#how's the fluff attack?

[rissouu]

just thinking about guitarist!armin who asks if you wanted to go on a late night drive and of course you couldn’t decline, (you just loved feeling like a passenger princess in his tinted out srt). his hand gripped on the thick skin of your thigh as he nodded his head to the guitar notes— deftones played lowly in the background and both of you guys basked in the music. deftones had a way of soothing you and made you feel like you were on cloud 9, same for armin. “wanna go get some food mama?” his beautiful blue eyes met yours when he reached a red light, and you couldn’t lie. the eye contact plus his hand toying with the skin of your thigh had you feeling things.. “mm yes baby, but after could we head back home?” a look of confusion spread across his face since he thought you loved night drives, why were you in such a rush to go home all of sudden? “we could but why- oh?” it took him a while but he finally pieced everything together once he studied your facial expressions. he knew that look— knew it almost better than anything else honestly, the blonde chuckled lowly as he felt his dick practically jumping. “anything for you my princess..”

[tenjikyu]

why is the eren jeager tag full of smut it’s legit so damn BORING 😭 i’m going on looking for quality content and dick/pussy is SHOVED INTO MY FACE. ffs do you not want to just hold the poor dude? idk man. DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE SHITTY MODERN AU ISTG

[starrylevi]

You’re walking up to Levi, catching him as he hands a swirled lollipop to the last child on line. You see him take a pause for a short moment, staring at the lollipop with a small frown as if he’s remembering something. He briefly closes his eyes, lamenting in whatever memory is in his head before opening them and giving the excited child the treat. For anyone else, this doesn’t mean anything. But you know Levi, and he’s had moments like these before, when anything in his environment triggers a memory. He wears the same pained expression every time, and every time you feel your heart ache.

“Hey.” You say softly with a small smile as you approach him, gently placing your hand on his forearm.

He looks up at you, his eyes sad and childlike for a moment before he answers. “Hey.” He sighs.

You hate seeing him like this. “You know….they’re probably making fun of you right now.” You tease, trying to make him feel better.

You watch Levi’s eyebrows knit together out of confusion.

“Hange would never let you live this down.” You clarify for him, referring to the fact that he was giving out candy.

Levi immediately rolls his eyes but you see a ghost of a smile on his lips. It doesn’t last long. “Good ol four eyes…” You hear him say quietly, looking straight ahead as his features soften at the thought of them.

You move your hand from the loose grip on his arm to his shoulder before leaning down to mumble into his hair. “I miss them too.”

You feel Levi’s hand move over to where your hand is resting on his shoulder, his two fingers securing your hold on him. His touch is gentle but firm. He doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t have to. He lets out a small hum of approval, briefly closing his eyes at the feeling of comfort you bring him.

You can’t bring back his fallen comrades; you can’t replace them either. You know you can’t fill that hole. However, that doesn’t stop you from pouring love into it.

[yuwuta]

yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always. 

[brainworms-all-night-long]

We're only at the begining of this one way dream🎵

Sort of inspired by @tornado1992's post from a while back.

Figured these two needed some comfort in between, uh, all that torment they're going through recently. Tails had a nightmare and Sonic can't sleep, so he busted out the good ol' guitar to put a smile on his brother's grumpy face.

Happy Wednesday y'all :]

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

"Come Home with Me Tonight" | Levi Fluff Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ ~1.1k ✧ notes ➼ fem!reader, fwb to lovers, mutual pining, alcohol, no use of y/n, some suggestive commentary but no actual smut (yet), idk i originally wanted to write something for valentine's day but then realized that this has nothing to do with valentine's day LMAO but here you go

Formal events were never Levi's thing. He had grown up in the Underground and lived a life that was the complete opposite of the world he currently found himself in—a world filled with formalities and facades he couldn't be bothered to keep up with. Thankfully, it was just for the night, but it was still a drag to keep up with.

He sipped at his glass of bourbon as he struggled to pay attention to the work drama that Hange was chattering to Erwin and Miche about. It was long-winded and convoluted and the pieces stopped connecting for him long ago.

Levi getting immediately distracted upon seeing you walk in didn't help either.

His movements briefly stopped as his eyes landed on you. You had strolled into the venue wearing a loose-fitting dress that perfectly fell over your features. The color complemented your eyes and your hair was flowing loosely over your shoulders. Your outfit was very minimal, yet Levi couldn't take his eyes off you.

Levi's somewhat mesmerized gaze was immediately transformed into a frown as soon as he saw that you were accompanied by a date, with some overly pompous recruit following after you like a lost puppy.

He immediately turned back towards the conversation in an attempt to distract himself, but it was getting more and more difficult the longer that the night went on. He kept on swapping his gaze over to you, despite his best efforts to swallow down the jealousy arising within the back of his head.

It didn't help that you didn't seem particularly taken by your date either.

As the party went on, socializing became more draining, and you quickly found yourself outside of the venue on your own, leaning against the balcony. It gave you some solitude as you looked over the seaside. With the sun just beginning to set, the scene was pretty and it gave you some time to relax to stave off some of the tension building within you purely from the sheer amount of people in the building.

"Too crowded for you?"

You turned around towards the door and saw Levi's distinct figure approaching you.

You weren't that surprised to see him. You had been friends with benefits for a few months at this point, casually meeting up with each other to relieve stress after a chaotic work day, although you had been avoiding him for the past week or so due to some confusing feelings that were beginning to arise whenever you were around him.

"...started talking about work relations," you responded with a sigh. "Lost interest pretty quickly after that."

You watched as he walked up next to you, leaning his back against the balcony railing, before passing you the drink in his hand. He had picked up your favorite for you.

"And you? Got tired of Hange talking about their work drama?"

"You could say that," Levi grumbled, which clearly indicated just how spot-on your prediction was.

You sipped on the drink he had ordered for you, subtly smiling that he had not only brought you it, but also that he paid enough attention to know your taste palette.

Your eyes occasionally flickered up to look at him, with you noticing just how stupidly attractive he looked in a suit every time your eyes landed on him.

"Where'd your 'date' run off to?"

His question pulled you out of your daze, and it took you a second to reorient yourself.

"Date?" you asked, momentarily forgetting the recruit that you had dragged along to the venue. "Oh. Him? He's just a recruit that wanted to start networking or whatever, so he just tagged along. Owed him a favor anyway."

The clarification helped resolve any lingering feelings of jealousy present within him, but he was annoyed at himself for even getting jealous in the first place. The two of you weren't in a relationship, and it was never implied that it was where you were headed.

Still, he found himself perpetually bothered throughout the night at the fact that you had shown up to the venue with someone else.

As Levi fell silent, you noticed him begin to shuffle around awkwardly, with his hands casually resting in his pockets.

Your eyes wandered down from his eyes to his neck, noticing that his collarbones were showing from the top two buttons of his shirt being undone. Feeling your body begin to heat up, your eyes continued traveling lower, with your gaze falling on how his suit jacket seemed to be hugging the curve of his back, before going back up as you noticed how the color of his tie seemed to make his grey eyes even more intense to look into.

It didn't take long before you found yourself imagining yourself in bed with him again. No one had ever been able to pleasure you as much as Levi could, yet you still found yourself avoiding him and dismissing your desire for his touch due to one reason: you were falling in love with him.

Distressed upon finally connecting the pieces, you immediately set your drink down and began to move to head back inside.

"...I'm gonna go check on Nanaba and the others-"

"Wait," Levi interrupted, his hand reaching out to gently grab onto your arm to keep you from leaving. "Don't go."

You paused and looked up at him. It had been a while since you've last slept together. You had assumed that this was where he was going with his request for you to stay, given the fact that you barely ran into each other without it ending up with you in his arms as he fucked the stress out of you.

"...I can meet you after?" you suggested. "Hooking up at this fancy venue might not be the best idea."

"Tch." He let out a quiet tut as he let go of your wrist and leaned back towards the railing. "It's not that."

You blinked at him in confusion, slightly tilting your head. "Then what?"

"...is it wrong of me to want more than just a meaningless fuck?"

Your lips parted in surprise, with your eyes widening, as you realized that those feelings brewing underneath the surface between you were real, and more importantly, reciprocated.

"Levi..." you whispered. "...what are you saying?"

He was silent for a moment, and you could tell from the look in his eyes that he was trying to figure out what to say. Finally, he looked directly back into your eyes, before whispering,

"...come home with me tonight."

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[gomzdrawfr]

I caved

[anticanonhearts]

happy jearmin week!! @twoboys-onesoul

day 1: stargazing

[mochiiniko]

@sirwow boo

[poppybros-jr]

Sir Uther: Good morning, little one! I for one support the magic ability, how ironic is that?! But unlike FILTHY THAUMATURGY, this ability is perfectly "natural"! Just as all copy abilities! The universe meant for it to exist in balance with any other element! Now, you may be wondering: "Sir Uther, get to the point already!!" and yes! I shall!

Cosmo...I have recognized your talents!☆ I WILL VOLUNTEER TO SPONSOR EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR SHOWS! TO LET YOUR NAME BE KNOWN ACROSS THE ENTIRE GALAXY!! What do you say, little one?!

That’s rude! Some of my family and friends are mages! Really good ones, too! I wouldn’t accept your offer now even if I wanted to!

And let’s make it clear, I don’t want to! Do you have any idea how creepy it is to come up to some kid who’s a novice magician and offer to promote them that hard? I’m a beginner! There’s no way I can possibly live up to that hype! Not to mention I’m a minor! I’m not ready for that level of fame and pressure! I don’t even want to be famous across the galaxy! I only want to perform on my home planet!

Besides, I don’t want to have my career be completely based on some weirdo I don’t know blowing my name up everywhere! I want to build my career myself! With my own skills and hard work! You are scaring me and I will NOT be voting for you! Now please leave me alone before I’m forced to use my special attack!

@quanblovk Thank you for giving me a reason to have Cosmo get upset! Things had been way too happy around here :D

@kirbyoctournament

(By the way, don’t worry, guys! I’m not just being a jerk to someone’s OC for no reason! Quan encourages people to bully Sir Uther, make anti-Uther propaganda and vote against him. I would never be mean to/about someone else’s character without knowing it’s 100% okay with their creator!)

[volostogekiss]

Imagine Volo using your lap as a pillow.

Imagine.

oh i’m imagining all right. 😎 thank you anon enjoy your volo :p

GN!reader, it’s strictly soft hours, mwah volo ♡ (sorry he gets up from your lap halfway to kiss you)

Very post post-game, very established relationship.

Summary: You and Volo share a peaceful, lovely afternoon outside your home together.

Hisui would probably never be home to you, but without doubt, you know that Volo always will be.

You hadn’t expected to fall so soundly in love with him, but here you are, cradling his head in your lap and thinking of no one else but him.

No one else could touch him as you were permitted, and no one else could spend such a delightful moment with him as you would.

Only you.

Humming contentedly, you run a hand along his jaw, splay his hair across your lap, and grin foolishly.

I’m so hopelessly in love with you.

And so you enjoy the time you have with him like this, as he quietly lies beside you, a not-very-subtle grin of his own on his face, no matter how much he tries to hide it (which, you’ve learned, isn’t very much when it comes to you, and it's always and only you).

With quite an impressive physique (with which you are certainly well-acquainted), Volo often has you caught in his welcoming hugs or held snugly to his side.

But on slow days when neither of you wish to venture far from your home, where there is forever the safety of love and happiness, you are the one who draws him to you, and he always knowingly rests his head upon your lap.

Noticing the flickering smile on his supposedly sleeping face, you peer down at him, the sunlight filtering between the leaves overhead speckling the two of you. “What’s so amusing?”

Volo blinks open his eyes with a laugh.

“Not so much amusing as”—he pauses purposefully, that captivating smile widening, before he continues on—“it is amazing to see you whenever I open my eyes. I couldn’t help feeling rather blessed, for I could never tire of seeing you.”

...!

You could never prepare yourself for his lines like those, those that swept you off your feet and sent your heart into a blissful frenzy.

“I doubt the underside of my chin is very flattering,” you joke, patting the side of Volo’s cheek softly. “But I do appreciate the sentiment. You’re the sweetest.”

You bend over, peck him on the lips, and attempt to ignore the heat flaring upon your face.

Instead, relaxing against the cushion Volo had sewn and fluffed with Togekiss’s loose down feathers, you stare off toward the horizon, a mottled line of spring green and budding, vibrant colors. Moments like these are perfect. It’s just you and him, as it should be. After everything you had given for a cause, a duty, a life you had no choice but to accept as the Hero of Hisui, you could finally give everything you had to Volo now, instead.

As a friend, as a lover, as his other half.

Just as he would give everything to you.

I love you.

You feel his fingers on yours suddenly, and you’re roused from your musings when he takes your hand in his.

Curiously, you glance back down at him.

A tingle runs up your spine when the depths of his ashen gaze, intense and sincere, ensnare you.

“Volo?”

He smiles then, and oh, he’s beautiful, stunning like the radiant gold of gentle firelight, and just as warm and right upon your heart.

“My love, every part of you is flattering—wonderful, just as you are.”

Your heart quivers in your chest, and by the stars, this man will always be the one who has you undone at his words, his touch, and his love.

Volo sits up then, swiftly but carefully to avoid striking you by accident, and without waiting or warning, he kisses you.

He wants to dote on you with such a honeyed kiss, to keep you exactly where you are so he can admire you longer, then whisper dreamily to you all his praise.

How unfair.

“You didn’t even let me tell you how wonderful you are,” you remark breathlessly, as you both briefly pull away.

Almost instictively, you steady your hands against his broad shoulders, and Volo turns to you completely, a familiar glint in his eye.

“Hmm, I think you've told me quite a number of times.”

You touch your lips to his, murmuring against them indignantly, “Not enough times, then.”

“Oh?”

He’s teasing you.

But you won’t let him off so easily.

“Mhm.” One of your hands strays to the tips of his smooth blond tresses. “You can’t say such things to me and expect you’ll get away with it.”

Volo presses into you then, angling his hips just against yours as he leans over you with a rumbling chuckle.

“I didn’t expect to at all, my love.” He brushes his lips over yours in a wispy kiss, one that doesn’t satisfy you nearly enough. “I daresay I indulge in it.”

You curl your hand into his hair and tug him closer, a promise of showing him how much you love him in your words, “Then I’m happy to oblige.”

[happybird16]

Ok, but Levi fostering black cats since they're the least likely to get adopted. His little fluffy voids.

Levi has a big fluffy black comforter on his bed. You think it might be his favorite color -he’s always wearing black in some form or another. A nice tight button up shirt or some well-fitted skinny jeans, even black rings dangling from his ears or encircling his fingers. So, on your first visit to his apartment, you aren’t really surprised by the color of his bed sheets. They’re probably easier to keep clean too.

What does startle you, as you sit down on the bed, is the sudden ‘mrrrph’ noise. Disturbed by your ascent onto the springy mass, two slit-pupil yellow eyes glare at you from the dark void.

“You have a cat?” you call, surprise evident in your tone. It’s hard to imagine such a stoic man with a fluffy little companion, though Levi does have his soft and caring moments.

“Hmm? What was that?” Levi’s deep tenor returns from the next room over. You can hear the rustling and clacking of cups in the short distance, followed by the high pitched whistle of an old fashioned kettle.

“I didn’t know you had a cat,” you reply a bit louder, staring down at the mass of fur whose eyes seem so be burning daggers into your skin. It seems that pet matches the owner, though Levi’s gaze never has such a burning weight when it’s trained on you.

You can’t even divulge any of the little creatures features, it’s fluffy long fur perfectly matching the tint of the bed. It’s a tiny thing though, curled up close to the head of Levi’s mattress. You think it must be taking up the place in Levi’s stead, claiming the spot he so often sleeps.

Rounding the corner to join you in the bedroom, Levi responds, “Cats, actually. Multiple.” As if to prove a point, an equally dark short-haired feline is winding in between his legs as he approaches, threatening to topple him along with the tray of hot tea in his hands. “You ready to watch the movie?”

“Hold on, i’m still a bit surprised by the fact you have two cats,” you say as you take the proffered cut of tea. It’s the only ‘snack’ he’ll allow outside of the kitchen. “Wouldn’t they be a mess?” You can only imagine how much the long-haired one by your side must shed and you can’t even picture Levi doing litter duty.

“Three, actually. That one,” with a jerk of his head he gestures to the long-haired beast curled up on the comforter -still glaring at you- “is Masala, she’s a bit of a bitch.” The short haired one hops up onto your lap, little paws digging into your thighs as it excitedly rams its forehead into yours. “And that is Oolong. He’s an attention whore.”

Clicking his tongue, the ceramic cups on the tray clatter as he slides it onto the bedside table. With two hands, Levi quickly grabs Oolong and plops him back onto the floor. The mattress bounces, making Masala chirp another cry in protest, as Levi sits thigh to thigh with you. “The final one is Matcha, my oldest. She likes to hide from other people, but you’ll see her eventually.

“You absolute dork! Tea names? Really?” you can’t help but laugh. Levi’s ears tint just a bit at your taunt, but he levels you with a steady glare to match the cat at his side. “Are they all black? You had to get cats in your favorite color?”

“That’s not my favorite color,” Levi’s gaze lingers unusually long on your eyes, before shifting down to Oolong on the floor -bright blue eyes still very much begging for pets. “Black cats aren’t adopted as often, they usually sit in the shelter forever before…- I…- I couldn’t just leave them there to die.”

With a soft, mournful look in his eyes, Levi leans forward to finally give Oolong the attention he wants. Softly petting the top of his head and scratching behind his ears, the cat desperately stretches the skin of his face in an attempt to press further and harder into his caress.

Heart throbbing in your chest, tears threaten to leak along your lash line. There’s the sweet, caring side of him that he hides so well. The soft upward curve of his lips makes your chest ache with joy. Taking one long draw of your cup, the taste of steaming Earl grey only makes you feel warmer, the heat joining the fondness filling your insides.

“Let’s not watch a horror movie,” you start, replacing your cup on the bedside table. That’d been the plan, to curl up together and watch something dark to match the season. Now the sight of black fur and golden eyes makes you watch to view something else, “Let’s watch Hocus Pocus instead.”

“Sure, anything you want. Do you want me to kick the cats out?” Levi asks, fingers smoothing behind the cats ears. Oolong purrs loudly, a happy resounding rumble, gazing up at his Dad with such unfettered love.

“No, they can watch with us,” you reply. Your tempted to try to pet Masala, despite her unending glare. She looks so soft and fluffy, now that she’s sitting up and away from the black void.

With a final pat on Oolongs head, which the cat protests against, Levi shifts to lie back further into the mattress. Scooting the longer haired cat to the far side, he wraps an arm around you to pull you against him and cuddle up against the pillows. Grabbing the remote Levi asks, “I haven’t seen this one, is it good?”

“What?” The surprise in your voice makes even Oolong pause as he hops up to curl at your side. You know Levi is generally uncultured, having refused to watch most popular movies and tv shows, but that’s just unacceptable. “How is that possible?”

“How do you think?” Levi responds, glaring at the screen as he presses buttons on the remote. “I hadn’t even seen Lord of the Rings until I met you. Hocus Pocus, was it? Is it good?”

Gazing across the mattress, your eyes catch the glowing orbs of the two furry voids lounging across the bedspread. Blue and gold, you can’t help but wonder what color the third, Matcha, has. You’re willing to bet money that it’s green. His beloved black cats. “Oh, you’ll love it.”

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

{{AOT}} Levi Headcanon

Levi loves his collection of fine soaps and bubble bath stuff. The man has different ways to wind down after a shit day. And sometimes, that comes in the form of a hot shower or a soak in his oversized clawfoot tub, full of luscious and fragrant bubbles. 

He takes pride in his appearance, though it's not at the top of his priority list. He likes to feel nice. He also hates to smell icky. If he's out on a mission and they don't have a chance to shower or anything, fine. He can deal. But when he's home and just doing paperwork or something, yeah. He's gonna suds up, rinse down, and drive everyone crazy with how fucking amazing he smells.

If he's home and able to, he'll shower in the morning and before bed. It's how he starts things off on the right foot and ends things on a good note.

His internal alarm goes off at 5:15 every morning. Rain or shine. Monday through Friday, Saturday or Sunday. He. Likes. Routine. It helps him feel normal. As normal as someone can feel fighting giant freaks everyday.

He chooses which one he wants to use based on the mood he's already in or the mood he wants to be in.

MUSKY: Birch, Bourbon, Sandlewood, Vanilla, Cypress, Patchouli, Amber, anything deep and that reminds you of sex.

***He's feeling confident and WILL bend you over his lap if you cross him this day (when the fuck doesn't he).

HERBY: Lavender, Orange Oil, Minty, Eucalyptus, anything fresh and clean

***He's looking to have a chill kind of day. Let the cards land where they may, I can handle this, no problemo.

*Levi would die by his own hand before he ever said "no problemo"

SPICY: Cinnamon, Nutmeg, Clove, Cardamom

***He's really craving some time in - especially if it's raining or stormy outside. He wants to curl up with a book or with his s/o and just talk as little as possible. Maybe he's feeling a little amorous. (Fingers fucking crossed.)

UNSCENTED: Sans fragrance

***He's playing fast and loose to see what will unfold at his feet.

So, long story short, if he's smelling like:

BOURBON//SANDLEWOOD//VANILLA: Cross him. Push the mans buttons. He literally wants you to so he can teach you a lesson about how to be his best baby. 

EUCALYPTUS//MINT: Don't bombard him with a bunch of bullshit. HE DOESN'T WANT IT TODAY.

CINNAMON//CLOVE: Set up a little spot in your room on the bed with some reading material. Or lay out huge, fluffy blankets on the living room floor to watch the rain beat the hell out of the window. Run your fingers over the shaved part of his hair against the growth. It'll send chills down his spine. Maybe he’ll reciprocate. 

SANS FRAGRANCE: Try it. Dunno what to tell ya. 

[sanb3rry]

Hi! I loved your Jean fic so much! 🥰🥰🥰

If you're still open to taking requests, could you possibly do one with an "enemies to lovers" and "hurt-comfort" tropes wherein reader and Jean are always arguing with each other (similar to the canon dynamic between Jean and Eren in the series), but Jean makes a remark that takes things too far and hurts the reader big-time so reader avoids him and Jean gradually realizes that he actually misses the reader.

lover boy !

in which jean's words finally get him in trouble.

cw : angst kinda??, asshole! jean, fem! reader, he gets better tho dw, angst to fluff.

"wow, fuck you jean" you bumped into him as you both played mario kart in connie's apartment. "not my fault you suck ass" he retorted.

your relationship with jean was complicated, to say the least. yea, you argued with each other but if anyone messes with you he'd beat their ass and the same goes for you with him.

you've been crushing on him for a while now but will you admit it? no. will you accept your friends' claims about him liking you back? no, obviously not.

this crush didn't come out of nowhere either, yes jean is very attractive but there are times when he's the nicest person to you. especially when you aren't feeling the best, he catches on to your emotions pretty quickly considering how close you two are.

like mentioned before it's complicated.

connie and sasha were giggling to themselves as they opened the pizza box you ordered. "honestly, why are you so annoying" you asked, "you only think i'm annoying cause i'm beating you in mario kart." he replied.

"that's not true, i think you're annoying all the time."

"uh huh, sure you do."

"ok, that's enough you two." sasha intervened. "anyways how'd that date go with that guy?" she changed the topic.

"shitty." you answered, her attempt to lift the mood had failed. "as expected." jean said.

"what's that supposed to mean?" you questioned, jean glanced at you and back at the tv. "i'm just saying that almost every date or relationship you've been in always ends up being "shitty" or whatever." he explained. "i'm starting to think maybe the problem isn't the guy.".

your eyes widened, "that's low, jean." connie said. "don't connie, i'm leaving." you said as you got your things. "c'mon, i didn't mean it like that" jean said, "yea, don't leave cause of him, please." sasha pleaded. "i'll text you when i get home." you said to sasha. and just like that you left.

"way to ruin the mood jean." connie remarked, "you better apologize."

it's been a week and you haven't talked to jean. and no, he hadn't even come to apologize to you.

honestly, he missed the banters or stupid fights you got with him a lot, and you missed him too but if what he said is what he really thinks then you're better off without him.

it got very awkward whenever you hung out with connie or sasha cause he's always there just looking at you, trying to say something but he just leaves, it's ridiculous.

so when he called you to "talk" right after your last class you agreed.

"uh, i'm sorry about last week. i wasn't thinking right." he said. "yea, you weren't" he chuckled at your comment. "i don't like seeing you get hurt by these people when there are plenty of guys who would treat you the right way, and we both know you aren't the problem, you're an amazing person, i just worded it the wrong way. i'm sorry, i missed you a lot this past week." he continued. his apology was genuine, you could tell.

"i accept your apology, but it still stings when the people you're closest to say stuff like that, y'know." you said, "i know, and i'm so sorry. i didn't mean what i said at all, i'll make it up to you, i swear." you nodded.

"jean, were you talking about yourself when you said 'plenty of guys who would treat you right'." you asked.

"... i mean, i know i'm not the nicest person but if you give me a chance, i swear i'll be the best. it's totally fine if you don't want to either, i don't want to pressure you, especially after what i said last week." he smiled.

"take me on a date and then i'll decide, lover boy."

"deal." he was gonna make it up to you no matter what.

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[kelin-is-writing]

How would Dabi react to you feeling stressed/having a panic attack?

tw: panic attack.

dabi x fem!reader

it was since you woke up that you felt something heavy loom inside your chest and it was hard to breath, the amount of workload of those weeks was starting to get at you. dabi knows you well and has seen that there was something off in you that day even though you kept tell him it was nothing, smiling with your face but not eyes and that unsettled him.

as the day goes you, and you went to work, that overwhelming feeling inside your chest made you more and more uncomfortable than in the morning, it wasn’t helping you that things at your workplace were getting rough and your chief was in a bad mood making it hard on all the workers.

to make your emotional situation worse, after lunch break you were the one who got called out by your section’s chief for a little mistake you made in the file of an important document, a mistake you made in a moment you were unfocused, on the edge, to the point you even started to have cold sweat and shivers all over your body from how overwhelmed you were feeling.

as you kept listening to your chief screaming at you about that mistake, tears were starting to prickling at your eyes, lips trembling and slowly you were getting dizzy too, praying inside for all this to end as quickly as possible and when you were finally dismissed to your place, the want and need to get home only kept getting stronger.

finally arriving at home, you stopped at the entrance taking off your shoes and when you saw dabi’s boots there too a sob naturally left your mouth as tears started swelling up blurring your view; without even minding your shoes anymore you let your bag fall to the ground and rushed inside, reached the living room you looked around in tears and breath getting heavier by the second.

hearing all that commotion, dabi came out of your bedroom confused “so it’s you? i thought–”, he stopped the moment he saw the condition you were in.

when you saw him come out of your room, that was when you broke down crying profusely falling to the floor sobbing and starting to gasp for air; alarmed he rushed at your side right away resting his hands on your trembling shoulders right away, scanning you all over to see if there was something wrong before bending down to lock eyes with you, panic inside his eyes “baby what’s wrong?”, holding onto his forearms your breathing starts to get so erratic that a cough fit explodes, making it difficult for you to speak as your brain was starting to get foggy too “i can’t... breath...”, you managed weakly feeling your heartbeats thump fast inside your ribcage, body starting to tremble even more from all the overwhelming feelings you were holding back pouring out at once.

pressing his lips into a thin line “i’ll move you to the couch?”, dabi slid an arm around your back and the other under your knees lifting you up frantically, hurrying his way to the couch he delicately sat you on it before sitting at your side cupping your face with his palms slowly turning you to him to make your eyes lock “princess, try to focus on my voice...”, he spoke with calm voice and warm tone, despite feeling it far as you couldn’t still steady your breathing feeling it was about to crush you and tears unable to stop as you clung onto his shoulders for dear life, you nodded a few times. dabi felt a pang in his chest while seeing you like that “good. now look at me: breath in... breath out... slowly...”, he then started showing you how to do it, so you could mimic what he was doing and so you did, slowly, just like how dabi instructed “yeah... just like that... slowly in... and then out...”, and when he saw you keep doing as he said, his arms went to surround your shoulders gently pulling you to his chest, then with one hand he started to caress your head reassuringly “everything will be fine, i’m here with you, always.”, he kept reassuring you with both caresses and words as your breathing slowed down, heartbeats starting to get steady.

after you’ve calmed down, he moved face to face with you and moved strands of hair from your face before resting his palms on the sides of your neck, thumbs stroking tenderly your tear stained cheeks while staring lovingly into your eyes “you’re not alone baby, i’ll always be by your side.”, you nodded sniffing leaning in to hug his torso, muttering an hoarse “thank you...” as he hummed in response while hugging you back “now, what happened to break you like that?”, he asked with a deep and calm voice, way too calm actually.

the next day, when you arrived to work, you saw everyone split in groups whispering while looking at your section chief at his desk with hands in the hair looking desperate and disheveled, muttering under his breath on the brink of tears.

when you asked your co-workers what happened to him, they told you that that morning the section chief’s car suddenly blew up in front him out of nowhere.

[limerenze]

before and after - adrian pucey

[Adrian Pucey  x Fem!Reader]

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Summary; adrian comforts y/n during + after a panic attack while they both deal with the aftermath of the second wizarding war

Word Count; 2.3k

A/N; this is based on my literal very first request. i was soooo excited to do this!!! i hope i did u justice, anon. i did tweak/add to this a little more- just so i could make it into a whole standalone but also so it could fit my writing style a little more. i do suffer with panic/anxiety attacks myself and they are not fun at all and i didn't want this to romanticize them in any way shape or form… so if you feel i did that- please know it was not my intention at all.

ALSO??? THIS IS MY FIRST FIC BACK SINCE LIKE JULYYYYY!!! HEYYY MISSED U GUYS!!!

Warnings; angst, fluff, post-war, nightmares, panic attacks, possibly a bad portrayal of panic attacks

Dates Written; January 5, 2023

It wasn't Adrian’s fault, Y/N knew that. It wasn't fair of her to blame him.

She couldn't help it though. She had done everything she could think of to avoid this happening. 

Everything, short of telling him. If she had just told him, there would be no issue.

So yeah, it wasn't Adrian’s fault. If anything, it was Y/N’s. 

It was Y/N’s fault that she was paralyzed in her bed. It was Y/N’s fault that Adrian was sound asleep next to her. It was her fault that it felt like an anvil had fallen on her chest and no amount of strength in the world could push it off of her. It was all her fault.

At least that's how it felt. That's how it always felt.

It always felt like Y/N’s fault. Which is why it was easier to blame Adrian.

If Adrian had known she felt such things, he would be by her side with complete and total reassurance and praise until she couldn't bare to hear it any longer.

He did everything for her. As guilty as it made her feel, sometimes she forgot he went through it all too. Sometimes she forgot he felt it all too.

He was just, so good at hiding it.

She couldn't stand the stillness of the country? Okay sure, he agreed to move to the city with her.

Their first apartment looked too much like the dormitories at Hogwarts? Totally reasonable, so he agreed to move again. This time to the heart of London, where there wasn't a moment of peace anywhere.

Turns out the city noise was too much? Adrian didn't bat an eye. He laid a loving hand on her back and told her he agreed. Then he spent every waking moment he had perfecting a muffling charm for her. He adjusted it and readjusted it until she could sleep through the night. 

Adrian never complained. Not even once.

Truth be told, Adrian was happy to do it. After all, he had all the same feelings as Y/N. 

Before? Before he had loved the peace that the valley mounds around their little house brought. He loved everything about the country that surrounded them. But after? After, it wasn't peaceful anymore. It was eerie. The air turned stale and he hated it. He couldn't stand it for a second longer.

Adrian wasn't sure he could ever find anything peaceful again. 

Adrian didn't know what peace was anymore.

He was happy to leave the house they once called home. He was happy to rid everything from their life before. 

Before didn't exist to him anymore. 

Dwelling on the before was pointless now that they were in the after.

He was happy to move and move again. He was happy to mutter the imperturbable charm, a charm he perfected in the fourth year- over and over again until the girl he loved could feel a moment of peace, a moment he too strived for.

He remembers the first night the nightmares didn't wake her up. He was exhausted but he wouldn't let himself fall asleep until he heard the birds chirping. He wouldn't let himself sleep until he was sure she was okay. And when he knew she was? He was euphoric.

Adrian was ecstatic to know he helped her with that. 

Y/N knew that.

That's why she couldn't bare to tell him that the nightmares had started again.

She couldn't bare to tell him none of his efforts were working. It would break her heart.

So there she lay, paralyzed. 

Not in a literal sense. She could move if she wanted. Some part of her knew that.

And she did want to. She wanted nothing more than to break out of Adrian’s arms that were lightly draped over her. The rational part of her brain knew he was hardly touching her.

But the rational part of her brain was being eaten by the impending doom she felt. 

Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest and her boyfriend’s skin felt like molten lava against hers. 

Y/N’s breaths couldn't keep up with the speed of her heart and it felt like all her airways were being cut off. The harder Y/N tried to take a breath and the more she couldn't- the faster her heart beat.

What was the maximum heartbeat per minute before a person dies again? Y/N had read it somewhere once in some muggle textbook. For a long time, consuming the information from muggle textbooks was the only solitude she had. She couldn't remember. 

It didn't matter, anyways. Whatever the number was, Y/N was sure she was approaching it quickly. To her, it was reasonable to think she would be dead in minutes.

Her breaths were quick and short, they were panicked. She felt like all she needed was one good and deep breath and everything would be okay. But she couldn't take that one breath, and so to her, nothing seemed okay. There was no end in sight.

Her ears were ringing and she didn't know how long she had been laying there. Trying to tell herself to just get up but her own fear kept her trapped on the fleece sheets.

She must've been making noise. Enough noise for Adrian to wake up beside her at least. 

Adrian’s body twisted to face her entirely. He was hovering over her ever so slightly. His hand ghosted over her upper arm and his face was contorted with worry.

Usually, his hand on her body would be comforting- but right now it was the last thing she wanted. She could see with her eyes that his hand barely grazed her but it felt to her like he had the world's strongest death grip on her. 

His hand seethed against her skin and her mouth was too busy trying to breathe to tell him that. Adrian’s mouth was moving but Y/N heard nothing. No words. 

Just ringing.

The ringing was piercing and she couldn't decipher which part of this was the worst.

“Y/N?” Adrian called to his girlfriend. “Y/N, darling. I need you to calm down” He continued but it was no use, Y/N couldn't hear him and she was too panicked to read his lips.

“Shh, love.” He reached over to hold her and it overwhelmed Y/N enough to break out of her terrified-induced daze and push him off. Her hand laid flat on his chest and she used all her force to push him away from her.

The force she had was very little, so Adrian didn't move very far. But he understood what it meant and scooted farther away to give her the space she needed.

All he wanted was for her to feel safe.

Y/N didn't stay in the bed for very long after pushing her boyfriend off of her. She stumbled out of the bed and all but dashed into the bathroom connected to their bedroom and slammed the door shut.

Her heart was still racing and now that she was out of the bed, she could feel where her hair stuck to the back of her neck with sweat. 

The bathroom tiles were cold on her feet and as she slid down the door to sit, the tiles were even colder on her bare legs. The fluorescent lights were a horrible contrast to the darkness that her bedroom held and it burned her eyes but it was the least of her worries.

“Y/N?” His voice was gentle.

She could hear it this time. That was a good sign, right?

“Y/N? Are you alright?” 

‘Dumb question, Adrian’ he scolded himself in his head.

She wanted to tell him yes, but she couldn't find her voice.

“Don't come in” she managed to croak out between gasps for breath. “I’m-” Her voice cracked.

She paused for what could've been a second or an hour- she couldn't tell the difference. “I’m fine, you can go back to sleep”

“I won't leave you alone in there, Y/N” Adrian told her after a short pause himself. “I won't leave you alone”

It was a statement, but Y/N knew he meant it as a promise. Which is why she saw his shadow shuffle and settle and she knew he had taken a seat on the floor on the other side of the door.

She wanted to close her eyes but the darkness frightened her. And if she kept her eyes open, the harsh white light reminded her of all the spells being thrown around her, toward her, from her.

She needed to go where she felt safe. And that wasn't alone in the en suite.

She thought about reaching up and unlocking the door. She thought about whispering Adrian’s name and praying he understood. 

But she couldn't bring herself to.

Guilt and shame washed over her and it was all she could feel.

She wanted Adrian, but did she deserve him?

Adrian sat on the other side of the slab of wood feeling helpless. He had calmed her through a hundred nightmares but never had they escalated to this. He didn't know what to do, or where to start. 

He racked his brain silently, trying to think of anything that would help her. The only noise either of them could hear was Y/N’s failed attempts at steadying her breathing and her small hiccups between her sobs.

“Do you-” He stopped. Maybe this was a stupid idea. Maybe she just needed him to leave her alone.

“Do I what?” she said back, even in distress her voice was gentle and sweet.

“Do you remember when we first moved into the house in the country?” Adrian continued. 

Maybe she just needed something to focus on, other than everything running through her brain. She didn’t answer, but he knew she did. “It was our first time ever living on our own. We said all throughout the sixth and seventh year that we were gonna graduate and find a place together.” Adrian smiled at the memory. 

It was from before, but it seemed when it came to Y/N- there was no before and after. There was just them. 

“We got through seventh year, then our N.E.W.T.S. flew by. We looked at every listing in all of England before we found that place, tucked away in the corner of a muggle newspaper. None of the muggles wanted it, it was too secluded. I reckon the blokes who sold it to us thought we were out of our minds, taking a place like that with the shape it was in. But we didn't care. The minute we stepped foot in it, I could see on your face that you were thinking exactly what I was” Adrian paused again. Giving Y/N the chance to add to his rambling. Her hiccups had stopped, but he could still hear her slightly laboured breathing.

So he continued.

“It was our home. Then school ended and immediately we moved in. Moving the boxes was the easy part. Our trace had been lifted so we just used magic for it all. We had all of our stuff in the house within an hour. It was the unpacking and finding a home for everything that was hard.” 

The two of them recalled that day in their minds. Smiles were etched onto both of their faces, not that either of them could see the other.

Just as Adrian was about to continue, Y/N spoke. “I was too busy looking through the boxes to notice that you had left me alone. I had only been in the house a few times at that point, and it took me a while to find you”

Her voice was music to his ears.

“I searched every room, and of course with my luck- you were in the last one.” Adrian could hear the smile on her face. “You stood in the middle of the empty room, not even any boxes had made their way in there yet. But you stood there, looking out the window.”

Y/N could still see the way the sun beamed onto his skin and the golden walls looked like fire. “I don't know how you knew I was standing behind you, but you did. You said-” 

She was interrupted.

“This is the start of our forever” Adrian’s voice spoke gently, it made Y/N melt and suddenly she couldn't stand to be alone in the bright, cold room anymore.

Y/N pulled away from where she was sure her skin had molded to the floor, she reached up to unlock the door and pull it open. 

And she saw him.

His hair was messy and his eyes were overwhelmed with worry. His old quidditch t-shirt hung loosely on his body and she would've sworn he never looked more beautiful.

“I was right, you know? That was the start, and this is our forever” He told her. 

Adrian just wanted to see his girlfriend smile. And it worked, even if it was a small one.

Her heartbeat had slowed down a significant amount but it still felt foreign in her body- like it didn't belong there. And she was still hyper-aware of her the thin layer of sticky sweat that coated her body. Adrian didn't care.

“Can I-” He stopped to rephrase, “Do you want to be held?” he asked gently. 

The last thing he wanted was to cause her any discomfort. But at that point, he probably needed it more than her.

Y/N nodded her head and all but threw her body forward and crashed against his chest.

His arms wrapped around her firmly and she couldn't for the life of her remember why she would ever want his touch to stop.

His touch was everything.

“Adrian?” Y/N spoke softly, not moving from where her face was buried into him.

“Yes, love?”

“Are we going to be okay?”

Adrian didn't answer for a minute. He wasn't sure he knew how.

Neither of them know how long they stayed like that for. It could've been for the rest of the night before he finally answered her question:

“Yes, love. We are.”

And there it was. Adrian’s moment of peace.

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