Last Seen Blogs
Text
Favorite cuddle position Head canon
Characters: Badboyhalo, Quackity, Technoblade, Karl, Wilbur, Schlatt
Warning: Fluff, Mention of alcohol
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bbh: The sweetheart cradle/head on chest. He loves for you to lay your head on his chest. He'll wrap his arms around you and lightly stroke your hair.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Quackity: The face to face. Both laying on your sides face to face. Quackitys arm draped lightly on your side. He likes to look at you. He likes to see your face.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Technoblade: Spooning. Though he was very hesitant at first, eventually he snuggles with you. He feels like he's protecting you. And if he holds you close like this no one can hurt you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Karl: The honeymoon hug. He just likes to be touching you. He wants to hold you but at the same time be held. Karl likes you to be very close. Your legs intertwining.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wilbur: Head on lap. He likes to lay his head on your lap. Especially if he got stressed over work. It's just so comforting to him
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Schlatt: Back to Back. That is when he's sober. He has too much pride to want to cuddle. But when he's drunk he's a big snuggler. He just comes up and full on lays on you. Holding you close.
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Re-blog this if:
- you’re gay
- can read
- support gay people
- want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past
- are an antelope
- or want a chocolate bar.
No one will know which applies.
41K notes
·
View notes
Note
Yo Could I get a coffee shop au for Karl?
Also could i be 💅 anon?
Hey! And yes! Your the first on the anon list! Also I got carried away with ideas so this is gonna be a full series called Espresso and Records!
Word count: 1k
Warnings:None
On the end of Lobelia road stood a tiny coffee shop. Rain lightly pattered against the window. The brick veneer covering the bottom half of the shop was dark with rain. The dark wood door closed so as to not let any heat out. It was dark outside, The dark clouds blocking the slow sun rise. An old clock on the wall hands pointed to ‘4:30’. The front counter was a dark wood. With a glass display case. There were a few small tables with chairs. Each one had a lantern in the middle. The lanterns gave the Cafe a warm dim glow. The floor was wood to match the counters. The walls were painted black giving the cafe a small cozy vibe.
Behind the counter stood a man. He was around twenty-two. Brushing his fluffy brown hair out of his face he ran his painted black nails. The paint chipped and coming of. He wore a deep green sweater. The collar of a white button down shirt poking out. He wore plain black jeans. Wrapping a black apron around himself he grabbed a rag from under the counter
Karl wiped down the wood counter. Lifting up the empty tip jar he wiped under it. Setting it down with a clink. Walking over to the old record player he placed in another record. ‘My heart is buried in Venice’ filled the shop. The record player’s white paint was chipped and dirty. It was his Mothers. Once it sat in her room untouched, but now it sat on a table in the shop. Next to it was a picture of his mother and father. Walking around Karl picked up a spray bottle. It was filled halfway with water. Walking around he sprayed the plants. Plants were everywhere in the coffee shop. From devils ivy to chinese evergreen.
He sprayed the spider plant. It hung near the door from the roof. Frowning, he lightly lifted up one of its leaves. It was starting to get yellow. Wilting slightly. Spraying extra water he made a mental note to water it more. Karl glanced at the clock. ‘5:03’. Sighing, he placed down the spray bottle. He quickly walked over to the front counter. Walking around it he flipped on a few machines.
He entered the back room flicking on the light. The back room contained a big sink, freezer, oven, and storage. Walking to the freezer he pulled out a tray. On it were a variety of danishes. Usually they were homemade but if Karl was busy with his studies and didn't have time he would use the frozen ones. Lately he hasn't had much time for baking. Karl ran the coffee shop but was also studying at Corymbia University. He took only afternoon classes, running the shop from 5:30am till 1 pm. His friend Alex worked later shifts.
He didn't make a lot of money but he loved it. It used to be his mothers but after she passed he took it over. Karl quickly walked back to the front counter. He grabbed a stool and chalkboard erasure. Placing the stool in front of the chalkboard menu he turned around. Bending down he opened a cabinet. Grabbing the chalk box he grabbed out a pastel pink chalk. The clouds have cleared slightly. Lighting up the tiny coffee shop.
Karl climbed onto the stool. Erasing the old chalk. Leaving behind only the “Today's Special” title. It was written in a pastel green color and cursive. He looked at it trying to decide what to make today's special. Everyday he would choose a drink and pastries to make the special. You would get them both for cheaper. Karl reached up writing “Mocaccino and Eclairs” . He wrote it in big letters so people could see it. He glanced over his shoulder at the clock. ‘5:25’ He stepped down, placing down the chalk. He quickly walked over to the record player, Taking off the vinyl he switched it out. Bookstore girl started playing. The smell of danishes lightly filled the air. Walking over to the door he unlocked it. Flipping over the sign to read ‘Open’
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Karl stood behind the counter. Slumped over his head in his hands. He was waiting for his first customer. Usually early in the morning college students would keep him busy. A jingle symbolizing the entrance of a customer. “Welcome to Cafe Kahvia!” A girl walked in wearing an oversized hoodie. It was black with Corymbia University written in red on her chest. She had a black backpack slung over one shoulder. She gave him a light smile walking up to the counter. He recognized her. She was a regular at his shop. She usually just ordered an iced coffee croissant. “Your usual?” Karl asked with a smile. “Hmmmm….” The girl looked up at the menu, “Actually I'll have the special.” She said with a smile. “Ohhhh spicing it today Y/N.” Karl joked, moving to make her coffee. Y/N lightly chuckled. “How are your studies going, Forensics right?” Karl aked. “Yep, interesting as always. How about yours?” Y/N said. Karl shrugged, pouring the coffee into the plastic cup.
“Stressful as always.” Karl said with a chuckle. Turning around he grabbed the whipped cream. Looking back at her raised it. Silently asking if she wanted whip. Y/N nodded. Shaking it he sprayed it onto the drink. “Hey we have a study group tonight, if you'd like to join?” Y/N asked. Turning around Karl placed her drink down. “Depends,” He said, turning around to get the eclair, “What time is it?” Y/N perked up smiling, “8 pm! At the library.” Karl smiled at her excitement, slipping the eclair into a bag. “Sounds good.” Karl placed the bad next to her drink. “Yay, just met me at the east wing library!” Y/N said, grabbing the bag and drink. “7.35.” Karl said opening the register. Y/N handed him the money. “See you then!” she said turning around to leave. The door chimed as she left.
#karl#karl jacobs#karl x reader#karl jacobs x reader#karl jacobs x y/n#karl jacobs x you#mcyt#mcyt headcanons#mcyt imagine#mcyt imagines#mcyt x reader#mcyt x y/n#mcyt x y/n#mcyt fluff#coffetime#coffeshop#coffe shop au#college au#modern au
115 notes
·
View notes
Note
Ello luv, firstly how are ya doing today m'lady/sir?
Secondly may I please request a yander dream x fem reader (it's fine if it isn't fem)
Heyo! I'm doing good! Sorry this is so short:(
Word Count:780
Warnings: Yandere, Unhealthy relationship, Cursing, Violence, Kidnapping, Murder
As Y/N came to the first thing she noticed was the cold floor against her skin. The world around her was dark. The smell of dust and dirt filled her nose. She immediately noticed the cloth around her mouth and ropes around her waist. Her heart stopped as she tried to move her hands. Y/N quickly tried pulling her hands apart. The rope rubbed against her skin. Her breathing quickened as she tried to sit up. A light filling the room caused her to freeze. Y/N’s eyes focused immediately landing on the tall man who stood in the doorway. His green hoodie speckled with deep red blood. His dirty white mask was cracked and pushed to the side. His piercing green eyes looked down at her. “You’re finally awake.” He said with a smirk. Y/N didn't say anything not daring to take her eyes off him. He took a slow step forward. “Don’t be scared princess, i'm not gonna hurt you.” Dream walked forward leaning down in front of her. Y/N tried scooting away. Dream quickly grabbed her pulling her closer. “Just behave and nothing bad will happen.” Dream growled.
Y/N eyes met his. He looked so deranged. She flinched as Dream reached for her. He pulled the cloth covering her mouth down. “What's going on? Let me go!” Y/N immediately said. Dream just chuckled lightly dragging his hand along her jaw. He enjoyed the fear in her eyes as she tried to move away from his hand. “No, no I can't let you go, I've waited too long.” Y/N whimpered as he lightly squeezed her neck. “Watching you all the time. Seeing how you flirt with that stupid fox.” Dream snarled. His eyebrows furrowed as he scowled. “That stupid stupid fox….” Y/N looked at him with wide eyes. Fundy? Was he talking about Fundy? Dream suddenly smiled looking back at her. “But he won't be a problem anymore.” Y/N’s blood froze in her veins. Eyes glancing down at the blood on his hoodie. “What did you do?!” Her voice quivered with fear. Dream smiled tilting his head slightly, enjoying her fear.
“I got rid of him!” He spoke in a happy voice proud of what he'd done. Y/N felt tears slip down her face. Dreams hand cupped her cheek, “Aww don't cry princess. Im here. All you need is me!” Y/N sobbed trying to pull away from him looking away. Dream didn't like that. He placed his other hand on her cheek, gripping her face. Forcing her to look at him. “Stop crying.” He growled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Y/N laid on the floor crying. Dream had left around an hour ago. He left her tied up, the light still on. She looked around her with teary eyes. The floor was a light grey concrete the roof was made out of wood with some wires running along it. The wall was brick. She was tied up in the corner, her arms and legs bound by rope. The cloth once covering her mouth hung loosely around her neck. Y/N’s eyelids became heavy. She struggled to keep them open. “Ok i'll close my eyes for 10 seconds then open them” she told herself. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Open. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, …………..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Y/N awoke to the feeling of someone watching her. Opening her eyes a figure standing above her came into focus. Dream looked down at her. “Morning princess.” Y/N didn't move or speak just stared at him.
“Not gonna say anything?” Dream loudly placed the plate down on the ground. She looked over at it. It was a plate of waffles with strawberries. Her favorite. ‘How'd he know she thought.’ Dream snickered, placing his hand on her chin. “Don't look so surprised, I know everything about you.” Y/N looked away disgusted. Dream sighed roughly grabbing her face. “You're going to listen to me. Understand?” Dream spoke harshly, staring down at it. Y/N looked at him scowling. Spitting in his face. Dream rubbed it off anger filling his body. He raised his hand striking her face. “YOU ARE GOING TO BE GOOD.” His voice rang out. Y/N let out a sob shaking her head. “Listen here princess, I'm all you got. If you ever disobey me i’ll make you regret every second of your life.” Dream hissed roughly grabbing her face forcing her to look up at him. Y/N continued to sob. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead before he stood up and left. Flicking of the light leaving her crying in the dark.
#Yandere#yandere#dream smp x reader#dream smp headcanons#dream x reader#dreamwastaken x reader#y/n#mcyt#mcyt imagine#mcyt imagines#mcyt x reader#mcyt headcanons#dream x y/n#dream x you#dreamwastaken x you#dreamwastaken x y/n#dreamsmpyandere#dreamsmp x reader#dreamsmp x y/n#dreamsmp x you
323 notes
·
View notes
Text
Reaction to you being sick
Warnings: None
Includes: Badboyhalo, Technoblade, Sapnap, Dream, Quackity
Bbh: Is very worried. Even if it's just a simple cold. Will make sure you are comfortable. Takes your temperature every hour. If you want snuggles he won't hesitate. Even if he'll get sick as well, he won't leave your side.
TechnoBlade: Techno doesn't really know what to do. He's never really had to take care of a sick person. Will bring you soup. Techno will sit by your side and read to you. Won't let you get up. You need something? He'll get it.
Sapnap: Came in all like Hey Mamas. Notices your sick. Lowkey doesn't know what to do. He orders you some food and makes sure your comfortable.
Dream: Forces you to take medicine. Will give you shoulder massages. Makes some tea and doesn't let anyone disturb you. Makes your favorite food. Turns on your favorite movie and watches it with you.
Quackity: As soon as he found out you were sick. He looks up How to take care of a sick s/o. Follows a wikihow. Gives you so many hugs and kisses. Stays with you the whole time.
#mcyt#mcyt headcanons#mcyt imagine#mcyt imagines#mcyt x reader#badboyhalo x reader#technoblade x reader#sapnap x reader#dream x reader#quackity x reader#x reader#fluff#dream smp headcanons#headcanon#the arcana x reader
98 notes
·
View notes
Text
C!Jschlatt x Reader--Short Oneshot
Warnings: Alcohol, Angst, Fighting, Language
Reader: She/Her
Word Count: 470
Prompt: “This used to be a great country but you are destroying it.”
Y/N straightened her tie. The clatter of her red heels filled the hallway. Her hair bounced behind her with every large step. She walked quickly heading for Schlatt’s office. Y/N worked with him. Worked for the success of Manburg. She had spent hours and hours working. Doing paperwork Schlatt was too drunk to do. Preventing him from injuring himself. She was the one who was there when he sobbed to her drunk out of his mind. She was the one who stayed with him when everyone else left. She stayed gripping onto a string of hope. A hope that Schlatt could become the man he once was. The man he was before the alcohol and power got to him.
He was so kind, yes he was still an asshole back then. But she wanted him back. The man she had fallen in love with. Not this monster. She missed their home. Once full of life and love. A cozy little house. Now all they had was an empty mansion and their room he never slept in. Instead sleeping in his office surrounded by empty bottles. They used to have so many dreams. Dreams together. Dreams of ruling a great country. Y/N came to a halt. In front of her were the large dark oak doors leading to Schlatt’s office. Taking a deep breath she pushed open the door.
Schlatt was sitting at his desk. Clasping an empty whiskey bottle in his hand. He didn't even look at her we she walked in. “Schlatt….” She said walking towards him. He finally looked up at her scowling. “There you are,” Schlatt lifted up his hand waving the empty bottle in her face, “Get me more alcohol.” Y/N pushed the bottle away. “You don't need any more alcohol.” She retorted. Anger covered his face, his eyebrows furrowing. He slowly stood from his chair towering over her. The glass shattered against the wall when he threw it. “DID YOU HEAR ME I SAID GET ME MORE ALCOHOL!” Schlatt screamed.
Y/N shivered slightly standing her ground. “I said no.” She said, trying to keep her voice steady. Schlatt scowled, swiping his hand across his desk sending bottles and papers to the ground. Slamming his fist to the desk. Y/N flinched trying to stand up straighter. “You should be grateful you still have a fucking job.”
“Im quiting.”
“WHAT!!! AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR YOU”
“ALL YOU'VE DONE IS RUIN MANBURG!”
“I'M THE BEST THIS COUNTRY'S HAD!”
“This used to be a great country but you are destroying it!” Y/N snarled.
Schlatt stood in shock. Watching as she turned on her heels and walked away. As soon as she got passed the door tears fell down her face.
#jschlatt x reader#jschlatt x you#schlatt x reader#Schlatt x you#dream smp headcanons#dream smp x reader#Angst#mcyt#mcyt imagine#mcyt imagines#mcyt headcanons#mcyt x reader
73 notes
·
View notes
Note
Once again lol, I’m the one who requested the Quackity fic. I’m so sorry my request ended up triggering you! I knew it might trigger someone because of the topic so I was hesitant to ask. It’s totally fine and thanks for telling me instead of just like disappearing. <3
Its okay thank you for be understanding <3
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sorry
To the person who asked for the platonic quackity x reader. I just cant do it. Ill probably write a platonic quackity fic but just not with the specific ask. I'm really sorry i really really tried to write it but it ended up triggering me so sorry I wont be finishing the fic
4 notes
·
View notes
Note
I don’t mean to be annoying and this is the only time I’ll send this but I was wondering if you got my request for the platonic Quackity x reader. Just wondering since sometimes requests don’t go through on here. Thanks <3
Yes I got it! I'm so sorry it’s taking so long! I started writing it but then I got stuck . But It’ll be done sometime this night! So i'll post it then :)
5 notes
·
View notes
Note
can you write something with dream? 👉👈
Yep! Im done! I used she/her for this, but if you'd like me to write another one with different pronouns I will! Here's the link :)
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Did You Mean It?: Dream x Y/N
She/Her Y/N
Warnings: Language, fluff
Words: 760
Requested: Yes
Prompt: “Those things you said yesterday, did you mean them?”
Dream sat on the grass looking out at the lake. His mask lay abandoned beside him. Leaning back his head the breeze lightly flowing through his dirty blonde hair. Leaning back, his back met the grass. He hummed basking in the earthy scent and the promise of rain. The sky above him was covered in dark clouds. Dream watched as the last sight of blue was slowly covered in grey. He would have to move soon, this place was windswept and wet. The flat land providing no shelter.
The sound of approaching footsteps caused him to sit up. Dream quickly put on his mask before turning to see Y/N approaching. She gave him a light smile. “What are you doing?” she asked. He looked up at her tilting his head slightly. “Enjoying the beauty of the land.” Y/N raised an eyebrow smirking slightly. “Ah yes the beauty of such barren lands.”
“It's not barren, theres life all around us.”
“Since when are you so positive?” she jested plopping down next to him. Y/N looked up at the sky, “We should leave, it's going to rain soon.” Dream just sighed in response. “You know, I think i'll just sleep here.” He said, laying down . Y/N chuckled laying down as well. Dream turned his head to look at her. Rolling over on his side and propping himself up on his elbow. Y/N looked over at him, eyes glancing over his arm. His green hoodie was rolled up exposing his muscle.
Biting the inside of her cheek she looked back up. “What are you thinking about.” Dream said, his voice soft. Y/N smirked, might as well tease him. “Just about how sexy you are.” Dream chuckled lightly “Oh yeah?” Y/N hummed closing her eyes. She opened one eye looking at his masked face. “Are you ever going to let me see your face?” Y/N asked. Dream sighed laying back down on his back.
“What if I do then you decide you don't like me anymore.” Dream mumbled.
“That wouldn't happen, nothing would change how I feel about you.”
“You say that but…”
“But what?”
Dream didn't respond. Y/N looked back at him frowning. “I love you Dream.” She said sitting up. She leaned over him placing a hand on the side of his mask. “I love you too…”
“It’s okay if you don't want to show me.”
“I do, it's just…” Dream sighed.
Y/N leaned down pressing a kiss on his mask. She gave him a kind reassuring smile. “I’ll be with you no matter what Dream.” Dream moved his mask slightly above his mouth sitting up and placing his lips against hers. Y/N leaned into the kiss. The feeling of rain caused them to pull away. They looked up at the sky. Dream stood up offering a hand to Y/N. Taking it she allowed Dream to help her up.
“We should go back.” Dream said. Y/N nodded.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Y/N laid in her bed. Her room dark and moonlit. The nightmarish screams of phantoms filled the room. Sighing, she turned over covering her ears. She couldn't sleep. Groaning she sat up. Her feet hit the cold cobblestone floor. Standing up she made her way to the kitchen. Grabbing a cup from the cupboard she filled it up. Turning around she leaned back against the counter sipping on her water.
The one torch was the only light source. Casting a warm glow in the kitchen. The rain had finally stopped. A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. Walking to the door she opened it. There Dream stood, his hair tousled and hoodie creased. “Dream? What are you doing? It's like 1 am.” Y/N said stepping to the side letting him in. Closing the door she turned to him. “Those things you said yesterday, did you mean them?” Dream said his voice brittle. Y/N looked up at him with concern, “Yes of course.” Dream reached behind his head. Unbuckling his mask letting it fall to the floor. Y/N looked up at him with shock. Reaching up she placed her hand on his cheek. His eyes met hers. Leaning forward she placed a small kiss on his lips. “You. Are. So. Handsome!” She said in between kisses. Dream chuckled a few tears slipping down his face. Y/N kissed his tears away. “Why are you crying?” Dream leaned down, placing another kiss on her lips, “I'm just so happy.”
#dream smp headcanons#dream smp x reader#dreamwastaken#x reader#dreamwastaken x reader#dream x reader#fluff#oneshot#anon
196 notes
·
View notes
Text
I'm in a writing mood but don't know who to write for. Give me characters
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Talk to me: Badboyhalo x reader
Warning: Hurt/comfort, injury
Word count: 900
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prompt: “Stop telling me you’re okay”
Y/N sat on her knees opening the chest in front of her. She peered down at the contents, frowning. There was no wood. All there was dirt and almost broken weapons. Completely useless. Sighing she slammed the chest shut laying her head on it. Y/N’s fist balled up, she slammed it on the chest. “God damnit….” she muttered, pushing herself up. She really needed that wood. Y/N was commissioned to build a new bee sanctuary by Tubbo. But he didn't even give her any supplies. Even worse she had a day left to make it. Y/N had already got most of it done. Tubbo told her he wanted it big and spruce wood to match Snowchester’s vibe.
She had already spent hours leveling the ground for it. Y/N also still had to help out Niki. There was so much to do yet so little time. Picking up her netherite axe she turned on her feet. Pushing open the door she left not bothering to close it. Stepping over the egg vines she grumbled, “Not enough time.” Moving her foot it got caught on one of the vines. Sending her straight to the ground. She threw her hands out infront of her, scraping them against the wooden path.
“Are you okay muffin?” A soft voice rang out. Looking up her eyes met Bads. He leaned down offering a hand. Y/N begrudgingly took it, allowing him to help her up. After helping her up he placed a hand on her shoulder, peering down at her. “Im fine.” she mumbled. Bending down a little he looked at her quizzically, “What's wrong?” Y/N just frowned brushing his hand off, “I have work to do.” SHe turned on her heel walking off. Bad frowned as he watched her go. Y/N walked off being extra careful not to trip on anymore vines. Scowling she looked at them. They covered so much. They were ugly too. Such a violent red. But Bad liked them so she would let them be. Y/N couldn't understand his obsession with the egg.
Sometimes it felt like he cared more about the egg then her. Bad brought her to the egg multiple times, and she would pretend like she could hear it. Just to make Bad happy. It was tearing her and her friends apart. Y/N didn't like the egg. She didn't like what it was turning bad into. Y/N made her way to the portal, it would be faster to travel through the nether. Carefully she made her way across the bridge, pushing off piglins when they came to attack.
A cry from a ghast broke her concentration. Looking up a fireball came straight to her face. She made a failed attempt to knock it away. The blast sent her flying back. Half her body hanging off the bridge she scrambled to pull herself up another fire ball narrowly missing her shoulder. She swung her legs up, pulling herself up onto the bridge. The ghast cries reminded her she didn't have time to rest
Jumping to her feet she quickly started running. She winced as she ran the cut on her leg felt like it was on fire. The adrenaline pumping through her veins kept her moving. Y/N stumbled through the nether portal. Now in the overworld tall spruce trees surrounded her. Sighing she plopped down examining the wound on her calf. It wasn't too deep but the cut was surrounded by burns. Reaching into her bad she pulled out some ointment and gauze. Y/N winced as she applied the ointment. After she was done she quickly wrapped it tightly. Sitting back she allowed the numbing effect of the ointment to take place. It still hurt but it was good enough to work on. She looked down at her axe then to the trees. Y/N needed about five stacks. It was going to be a long day.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bad sat at the counter waiting for Y/N to return. It was dark out and he was getting slightly worried. Bad sprung up at the sound of the door slamming. Y/N entered tossing her axe on the table. She had a slight limp and looked tired. “Baby… How are you doing?” Bad asked in a soft tone. Y/N looked up at him and said, “I'm okay.” Bad frowned. She wasn't okay, she didn't look okay.
“You know you can talk to me.”
“Babe, I'm okay.” Y/N looked up at him and smiled. The smile didn't reach her eyes and Bad knew it was fake. Bad pulled her into a tight hug placing his head on hers. “Stop telling me you're okay, I know you're not.” Y/N’s bottom lip quivered, closing her eyes as tears threatened to spill out. She wrapped her arms around him as he squeezed her tighter. He ran his hand up and down her back. She cried quietly, tears falling onto his shoulder. Bad didn't say anything he just held her. They stood like this for a few minutes before Bad pulled away. He took her face in his hands there eyes meeting. “Baby, I love you and you can always talk to me.” he assured her. Y/N took a deep breath before letting all her worries and pains fall out. Bad held her and listened.
#badboyhalo x reader#badboyhalo#hurt#comfott#hurt/comfort#dream smp headcanons#oneshot#dream smp x reader#x reader#fluff#angst#mcyt imagines#mcyt headcanons#mcyt x reader#mcyt fanfiction
246 notes
·
View notes