#swagger souls x gender neutral reader

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Maybe fanfic about how swaggersouls meet reader's parents? ( parents are in a different country far away and are not on good terms with the reader. Abusive itc?) Also they came to the reader for not nice suprise and yelling at them to back home?

Swagger with a S/O with Abusive Parents

Swaggersouls x GN! Reader Requested by: Anon Proofread: N/A Genre: Angst, comfort Music: Haunted Mansion Holiday Soundtrack Warnings: Reader is mentally ill due to abuse, reader is a first-generation kid, reader takes medication, parents are just genuinely mean Author's Note: While my parents are not from a different country (at least not a first gen kid), I used my own experiences of having abusive parents. Reminder, if your parents or guardian are abusive or have abusive behaviors, please tell a therapist or someone you trust. You don't deserve to go through that alone. -Mod Kenma

When you say you didn't have a good relationship with your parents, it was a violent understatement

You were pushed to be the best, constantly

Nothing was good enough for them

You needed to be the top of every class, ace every test, be the popular friend

It deteriorated your mental health, causing you to spiral 

It wasn't until you moved out and your parents moved back to your home country that you slowly started to heal 

You went to therapy, got diagnosed, and was given medication to help 

You didn't feel constantly better but it was a major improvement 

When you got with Swagger, he was the rock you didn't know you needed 

He helped you when you felt lost and reminded you to take your medication when needed 

It seemed like your progress halted because, without warning, your parents told you they were on their way to visit you 

You spiraled into a breakdown but Swagger was there to help pick up the pieces 

He helped you with preparations (cooking, cleaning, making sure everything looks perfect) 

As soon as the doorbell rung, Swagger kissed you and opened the door

Both your parents entered and have your house a detailed look around 

You showed them to their room while Swagger got the kitchen ready for dinner 

They saw Bear and Bean and your mother automatically called them ugly 

You winced and picked up Bean, pressing a kiss onto her head 

You all went back to the kitchen and got ready for dinner 

Your mother nitpicked everything that the two of you cooked 

It lacked spice, flavor, and was overcooked, apparently 

You tried your best not to sigh and continued to eat

Soon, the conversation shifted to what you and Swagger do for a living 

You calmly explained your normal job, trying not to get too passionate 

You loved your job but was scared to admit that you loved it 

It was brushed off almost immediately and your parents turned their focus onto Swagger 

As badly as he wanted to fake everything, you told him you wanted him to be honest 

Not that you didn't want to lie to your parents, its that if they were going to get mad, you wanted them to get mad over something real 

You wanted to be able to have counterarguments to support your boyfriend and his job 

So, when your parents asked, Swagger told them that he made videos on the internet as was a part of a podcast 

Your parents gave you a look 

One that read "are you serious" 

You shifted in your seat and cleared your throat

You explained to your parents that the two of you made enough money to live more than comfortable lives

The two of you could afford to go on spur of the moment trips and-

You were cut off

You were told that what you did for a living was no means to live 

They went on and on about how you should be a doctor or a teacher or someone important

You shrunk in your seat 

Swagger slammed his hand down as gently as he could and he explained to your mother and father that every job is important

YOU ARE IMPORTANT Swagger says 

You watched as Swagger told your parents off for not respecting you 

He went on and on about how you deserve respect and that you are your own person 

They don't own you

They never did 

All you could do was watch as your parents became offended and leave

They said never to speak to them again but for some reason, you weren't upset about it 

A strange weight was lifted off of your shoulders

Swagger kissed the crown of your head and promised you that he'd stand up for you no matter what 

[owen-writes]

Dysphoria Blues

Ineffable Husbands x Gender Neutral Reader

No pronouns but the reader is implied as transgender

You were feeling a bit off today, the weight of dysphoria settling on your shoulders like a heavy cloak. Sensing your mood, Aziraphale and Crowley decided to take matters into their own celestial hands.

Aziraphale, ever the caring one, ushered you to the living room, adorned with soft cushions and warm lighting. "My dear, I can't bear to see you like this," he said with genuine concern. "Crowley and I have devised a plan to lift your spirits."

Crowley, leaning against the doorframe with a sly grin, added, "Yeah, angel and demon dream team at your service."

They gently guided you to the couch, Crowley's touch reassuringly warm against your skin. Once settled, Aziraphale fetched a weighted blanket, draping it over you like a comforting embrace. Crowley, with his characteristic swagger, took his place beside you.

Aziraphale's soothing voice filled the room as he began reading aloud from your favorite book. "Darling, we thought this might distract you a bit," he said, his eyes sparkling with kindness.

Crowley, with his characteristic wit, chimed in, "And if it doesn't, blame the angel. I'm just here for moral support."

You couldn't help but crack a small smile at their banter. Aziraphale continued reading, his voice like a balm to your troubled soul. Meanwhile, Crowley, draped in an air of nonchalant confidence, had his arm around you, fingers tracing absent patterns on your shoulder.

"Angel," you murmured, your head nestled comfortably in Aziraphale's lap, "thank you for this. It really helps."

He looked down at you, his expression softening. "Anything for you, my dear. We only want to see you happy."

Crowley, playing his part, smirked and whispered, "Yeah, don't go thinking we're turning soft or anything."

As Aziraphale continued reading, Crowley's fingers found yours, intertwining in a subtle display of solidarity. "You know," Crowley said, his voice lower now, "you're not alone in this. We're here for you."

You nodded, feeling a warmth spreading through you—a warmth that had nothing to do with the weighted blanket. Despite Crowley's tough exterior, there was a genuine concern in his eyes, and you couldn't help but appreciate the effort they both put into making you feel better.

Hours passed in the cozy embrace of the weighted blanket, Aziraphale's voice becoming a lullaby, and Crowley's presence a steady anchor. As the story unfolded, so did a sense of calm within you.

In that shared space between an angel and a demon, you found solace—a reminder that love and care transcend celestial boundaries. And as the words of your favorite book wove a tapestry of comfort around you, you couldn't help but be grateful for the extraordinary beings who had chosen to share their ordinary, heartwarming moments with you.

[calaofnoldor]

Drug of Choice

Characters: Dean x Reader (gender neutral)

Words: 3,790

Summary: A night of drunken rambling leads to an unexpected change in your relationship status.

Warnings: angst, language, alcohol, feelings of inadequacy, very slight allusions of alcoholism/talk of drug addiction, reader likes the sound of their voice a bit too much when drunk, fluff, implied smut

A/N: written for @deanwanddamons 1st blogiversary and 2k follower celebration challenge! my prompt was “I wish I knew how to quit you“ which is bolded in the fic. congrats on the incredible milestone, sorry this is late! also for @spnfluffbingo and it fills the mood board square for @girl-next-door-writes‘ Make Me Feel Bingo challenge!

Square Filled: Kissed to Keep Quiet

MASTERLIST

It was four in the morning when Dean finally came home, and the bottle of Jack Daniels that sat before you atop the library table was over a quarter of the way through.

The heavy thud of his boots against the bunker floor drew your dark-adjusted eyes toward his shadowy figure, while the alcohol in your bloodstream loosened your lips, "How was she?"

"Jesus- Fuck!" There was a slight commotion before the lights flickered on, forcing your eyes to shut against the onslaught of sudden brightness. "Y/N??” Dean’s gruff, alarmed voice shattered the previously eerie silence, “What the hell are you doing sitting in the dark by yourself?"

Your eyelids lifted an experimental sliver but you kept your gaze directed down at the glass of whiskey in your hands. "It wasn't dark when I started."

Dean narrowed his eyes when he noticed the slur behind your words. "Started what? Are you drunk?"

His second question prompted a dismissive snort from you, "Hunters can't get drunk; you should know that by now, Dean."

"Yeah alright, we need to get you to bed." The man of your dreams began to make his way over to you until your gravelly words ceased his steps.

"I can't sleep... you haven't answered my question yet."

"What question?"

"How was she?"

"Who?"

You looked at him like he was crazy, "You know, the girl from the bar, the one with the curly hair… the one that was climbing onto your lap when I left?"

"I don't- there was no girl," Dean stumbled. His lips were parted and his eyebrows pulled together in an ever-gorgeous expression of bewilderment, but you were too busy examining the way the newfound light danced along the lustrous amber liquid between your fingers to notice.

"Oh," you grumbled in response, sounding a bit disappointed, which only served to deepen those adorable lines of confusion between Dean’s brows. "She sure was pretty though.” There was a pause as you pondered his declaration before blurting out in disbelief, “You really didn't fuck her in the back of Baby?"

"What- No! Y/N, there was never a girl and nothing happened, OK?" He sounded genuinely serious, so you conceded.

"I'm sorry."

"Why- why are you sorry?"

"I know you needed to blow off some steam after today, after I pissed you off by fucking up the hunt." You ventured a glance up at him through your lashes and the unadulterated pain in your eyes almost had Dean reeling back in surprise.

"What are you talking about? You didn't 'fuck up' the hunt," he argued, shaking his head as if to accentuate his point.

"Course I did. I got you hurt and I nearly let that dickbag get away."

A weighted sigh escaped Dean, "Y/N, you have to know that wasn’t your fault, and it’s not like you haven’t done the same thing for me. Besides, I wasn’t pissed off, I was... I was scared, OK?”

You were about to take another sip of your drug of the night when you lowered your glass to let the irrepressible giggle leave your system, “Scared? Since when does the big bad Dean Winchester get scared? And if he did, he definitely wouldn’t be talking about it out loud. Are you sure you’re not the one who’s been drinking?”

“I mean, I have been drinking but that’s beside the point. Look, Y/N, why don’t we talk about this tomorrow, alright? You’ve just gotta sleep this off.”

"Pft. This isn't something I can just sleep off. Trust me, I've tried." There was a tickle in your throat that alerted you of the oncoming word vomit, but your friend Mr. Daniels seemed to be gaining complete control of your tongue; it was all he was ever good for really, “I’ve also tried drinking it away, but clearly that doesn’t work either. There’s just- so much- of it, of you… and now, now you’re in me-“ Dean’s eyes went wide but you were no longer at liberty to stop, “and I can’t get you out. Sometimes I don’t even think I want to. But I don’t think I can keep going like this any longer either… all this waiting, and wondering, and watching.” Some fragment of sobriety within you recognized how ridiculous and melodramatic you sounded and it gave you enough sense to avoid eye contact with the subject of you’re alcohol-induced speech, as if that could help you elude further embarrassment.

“OK, you’ve gotta slow down, Y/N/N. What the hell are you talking about?” At this point, Dean had moved to take the seat across from you, subtly sliding the bottle of Jack out of your reach as he sat down.

A mirthless laugh was your reply, "Of course you don’t know. Why would you?“

“What does that mean? Why wouldn’t I? Y/N, what’s going on?”

But you ignored his questions and answered with one of your own, “Why am I never enough? You know what, don't answer that; that was a rhetor- rhetor…”

“Rhetorical?”

“Yes!” you exclaimed, flailing your index finger in his direction, “Yes, that’s the word. See, even your brain is too good for me.”

“What- why would you say that? Y/N, you know that’s not true. And why do you think you’re never enough? You’re plenty enough.” Concern now painted Dean’s features. He hated seeing you this way, broken and depressed, trying to drown your feelings in whiskey; he’d figured that was his trademark amongst the bunker residents. And he couldn’t understand how someone as incredible as you would think themselves unworthy of anything. Whichever son of a bitch made you feel this way would pay, Dean swore it.

“Then how come you never pick me?” you countered simply, deciding it was finally time to call out his hypocrisy.

The accusation floored Dean. He scooted back in his seat as he stared at you with a slack jaw, utter perplexity swirling within his emerald eyes. Over the years, Dean had garnered an inkling that you felt some kinda way about him, but he never really let himself believe, and not once did he think he could be hurting you. On the contrary, he always figured it was his own hopeful heart playing tricks on him. Even now, he wasn’t entirely sure he was hearing you correctly, or that your drunken state could be trusted, though he remembered you once told him that you were always the most honest version of yourself when you drank, whiskey in particular.

“I watch you go out with waitress after bartender after waitress, but I’ve been here the whole time, and you never consider me. It’s like I don’t even exist, like I’m not even an option, like I could never even help you scratch that itch, at least not as good as any barfly across the Midwest could.” You were aware that this was getting out of hand, but you couldn’t seem to find the brakes. “But that’s not even the real problem – I mean, sure, a roll around the hay with you would probably be mind-blowing as fuck – but it would never solve the root of it, never be enough for me.”

Dean had been studying you meticulously as you spoke, your words starting a fire to the embers of his soul, breathing life into a long-forgotten hope that brought him both joy and fear. “What would? Be enough for you, I mean?” His tone took on a raw sultriness that matched the intense, borderline predatory glaze of his eyes. Needless to say, Dean hadn’t expected your sardonic laughter to fill the air, and your sudden frenzied, carefree state certainly took him off guard.

“Nothing!” you laughed, “I don’t think anything will ever be enough for me! C-cause you’re like this drug that I’m hooked on and it’s just so fucking hard to get off… I mean, it’s also hard to get off without you now, or thoughts of you anyway...” Your tangent was quickly overcome when you remembered the topic of your initial spiel, “But it’s like everything about you draws me in! From the way you reference classic literature even though I’ve never seen you pick up a book that’s not about lore, to the way you rebuild Baby from scratch like it’s no big deal, to the way you’re so good with kids even though you never got to be one yourself, to the dumb way you bottle up all your feelings and never let them see the light of day yet still manage to do so much good in the world, t-to the way you get excited over classic rock and crappy horror movies and pie, and don’t even get me started on the way you love Sam! I mean, it’s just all of it! It’s your strength and perseverance through literal hell, it’s your huge fucking heart despite the mask of swagger and charm, it’s that stupid grin you get when you make a dumb joke and Sam rolls his eyes at you, it’s just those god damn lips in general! And then you walk around looking like that!?” you gestured wildly at all of him, “I mean, who gave you the right?!”

Dean looked like he was about to respond, but you cut him off. There really was no stopping your tirade now, “I’m like an addict who can never get enough, and when you leave, I get feelings of withdrawal, and I don’t know how to fucking deal with those either… You’re so deeply ingrained in me; I don’t think I’ll ever be able to flush you out of my system. And I just-“ you took a rare pause to heave a large breath before admitting quietly, “I wish I knew how to quit you. I really do, because as much as I love you, and trust me, it’s a whole fucking lot – God, does it feel good to finally say that out loud – but for every ounce of love that I have for you, for every bit of you that I’ve inhaled, it hurts just as much. Because you don’t feel the same, and you never will, and I don’t blame you, because you’re Dean fucking Winchester and you could have whoever you want with just a wink and half a smile, and you deserve to have whoever you want-”

“Are you done?” Dean was quick to latch onto the brief respite in your monologue, “Fuck, Y/N, you really have no idea what you do to me, do you? What you are to me?” His head shook in disbelief while his troubled green eyes searched yours.

“What I am to you? I’m your hunting buddy, Dean. The one you call when you need an extra hand with a vamp nest or an extra set of eyes to scour the books, the one who stays up with you when you have nightmares about the souls you tortured in hell, the one you sing rock songs out of tune in the car with, just never the one you go to for a booty call,” you finished with a bitter laugh.

Dean’s head had never ceased it’s shaking, even as he got up and walked around the table towards you. “Only because you’re worth so much more than that. Y/N, you deserve so much more than me.”

It was your turn to shake your head. How typical, you thought as you rolled your eyes and stood up to meet his eye line, “Don’t give me that bullshit, Dean. I know you’re trying to let me down easy and that’s nice of you and all, but you can’t fool me. I know you too well, Dean Winchester, and I know there’s no way in hell that- Mmf!“ The rest of your words were intercepted by Dean’s lips on yours.

The feeling was unexpected but not at all unwelcome. There was an urgent force behind the kiss as he pushed his mouth against yours with gentle yet firm ferocity, bracing your head with large hands cupping both sides. It felt as if he was desperately trying to convey a message to you, to disprove your woeful words of self-pity, or perhaps he just wanted you to shut up. You, of course, responded with tremendous enthusiasm regardless of his intent, grasping blindly at his forearms while slotting your tongue and lips around his in an increasingly frantic manner. You didn’t care if the kiss wasn’t good for him; this might be your only chance to take what you need from Dean Winchester, if only a tiny fraction of it.

When he finally pulled back, you were both panting for air. Dean still held your head in both hands as he leaned forward to rest his forehead upon yours. “Dammit, I shouldn’t have done that; you’re drunk... Do you at least believe me now?”

A slight grimace contorted Dean’s features as his mind was suddenly bombarded by a multitude of conflicted thoughts and feelings, feelings of desire and regret and bliss and unease, but when he caught the dazed look in your eyes, Dean made up his mind, “Ah, what the hell, you’re probably not gonna remember much of this anyway. Look, Y/N, you’re wrong. I do feel the same way about you; I have pretty much ever since I saw that magnificent ass of yours.” Pausing to chuckle at his own words, Dean licked his lips, still able to taste the whiskey from yours.

“The only reason I fucked around with those other people was because I couldn’t stand not being able to have you,” he continued through closed eyes and gritted teeth before filling his chest with a deep breath, “Like today, when I saw that fucking werewolf come at you, I nearly lost it. The thought of anything happening to you scares me shitless, and I didn’t know how to process that feeling, so I let that girl at the bar get close. I was trying to fill the hole you created but it was pointless cause in the end, just like every other time, I couldn’t go through with it. Every time I try to forget about you, your face shows up in my head,” he growled in that low, throaty tone that always seemed to reverberate down to your nether regions.

“But I- I wasn’t lying when I said you deserve more than me. Y/N, you know me. I’m a broken, twisted, shell of a man. I’m-“

“Poison, I know,” you finally lifted your head away from his so that you could look directly into his dazzling eyes. Dean’s hands slid down along your neck and landed on your shoulders while yours remained on his forearms, not willing to lose all contact. “I know what you’re gonna say. You think you’re poison, that being with you puts a target on my back, that loving you is a death sentence… Did I get that right?”

Dean gave you a miniscule nod and a look of resignation as he reluctantly released you from his hold, forcing you to let go as well when he took a large step back. You suddenly felt extremely sober, the effects of the alcohol and that kiss all wearing off instantaneously, “And you hate yourself. No one hates you more than you, Dean.” Your voice was hardly a whisper now, “But that’s OK, cause I hate myself too, for never being able to make you realize that you are so much more than you give yourself credit for, that you deserve all the things you think you can’t have, that you can have them all and still be Dean Winchester.”

You watched as Dean’s eyes began to water and when a single tear rolled down his cheek, you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. Approaching him as slowly as you would a nervous animal out of its natural habitat, you stopped directly before him before cautiously raising your arm to wipe the offending tear away with your thumb. Your eyes seemed to be locked in a silent exchange of colossal magnitude, expressing everything mere words could not, from harrowing regret to agonizing self-inflicted torment to desperate desire. It was the yearning in his shimmering eyes that gave you the courage to speak your next words, a runaway tear of your own joining the whispered plea, “Please, let me show you.”

When your eyes fluttered open the next day, they were greeted with the most beautiful sight you'd ever awoken to. Dean’s face was barely a foot away from yours, and the man himself was already awake, staring directly at you. He was lying on his back with his head turned towards you, while your body was twisted to face his. A bedside lamp was on, allowing you to marvel at the breathtaking perfection in front of you, and despite the booze having long since evacuated from your veins, your mouth still imparted the first thing that came to your mind, “You know, I've always wanted to count your freckles,” you murmured honestly, “Maybe map them out like tiny constellations so I can memorize them better, so that one day I could trace them even with my eyes closed.” Your fingertips moved of their own accord as you spoke, gliding softly over his cheeks and across the ridge of his perfect nose.

Dean caught your hand in his and kissed it repeatedly as his magical olive eyes continued to bore into yours, never once leaving your face. His pouty lips curved into the slightest smile as if he were afraid to rear hope yet couldn't fight the peaceful thrill you were bringing him by simply lying next to him. “You’re not still drunk, are you?”

“Not unless it counts to be drunk on you… Sorry, that sounded a lot less cheesy in my head.” You cringed but Dean’s smile broadened.

“And no hangover?”

“No, I told you, hunters can’t-“

“Get drunk. Yeah, I heard. So does that mean you remember everything?”

“I don’t think I could forget that kiss if I wanted to; my brain wouldn’t let me.” You glanced down at his gorgeous mouth before meeting his gaze again, “I meant it all, you know? Everything I said was the truth. Every word.” You moved your thumb to graze his lower lip and he puckered his lips to kiss it.

“So did I, every word… Especially the part about that sweet ass of yours.” The hand that wasn’t holding yours roamed down to grab at your butt cheek with a hefty yet tender squeeze, causing you to squeal in delight. When you settled down, he moved your hand to place it above his heart, “You know I’m no good at chick flick moments, but you can trust me when I say I’m addicted to you too.”

The sincerity in his voice sent butterflies through your stomach and your smile felt invincible. “I hope you know that when I called you a ‘drug’ I didn’t mean it in a derogatory way. Some drugs are good for you. Some drugs can save your life,” you whispered as you fisted lightly at the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

“I wouldn’t go that far, sweetheart.”

“Isn’t that what you did yesterday?” Dean was about to retort but you sent him a raised brow and a look that said ‘don’t test me, I’ve got loads more evidence where that came from’ so he simply looked down with a small grin. “Does it still hurt?” You motioned to the white bandage on his shoulder where the werewolf had scratched him up yesterday when he jumped in front of you.

Dean shook his head, “Right now I can hardly feel it. Actually, it hasn’t hurt at all since I kissed you.”

The corners of your mouth lifted some more at his words. “See, that’s what I mean. To me, you’re like coffee on an early morning, morphine when I’m hurting, tranquilizers when I’m freaking out, Zoloft when the world’s got me down, mixed with a shot of ecstasy, and quite possibly the most potent form of Viagra known to mankind.” You might have lingered a moment to chuckle at your own joke, thinking ‘it’s funny cause it’s true’. Dean belted a guffaw himself and you were quite pleased as you continued, “You’re everything I’ve ever needed, all wrapped up in one beautiful, self-loathing man.” You stroked his stubbled jaw and caressed his cheek, letting your words waft softly across the distance between you, hoping he could sense the veracity within them, “And I just want you to let me love you, let me get high on you, so I can show you how good you are. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

A wave a sadness flowed through Dean and he lowered his gaze from yours. “This could end bloody.”

“I know,” you nodded, “But it’s so much better than the alternative... It was getting a bit too hard to bear, even if you were only eye fucking all those other suitors. Besides, if it means I get to kiss you whenever I want, it’ll be worth it. And if it means I get a chance to prove to you how worthy you are, then it’ll be more than worth it.”

“I was only staying away because I wanted to protect you from me, but I didn’t realize it was hurting you. I never wanted to cause you pain; Y/N, I need you to know that.” Dean’s warm, calloused palm ran up your arm, it’s gentleness in stark contrast to his fierce tone, while yours continued to cup his cheek.

Astounded by the passion behind his words and the utter beauty of his face, you whispered in awe, “How are you so perfect?” Seeing the cogs begin to turn in his brain, you quickly moved your index finger to press against his plush lips, “Shh, just let me say it. Baby steps, Dean.”

He took your finger and guided your arm to wrap around his wide shoulders, careful of his injury, then reached out to pull you snugly towards him until your bodies were completely flush, your chest heaving against his. “Well do we have to take baby steps with everything? Cause now that I’ve finally got you in my bed, I was kinda hoping you’d let me take you for a spin in it. Maybe find out if it’s really – how did you put it again? – ‘mind blowing as fuck’ I believe were your words?” That signature smirk of his that always brought you to your knees came out to play.

Your laughter fanned across his face, and the smile on your face was effervescent, “You really are one hell of a drug, Dean Winchester.”

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[literallykenmaandshoyo]

could you write some angst/fluff for swaggersouls when he has mental break down, and thinks he is insufficient and ugly etc for the reader.

At the end of course, reader comfort him and it's lovely?

My Ugly Duckling

Swaggersouls x gender neutral reader Requested by: Anon Genre: Angst to comfort Music: Nostalgic for a fairytale you were once in with your soulmate Warnings: Self-hatred (Swagger's end), little to no dialogue, mentions of body dysmorphia (Swagger's end), a bit of ooc Swagger Summary: Swagger doesn't like how he looks, if only he could see himself the way you do Author's Note: Aw Anon~ This is such a cute and soft idea. I'm a slut for soft comfort <3 This is a bit short because I wanted to get straight to the point but I really like it :) -Mod Kenma

Mirrors. Mirrors were Swagger's worst enemy. He despised the reflective glass with his heart. Looking at it too long caused his mind to roam into deep and dark thoughts that never really emerged. He would begin to dissociate, no longer looking at the face that was in front of him. 

His mind would take him to his deepest insecurities and force them into the spotlight. Being front and center with all these disgusting feelings was sure to cause self-hatred. Swagger would look away from the mirror in repulsion and continue with his day, ignoring every reflective surface he could. 

Honestly, it was a bit obvious. At least to you, it was. How his eyes would dart away from windows or a small frown finding itself on his lips when his eyes would stare at a mirror for too long. You never brought it up though. How could you? So instead, you waited patiently for him to come to you. 

You knocked on the bathroom door, gently asking if you could go in. Your knock brought Swagger out of his dark thoughts and he opened the door. You could see the exhaustion in his eyes. You moved to the mirror, making your movements as light as possible. 

"You look very handsome today." You muttered, fixing your hair. You looked at Swagger with a soft smile. God, were you trying to make him cry? The softness in your voice brought Swagger to tears. He watched as you looked at him with such loving eyes. He couldn't help but squirm under your devoted gaze. 

"Don't say that."He whispers. Swagger hugs himself, trying to make himself the smallest thing in the room. You shook your head slightly and walked over to Swagger. You pulled him into a hug and led his head to your shoulder. 

God only knows how long the two of you stood like that in the bathroom. Tears were shed and words were thrown. You persisted and told him how much you love him, and how he looked like a true prince. He was your prince. 

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Hello Kenma! could I ask for fanfic (wedding with swaggersouls)?

Hope you did have good day.

Getting Married to Swagger

Swaggersouls x gender neutral reader Requested by: Anon Genre: Fluff Music: Upbeat Sonic Music to Study to Warnings: Crying, Misfits and everything that comes with them lol Author's Note: Aw anon this is so cute~ -Mod Kenma

The wedding, like most things that involves the Misfits, is a rager

That doesn't mean that it isn't romantic

It wouldn't be too traditional but just enough to make it feel traditional if that makes any sense

Something old, something new, something blue, stuff like that

I don't think it would be in a church but I do think it would be in a fancy banquet

Swagger would probably wear something super snazzy, a 3 piece suit most likely

Or even better, a suit but without the blazer and with a vest

It all depends on how casual the wedding is

The color palette is probably a lot of neutrals with a pop of gold or silver

Maybe even red, but as I said, it all depends on how casual the wedding is

When you walk down the aisle, you bet Swagger would tear up

He'd wipe his tears with a tissue that Toby probably gave him

Swagger looks at you like you're the moon and the stars

You make him so happy and he shows it with tears

The rings are gorgeous

They're very simple bands but with small gems entered inside

And yes, the kiss does get sloppy because come on, it's Swagger

He's the type to pick you up and run down the aisle with you in his arms

Now the after party, it's WILD

There is a lot of smoking and drinking

Think of all the pics and videos from Sneeg's wedding

It's literally that vibe

The two of you do have a first dance but it's rather short

Not that it was rushed, no not at all

The song was just short and sweet, something that means a lot to the two of you

You and Swagger get SLOSHED

Swagger goes around and B R A G S about how he's married to someone as 'sexy' and 'amazing' as you

His words, not mine

After the 'I'm the luckiest person in the world' drunk phase goes away, Swagger is GLUED to your side

He refuses to leave you alone, too busy being in love with you

He looks at you with literal heart eyes while you're chatting with friends

You could literally be throwing up and he would want to kiss you

(Nasty fuck)

At the end of the day, the wedding is probably the most fun party thrown and the most memorable day of your lives

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Maybe Swaggersouls Nsfw headcanon too? Lol? Have a nice day also

Swaggersouls NSFW Headcanons 

Swaggersouls x gender neutral! reader (NSFW) Requested by: anon Genre: Smut Proofread: Nope Music: c!Quackity going through the history of Las Nevadas with you Warnings: hair pulling, spitting in mouth, smoking, cockwarming, creampie, cumplay (?) Author's Note: I'm writing this while watching mcc 21 GoodTimesWithScar's pov lol. What a way to write. -Mod Kenma

This guy loves hair pulling. No questions about it

He'll pull your hair while slamming into you from behind. One hand in your hair and the other on your hip

He's nasty in bed. He'll eat you out or suck your dick really sloppily

His chin will be COVERED in spit but he's really enjoying himself

He'll also spit in your mouth too if you're down with it

Especially if you two are having a really intense scene

The only hickeys Swagger leaves are deep violent looking ones

He'll make it look like you had just gotten beat up but god, it's hot

There is no way in hell that you two finish a scene and you're not covered in hickeys

Swagger likes marking you to show others that you're his

Most, if not all of his hickeys are impossible to hide because they're so dark

When you two are being more casual, it's a good chance the two of you are high

Not like that's a bad thing, it made everything more sensual

Speaking of smoking, when you two are both horny and high, you cockwarm him

It's something that the two of you feel that brings you closer

Sometimes you two just lay there, with his cock buried inside of you

It's sort of like a way for you both to just sit in silence and enjoy each other's touch

Swagger loves to cum inside

Sometimes, when he pulls out and his cum falls out, he'll use his fingers and shove it back in

It fills him with pride to know you're full of his cum

Sometimes when you two go for multiple rounds, he'll cum on your ass, chest, and tummy. It all depends on the position

Swagger doesn't really care about music during sex. He doesn't understand it nor enjoy it

Please ride his dick. He'd die /pos

Aftercare is very basic honestly

After you're back from your high, Swagger helps you with whatever you wanna do

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Hello Kenma! Could you please do fanfic about not saying i love you back to swaggersouls? Also nice day.

Accidentally Selfish

Swaggersouls x Reader (gender-neutral)

Genre: comfort

Requested by: Anon

Proofread: No

Music: You're the hero waltzing with the villian, realizing they were right all along

Warnings: Reader having issues with showing love, reader being love-starved, Swagger being confused to an extent, little to no dialogue,

Summary: You came from a rather unaffectionate family. Love wasn't a word tossed around and was rarely used. When Swagger tells you he loves you, you panic.

Author's Note: This will be more of a drabble I hope you don't mind. I thought it would be more interesting to create this confusing relationship with verbally stating love

-Mod Kenma

You were never one to express your care for someone with words. Your entire life you grew up around people who showed that they cared instead of saying it. You would do things for people without being asked to do so. It was something you enjoyed doing and never really thought twice about it. That was until you got with Swaggersouls. Swagger continued to rock your world and turn everything you knew upside down. And you loved it.

You loved how Swagger made you trust yourself and those around you more. He was able to let you express yourself more freely and offered you something that you didn't know you were missing; verbal expression of love. He would compliment everything you did and it always managed to fluster you. His sweet words make your heart flutter and your cheeks burn. It was a feeling you weren't used to. Honestly, it was strange.

The two of you were sitting on the couch at his house, talking about casual things. You were planning on spending the weekend with him, taking a break from the stressful things going on in your life. Spending weekends at each other's house felt like a little vacation, a weekend getaway. The two of you were picking a movie to watch, wanting to see something the two of you had both never watched. It was nice to catch up on movies and talk throughout them. Once the movie was decided, you two got comfortable on the couch, cuddling with a light blanket draped over your forms.

The movie was already halfway done when Swagger said it. You tensed up and looked at him, shocked. "W..What did you just say?" You muttered. Swagger looked at you confused. "I love you?" It was the first time anybody had said that to you. There was a beat of silence before you quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. Nobody had ever said that to you before and emotions were swimming through you. You felt the sincerity in Swagger's voice and the urge to say it back was there but the words were caught in the back of your throat. You looked at yourself in the mirror and stared.

You stared into your own soul, cursing your family for putting you in this predicament. Forcing your lips to be still even though your head repeated those three words like a chant to your lover. "Fuck.." You muttered, sitting down next to the toilet. Your hands shook as you pushed your hair back. A knock at the door stopped you from spiraling further. The door slowly opened and revealed Swagger. Even though his face showed how hurt he was, he walked over to you and sat down next to you. The silence was suffocating. "You don't have to explain what's going on. I just want you to know that I'm here for you. I'm sorry I upset you-" You cut Swagger off by hugging him tightly.

He hugged you back and rubbed comforting circles along your back. You explained through shaky breaths about your history with those three words. Swagger never said a word. He just held you and listened to everything you had to say. "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings." You muttered. "I'm sure I confused the fuck out of you." Swagger gently shushed you and cupped your cheeks. "I was hurt for a little but now that you explained everything to me, I get it now. Don't apologize for something you can't control."

You two stayed sitting on the bathroom floor for a while before Swagger helped you up and led you to his bedroom. You both got into bed and put on some background noise. Bean and Bear hopped up onto the bed and snuggled with you two. Swagger made it clear that he wasn't expecting you to say I love you any time soon. He would wait as long as it took for you to be comfortable.

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Hello kenma! Could you please make a fanfic about how the reader commits suicide and swaggersouls reacts to it? they are together etc. of course you don't have to. I understand 100% that this topic may be very inappropriate for you. Also have a good day

Leaving You Behind

Swaggersouls x gender neutral!reader Requested by: Anon Genre: Angst Proofread: Nope Music: c!Wilbur head over heals for c!Quackity // TNT DUO inspired playlists Warnings: Suicide, coping with a lost one, talk of self-harm Summary: You've been dealing with things on your own for a while now. Things have been getting rougher and rougher and you can't bring yourself to bear the pain anymore. Sadly, that means leaving your favorite person behind. Author's note: This one is super sad, y'all. I'm not gonna lie, while I like this idea, I don't have a real story for it. This is gonna be headcanons of just pure emotion. I'm sorry if they're a bit short. -Mod Kenma

Nobody knew you were dealing with such dark demons. You did a good job of hiding them. You pretended like everything was fine and everyone believed you.

So when you passed, it was a shock. Swagger took it the worst. He was horrified and felt incredibly guilty for not noticing or asking sooner.

Of course, it's not his fault. How was he supposed to know? You were good at keeping things under wraps.

When he got your suicide note, he broke down. He couldn't bring himself to read it. It felt like his entire world was falling apart. You're his entire world and he can't bear to do any of this alone.

The Misfits are right there next to him, trying to help as much as possible. It's hard on them too, you were their friend.

It's very hard to find some sort of normalcy in all of this. You were always there. You would be sitting on Swagger's lap or doing something stupid with Mason. You not being there felt off like the world shifted and wasn't able to return to its normal axis.

Life didn't seem fair, especially at that moment. It was hard for Swagger to do basic things without having a breakdown. You two were always with one another (unless he was streaming). Everything was done with the two of you and now Swagger can't help but feel lost.

The funeral was, to say the least, a mess. Swagger and the Misfits were sobbing their eyes out with the rest of your family. It was a beautiful event but god, Swagger was a mess. He was one to talk and it was a little rough around the edges. He would sniff and break some sentences with a small sob. It's heartbreaking.

Swagger feels incredibly guilty. He feels like it's somehow his fault. Like he should have been a better boyfriend. Even if there was no way for him to help, he still feels like he should have.

I don't think he'll ever move on. Swagger feels like you were the one, his soulmate. You're his one true love. He was supposed to grow old with you and misses you every single day.

He visits your grave a lot. Sometimes he'll have small picnics there and others he'll just sit. He talks to you. He'll tell you about his day or what your friends are doing. He'll go on and on until the sun goes down and he has to leave.

You were his everything and there isn't a day that goes by where he doesn't think about you. You're on his mind 24/7 and nothing will change that.

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Ooooooo Kenma!! You are back, you don't know how happy I am (I have a new account) well if this not bad could I ask for a fanfic? ( swaggersouls, for example, when he confess his love for the reader for the first time or how does he behave while being jealous? Have a nice day♥️

How SwaggerSouls Would Confess

Swaggersouls x gender neutral reader Requested by: anon Proofread: NA Genre: Fluff Music: Songs for you to drink blood to [dark vampire playlist] Warnings: Mentions of smoking & drinking, ya know the usual Misfits stuff Author's Note: Anon this is so cute! I live for soft Swagger <3 I'm glad your new account makes you happy! Starting fresh is always a nice thing to do :D -Mod Kenma

I am a firm believer that Swagger is someone very in tune with others

He tries his best to match the vibe of the room and offers jokes when the comedic timing is right

He likes making others comfortable in his presence and hates when others are uncomfortable

So when it comes to you, he puts his 110% into it

He wants to be the person you turn to for literally anything, even before you two get together

Swagger wants to be seen as reliable and grounded by you

Swagger cares a lot about you, he truly does

That's why he does a ton of research when it comes to what you like and what your interests are when he confesses

He wants to be as genuine as possible

Even if that means being more vulnerable than he's normally comfortable with

His ideal confession is simply asking you on a date first

He wants to leave it as casual as possible, like lunch at your favorite brunch place

You both are dressed casually and comfortable

Swagger probably had to smoke a little to calm his nerves down because he was shaking a little

The Misfits probably had to give him a pep talk (they were all worried that he'd cancel plans if he was too anxious)

Let's be honest, Swagger probably had a sticky note or a piece of paper that had bullet points for what he wanted to roughly say (and yes, it was in his pocket just in case he forgot)

When you two got there, Swagger tried his best to act like a gentleman

He wanted to charm you and prove (mainly to himself) that he can be the perfect man for you

It's up to you if you caught on to what's going on or not

If you do catch on, play along. You'd fluster the FUCK out of him

If you don't, that's okay :)

When your food arrives, he makes light conversation

It's mainly Swagger listening to you talk

He has this goofy smile on his face when he watches you, he looks at you like you're the only thing that matters

And in a way, you are

You mean so much to him, too much

Then he clears his throat, ready to confess

He metaphorically spills his guts to you

Swagger tells you EVERYTHING

How you make him feel, how much he cares, how he truly wants to make you happy, how YOU make him happy

It's honestly a bit of a tear-jerker

He's about to cry, you're about to cry, those at tables around you are about to cry

And honestly, how could you not say no?

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

SwaggerSouls with a faceless streamer S/O

SwaggerSouls with a faceless streamer S/O (gender-neutral reader)

Genre: Fluff

Requested: No

Proofread: No

Music: Wilbur Soot- The Story of Montegeau (unreleased song)

Warnings: Creeps, talk of asking for face reveal, Corpse mention

Author's note: Swagger brain rot

-Mod Kenma

You and Swagger would probably meet at a faceless streamer pannel

You two were sitting next to one another, chit-chatting quietly while others were talking

He was really kind to you, which sort of shocked you at first. You assumed because of his loud personality online that he would be loud in person too

You two stayed in contact with one another after the pannel and became fast streaming friends

You two would stream a lot together and everybody enjoyed you two together

Behind the scenes you two were getting closer and it was obvious to those close to you two

A lot of fellow faceless streamers (specifically Corpse) really pushed for something to happen romantically

And when it did, they were over the moon

You and Swagger went steady at first, going on VR chat dates and similar things

It was pretty nerve-wracking at first but as the night went on you two became more comfortable

You two learned more about one another

Remembering one another's time zone becomes second nature

He never pressures you to show him your face and you do the same

You two decide to face reveal when you two meet again irl

He's a mod for your stream and you bet your bottom dollar he bans weird people

People who ask questions about your face are yelled at and banned by him

When the two of you met up, it was a very emotional moment

You grabbed your luggage tightly, looking around. You were supposed to meet up with just Swagger at any moment. "Where is he..." You whispered looking at your phone. You heard your name, your real name, being called. You turned around and made eye contact with Swagger. The only way you knew it was him 100% was because of his expressive eyes. You said his real name, shocked and confused. He nodded, tears filling his eyes. You dropped your luggage and ran to him, throwing yourself into his arms.

"Look at you." He said, his hands resting on your cheeks. "Look at me? Look at you! You're so handsome!" You ran your fingers through his hair, the biggest smile on your face. You two examined each other, eyes wondering. Without any hesitation, Swagger pulled you in for a soft kiss. You returned the kiss imminently, smiling into it. Loud cheering made you two pull away, red-faced. The other members of Misfits were there, phones in hand, recording. Fitz grabbed your luggage for you.

After you two see each other's faces, it's picture time

You have so many photos of him

Some of them are more casual ones like taking a picture of him looking at something

And others are him doing stupid shit

No in-between I swear

He has the same type of pictures of you so I guess it's fair

When he wants to do face cam stuff, you're either out of view or you have a mask as well

Lots of jokes that he's the knight to whatever type of mask you use (plus adorable ship art)

Swagger would not give a single fuck if you showed your face or not. He still loves you and will support whatever you want to do. Your face being a secret to the internet makes him feel actually pretty special since he's one of the few influencers that has seen your face.

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Hello, sorry to ask but can i ask for headcanon how is life with swaggersouls together as a lovers ? Also good day

Life with Swaggersouls

Swaggersouls x reader (gender neutral)

Requested by anon

Proofread: Nope

Music: Silent Hill Ambiance

Warnings: Misfits I guess (y'all know how chaotic they can be)

Author's note: Anon this is so cute! I love domestic Swagger stuff! Sorry for its shortness

-Mod Kenma

Honestly, a dream

Swagger has such a kind heart and that shows in his everyday life with you

Sometimes he wakes up early and tries his best to have breakfast made or getting worked on before you wake up

It's usually like toast with some eggs or something you've been craving but it always comes from the heart.

Most of the time you two get up at around the same time and cook breakfast together

When he has a stream planned or has some filming to do, you always make sure he has some sort of water and food ready for him (that is if you don't go with him to film with Misfits)

If you do go film with him, you're helping prep for things and make sure everybody is okay.

You're the parent friend with waters and such

You don't baby them, you're just a concerned friend :)

Cleaning is less of a chore than usual with Swagger

He always helps keep his office clean and does his dishes

Whenever you're busy, he always offers to take up a chore to help ease your mind

Whenever you're working, he brings you snacks and something to drink

If you're lucky, he'll order in your favorite and surprise you with a well-deserved break

Bear and Bean love to cuddle with you two when you're having lazy days

Most lazy days consist of either staying in bed all day or going to the couch to watch stuff on the tv. Both are equally good.

You two do simple indoor dates like cooking dinner together or looking at the stars in the backyard

There is never a dull moment between the two of you

Wear his clothes PLEASE. He will sob and compliment you non stop

Whenever he goes out to party, he always lets you know so if something happens, you can get to him

Y'all share locations. I won't elaborate any further.

Swagger is so soft for you

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Hello Mod Kenma!! Can u write some headcanons for Swaggersouls about having a bad day and their S/O trying to calm them with their softness? Thanks in advance 🤗

Bad Days with Swaggersouls

Swaggersouls x reader (gender neutral)

Requested by anon

Proofread: No

Music: This playlist will make you feel you feel like a greek goddess in a ruin garden

Warnings: Swearing, smoking

Author's Note: Y'all really love Swagger and I'm not complaining lol. A little short, sorry about that

-Mod Kenma

Whenever Swagger has a bad day, he goes straight to you. You always manage to make him feel better without even trying

Sometimes Swagger smokes whenever he feels upset but it doesn't help as much as you do

Play with his hair. Run your fingers through it. It helps him relax and you can see him relax his tense shoulders

The two of you cuddle up together and watch something on the tv

Let him vent it out. He needs to have someone listen to him

Tell him about your day to distract him. He'd love to hear about it

The cats will sense their cat dad's feelings and join in the cuddle pile

Order take-out! Nothing says relaxation like ordering your favorite meal

Sometimes a distraction helps Swagger. Play Mario Kart together or Mario Party. Nothing like simple games to make him playfully competitive

Since you're the opposite of Swagger (calmer, quieter, sweeter), he finds comfort in your presence so just taking a nap together makes him feel good

Going on a walk is a good way to feel better. Maybe a picnic? Take Swagger on a picnic. Even if it's just sitting on a blanket in the backyard, barefoot and in comfy clothes

I think overall, doing simple tasks with Swagger would make him feel a lot better. You have a calming energy and it makes him feel safe, even if he's bigger than you. He can't put his finger on it but honestly, he doesn't want to. He likes that he can feel vulnerable with you and wouldn't change it for the world