#can i just go back to sleep till today is over pls

[crowrelli]

I think theres something agonizingly poetic about waking up, knowing its gonna be a bad mental health day, and then getting awful news about the thing ur most stressed about. Like. Fuck me inparticular

[cjrights]

Ight so somehow people wanted more of these? Y’all asked and tbh I’m still obsessed so here we gooooooooooooooooo. Sidenote mostly just fluff, but def some angst on the third one. Read at your own risk pls and thx. Hope you enjoy!

Paige Bueckers x Softball player reader hcs! (Part 2)

Consistently takes advantage of whenever you get dressed.

Luckily for Paige softball players needed to layer a lot, meaning it took a very long time to get dressed. Tall socks first, then sliding shorts, then undershirt or jersey depending on weather, then pants, and finally a belt. Needless to say, it took a good few minutes and your clingy blonde girlfriend positively loved it.

Today started like most game days, waking up with all four of Paige’s limbs wrapped around you, her whining at you for trying to get up without waking her (something about needing her morning kisses), and then eating breakfast together at the table.

Now you were sitting on the edge of your bed, clad in just a sports bra and sliding shorts, pulling on your socks, thankful you were about to be done with the long process. Until Paige decided to interfere.

“Babbbbbe,” she called as she walked in, blue eyes lighting up immediately when she spotted you half undressed.

“Don’t give me that look. You know I’ll be late.”

Blatantly ignoring you she all but leapt on top of you, crushing your figure down in the most gently powerful way someone who was 6’ could’ve. You groan and immediately go flat on your back. Your girlfriend seemed to forget she was basically six feet of muscle and seven inches taller than you.

“Paige!” You yelp irritated, looking down at your girlfriend. Who was now cuddled up against your bare skin, pressing into you as tight as humanely possible. “I’ve got to get dressed, coach will kill me if I’m late! You know I have to warm up the pitchers!”

“Well first warm me up! I’ve been freezing all morning and instead of cuddling with me, my girlfriend has been neglecting me!” she whines, burying her face into your boobs, tightening her hold.

You roll your eyes, “you sure we’re not just in a relationship because you love my boobs?”

“That’s part of the reason…but back to the point! I’ve been neglected so let me snuggle you!” she demands, pressing you back  down as you try to pry her off.

You scoff lightly, “yeah right because us showering together last night, spooning all night after that, and then eating breakfast together this morning is real neglectful, isn’t it?” You question sarcastically, biting back the urge to smile as she looks up at you with puppy dog eyes for a moment, then nuzzling back into your boobs in an effort to make you forget about it. “No Paigey, its time for me to get ready.”

“But I never got my good morning kisses. Just some stupid alarm.”

You blink slowly. Shit, you had forgotten her morning kisses. Each morning you woke her up with a flurry of soft kisses on her cheeks, nose, and forehead. Anywhere but her lips, that was only for when she was fully awake. “I’m sorry love,” you murmur, pressing kisses around her forehead, seeing a smile flutter on her lips, as she closes her eyes, falling into ‘sleep’.  You moved onto her cheeks, this time fully feeling the smile on her face. finally her nose, which scrunched up slightly and she finally opened her ice blue eyes, pressing her lips to yours which you eagerly accepted.

“Good mornin,” she mumbles, suddenly much peppier. “How’d you sleep?”

You smack her lightly on the back of the head. “Oh, shut it Bueckers.” Fully nudging her off you pull your jersey over your head, not missing her pout once your boobs went away. “Simmer down woman, you can cuddle them later,” you roll your eyes.

“You know if doing this every time you have a game works, I’m going to keep doing it. rig up that alarm to go off a few minutes before you wake up, so that way you have to rush and can’t give me kisses till now, definitely worth being a few minutes late.”

“Paige!”

She’ll pretend like she knows what she’s doing- she doesn’t and your coach forces you to educate her.

Paige growls slightly under her breath seeing you come up to bat again. It was a game against Florida State University. Not that the other team was the problem- no it was the umpire. In her eyes he was giving you a hard time, you and your teammates. Quite honestly he wasn’t just had a larger strike zone than usual. There had been a few calls that had been at your knees and should’ve been balls that weren’t. Not the worst call you’d seen made but definitely not an amazing one.

It was the bottom of the forth inning and your third time at the plate. Uconn was up by two runs and you’d been up twice, only go out on a dicy, but definitely a strike pitch that you’d had no choice but to swing at. Now you went up again and did the same thing, going out swinging on a 1-2 count.

And that had been enough to set off your girlfriend. She tried to keep her cool, she really had. Tried listening to the massive group of softball dads who’d somehow befriended her after two games into the season, tried the deep breathing exercises, tried to reassure herself you wouldn’t be upset. But nope.

“That was a bullshit call blue!” you almost do a double take at hearing the voice that no doubt belonged to your overprotective girlfriend. What in the hell was she doing?! The ump had made the right call, it just wasn’t apparent to someone who hadn’t played.

“Jesus Christ, has your girlfriend never watched softball?” questions one of your teammates as you head back into the dugout, popping off your batters helmet, and exchanging it for your catchers.

“Look she’s good at basketball I’m good at softball,” you mutter, feeling your cheeks tinge pink as you buckle the straps on your white shin guards.

“Excuses, excuses,” she teases lightly, before going off to talk with someone else in the dugout.

As you pull your chest piece over your head a sudden shadow overtakes you. Looking up you see your coach looking down at you, facial expression mixed with annoyance and amusement. “Uh hey coach, can I help you?” you ask cautiously, not knowing if he was upset with your last at bat or something, and feeling nervousness grow as you tested the waters.

“look I aint mad at you. What I am mad at is how your girlfriend talks about all this shit she thinks she knows. She doesn’t play softball and quite honestly it makes some of us look bad. Get it under control.” He finishes.

“yes coach,” you mumble, knowing paige would insist she didn’t need help and make this whole thing ten times more difficult.

He smiles and slaps you on the back, “that’s a girl! Now, go out there and make sure nothing gets by you.”

“So why are we driving to some random park?” paige questions, for what feels like the hundredth time in the past ten minutes, not taking her eyes off the road.

You sigh, “I told you before, we’re going to watch some softball and teach you some of the basics.”

“But I know the basics! And I know that ump wasn’t calling strikes well!” she pouts slightly.

Rolling your eye at her delusion you pat her thigh lightly. “no baby, no you don’t. Now come on!” you state hopping out of the car once she’d pulled into a spot. You’d been lucky to know about the local youth ballpark. They hosted plenty of rec league tournaments for baseball and softball alike, perfect for when you had to teach your girlfriend.

“A youth park?” she questions, slightly mystified.

“Yup. You want to learn softball? You start from the littlest level. Which in this case is our ten U team!”

You gesture at all of the girls, each one dressed in black pants a bright pink jersey sporting a panthers logo on it. they were quite cute to watch, all of them throwing grounders and pop-flys to their partners, then giglging madly when it went between their legs.

Paige felt herself smile as well, “well at least their kind of cute…” she mumbles, letting you lead her over to a set of metal bleachers, where you watch the girls warmup and explain some basics to her.

“So first, strike range, where is that to you?”

“Erm I don’t know, maybe here?” she makes a vague gesture at her torso and puts out her arms to show home base borders.

“Not quite,” you tighten her square up, narrowing down the plate significantly, then pushing her zone from her shoulders to her knees.

Her jaw drops. “How the hell can you hit it there?!” she demands.

You shrug, “just the way games work baby, the umpire says the strike zone and we adjust to it. course it varies slightly to each ump, but this is the general zone.”

As you explain realization slowly dawns on her face, eyes widening, “so when I yelled at that ump for his calls…”

You nod sympathetically, “you were yelling at him for something that was my fault.”

“Ah.”

“And now, your going to see it in action. Because these ten year olds somehow know the basics better than my twenty-one year old girlfriend,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.

“Is this really necessary? I mean it wasn’t that bad…”

“Yes Paigey, it was that bad. Now let the little ones show you how to do it.”

She grumbles softly but watches none the less. Thankfully, she seemed to learn rather quickly. Not that it was hard, in tenU most pitches either went right down the middle, straight in the dirt, or right over the catchers head.  “Well obviously its easier to tell now when the pitchings this bad.” She huffs grumpily, failing to realize the pitcher was walking directly in front of her, and heard the comment.

“My pitchings bad?” whimpered the little girl, seeming close to tears.

Paige’s eyes widened and she shakes her head rapidly. “What! No no! your doing great im just used to seeing it at a higher level and I just I-“ she goes on rambling, as the girl tears up even harder before bolting away from the crowd. “Wait hold on- hold this for me!” she shoves something into your arms then proceeds to take off across the ball ground at full pelt after the little girl.

As you sit, you see the parents giving you a dirty look, and slowly want to crawl inside your skin and never see the light of day again. It felt like hours you’d been sitting there when Paige finally returned, surprisingly with the pitcher, who was holding a bomb pop and chatting it up with your girlfriend. Happily, she scrambled back to her mom, as your frazzled girlfriend returned to your side, burying her face into your shoulder.

You giggle, “what happened to my big tough girlfriend?”

“She made a kid feel bad and didn’t know what else to do besides buy her the biggest popsicle at the concession stand and swear up and down she didn’t mean what she meant,” she mumbled into your shoulder, looking red as a beet, as the little girl talked to her mom and sucked at her slightly dripping bomb pop. “And offering to get her lots of autographs, hope your teammates don’t mind signing a ball.”

You roll your eyes, as idiotic as she was your girlfriend was quite sweet.

“If we ever have kids, please help me not be an idiot.”

“You got it Paigey, you got it.”

Post game routine after a loss.

You walk into the apartment all but chucking your coat down onto the floor and forcefully ripping your keys of your neck. Uconn had been defeated in a 9-7 loss against North Carolina State. You hadn’t played bad either; hell you’d an amazing game. Only one ball managed to get through you and you’d been quick enough to nab it before the runner of third seized her chance to advance. You hadn’t had a bad day at the plate either going 3-1, you’d gotten a dead ball to the back the first time, which now hurt like a motherfucker and didn’t let you lean against anything without hissing. Second time around you’d buried a base hit into right field, making it to first without problem. Easily after you’d stolen second and then third, where your teammate managed to snag a double and bring you in for the third run of the game. The last at bat had been similar, except instead of a grounder it was a line drive that smashed into the pitcher so hard she dropped it, giving you just enough time to bolt into first base, nearly taking out the baseman as you did so.

So you had done well. Why were you so pissy about the game? Probably because your teammates just gave up. You didn’t know what the hell had gotten into them in the dugout, you got down by one run and all of a sudden it was like a giant raincloud was over the dugout. They didn’t get back up either, they lost the battle the second NC State was. It had been horrendous, and when you went out to take the field you knew everyone could tell. Obviously, you couldn’t carry the entire team on your shoulders (although you certainly had tried). And so you lost.

“Babe?” Paige called cautiously. She hadn’t been able to go the game, NC was a long driver and she’d had exams that week. She’d watched the entire game on tv and knew that after a game like that and more than twelve hours on a bus, you’d either be sobbing or ready to kill anything that moved or both when you walked in the door.

Paige appeared around the corner, blonde hair pulled into a loose pony tail, clad in Uconn sweats and her matching sweatshirt.

When you saw her you felt all of your anger start melting off, slowly turning into a giant pool of stress and sadness that seemed to weigh down your entire body. “Hey,” you rasped, exhaustion hitting like a brick.

Crossing the room in a few short strides, her arms were around you, pulling you against her chest and nose nuzzling against my hair. “You did so good baby, even if you lost. You were so amazing, I mean those blocks and the base running,” she mumbles softly.

You don’t reply for a moment, just grip her sweatshirt and sniffle into it.

“I know baby, I know it hurts, let it out.”

Finally your walls crash down on top of you, and Paige feels the first tears wetting the fabric. “I don’t understand it. I don’t know why they all just stopped caring,” you whimper confusedly. “We came to play at Uconn because we loved softball and wanted to win. But then they all just give up and look at me like I’m supposed to be some superhero who can save them all! And I can’t!” you fully break into sobs at this point, feeling every ounce of pent of feelings come crashing straight into the hoodie.

“I know sweet girl, I know,” Paige mumbles, pressing kisses to the top of your head, swaying slightly back in forth in a soothing rhythm. “You do so much for all of them.” truthfully she knew exactly where you were coming from, it was a feeling any sports team would meet regardless of how good or bad they were. “I’ve got you baby, I’ve got you,” she murmurs soothingly, not letting go of you as you clutch her sweatshirt like it’s a damn lifeline.

By the time your done crying, your eyes have puffed out and Paiges are reddened from crying right along with you. She hated seeing you like this, and honestly it reminded her of herself during basketball, on how badly she would take the fault for the error of the team. Your eye black had been ruined, tear tracks dripping through the cross shaped marks on each cheek. And your game hair was mess. Instead of two neat Dutch braids it had turned into a tangled rats nest both from playing softball and then tugging at it out of stresson the bus ride home, an old habit from when you were a child that you were certain you’d never break. “How about a shower yeah?” Paige suggests gently, “get cleaned up and get some food before bed, yeah?” she questions soflty. You had all the control in the situation right now, she would do anything to ease your feelings.

“Y-yeah a shower sounds good.” You agree, inwardly cringing at the way you stutter. You were a captain, you were supposed to be the strong and brave one of the team, the catcher everyone could always count on, not some cowardly girl who stuttered and balwed her eyes out after a loss.

Paige helped you get undressed and into the shower, turning it on to almost scalding hot, the way you liked it. Gently she began working the shampoo into your hair.

“Sorry about that…” you mumble under your breath. “Its been a long day I guess,” a lame excuse but whatever.

“Hey, no, no, no, no, no, no.” she states, putting more emphasis on each no as she goes. Lightly she grabs your chin tilting it up to look at her. “Baby, I know you hold yourself to a high standard but you are a human being, not a superhero. Quite frankly, your teammates are dicks if they can’t recognize the problem.”

You open your mouth to say something but she doesn’t let you get a word out.

“And before you start some big speech about how its not my problem and how I don’t need to do this I want to. So shush up and let me take care of you.”

You smile, a good real smile for the first time in the last two hours. “I love you Paigey, so much.”

“I love you too.”

The water sprays down your back, Paige’s hand blocking whatever shampoo suds threatened to get into your eyes. She grabs you both a towel, stepping out first and quickly wrapping you up. Then, not giving you a chance to protest, your scooped up bridal style and carried to your bed. She flops down next to you, smiling as you nuzzle into her.

“So, my girl feeling a little bit better?” Paige asks, pressing a kiss against your damp collar bone. She’d helped you change into pajamas, just one of her old hoodies then carefully detangled your hair, which had been a little messed up from its braids. Needless to say, a bit of one on one time and pampering had definitely helped.

You pressed closer to her, burying her face into her chest before mumbling a reply. “I’m always ok with you by my side.”

-This is sea otter anon, i just can't get to my emoji cause I'm on a laptop, but i swear im still sea otter (pls don't take me emoji i love it)

WOWWW you just get it every time babeee

this is beautiful i need more if you got it in you 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

[kooktrash]

Omg can u write a drabble about seven days to love Jungoo being sick and whiney (and attention seeker) and oc taking care of him ofc hehe 🥺🥺🤍

okokok im bringing him back since he’s such a baby. you don’t have to read SEVEN DAYS TO LOVE to understand this drabble <3

JUNGKOOK’S SICK DAY | jeon jungkook

warnings: none. straight fluff. sick jk. needy jk. 1.9k words.

Your relationship with Jungkook started off rocky and you take full blame for that. You had been too stubborn to admit that he wasn’t as bad as you made him out to be and over time you let him creep his way into your heart till he was pretty much the owner of it. Of course this dwill don’t mean you made it easy for good m but it was only because you knew he secretly liked your mean streak. Your boyfriend was sweet and so unbelievably funny practically all the time that it didn’t take you long to realize when something was wrong—take the other night for instance when you unintentionally made him jealous and snapped at him for it.

This morning was another one of those times when you noticed he was acting differently than usual. It was the most minuscule of things that caught your attention today but it was just strange. Typically, on mornings you didn’t spend with Jungkook at your side, he sent you a good morning text. Last night you worked late and had an early morning class today that it had just been easier to go back to your own place and not visit Jungkook since it was a farther drive from campus. You expected to wake up to one of his long and dramatic good morning texts that usually went along the lines of:

‘kook🖤: good morningggggggggg my angry little cinammon roll, idc if you hate the nickname, I love it bc I know it annoys u hehe. miss u’

It was very annoying but unbelievably endearing and you always responded with a:

‘you: pls stop calling me that, it’s so corny.

you: but morning, miss you too <3’

Today though, you woke up with nothing and when you checked his location out of curiosity if he was busy, you found him at home and ended up calling him.

“Hello?” His voice was groggy and tired which was unusual for him at this hour, it was the first sign that something was up.

“Good morning, I didn’t get my text today,” you said sitting at your vanity as you readied yourself for work. It was a little past noon and you had already gone to class and he had yet to reach out to you. That was strange considering how clingy your boyfriend usually was.

Jungkook lay in his bed, wrapped like a burrito in his blankets and phone on speaker lying on the pillow you usually used, “Sorry baby, I’m just waki—achoo!”

You paused, taken back by his overly loud sneeze and sniffle, “You okay?”

You’re not sure why you expected the big baby that Jungkook was to say yes when it was just so out of character. You should’ve known he would have responded with a whine, “No! I don’t feel good, a-and I want you to come over and make me feel better.”

“I’ve gotta get to work,” you said with a pout, “Joon would kill us both if we don’t show up. Did you call in yet?”

“I’m about to,” Jungkook said with another loud sniffle and cough that made you wince, “Please, Y/n, come over.”

“Jungkook, I can’t,” you said apologetically, “Taehyung is the only one working tonight and you’re already not going in so I can’t miss too. It wouldn’t be fair—“

“Y/n, come over!” You could practically see him kicking his feet in a childlike tantrum.

“Babe,” you released a sigh, “I’ll feel bad if I miss. I’ll come over right after, take something and sleep, okay?”

“I want you.”

“Do I look like cold medicine?” You asked, hearing him mumble a yes that made you smile in amusement, “I’ll see if we can finish early, I promise.”

Jungkook left you with a muffled goodbye and you felt bad just leaving him hanging but Namjoon was your boss and friend. He doesn’t like dating in the workplace but he’s fine with the two of you and you don’t want to take advantage of him or make him think you won’t put work first. He probably won’t like that you’ll miss work simply because of your boyfriend, so you got to work feeling awful for leaving Jungkook to fend for himself.

“So, no Jungkook today?” Taehyung asked from the stop of the stairs where his sound booth was. You shook your head no, “Don’t think he feels good.”

“Poor baby,” Taehyung pretended to wipe a tear away, “Well, thanks for coming in, I have a feeling he didn’t make it easy for you?”

“Not at all.”

kook🖤: 🤒😞

you: have you taken anything yet?

kook🖤: 😞

you: boy…

kook🖤: 🤧😞

“Y/n, tell your boyfriend to stop texting me,” Taehyung said suddenly, “He keeps crying that he wants you to go see him.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed in disbelief, “I didn’t know he was such a big baby when he’s sick.”

“The biggest,” Taehyung said with a shake of his head, “If you could stick around for at least another hour or two, I’ll let you go, but let’s just see how busy we get.”

The answer was, you didn’t get busy at all. Although you wanted to go over to Jungkook’s place right away, knowing him, he wasn’t prepared for a mile cold and you ended up going to the store to find some over-the-counter medicine and some easy foods he could eat. When you finally got to his place it was just before the sun could set and you let yourself in with the key he had given you a while back.

“Who’s there?” Jungkook shouted tiredly from his bedroom, “If it’s not Y/n it better be the Grim Reaper because I’m depressed.”

You rolled your eyes setting your bags down, “It’s Y/n!”

You heard intense rustling and banging from his bedroom until suddenly you were being confronted by Kaonashi from Studio Ghibli’s Spirited Away—you mean your boyfriend, who was completely wrapped up in his black comforter with huge bags under his eyes, “Jeez babe, you’ve definitely seen better days, huh?”

Jungkook made a whining sound as he opens up his arms and the blanket before dragging you into him, wrapping you in with him and squeezing tightly, “S-so cold.”

“Did you take anything yet?” You asked, feeling your feet lift off the ground just a bit with how he held you in a hug. You felt him shake his head no and with an annoyed sigh you asked, “Jungkook! I’ve been telling you all day to take something. How are you supposed to get better?!”

“Stop yelling at me,” Jungkook sniffled as you struggled to free yourself from his hold, “I’m sick.”

You released a sigh as you lifted a hand to feel his face and neck and sure enough he felt warm, “Have you eaten?”

He shook his head no with a pout, and you took a breath, “Okay, why don’t you get in the shower and I’ll make you something real quick.”

“Come,” he begged, grabbing your arm but you shook your head.

“No, I’m going to making you something to eat, hon, go shower it’ll help with your fever,” you told him and with an annoyed whine he left.

“So dramatic,” you whispered to yourself watching him shimmy his way back to his room still wrapped in his blanket and you smiled at how cute he was.

You didn’t start cooking until you heard the shower running and you hurried to make him a simple soup that he better like because you're not a cook at all. He’s making you have to learn because he’s such a big baby who forgot to feed himself.

Not even five minutes later was he back out, shuffling his way back to you and hugging you from behind. “That was not a shower, Kook. It wasn’t even five minutes.”

“It was a rinse,” Jungkook confessed, following you around the small space of his kitchen. You just sighed, “Okay, get in bed, it’s almost ready.”

He whined making you look at him with a scoff, “I didn’t know you were so bratty when you’re sick, you big himbo! I already left work early, I’m not leaving, I’m gonna take care of you so just go to bed and I’ll be there soon.”

Jungkook grumbled under his breath as he retreated, “Always so mean to me.”

When you got back to Jungkook’s room holding a tray with his food you found him face down on his bed, spread like a star fish pretending to cry, “Y/n doesn’t love me.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed as you entered his dark abyss, “You’re lucky you’re cute because I’ve never met someone this dramatic in my life.”

Jungkook smiled, rolling onto his back, eyes red and puffy, nose red and puffy, lips red and puffy, “You’re back. Come in bed and let’s watch a movie.”

“First, take your medicine,” you ordered as he took his remote control off the nightstand and began searching through Disney movies.

“Princess and the Frog or Tangled?”

“Jungkook,” you warned him as he talked to himself.

“Princess and the Frog, I completely agree,” he mumbled to himself, “You’re like Tiana, personality wise and I’m like Naveen.”

“You’re more like Louis,” you told him as you handed him the medicine and a glass of water.

“Did you just call me an alligator?” He asked with furrowed brows as he attempted to glare at you but he couldn’t.

“Big scary baby just like you.”

“So mean to me,” he mumbled as he looked down at the bowl of soup before letting his jaw drop.

Your brows furrowed, “What’s wrong?”

“Aren’t you going to feed me?” Jungkook asked cutely. As much as you wanted to smack him, he was sick and you owe it to him to be here. You want him to see you care about him just as much as he cares about you and if that means spoon feeding him to make him happy, you’ll do it.

“I didn’t know having a fever meant you can’t use your hands,” you teased as you blew softly on the hot soup before bringing it toward his mouth, “And you better eat all this because I hate cooking.”

“Yes ma’am,” he joked as he took the spoon finally and began shoving it all into his mouth, “So good, I should snap a picture and post this on Twitter—I mean, ‘X’, and tag Gordon Ramsey.”

“Shut up,” you laughed.

Once he was done, he threw himself back with a burp, “Wow I feel so much better.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“I do,” Jungkook nodded his head, “Guess I was away from you too long and my body couldn’t take it.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, “So dramatic.”

He laughed, “Kiss?”

“No, you're still sick, I could hear it in your voice,” you told him and he pretended to glare at you. “Y/n. Kiss. Now.”

“No—Jungkook!”

He tackled you onto the bed, putting his entire weight on you and trapping you beneath him, “Kiss.”

With a tired groan you nodded, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down until your lips met. Jungkook smiled into the kiss, making himself more comfortable between your legs, not wanting to pull away even when you gently pushed at his chest. “Okay, Kook, there, you already can’t breathe well with your runny nose, let’s not push it.”

“Mm,” he groaned, “Baby, I’m sick, you can’t keep pushing me away.”

“How can I push you away when you’ve got me trapped under you?” You asked, tilting your head cutely that he smiled, squirming a bit over you.

“Right, I forgot.”

You spent two days dealing with your sick boyfriend who was the neediest baby you’ve ever met in your entire life, but you’d do it all over again.

::.

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Unusual Requests

Daryl Dixon x F!Reader

Words: 1.2k

Season: 4

Warnings: Minors DNI SMUT, Thigh riding, dry humping, choking, slight voice kink

Request: "Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Daryl smut (already in relationship with reader) where Daryl's all soft and shy but the reader is very bold and kinky. Daryl's also very gentle during making love. So one day the reader asks him to behave like a typical southern redneck in bed, like be really rough and call her stuff. (you know like something Merle would call girls, like  just being gross and super horny) and Daryl obliges to her request and he is surprisingly super good at the dirty talking part and is like super super rough and fucks the reader till she can't form coherent sentences. Include choking and dry humping if you can pls 🥺"

Laying next to Daryl was the best part of your day, the feeling of his soft breath tickling your hairs on your neck was something to keep going and making sure the prison was in working order. His arms normally helped you stumble into a dreamless slumber except today that wasn’t the case. Your thoughts were filled with the argument you overhead him have, the southern drawl he clearly got from his brother. He was always aware of your attraction to him, albeit rather confused as to how you were drawn to him compared to Rick or any of the other members of the new community they were forming. Maybe that’s why he hovered around you when you were working on the farm with Rick, his eyes lingering on your ass, his lustful gaze that he wore. You knew deep down he wanted to take you in front of everyone but he wasn't like his brother, he wasn't like the people he used to hang around. You loved how he was so different, how he chose to listen to your body whenever you wanted it, how his gaze never lingered for long incase he made you uncomfortable. He was so unique and different to the others, never demanding or mean. But boy do you imagine it.

Daryl shifted in his sleep, his knee moving in between your legs. Your heat radiating onto it, you stifled a moan as he moved it against you until he let it rest as he blissfully drifted back to sleep. Your pussy thumped with arousal as you thought about him treating you like his brother would treat another, worried thoughts of how he would react if you asked him this fading as you pressed on his thigh. The hairs on his knee making a perfect texture for you to grind against, you could feel your arousal leaking through your underwear leaving wet streaks against his warm skin. You bit your lip hoping to rub yourself against him, the images and dreams of him treating you rough, his calloused fingers grabbing the surface of your soft skin as he held you beneath him. “Sweetheart?” you heard him grumble, his voice deep laced with sleep. The sound of it caused a soft whimper to leave your lips. His fingers grazed your size, causing you to shiver at his touch. “Are you alright?” he asked, moving slightly in his sleepy state, his leg pressing further against your heat. A loud moan erupted from you, your eyes screwed tightly shut as you tried to stay silent, not wanting to wake the rest of the cell block up. “What are you doing, girl?” he asked, confused in his sleepy state. Your hand gripped his wrist, dragging it down your body towards your pussy. You could feel him stiffen, his fingertips grazing the mess you had made along his thigh. “Help-” you whimpered.

Daryl slid his leg from underneath you, his body now hovering over you. “What do you need?” he asked, you could feel his cock twitching against your thigh through his fabric prison. “I need you to be rough-” you spoke, wriggling underneath him, upset he took away the friction that held you so close to your orgasm. “Are you sure? What do you want me to do” he asked, his eyebrows laced with confusion and concern. You never wanted to make the kind hearted man uncomfortable, but since the idea of him being rough is what got you here, you had nothing else on your mind. “yes - please” you begged. Daryl knew how to be rough, he just never wanted to do it, he didn't think you would want him to be the same. His palms held you down as he watched you squirm beneath him, you could tell he was having an internal battle, feeling his heavy gaze on your body. You were ready to give in, tell him it was okay and forget about having asked him.

Until his lips grazed your neck, gently biting at it causing you to groan. “If that's what you need- that's what you’ll get” he muttered. You felt his fingers tease your underwear band before pulling them down, the cold air hitting your sensitive pussy. His voice and grunts were still deep, closer to his original accent that was slowly starting to fade. The man wasted no time, his own underwear discarded as he nipped and sucked along your pulse, enjoying the way it quickened as he did so. Daryl was large, his girth stretched you out in the best possible way, so he slammed into you, leaving no time for you to adjust. Whimpers that left your throat became loud moans as he grunted in your ear. His large frame pinning you to the small bed frame, your hands pinned above your head. Normally he would let you touch him, decorate his back with new marks, covering the ones that held trauma. Except this time he wasn’t letting you, you struggled against his tight grip. His forearms flexed as he moved against you, struggling to keep your form still. “Love , I'll stop if you dont quit squirming” he grunted, his thrusts powerful but slow. Your moans grew louder as he quickened his pace, the upper floor of the cell block echoing with them.

“That's it- such a dirty girl, needing my cock this badly”

He moved his other hand, grasping at your throat gently. He squeezed, causing your brain to haze as he sped up his pace. He watched your eyes roll back, the tears forming as he fucked you harder than he ever thought. His cock twitched inside of you as you clenched around him, he could feel you loosen allowing him to push further and further inside your pussy.

“Harder, daryl”

His brain switched, the words leaving your mouth in a futile breathy attempt. You weren't sure he heard it, but of course he did. The man hears anything. The metal frame creaked as he adjusted himself, his knees falling under your ass as he leant back. His cock angled perfectly as he thrusted harder. “Oh yes!” you yelped, your encouragement spurred him on, his mind becoming drunk on your affection and pleas for more.

“Such a pretty little cock whore aren’t ya”

“Yes daryl- it's- so good”

He felt himself melt, become intoxicated by you as he thrusted harder and harder. The fear of hurting you melted with the sweat that glistened each other's skin. Your cheeks flushed, your nails scratching at his forearms. “That's it- just - a bit more-please” you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks.

His hand found its way to your neck, pressing it gently as he quickened his pace. His orgasm coming harder, his grunt lower and lounder. You held his wrist, smiling as the coil finally snapped, Daryl watched your face, how it glistened in the moonlight looking satisfied. The image burned into his memory when he finally finished inside of you. You could feel his streams of cum spill against your walls as he groaned lowly above you.

He slowly pulled out of you, moving to lay next to you again before bringing you in again firmly. He wasn’t normally one to cuddle after sex, but you could tell as your brains came back down to earth he was worried, looking down at the mess that was puddled in between your legs. “Hey- thank you, im sorry”

“It's alright”

“It is?”

“Mhm- i liked it” he smiled, gripping you closer to his large frame. You smiled, sleep finally overtaking you as your breathing slowly levelled out. You felt him kiss your forehead softly, before falling into a blissed out slumber.

[indouloureux]

(@ to that anon who requested eddie teasing the living shit out of reader to get her to tell him she likes him. i accidentally deleted your request and i'm so sad i'm making it up to you by writing this ily pls come back)

summary: eddie knows you like him and tries to get a confession out of you

eddie munson's been in your mind more than he used to.

it went from staring at him when he wasn't looking, to avoiding his gaze whenever he's looking. eddie looks like he's up to something, staring at you with those brown eyes that you dream about at lonely nights; and he's always got a smug smirk on his face everytime he's done so.

this day was the last straw for him.

when your locker door slams against the metal and ricochets in the desolated walls, eddie munson appears behind, scaring you like he would scare his poor friends during his campaigns.

"hey, babe," he winks, the epithet he uses renders you flustered beneath his perspicacious gaze. "i have something to say—well...more of a question to ask."

eddie's hand lays flat on the cold metal lockers, trapping you into going anywhere. you tug on your shirt as a nervous habit, looking at his nose. anywhere but his eyes. "shoot."

"ms. o' donell says i'm flunking her class again," eddie raspberries a little, waving his hand before it slaps on his thigh. his gesticulation makes you watch the way his hand rises, rings in a movement blur before they rest on top of his jeans. "she says i should find a tutor. and i thought, well why not i ask the smartest girl to ever exist tutor me. so i came to you."

is this a joke?

"oh," you quip, laughing nervously. "um, yeah, thanks...? i'm free later. i mean, i always am," you laugh. "but like, you can drive by and we can study 'till eight pm?"

"eight pm?" eddie frowns. "why so early, sweetie?"

"i-i promised max i'd jog with her early tomorrow."

"ah, right," he nods his head. "sleeping early. can't have my best girl lose some sleep, right?"

oh my god.

you feel like your eyes might pop out of your head, laughing louder than you expected to push the nervousness away to the back of your mind, maybe the compliment can come with. eddie pushes his hair back, biceps all thick and flexing, looking at you coquettishly.

"right!" you look at the guitar pick on his neck, swallowing the brick in your throat. "so, uh—"

"you look so pretty, today," his finger loops around a strand of hair over your shoulder, thumb caressing your silky locks. "i mean, you're beautiful everyday—"

"thank you, ed—"

"this one, though," eddie takes your hand, holding it in his own and relishing in his rough pads, and he admires the brazen silver ring around your middle finger. "is so fucking hot."

you squeak quietly, swearing that your face might be burning hotter than hellfire. eddie smirks, perfervid eyes on yours as he toys with the band before he turns your hand around and kisses the skull on your finger, matching the one on his (though not intentionally).

that made you realize that he's fucking with you.

"alright, munson." you cross your arms, jutting your chin out. "cut the bullshit."

"what?" he scoffs, still with the smug smirk. "i'm just sayin—"

"i know what you're saying. spit it out before i break your skull with these lockers."

eddie raises his hands in defense before he crosses them like yours. "a little birdy just told me you like someone."

your posture straightens. "a little birdy?"

"won't say who it is."

"it's dustin, isn't it?"

"yes."

"fuck," you rub your forehead, thumb and index rubbing your eyes in disappointment. "you shouldn't go believing what that kid says. he may be smarter than all of us combined, but he's a great liar."

"yeah?"

"yeah! he, like, kept a lizard who ate his cat. and then he lost it and lied to his friends about it? which put them in, like, a lot of danger. so i wouldn't believe him if i were you."

his tongue clicks, corner of his lip tugging up in a teasing manner. "hm. how come mike wheeler's in too?"

"'coz he's bald face liar," you step nearer. "he lied to his girlfriend about his nana getting sick."

"and sinclair?"

"max says he lies all the time."

eddie eyes you suspiciously, leaning back. "so you don't like someone?" when you shake your head, he sucks his teeth in and makes a faux disappointed sound. "what a shame. was planning to tell you i feel the same way, but."

he fiddles with the rings on his fingers, and your eyes widen and mentally kick yourself in the head. "what? what do you mean?"

"come on," he bites his lip, curling a finger beneath your chin, looking down at you with tenebrous eyes of intuition. eddie's other hand pushes the hair out of your forehead, coming back down to rest on his hips. "i know you like me."

as if stuck in the middle of the desert, wretched fate hits you with lightning as you stand in the eye of the storm, burning you with the realization that eddie knows the truth, and probably has been for some time now; especially with the eyes that soften like he's seen a flower risen from the winter ground, touching you again as if you're the most delicate flower to ever exist with frozen petals.

you grasp his wrist in an act of defense, not because he's hurting you but because you don't know what to say next. instead, you snort, looking away from him. "where'd you get that from."

"the little sheep. and you. you're so obvious, sweetheart."

a shock coming up from your body. eddie's other hand grasps the one you use to hold his wrist, clasping his hand around your fist so tight you're sure you'd see an indentation of skulls on your skin as a token of his heart taking over yours. "eddie—"

"you don't have to deny it, babe." he pouts. "just say it, then i'll go. and i'll take you out on a date."

you laugh at his gallantry. "alright, munson. you and your ego."

"you and your pride." he smiles, bringing your joint hands to his face and kissing your wrist. "if you decide to stop making yourself so hubris, you know where to find me, babydoll."

"you're such an ass, eddie."

"an ass for you, that's for sure."

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[alatusgf]

prompt 52 with sub ganyu?

☆ – Let Me Down Slowly

prompt: don't be afraid it's just me

featuring; sub ganyu & dom gn reader

info; the reader is not traveler, everything that takes place is consensual, reader has a vision, reader is an adult

cws; smut, consensual somnophilia

author's note; i love ganyu so much i hope i did her justice 🫣🫣 as always pls lmk if i need to change anything !! likes and rbs appreciated <3

art used is official art ! event details here

you've known ganyu to be an extremely hard working individual in the time you've known her, often working overtime and on the verge of falling asleep constantly. when she brought up the idea of somnophilia to you, you were not as shocked as people might have anticipated you would be. most people would presume to have a different image of ganyu in their heads, because of her shy demeanor, but you could read her like the back of your hand.

so when you came home today to ganyu fast asleep in the bed of your shared home, a note on your bedside stating she's okay with you using her in her sleep, you couldn't help get excited. humming to yourself softly, you moved to take off your coat and jewellery as well as your vision, and placed it on your nightstand next to ganyu's. you didn't want any of the sharp edges in your clothing to poke her and hurt her.

after disrobing just the outer layers of your clothing, you take off ganyu's skirt and sleeves, slowly moving to peel off her bodysuit next so as to not rouse her from her sleep. you didn't need to worry, however, your little qilin was fast asleep and you could hardly hold yourself back from pleasuring her.

once her bodysuit is off, you take a second to admire her. she doesn't wear a bra, only underwear below her bodysuit, you've teased her about it and she's always jumped to stammer about how a bra would look odd under the semi-sheer bodysuit, and you simply kiss the tips of her ears, tell her you think it's hot. her face flares it shuts her right up.

you kiss her on the lips once, then start kissing down her neck, nipping lightly. you kiss the top of her breasts, and start going lower, down her tummy till right above her panties. you hear her whimper in her sleep, as you skip over her core down to kiss and nip at her sensitive thighs.

ganyu fidgets in her sleep, you can tell she's already worked up. how cute. you slip off her panties slowly, deciding to settle between her legs as you slowly rub her clit. ganyu whines in her sleep, as you slowly start to push two of your fingers in her cunt, still rubbing slow circles around her clit. ganyu get's worked up really easily, it was easy to overstimulate her. as you keep dragging your fingers in an out of her cunt, bringing her closer and closer to her high, ganyu stirs.

her eyes flutter open as she tries to get used to the overwhelming pleasure she suddenly feels. you notice her waking up, quick to assure her, "shh it's okay darling. it's just me."

ganyu moans loudly, she was oh so close, and the way you curled your fingers just right each time and rubbed her clit was too good, the pressure in her belly finally broke as she came beautifully around you, panting, trying to catch her breath. her eyes, still drowsy, fluttered as you kissed her forehead and got up to get a wash cloth to clean her up. she was truly such a good girl.

[sunmoonjune]

SIT TIGHT IM BACK WITH BRAINROT PT.2 HOHOHO

ok ok the moments shared between mingi and bug during his night patrols are sO sweet they literally give me sugar spikes. when bug is hesitant to join him at first and all he does is smile and nod her in the direction of where he likes to nap. and then bug keeps seeking out his quiet but steady presence and eventually finds so much comfort in him that she also falls asleep. mingi is bootiful he's such a sweet gentle giant silently watching over ateez and bug. literally everything about their interaction makes me soft - yeo noticing and telling san that bug is ok bc she's with mingi, mingi hushing san when he walks out bc bug is sleeping, mingi going 'oh' when he realises just how significant it is that bug sleeps around him. bc this reminds me of mingi irl when his members or fans are telling him how precious he is and that he deserves everything and he's always so bashful and literally like oh! really? pls mingi is to be protected from everything

also im trying my hardest not to smile bc im at work LOL but when woo helps bug readjust her armour with the gentlest demeanour i just 🥺🫶 bc i like to think that in a parallel non-au, as prickly as woo is at the start, woo becomes the one who steps forward from behind bug to reach for that jar on the top shelf she can't quite get, he's the one to zip up her jacket and tuck a scarf a little tighter around her to keep her warm, he's the one to walk on the side of the street closer to the cars to keep her safe. woo's actions speak so much louder than his words pls i have so many feels and i haven't reached the chapter where he saves bug from the warg

this is also pulling bits from ltm out of chronological order but re-reading makes me appreciate again how much i love the use of matches and fire as a running marker that notates bug's growth and the milestones that she reaches. for eg there's bug's episode when hwa hums to break through the haze in her mind + bug following yun's voice and touch to resurface from her memories (bug tapping yunho? makes me impossibly soft). there's all eight members of ateez slowly joining the relay of lighting matches to extinguish the darkness in bug's mind. we have yun & bug finally confronting the elephant about his exile at the campfire. then there's bug slowly feeling comfortable enough to join the rest of the boys around the fire. also honourable mention to HWA ????? the way he made sure everyone was always facing the fire but also leaving a space for bug to give her full autonomy to join them should she wish. then later we have bug experiencing her first celebration with ateez and finally experiencing the innocent joys in life like music and dancing. and yeo is me i am yeo when bug SMILES AND RESTS HER SIDE ON HIS LEG

uGh the confrontation btwn the scouting group and the village soldiers got me weak-kneed (im not even going to start on san getting injured bc bestie we'd be here till midnight 💅 or the arvo ig idk time differences be real) ANYWAYS the boys all getting so angry and using their heights and positioning to protect bug Y E S bc we love this duality when normally we see them being the sweetest beans with bug <33

SAN.

'You may have cost Wooyoung his Yunho'. on today's episode of mythbusters: humans are in fact NOT 60% water bc yknow what moonie, i am only 2% water after all the tears that were shed.

CH 13-14 YESSSSS ALSO SOME OF MY FAVOURITES i think 13 was the update that made me discover ltm !!! woo has THE most goated entrance no one can convince me otherwise. from his battle cry to his primal snarls to his protective stance in front of bug *chef's kiss* 🤌🤌🤌 all he needs is his superhero suit. do you see this running theme that my brain automatically goes googly-eyed at moonie. PROTECTIVENESS IM TELLING YOU. and it's the fact that it's woo of all people saving bug. bc i also have this huge thing for emotionally-distant characters having their lightbulb moments and being like hang on i actually like this person i want to take care of them forever.

asdlkfgjkd woo saying 'let's go home' and carrying bug against his chest 💨✨✨ poof that's me disappearing into fairy dust. i swear i had the exact same breakdown about yun carrying bug like his lil baby in my last ask HAHA MY BRAINROT DOES NOT CHANGE 🧠 when you are retired i need a hundred-page thesis studying the differences between yun's hugs and woo's hugs bc the start of ch14 was not enough to satiate my feels. and it would be best if it also included data on the other 6 members of ateez. for research purposes of course

i feel so limbless reading ch14 bc bug resting against woo whilst communicating with her fingers is so impossibly sweet and cute. and then when she hears yun's voice and literally starts wRIGGLING against woo like omg im also wriggling in my seat because i can feel her joy so clearly !!!!!! her tired but happy little taps IM SCREAMING. reminds me of falling asleep in the car as a kid and waking up after feeling that turn just as you reach home. kid is bug, car is woo and home is ateez AMEN <3333333 🙌🙌🙌👏👏👏

can i have a yunho wooyoung sandwich hug too pls. + A YUNHO FOREHEAD KISS 👩‍🦲MY HEAD IS NOW SHAVED FOR INFINITE FOREHEAD SPACE. peep forehead kisses from me to you bc ily <3 thanks for reading through my combined 1.7k ltm brainrot

ONCE MORE I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR SUCH AMAZING COMMENTARY <33 I am kissing you on the forehead fr omfg <33

mingi was so careful during their first interactions and bug appreciated it SO much :") he became part of her safe space and he didn't even know it until san said something <3 also the way that yeosang already knew because he keeps such a good eye on bug and his partners?? had my heart beating fast fr xD

and OMG it absolutely does remind me of mingi irl <33 he's so precious when he realizes how much we love him :'D

WOOYOUNG <33 he was so gentle readjusting her armor and he so is the guy who does all those little things for those he loves omg my HEART <3 he definitely would be the kind of man who would gently redirect bug to the inside of the street so he could walk closer to the cars and he DEF makes sure she's wearing enough layers and readjusts them so carefully around her so she's warm enough AGH I'M EMOTIONAL,,,

hehe also the mention of fire is definitely one of my bigger metaphors!! in the published edition the title will have to do with fire as well >:D so many their important moments together have been around flame and so much of bug's healing eludes to the matches drowning out the darkness in her soul so it DEF is an important part of this story :D

also yes absolutely an honorable mention to hwa for that sweet action,, he definitely knew bug would approach them on her own, they just had to give her the space she needed to make the decision herself <3 and YEOSANG <33 one day he'd like to teach her to dance (that line is VERY important ;) )

hehe and I totally get the time difference thing xD it seems most of my followers are in different time zones haha xD

them protecting bug (and yun too <3 ) during that scene was so sweet,, they were not going to take ANY slander of them >:)

honestly one of my FAVORITE lines I've ever written was that one: 'you may have cost wooyoung his yunho' was so raw and only hits so hard when you understand the context behind it :") It was so angsty and I honestly only added it as an afterthought during editing but I LOVE it SO much

woo swinging in to save bug at the perfect moment and being SO protective had me blushing and kicking my feet -- I LOVE the protectiveness in writing xD and this was indeed one of woo's lightbulb moments hehe, he realized that he would be DEVASTATED if anything happened to her and so would the rest of ateez :')

AHAHA I will definitely have to get started on that thesis early then xD there is so much more data to collect in order to get an unbiased sample tho ;)) perhaps there will have to be more scenes of it in order to get a good poll >:D

OMG the relation to recognizing 'that' turn in the car ride home and waking up cause you know you're home to Yunho's voice alerting bug that she's home OH MY GOD THAT'S SO CUTE

hi yes I would also like a yunwoo sandwich as well!!! I have a sum total of like 11 dollars and I would risk it all for a forehead kiss from both xD

also peep forehead kisses from me to YOU hehe <33 this was honestly one of the sweetest messages I've ever gotten thank you SO much my dear <33 I will always always adore anything and everything you send so thank you so much again

drink lots of water and take care lovely <3

[friedbaekhyunandeggso]

Reason ~ ch. 17

Pairing: Female OC x Levi Ackerman

Tropes: Instructor x Cadet, Strangers to Lovers, Male MC falls first

Warnings: angst/slow-burn, strong language, upcoming smut(18+ readers only for those chapters pls 🙈), physical assault/violence, mentions of scars

Brief Summary: This story takes place a few years after the Fall of Shiganshina. Devon Alba is in her final year of the 101st Training Corps (844-847), due to her success as a cadet she gets the chance to meet Captain Levi. She doesn’t think too much of him until he catches her in the midst of doing something that she isn’t entirely supposed to be doing. But surprisingly, this leads to something unexpected...

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Monty walked out of his room in the barracks. He hadn’t been able to get any sleep last night. All he could think about was what division Imada had chosen.

They’d all find out today.

Suddenly he felt something at his feet. He looked down to see an envelope.

A letter?

He bent down and picked it up. His name was written on it in neat cursive.

Monty Loroya

He knew that handwriting. It was Devon’s. Just as his brows furrowed he was suddenly shouldered aside.

He glanced over to see his roommate, Rob, raise his hands.

“Sorry,” he grumbled–he obviously wasn’t a morning person. “You were in the way.”

Rob walked off in the direction of the dining hall.

Monty stepped back into their room and hastily opened the letter.

Hey Mon Mon,

It’s Devon–in case you couldn’t already tell by my handwriting. I know this is out of the blue but by the time you see this I won’t be at the barracks anymore. I plan on sneaking onto the last supply carriage out of town.

Things have changed. Thanks to Captain Levi it looks like I’m not permitted to be a Scout. I don’t know what his deal is but yesterday when I was called to Shadis’s office he informed me that Captain Levi rescinded my application to the Scout Regiment. Which is something he can do (apparently) cuz Commander Erwin sent him here to recruit cadets. I tried to talk to Levi after to change his mind but it was useless. Instead…I probably made things worse.

Anyway, Chief Shadis said that the Garrison and Military Police divisions are still open for me to choose from. But I refuse. You know I’d rather die than be an MP and I’m not interested in being a part of the Garrison either. I’ve decided to leave.

I know you're probably thinking-Devon what's wrong with you? How is leaving the solution you came up with? And to be honest-for both questions-I don’t know. 

I don’t know what to do with myself and I feel like shit about this whole situation. I honestly can’t believe this happened to me. I was so close to getting what I wanted only to have it snatched out of my hands at the last second…That would be my luck wouldn’t it.

I haven’t figured out where I’m going yet. I just know I have to leave. I don’t feel like myself anymore and I can feel myself slipping back into that dark hole that I was in before I came to the training corps and met you guys.

But-don’t worry-I’m going to try my hardest to do something with myself if I can. Not sure where to start but I promise I’ll try my hardest.

I know I should’ve waited till the morning and talked to you guys about this but I’m honestly too embarrassed to face you all. I don’t even think I could say any of this out loud if I wanted to so please try not to be too mad at me. I’m so sorry it had to be like this. Tell Imada and Keith I’m sorry too. Tell Imada I love her–even if she exposed the fuck outta me(she’ll know what I’m talking about)-and please convince Keith not to hate me Haha. Feel free to show them this letter–at this point I don’t care what happens. I just need you all to live long, happy, healthy lives.

I wish I could be there to know what divisions you and Imada chose. Eitherway, I wish you all the best. You all better kick ass at whatever division you pursue. That means NO being lazy (which I know isn’t an issue for you but for Keith, he needs a little push here and there).

Damn, I miss you guys already. I just need you all to know how grateful I am for each and every one of you. I would dream of having friends before and you guys made that dream real for me.

Thank you for being the best friends I could ever ask for. Please don’t worry about me.

All the best,

Devon

Monty stared at the paper in disbelief. He turned the paper over.

Ha, I knew you’d turn the paper over MonMon. I just wanna let you know that I took down Imada’s hair on purpose yesterday so you can SEE the beauty you're missing out on!!!!! Ugh, I know you don’t wanna tell her how you feel but if you guys end up being in the same division then you have to. OKAY? Okay. No excuses. You got this.

Monty flipped the paper over back to the front. His eyes grew wide as he read it over again and again.

“There is no way…”

“No way what?”

He spun around to see Imada in the doorway. She looked perfect as always. Her black hair in a neat plait at the nape of her neck. A gentle smile adorning her lips.

When she saw the look on Monty’s face her smile fell.

“What is it?” she asked with concern.

He handed her the letter.

The door to his office burst open.

“Does no one know how to knock anymore?” Levi muttered, the annoyance clear in his tone.

He immediately stood when he saw Imada looking the most disheveled he’d ever seen her. Her face was flushed as if she’d just been running.

“What happened?”

She placed the letter in his hands hastily.

“She’s gone.” she spit out, “She doesn’t have anywhere to go–”

He held up a hand as he sped read the letter. He flipped it over and read the back as well. Imada’s brows furrowed–she hadn’t realized there was a back.

“Tch.” He handed her the letter. Imada took it from his hands and read the back. She blushed furiously.

He grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair, “When does the last supply carriage depart?”

She blinked-drawing herself out of her daze, “A little after midnight.”

“Where does it head to?”

“I’m not sure,” She watched him slip a few things into his pockets, “You're going after her?”

“What else.” His deep voice rumbled. “She doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

For some reason, she thought it would have to take more convincing.

“Why did you do that? Even after what I told you about her?”

His head turned sharply to look at her dead-on, “Because of what you told me. You think that little story made me want to watch her sign up for her death? She deserves to live.”

“So you decide to take away her dream.”

“I’m not letting her die at the expense of an old woman’s delusional dream.” He gritted out.

“You're not gonna let her die at your expense either.”

He paused on his way to the door. He turned to look at her.

“If that were the case,” His gray eyes regarded her calculatively, “Would you judge me?”

She looked down, her eyes instinctively going towards the letter in her hands. She skimmed over the sentences written on the back once more.

“A little.” she murmured. “But I wouldn’t blame you.”

“Why not.”

“Because I don’t think you can help it.”

He looked away. She didn’t see the way his eyes darkened or the way he closed his eyes afterwards to picture her and breathe.

I can’t help it.

He opened his eyes.

“I need her to live.” Then he left without a second glance.

Devon ran into the alley, clutching her shoulder as she panted—completely out of breath.

She made a sharp turn into a smaller pathway. It reeked of trash. Garbage was littered everywhere.

She kept her back to the wall and peeked her head out to see if her pursuers were still after her. She pulled back and then waited a moment before peeking again.

Once she realized her pursuers were gone for good she sighed in relief. She slid down the wall and sat with her legs outstretched. She tilted her head back and hissed in pain when her shoulder grazed the wall.

She felt like she was back in the Underground again. Jobless. Displaced. Alone.

No one wanted her to work for them. People immediately dismissed her once they realized she was homeless. It didn’t help that she was starting to reek of trash since she hadn’t showered.

Even finding a safe place to sleep was hard. Random people would find her and scare her off—like what’d just happened now, for instance.

But then again, sleeping in someone’s shed probably wasn’t the smartest idea.

It was safer than the streets though.

She squeezed her eyes shut as her head throbbed. She hadn’t eaten for three days and it was starting to catch up to her. She mentally started to devise a plan of stealing from the nearest market.

She’d scouted it out earlier today. It was rather large. That would’ve made it easier for her if there wasn’t a garrison officer stationed at every corner. It seemed robberies were commonplace in this town.

“Fuck.” she groaned. Just thinking about the energy required to attempt to steal food made her exhausted.

With her eyes closed and her head against the wall, the lull of sleep pulled at her. She craved the beds at the barracks with a violent intensity. The other cadets might’ve found the beds too stiff but-to her-they were heaven.

In the midst of her nap the faint sound of ODM gear could be heard. She wanted to laugh.

Am I really missing the training corps that much?

Her brows furrowed when she realized the sound was coming closer. She opened her eyes and jolted upright when a shadow passed over her.

She looked up and saw nothing but a clear blue sky beyond the buildings.

“Over here.”

She whipped her head around to see Levi standing beside her. He wore a long sleeve gray shirt with black pants. He was equipped in ODM gear.

Her eyes narrowed. She hadn’t seen him since their argument in his office. Even though that argument had been merely days ago, it had felt like eons to her.

She’d had plenty of time to replay that argument in her head. Anger simmered through her at the sight of him.

“Come here to gloat?”

His expression darkened, “If you think I want to see you like this then you don’t know jack shit.”

She used the wall to hoist herself up, “Yeah, clearly I don’t know anything cuz I didn’t know the Scouts found me unfit.”

She walked past him down the alleyway.

He followed her.

“Do you plan on wasting your days in trashy alleyways forever then?”

Humiliation coursed through her.

She stopped and turned to look at him with wide eyes, “Does it look like I have another choice?”

His next words were the last thing she expected to hear.

“Come with me.”

She squinted—unsure if she heard correctly. The gentleness of his words also threw her off, “Why would I do that?”

“Because…you have no better option.”

She stared at him. He sounded awfully a lot like the creepy men she’d come across in the Underground. The men that would find her on the streets and try to lure her into coming with them. As a kid, she’d been gullible–she wasn’t gullible now.

She was suddenly consumed by the inane urge to run.

So she did.

She didn’t think; she just sprinted as fast as she could. Her feet pounded against the ground as she turned sharply—running further into the alleyway.

She breathed raggedly as she made another hasty turn. She didn’t dare turn around, even if her raging heartbeat wanted her to. She didn’t want to waste a second to possibly get distracted.

She was suddenly slammed into the wall.

Levi stood before her, arms flat against the wall. Caging her in.

“Stop running from me.” He hissed.

His chest heaved in and out—completely out of breath. His pale face directly before hers made it hard to properly breathe. The tip of his nose whispered along her nose bridge as he inhaled.

She was panting as she turned her face away. His black hair grazed her temple, the sensation momentarily distracting her from her throbbing shoulder. It had hit the wall pretty hard.

“You need medical attention. Food. A home. I can provide that for you.”

She stared into his cold eyes, “Why should I trust you? The only reason I’m here is because you betrayed me.” Her voice cracked.

“I didn’t betray you.” he said mutedly.

For some reason, she couldn’t catch her breath. That run had taken a lot out of her.

“Yes,” she rasped, “Yes, you did.”

“Devon?”

She didn’t notice that she had slid down the wall. He crouched before her.

Her head was starting to feel heavy.

His hand held her face upright, “What’s going on?”

“Lightheaded...” she whispered, while blinking slowly.

Her stomach rumbled. She wanted to laugh but she knew it would take too much energy. Even sitting took too much energy.

The last thing she heard was a quietly said curse before her vision went black.

She woke up to the smell of eggs. 

She looked around to find herself in a bedroom. It was impeccably neat. There wasn’t much within the room other than a bed and dresser.

She stood up and looked down at herself to see that she was still in the same clothes as before but the right sleeve of her shirt was ripped off and her shoulder wound was covered in fresh bandages.

She slowly walked out of the bedroom to see a small living room. Just like the bedroom, it was sparsely decorated and neat.

“You’re up.”

She turned her head to see Levi standing opposite of the living room in the kitchen. His back was to her until he turned around with a plate of scrambled eggs. 

She was mildly distracted by the sight of him in casual wear. He was wearing a black t-shirt and matching pants. A hint of his lean biceps peeked through his shirt-sleeves. The outline of the veins running along his arms could be seen even at the distance she stood.

He set the plate down onto the table.

“Eat.”

She took a step towards it. Her mouth watered at the sight. “D-did you make that for yourself?” she hesitated.

“I can make some more.”

She didn’t waste any time and sat down. She grabbed the fork and dug in. She could moan at how good it tasted.

She paused when he set down a glass of water.

She looked up at him, “Where am I?”

“Morlis.”

She remembered hearing a little about that town. It was a town between Ehrmich and Stohess within Wall Rose. 

She looked down at her food, “And…this place?”

“It’s my apartment.”

Her eyes widened, “You can afford this?”

He sat down in the seat across her, “Contrary to popular belief, Scouts do get paid. That's if you live long enough to get your paycheck.” he said, drearily.

His fingers tapped the table, “I also had some extra money from my Underground days.”

Her brows drew together, “You're from the Underground?”

He nodded.

“No way.” She blinked in shock. She then realized how little she actually knew about the man before her.

She wanted to barrage him with questions but she swallowed them back instead. She wasn’t sure if it would be proper to ask.

He leaned back in his seat, staring at something on the floor as he spoke, “You can stay here.”

She almost choked on a piece of egg. “What?”

“I barely use this place so it’s yours to use. But I still have a couple ground rules.”

She stared in astonishment–still processing his words.

He continued, “One, this place must always be clean. Two, do not enter the room beside the bathroom. Three… don’t ask me about Scout stuff.”

She swallowed. Her mind was racing.

He tilted his head, “Any questions?”

“What’s in the room beside the bathroom?” she blurted.

“It’s not really a room–more like a closet. There’s nothing for you in there. Your room has everything you need.”

“My room?”

“The room you woke up in.”

“Then where are you gonna sleep?”

“The Scout Headquarters are not far from here. It’s walking distance. I’ll be there most of the time so you won’t see me often.” He answered flatly.

“I’ll be gone for long periods of time whenever there’s expeditions so you’ll have the place to yourself. I still expect you to keep it clean when I’m not around.”

He continued, “I can give you money for food an-”

She stood up, “N-no, that’s not necessary. I will find a job. I have to…pay you back somehow. T-Then I’ll move out-”

“That won’t be necessary. I don’t need anything from you.”

“I can’t just accept this.”

He leaned forward in his seat, “You can, and you will.”

He looked away as he muttered, “Consider it my apology.”

She was quiet for a moment. Still absorbing all the information that had just been thrown at her.

He’s offering me his home? His bed? His money? Why?

“You expect me to just…live here?”

“You can find a job, a hobby, I don’t care. Just know any money you make is yours so don’t try to pay me back.”

“But Captain Levi-”

“Levi,” he corrected, “Just Levi.”

She was rendered speechless at that. His gray eyes didn’t budge from hers.

“Don’t answer the door for anyone and don’t invite people over. I don’t need anyone else knowing you're here when I’m not.”

“All of this…as your apology?” she whispered.

She saw his jaw clench, “I don’t expect you to forgive me but this should keep you safe for now.”

She shook her head, lost, “Cap-I mean, Levi, I-I don’t know how to thank you for all this. This is all much more…than I would ask for.”

“Don’t thank me,” he answered bitterly, “You’re only in this position because of me.”

A flash of remorse coursed through her as she remembered saying those words to him earlier.

“Wouldn’t just…allowing me to be a Scout been an easier option? I don’t understand…sharing your home-your room with me-I-“

It all felt so personal she couldn’t quite compute it.

“Maybe,” his voice was completely indifferent, “But that would’ve been a little hard to do after I condemned you to Erwin.”

“What?” her voice was barely above a whisper, “Commander Erwin? He knows I exist?”

“Tch,” The annoyance was clear in his tone, “He’s the one who sent me to the training corps to see you since Shadis wanted you to get formally recruited.”

He added, “He ended up letting me stay there because he wanted me to formally recruit others.”

Her eyes felt like they were going to bulge out of her body.

All that and he still saw me unfit to be a Scout?

“Did you?”

He raised a brow.

“Did you end up recruiting others?” she asked, a bit hesitant.

“No.”

Somehow that wasn’t surprising to her.

“You…condemned me to Commanded Erwin?” she asked in disbelief.

His hand on the table clenched into a fist.

“Yes, I-“ he cut himself off sharply before swallowing.

Is he…nervous?

“Look,” his monotone voice returned, “If you still end up wanting to be a goddamn Scout, I’ll try talk to Erwin. But I’ll need time to come up with a shitty excuse so don’t wait on it.”

She was silent for a moment, “You’d…do that?”

His gray eyes met hers and something in her tightened.

She couldn’t look away.

Something in his silver eyes felt like they carried the weight of the world but also…nothing at all. The longer she stared the more unreadable they became.

Her hands turned clammy and her heartbeat thumped erratically in her ears. Everytime he looked at her for too long she noticed her body could never handle it. It felt like someone was waving a lit match in her face-and yet-she still wanted to touch the flame.

She felt her face heat up.

Something in his eyes changed—she couldn’t pin it down but suddenly it became very hard to breathe.

The fork in her hand slipped through her fingers and hit the floor with a loud clang. She was pulled out of her trance.

“S-sorry.” she mumbled before bending down to pick up the fork off the floor.

She stood up and placed the fork in the sink. She glanced down to see that her hands were shaking slightly.

What is wrong with you?

“There’s more forks in the drawer to your left.”

She quickly clasped her hands together and headed towards where he directed.

She retrieved a fork and turned around to see him glancing down at his pocket watch.

He glanced up at her, “One more rule.”

“Yes?”

“My tea must always be stocked.”

[btsqualityy]

mins fluff 🖤 happy happy birthday kammie! pregnant mama min is sitting at the foot of her bed while yoongi is in their in suite brushing his teeth. while min is sliding her feet in her slippers, she hears an obnoxious knock coming from the bedroom door. she chuckles to herself because she already knows who it is.

min: who is it?

kam: it’s me!

min: me? there’s nobody named me who lives here?

kam: ugh, mom?! it’s the birthday queen!

min: come in 😂😂

kamryn peeks her head through the door with a big grin on her face before she rushes over to her mom. min gathers her in a big hug and presses a kiss to her forehead while she rubs her back

min: happy birthday baby 🥰

kam: thank you mommy 🥰 where’s daddy? he didn’t tell me happy birthday yet,

min: that’s because you just woke up 5 minutes ago 😂

kam: i turned 12 at midnight, technically he should’ve told me then. or at least 11:59! 😒

min looks at her daughter and laughs because she knows that she’s dead a serious

min: he’s in the bathroom kammie 😂😂

yoongi steps out of the bathroom and kamryn hurriedly walks over to him with the same grin she gave her mom when she peeked through the door. without a word she opens her arms wide and yoongi immediately scoops her off the ground for a big hug

kam: daddy?

yoongi: yes?

kam: do you know what today is?

yoongi: saturday?

kam: 😐

yoongi: groundhog day?

kam: daddy don’t make me cross my arms 🤨

yoongi tilts his head bag and laughs loudly at his daughter, amused at how she is a carbon copy of her mom

yoongi: happy birthday my sassy girl 😂🥰

kam: thank you daddy! can you believe next year i’ll be 13? i’ll be a pre teen!

yoongi: nope. you don’t get to be a pre teen. you have to stay this age until i’m old and grey.

kammie: ugh! but daddy you’re already old!

min let’s out a cackle and holds her stomach as she laughs while yoongi huffs and sets kamryn back on the ground.

yoongi: you’re something else, you know that?

kam: yep. you tell me everyday 🥰

yoongi playfully rolls his eyes and bends down to lay a kiss on her forehead.

yoongi: go wake your sister for breakfast, it’s your call so we can eat whatever you want before we get the day started

kam: you’re right! i have to wake unnie, she didn’t tell me happy birthday yet, unnie!

karmryn runs down the hall yelling for her sister while yoongi sits beside min. he pls es a hand on her belly and rubs it softly.

yoongi: how’s he doing this morning?

min: he’s been kicking me like crazy, i think kammie woke him up with her energy. if she’s this excited about being 12, just wait till she turns 16-

yoongi: why are you trying to give me chest pains this early? you know i nearly had a heart attack when she turned 10? the double digits hurts me the most!

min: i see where she gets her dramatics from 🙄

yoongi: ……😐 yn. she gets it from yo-

yoongi’s cut off by his daughters bickering down the hall

kam: unnie wake and wish me a happy birthday!

kins: i’m sleeping kammie!

kam: how are you asleep when you just talked!?

kins: ugh! happy birthday!

kam: now hug me!!!

kins: i’m sleeping!!!

kam: then close your eyes and hug me! and say that you love me!

yoongi and min crack up at the both of them before heading downstairs to make breakfast for their birthday girl 🖤

Kammie always makes her birthday seem like a national holiday and she makes everyone act accordingly 🤣🤣

[angsty-twihardxx]

Heartbreak Led Me Back to You | E.M

Chapter 5 | When It Rains It Pours

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 6 |

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary | You and Eddie were childhood friends, best friends even. When your life changes drastically you run away from Hawkins, leaving Eddie and Wayne without a goodbye. But when things go wrong she has no choice but to go back, a second chance for the two to finally admit their feelings.

Warnings | (18+) Adult Themes that some may find upsetting, mentions of abuse, alcohol/drug abuse, slurs directed at reader(f), swearing, angst, sexual references and eventual smut. Pls let me know if I missed anything x

A/N | Sorry it’s definitely been a while, I’m busy taking care of tiny humans,  and also working on an Eddie x Hopper! Reader fic ;) sorry if it’s rushed in advanced

Likes and reblogs are highly welcomed:) x

Taglist | @haylaansmi​, @aedicn​, @kimmi-kat​, @lil-quinnie​  (if you would like to be added to the series taglist lemme know x)

You should’ve suspected that today was going to be a bad one. From the moment your alarm clock stopped working, letting you sleep in for over thirty minutes. “Shit!” You exclaimed, jumping out of bed, getting Chris up and ready and out the door to the Munson’s trailer. 

“Y’alright?” Wayne questioned as he raised a confused eyebrow at his nephew, the both of them watching you fret over Christopher. Evaluating the current whirlwind that was you, merely a blur as you moved in a blur.

Sure, you had run late numerous times, this isn’t the first time you’ve bursted into their dwelling. You looked exhausted, most likely from the industrious work day you endured just yesterday. Not even giving yourself a day's break, needing to keep busy in order to be distracted from your ‘husband’.

“No time to talk– late.” Hastily you said your goodbyes, but not before stealing a piece of Wayne’s toast and running out the door before he could chide you into taking a break, to relax.

“That girl doesn’t know how to slow down does she?”

It was even better when you managed to get stuck at every. red. light. And to top it off, you couldn’t find a single park that wasn’t at least two blocks away. It really felt like the world was out to get you. Treading on the cement walk path you felt erratic, at the edge of a nervous breakdown. Maybe an intervention was what you needed. Just one more thing going wrong till you snapped.

The first half of your shift went slowly, any other day it would be a blessing. But no–you swore at yourself for complaining that it wasn’t fast enough, like an idiot. You seriously couldn’t enjoy the peace and quiet.

You realised you made a mistake when you got paged over to the ER. Then like a total shift in mood, it was so busy you didn’t even have enough time to gather your thoughts. Maybe this was just what you needed.

And of course it got worse. A part of you seriously wanted to be done with it all, to go home and snuggle on the sofa with your son and pretend that your life totally wasn’t falling apart. “Y/N? There's a phone call for you.” Amanda, today's receptionist called out to you as you were taking down patient notes. Worry flashed over your face, your brain began coming up with every worst scenario. The only person that would call you at work was Wayne, if there was something wrong with Chris. “Hello?” Your worried voice almost passed off as harsh, not that you really felt bad, with the day you’ve been having you couldn’t really care less. “Y/N? It’s Howard, we spoke on the phone yesterday?” 

Oh that's right, your lawyer, a Hawkins local who was very close friends with your parents. Someone that would help you just from the sheer fact that he considered you family. “Oh Howard! Yes sorry, I completely forgot. Is everything alright?”

“Well, that’s actually what I’m calling you about. I think it’ll be good for us to meet up as soon as possible. I was wondering if this afternoon would work for you?” 

“I mean, I finish in a couple of hours. Can it wait till tomorrow?” You tried to hide your agitation but you really didn’t have the time for this. “I know it’s inconvenient.” You scoffed lightly– yeah no sight. “But Michael is really trying to push this through. I thought you might also want to get this over and done with.” You realised he was right, if Michael wanted this so bad you might as well give in. The less arguing was better for your son. “Yeah okay, I can swing by after work.”

“Thank you Y/N, look how about we meet at the diner, it's more of a relaxing setting.” 

. . . 

You couldn’t actually believe this was happening, you were walking to go and sign your divorce papers. Michael didn’t even have the guts to come to you himself. He was the one that kicked you out and yet he’s the one that’s hiding away from you– pathetic. 

The door chimed as you walked into the diner, Howard was already sitting and waiting for you. He smiled an awful lot for someone who is handing you a piece of paper to end your marriage. “Did you want to order anything before we get started?” He asked over a plate of fries that were placed in front of him. “No, I’d rather get this over and done with honestly.” You replied uninterested, the man before you swallowing the fries in his mouth, dusting his hands awkwardly.

Noticing the heavy tension, Howard sighed as he retrieved the paperwork he had stacked neatly away in his briefcase. “If you want to keep this over the weekend to go over everything feel free, but please try and bring it to my office by the end of the week. He’s really been up our asses trying to get this all approved.” Howard adjusted his neck tie as he spoke, it didn’t surprise you– he was always impatient.

“It won’t kill him to wait for once.” You muttered, mindlessly going over the many pages, one in particular. It was hidden right near the end, a highlighted list, conditions. “Do you understand what this means?” Howard asked as he watched you gaze at the words in front of you. It seemed like all the words were in another language, you didn’t speak lawyer. “It means that you will have complete custody of Christopher.” He chose his words carefully, slowly. “I’m pretty sure I already do.”

“But you will be his sole guardian.”

‘Sole guardian,’ as in his only one, as in not Michael. 

“So what you’re telling me, he wants nothing to do with his own son.” Your voice was slow, precise. Feeling your stress being overtaken with anger. No– you weren’t going to let him hurt Chris like this. “These are his terms he had agreed too” 

“And if I say no?” 

“Look Y/N, I understand your upset but I recommend that you agree–” 

“No– Look Howard, you can tell Michaels lawyer or whoever that if he wants me to sign these, to grow some balls and see his son. Those are my conditions.”

. . .

Eddie sat comfortably on the sofa inside your trailer, a ritual for him when he watched Christopher for you. He never minded doing these things for you, he always did extra things like this– just so he could see that smile on your face. A part of him wanted the rest of his life to be like this, you, him, Chris and Wayne– their perfectly imperfect family. 

Yet tonight he found himself watching over the clock, and worrying about you– you weren’t here yet. You would always call him and tell him if minded staying and watching Chris for a little longer, and he always accepted. If it weren’t for Christopher telling him how he tired he was, Eddie would probably be alright, he totally felt out of his league. 

“What’d’ya need buddy?” Eddie croaked, kneeling down towards the small child before him who tiredly rubbed his eyes. “M’tired Eddie.”

“Yeah, okay–uh how does your mum usually put you to bed? Brush your teeth then bed?” Eddie let out a breath he was holding when Chris nodded, his small lips pushed together in a pout. Eddie thanked whatever gods for the few times you would briefly get Chris ready for bed when he was there for dinner.

“C’mon bud, let’s  get you to bed, yeah?” 

“Is mummy going to do it?”

“Uh, not tonight buddy, but she’ll be home soon. I’ll tell her to tuck you in when she does, alright?” Chris nodded sleepily, happy with his answer. He let out a tired yawn as he finished in the bathroom, holding his arms out for Eddie to pick him up off the counter– simply too tired to walk. 

. . .

Bright headlights shone into the glass window of your trailer, where Eddie laid awake on your sofa, the tv dribbling a bright white light over his slumped figure. He lifted his head off the pillow, waiting to see your figure walk through the door. When he heard the car turn off but no footsteps he sat up properly, maybe you were waiting for him to barge out and scream at you for being late, from what you had told him anyway it sounded like a recurring theme. 

He waited a few more minutes for you patiently, maybe you just needed a minute, work has been busier than usual. And you did seem really rushed this morning. Okay, maybe more than a minute, had you fallen asleep in your car?

With a groan he reached up to his feet, giving himself a moment to adjust to being vertical. As his feet hit the wooden planks that was your patio, his eyes squinted as he looked for your silhouette. When he didn’t he frowned with concern, making his way to your car. 

When he got closer he still couldn’t see you, but he could hear you. The muffled sound of sob coming from the back seat, “Y/N? Oh sweetheart.” He sighed deplorably, taking in the sight of you. Your small frame crawled into your chest as you hugged your knees, sobbing into your lap. Your face leaned into the crease of the seat, your back to Eddie who leaned into the car.  His saucer eyes took in how defeated you looked, he wished he could make everything better. “Come on, let's get you inside sweetheart.” He patter your thigh, using his other hand to beckon you out with him.

With a sniff and a quick wipe of your tears you joined him, not yet ready to say anything about the horrible day you’ve had. You wanted to just enjoy being next to him. Eddie, being the perfect gentleman that he is, opened the door for you. Bowing and extending his arm for you, a small huff of air fell from you, Eddie could swear that he just made you laugh– but you weren’t going to let his ego get to his head. 

“You go lay down, y’want some water?” Eddie asked softly, taking another step towards you lifting his larger hand to gently tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. You took a deep breath, taking in the familiar smell that was Eddie. The faint smell of cigarettes lingered behind what was unrecognisably your son's strawberry scented toothpaste. You chuckled at the thought of Eddie helping your son brush his teeth. “Sorry I was late, that you had to put Chris to bed on your own.”

“Stop apologising! We had a wonderful time, even when Chris managed to get his toothpaste in my hair.” Eddie chortled as he placed his hands on your shoulder, guiding you slowly through the hallway towards your room. Knowing you, you’d probably stay up all night being upset, a habit of yours since you were a kid. “But I’m his mum, it should be me doing it.” You sighed as you fell onto the edge of the bed, watching Eddie as he did a quick take of your room. He hadn’t been in before, no reason until now to go in. It was– plain, it wasn’t loud with colour like your sons, devoid of any personality. “Hey, that doesn’t mean you have to do everything on your own, you’ve got me and Wayne.” Eddie quickly moved to sit beside you, his words came from a warm place, you knew that.

Though you couldn’t help the sad feeling coming back again, because you were going to be on your own. Even if you didn’t always get along you at least had Michael, he was at least there for Chris, but now he was leaving the both of you for good. Eddie and Wayne meant well but it was different, you couldn’t expect them to do everything. It just wasn’t the same. And here comes the tears again.

“You don’t get it, I am on my own, I always have been. My own parent’s left me and now my husband is leaving me!” You sobbed into your own, not caring how silly you looked. 

But Eddie never thought you looked silly, ever. Instead he held onto you tightly, bringing you into his chest. “C’mon, why don’t you tell me what’s going on love?” His voice was soft, contrasting his usual brass voice, his hand rubbing comforting circles on your back. “Michael filed for the divorce, which is fine- he’s an asshole. But he wants nothing to do with Chris, like absolutely nothing.” You cried into Eddie’s shirt, a damp patch developing on his shoulder. For a moment, Eddie didn’t know what to say to you that would make you feel better. “Shit, Y/N I’m so sorry.” 

There was a beat of silence for a moment, the two of you just holding yourself close to one another. “But uh- you know that I’m always going to be here, no matter what.” 

“Eddie, could you stay here with me tonight? I don’t want to be on my own.” 

In that moment, all Eddie saw was you when you would tap on his window late at night in the pouring rain. When it seemed that the world was against you, you could always come to Eddie without judgement. He would without a doubt always capture you in his warmth, the safety that was always Eddie. 

“Of course.”

. . .

You didn’t have the strength to endure a warm shower, you knew that tomorrow morning it would be all the more rewarding to feel the scalding water on your skin. You did at least change into your pajamas though, retreating to the privacy of your bathroom to change. 

Eddie then slid into the bed beside you as you returned, your bodies were inches from one another, but not touching. You could still feel the heat radiating from his body, you wanted nothing more than to touch him, have him touch you all over. 

Instead you rolled over to face him, the moonlight casts a white glow over his cheekbones that bunched together into a smile. The two of you looked into one another, waiting to see what would happen next, no one daring to make a move. “It’s been a while since we’ve done this, hey.” You joked making Eddie chuckle, his movement made your arms graze on another. Your arm burning at his touch, you craved his contact.

 Eddie must’ve known this, reaching his arm out over your shoulder and pulling you into his chest. His lips finding its way to the top of your hair. “Eddie,” you reprimanded, “I probably smell like a hospital.” You whined into his chest, hearing him take a deep inhale pressing his nose into your hair, making you laugh. “No you don’t, you smell like Y/N.” 

“Oh and what do I smell like?” You dared him to answer, raising your head out of his chest to look at him. “Well, you uh smell like–” He dragged out, taking another whiff. “Hmm, I’m getting a hint of watermelon?” 

“That would be my shampoo Eddie.” You giggled into him again, just enjoying this. The two of you are tangled in Eddie's arms, totally just enjoying being next to one another. Eddie let out an astonished ‘ah’, like you had just given him an important piece of information. 

The two of you laid together silent, for the short moment you saw his lips under the small light and wandered what it would be like to have them on yours.

“Hey Eds, what do you think you would do if I kissed you right now?” Your question took him by surprise, freezing him in his spot. Hell, you even surprised yourself. He hoped that you wouldn’t hear how fast his heart rate accelerated. “I uh- we ah– why do you ask?” He stuttered, you had completely taken him aback. Suddenly feeling embarrassed you tried to take it back, “You can say no Eddie, y’know if you don’t want t–” 

“No, I–I want too, trust me. It’s just your feeling alot of emotions right now, I don’t want you to regret it later is all.” 

“I’ve wanted to for years, I think I’ll regret more if I have you here with me and don’t kiss you.” You spoke truthfully, your face still pushed against Eddie's chest, your eyes watching for his reaction carefully. Just waiting to see how he would react, the smile that grew on his cheeks settled your panicking heart. “So this was all a huge scheme to get me in your bed? Wow Y/N, I can’t say I would expect this from you.” He feigned offence as he gently pushed you away from his embrace, making you let out a shriek. “Okay, you know what?”

You grasped his cheeks in your hands and pulled his lips onto yours. Kissing him was everything you had always thought it would be, messy, hungrily. He leaned forward, deepening the kiss.

He answered your question by wrapping a strong arm around your waist, lifting up against him. You snake your arms around his neck, about to pull yourself on his lap when you feel his hands gripping yours. Eddie gently pulled away from you, a quiet sigh escaping from your agape mouth. “Hey, as much as I enjoyed that,” He threw a playful smile your way, minimising the embarrassment. “Let’s just take it easy tonight, yeah? I just want to enjoy having you close to me. Also you're still technically married.” He threw a gentle chuckle your way, letting you know– this is okay. 

You nodded, contempt with yourself as you scooted back facing him, allowing Eddie to wrap his arms around your middle. His head now tucked into the crook of your neck, god you’ve waited so long for this. 

“Night Eddie.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

[lazywerebat]

Space Knight !

Marko x Male! Reader

Modern & Astronaut Au!

warnings; Marko having anxiety & panic attacks ( if i missed smth pls let me know )

summary; Marko survived being staked by Edgar. In 2000s he met Reader, they fell in love & got married. Reader is human and knows Marko is vampire but it isn't mentioned.

a/n; english is not my native language so some sentences might not make sense!! i tried to combine two of my interest, The Lost Boys & space!! if you have some writing tips, that would help :))!! This is Modern Au, it can be any 2000s year you have in mind!!

word count; 3.3k

After horrific events that happened, Marko never thought in his life that he would be standing on ground alive again with you, hell he didn't knew he was going to marry a man with well known consequences.

Marko spends full six months without you in cave. He's really trying to feel happy for the man he's in love with. He knew that his husband being an astronaut always meant spending time away from each other but he feels lonely sometimes. Somehow he always finds himself waiting for a call, no matter if its in daylight or night time, cause he'll find a way to talk to you even if it means killing him again, he waits, despite not promising to. His anxiety would built more and more knowing his husband is somewhere a far away from atmosphere is eating him up until he founds himself crying or calling one of boys for comfort. Only into few weeks drove him to more insanity than anything could. He would in panic go to one of boys in cases of

"What if he forgets to eat, he always does that!? What if its too cold up there? Do they sleep up there?".

In the end Marko was an anxious mess when it came to his husband and boys managed to calm him, well for a while though. They made him a promise to stay close by to wiped his tears away

"Y/n's going to be fine. You know that he's been training for this."

davids voice was calming and soft to not made him more worrying than he already is.

"He'll be back, before you can say cookies."

added Paul, Marko has never failed to lighten up every time he gets an video call from Y/n. He could listen on hours till end on whatever adventure Y/n was, all crazy things he saw and how there is no gravity at all and hell he would even listen Y/n talking about moon rocks at this point.

"Hey, is everything alright?"

said Y/n worryingly looking at Marko.

Marko was almost in tears when question was asked.

"What? No? Nothings– no, everything is alright. Why wouldn't it?"

said Marko with a shakey voice trying not to form tears while look at his husband. Y/n frowned, possibly looking at any hints that something is wrong with Marko

"You're just so quiet today. Somethings up. Is everything okay without me?"

he slightly narrowed his eyebrows.

"Just missing you."

said Marko looking everywhere but his husband. Ignoring Y/n's confusion, silence between them felt comfortable and comforting.

"Hearing your voice is favourite part of my night so listening to you talking about your adventures in space is amazing."

said Marko giving in and letting his eyes trail back to meet Y/n's, whose having a trouble holding up a smile.

"Youre such a halfwit."

said Y/n teasingly.

"HEY! I was having a moment with you and this is how you reply?? I demand kisses at this very moment."

Marko as Marko still made sound of offense.

"Three more months, moonshine."

Y/n said laughing softly and lightly.

"After all this is over, you can have all kisses in world from me."

Suddenly Y/n turned away from video call for a moment before turning back to Marko.

"I'd like to come home to my bright star."

said Y/n smiling at Marko.

"I love you so much Y/n."

said Marko with warm smile.

"I love you too Marko. I'll be home soon."

said Y/n blowing a kiss to Marko before turning off a video call. After this video call Marko knows that he'll be over and over anxious mess till his space knight is back.

[harrystylesslutt]

can you write where the reader and harry get into an argument while h is in his subspace and the reader says something mean but doesnt realize he is and he starts crying, and she goes to cuddle with him or something pls?? with mommy kink and him sucking on your breasts. love your writing <3

yes omg i love that concept!

warnings: angst, fluff, mommy kink.

You had been having a hard day at work so all you wanted to do was go home, watch a movie and relax.

When you got home you saw harry napping but you didn't wanna wake him so you ate alone in the kitchen and then settled yourself on the couch, putting a horror movie on.

After a while you heard footsteps coming down the stairs, you tilted your head to find a sleepy harry rubbing his eyes and yawning.

He smiles when he sees you and walks over to you, pulling the blanket off your body and replacing it with his own.

Harry didn't want to tell you that he was feeling subby, not wanting to sound needy cause you were obviously tired.

"Why didn't you wake me" he pouts and presses a quick kiss to your lips "I saw that you were napping and didn't wanna wake u baby, y'looked so peaceful" you said while stroking his hair.

He smiles and nods, and rests his head on your chest to watch the movie with you.

Unlike you, harry wasn't enjoying the movie you felt his arms tightening around you and his hands clutching your shirt every time someone screams. He then suddenly yelps when a scary scene comes on and pulls the blanket over his head.

"Can we please change the movie mo-lovie, it's scary" he whispers, still hiding his head under the blanket.

"It's supposed to be scary H, it's a horror movie" "I know but I'm scared, not gonna be able to sleep at night". He says, his voice even lower than before, now putting his hands over his ears to cover them, not wanting to hear the noises coming from the tv.

"for fuck's sake! I'm enjoying the movie harry! If you don't want to watch it, then just leave and wait till the movie's over!" you say a little too loudly, but in this moment you were finally letting out all the anger you had in you all day so you didn't really notice.

"But-" he whimpers, his voice shaking, you cut him off "But nothing! I didn't even tell you to come watch! You just clung yourself to me, and that doesn't mean that I should change the movie I'm enjoying for you!"

He feels his eyes tearing up at your words so he quickly gets off of you mumbling a low "sorry" before running back upstairs and slamming the bedroom door shut.

You let out a sigh and shake your head at his dramatic reaction and keep watching the movie.

After the movie is over, you get up, turning the tv off, before going upstairs to the bedroom. When you get to the door you hear sniffles coming from inside and worry washes over you. You didn't make him cry right?

You slowly turn the doorknob, relieved when you realise he didn't lock the door. When you open it all the way, you see a sight that breaks your heart.

Harry was sitting on your shared bed, hugging your pillow and sobbing uncontrollably.

When you walk to him, you slowly place your hand on his back, not wanting to make any wrong movements, cause you knew that you overreacted and this was your fault, but you just didn't get why harry was crying this hard over something like this.

"Baby?" you whisper, guilt and regret filling your eyes. He finally looks up you, trying to control his sobs. His eyes were red and puffy from how much he was crying.

"Harry baby talk to me please?" You say while slowly removing the pillow from his arms, and wrapping your own around him.

He rests his head against your chest and hugs you, "Mommy am I that annoying?" he whimpers.

That's when you finally understand what's going on. He was in his sub space. All he wanted to do was to be close to you but you yelled at him and basically kicked him out of the room.

"Angel, why didn't you tell me you were feeling subby?" You mumble before pressing a soft kiss to his head.

He sniffles before speaking "Didn't want to annoy you more than I already do, y'looked so tired, I didn't want you to worry about me"

You tighten your arms around him at his words, "I'm so so so sorry baby, you're not annoying, I was just so overwhelmed with work and I just kinda took it out on you, please forgive me angel, I love you so much"

He lifts his head up to look at you and smiles "I forgive you, I love you too mommy" he leans in to kiss you, when your lips touch his, you feel him relax under your touch and sigh into the kiss.

When you both pull away he whispers "can I have a proper cuddle now? I missed you today mommy, so so much" he pouts when you pull away, thinking that you were going to decline his request, but smiles when he sees you resting against the headboard, opening your arms for him.

He crawls up to you and sits on his tummy between your spread legs, you feel his hand toying with the hem of your shirt and then you see him looking at you and you immediately realise what he wants so you pull away slighty to take your shirt off, throwing it away somewhere in the room.

He cups your tits with his hands before wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples, closing his eyes and sucking it gently, his hand resting on your other breast.

You rub your hands up and down his back, and adjust yourself to find a comfortable position to sleep in.

The action makes your nipple slip out of his mouth, so he quickly opens his eyes, whimpering at the loss of contact. You don't seem to notice so he whines "mommy".

You look at his now teary eyes "aww baby it's okay, I'm sorry I was just getting comfortable c'mon let's go to sleep yeah?"

He nods slowly, taking your nipple back in his mouth, sucking softly while you play with his curls.

You whisper a low "night angel" when you feel yourself falling asleep, and you notice that his mouth isn't moving anymore which means that he's already sleeping.

After a while you feel him shift the hand that was resting on your breast to hold your hand instead.

You smile to yourself and kiss his head one last time before drifting off to dreamland.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this tbh. request for more <3

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[cosmic-waves7]

Dazai x reader but this takes place when dazai was in the port mafia and the reader is mori’s daughter and the reader is 5 months pregnant? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want 😊

Note : of course I'd love to do this request bub, also I'll assume the child is dazai's while writing.

At this point in time, dazai doesn't care much about anything.

Nothing matters, no one matters.

Except for you.

Suicide plaugues his mind, guns fill his pockets and blood stains his fingers.

Other than that, you're the only exception for being his object of affection.

So imagine his surprise when finding out about your pregnancy.

"I'm five months along."

(;ꏿ_ꏿ;)

Dazai.exe has stopped working-

After the initial surprise he'll maintain his usual air of calm and just nod along but internally he's reeling.

Clearly, he's going to have to start making space in his life for somone new.

Lots of space for that special someone.

It's going to get a bit messy, full of change and uncertainty.

But since he truly cares for you and is trying for his own child he won't be leaving anytime soon.

I know he doesn't look the part and it doesn't seem like he gives the child much thought.

But he's just a bit emotionally constipated (〒﹏〒)

He had been left to fend for himself at a much younger age and become who he is today.

He's not leaving you or his little one behind like that.

But it's going to be a long journey while he learns.

He's not stopping though, just for you and only for you.

(◡ ω ◡)

Mori is obviously going to be slightly pissed but supportive nonetheless.

Might initially try to isolate you from dazai but would quickly learn that the bandaged port mafia executive would stop at nothing to have you.

Mori wouldn't think of harming the child growing within you at all, he can slightly relate when it comes to children and knows you would lose all trust in him if he were to ever even think of hurting the baby.

Besides, he's your father above all else and he's a total softie when it comes to his own kin so convincing him will be a bit of a challenge but not impossible.

"Think of all the play dates the little one could have with Elise."

(ʘᴗʘ)

He trusts dazai more than anyone else in the port mafia.

And considering dazai's carelessness he wasn't all that surprised it happened.

¯\_༼ ಥ ‿ ಥ ༽_/¯

Moving on-

Soon enough dazai will be making even more time for you, always ensuring tight security around you at all times.

Sweets, this man will barley let you out of his sight.

I don't think he'll let you out of the port mafia lair for the first month-

Might even suggest permeant bedrest our of underlying worry.

You're going to have to tell him that's not good for the child.

Pls comfort him. He's strict because he's nervous since you're both important mafia members so danger is already an apparent possiblity in your child's life.

You'll always find his hand smoothing over your lower back and pressing you into his side when walking.

Will arrange diffrent sleeping quarters for the both of you, away from everyone else in the port mafia.

Mori probably suggested that to him.

Dazai will be on high alert when you're out, going as far as snipers if you don't stop him.

He doesn't mind your hormonal outbursts and morning sickness although he tends to avoid being there when it happens.

Understands that you're going under a lot of demanding body changes so he won't complain as much.

He'll still tease and poke at you with his usual charisma.

The one thing that will never change is how immature he can get just to lighten up the mood.

(・∀・)

Might read to the baby out of his suicide book as a joke.

Slap him pls

He's going to leave all the baby preparation stuff to you honeslty.

Baby shower, nursery decoration and supplies will be left for your choosing, he'll simply hand you a black credit card and let you pick as you like.

It's things like this where he doesn't engage a lot but is still more behind the scenes.

This is no white picket fence life you both have but he'll make it work in other ways if he can.

Silently kisses your forehead or discreetly instruct maids to clean you up with a flick of his hand before heading off to missions.

If you're stressed, he'll pull you aside and won't leave till you're level headed.

Might even annoyingly point out it's not good for the baby with a cheeky grin.

It's his way of showing he's been searching and reading up about all he can.

Or he's just been going to oda for tips.

Dazai will give you what you need physically but you"ll need to nudge him occasionally for more emotional and sentimental aspects.

He tries his best though

(^～^;)ゞ

Late at night he'll rub his fingers across your belly, looking almost curiously and wondering what to do when the baby is born.

Reassure him during those moments though actions showing you care.

Whether it's by pressing little kisses to his bandaged eye or slipping your fingers through his hair as he lays his head in your lap to avoid your tummy.

He needs to be grounded into the role he's about to take as a parent and helping him through it is a must.

But don't fret too much, soon enough you'll reach a balance that both of you understand.

He still loves you and your baby no matter what happens and he'll prove it no matter what.

Even if he might have odd ways to show it.

(*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

[mammor0n]

human | solomon x reader

based on lesson 46-12, so spoilers if you’re not up to it. if you know u know 😉 MC is gender neutral ✌

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: softcore smut, not rly explicit and it doesn’t rly start till abt 1k words in but it’s still there. also like one swear word. plus it’s nearly 2am so if there are typos etc. pls forgive me, i’ll give it a read through when i wake up to fix ‘em (probably)

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You awake to a shuffling sound in the corner, and a year of living with seven demons has left you with more sense than to just ignore it. Still half asleep, you squint into the darkness and sigh an incoherent mumble.

“...oh, sorry. Did I wake you?” Solomon asks, voice barely above a whisper.

It takes you a moment to remember where you are; in a cramped motel room in a world that doesn’t really exist, undertaking a trial for your goddamn magic license, which somehow did exist, and the master to your apprenticeship waking you up as though this circumstance wasn’t the stuff of a fever dream already, or some twisted fairytale that slipped the works of Hans Christian Anderson.

“Mm… it’s fine. What’s up? Can’t sleep?” you sleepily slur.

“No… it’s weird, you know? After all that walking we did today, I should be really tired.” Although his voice is even, Solomon’s face echoes a vestige of sadness; loneliness only exacerbated as he continues. “As I watched the twins earlier, I couldn’t help thinking… they’ve always had each other. It’s just natural for them. And even though they don’t say it outright, you can tell how much they trust and rely on each other… it must be nice, you know? To have someone like that in your life. I guess even if you live for centuries on end, there are some things that can always elude you.”

Blinking away remnants of sleep, you push onto your knees and crawl a little closer to him. He sits on the edge of the bed, and you hear it creak as it dips beneath him, the motion pulling you towards him like gravity itself.

“Hey… you have me. You always will, okay? You’re not alone… you have people who care about you,” you protest, and Solomon chuckles.

“Thanks, MC… you really are nice. I’d like to have people I care about, and who care about me… especially if one of those people is you.”

You exchange a smile lit only by the dim streetlight spilling through the weathered, yellowing windows. Solomon’s eyes don’t leave you, and there’s a softness there you’re not accustomed to.

“Hmm… you know, going to sleep in an inn room and then suddenly waking up in the middle of the night is another staple RPG scenario, isn’t it? And usually at times like these, you can expect some sort of really important story event to take place. So what do you think, MC? Is that what’s about to happen here..?”

His eyes find yours, capturing you in a warm a gaze you wouldn’t dare to break; you become all too aware of the sound of your shallow breathing, and rise and fall of your chest, the lump of your thrumming heart in your throat. The air smells like dust and ash, with remnants of smoke from the fireplace curling around the ceiling as the tendrils creep into the cracks between the wood. Your eyelids are heavy, yet sleep has surely relinquished its hold on you. 

Solomon is quiet as he looks at you questioningly; murky blue eyes seem to bore into your soul, and in this light, with his hair messy and wearing a loose shirt and cotton pants, you’re jarred by the reminder of his humanity. Now that the magic and jewellery and smirk has been stripped away, you’re left with warmth, sincerity, and something so purely human that you’d never seen in him before. It was something about his eyes, or maybe the bob of his Adam’s apple, the hints of five o’clock shadow carving his jaw, the slight flush blotching his cheeks. At this moment, he isn’t a powerful sorcerer to whom Asmodeus himself is beholden; he’s a person. A human. Two humans sitting together in an inn room with lights off, tangled in scratchy bedsheets as breeze rattles the windowsill overlooking the flame-lit cobbled streets outside. Like something out of a fairy tale.

You’re so lost in his eyes that you forget to speak, and a teasing smile slopes his lips, although the corners of his eyes are just a little too tight, his breath just a little uneven. He swallows, licks his lips…

“Does that look in your eyes mean I can kiss you?”

You reply by crossing the small distance left between you and kissing him. After a stuttered breath, Solomon kisses you back, leaning into you and deepening the kiss as his arms slide around your waist. Once he’s started kissing you, it seems he can’t stop; he presses kiss after kiss to your mouth, his tongue seeking yours, his hands squeezing and tugging you ever closer as you lose yourself in his warmth, the lavender and patchouli fragrance that always seems to follow him, in the eager grasping of his hands on your skin and of your fingers in his hair and of the taste of sleep and evening and to draw it all together, the smoky spark of magic in every touch of his body against yours.

“...I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Solomon confesses breathlessly between kisses. “But you know, wherever you are, Lucifer and his brothers are sure to be nearby. I thought maybe there was no hope. That I’d never get an opportunity.” 

In his pause, you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Well it’s just you and I tonight, right? Just us.” Your breath rustles the silken hair that isn’t snagged between your fingers, and Solomon smiles.

“Then… I take it this means I have a chance, right? A chance to… deepen our connection.” He supplements the words with a lingering kiss to your throat. “Why don’t you come just a little closer, MC..?”

You sigh, lips seeking his again as you crawl until you’re chest to chest. Slinging a leg over his waist, you climb into his lap and Solomon wastes no time in stealing your breath. His lips are hot, fast, sloppy yet calculated, and he holds you until your head is spinning and you can’t remember your own name.

“Solomon…” is the only utterance you can fathom, and then he smiles against your mouth, and you lose even that.

Wandering hands trail along your waist, beneath your shirt, and shivers ripple down your spine as Solomon suckles at your throat and twists his hands in heavenly ways that curl your toes and pry any thought from your head that doesn’t centre around Solomon, and you, and Solomon and you, two humans alone in an inn room and suddenly your clothes are gone and he’s on top of you and-

Solomon groans as he sinks into you, kissing along the column of your neck, suckling on your jaw, your chest, hands caressing every inch of soft flesh as he whispers curses in languages you’ve never heard into your skin. 

You can feel the magic radiating off him as he thrusts, feel your power imbued with his, the fusing of your auras as his lips meld to your skin, over and over, hot and wet and electric and then-

“Fuck, Solomon,” you hiss, head thrown back against the feather-stuffed pillows as his moans are lost in the temple of your body while his hips bruise against yours.

“Mm… you feel so good, my perfect apprentice… my… my beautiful MC…” His words come in sharp gasps out of time with his urgent motions, and you feel him collapse against you as his hips stutter and his seed starts to drip from between your legs, hot and slick as it spills onto the bedsheets. The intrusion has the tightening in your abdomen finally erupting into the shaking of your legs, into shivers of pleasure that race up your skin and draw sharp gasps from lips that Solomon stifles with a hard kiss.

“Solomon…” you manage to breathe as he removes himself from you, lays beside you with a heaving chest and sparkling eyes mirrored in your own.

“Sleep, MC… you did so well… more work tomorrow…” he manages to sigh, his arms closing around your back and dragging you into his chest as he kisses you again, and presses a final kiss to your forehead.

Relaxing into his chest, you nod, humming as forgotten tendrils of sleep begin to slink between your thoughts and numb your tongue.

“‘Kay… night, Solomon…”

You feel him smile against your forehead, and if this is a fairytale, you hope you never reach the last page.

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[sugurus-slxt]

emergency request

((t.w. eating disorder))

i am trying to recover from my ed by myself since i don't fit the stereotypical person with ed and it is also expensive... i would love to get some comfort/support from haikyuu boys (kindly include tsukishima pls) <3

Haikyuu Boys Comforting Their S/O with an Eating Disorder (emergency request)

A/Note: I’m really sorry that you have to deal with that but if you ever need to talk I’m here, or just listen; my Inbox and Asks are open. I don’t think that anything should have a ‘stereotype’ especially not this, anything can happen to anybody, I anyway. These things don’t just pick and choose and honestly, I’m probably stating the obvious. I’m sorry but I just want you to know I believe in you and that you can do it. I do also apologise if this does not come out the way you wanted, this is honestly my first time writing for a situation like this so I did a little research, and I hope it was enough. I hope you like it. Love <3 ~ Sar-chan

Warning: eating disorder

Tsukishima Kei

I think the first time Tsukishima found out you had an eating disorder he was silent for about a couple seconds. It’s not because he’s angry at you, he just needs to process it, and he needs to figure out what to say. He knows sometimes he can be harsh and he knows right now you don’t need that.

He’ll make sure to wrap you in his arms and tell you, “Hey, it's ok. It’s ok. We- we can get through this. I’m gonna be here to help every step of the way. I’m sorry if I ever made any comments that make you feel a type of way. I love you ok and I’m here.”

He’d apologise because he didn’t know if he’d ever said anything to affect you. He’d be more careful with his words from then on because you mean the world to him and he truly wanted to help you get through this.

Tsukishima definitely did some research that night when you went to sleep. He wanted to be sure about what he could do to help and that he wasn’t mixing up his information.

He’d make food for both of you and eat the same things you were eating, to ensure you didn’t feel any type of way about it and you wouldn’t be eating alone. Kei isn’t a five-star chef but he’ll look up recipes and listen to the prep on his headphones while he cooks.

If you wanted to work out, he would totally take you with him to gym or practice, sometimes he’ll take you on his morning run if you’re not too tired.

Tsukishima would pay your fees without you knowing to help out. Like you’d go to pay and they’d tell you they were already covered. He doesn’t want you to argue with him about this especially because he just wants to help. He didn’t know how to bring it up to you so he kind of just opted for doing it this way.

I think when he takes a break at lunch he’ll call to eat with you over a video call. Yamaguchi helped him come up with the idea.

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“Hey shortcake, I’m sorry I’m late for lunch. Practice ran a bit late. How you doin’? Hmmm” he said through the phone as he wiped the sweat off his forehead and removed his glasses. “I got a bit hungry but ummm. I was going to start but I wanted to wait for you. I’m sorry,” you apologised looking down at the food in front of you. “You … know… you could have eaten without me. I wouldn’t mind,” he gulped his water and glanced at the screen to see your saddened expression, “Hey, I’m not mad at you. I like eating with you ok. Though if you are hungry you should eat because you could get stomach pain, ok. But I am proud you got your food and you’re ready to eat.” Both of you proceeded to eat lunch but Kei spent most of his time smiling at you as you ate. Every time you’d look up he’d look down at his food never want to let you see the way he looked at you. When he came home he made sure to talk about his day over dinner and ask you what you’d like for breakfast tomorrow.

Kozume Kenma

Kenma is pretty straightforward sometimes and he doesn’t change that when approaching the situation. He’ll tell you, “Hey kitty come here, I need you to remember that is normal, ok. You are more than your eating disorder and all that matters now is that you’re recovering. I’m gonna help you, I know it’s not the same but maybe you can remind me to eat too hmm? We can eat together.”

When Kenma’s in his game room and you’re with him he’ll make sure to keep some snacks that you like around, he’ll also make sure to keep some healthier things on hand if you’re really worried about it.

He’ll be more observant of your eating habits and try to improve them. He’s always keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re all right, even if it doesn’t seem like it.

When he finds patterns in your habits he’ll find times within the day to ask if you’d like a snack or something to drink.

Every breakfast, lunch, and dinner time he has a reminder on his phone to eat.

When the time comes he’ll make home-cooked meals with you and eat together. This way he knows that he’s encouraging you and that you know he is trying too.

When he’s on stream and lunch or dinner time happens to creep up on him he’ll apologise and tell his viewer he’ll be right back because he knows that it’s important that you stick to a routine so that you don’t disrupt your progress. However, if you happen to be hungry earlier he will not hesitate to leave then either.

Kenma has no problem playing your fees but he knows this is your process so he will ask first before he does anything. If you want to take turns he’ll gladly do it with you.

Sometimes you guys will play rock, paper, scissors, or play Mario Cart to see who gets to choose what’s to eat or who gets to cook. He however doesn’t make it any problem if you prefer something else or want him to cook.

If you’re ok with him telling his viewers and you explain to them the situation he’ll let you. He wants them to be educated but he thinks it’d be nice for you to have the extra support and get some pent-up thoughts or emotions off your chest.

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“Guys gimme a second,” Kenma mutes his mic and turns to where you sat on the bed. “What is it KenKen?” you ask, a confused look washing across your features. “I just wanted to know if you’re hungry baby. Any snacks? Water?” he asks. You think about it for a second, “Maybe a little bit, but we can wait till dinner. It’s not far,” you wave your hands in front of you not wanting to disturb his stream. “Thank you for telling me but I’m a little hungry though. Plus if we get started now it’ll be ready for dinner time and maybe after you can game with me on the stream,” he takes off his game and takes your hand, and walks to the kitchen. “Let’s cook together today. I’m proud you did good today, keep taking it a step at a time,” he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses the top of your head.

Akaashi Keiji

Akaashi I very calm about the whole thing, he’ll sit you down and talk about it in detail if you want to share with him. If you can’t he’ll simply hug you, “Hey, I’m really proud you told me and that you’re working through this. I’m going to be here along the way to help but I believe in you darling. You are so strong and I know you can.”

He’s a pretty organised person so maybe he’ll help you make a meal plan for the week, snacks and all.

Keiji will talk about your day every time he comes home and asks if you’ve eaten well. Even though, he’s called you at breakfast and lunch already to check up on you.

I think Akaashi surprises you with a bento and a tumbler cup, that he’s drawn characters from your favourite manga/anime on.

Sometimes when he comes home from work he’ll surprise you with dinner from your favorite place for doing well all week.

He never forces you but he does encourage you because he does want to see you grow and improve, but he will let you take that at your own pace.

He is always researching and checking to learn new things every day. He’ll make sure he knows what you need and always offers words of appreciation and express how proud he is of you.

I think he’ll work out payment plan with you and will subtly bring up splitting the cost with you, if you’re open to it. He just wants to ease your stress and he hopes he can help.

Whenever you need to talk he’ll drop everything and be there for you. Akaashi is always going to be your number one supporter and if you want to keep it under wraps for the time he will support your decision but always make sure to keep you motivated and reassured.

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“Good Evening darling, let’s go on the couch,” he’ll sit and pat the seat next to him. When you sit he’ll pull you close and peck your cheek. “So was today good? Did you follow the plan? But most importantly how do you feel?” he’ll ask giving you a warm smile as he strokes your hair. When you tell him about your day, he listens to everything you have to say and if there were any hiccups in the plan he assures you it’s alright. He knows that it isn’t going to be easy, so he encourages you to make tomorrow better and that he’s proud of you for doing your best today. “I heard you paid in advance this month and well I already put mine in for next month so we’re set. So how about we relax, we can watch a show and if you have anything else to tell me you can. But when you’re ready ok darling,” he’d say before grabbing the remote.

Again I'm really sorry if I did this wrongly but remember my inbox is always open if you want to shoot me a message.

[divinefireangel]

I'll Take Care Of You.

SF9 Taeyang x GN! Reader Fluff.

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Author's Note: I hope this helps you Rosie. I'm sorry that you've been going through such a hard time. But I promise you it gets better. Also sadly I may have included things I do when I have bad anxiety 🥺

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: 15+ ages and all readers (nothing specified with respect to gender, appearance, etc of reader). They/them pronouns used. Anxiety, mention of not eating properly, just overall lack of selfcare. Angsty fluff ig? Lmk if I need to add more. Not proof read, pls ignore any mistakes.

Requested: Yes. By our loveliest @fantasywritings 🥺💛

Can I request a taeyang comfort scenario? I’ve been having a real tough week, my anxiety has been quite bad huhu

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Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

" Really Y/N this isn't that difficult. You should know this. It's fine. Just do better next time. "

Do better. Next time. How many next times. Closing their eyes, Y/N took in a shaky breath, absorbing the words that were said to them. Blinking the tears away, Y/N slowly began to pack their stuff to go home. To say that this was probably one of the worst weeks of their life, would be right. Work hadn't been going really well. Neither was their mental health.

Every single minor thing that happened only seemed to make their anxious state worse. They weren't able to eat or sleep properly, barely having energy most days to get up in the morning. And to do work in such a state of mind is so tiring. Feeling overwhelmed, not up to the mark, doing things they're supposed to be good at really badly, didn't help either.

Getting on the bus, Y/N started to make their way home. After days of waiting, finally, hopefully, Y/N can find peace in their boyfriend's embrace. He was busy with Kingdom, Y/N knows it's important so they didn't disturb Taeyang with their problems. But how long can they hide their problems from the one they love.

Even when he was stressed, Taeyang always provided comfort and hope to others. That happens when you are in touch with your emotions I guess. He's always been their rock. Keeping them grounded, in touch with reality, not letting them slip away into the prison in their mind. The physical distance that just happened due to packed schedules and improper planning made the lovers miss each other even when they lived in the same home.

It's around 8:10pm. He won't be home yet. Sniffing Y/N enters their shared home. Taeyang froze. Sniffing? Crying? His baby? His light? Turning the stove off, he slowly walked out to the front door, where Y/N was crouched down on the ground, crying from feeling so many emotions at once. Looking at his curled lover on the floor, Taeyang's heart ached. Were they really going through so much pain alone? Why didn't they tell him what was going on?

Kneeling down, Tae gently touched their hair, patting it softly, kissing their hair once. Lifting their head, Y/N looked at Tae, with tear filled glossy eyes. He was here. He's here. Staring at him, Y/N couldn't help but let all their defences down, letting all their tears fall, allowing themselves to be so vulnerable to him. Tae hugged Y/N's shaky figure, trying his best not to cry too. Petting their head, Taeyang slowly helped them get on their feet, romoving their coat and bag.

Fully embracing their body in his arms, Taeyang nuzzled his face into them, silently telling them, " It's okay. I got you. I'm here now. You can let all your emotions out to me. On me. I'll take care of you. "

Hugging him tighter, Y/N cried and cried till there were no tears in their eyes, body visibly shaking from the pain they had felt and endured alone for the past week. Softly playing his chin on their head, Tae started to hum a faint tune. An action that always calmed Y/N. Rubbing her shoulders, Taeyang pulls away, just enough to look Y/N in the eyes, puffy, red, pain filled eyes. Placing a delicate kiss on their head, Taeyang cradled his lover's face in his palms.

" What happened? Do you want to talk about it? " Shaking their head no, Y/N looked down, feeling tears approaching the brim of their eyes again. Moving their face to his chest, Tae pecked their head again.

" Did you eat something today? Did you drink water? " Y/N hesitated to answer. The truth is, they didn't really know of what they ate would be classified as a meal. But Taeyang knew. He wasn't disappointed. He understood. He always does. Lifting their head from his chest, he kissed the tip of their nose and brought them to the kitchen.

Making them sit on the counter, Taeyang went to the fridge to get a water bottle and some cut apple slices. Opening the bottle, he made them drink water, like a parent does to their child. " Do you want to eat? " He questions, not wanting to make things worse by forcing them to eat right now.

" Not really. " They replied with a small voice. Nodding his head, Taeyang hugs Y/N again.

" I know I haven't been around much this week. Especially for you. And I know that you understand. But next time, please tell me when it gets too much. I love you. I can always make time for you in my schedule. You are the most important thing to me. You never have to go through this alone. Not when I'm here. I love you too much to see you in pain baby. "

Gripping his shirt, Y/N breathes into his neck, calming down listening to his soft voice and reassuring words.

" You are so brave. I'm proud of you. I don't know how you manage to endure so much for so long. But please. You don't ever have to go through this alone again. Tell me what's going on. Talk to me. About everything. I am here for you at any time or any and every day. "

Moving their head up and down they pull away looking at their beautiful boyfriend. His pretty face, perfect nose, soft parted lips, his freshly washed hair, his love filled concerned eyes. He's here. He will always be here. He is your rock. He grounds you. Noticing their breathing has come back to normal, Taeyang lifts them off the kitchen counter. Grabbing their hand, he leads them to their bedroom, making them sit on the bed as he goes to the closet to find them comfortable clothes to wear.

Getting them a pair of shorts and one of his shirts, he helps them out of their outside clothing and into the ones he picked out. Taking them slowly to the washroom, he undoes their hair and wipes their face with a wet towel. All while smiling at them. Once he's done, he pinches the Apple of their cheeks lovingly before taking them to bed, tucking them in.

" Sleep for some time. I'll finish making dinner and wake you up. Okay? " He says, not expecting an answer. Leaning down towards their face, Tae places small kisses all over. Kissing their forehead, eyebrows, fluttering eyelids, the sides of their face, their nose, cheeks and finally a sweet kiss on their lips. Stroking their temple with his thumb he stay in that position for a while, till his lover is asleep.

Life can get hard sometimes. Hard enough to not be able to wake up or do the minimal necessary things. But that's okay. It doesn't make you any less worthy of anything. But pain is temporary. Fear is temporary. And feeling overwhelmed is normal. It's human. You are human. But you also have the strength to get through difficult times. You've done it before, you can do it again, no matter how hard it gets. That's what it is to be human right?

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