicated family dynamics and unhealthy coping mechanisms, making out, dry humping.  Notes: MDNI. I do not condone the choices of the characters, this request truthfully just brought to me a fully-fledged idea that I could not ignore. Once again, scroll away if this isn’t your cup of tea. Title is indeed from the Olivia Rodrigo song, which I extensively listened to while I wrote. This isn’t even that smutty, but I really enjoyed exploring ideas of resentment simmering beneath the surface. I suppose this affirms a previous anon who accused me of being a freak—evidently. Of the highest order. Welcome. I bear cookies and milk. They’re poisoned.

Winter break. The chill wraps around the air like an overbearing mother—inescapable, looming in corners you wouldn’t suspect—although Spencer Reid wouldn’t know what having an overbearing mother entails. Diana Reid had never been overbearing even in her lucidity but the comparison seems apt. A certain foreboding attitude hangs over the house. Gathering here, with his father’s new family, a measly, pathetic attempt to be closer. 

He’s never particularly gone through the usual sulking phase of adolescence. Too busy growing up, being good, working hard to hide how he’s splintering at every corner—a young boy burdened by the weight of his genius and a mother absent from reality. A life without the support of a father. 

A father who is now desperately trying to reconnect, accepting him—forcibly, under the guise of love—into the fold of his new family. It’s all so performative, but then again Spencer knows all about performative. Having spent years trying to seem okay, like his mother isn’t rapidly deteriorating, hiding the fact that she’s unfit to be his guardian behind clean, well ironed clothes and his remarkable academic performance. His entire life is a laughable farce, so he sees through everything—the perfect spread of Christmas dinner, being forced to open presents in the morning together—they’re all facades precariously balanced on everyone’s cooperation. 

He'd played the part, baring his teeth as a way of smiling—he's never quite properly learned how to smile, having little cause for the action—posing for pictures, thanking his new stepmother for the new copy of Foucault’s Madness and Civilization. 

It’s a good gift, even though he’s already read the material. Shows that she made an attempt to know about him. Spencer could admit that the woman is kind, thoughtful, stable, he could see how his father would fall in love with her. But there's the underlying implication—she's nothing like Diana Reid. 

He decides he hates her the day after Christmas. He decides William Reid doesn't deserve her either. 

It feels like now he’s getting his life’s worth of teenage angst. After Christmas is over, he locks himself away, talking only when talked to. His father and stepmother are gone today, attending a fancy brunch with their shiny new friends, so Spencer ventures out of his room cautiously. His quiet footsteps are simply manifestations of his unease. Trying to create the least amount of noise, take up the smallest space. He does not feel welcome here, and he doesn’t want to.

Winter break. The chill insists upon invading the house, despite the heater. 

Yet you’re standing in the kitchen, stirring a bowl of cereal in nothing but a slinky, emerald green slip. 

You. The most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

His stepsister. 

He pauses at the doorway, mouth dry, eyes trained on the way the fabric falls over your body, reflective silk casting shadows and highlights and making every single curve seem so supple and soft and oh so tempting.

He clears his throat. “Good morning.”

“Hey,” you look over your shoulder to regard him. He’s found that you’re even more displeased by this arrangement, this quick merging of two families. Traditional holiday festivities ring hollow now, obviously ornamental to make the marriage seem less dismal. Your way of showing your displeasure is the exact opposite of his. Instead of holing up in your room, you’re always outside if you can help it. He’s not sure where, but it’s obvious that neither of you are happy.

He stands awkwardly, unsure of what to say. He’s finally reached a point where college graduates are age appropriate enough to be considered his peers. No longer the youngest person in the room. But at this point, his social grace is completely in reverse to his intellect. That is, nearing zero. He has no idea how to talk to you.

“I’m gonna meet a couple of friends for lunch,” you say, lifting the spoon to your mouth. His gaze follows, before he finds clarity and looks down.

“That’s good,” he mumbles, walking to the fridge and finding the milk carton.

“You wanna come?”

“Not really.”

He sees you shrug from the corner of his eye. Part of him wants to retract his rejection, but you’re already rinsing your bowl. Soon you’ll flounce off, and he’ll be alone. Good, he decides. It’s better off like this, holding you at a distance. He doesn’t need more fuel to add to his inappropriate attraction to you.

Leave it to him to mess this up. He doesn’t even want this new family—he’d much rather spend Christmas in Nevada. A small room he rents near Diana’s sanitarium, so he could spend time with her whenever he can. Still, he can’t believe he’s committing to this cliche. Nerdy step brother ogling his beautiful step sister. It’s as if he carries some permanent malady, inflicting it upon everything he touches.

“I’ll see you later then, Spencer.” your touch on his arm makes him flinch. 

He ducks and nods, hiding away from the odd look he’s sure you’re giving him. A look everyone gives him, even his mentor, the only man who could ever keep up with him. Weakly, he answers, “Yeah. Later.”

Later turns out to be way past dinner; Spencer is alone for far longer than he anticipated. His father and stepmother return around dinnertime, the woman drunk and stumbling about. William Reid pats his son on the shoulder, before quickly retiring to the master’s bedroom, “We’re both exhausted, Spencer. Make sure your sister gets home at a reasonable hour.”

What constitutes reasonable? He’d never gone out and partied when he was studying—or after, if he’s being completely honest. Still, he nods at his father, deciding there’s really no harm waiting up for you. 

It is quiet when you stumble into the house, but there’s a light in the kitchen that makes your heart rate spike. Your mother? William? Are you in trouble for staying out? Can you even get in trouble when you’re an adult? What are the rules for adults still living with their parents? You’re unsure. There’s no curfew, but the presence of the light reminds you all too well of past conversations when your mother had caught you sneaking back in.

It’s easy to regress back into the habits from your earlier years when you’re around her. Locked in this perpetual dynamic of mother and child—mother and daughter, which is arguably even worse—where you’re meant to forever stay young, her baby as she likes to say, with a beaming smile as if that would soothe the sting of having to move back home after college. 

Tail tucked between your legs, accepting defeat. You had plans of making it in a big city—didn’t everyone? But money and luck and a whole other host of factors are not on your side, so you’d begrudgingly accepted her offer. Come live with me until you get your feet solidly planted on the ground, she had said. Conveniently leaving out the part where she remarried. But you didn’t want to be homeless, so you had smiled through gritted teeth and moved back in, accepting William Reid as your new stepfather, as if your old, real father wasn't buried six feet down the ground only eight months ago.

It’s his son now that’s waiting in the kitchen. Spencer. Scrawny, bug eyed. Your mother had gushed about him in the past few weeks—apparently, he’s finished three PhDs., and is being considered for the FBI even though he’s technically too young to even apply. He’d never be like you, struggling to get past the first interview. No, he’s too brilliant for that.

He looks up from his book as you pad through the halls. Dim light softens the gaunt angles of his face, making him almost handsome. He smiles, and the illusion is gone, replaced by the reality of what he is: a boy still fumbling about how to be a man. 

“You’re back,” his voice is soft as he closes the book—some Italian writer you remember reading for a literature class.

You walk past him, grabbing a glass. “Yeah. Why are you still up?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he says, training his eyes on the floor, but not before you catch his gaze lingering at your bare legs. “It’s so quiet around here.”

Right. He still lives in the city where, even in the dead of night, there’s an undercurrent of sound. Still accustomed to the slight hum, the pulse that lets you know there are other people awake around you, doing night shifts, or partying, or making love. Here in the quiet suburbs, with the strict homeowner’s association, a car revving down the street would be the cause for a noise complaint.

“Hm,” you gulp your water, “Should’ve come with me.”

“I didn’t want to intrude on you and your friends.” he replies, eyes flickering back to you. Clear amber, even in the dim light, “I hope you had fun, though.”

Try as you might, you can’t hate the guy. He’s much too earnest, too bumbling to ever be of any real danger. Besides, he’s stuck here just as much as you are, into this stupid tableau of family values your parents have forced upon you. Your resentment would only be wasted on him, especially since his resentment is just as obvious.

So you flash him a smile, lips reflective and mimicking wetness thanks to the lipgloss, “I did, thanks. How’s your book?”

He doesn’t answer right away, eyes trained on your mouth. 

“Spencer?”

“Oh, it’s good,” he turns his gaze back to his copy, old and worn, with papers sticking out of them, “I’ve read it before, I’m just reading through my annotations.”

“Ah,” you nod. Of course he’s the type to annotate. And reread said annotations. You walk closer, leaning against the table beside him. The way his eyes dart down your bare legs, not in full display, within touching distance, fills your mind with dangerous thoughts. So you steer the conversation that way, pressing his buttons ever so slightly, “Sorry you’re stuck here by the way. Could’ve been out getting laid at D.C.”

He shakes his head, a self deprecating smirk tilting at his lips. “I’m not—that’s not really my thing.”

“No?”

“Girls don’t really find me appealing.” he mumbles, risking another glance at your legs. You wait for the usual self pitying speech, the one with underlying anger and misogyny, but it doesn’t come. He simply looks wistful.

You find yourself filled with genuine intrigue, “No?” 

It’s interesting how the same word could carry such a different meaning with the slightest shift in inflection. Spencer seems to pick up on the softness of your voice.

“No, I don’t really—I spend most of my time reading.” he tells you.

“Well, maybe if you didn’t spend your time holed up in isolation,” your finger touches his chin, tilting it up to meet you. A strange sense of power fills your stomach as you watch his pupils dilate. “You’d find someone.”

You have a plethora of fucked up things upon which you can place the blame for why you do the next thing—your life not going the way you want it, the growing resentment for this entire holiday, your alcohol addled state of mind. That’s a problem you’ll figure out in the morning. Right now, you’re leaning in to kiss him. Your lips are sticky against his dry ones, palms cupping his jaw as you move your lips gently.

For a moment, you’re afraid you’ve misread the signals—he’s rigid, as though frozen by the permeating frigidity of the house. You consider pulling away, but then he is kissing you back. Slowly, at first, matching your pace, but then your tongue darts out to drag across the seam of his lips, mouth parting, and suddenly he’s moving with desperation. Kissing you as if he intends to meld your mouths together, making the prettiest little noises from the back of his throat.

There’s little time to think, not when there’s so much resentment and frustrations pouring out of both of you and into the kiss. He’s trying to keep up with your anger, but inexperience makes him uncoordinated. It’s sloppy and just on the edge of painful, clashing teeth and tongues poking harshly into crevices, not with the intention to explore but to take. 

When you tug at his pants, he pulls back, holding onto your hips like you’re some sort of lifeline. “W-we shouldn’t,” he pants.

“No?” you press your palm on his crotch, raising a brow at the obvious erection hiding beneath the fabric. 

He moans, eyes squeezing shut. “This is wrong, you’re drunk and—and my step sister.”

“I’m not drunk,” you mumble, moving to straddle his lap, dress hiking up to your hips and giving him a full view of your legs. Your cunt goes directly over his crotch. Only a few scraps of fabric separate you, and the thought makes you moan, makes you nip at his lower lip. He stiffens in response, face bright red.

“At least deny the step sister part,” he complains, resting his forehead against yours.

You don’t have anything to counter it, at least not with words, so instead you move your hips over the spot where you’ve settled. A moan trembles from his lips as you grind on his crotch, seeking friction from the growing bulge. You swallow the sound with another kiss, and this time he doesn’t fight it. 

“It doesn’t count,” you say in between kisses, hands tangling in his hair, “If we don’t actually fuck.”

He laughs, breathless and disbelieving, his breath warm on the skin of your jaw where he’s begun trailing kisses. “That makes absolutely no sense.”

“Yes, it does.” you insist, grinding your hips on his crotch, moaning as the thin lace of your panties grow soaked with your arousal, making the friction feel that much sweeter. “Makes perfect sense. Perfectly logical. It’s just masturbating then.”

Spencer is whimpering into your neck, large hands holding your waist to keep you balanced on his lap. “That’s still wrong.”

“Oh please, don’t act like you haven’t been jerking off to the thought of me.” That’s a risky sentence; you’re not actually sure. But with the way his hips jerk up into you, you realize he has done it. Lowering your voice, you lean in and bite his ear, rocking your hips into a rhythm that mimics the movements of sex. “You have, haven’t you? That’s why you spend all that time alone in your room?”

“I—fuck,” he groans, nails digging into your hips as he ruts his hips up to match you, “Yes. Yes, yes, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Spencer.” you moan, arms wrapping around his neck. “God, this feels so good.” Pleasure courses through your veins, heightened by the alcohol and the fact that neither of you shouldn’t be doing this. Beneath you, the chair he’s sitting on scrapes on the kitchen floor, creaking slightly from your rocking bodies.

“Yeah,” he groans, teeth clamping around the sensitive part of your throat. You hiss at the sting, grinding down on his erection harder, an action that sends his body into a fit of tremors, stiffening and then shuddering as he muffles his moans against your skin.

He’s coming, you realize, and the fact makes you go harder, eager to chase your own orgasm. His length is still rock hard, easy to rub your sensitive clit on it to find stimulation, and soon, you’re quivering on top of him as the pleasure finally snaps and overtakes your body.

He holds you tightly to him, arms around your waist as you try to regain your breaths. “W-we can’t do this again.” he whispers, voice hoarse, arms trembling despite their tight grip on you.

“Right,” you murmur, gingerly climbing off his lap, “Just this once, never again.” 

His arms linger, wanting to keep you against him longer despite every brain cell yelling at him about goodness and morality and legal complexities. Reluctantly, he lets go.

You regard him, strangely sober after such a high. Cheeks flushed, a stain at his crotch, the very picture of ruin. With a smile, you bend down and kiss the corner of his mouth. “Keep this between us?”

“Of course.”

You make two promises that night. Only one of them is kept.

[agreeewrites]

CONGRATS ON HITTING 1K, you deserve all the love you're getting and more <3333 for your celebration could i get a thousand stitches with bill? Your writing of him has been completely brilliant, i love the way you characterise him <333

hi my darling!!! thank you much!! I'm so grateful you're here and I hope you enjoy 🫶

1000 stitches | B.W.

feat. Bill Weasley x reader

cw: MDNI 18+, injuries and blood, near-death experience, early stages of werewolf!Bill , love confessions

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The sun crested the horizon, shades of violet, clementine, and rose, and still, Bill and the others hadn't returned from Hogwarts.

The full moon lingered at the edge of the sky, obstinate in its refusal to dip below the trees. You'd begged Bill not to go out while the moon hung bloated in the sky, an unusual, ominous shade of red.

But he'd gone anyways. Which was fair, you supposed; he wasn't yours to order about. You weren't a couple, despite the simmering tension between you, heightened by the deep connection you’d forged through over a decade of friendship and work and suffering and joy.

You'd loved him all your life, and he wouldn't be Bill Weasley, the man that held your heart hostage, if he didn't plunge headlong into danger, especially where his family was concerned.

Always eager for the hunt.

It was Harry, Lupin, and Tonks that arrived back first, bloodied and beaten, singed by the glancing blow of curses.

Molly ran out to them, screaming for her children, but Remus was quick to assuage her.

“They're right behind us—Molly, you must—Molly listen to me,” Remus snapped, shaking her gently. “Ron and Ginny are fine, but Bill—Greyback got a hold of him.”

You clutched the rusted porch railing of the safe house, limbs going numb as the blood drained from your brain.

“He's alive, but barely,” Remus continued, keeping Molly upright by sheer force of will. “And we don't know if he was—”

“Bitten,” you finished, your voice little more than a whimper. Remus looked up at you, nodding solemnly.

He looked like he was going to say something further, when the others suddenly apparated into the clearing. Ginny ran straight into the house, shouting for the medic assigned to the safe house. Ron and Neville held a body between them, the figure limp as a freshly killed stag and twice as bloody.

Bill.

Your ears began to ring, a monotonous, consuming sound, drowning out all of the shouting. You couldn't breathe.

Was he breathing?

You took a sip of air, lungs burning. You'd breathe for him.

Remus grabbed hold of Molly, keeping her out of the way as they carried Bill into the house. Up the stairs and towards you, five steps away, three, one—Ron caught your eye as they passed, looking for too guilty for a boy of only 18, but he quickly looked away, struggling under the weight of his much larger brother.

More members of the Order ran out to help carry him, relieving the boys of the burden, and you could only stand there, staring down at the twin smears of blood where Bill's feet had dragged across the threshold. Staining the stone forever.

Tonks was speaking to you, her hands on your shoulders, but you couldn't hear her, could only stare at the red, red, so much red. Too much red. How could he have anything left?

“We need more hands!” You heard someone call, the words filtering in through the din in your mind.

Hands, hands. You had hands, you could help.

“Tonks—”

“I don't think that's a good idea—”

“We don't have a choice,” Remus said, gently nudging Tonks aside and cupping your face. You forced your eyes to focus on his forehead, his crooked nose, his scars, his eyes. “Can you do this?” Remus asked.

“I-I can,” you affirmed, your voice sounding far away. Like someone else had spoken through your mouth.

“Good, let's go.”

It took more than five hours to stitch all of Bill's wounds. He'd been savaged, butchered, by Greyback. Almost unrecognizable under the swelling and bruising and gore.

The fact that he survived was nothing short of a miracle.

No one was sure if he'd been bitten. There was one wound on his right thigh that looked suspicious to Remus, but Bill was in too fragile a state for them to test anything.

So you waited, and waited, and waited. Four days of burning fever. Four days of changing head-to-toe bandages. Four days of ladling broth between his chapped lips. Four days of praying to anyone that would listen to spare him. To bring him back to you.

You knew he'd be different, no one suffered an attack like that and remained the same, but you knew that you'd love him anyways. The scars on his skin would pale in comparison to the scars left on his psyche, and you would find whatever strength you needed to help him through it.

You'd stitch him together with your own muscle and bone if you needed to.

On the fifth day, many of his wounds had finally healed down to pearlescent, puffy scars thanks to the medics magic. Deep gauges littered his torso and arms, creating new dips and valleys along the lean muscles of his body, a topographical map you could study for eons. The slashes across his face was healing better than anyone dared hoped, and he finally was beginning to look like Bill again.

But the wound on his thigh remained stubborn, pulpy as rotten fruit and refusing to knit together, growing more putrid the more magic that was thrown at it.

An uneasyness settled over the house. No longer a question of will he wake up, but what will wake up.

On the seventh day, Bill woke up screaming.

You were in the kitchen, helping Neville prepare the evening meal, when a roar shook the cedar bones of the old house.

You dropped the dish in your hands with a crash, roast and root vegetables exploding all over the grubby tile floor, and leapt over it, flying up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Tonks caught you at the end of the hall, grabbing you by the arms. “He's asking for you, but you have to—y/n, listen to me,” she snapped, and you stilled, coiled and ready to flee. “You have to be careful—that kind of trauma…he might not be the Bill you love.”

“I don't care.” You yanked free from her hold and dashed down the hallway. You burst into the room Bill was being kept in, a white-washed guest room on the quieter, darker end of the house, and found Ron, Arthur, and Remus desperately trying to restrain a frantic Bill on the bed.

“Where is she?” He bellowed.

You shoved Ron aside and flung your arms around Bill's neck, throwing your weight on him in the hopes of keeping him down.

“I'm here, I'm right here,” you soothed, not bothering to hold back the tears of relief streaming down your face and into his ruddy hair.

He groaned low in his chest, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and heaving a deep breath. His knotted muscles immediately went lax, and he looped an arm around your waist, hauling you into the bed with him. You were shocked at how much strength he still had after a week of bed rest.

“There you are,” he whispered, a throaty purr against your pulse. He drew another deep inhale, nose pressed against your jugular, and you suppressed a shiver.

“Are you alright? You didn't tear anything open—”

“Don't care,” he said, his lips charting a scalding path up your neck, days of stubble scratching mercilessly against the tender skin.

“Bill,” you argued, a fire sparking in your lower belly. You tried to push back a bit from his hold so you could inspect his bandages, could escape the intoxicating effect of his newfound affection. His grip tightened, bordering on painful, and a rumble resounded from the barrel of his chest. Something carnal, possessive, and you immediately dissolved back into his arms. Helpless to resist him.

“A ripped stitch isn't going to kill me,” he mumbled into the downy space behind your ear, his voice so much softer than whatever beast had been roused moments ago.

“Bill, we really need to do a full examination,” Remus interrupted gently. “What you've gone through—”

“It can wait,” Bill snarled, glaring at Remus over your shoulder. “Now get the fuck out.”

You gasped, shocked by his crude language, the aggressive edge to his voice. Bill was hardly the delicate sort, but you'd never seen him be outright hostile. Especially not towards his friends and family.

“Bill,” Remus said, hardening his voice.

“Please, just let them check you,” you whispered, stroking his cheek. “It'll give me and your family peace of mind.”

His eyes fluttered closed as you soothed him, his breathing leveling out. From bestial to docile in the span of a few heartbeats. “Only if you stay,” he answered finally, opening his eyes to look at you.

“I'm not going anywhere,” you assured, and he finally let you untangle yourself.

The medic came in first, checking all of his stitches and his vitals. Besides the wound on his leg, he was mostly healed, just some soreness and a slightly elevated temperature and heart rate.

His hand only left your body when the doctor needed it for something, otherwise he maintained contact through the entire examination.

You weren't sure what it meant, this sudden clinginess. If it was the trauma of almost dying, a head injury making him forget you weren't actually together, or something…else.

His family came in next, a cacophonous, emotional ordeal that made your heart ache with relief. With them, he seemed more like himself; the good-natured, charismatic man you'd fallen in love with, and some of your uncertainty ebbed.

You hadn't hated the intensity from earlier though, quite the opposite, actually. You just wished you knew what caused it, and why you.

Eventually, Bill declared that he wanted to properly shower, and everyone filed out to give him some privacy. When you stood to leave though, his hand tightened around your wrist.

“Don't go,” he said, drawing you back towards him. He was standing, propped against the bedframe for support.

“But you said you wanted to shower?” You blinked up at him, completely perplexed by this dramatic shift in his demeanor. Bill had never been very physical with you, besides platonic hugs and shoulder bumps.

“Help me,” he murmured, tilting your chin up.

Your heart stopped. “W-what?”

“Are you going to make me beg?” His breath fanned across your lips, balmy and disorienting. Headier than any hit you'd taken from a roll or a pipe.

“Bill, we aren't…together,” you argued weakly, a rabbit negotiating the terms of its release from the jaws of a catamount.

“Something I'd like to remedy, if you'll have me.” His other hand ensnared your waist, pulling your body flush to his.

“I'm not sure you're thinking clearly—” you tried to take a step back, but his grip turned to iron.

“Oh, I am. For probably the first fucking time,” he growled, patience wearing thin. “I’ve loved you for ten fucking years, and I almost lost you. So forgive me, darling, I will not be letting you go again.”

You liquified, muscles and bone turning to simpering goo in his arms. You didn't care if it was the pain medicine, or a head injury, or lycanthropy. All you'd ever wanted was to hear those three little words.

“I love you too,” you breathed, and he smiled, bumping his nose against yours before dragging it down your cheek, his hair tickling your lips.

“I know,” he hummed, the hot muscle of his tongue laving over the pulse point beneath your ear. “I can smell it on you.”

You gasped, arousal hitting you like a clap of thunder, your thighs squeezing together against your blooming cunt.

He chuckled, the sound low and viscerally pleased. “Can smell that too, baby. Little heart’s racin’ like a rabbit.”

Oh, fuck. You swallowed thickly, throat closing as fear pumped through your blood, mixing into a strange ichor with the ever-present desire for him.

“You're trembling again,” he said, softening a bit as he pulled back to look you in the eyes. “Are you afraid of me?”

You shook your head. “Should I be?”

“No, love. Of course not. I'm still me.” He smoothed the hair from your forehead, palming the side of your skull with his long-fingered hand. “But Remus should be if he tries to get between us again.”

A laugh bubbled up before you could stop it, inundated with both dread and delight.

He leaned down, catching your laughter with a lissome press of his lips. The last of your reservation dissipated, dripping out between your thighs as the kiss deepened. His lips were pillowy, tongue tinged with iron and herbs, you leaned into his embrace, content to let him devour you whole.

© agreeewrites 2025. do not copy, translate or claim my writing as your own.

[neoraso]

love on your lips| nct dream

sweet affirming words dreamies say to you, idk why all of them are sad except haech, which is kinda suggestive for .5 seconds but it's sweet i promise <3 00z+mark

mark : "you don't always have to be strong around me"

it had been a long day for you, stressors from the week building up leaving you dazed and exhausted. it had been a long day for mark too- it always was - but that didn't mean he didn't notice how your smile didn't meet your eyes and then twist into a grimace as soon as you thought he wasn't looking. he knew you well enough to know what you looked like when you were trying to hold yourself together from the inside out. it broke his heart to see you suffer and try to keep it to yourself. that's why he approached your sitting figure, tentatively putting his hand on your shoulder and lightly squeezed the flesh of your upper arm.

"what's goin’ on baby? you still here with me?"

his familiar line he often used to snap you out of your thoughts brought the corners of your mouth up.

"sorry. long day." you trailed off but still stood to wrap your arms around his neck, feeling like some life was flooding back into you. he responded immediately, rubbing your back and pressing you further into him, petting your head when you hooked your chin on his shoulder. mark stood there patiently in his arms, soaking you up too until he broke the silence.

"you don't always have to be strong around me baby."

your breath caught at his words and how genuinely he said them. all the things you wanted to say were stuck in your throat and all you could do was nod against him. he didn't say anything more even when he felt your tears drop on his shoulder. it was ok if you didn't say everything on your mind today, he would be there today, tomorrow and every tomorrow after that.

renjun: "you can lean on me too"

you stood under some cover with clothes and hair drenched by the rain that started unexpectedly as you walked back from the corner store, thinking the fresh air would do you good. on any other day you might've gasped when the first rain drop hit your cheek, a surprise that made you hurry your steps home to get cozy- today was not that day.

if you didn't know any better, you'd think someone had cursed you. maybe because you were already stressed, every little thing that went wrong seemed to chip away at your resolve.

you hated calling renjun for things like this, he was busy enough as it is and really you could just walk home and cry in a hot shower later. but he was your boyfriend and you knew he would scold you for walking home in the cold when he could just come get you. so you shakily wiped your phone screen while your numb fingertips fumbled to find his contact and hit call. the lump was already in your throat and your eyes burned but you would not cry on this call.

that's what you told yourself and believed until you heard his voice.

"yn? are you ok?"

that's all it took.

you choked on sobs as you described your current predicament until he cut you off, telling you he happened to be in the area and could pick you up in less than ten. the tears had stopped and turned into small gasps on the way home. renjun hadn't said much on the car ride home but held your hand the whole way while you hung your head, tears falling on his fingers.

when he pulled up in front of your place he parked the car and turned to you, not letting go of your hands.

"talk to me" he said it in a kind tone but it made you feel like a child again, unable to articulate why you’d had such an outburst.

you still tried , stuttering around the objectively insignificant events that had built up to now, and circling around the fact that you hadn’t shared any of it with him because you didn’t want to be a burden.

he squeezed your twiddling, now clammy fingers softly in his own with a sigh.

“y/n.. you are always … always there for me. truthfully i don’t know how you put up with all my complaints. but i know you listen because you love me and you care about my problems.” he was looking so severely at you you couldn’t look away as he continued,

“i’m saying this because the point of being together in this life is to share the good and the bad. you can lean on me too.”

you squeezed his fingers back, nodding so he knew you heard him and that you would try.

jeno "your problems will never be too much for me"

he slipped your phone out of your hand, turning it off and face down on the counter, sitting next to you. only then did you look up at him quizzically.

“you’ve been staring at the same post for two minutes, so what’s really going on up there?” he tapped your forehead with his index, patiently waiting for your answer.

you knew there was no getting out of it once he confronted you so you sigh, looking at the counter in front of you.

“i really don’t know jen, it’s like nothing’s happening but it’s all still too much. i’m sorry for worrying you, i’m ok i swear.” you trail off not wanting to say too much.

he knew very well that work had been taking a toll on you , and the fact he was so busy and not around as much didn’t help. but he really couldn’t stand you keeping it to yourself and suffering silently just to spare him. days of coming home to you asleep at the table with food untouched in the fridge, or on top of the bed covers with a grimace, now all connected and his heart felt heavier with each breath.

seeing as he hadn’t said anything in response, you squeezed his bicep and smiled at him like you always did, tenderly and silently saying you’ll always put him first.

“i’m ok jen, you don’t have to worry about me when you have so much going on. i can take care of myself, promise.”

as you stood to find somewhere else to space out he grabbed your wrist to stop you. moving to hold your waist as he stood up, his bangs falling in front of his eyes as he looked down at you.

“i’m always gonna worry about you, my job is to take care of you. your problems will never be too much for me, ok? i’m sorry i haven’t been home when you need me, i’ll do better. anything you need baby please let me handle it.”

he caught you off guard with his desperation and the pressure of his fingertips on your hips. so you reached up to his face pulling him down for a chaste kiss. he responded immediately, but pulled away to kiss your forehead as he stood up, hugging you properly and resting his chin against the top of your head.

"let's put on a movie and order in. we don't even have to watch it, just let me hold you."

your heart blossomed and you could already feel your stresses liquefying. the tight grip you had kept on yourself was loosening as you let him hold you together too.

all you could reply with was, “sounds perfect."

and that was more than enough for him.

haechan "every day with you excites me"

it was a typical day off with donghyuck. after he had convinced you (with not much resistance) to stay in bed for an extra hour trapped tightly between his limbs, you both got up to make breakfast.

as the two of you milled around the kitchen, there was no shock to how many kisses and pokes and squeezes he dared every time he passed by you.

once you finished and sat down to eat, he set a glass of water in front of you before sitting beside you, hooking his ankle around yours.

"drink that before your coffee please."

you looked from his face , framed by unruly curls he hadn't bothered to fix and all the beauty marks you loved to kiss back to the glass in front of you before letting out a delayed laugh.

he looked over at you curiously but still with a fond smile as he pretended to act offended.

"what's wrong with you? you're supposed to drink water before anything else in the morning... for health! i want you to be healthy for- stop laughing!"

this only made the giggles more uncontrollable even as you leaned over and kissed his cheek that was now a bit warmer than usual.

"what's wrong with you huh?"

after collecting yourself you sighed, reaching over to smooth his hair down.

"nothing is the matter my love. i just realized you tell me this same thing every time we make breakfast. and then i thought, 'is he going to tell me this every breakfast for the next 60 years? won't he get bored?' and it made me laugh. you're so cute and sweet you know?"

though the tips of his ears were pink, he still shook his head with a sigh and grumbled,

"well thank god that's why you're laughing i thought you had become delirious with like, i don't know, love. for me obviously because i'm so caring. i thought like 'wow she's so stricken by my actions she finally reached her breaking point.' or someth-"

you cut him off with a cut strawberry pressed against his open mouth. and he simply smiled before tugging you up from your chair into his lap. his mouth still full of fruit kissing your cheek countless times as he reached over and picked up your water glass again, handing it to you.

"you didn't even drink it." he whines, eyes following as you sip looking right back at him with amusement. "and for the record, yes. i will be doing this every day for forever with you because i like doing it. i like taking care of you, i like doing "mundane" things with and for you. every day with you excites me. i like waking up and pulling the covers over you, i like going to the store and buying toothpaste and bowls and- i dunno tape for us, i like folding your clothes and towels and i like telling you to drink water."

by now the glass was half empty and your heart was all the way full as he continued,

"i've never had a love like this. reciprocated, electric, comforting love. you make me feel so safe and treasured and i want to give back to you tenfold. i'd go to school for 46 years or however long they go to school to become your dentist if that's what you wanted from me. i used to think i was lazy or not meant for much in this life and now you give me so much purpose as a person and a man and your partner. i love it and i love you and there's nothing you can do about it , okay?"

the glass was empty when you set it down and pulled him in for a sweet kiss.

"you're lovely hyuck. especially in the morning, and very late at night for some reason."

"hey, what about the middle of the day? i'm so lovely all the time, all times of day." he pouted against your shoulder

"hm... yeah no the middle of the day you start to get a little rowdy, a little fired up and ... maybe even crazy some might say. oh yeah look it's nearing noon, i better take shelter before my boyfriend grabs me and doesn't let go and showers me in love and kisses for the rest of the day" you made a feeble attempt to get up when he suddenly grabbed your waist and dug his fingers in

"oh baby, it's too late. i wasn't planning on letting you go since we woke up." he pinched your hip making you yelp before adding "and i can do a lot more than kiss you."

no, his love would never get old.

jaemin "i'll show you how special you are"

jaemin suspected something was wrong but then he really knew when you said you were ready for bed at 10pm.

so naturally, he spent the 30 minutes you showered and did your night routine trying to figure out what had happened. it seemed like everything was fine at your mutual friend’s birthday dinner but as the ride home went on, you got progressively quieter. letting go of his hand as he drove to fiddle with your dress sent alarms blaring in his mind so much so he forgot to say anything. you walked in the door taking off your bag and shoes by yourself, practically teleporting into the bathroom leaving him stunned in the entry way.

he thought of springing this discussion after your shower but figured you needed some more time, so he forced himself to take a longer time getting ready for bed too.

he walked into the bedroom, to you laying with your back turned he sighed, tentatively slipping under the covers and scooping you to him before he could think to stop himself.

“jaemin…” you whined with no real bite as he inhaled deeply into your neck, kissing the slope of your shoulder up to your ear.

“tell me what’s wrong baby. cmon, i’m here. don’t leave me out.”

you paused for a while before accepting defeat. you knew it would come up eventually so it might as well be now,

“it’s dumb…” you grumbled, but relaxed in his hold either way.

“not dumb if it upsets you this much, i hate to see you so sad.” you could feel his pout against your skin. thankful you didn’t have to look at his face as you continued, far too embarrassed.

“i just… i overheard your friends talking about your ex. they didn’t even say anything really just that they hadn’t seen you out and actually happy since you guys broke up. so really, it was a good thing and i couldn't tell you why it upset me but it just made me wonder if you were actually happy with me or could be as in love. i don’t know…”

his hands moved softer over the curve of your waist as his expression hardened.

"who exactly was saying all of this?"

"i think you went to school with them, i don't know their names." your voice got smaller the hotter your face became until you prayed to vanish into the bed sheets.

he took a pause and did his best to not sound dismissive as he continued,

"angel, the only people whose opinion you should worry about are the ones who know that you're my everything. i don't know who… i don’t know why anyone is still worried about the past.”

he paused thoughtfully, sitting up on his elbow to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“you know and i know what my last relationship did to me. and you and i also know i am 1000% over what she did and i know she was no good to begin with for me.”

you finally turned your head to look at him, knowing he never liked to talk about his ex. the guilt crept up on you as you backpedaled on your tantrum

“i'm sorry jaems we don't have to talk about this.”

he gave you a sweet smile, his hair still slightly wet from his shower made you want to run your fingers through it. you wondered if he did his hair care by himself or neglected it because you didn't help him like you do every night.

“i don't mind talking about it. because not only am i truly madly deeply in love with you," he couldn't help but smile when you did too at this, "you made me realize i've never had a real love like this. you changed my life for the better. i'm sorry you had to hear anyone saying those things, but no one’s opinion matters to me when i have you and get to be loved by you. okay?” i’ll show you how special you are and let everyone know too so no one can doubt your or me again.”

your heart soared as his confession went on. you reached up to pull his face to yours for a quick kiss which he turned into three.

“ok, i love you. sorry i'm such a baby lets sleep now.”

“you are my baby yes. and i will always here to remind you how much i love you. now go to sleep and when you wake up i'll love you even more than i did today."

[2-dsimp]

Question would Temothy still be just as protective of a cow boy darling? Just a male cow, trying to make sure his bull assistant is taken care of. I like to imagine he really likes Temothy’s horns and is a bit jealous that his aren’t as big.

Any time someone new calls him a lady because he’s a cow his eye twitches with annoyance as he corrects them.

Yandere Bull x male!cow darling

Tw: fluff, mentions of blackmail, gender affirmation, Temothy being your devoted assistant.

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“Ah b-boss your horns are looking especially nice today! Would you like me to p-polish them?” Your devoted assistant would always make sure to compliment you on your horns. He knows about your complex about them being small. And he’d go to no lengths to stroke your ego.

“Oh how I w-wish I could have horns like yours. T-they’re easy to m-manage and it won’t get you stuck in the doors. Or scrape the paint off the walls unlike mine.” Temothy stammered, making it a habit to tell you about his woes with having huge horns like his. Making it seem like a burden you wouldn’t want to have. Putting himself down just so you’d feel better about yourself.

—————

The Bull is always on the alert should someone so much as attempts to misgender you. It was common that most cows are considered female thanks to the small ratio demographic of males present.

But Temothy couldn’t have his darling boss stressed out from such ignorant comments. So he always emphasize about how his Boss was such a capable man. His endless praise, alone is what made the employees get the gist that you were in fact a male cow.

And if a certain someone happened to be deaf Temothy would pull them aside for a “small talk” on the side.

The next day the worker who joked about you being a woman trying to pose as a man. Willingly resigned, looking so traumatized and banged up from an “accident”. Which was the main cause for their termination with your company. It left them unfit mentally to work at your establishment.

It didn’t pose a problem for you to cut one loose. But it irked you how they couldn’t even look your sweet assistant in the eyes. After you’ve heard about Temothy’s efforts to be accommodating for the rude employee from whispers in the office.

“Ugh good riddance, that one was a bad apple I tell ya. Not so much as one thanks for how much you’ve helped em out” You chuffed, ears flickering as you started stamping some papers to permanently remove them from your workforce.

Meanwhile Temothy merely preened under your praise wagging his tail. Acting as if he didn’t threaten to maul that worker to death and leak their family’s IP address to the loan sharks who’ve been looking for them.

[blueberryfics]

jjk headcanons: love languages

Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Shoko Ieiri, Choso Kamo, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro, Yuki Tsukumo, Ryomen Sukuna

gn!reader

CONTAINS: pure fluff

My blog is 18+. Minors please DNI!

a/n: wait did I make Sukuna’s actually sweet?? I usually write him as comically evil bc it makes me laugh, but he’s surprisingly soft here :’)

Satoru Gojo

☆ All of them… but mainly words of affirmation

☆ He’ll accept any form of affection you give him, but a simple compliment will do the most for him

☆ He often expresses his love through gift-giving though, as well as with words

☆ He loves loudly, so expect dramatic declarations and extravagant gifts from him

Suguru Geto

☆ Physical touch

☆ Honestly he usually hates when other people touch him, but when it’s someone like you who he truly trusts, he adores it

☆ Each time you rub his back or play with his hair, it repairs a bit of his fractured soul (he might cry, although he’ll try really hard not to)

Kento Nanami

☆ Acts of service

☆ He’s used to taking on burdens and cleaning up other people’s messes, so when you do anything to make things easier on him, it means the absolute world to him

☆ He shows his love to you through acts of service as well. You’ll never have to peel your own orange again as long as he’s around

Shoko Ieiri

☆ Gifts

☆ Not in a materialistic way, though. She just likes knowing that you’re thinking of her when she’s not around

☆ Like if you go out to a cafe with your friends and bring her back a drink, she’ll melt

☆ Even something as simple as giving her a flower you picked from the side of the road will make her heart do backflips

Choso Kamo

☆ Quality time

☆ He doesn’t require anything from you other than your presence

☆ Now that he has a human lifespan, his time is precious to him, and he wants nothing more than to spend it with you

☆ This can lead to him being clingy (it’s cute though, let’s be real); any activity he can think of doing, he feels that it would be better with you by his side

Takuma Ino

☆ Words of affirmation

☆ He just wants to be told he’s doing a good job, and he doesn’t hear it enough from others, so when you say it it means even more

☆ As much as he craves affirmation, though, he doesn’t know how to handle it when he actually receives it; he’ll either completely short-circuit or turn it into a joke

Toji Fushiguro

☆ Quality time

☆ He’s never been good at expressing his feelings with words, but he shows you how much he loves you with the way he’ll drop everything just to see you

☆ If he’s away for work and you tell him how much you miss him, he probably won’t say it back. Secretly, though, the fact that you want to spend time with him means more to him than you’ll ever know

Yuki Tsukumo

☆ Acts of service

☆ If you offer to do something for her, she’ll fall even more hopelessly in love with you

☆ This is how she expresses her love to you too

☆ By the time you even realize you have a flat tire, she’s already changing it for you

Ryomen Sukuna

☆ Physical touch

☆ You don’t flinch when he touches you, nor do you run from him. He’s used to sparking fear in everyone around him, so the fact that he elicits something different in you, something tender, softens his hard exterior just a bit

☆ You don’t recoil from him like the monster he is. You handle him like he’s delicate and beautiful, and it almost makes him want to be a little more of those things just for you

[demie90s]

WAIT CAN YOU POSSIBLY DO PAZZI X READER WHO ALSO PLAYS FOR UCONN BUT HAS REALLY BAD ANXIETY??

(Y’all love making the reader go through stuff huh😭)

ᴘᴀᴢᴢɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Anxiety

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:You play for UConn too. Same jersey, same grind. But while they see a star athlete, you’re trapped inside your own head. Until they start noticing—really noticing—and refuse to let you fight alone.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ:angst, slow-burn comfort, mental health, found family/poly love

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:severe anxiety, internal spiraling, overstimulation, emotional breakdown, comforting touch, implied therapy mentions, protective partners, soft Geno moment

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~0.6k

ᴠɪʙᴇ:raw, personal, gentle hands in hair, quiet affirmations, “you’re not a burden,” deep breaths pressed to someone’s chest

Azzi saw it first. You always managed to keep your smile on around the team, but she noticed how long it took you to lace your shoes. How your breathing sounded just slightly too tight during stretches. Paige wasn’t far behind either. She picked up on the way your hands wouldn’t stay still, fingers twitching against your thighs like your nerves were dribbling their own game.

Nobody else really clocked it. You played through it like you always did. Head down, focus up, lock in. That was your thing. The loudest voice on the court when it was someone else in distress—but dead silent when it was you.

Until it cracked.

One minute, you were running drills. The next, the ball slipped out of your hands mid-pass. A clean fumble. Azzi whipped her head over instantly, and Paige froze in her defensive stance like something in her spine just told her something’s wrong.

You dropped your hands to your knees, tried to steady yourself. It felt like a full-blown thunderstorm behind your ribs. That buzzing, vibrating kind of panic that had no source—just sound and pressure and sweat.

“Yo—” Paige’s voice cut through the noise. “You good?”

You nodded too fast. Shook your head a second later. Didn’t make sense.

Azzi was already jogging over, tossing a towel to KK without a word. “She’s not okay,” she said, matter-of-fact, even before she got to you.

You sat down hard on the bench. Geno called something out but didn’t press when he saw your shoulders shaking, your fists clenched too tight around air.

Azzi crouched in front of you, her hands warm around your knees. “Hey. Look at me.”

You couldn’t. Embarrassment, shame, frustration—it all hit at once.

“Baby,” Paige said, kneeling beside her. Her tone was different. Quieter. “It’s us. You’re allowed to not be okay with us.”

You didn’t speak. Couldn’t. Your throat closed up. Azzi reached for your hands and held them like they’d break otherwise. Paige tucked hair behind your ear and whispered, “Breathe with me, okay? Just match me.”

You tried.

One breath.

Then another.

It didn’t fix it. But you weren’t spiraling alone anymore.

Later, after practice, you sat on the locker room bench with your head down. Still feeling like your heart was on timeout.

“I hate this,” you muttered finally. “I hate how weak this makes me feel.”

“You’re not weak.” Paige’s voice came from the doorway, firm and low. “You’re one of the strongest people I know.”

Azzi walked in behind her with your sweatshirt and water bottle. “Strong doesn’t mean silent. You don’t have to do it alone, babe.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “I just didn’t wanna ruin the vibe.”

Azzi snorted, “You are the vibe. When you go quiet, the gym feels off.”

Paige leaned against the lockers beside you. “You’re always there for us. Screaming in huddles, keeping energy up, putting your body on the line. Let us show up for you for once.”

You finally looked up.

Paige smiled. “We’re your people.”

Azzi nodded. “Your girls. For every win, every breakdown, every bad day.”

And that’s when you broke. Not in a loud, messy way. But soft. Quiet. Shoulders slumping, tears slipping down your cheeks before you could catch them.

Azzi stepped in and wrapped her arms around your neck like she was anchoring you in place. Paige came in from the side, pulling you against her shoulder. You sat there, clinging to both of them like they were the only thing keeping you upright.

Because maybe they were.

[shorthaltsjester]

just constantly thinking about percy telling vex that he’d like to think they’re all better than they think they are (except her brother, of course) . constantly thinking about when vex tells percy he’s a good man and he gets awkward and flustered and returns that she’s a good woman and when she gets as awkward and flustered he goes “see. it’s not very nice is it.” percy shouting to ripley that he forgives her and vex carves forgive into the wood of her bow. vex tells percy to take off his mask and percy comes across vex in tears and scrubbing at her armour. god. the campaign starts and percy is making arrows as flirting and getting kisses in return and the campaign ends and exhausted and knowing it won’t be a want that will be fulfilled percy admits he never wants to make another weapon and vex equally exhausted affirms that he’ll never Have to. and god . god . opposites attract is great or whatever but the deliciousness of dynamics where the characters hold up a mirror to one another where they get to shed the burden of self and see someone Like Them as someone good or capable of being better and Falling In Love. and that love being a pathway to them coming to grips with their own image and their own capacity to be better. and that the fact that the person they fall for being someone so Familiar means that they see through each other’s shit. that percy sees that vex has fallen into the trap of Nobility tricking people into thinking that makes them inherently better and giving her the only whitestone title someone has to earn beyond selection or marriage or birth. that vex sees percy forgive ripley and discusses the importance of that choice but reminds him that it’s just as important that he forgive himself.

[augmerin]

Heeloo! I hope you're doing well! If it's alright can I request husband headcanons for Jing Yuan, Ratio and Gepard?? Fluff and domestic things and just how they'd be as a partner? Thank you sm for your time!✨<3

hi nonnie !! thank you for the ask, i hope i did it justice since im not rlly good at headcannons <3

jing yuan

- very proud of his spouse, would likely take any chance to interject mid-conversation just to slip in a few praises here and there regarding you even though the topic has nothing to do with you: “oh, the mission was a success? you see, my spouse-“ “you’re having lunch at the cafeteria? well, my spouse made lunch-“ “that colour is a favourite of my-“ - yeah, you get the gist - and sometimes it’s not even intentional, it's just that the thought of you exists on his mind 24/7 so slipping you into anything he did or says is as natural as breathing for him - also would be 10x clingier than before—literally would be by your side every moment of time if not for his official general duties, which he sees as unfortunate because there’s nothing more important and as dire than being with you - adding on to that, i think he loves, loves, loves spending meal times or just resting around with you; both of you don’t have to necessarily talk, but just having your presence around gives him a sense of peace that he subconsciously or intentionally searches for—looking at your pretty face just makes it all the more better <3

dr ratio

- quite attentive, whether it’s for your needs or in general - i like to think that he cares about your well-being a lot, hence he tends to emphasize on taking care of yourself; will remind you to have a better sleeping schedule, take enough breaks, to not push yourself too much that it renders you incapable of doing anything afterwards - would try to ease your burden when it comes to juggling work, but allows enough leeway as he knows both your capabilities and limits; he will offer his assistance as seeing you stressed and overwhelmed is the last thing he wants, but he doesn't want to interfere too much to the point of coddling - may come off as arrogant or rude due to the way he phrases his words/intentions, but i think he’s actually just a softie—others may not see it as much, but it can be very obvious how his demeanor would soften despite his "tough/harsh" words whenever it comes to you - definitely loves spending quality time with you; just doing work side by side, sitting in the silence of each other's company, knowing that you're not anywhere else but right next to him

gepard

- i would say he’s quite devoted - can be a bit more on the reserved side sometimes, but that’s just because his love for you can overwhelm him and he doesn’t know what to do with it except just silently stew in it - would spend his day off just lying around in bed, taking the time to take in and appreciate the little moments he has with you since it can be scarce due to his busy schedule - id like to think that he would surprise you with little gestures, sometimes as a way of expressing his regrets for not being able to be with you for some time; giving you flowers, gifting a specific item that you’ve been eyeing, getting your favourite food when he returns home from a mission - also very affectionate, although he can be quite shy lol, but he lives for being able to touch you; nothing sexual (most of the time), just being able to feel your skin on his just affirms the fact that he’s finally back home with his lovely spouse, which he has missed dearly every single day

[girlfromflor]

part 10 (final chapter) - supersoldiers!141 x f!reader

it’s been a couple of days since your period ended. also, it’s been a couple of days since your inner turmoil started to get out of hand. the last few days only served to show you how much love you nurture for these men and the fact that you haven’t told them yet is eating you alive. you’re sure that they know, having been used to each other's emotions for longer than you have, but you still value the importance of communicating things between you, it’s what made you so much closer as a team in the first place.

the fact that you all have been signed up to a highly dangerous field mission across the land, all the way to an unknown concrete forest which has been flooded with machines, isn’t helping your case either. you don’t want to wait to voice your feelings until you're back home and exhausted from a week of hard work and field violence, and that has you caught up in your feelings more than you’d like to admit.

they all have been noticing it, not used to this quiet and introspective version of you. simon kept saying it’s probably because you're nervous about what can happen during the mission but john knows better than that. the captain tried to question you about it but all you said was that you were waiting to feel more comfortable – with the vulnerability of the confession – to talk about it, so he let you be, not wanting to cross a boundary – at least you weren’t pushing them away.

john is certain that, as a group, they’ve never been closer to each other. you brought them to one another in a way he never could on his own and he’s more than thankful to have you as his teammate – and lover. he knows what you’ve been conflicting about, it doesn’t help that they never say it to each other. he’s aware that you may feel like it’s not real yet – because it hasn’t been put out there.

as your captain, john enjoys feeling like he takes care of all of you – he enjoys knowing that he keeps you grounded and safe, as a leader. his love languages differ between you, usually because it’s hard to conceal everyone’s ways of feeling cared for – despite you sharing your emotions. it’s easier for price when it comes to johnny, because he’s very receptive to it – and always has been. john gives him physical attention most of the time – kisses, hugs and cuddles – and he knows that johnny feels loved by it, just like he’d feel with any other types of love languages.

as for his relationship with simon, he knows he’s more successful when it comes to acts of service. driving instead of letting simon do it, cooking for him and making him tea from time to time. john would often say “let me do it for you”, gladly carrying burdens just to make the blond’s life easier – and let him relax in the older man’s love.

kyle is all about quality time. john is quick to sit on the younger man’s side when he’s about to do something, enjoying the time they share in the same space whilst each one does things that are interesting for themselves. kyle is frequently found in john's office while the captain works, sometimes just sitting there and others doing things like reading or something along these lines.

you, though – and it took john a moment to figure it out –, is moved by words of affirmation. john realized that if he lacks talking to you through your processes, you feel close to rejection. he’d often tell you how proud he is of your progress as a soldier and the things he appreciates in you. it wasn’t hard for him to realize that you needed to hear an “i love you” as well, to feel like it was real.

he talked about it with the boys and they tried to give you little hints to allow you to feel comfortable with the idea of saying it to them. it started simple, johnny would say “i love you all so much” at dinner, something that was clear but not directed to anyone specific – and rather to all of you. john kept his usual speech of being proud of you and your progress. kyle starts to point out how much he loves how you think about things, how you take care of them and how you are so unapologetic yourself around them. simon projects his compliments on a subject he feels more comfortable talking about: your skills as a fighter. the lieutenant starts to comment on how much he loves when you pull that little move none of them can manage during a fight and  how he loved that you allowed them to accompany your progress.

with that, despite one or two insecure thoughts, you started to voice out what you loved in them, saying it with just as much fondness as they did. you’d gasp a “love when you laugh like that, johnny” in between giggles as you try to recover from a fit of laughter; mumble a “i love your hugs so much, kyle”, voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt where you’re hiding your face as you cuddled; after a long day, you’d whisper “love how you take care of us, cap” before wishing him goodnight and falling asleep by his side; and confess a small “simon, i love spending time with you” as the two of you walk towards the clearing in one early morning, fingers intertwined and chest warm. it goes well like that, the word becoming more familiar in your vocabulary and the idea of them knowing you love so many things about them becoming less frightening. until one particularly cold day, when you let it slip through your lips, completely unaware that you did.

you were having your last day off before your upcoming mission. all of you splayed out on the sofas around the living room, having a cup of hot chocolate kyle made you. you rest your back on the armrest of the sofa you have all to yourself, kyle at john’s chair with him by his feet while simon and johnny cuddle on the sofa across from you. the projector is casting the moving images of an old movie simon has been wanting to watch, about a couple who found love in battlefields during one of the old civilizations wars. it has no machines or upgraded soldiers, but it’s relatable nonetheless.

you’re putting your mug aside and letting out a content sigh before you can stop yourself and, as you relax to a sleep-like haze, you don’t even realize the words that come out of your mouth in a mumble. “i love you lot. so much…” you trail off, falling into the arms of sleep before either of them can answer. it doesn't shock any of them that you feel that way, but it catches them off guard how you say it so comfortably, with so much certainty.

when you wake up from your short nap, they’re all waiting as patiently as they can – way too expectantly to hide their smiles. there’s some whispering in the background as you blink, trying to get awake enough. the movie is at its credits, the words rolling down the projection on the wall and when you turn to look for your boys, you’re surprised to catch them already looking at you, like they’re waiting for something.

you rub your eyes. “what…?” your voice is soft as you speak, and johnny nearly melts into the floor.

“cute lass, i could bite ye.” johnny says in his cute aggression attack, standing up to sit at your sofa with you. “y’know, we love ye too. so much…” he mimics your tone and realization washes over you.

“fuck…” you hide your face in your hands, shaking your head, but you’re laughing at your own unawarenes. 

john is quick to join. “‘s true, we love ya, sweetheart.” 

simon nods along the captain’s words as kyle adds “so much”, echoing johnny’s attempt of mimicking your voice, making you giggle. you throw a pillow in his direction, which he catches easily, laughing with you. you crawl on the cushions so you can reach johnny, sitting on his lap as you curl your arms around him.

the silence that falls around you is comforting, helping your heartbeats sync into an harmonic atmosphere and it’s almost like they can hear you sweet voice whispering in their minds:

“i’ll love you–all of you, forever.”

series masterlist a/n: and that's the end. sorry, by the way, i know it's rushed, i had the perfect draft by i lost it:( but i hope y'all liked it regardless. | taglist: @fruitymoonbeams-blog @little-mini-me-world @bath1lda @imthatone-annoyingfriend @night-shadowblood-writes2 @z-wantstowrite @kentuckyhobbit @supernova2205 @thatghostlykid @reggiesslut @reap3erslov3 @aldis-nuts @mestrecadumaverick @siriusxmunofficial @echo9821 @luvr-bunnyy @bluebarrybubblez @lilynotdilly @sleep101 @kneelforloki @rawme-price @justforyou-18 @lucinda-reads @shinebright2000 @avgdestitute

[cheetabites]

☆彡 nasty pt 2 ˳༄꠶

character: park gyeong seok (player 246)

˳༄꠶ summary: six sfw and nsfw general relationship headcannons - this is regarding how his character would act outside of the games

sfw headcannons

★ originally, when you’d first gotten into a relationship with him he wasn’t as open. he felt as if he was a burden to you because of his inability to pay back the debt he owed from the medical bills. and ultimately, his inability to communicate due to his embarrassment and shame caused frustration on your part, but you’d later had gotten him to open up and tell you what was wrong

★ his love language is quality time and words of affirmation; he loves doing casual activities with you, like going for a walk in the park, going out shopping or for a movie, and cuddling with you at home. as for words of affirmation, he’d be the one to offer unexpected compliments or comfort when you feel insecure - but he enjoys it just as much when you decide to return the favor

★ him and his daughter still honor and visit his previous wife - although she passed away - and he really enjoys that you respect that fact; sometimes when you’re around and up for it, they’d include you in activities like switching out her flowers or when they’d just stay and update her on the things that’ve been happening

★ he’s not really a pet name person, so the only title he’d ever really refer to you by would be ‘jagiya’ - although if you two ever got married he would love referring you as his wife

★ mr gyeong seok is not apart of the cheating culture that is in korea; he finds it useless and a threat to his daughter and his sexual health, so you don’t have to worry about him every leaving you. if you ever broke up it would be mostly be out of mutual interest and concern

★ he’s an old fashioned man for sure; he’d always open doors for you, pay for dinner, secretly purchase items he’d see you eye whenever you’d go out together - he basically worships the ground you walk on. he’s also big on boundaries, both yours and his

nsfw headcannons

★ as i said before, this man is a switch. he loves both domming and subbing for his partner but it usually depends on what you want and how he’s feeling; if he’s domming he’s obviously a soft dom and while subbing, he makes sure to put on his good boy persona for you

★ he’s not really one for quickies unless he’s really pent up; he can’t really pick out the pleasure from it because having to rush really waters down the intimacy, which is something he needs to get off

★ voyerism is something that also enters the bedroom from time to time (all consensual.) he really likes watching you get yourself off, especially when you’re ‘unaware’ of him watching

★ when you both get intimate there’s usually no background noise / music. hearing you pant, whine or praise him while he’s fucking you is so hot for him

★ this man is all for body worship as well. he’d spend almost twenty minutes or so just kissing and rubbing your androgynous zones to get you ready for him; but god does it get you frustrated. you had to get on top a few times because you couldn’t stand how he was teasing you

★ he absolutely will put a baby in you once na-yeon gets better though, just be aware of that. and because he actually has children, he doesn’t really feel comfortable being called daddy when you have sex - you can always use other pet names though!

the end! i hope you enjoyed :D

© cheetabites. don’t translate, claim or repost my works on any platform. jan 2 2025.

[tinyraptorhands]

Pro Hero, Pro Mama, No Problem pt. 10

"This is stupid." Katsuki said, slipping on some gym clothes Todoroki had on hand.

"No, this is healthy." Kirishima smiled back, wrapping his hands. "C'mon, its just like old times! You, pushing my quirk to the limit, and me, getting my face almost blown off..." he said it wistfully, Katsuki looking a little incredulously at the red head.

"...Shitty hair, sometimes I question your sanity." He said bluntly. Kirishima just shrugged, laughing.

"C'mon, man. Out in the ring." He patted the blonde's back. "Let's get all that tension outta you."

As they positioned themselves, Kirishima crossed his arms infront of himself, activating his hardening quirk. "Hit me!" He called out. Katsuki shook his arms out.

"Alright, dumbass. You asked for this!" Katsuki ran at him, full force. He began to activate his quirk, palms sparking.

"Let's go!" Kirishima hollered excitedly.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" Izuku stood in the genkan, slipping his classic red sneakers on. You shook your head, a small smile on your features.

"No, its...its fine. I couldn't ask you to stay. Besides, what would Ochaco think?" You leaned against the frame of the entrance way.

He shook his head. "She'd understand. I already let her know you had an emergency." He then looked up, quickly adding, "I-I didn't say for what, though!"

You shook your head. "Its okay, really." You hugged your arms. "But...thank you. For...coming so quickly."

Don't go.

He gave you a hesitant smile.

Like you would break if he came on too strongly. "...Alright. B-but I'm always a call away!" He tapped the toe of his shoe once, adjusting his sneaker. He grabbed his signature yellow backpack, threadbare and more brown than yellow.

You felt bad. He must've been still at the school, he was even still in his teacher's suit.

Why couldn't you have married someone like him?

The intrusive thought came before you could shoo it away. It left a nasty feeling in your chest. "Get home safe." You said, giving him one last smile.

He looked like he wanted to say more, but nodded. "Sure. I'll see you around, (y/n)."

When the door closed behind him, your face fell.

You crouched on the balls of your feet, hugging yourself. You stared at a crack in thr linoleum of the genkan, willing yourself not to cry.

Why the hell did you think such a terrible thought?

Sure. You thought about 'what ifs' all the time.

But not like that.

You knew you didn't like Izuku like that. He was definitely more the brotherly type. Besides, he had Ochaco.

You realized it soon enough. It wasn't the love you wanted. You wanted someone to be gentle to you. To understand you.

Just for a little bit.

You craved that kind of affection. The kind you could wrap yourself around in, if only for a moment. Someone to lovingly say, 'I'm here, you're doing great, you're so strong...'

Affirmation.

Yes, Katsuki did affirm you.

Well...usually when you were on the verge of a breakdown.

It was like he had to see you break before he could bend, before he could realize that yes, you were in fact in too deep.

And you knew who you married.

That was what people would say to you, if God forbid you vented a little about him.

Now you were left here.

Raw, open, festering.

It felt uncertain. It felt like teetering on a cliff.

I just want you to love me, even when I'm a mess.

Or were you just a burden now?

The thought had you spiraling.

You didn't realize how long you were sitting there until you heard the door click open. A pair of familiar sneakers greeted your vision.

Limited edition Dynamight sneakers. "...Hey." came a hoarse voice.

Red rimmed eyes met equally red pupils. You stayed crouched. "...Hi." you said softly.

You both stared at eachother.

That cliff was crumbling.

He dropped his bag. You didn't flinch. He crouched to your level.

Studying you. Like you were going to flee.

One would think you would feel like prey, frozen in the eyes of a predator.

No. You just felt...numb.

Katsuki went to brush a hair away from your face, but hesitated, fingers curling back into a fist and back to his side.

You jumped off the cliff.

"What happened?" You asked quietly.

"I went with Shitty hair-"

"No," you shook your head. "No, I mean...what happened here?" You pointed to the floor. "What did I do, or didn't do that made you suddenly so..." you trailed off. The lump in your throat grew. You heard a soft sigh.

"I...I had a rough couple of days. And when I just...saw you sitting there, among all the mess...it felt like you were just being lazy-"

"I'm not lazy. You know that." You were quick to shoot back. He nodded, looking down.

"Yeah. I know that. I...know you're gonna have shitty days, too." He said, voice hushed to a whisper. "I just-it was like that set me off the edge and-and all I could do was rage and-"

"And blow a hole through the nursery door?" You finished for him. "...Would that have been my head if-"

"God, no! Don't...don't be stupid. I was in control-"

"No you weren't." You said quickly. He grit his teeth, and you bit the inside of your cheek. "...Are...you in control now?"

His eyes flicked up to yours. "...are you afraid of me?" He asked, voice so soft you thought you misheard.

Were you?

The thought crossed your mind a few hours ago. "I...was? For a moment. You....startled me." You were free falling. "I don't know if that's fear, but-"

"Yeah." He said, cutting you off. "I scared you. That's all there is to it." He ran a hand through his hair. "Shit..." he fell back on his butt, leaning on his hands. "I fucked this all up-"

"No, no you-" you tried to comfort him, but were stopped by him.

"Stop it, just....don't lie to me. You were scared of me. Legitimately. I....I saw the look in your eyes. When I..." he took a sharp breath. "When I did what I did."

You both were silent. You bit your lip. "...Did you want to?"

"Want to what?" He asked.

"Want to...hurt me, or Kats-"

"No! No! No, I-I never....Never, ever would."

It was then you saw him free falling with you. Tears.

Tears were beading up along his lash line, blonde lashes darkening. "I didn't...I thought I...I thought I wasn't like that anymore." He wiped his eyes furiously. "Dammit...."

He didn't expect you to hug him so suddenly, so effortlessly. He pressed his forehead into the crook of your neck. He let out a sob. You never heard him sob like this before.

Not when All Might retired.

Not when Izuku lost his quirk permanently.

Not when he was told he might not ever use his right arm again.

Not when the doctors told him his heart was too damaged.

No, this was guttural. Raw.

Just like you.

You both were free falling off the edge, and you sobbed, too.

You clung to him, and he you.

Months of change, months of confusion, lack of sleep, new expectations and a new normal. It was alot.

It was beautiful, and grotesque, all at once.

It broke people. Molded them into something stronger.

But they had to break, first.

You knew that. He knew that. They warned you both. 'The first year is always the hardest.'

A vague warning, at best. Hard for who? The mother? The father? The baby, who was now crying in her crib right along with you both?

He had gotten up, sniffling as he went into the nursery, his actions smacking him in the face. The door was ruined. He gently turned the knob, wiping his eyes. You followed behind. Not out of fear or mistrust.

Just...followed him. You both gathered yourselves as he scooped up Katsumi. As she cried, he held her gently. "M'sorry, kid." He whispered. "So...so sorry."

You simply watched as he carefully changed her, shushed her, all with the patience of a saint as she eventually hushed, falling back to sleep.

You both walked out of the nursery. "...I'll.. stay somewhere else tonight. Kirishima offered to-"

You gripped his sleeve. "...stay." you said softly. "Please, I...I need you here. With me."

"You sure?" He asked, bringing his hand over yours, still gripping his sleeve.

"Yeah," your voice was small, "I'm sure."

[sillysoliloquyshits]

This may be obvious but one thing we don't often talk about between Ne Zha and Ao Bing is the fact that they mutually wished they weren't what they are, as Ao Bing felt awful for Shen Gong Bao's mistake and was guilty at first for being the Heavenly Pearl instead of Ne Zha, while Ne Zha wished he wasn't the Demon Orb so he wouldn't have this much innate force and power and uncontrollable temperaments that he knows burdens his family a lot.

And yet their friendship is so important in affirming both of them that they can truly kick the toy as hard as they wish with each other and they are truly enough and perfect just the way they are around each other. Both Ne Zha and Ao Bing are literally two halves from the Chaotic Essence and are the only equals for each other and hence truly understand each other in a way where they're both no longer insecure or too much for each other. It's like when they're separated they become much lonelier without the completing and wholesome presence of the other.

So yeah they're soulmates, whether platonic or romantic or spiritual etc etc, that has to be the baseline we agree on.