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Shots
Hardersson x Baby!Reader
Part of The Big Adventures Universe
Summary: Magda cries
You lift your arms up and Pernille swings you up into your car seat, buckling you in. You wiggle happily and Pernille pulls a silly face at you to get you laughing.
At a few months past one years old, you've been successfully booked in for your polio shot.
You've been fairly good all morning and get into the car happily.
Pernille turns around to get the other child in as well.
"Magda," She says," Get in the car."
Her girlfriend stands by the closed passenger door, arms crossed over her chest. "No."
"Magda," Pernille says again," The car. Get in it."
"You can't make me."
"Then don't come." Pernille doesn't really have time for this so walks around to the driver's side. "You can have lunch ready for when we come home."
"No, wait! I'll come!"
Magda finally slides into the seat, buckling herself in and still stubbornly crossing her arms over her chest.
"Stop with the pout," Pernille says," She's going to get her shot. End of discussion."
"It's going to hurt her!" Magda insists," Why isn't there a spray we can give her? Why haven't they invented that yet?!"
"Because the injection remains the best way," Pernille replies," You can wait outside if seeing her cry really bothers you."
"No!"
Magda paces like a lion as you sit on Pernille's lap while the doctor readies your polio shot.
"It'll be quick," The doctor assures her," She won't even notice it."
You don't, not at first anyway.
Pernille clicks her fingers in the opposite direction to your shot and you tilt your head to follow the sound.
You don't see the needle go in and you don't react at all until Magda bursts into tears. You watch Magda cry and that immediately triggers your own crying.
"Magda," Pernille hisses as she bounces you," Why are you crying?"
"She's crying," Magda blubbers," She's hurt!"
"She's crying because you're crying."
"We're both crying," Magda agrees," Can-Can we cry together?" She holds her arms out for you and Pernille transfers you into them.
You're both sobbing by the time you get into the car and Magda insists on sitting in the back with you while Pernille drives.
Your own tears have petered off by the time you've gotten home though Magda still has a few spilling down her cheeks.
It's a little funny, Pernille thinks, that Magda burst into sympathetic tears thinking you would have already been sobbing which only triggered a wave of your own sympathetic tears straight back at her.
"Feeling better now?" Pernille coos at you as she picks you up out of your seat.
"She seems a bit feverish," Magda says, bottom lip being worried by her teeth," We should take her back. To check her out."
"The doctor told us this might happen," Pernille replies, unlocking the house with you on her hip easily," Which you would know if you'd listened when the doctor told us."
"Are you sure? What if she breaks out in hives?"
"Then we'll take her back but this is normal Magda. She's a little hot but that's fine. Anything else?"
Magda winces. "Her plaster's coming off."
"We've got puppy plasters in the bathroom cabinet. Why don't you grab one and we'll put it on her."
Magda all but runs upstairs to the medicine cabinet and Pernille shakes her head fondly after her.
She bounces you. "Your Morsa is such a worrywart sometimes. Honestly, crying because you got your shot. She's so silly."
You giggle a little bit. "Morsa silly."
"That's right, she is."
Magda comes slipping into the room, sliding along the floor in just her socks and nearly colliding with the tv. "I've got the puppy plasters! Do you want to choose which one you want?"
You lean forward in Pernille's arms as Magda shows you all the options, pointing towards the cartoon version of a spitz style puppy.
"Good choice!"
Magda unwraps it before sticking it straight onto where you've had your shot.
"Look at that, so pretty!"
You giggle again, poking your new plaster and Magda winces.
"Princesse!" She scolds," That will hurt you!"
"She's fine, Magda," Pernille says," She's forgotten it's even happened."
Magda frowns. "But how? It's traumatising!"
"Maybe to you but she doesn't care about much outside of cuddles and food. She's fine."
#woso x reader#hardersson x reader#pernille harder x reader#pernille harder#magdalena eriksson x reader#magdalena eriksson#woso community#woso imagine#woso fanfics#woso#the big adventures universe
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Twst Unveil Event: The goddess of love's blessing Part 2
Yuurin: *in this dress and hairstyle*
The Savanaclaw students: ...
Leona, Ruggie, and Jack: ...
Savanaclaw student A: L-Little sis? You're gorgeous and all, but are you going to class looking like the goddess you are?
Yuurin: To be honest, senpai, I don't want to.
Savanaclaw student B: Then why not change to something else? We've got cooler outfit for ya—
Yuurin: The nymphs dressed me.
The Savanaclaw students: ...
Savanaclaw student C: Shit. We can't do anything about that.
Leona: ...
Leona: Looks like we have no choice.
Leona: Ruggie, Jack, and I will accompany you.
Ruggie: Nope. Jack and I will accompany Yuurin.
Ruggie: You stay here.
Leona: Why?
Ruggie: You're going to beat up every student who looks at her.
Leona: Oh yeah? And what's the problem with that?
Yuurin: Leona-senpai, I'll be fine. After all, not everyone knows I'm actually a girl.
Leona: ...
Leona: Yuurin, people are already hitting on you even though they believe you're a boy.
The Savanaclaw students: *nods in agreement*
Yuurin: ...
Yuurin: I've got the strength of Hercules.
The Savanaclaw students: ...
Leona: ...
Leona: Promise me that you'll punch them hard in the face if anyone tries to be funny.
Yuurin: Yes, Leona-senpai.
Riddle: Y-Yuurin?
Yuurin: Good morning, Riddle-senpai.
Riddle: ...
Riddle: *clears throat* What are you doing here?
Yuurin: The headmaster hasn't allowed me to attend any class today.
Riddle: Is it because you're not wearing a uniform?
Yuurin: Yes.
Riddle: Hm. Yuurin, you're not the type to violate dress code. So I assume there must be a reason why you're wearing a dress today.
Yuurin: *nods*
Riddle: I see. Anyway, I'm glad you decided to visit Heartslabyul.
Yuurin: It's one of places I know where no one will bother me.
Riddle: Then... How come you didn't return to Savanaclaw?
Yuurin: ...
Yuurin: My godmothers are preventing me from going back to my dorm.
Riddle: Godmothers?
Yuurin: Yes. They are nymphs.
Yuurin: They're urging me to go to other places instead.
Riddle: ...
Azul: So Yuurin can't go back to Savanaclaw dorm because of his current state?
Leona: Yes. And not only that, he can't be accompanied by anyone from Savanaclaw. That includes me.
Vil: Oh dear. You must be really annoyed by that, Leona.
Leona: How would you feel if Epel is not in your sight, huh?!
Vil: ...
Idia: Okay, mom, dad. Let's not fight here.
Leona and Vil: Shut up!
Idia: ...
Azul: Anyway, Leona, are you here to ask us to accept Yuurin into our dorms just in case?
Leona: Yes. Although Yuurin has his own money, I'll be the one paying for his accomodations.
Vil: I don't need your money. Yuurin can stay in Pomefiore anytime.
Idia: Same thing in Ignihyde.
Azul: I'm running a business so I'll be accepting a payment. Thank you.
Riddle: Where are you planning to go now?
Yuurin: To Pomefiore. Vil-senpai has a room for me there.
Riddle: *sad frowns* I'm sorry. I wish I could offer you a room, but Heartslabyul already has too many students.
Yuurin: Don't worry about it, senpai. I have enjoyed chatting with you.
Riddle: *chuckles* Please come again whenever you have a free time.
'He's cute.'
'But he's short. Cross him out.'
Yuurin and Riddle: !!!
Riddle: Wh-What was that?!
#twisted wonderland#twst yuurin#twst riddle#twst leona#twst ruggie#twst jack#twst savanaclaw#twst azul#twst vil#twst idia#google image#twst unveil: the goddess of love's blessing
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🍓 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 + 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘶 🍓
dom!beidou x sub!fem reader
warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, strap usage, size kink, inexperienced reader, implied foreplay/prep
the captain's quarters. often found empty considering her busy work as a captain, though tonight, they find themselves occupied in a rather interesting fashion.
beidou wraps her calloused hand around the base of her thick strap, a lustful look in her exposed eye as she tilts her chin towards you.
"c'mere, sweetheart." she beckons you closer, watching you crawl across the bed to her.
you looked so cute, dolled up in a pretty little white lace lingerie set. so adorable, like you're a new toy, gift wrapped just for her to open up and use to her heart's content.
she coats the material in a slick substance you're not quite familiar with, but you don't question it when she pulls you into her lap, situated so the strap sits menacingly in front of you while her hand wraps around your waist.
her other hand cups your jaw, tilting your head back to look up at her. "think you can take it?" she asks and you glance back at it.
"it looks... big."
she barks out a little laughter, hand squeezing your waist. "you're adorable. of course, it's big. i like seeing pretty little things like you struggle to take it all."
your lips open, obviously shy from her words, and she leans in to kiss you, tongue sliding over yours. it's messy, and you try to match her movements clumsily, but she can feel your desperation to earn her praise. she can tell you so badly want her to say you're doing well.
she pulls away, hearing you breathing shallowly in her ear. "besides, i stretched you out real good earlier with my fingers, yeah?" she coos at your embarrassment when you nod. "see? nothing to worry about."
she lifts your hips, eagerly sliding your panties aside and positioning you over the tip of her strap while you nervously clutch onto her shoulders. "beidou... it...mmm." you begin to mumble softly.
you're hesitant, she knows that. but it's only a matter of time before she'll have you singing on her strap, just as you were with her fingers stuffed in you.
"i'll go slow, sweetheart. don't worry." her grip is iron-tight on your hips as she eases you down slowly, and you grab feebly onto her biceps. she can feel the resistance, rubbing circles into your hips as she pushes more in before you whine at her.
"full." you mewl and she tuts.
"full? you can't be! you've only got half of me inside, baby." she sounds soft, but her voice is ridden with lust for you. "breathe." she reminds you, helping you sink all the way down, inhaling sharply with all your pathetic little whimpers and sniffles.
once you've taken all of her, she finally gives you that praise she knows you've been aching for.
"good girl." she kisses the side of your head, soothing you gently while you try to get accustomed to the feeling of being completely full. "such a good girl for me, huh?"
she slowly, shallowly fucks you, letting you adjust before your own hips begin to grind down into her, a shy rhythm she finds so cute.
she starts bouncing you on her cock, feeling you bury your head into your shoulder, though she's quick to snake a hand into your hair, tugging you back up. "focus on me, sweetheart." she orders.
she urges you to ride her, even with shaky legs and an uneven tempo. you do your best, holding onto her with shaky hands while her own hands eagerly go to the clasp of your bra.
the moment she gets it off, she flings it away, exposing your chest for her. she leans in, laving her tongue over your pert nipples, kissing each one, leaving little marks across your chest while you ride her, panting from exertion until she finally helps you.
her hands grip your hips, slamming you onto her strap as your head falls back, hands sliding down her arms as you let her use your body. "pretty little slut, ain't ya?" she grins, grinding her hips up to seek your g-spot out.
your body bounces with each thrust, feeling so small in her lap while she treats you like her stress reliever. when she finally finds it, your entire body twitches, face scrunching up and she laughs, excitedly abusing the spot until she brings you right up to the edge, only to suddenly stop.
your head falls forward, eyes teary. "keep going!"
"beg me, baby. beg me to let you cum on my cock." she holds you completely still, her strength overpowering you, forcing you to beg her first.
"please... please..."
"say what i wanna hear, and maybe i'll consider it."
"please let me... cum on your cock..." you sniffle, looking up with wide eyes that she just can't say no to.
"that's it, that's a good girl." she praises, fucking you once more, feeling your body jolt in her lap. you were so cute... like a little angel, all for her to corrupt and ruin on her cock. "cum for me." she mutters into your ear, feeling you squeeze around her, keeping her trapped where she is.
you moan so prettily for her. you sound so soft, so sweet as your noises spill from your lips uncontrollably, just like the slick from your cunt.
she shallowly fucks you the best she can, one of her hands sliding to the back of your throat to keep you looking at her. it slides to your chin instead, swiping over your lip, then your cheekbone as you recover.
"how was that?" she asks, grinning at your shaky body, still fully seated on her strap.
"so good-" you whimper, prompting her to kiss you once more, this time, a much more soft and tender moment as you rest against her.
when she pulls away, she smooths a hand down your back. "just take a minute. i've got a few more positions we gotta try next." she grins wickedly at your soft little whine.
#genshin smut#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact smut#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader smut#fem reader#genshin wlw#beidou x y/n#beidou x you#beidou smut#beidou#💐─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴#✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚#beidou x reader
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USELESS₊˚⊹♡
[•~AGEDUP!PROHERO!MIDORYIA X F!READER~•] smut/slight angst
synopsis: your pro hero boyfriend comes back angry and hurt and needs a way to relieve some stress
warnings: dom!izuku sub!reader degradation, spanking, use of "whore" and "slut", praise
a/n: pt.2?
the front door slams, which is soon accompanied by faint footsteps gradually getting louder and louder. they sounded urgent and quick. the suspense making your heart race and stomach drop.
you leave your room to further investigate the sudden footsteps, only to be greeted by your boyfriend, izuku sat on the couch. but something was off about him. he didn't have his usual soft and caring personality. his aura wasn't so welcoming and gentle.
"please izuku, baby- just talk to me..." you sigh. izuku had just came home from a mission and he seemed frustrated. and you had been urging the man to open up, after all izuku wasn't the type to get angry easily.
"I told you I'm fine." he shuts you off again. that's all he had been repeating for the last 10 minutes. he kept brushing you off, ignoring the obvious tint of worry slowly spreading all over your face.
"baby please- tell me-"
"fine. you wanna know so bad huh? just can't leave me alone. I'll show you then, since you can't mind your own fucking business." he snaps. you've never seen this side of him. he looked so angry, and frustrated. he was fed up with whatever it was bothering him.
izuku grabs your hands forcefully, his grasp making it impossible for you to even attempt to break through. but it wasn't like you would try to, seeing izuku so fed up and furious sorta turned you on, but you would never tell him that.
eagerly, the green haired man drags you to your sharfed bedroom, slamming the door as quickly as he could. he shoves you onto the mattress, his shadow towering all over you. before you could realize his rough calloused hands reach for the hem of your shorts, toying with the waistband.
"can I?" izuku always made sure he had your approval before doing anything, after all his biggest fear is hurting you. you nod, completely lost in the sudden adrenaline rush.
izuku sighs, his frustration grows even more, he delivers a soft but warning slap on your leg. "y'know better, use your words." it was evident he wasn't messing around. "you can..." was all it took before izuku slides your shorts off in one swift motion, leaving one small rip in them.
you sigh loudly at the sensation of the cold air hitting your naked legs. then a finger runs all over your panties, teasing your soaking hole, slick seeping through the soft cotton fabric. he smirks at the sight. "mm-, didn't know I could do this to ya, makes me feel kinda useful for once..." he chuckles, fingers rubbing your clothed clit.
deep breaths quicken as you ache for more stimulation, hips slowly grinding against his finger. izuku sucks his teeth before holding your hips down, restricting you from any movement. "if you want more, you gotta ask princess." he adds, a cocky grin painted all over his face.
"p-please zuku- more.." you mumble out. he scoffs loudly again, another slap meeting your thigh, this time a little bit harder. "for what? don't act dumb now." he snaps, fingers now rubbing over your clothed clit even slower. despite how humiliated you felt, you were so desperate for more. "please baby, I need you in me..."
panties are thrown across the bedroom, your bare pussy out for him. he lets a hand rub all over your inner thighs, collecting all the arousal which seeped out. "looks like I don't needa prep you huh, pretty girl? but what else did I expect from a slut like you.." he chuckles before reaching down to his belt.
he slowly unbuckles the belt, before stopping suddenly. "nah, since you wanted to piss me off, you do it." grabbing one of your soft gentle hands and placing them on his belt. and you oblige, you didn't care what it took, all you wanted was his cock in you right now.
you unbuckle his belt and slide his boxers off, freeing his girthy cock. his hairs were trimmed and his tip was a rosy pink, veins decorating the length. izuku shudders, "mmm, what do you want baby?" he cooes, hands caressing your cheek.
"I want youu-zuku please put it in" you beg, your eyes staring back up at him so gently. izuku smiles warmly for a split second, distracting you from the fact he had just pushed your legs all the way down to your chest, knees touching your chest. he slams himself in, the girth stretching you out, leaving you with a painful yet pleasurable burn.
the two of you let out breathy moans, which are soon disturbed from izuku's sudden harsh thrusts. usually when you two had sex, he was so gentle and sweet. slow but passionate thrusts as he whispered sweet nothings in your ears. but right now, you weren't even sure if this was the same izuku you knew before.
"everybody sayin im fuckin useless..." he groans, hips bucking into your even quicker, making you yelp out with pleasure. his cock moving in and out of your walls at an impossible speed. "always talking about m'not good for anything." he scoffs
you now were beginning to piece together what had happened earlier, what left izuku so angry earlier. you knew people would constantly mock him for his quirk, and his backstory. and usually he wouldn't care, after all why should he? but today was his breaking point.
"m'not useless though..." he mutters, hi thrusts getting sloppier, hands pushing your legs down even more. "isn't that right? nobody could ever fuck my girl as well as I can" he affirms, hands tilting your chin down, maintaining eye contact.
you nod, too lost in the pure bliss you were experiencing from the sensation of feeling his pelvis grind against your clit. not only that, but izuku was ramming into your g-spot in the right place too. making you sob for more.
"I asked you a question." he grunts, his thrusts getting harder and harsher as he slaps your thigh swiftly. making you yelp as you feel the sharp sting. "m- sorry! you- you fuck me so good zuku'" you cry out. you couldn't believe the erotic words leaving your lips right now. it was so embarrassing.
"yeah, dunno what they talking about. always talking shit. bet they none of them could even get you to the brink of an orgasm hm?" he grunts. at this point he was just mumbling to himself. too lost in his frustrated thoughts.
you could feel the edge of an orgasm overtake you. "f-f-fuck!! zuku! gonna cum-" you squeal. izuku groans, and sighs, an annoyed expression planted all over this face. "did I say you could? I wasn't done princess. hold it." he commands as he continues to fuck you into the mattress.
but you couldn't- not when he looked so hot all stressed and furious. the sweat beading off his forehead as he fucked you like a dirty whore. you twitch, body jolting up quickly. the overwhelming feeling of pleasure filling you up. your cum coats his cock quickly, making izuku whimper loudly.
"shit- didn't I tell you not to cum? dirty whore couldn't even listen to my directions. shouldn't have expected you to listen though, you selfish little brat." he scolds, harshly slapping your clit. leaving you sobbing loudly.
"guess I gotta show you how to be a good girl then."
#mha izuku#izuku midoryia#izuku x reader#aged up characters#pro hero#bnha izuku#midoryia x reader#smut#mha smut#mha x reader#mha#bnha smut#boku no hero academia#izuku midoriya#deku x reader#deku smut#deku#mha deku
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"MY SALVATION."
a/n : hi, so.. uhm, after a long hiatus lmao, i've finally decided to return and stay for good. yay! so this will be a part of a series titled "you who i worship, before you i kneel." which is a three part series featuring arlecchino, raiden ei and furina!:) all of which are NSFW. i'll be posting regularly every week during fridays!! thanks a bunch for reading.
-warning/s ; NSFW (mdni), transfem! arlecchino, maybe ooc?
-pairing/s ; arlecchino x fem! reader
”my l-lord, i didn’t mean to-”
”silence, and shut your mouth. you imbecile.” the knave’s unforgiving tone had shut the fatui agent’s mouth, and a blade had been shot on the ground, just a few millimeters where the agent kneeled in front of her for mercy. it was a warning shot, no- a message telling that agent how badly they fucked up for even letting those treasure hoarders lay a single finger on you.
”incompetent, useless, even my children could do better than you. i made a mistake by entrusting my wife’s safety to you.”
the knave spat once more, turning her back on the agent, and the agent started to beg. he knew, that this could be his final moments as she started to walk away. “lyney, take him away. i shall go see your mother.” she ordered, and her orders were absolute. lyney had taken away the agent, to who knows where, and his cries echoed into the hallway- until they were no more.
arlecchino had walked in the chambers she shared with her wife, and on their bed, her beloved lay. at the sound of the door opening, you immediately sat up to greet your wife with a smile and were about to stand up, but she looked at you with a stare which told you not to, so you stay still on the edge of the bed. “my beloved, what is the matter?” you ask with a tired and worried sigh.
the knave kneels in front of you, gently laying her cheek on your lap.
this was a clear sign to you that your beloved had been troubled and you took it as a cue to start running your hands through her hair, undoing the braids and comforting her with your touch. “my beloved, i was worried..” she murmured, confiding her emotions to you, her most trusted confidante. she raised her head up to meet your eyes, and there, you saw her eyes filled with care, with worry, eyes that she’d never show to anyone else other than you. hell, you were sure that no one else knew or even thought that the knave was capable of even looking like this.
”my beloved, if anything were to happen to you..”
now it was her turn to touch you, her hand reaching up to caress your cheek— softly, gently, complete juxtapose to her intimdating appearance.“i could never forgive myself, my beloved..” she continued, now getting up to meet your lips with hers. oh, how she longed for you— she would always long for you, and how scared she was that she’d never get to do this again. to feel your warmth, the subtle sighs that left your lips, as the kiss slowly became more and more heated, fueled with more fervor, and she had gently pushed you down on the soft bed. her hands ran down your smooth skin, which were much different to her much rougher and bigger hands, and she spread kisses on your neck. “my goddess, my beloved.. oh how i’ve missed you.” she admitted, licking on your skin, craving to taste you. she kept chanting “my beloved” again and again like a prayer against your skin, and her hand trailed down, lower, and lower.
until your breath hitched.
”a-arlecchino, slowly.. please..” you begged, and your orders were absolute. arlecchino wanted to disobey, to ruin you, to rut into you with reckless abandon, but no, your words were her calling. she gently eased a finger in, then looking at you. “is this to your liking, my beloved?” she asked, and your nod gave her a positive sign that she was doing well. slowly, but surely, her finger felt every single corner of your insides, causing you to moan and cry, due to pleasure at first, but then it turned to one of need. it was her cue to start adding another in all while increasing the pace, and you let out a cry, she gently hushed you with a kiss and you looked at her with eyes filled with tears. “my beloved, are you okay?” she asked, and you nodded, unable to answer. her fingers felt so damn good. “then shall i take it that i can lead for tonight, my beloved?” she asked, and you nodded once more.
she got up, kneeling on top of you as she started undoing her clothes with haste as she took in your beauty, the breathtaking sight of her goddess under her, and she strongly believed that no sight in teyvat could rival this. as soon as all the pesky fabric was peeled away, the tip of her dick had prodded at the entrance of your folds, and no more than a little while— were you moaning and crying her name. asking her for more, to go harder, to go faster, and who was she to deny her beloved’s wishes and demands?
the knave’s loyalty does not lay itself to snezhnaya’s archon, no, for it belongs to her beloved. she lives to please you, to make love to you in more ways than one, to nourish life within the house of hearth with you as it was your wish.
arlecchino had let herself free from all the restraint that had been holding her back, her hips raised at a certain angle where it'd hit the spot she knew would drive you crazy. her lips pressing against the most sensitives spots of your skin, painting it with subtle marks that ignited a possessive ember within her chest. you were as much as hers, as much as she was yours. nothing could change that-- and arlecchino made sure of it.
wiith one loud groan and a sharp thrust, you felt her warmth flooding your insides. arlecchino slowly leaned in to press a soft kiss against your cheek, panting and breathless, with a gentle smile. tonight was a living memory, one of the many testimonies of her devotion for you, and the tsarita be damned. she lives for you, she serves you, and she would die for you. to her, you were her world. her goddess. her beloved.
#arlecchino x reader#arlecchino x reader smut#wlw#sapphic#arlecchino smut#arlecchino genshin impact#lilac-writes💜
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i was reading your olderboyfriend! simon x reader drabble and i got hit with an angst idea lolol imagine him being petty and ignoring the reader and she could’ve left a note saying she’ll be going somewhere but he ignored and threw the note away only for reader to get into an accident teehee
reader fucking dies WOAH jk.
"Are you fucking kidding me." You mutter to yourself, tripping over Simons bags that had been sitting in the walk way for over two weeks. Simon, who was on leave for an injury- just couldn't help himself, brooding around the house taking his frustration out on every little thing that just so happened to be in his vision, including you.
"Simon can you do something about those bags!" You yelled from the hallway, no response in return. You sigh frustrated, you walk into your shared bedroom, Simon on the floor rolling his shin splints (like a fucking weirdo Ik.). You let out another sigh, "Did you hear me?" You glare at him, Simon grunted in response, you rolled your eyes.
Eventually Simon comes out of your guys room, sweaty and still annoyed. "The doctor said you need rest." You said solving a daily puzzle on your phone, "I know what the doctor said." He snaps, and without missing a beat, your irritation getting the best of you, "break your knee next time then." You throw you phone on the counter, walking to your room and slamming the door shut.
After ignoring each other all day, you left a note on the counter saying you'd be out.
That was almost 10 hours ago, Simon spam called your phone waiting for you too answer, silently cursing you out for being so reckless. That was until he got a call from an unknown number, his stomach fell, answering it, preparing for the worst.
"I'm at the hospital." Is all you said, hanging up immediately after, some relief was there but why were you in the hospital? Where was your phone? Are you okay? Simon hopped in his car, automatically assuming you were at the hospital in your city, and of course he was correct.
you sat on the hospital bed, your face scratched up, your hands scrapped, your hair messed up, other than that you were fine, still pissed at Simon. "There you are." You heard his deep voice- looking up from inspecting your cut up hands.
"What the fuck," Simon said shocked, confused but happy you were alive, "What happened?" He looked at you with concerned eyes. "Accident." You shrugged, "Are you okay!?" He rushed to your side, "I'm fine." You waved him off. "When you freak out it doesn't help." You mumble. "Sorry I'm worried about My wife." His attitude creeping back slowly, "I can call someone else if this is a problem." You say, every intention of pissing him off, "It would be better if you did." He mumbles and you glare at him, your bickering cut short the minute the doctor walks in.
Once she leaves, You sit with your arms crossed and Simon sits in the chair watching whatever was on the tv. "How's your leg?" You ask, trying to make small talk. "It's fine." He says, his words short. "How's your face?" He asks not breaking eye contact with the screen, "It's sore." You scrunch your nose trying to ease the pain, "The medicine'll kick in a bit." He says quietly. You both go back to not speaking, sitting in silence.
"Sorry about today." Simon says, startling you, "It's fine." You mumble getting comfortable, trying to doze back off. "It's not fine." Simon mocks you, "I'm tired." You yawn, Simon sighs at you.
"You want to lay down?" You ask, which was basically your way of saying "sorry, we'll talk about it later."
"I won't fit." He chuckles, "I'll make you fit." You say while moving over, "That sounds familiar." Simon slides in the bed next to you, both of you squished. You swat his arm playfully, before he adjusts you. Simon kisses the crown of your head, rubbing your very sore shoulder, "How're you feeling?" He asks quietly, "Tired." You say, dozing off. Simon nods, placing a kiss to your temple, "Go to sleep."
#lunden’s response ❀—#olderboyfriend!simon#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon riley#cod mw2
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Hi!! I loved your aftercare hcs! Could I do a request where the reader is babysitting Estelle for the night since Paul and Sally have gone on a date and Percy comes home and finds reader and Estelle asleep cuddled up together?
girl's night
• the reader babysits Estelle and Percy finds them asleep.
— percy jackson x mortal!reader
warnings: none
a/n: hello! What a nice request, I hope I did it justice. 😭 Also, thank you!
It all started with a:
— Yes, Mrs. Jackson. I'll be there, don't worry.
Because it was your chance to gain Sally Jackson's trust. People who know her know that this opportunity is like gold, something not even a god would dare mess up or decline. But beyond that (since she was practically your mother-in-law), you cared about something else: Estelle.
Your boyfriend’s little sister. She was tiny, still unsteady on her feet, but already full of energy, and you loved the idea of bonding with her from such a young age. So, that's how you ended up agreeing to babysit her for a night while Sally and Paul went out on a date, which you thought was admirable and exemplary, that romance never dies even after starting a family.
You wondered for a moment if life with Percy would be like that too. Despite his life as a demigod and the differences between how you two were raised, you could see his dream of living peacefully, surrounded by his loved ones. You wanted to believe that when he talked about those hopes, you were included, and of course, you were.
You wished he could be with you, but not even Percy knew you were going to babysit Estelle. You saw him too worried about godly issues and his college graduation, even though he was on break. But you knew that life never stopped and you didn’t mind as long as he let you help, even if it was just by listening.
— Darling! — Sally Jackson exclaimed as she opened the apartment door, and you stood there, mouth agape. She looked stunning in a red dress, reminiscent of that movie "Me Before You." Paul peeked through the door while adjusting one of his funny ties.
— Mrs. Jackson — She chuckled, preferring you to call her Sally, but you couldn’t drop the formalities.
They showed you what there was to eat, talked a bit about Estelle’s schedule, but after that, they just looked at you with a confident smile.
— You'll do great, dear — Paul said, kissing Sally's forehead. You couldn’t understand how they could entrust you with their most precious thing without giving strict rules.
— Her bedtime? — The question seemed funny because they just shook their heads.
— Estelle doesn't struggle much with sleep; it’ll be obvious when she’s tired.
And when they left the apartment, you looked behind you. There she was, waving her tiny hand while giggling.
— It's just us, Estelle — You said, sitting next to her as she kept watching something on TV, something more important than your obvious nervousness.
You wondered if she would just watch the screen the whole time, if you only had to give her snacks when she got hungry and make sure she slept at a decent hour. You were pondering this when you felt a tug on your hand. You looked at her, and she was shaking some coloring pages and a worn-out crayon. Where had she gotten that? When?
She said something you wanted to interpret as, "Let's color, and you'll like it, or I'll tell everyone you're no the one for my brother." Well, maybe not, but it felt like that.
You picked her up and took her to the wooden table where the family usually had dinner, making her comfortable with some pillows to adjust her height. But even then, Estelle stood up and started coloring.
You had your own page and couldn’t remember the last time you colored, so your hand moved a bit clumsily, and being so focused, you didn’t see her hand make you go out of the lines. You looked at her, and she grinned widely, but you knew she didn’t do it on purpose; she was just calling you to see her progress, a scribbled bear with at least five different colors. You smiled genuinely and gave her a thumbs-up, which she took as the best critique of her art.
The night went like that, and you never thought such a small child could teach you so much.
When you made cookies, seeing her face reminded you of the joy in just making them, not so much eating them or how they turned out.
When you watched her favorite cartoons, you remembered what it was like to watch something without guilt or the worry that you should be doing something better or more productive.
When she decided she wanted to dance, you remembered that music could be missing, but never the attitude and good moves.
Estelle ended up holding your hand as you regularly straightened the cushions and rug, making sure nothing was too messy. When you smiled, she did too, and she didn’t let go of you all night.
Finishing up washing the dishes, you looked down to see Estelle next to your feet, sitting on the floor playing with some toys while waiting for you. You stopped to watch her for a moment, seeing so much of Sally in her, but also unmistakable traits of Paul, and in her attitude, you saw Percy. Maybe because he was her big brother after all. Estelle brought her little feet together and touched her toes, lost in whatever a child her age might be thinking when you saw her rub her eyes. That was your signal.
— Estelle — You called softly, and she looked at you with sleepy, shiny eyes. You extended your arms, and she got up to do the same, and you picked her up, rocking her, but she seemed to realize what you were trying to do.
— No — She said clearly. You were startled as she hid her face in your neck, clinging to you. You weren’t an expert, but you knew what it meant, so you sat down with her on the couch, placing her properly on your lap.
— It’s okay — You lied, feeling bad about it even though you knew you had to. You put on a new movie to make her think she’d stay awake, but your trick was to make her fall asleep, though you didn’t plan on falling asleep yourself. You hugged her and got comfortable, the best cuddle ever because she kept holding onto you as you slowly closed your eyes.
You never heard the key in the lock, the quiet footsteps on the floor, nor the warm greeting from your boyfriend, who wasn’t expecting to find you cuddled up with Estelle on the couch, sleeping soundly.
— Babe? — He asked softly, checking to see if you were really asleep. He set the keys down and took off his hoodie, dirtied from some... incidents.
His blue eyes scanned the apartment for his mom or Paul but found no sign of them, leading him to realize why you were there. He walked over to you two with quiet steps until he was face to face with an image no one could take from him. Two of his favorite people, seemingly fond of each other, filled his heart with love, and he kissed both your foreheads. Unfortunately, you woke up, and he couldn’t help but pout.
— Sorry — You mumbled, blurry-eyed and disoriented from your nap, realizing it was Percy. He was smiling, kneeling at your level.
— Percy — You murmured, rubbing your eyes and feeling another weight on your chest, going rigid as you remembered. Your boyfriend noticed your fear of waking her. He extended his arms and picked up Estelle so you could get up normally.
— Having fun without me? — He asked with his sister on his chest, rocking to keep her in the land of Hypnos. You stretched, smiling sleepily.
— There was no way to tell you — He nodded, seeing your phone on the carpet, feeling a bit bad for not being able to carry a phone to stay in touch. He often spent days away, and no one knew where he was, not even you.
— I’ll put Estelle to bed — He whispered, and you nodded, struggling to keep your eyes open in his direction, making him chuckle. Before leaving, he leaned in with his sister in his arms to kiss you.
— Be right back.
You nodded and stood to check the living room. You only had to straighten the cushions and put the chairs back in place before Percy hugged you from behind. At his touch, you hummed, feeling a wave of sleepiness brought on by the calm of having him there, finally safe.
— Hey — He greeted, still whispering, and you rested your head on his shoulder, giving him enough space to plant a warm kiss on your neck. With no immediate response from you, he held you tighter and kissed your cheek, wanting to support you so you didn’t have to put in so much effort.
— I’m okay — You said, realizing what he was trying to do, but he quickly lifted you bridal style, making his way back to the couch.
— Shh, I’ll take care of you. — He soothed while sitting with you, and you wrapped your arms around him, sharing your sleepiness. You rested your head on his chest, and he pulled the blanket from the corner to cover you both.
You sighed calmly, almost falling asleep when you sniffed your boyfriend's shirt once, twice, three times. Groggy, you kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear
— You smell like monster, Percy Jackson — He smiled, and you mirrored it.
— Things got tough — He said slowly, resting his cheek on your head, almost stumbling over words.
— Hmm — You hummed starting to fall asleep, and you both did it.
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— travel sickness | cookie monster saga
pairings: steph catley x reader
summary: reader experiences her first flight and unforuntately, the travel sickness that comes with it.
"Look, Mama. Look!" You excitedly point out the window, wriggling around in your seat which makes it incredibely difficult to buckle you into your seat, ahead of the plane taking off, "I can see everyone else gettin' on the plane!"
Your mama, Steph, chuckled at your own brimming excitement over seeing other people get on the plane, "I can see that sweetie, but sit still a minute, so I can buckle you in, okay?" She told you, gently.
"I'm excited, Mama!" You still continued to giggle uncontrolably, but allow your Mama to safely buckle you into your seat as you try and look out of the window, "We see the 'roos soon?" You questioned, excitedly.
"We will soon enough when we're in Australia," Steph laughed, settling back in her seat once she made sure you were content with your iPad set up to watch the latest episodes of Bluey, "Are you excited to see your aunties? I know they're all lookin' forward to seeing you," She wondered.
"Yeah, I want to see Kyra and Charli!" You squealed in excitement, you couldn't wait to see the two of them, and of course the rest of the Matildas' that you had previously met.
"Of course you want to see them pair," Steph rolled her eyes in amusement and shook her head, "I'm sure that they'll be looking forward to seeing you as well. Are you ready for the plane to take off soon?" She questioned.
"Yeah! Will it be bumpy though, Mama?" You asked, worriedly as your not sure what to expect on your first time flying.
"It will be when we take off, but it won't last that long," Steph told you honestly, "And don't worry, I'll hold your hand the whole time," She added, gently taking hold of your hand.
"Promise?" You questioned, wearily.
"When have I ever broke a promise to you," Steph joked as she brushed the hair out of your eyes, "I promise that Mama will be here the whole time," She told you.
"Mama, I feel scared!" You quivered in fear as you felt scared when you feel the sudden turbulence of the plane taking off the runway.
"Hey, its' okay, sweetie. Remember what I said? Mamas' right here," Steph replied, pulling you into her arms the best she can do with the restriction of the seatbelt as she ran her hand gently through your hair.
"M... Mama," You continued to whimper when you feel the plane begin to pick up the speed.
"It's alright, I'm here. Just keep holding on Mama's hand, okay?" Steph told you, trying to keep you calm even though she could see the clear panic in your eyes.
"I... I'm scared! Wan' off!" You cried out, thrashing around in her arms as you feel the plane tilting in a different direction, "I don' like it, Mama! I don' like it!" You cried even harder.
Steph's heart ached seeing you distressed when she couldn't do much to help, "I know sweetie, I know. It won't be longer," She reassured you, feeling more than grateful when you were up high enough in the sky and the seatbelt sun finally disappeared, "Come here sweetie," She was quick to pull you onto her lap and rock you to calm you down.
You buried your face in your Mamas' chest as your sobs slowly subsided, "M... Mama, that were scary!" You sniffled with your voice muffled against her shirt.
"I know sweetie," Steph replied, kissing the top of your head, "Look, can you see the clouds now?" She changed the topic, motioning to out of the plane window to try and take your mind of your initial fear.
Your hesistantly lifted your head and peered out of the window, "Whoa, clouds-- They look like fluffy marsh 'ellows!" You exlciamed, shifting of your Mamas' lap to press your face up against the glass and stare at them in amazement.
"They do, don't they?" Steph chuckled, grateful that your attention has been turned away from your fear of turbulence.
Fortunately for your Mama, the flight to Singapore wasn't completely terrible and you were able to settle in your seat, occupied with much promised cookies & several episodes of Bluey to keep you entertained.
However, the same can't be said for the connected flight to Australia, with the tears spilling down your cheeks in fear once more when the flight took off the ground once again, but it was only intesified with a feeling of nausea shaking your body as well.
"Mama, I... I don' feel good," You whimpered, clutching a hold of your stomach while your face paled and your eyes widened in discomfort.
Steph turned to look at you in concern, "It's alright, sweetie. Lets' try and take in some deep breaths, hm?" She suggested, trying to keep you calm and hope that you don't get sick, "Can you follow what Mamas' doing? Just copy me, okay?" She told you, gently.
You nodded weakily and attempt to follow her advice, but the movement of the plane made it impossible for you to feel better, "Mama... It's bumpy, I... I don' like it!" You cried out, the fear of the plane partnered with the nausea overwhelming you.
Without any further warning for your Mama, you can't hold back the nausea any longer before you end up being sick, "M... Mama," You whimpered, upset about it.
"Oh sweetie," Steph gasped in shock and was quick to grab the nearest sick bag before she held it out in front of you in case you needed it again, "It's okay, just let it all out. Yeah? You're okay," She reassured you.
"Mama," You repeated quietly, the tears streamed down your face as you feel upset about it.
"You're okay, its' alright. Things like this happen," Steph told you, keeping the bag out in front of you as her other hand rubbed your back comfortingly as she looked to find the nearest member of staff on the plane, "Hi, would it possible to get some water, please?" She questioned, kindly.
"Of course," A nearby member of staff agreed and went to get the water as needed.
"It's okay sweetie, the nice ladys' just gone to grab us a bottle of water and then we'll get you cleaned up afterwards," Steph told you gently, continuing to rub your back in comfort.
"I feel icky, Mama," You trembled in fear, not liking the feeling of sick being on you at all.
"Here's your water," The member of cabin crew brought the water back and handed it over to Steph before asking if there was anything else that she could help you with.
"Thank you. Would you mind pointing me in the direction of the bathroom?" Steph wondered, wanting to get you cleaned up quickly as possible.
"Of course, its' right over there," The lady motioned in the direction of where the bathroom before Steph thanked her and she made her way in the other opposite way of the plane.
"Come on sweetie, lets' go and get you changed out of them clothes, hm?" Steph lifted you into her arms and carried you to the bathroom, making feeling grateful that she thought ahead to pack a spare pair of clothes for you just in case, "I know you feel icky right now, but it won't last too long and you'll feel better soon," She reassured you, gently.
"Don' like it Mama," You whined in protest, although your Mama was quick to help your face and change your clothes, placing the old clothes in a plastic bag and putting them in the bottom of the backpack to be washed when she next had the chance.
"There we go, is that better?" Steph questioned, carrying you back to the seats where she cracked open the bottle of water and poured it into the sippy cup that she'd also brought along in the backpack, "Take some small sips, sweetie," She encouraged, hopeful that the water may help.
"Better, Mama," You let a yawn slip out of your mouth as the overall exhaustion takes over your small body, "I'm tired now, Mama. How much longer until we 'dere?" You mumbled, snuggling your face against your Mamas' chest.
"Not for a while yet," Steph chuckled, wrapping your blanket around you to keep you cosy as you lounge against her chest, "Why don't you have a little nap? By the time that you wake up, we'll be in Australia," She suggested.
"Otay then, Mama, and we can see Kyra too? And Charli?" Your eyelids were heavy with exhaustion, but you are still excited to see the two of them.
"Yes, we will see them in a few hours," Steph answered amusedly, brushing a strand of hair out of your eyes, "Close your eyes and try sleep for a bit. I'll wake you up when we're there,"
You nodded tiredly, not having much energy to speak as your eyelids' begin to flutter shut, "Kay' Mama, night night," You murmered, allowing sleep take over your body.
"Night night sweetie. Have a good nap," Steph whispered, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head as she leaned back in her seat while she kept a protective arm around you while you slept in her arms.
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I'll wait forever if I have to
synopsis:you're worried Satoru's teasing has gone a bit too far. There's nothing wrong with saving your first kiss for someone special, right?
content: Suguru Geto x gender neutral reader. Fluff! Comes off a lil angsty in the beginning but its fluffy and sickeningly sweet. Around 1k words. Written with hidden inventory arc in mind so you'd be in the same grade together, but read it however you want♡.We are all a little lovesick for Suguru and he's a lil lovesick for you♡ eng is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes♡ enjoy!!
Based on Satoru's version of the fic♡
"Does it bother you that Satoru teases you so much?" The question breaks the comfortable silence you had as he walked you home. Sky fading from pink and orange cotton candy clouds to a clear and deep navy gradient canvas clustered with stars and moonlight.
Suguru is Gojo's bestfriend. You're sure he's used to his antics. Still, Satoru can take it a little far sometimes. Being oblivious to or ignoring the line completely. Crossing over it with a skip in his step and a smirk on his face.
"There's nothing wrong with waiting for the right person, you know." You reassure. Perhaps a little to yourself too. You'd wait forever for him, not that he knows.
(You kinda wish he did.)
You keep your voice soft, and soothing even with the unintentional undertone of worry. But Soothing enough to dulcify if Satoru's teasing did leave some cracks in his heart.
He lets out a low amused hum in agreement. Smooth as warm honey. Its drum startling the butterflies between your ribs awake. Not that he has to do much anyway to awaken them. It seems like they are always fluttering around when he's near. A bit smothering at times. Making your head fog over with images of liquid golden eyes and sickeningly sweet smiles.
You reach the traffic light before he speaks again. Filling the silence of waiting until the red light turns green.
"You don't have to worry about that, y/n. It's not hurting my feelings. I'm more than content to wait for my person" he answers sincerely. Not an ounce of impatience dripped from his voice. He means every word.
My person. his words weigh a little heavy on your heart. My person. Does that mean he already has his eyes set on someone? You're pretty sure a few of the butterflies have lost it's wings. Wings Shriveled and shattered at the thought. Broken bodies wriggling uncomfortably in your gut. Anxious and mourning as you think over who it could be. Would it be different if you'd just confessed already? Did you miss your chance or was there never any to begin with?
(The thought of him making someone else's heart race the way he does yours makes you a little sick)
You don't look at him. He's always been good at reading you, so in tune with your well being. You're an open book to him and usually, you're more than happy to let his fingers glide over the pages. Break you open to study you up close. Hoping that one of the words, one of the chapters in there is enough to lure him in, like a sirens song. Enough to steal his heart ...damn, how dare he fall for someone else.
"Sounds like you already have someone in mind, then". It comes out forced as you swallow down what you really want to say. Unable to decide between cursing him out or confessing to him on the spot.
You keep your gaze at the light ahead as if the force of it can will it into turning from this horrible shade of red to green, so this conversation can be over. So you can continue to walk in silence, so he can drop you off at the front door, wait until he hears the lock click from inside as he always does and you can dive into the comfort of your bed, dream of what could have been and try your best to move on
(You don't think you can if you're honest)
But again, you're an open book to him. He almost looks proud as he glances you over. Standing up a little straighter, failing to suppress a smile. A horribly beautiful smile that does not at all fit the turmoil inside your head. As if you're reaction solidified something in him.
God, how long does it take for a light to switch?
Your gaze doesn't falter as he steps closer to you. His warmth, his cologne enveloping your senses, wrapping around you like a spiderweb. Fitting as you feel like your heart is going to be torn out at any moment. Waiting for the words that will fracture your hopes. you think of just booking it through the red right at this point and leave him to choke on his rejection.
"Will you look at me, please"
He's replicating the soothing tone you used on him. Only he's so much better at it. Smooth like warm butter and sweet as syrup. How could you possibly deny him when he sounds this heavenly.
He's a patient man, he is. But he doesn't want to hurt you. Doesn't want you to shatter your own heart even more by thinking he could ever love someone the way that he loves you. As if he could ever want anyone else when it's always going to be you that captured his heart.
His fingers slide under your jaw, grip delicate as can be as he turns your head to meet his eyes. You're a little embarrassed at the lack of resistance on your part.
His face is kind. And despite your hesitance, his eyes are easy to hold. Feeling like sunsets on a warm summer evening.
"I'm just waiting for you to be ready too. However long it takes."
A timer goes off. The light has finally turned green. you both stay unmoving.
You feel like you've been staring into his eyes for hours when really it's only been a few seconds of silence after his words. Then you half-heartedly push him off. A laugh bubbles up your throat, relief evident in the melodic tone.
"you're awful, you know that?" not a sliver of actual malice in your words. He knows that too. continuing to stare at you fondly, eyes soft and a little love-sick. Smiling brightly at your words as if you complimented him.
"And you're beautiful" the timer of the traffic light is sounding quicker now, similar to the beating of your heart. Indicating that it will soon turn red again.
You have a moment of bravery. confidence, as you intertwine your fingers with his and pull him across the street before the light turns red. His grip is nice and firm, tracing heart shapes on the back of your hand with his thumb. Doodling silent I love you's into your skin.
you continue to walk to your home together. Hands now interlaced. Hearts intertwined. Crisp evening air kissing your skin and calming the heat blooming in your body.
"I don't want to have my first kiss at a traffic light. You deserve something more romantic than that too," you begin. swaying your hands back and forth. Focusing on the street infront of you. You see your front door coming into view.
"But if you feel the urge to kiss me as you drop me off at my doorstep," you see him begin to grin in the corner of your eye. It tugs at the corners of your lips too
"I'll let you"
thank you for reading, angels!! I'm havinf such Suguru brainrot atm😩🩷 he's so cute.
Also I thought his eyes were brownish/ gold because I always just imagine him with that but they are purple....🔪 YOU🫵 ARE GOING TO IGNORE THAT FOR NOW AND IMAGINE THEY ARE GOLD AS WELL. Thank you🩷
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PLS I BEG U, can u do a falling into arguments but this time with nanami?
FALLING INTO ARGUMENTS!?
featuring: nanami kento. yuuta okkotsu. fushiguro toji.
n. yes nonnie, no worries! thank you for requesting ^__^ PART 1 HERE
NANAMI KENTO
the exhaustion from nanami's long day at work seemed to radiate off him, his shoulders slumped and his expression weary.
"you just don't understand," he sighed, his voice heavy with frustration. "i can't keep up with everything all the time."
your heart sank at his words, the sting of hurt creeping into your chest. "i'm trying, nanami..” you said softly with voice trembling slightly. "but i don’t like it when you throw your frustrations on me." nanami's gaze twiched with regret, but his exhaustion seemed to overshadow it. "i know, and i'm sorry," he muttered, his tone lacking conviction. "i didn't mean to take it out on you."
tears welled up in your eyes, the weight of his words hitting you like a punch to the gut. "i just wish we could talk it you instead of you bottling it up," you muttered.
nanami reached out to touch your hand, but his touch felt cold and distant. "i'll try," he said, his voice hollow. "but i can't promise anything. i’m sorry. but i’ll try.”
YUUTA OKKOTSU
tension buzzed in the air as you and yuuta faced one other in the room. the argument had swiftly escalated due to unacknowledged inconveniences and miscommunications.
"i can't keep doing this, yuuta," you said, your voice tinged with frustration, "you always seem to go ahead with whatever you want, regardless of how i feel about it."
yuuta's expression remained impassive, his eyes avoiding yours as he fidgeted with his hands. "i just thought it would be easier this way," he grumbled.
however, easy wasn't what you needed. you needed to be heard, that your thoughts were important. "it's not about making things easier," you said, your tone harder now. "it's about respecting what i feel and not doing things your own way because you feel that’s more acceptable."
he sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "i know, and i'm sorry," yuuta said, tinged with regret, "i just... i get caught up in the moment and i don't think."
for a minute, quiet fell between you, the weight of unspoken words filling the space. and as you sat there, it dawned on you that perhaps this cycle of disagreements and apologies was a pattern neither of you could escape.
FUSHIGURO TOJI
"toji, i really need to talk to you about something," you said hesitanly, your heart heavy with the weight of your concerns.
toji glanced at you briefly, a distracted smile flashing across his face. "hm?" he replied, his tone casual, as if he were barely listening.
you swallowed hard, pushing past the knot of frustration building in your throat. "i've been feeling really overwhelmed lately," you confessed, "and i would appreciate if you’re here for me."
toji's response was a nonchalant shrug, his attention already drifting away from you. "ah, it's probably not that big of a deal," he said, dismissing your words, "you'll get over it."
but it was a big deal to you, and toji's lack of concern only served to deepen the sense of isolation you felt. "it's not that simple, fushiguro toji," you said, more frustrated, "i need you to take this seriously."
his expression hardened slightly at your words, his indifference giving way to annoyance. "look, i'm sorry if you're upset," he said, tone defensive, "but i can't drop everything to deal with your problems right now."
the words stung, a painful reminder of how alone you felt in your struggles. "i'm not asking you to drop everything," you replied, "i'm just asking for your support."
but toji's attention had already shifted, and he continued gazing at the room around you. and while you sat there, the weight of your troubles greater than ever, you couldn't help but feel as if you were dealing with them alone.
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writing idea: group hang at a rage room/smash room that ends up in a meet cute.
eeeeeee thanks for this request! it's a quick lil thing, hope you enjoy! tw: mention of blood and a cut in your face
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Not His Thing
Joe hasn't stopped feeling the uncomfortable flush of guilt in his face for the past half an hour. He feels awful.
Smash rooms, as so it turns out, aren't really his thing.
"Stop saying you're sorry."
"Yea, sorry. I'll stop. Sorry. Sorry." Joe jokingly takes all blame immediately, because he is obviously an idiot who can't do anything right at the moment.
You smile through watery eyes, your nose tinged red and half your face numb from the cold. You've been pressing a towel-wrapped ice pack to your cheekbone for over twenty minutes now, and it's done wonders for the bleeding and for the pain. Not so much for the panic and the lightheadedness that followed though, but all things considered, you feel fine.
Your fun day out with friends has been cut short, though.
"Does it hurt still?" someone asks you, and you expertly control your voice, give them a steady, "No, it's just cold, now." but your eyes are still watery.
When you remove the ice pack for a member of staff to have a look at you, they tut worriedly and tell you to just hold it in place a moment longer.
Joe did this. This is Joe's fault.
Joe tries his best not to wince at the swelling he can see. At the size of the cut he left in your face. God, your face. You are likely going to need stitches. He remembers getting a cut in his own face, right in the middle of his forehead, and how that bled for hours. The worst part though, is that it'd left him with a scar.
Joe can't believed he scarred someone.
"But I am sor–" Joe tries, not overly loud, he doesn't want to make you jump.
"Stop it. It was an accident. Accidents happen, don't worry." You reassure him once more, and you really mean it, but it does nothing for Joe's culpability.
He did this.
Joe had swung a bat at porcelain, and you'd been in the wrong spot at the wrong time. A shard of vase had gotten stuck in your cheekbone, just below the protective glasses you'd been wearing.
You imagined it'd just been a scrape, had only let a small, "Ow," pass your lips upon the impact, but then you'd gone to touch it, and felt something solid there still.
Stuck.
Skin wet.
The liquid warm.
Something solid.
Something sharp.
Your fingers painted red, and the sight of it had nearly made you faint. Joe had never seen colour drain from someone's face quite so fast.
Joe already knew that his fight or flight response was freeze, but being confronted with this cowardly personality trait like this was terrible.
Joe hadn't ever seen a girl panic the way you had from something he was responsible for.
He'd just stood next to you in his protective gear, big shocked eyes behind his plastic safety glasses, entirely unsure of what to do.
And then you'd wobbled on your legs, and he had just shot an arm out.
For the lack of strength you'd held in your legs, Joe was surprised by the death grip you had on the sleeve of his overalls.
Your blood covered hand went back to touch at your cheek again, but Joe was able to grab hold of that wrist just in time. And then, with weird tensed upper bodies that held onto each other, Joe'd lowered you down onto the ground because everyone around you kept repeating for you to sit down, to get onto the floor.
You sat down, and then only seconds later, lied down before you could lose consciousness all together. Your friend lifted your legs up and even though your eyes looked scared, the two of you were giggling. Laughing at the silly situation.
And Joe had just stood there.
Useless.
Your skin looked extra pale next to the bright red of the blood that dripped down your cheek right into your hair and it was... sort of beautiful. Awful thing to focus on when he should've actually been doing something helpful, but Joe just... looked at you, and thought you looked lovely.
Looking at you now, still teary, but smiling, he's still scared it'll flare up again. Your panic. It's unlikely, you're sat on the floor, leaning against the wall near the exit, but your cheek doesn't look good. He feels bad going back in to launch a hammer at a printer, or whatever, so he's hovering. Some of his friends are too, just like the staff is, making sure you're drinking your water, telling you to stay seated until your breathing has returned to normal.
Your friend has gone to get the car, and she said she'd be quick, but the second she was out the door, you'd cracked a joke. Said you'd see her in an hour if you were lucky.
You shudder through another inhale, and it makes Joe's eyebrows twitch up a little. You see it happen and release your breath in a laugh.
"If I were to go with just how you're looking at me, I'd believe I was actively dying," you joke, and everyone around you politely smiles through worried grimaces.
"I feel fine. I'm fine, honestly. It's just a minor cut. It feels," and like an idiot, you remove the ice pack and shove a dirty finger right into the cut on your face.
You feel how wide the cut is, and how deep into your cheek your finger sinks.
"Fi–..."
The wave of nausea is a surprise to you, and the way Joe shoots into action when you sag to the side because your head is suddenly too heavy is a real surprise to him.
"Hey, hey, okay, careful, careful..." Joe holds you by the side of your face that hasn't got a huge gash in and curls his fingers around as he carefully tries to hold you up.
"Maybe you shouldn't..." he starts, and finds the ice pack you've dropped with his other hand. "...play with that."
You kind of want to go to sleep.
Close your eyes and have a nap.
You lean into the hand that holds you and the instant comfort after shooting pain is nice.
But then the ice pack gets softly pressed against where your skin's broken and your eyes laser back into focus.
"Hi," Joe says when you make eye-contact. He smiles, though it's wobbly.
Maybe you aren't as fine as you thought you were.
"I'm fine?" you ask, feeling panicked like a real loser.
"You're fine." Joe assures you, voice soft but level enough for you to believe it. That's what's important, he thinks. If you believe it, you'll calm down enough until your friend gets back and she can take you to hospital.
"You're okay, focus on breathing, all right?" Joe redeems himself. This is what he should've done half an hour ago, when all hell broke loose. "That's all you've got to do. You're fine."
"I'm fine." you repeat after him, and force yourself to take a deep breath. "I'm fine." you're reassuring yourself now, and with one hand cupping your clammy face and another cooling where you're hurt, you press your own hands to your chest and ground yourself with your eyes closed.
It's awkward because there's other people there, but Joe's glad he gets to hold you for a bit. It's admittedly an unconventional way of being close to someone he's just met, and he still feels mortified, but... you're pretty. Even with dried blood covering half your face.
If this is how he meets the love of his life, it can be an embarrassing story he will gladly listen to at every single birthday party until he dies.
"That hurt." you say after a moment, and smile, eyes still closed.
"You're fine." Joe says again, but whispers it now.
"I'm sorry," you say like this is your fault. "I should've known not to agree to come to this," you confess, eyes blinking open now, and if you're startled by how close Joe is to you, you don't show it. "I'm not really angry enough for this. I don't think smash rooms are my thing..."
Same, Joe thinks, and he smiles, gets some of his confidence back when he sees the flush returning to your face. "Maybe there's some anger now?" he asks, because you should be angry. At him. Look at what he's done to you.
You don't understand what he means, this handsome stranger, and you frown in confusion. Before you can ask, and before Joe can explain, the door opens and your friend barges in, completely out of breath.
"Quick! I've stopped right in front and I'm holding up traffic!"
And just like that, Joe and staff help you move back up onto your feet.
You're fine.
You're helped out to the car, but halfway down the pavement, you're walking by yourself and are getting into the car without any help.
It is just a cut on your cheek.
"Can I, em," Joe starts, staring through the glass of the door at where you cup a loose hand over your cheek to protect it when you put your seatbelt on with the other. "Can I get her details?" he turns to a member of staff.
"Huh?"
"I'd love to send a card," he explains, and from behind him, he can hear one of his friends softly chuckle.
Joe'd forgotten he was even there with anyone.
"A card, or a bunch of flowers?" one of them starts.
"He's going to write her a love letter," one groans, already annoyed by the idea of it.
"Gifts her ten grand, just because he feels bad," another jumps in, and they're laughing, slapping shoulders. They're making fun, pretending to be Joe, mimicking the face he made, how he'd helplessly stood there, joking about how the one time Joe joins them for something, this happens. It's all shit they'd held in whilst you were there still, and it's all spewing out now, no holding them back. Joe doesn't even try.
"Come on, we've spent long enough not smashing TV's in."
And bats, hammers and axes get picked back up.
"You coming?"
And Joe's smiles, though it's not very convincing.
"Nah," he says, and walks over to that staff member. He needs to get your details.
"I'm good."
There was no way he was going back in there, because smash rooms, as it turns out, aren't really his thing.
the end
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Telling Joost that you are pregnant!
Joost Klein x female reader!
A/n: Just for context there will be a few words/sentences of Dutch and Irish in this, but the translations are in brackets. Also this is my first time ever writing so sorry if its terrible 😭
* Introduction!! Joost finds out you are pregnant. You two met when you were representing Ireland in the eurovision and he was representing The Netherlands. You two have been dating for about a year since then.*
My hands were planted on the cold bathroom counter as I looked down at the pregnancy test I had just taken. It had come back positive. I was confused about how I felt about the whole situation. I looked up at myself in the mirror and wiped away the tears in my eyes. My main worry was how would Joost react. We had never discussed about having kids before.
I then heard a soft tap on the bathroom door and a thick Dutch accent softly spoke and said "Can I come in?". I quickly wiped my eyes again and sniffled before saying "yeah you can come in". I shoved the test into my pocket before he came in. As he walked in he had a concerned look on his face. He held my hand and softly said "You look like you've been crying, is everything ok, mijn liefje?" (My love). I nodded before quietly saying "I'm alright....I need to tell you something but you have to promise not to be mad." He gave me a soft smile before gently saying "I pinky promise." as he interlocked our pinky fingers. I gave a small giggle before taking a breath.
It took moment before I just blurted it out "I....I'm pregnant Joost." I looked down at the ground as I felt more tears sting my eyes and handed him the positive test. He looked down at the test in his hand. I then felt Joost lift up my chin so I was looking at him. "Y/n, look at me." I then realised that he wasn't mad or upset, he was actually grinning. He then lifted me up and spun me around in a bear hug before before placing me back down to sit on the edge of our bed and cupping my face in his hands. He also leaned his forehead against mine. I could smell the cigarettes on his breath as he softly spoke and said "Schat, this is amazing news." (Babe)
As he noticed my off put demeanour he pulled away and held my hand as he raised his eyebrow and said "Unless you don't agree, no? Whatever you want to do, I'll support you, okay mijn liefje?" I looked at him and smiled softly and said "No, of course I think its great! I just wasn't expecting to be parents so soon, you know?" He nodded saying that he understood. He grinned again and pulled me into another tight hug as he kissed my forehead. I then whispered into his ear "Is bréa liom tú, Joost." (I love you, Joost). He softly kissed me on the lips before brushing my cheek with his thumb and saying "Ik hou ook van jou liefje." (I love you too darling).
A/n: Again, this was my first time ever writing so I hope anyone who reads this likes it!! I think I'm going to write another about him being a parent in a bit aswell.
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Can I rq for hc about twst.. Where the fem!reader(gn!reader if like) has an abusive father and caused her a truma? And the boys ( the first years + lilia & leona & azul & trein) are shocked when they find out?
Something about angst/comfort with some fluff .... I hope you're comfortable writing that.
A new start
thank you for the request. I'll be honest, i was debating wether to write this or not, as abuse is a complex subject, and i was worried about misunderstanding or accidentally offending those who have gone/are going through this. But remembered that, I too, turned to fanfics for comfort during some of my worst days, and if i can be, or at least create, that comfort for someone else, then I'm satisfied with what I've achieved in live. But I do have a 4 character limit that i have to enforce for the sake of my own mental health, so i didn't do the first years, I'm very sorry.
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Reader opens up to them about their abusive father
Characters: Lillia, Leona, Azul, Proffessor Trein
Format: Headcanons
Warnings: Talk of past abuse
written platonically, but Leona and Azul can be read romatically
!Please note that this is not meant to glorify or romanticize abuse, but meant as a form of comfort for those that need it!
Lillia
-Lillia has always been one to sneak up on and scare people, he just found their reactions so funny!
-But he can easily tell that you react a lot more intensely than others. He eventually stops sneaking up on you, because your reactions aren't fun, they just seem.. sad to him.
-Instead of surprise, you feel fear, and he doesn't like it. He can tell, just from that, that something is wrong, and while he wants to know what, he won't pressure you. As a father, he learned quickly that, that only leads to dishonesty
-As the two of you become closer, you start to be more comfortable and open with him
-And during a particularly calm conversation, a rather rare thing with someone like Lillia, you finally open up to him
-You two are sitting on a bench near his dorm, with no one around, when your conversation suddenly shifts to the past.
-As you tell him what your father did, Lillia feels anger, no, rage.
-But not at you, never at you. No, he is enraged that your father could treat his own child like that. He raised his enemy's son, after a war that lastet years, the child of the same man that killed the woman he loved, and still managed to be the best father he could be. And that trash bag of a person- if you could even call him that - couldn't even take care of his own?!
-When you see the look in his eyes, you almost get scared, but something just tells you, that anger isn't directed at you. And before you can question him, he pulls you into a hug. You would dare to call it the most gentle hug you have ever experienced.
-"You are safe now. You always will be for as long as I'll live." His words are as genuine as can be, as his grip tightens ever so slightly. But it doesn't feel like a cage, more like a weighted blanket engulfing your body, the weight slowly lulling you to sleep.
-If you weren't crying before, chances are you are now. And he lets you, comfortingly rubbing your back your back as you sob into his shoulder, finally letting it all out.
-The days after that, you notice that Lillias attitude towards you has changed over so slightly, he is acting a lot more caringly, he is acting.. almost fatherly. And you don't even realize that, that is his goal.
-He makes sure you always eat enough, and will cook your lunch and dinner himself if he has to, and that alone is motivation enough to eat properly, checks up on you, helps you with homework and similar, and always lends you a shoulder to cry on.
-Lillia has already made up his mind. He raised a human and a fae prince, what harm could taking in one more human do?
-You may have not have had a proper father up until now, but rather late than never, no?
Leona
-He noticed how skittish you seemed to be when you first met. The fear in your eyes obvious, no matter whether you try to hide it or not, as he snapped at you for stepping on his tail. It was the main reason he let you of so easily.
-He saw it again during his overblot, right before he transformed, as well as shortly after his recovery, when he approached you to sort things out. He expected fear, an overblot is nothing short of scary after all, but something about your fear just seemed different to him, but he decided not to bother you about it.
-Eventually you two get closer, he considers you one of his closest friends ...which isn't that great of an achievement since he doesn't have that many- but at least actually becoming one of his friends at all can be counted as one!
-One day, while simply hanging out, he decides to bring it up. He says it casually enough that you know you don't have to answer, without him having to outright say it.
-You decide you trust him enough and tell him about your father and what he did
-He's shocked. He doesn't know what exactly he expected, but it, for some reason, it wasn't this. He thought maybe bully's, a bad ex, or something like that... but your own father? He didn't know he could hate someone so much without ever meeting them
-He's now wide awake, but stays quiet. He has never been good with words, let alone comforting someone, so he just lends you an open ear.
-The quietness might put you off at first, but his tail subconsciously wraps around your arm, as he processes it, I'm afraid this is as much proper comfort you'll get, but if you decide to hug or cuddle him, he'll let you
-While he may not be the best with words, he does know how to take action while still being lazy.
-He practically has his own fan club at his beck and call, also known as the savanaclaw dorm, and he puts them to use.
-He tells them to make sure no one gives you trouble, and that you remain harm free, or else they'll have trouble with him. And it works! Suddenly all your bullies leave you alone!.. you don't even realize the amount of savanaclaw members staring the bully down.
-It's Leona's way of comforting and taking care of you, because if your father won't, then he damn sure will.
Azul
-Azul can be very observant when he wants to be, so it wasn't hard to tell, that the fear you felt when the twins got violent in front of you.. your fear was different, than that of the usual person
-He has to be honest, when he first saw it, he thought maybe he could utilize it to make you sign a contract.. but after his overblot his entire perspective seemed to change, you just seemed to understand his childhood trauma a little to well, how the constant abuse could hurt and even change oneself
-He'd be lying if he said that, that wasn't part of the reason you two got as close as you did, you two just seemed to understand to understand each other on a deeper level
-One day, while simply sitting in the VIP lounge while he worked, you two once again ended up talking about the past, and this time, you decided to be the one to open up to him about your childhood
-Azul stops in his tracks as you do, horrified at the thought of that happening happening to you. He was just quiet for a moment, and unlike usual, this wasn't a comfortable silence
-"Well.. you're here now, he won't reach you here. I'll make sure of this, I'll make a contract to prove it." His voice was quiet, as he was debating what to do, he wanted to properly comfort you, but he didn't know how. He was still very young when his mom got divorced and, well, the twins never exactly needed comforting. So instead, he does what he does best, write a contract.
-For once, it's a contract that benefits you more that him. It mentions that you'll get protection from bully's and your father, should he somehow end up in twisted wonderland, and that Mostro lounge can be like a save haven that you can go to even after it's closing times. In return, he asks that you come to him should anything happen to you, from your father actually finding you, to simply getting triggert by something that reminds you of the past, whatever that may be.
-He just hopes that, even though he isn't the best when it comes to comfort, he can be the save haven for you that your dad failed to be.
Professor Trein
-Trein likes you for the simple reason that you're one of the very rare students that doesn't either cause trouble or fall asleep in his class
-During the topic of ancestry and how it affected history, ever so often the topic would change to the students family's, some students interested in yours, since your from another world. He couldn't help but notice how you never brought up your father.
-Eventually Trein became your favourite teacher! Sure, his lectures can be boring, but history is one of the few subjects you can participate in, and as long as you behave, he's actually pretty nice!
-Trein, already a father of multiple daughters, couldn't help but feel fatherly towards you, he made sure you knew you could confide in him
-One day, the lesson is about the past of some important historical figure, as things happened to be, this historical figure was abused too. Trein almost immediately noticed how quiet you got, and how hesitant you were to do the assignments. So, Trein asked you to stay after class
-He told you he noticed the change, and you decide to entrust him your story
-Trein, as a father himself, is horrified. How could anyone do that to their own flesh and blood? He lets you speak, nodding occasionally to let you know he's listening.
-"I am so sorry that happened to you. you deserve better". If you need or want it, he'll hug you and let you sob into his shoulder
-Trein, similarly to Lillia, will start to act more fatherly after that. He won't be less strict with you exam wise, but if he feels a subject could be triggering to you, he'll let you know before class, so that you can mentally prepare yourself, or miss class with his permission if needed.
-Since you aren't from twisted wonderland, you don't have a legal guardian here, do you? How do you feel about adoption? He's already raised multiple daughters, he's sure he can do it again. That way you also have somewhere to go during holidays!
-He can't change what has already happened, but he'll make sure your last few teenage years are spent happily in a proper home
Abuse is a sensitive subject, and while i tried my best to be as respectful as possible, I know it is very possible for me to have done something wrong. So, if anything here is disrespectful, triggering, or just generally insensitive, I beg you to tell me, so that i can fix it as fast as possible.
I admit to not being the most educated on this subject, but if you are still in this situation or believe someone else is, I believe there are different hot lines for different country's that can tell you what you can do to get help. If you can, find a public computer or use a friends phone to find and call said hotline.
I truly hope that your okay anon and anyone else that is reading this, and that this fic could bring you some comfort.
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𓏲· 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬 ; park jongseong
WARNINGs 𝝑𓏲 fluff, brief mention of food, kiss PAIRiNGS 𝝑𓏲 dad husband!jay x implied f!reader GENRE 𝝑𓏲 fluff, comfort 𓄲 DOLLiE's note ; this is me after a while :3 i wrote this when i was ovulating. btw school ends on 28th i think lets hope im free on vacay! ﹙🗞️﹚
watching your husband's back while he occupied himself the with dinner preparations that were supposed to be done by you but after his insistence on 'no darling, you did a lot today it's time for you to rest' had you sitting on the kitchen table waiting for him to finish.
he turns around, smilling. you return a smile back and your heart can't help but squeeze at the cute image of his twinkling eyes that often reminded you of your daughter.
"what are you thinking of, baby?" his voice takes you out of the train of thoughts that runs through your mind.
"not much, actually" you say, walking up to him and hugging his waist from behind "just the fact that our baby looks exactly like you" jay's chest rises like a frigate bird and you can't hold back the laughter that leaves your mouth.
"I know, right? you did an amazing job, my love" his words just makes you laugh even harder and he has to sush you so your daughter doesn't wakes up from her nap because of your noisy conversation.
which.. didn't work out because not only seconds after your fit of laughter calms down, small footsteps can be heard from down the bedroom's hallway and the cry of your three years old daughter calling out for her dad reaches your ears as fast as the speed of light.
"papa?" she calls again when she enters the kitchen and your husband acts quickly by picking her up and kissing her cheeks, soothing her.
"papa is here my baby" he came closer to you so you could hold her but she refused to leave jay's arms, not letting him finish preparing dinner.
"no worries, babe. i'll finish dinner" you reassure him and he walks away with your daughter to entertain her.
walking into the bathroom, you come across with the endearing image of you husband brushing your daughter's teeth.
you say nothing and opt to just stand there by the door frame, waiting until one of them notice your prescence.
"do you want papa to read you a story or sing you a lullaby before bed, mhm?" your daughter makes a thinking pose that has your husband waiting patiently for her response.
"I want a lullaby" she says with a small voice, making you melt on the spot because in your eyes, your baby is the cutest in the whole world
"then, let's get you dressed" jay tickles her and turns around, finally noticing your presence. he smiles while holding your baby in his arms and you swear it is the most beautiful imagen "how long have you been there?" he asks.
"long enough" you say with a teasing smile, taking your daughter in your arms "take a shower while i put her on pyjamas" you tell him, pecking his lips and leaving the bathroom, making a bee line directly to your daughter's bedroom.
lying in bed with your daughter on your chest and your husband huggging you, you couldn't find your way to dreamland. instead, you opted for watching the most precious people in your life sleep soundly.
"why arent you sleeping, darling?" jay's voice is low and heavy due to the sleepy state that he is.
"I'm just thinking" he doesn't say something back so you guess he fell asleep again, but a couple seconds later you hear his voice
"thinking about what?" he asks
"of how lucky I am for having such a beautiful family" you say and he scoots you closer, stroking your arm. "I love you so much" you not-so confess.
"Mhm, I love you too. I love you both with my whole life" jay says, and you know he means it.
you can't help but smile widely and thank any deity that gave you such an amazing husband and an precious daughter to form such an beautiful family.
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With this whole 'rape fantasies are a result of misogyny as they allow women a guilt free sexuality cos they have no autonomy'
Surely that means your writing and fantasies are contributing to misogyny? Adding to it and normalising it?
Like isnt the answer to write and encourage fantasies of empowerment? Not abuse and rape?
Just seems crazy to me like 'we do this because of misogyny. And we'll keep doing it'
Obviously some behaviour come from misogyny and exist to combat it. This... really doesn't
I just don't think it's a feminist win when your writing is indistinguishable from that of a misogynistic man's.
This isnt an attack on you it just really seems like common sense that if something exists because of misogyny the last thing we should do is feed into those ideas
(I assume this is coming from this post, so I might reference that a bit here)
No worries, I fully understand how this can come across negative to those who do not have the same experiences and I appreciate you approaching the matter in a non-attacking way with genuine desire to have dialogue on the subject. I'll do my best to address these points individually.
>Surely that means your writing and fantasies are contributing to misogyny? Adding to it and normalising it?
In the past few years fandom culture has become a bit obsessed with the idea of "normalization" to the point that the definition of the term has been a bit skewed, which creates issues with these discussions.
There is no concept of which existence of content containing it alone constitutes normalization, by the actual definition of the word. Normalization is the process by which it is distributed and way in which it is presented, and intent of its creation.
Normalization via fiction is a process in which a creator, generally intentionally, creates content that presents a concept as, well, normal. That is, not reprehensible or problematic to replicate, and presents this to a population with the intent of them accepting the idea as something acceptable in reality. Generally it also necessitates that the creator will try to ensure the media is viewed by mainstream general audiences who would not normally seek the content out, since the purpose of normalization is to make an idea acceptable amongst a population.
That is the opposite of what I am doing, which is creating a private space filled with warnings. I am going out of my way to ensure that people who do not want to see this content, have the foreknowledge to opt to avoid it.
By definition, if you’re creating content and ensuring that it is heavily warned, and marketing it as such that only a niche group who likes such content seeks it out, that’s not normalization by any reasonable metric.
>Like isnt the answer to write and encourage fantasies of empowerment? Not abuse and rape?
For some people, I’m sure that would help them, and in that case, that is a great solution for them.
But people are different, and certain things that help some, don’t help others. The types of fantasies that would probably be called “empowering,” personally do nothing for me but make me uncomfortable, in the same way that the sort of content I write makes some people uncomfortable. It does not have the same positive effects on my mental health that this form of content does.
>Obviously some behaviour come from misogyny and exist to combat it. This... really doesn't
That's fair — but it doesn't have to.
It is not intended to directly combat misogyny in any way, there are other ways to do that, and this does not have to be one. It's primary purpose is catharsis and the ways in which it benefits me and, as is my hope, those who choose to consume it.
>I just don't think it's a feminist win when your writing is indistinguishable from that of a misogynistic man's.
Again, I never had any intention for it to be a "win" — misogyny is the reason for why I have these desires, but in making what I make, my purpose is to provide catharsis for myself and others.
But also, I would heavily contest that it is indistinguishable from male fantasies. As someone who has seen actual men's misogynist fetishization fantasies, they are very different.
Female disposability and the complete worthlessness of women’s very being — that is, women being non-human objects that are interchangeable, and made to be used temporarily and replaced — is the core defining characteristic of male fantasy/sexuality. Male fantasies almost always involve multiple women to one man, largely because he does not have any actual bond with women, they are items to be collected, no interpersonal relationship actually exists.
The lack of interpersonal connection and lack of personableness itself is fetishized by men, what men get off to is the power they feel from completely disregarding the woman as a person in any way. The very act of the woman being thrown away after being used is fetishized.
In male fantasy, there is no interpersonal connection or affection of any kind, whereas that is one of the defining themes of content like mine.
Tl;dr — while misogyny impacts all women, the severity and form of it in different upbringings, environments and cultures can create misunderstandings and strong reactions when different people react so differently to the same content and thus form misconceptions about each other's perceptions and intentions, but I believe both sides of this argument are usually coming from a place of good intent.
While I fully understand how it would be difficult for those who do not have the same experience to grasp mine, I just ask for mutual understanding that some forms of content help some people, in the same way entirely different forms of content help other people.
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rain falls in love
homelander x gn reader. fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of past abuse
Cozy Corner Domaystic: Thunderstorm
You were a light sleeper. Even minor disturbances would wake you instantly; your cat meowing, a neighborhood’s TV turned on, cars passing through the street. Whenever Homelander and you slept together you couldn't help but be slightly envious of how he could turn off the whole world—he slept like a stone, slept like the dead.
Today, though, you doubted many could sleep through the thunderstorm that split New York’s sky. Each thunder louder than the other, sequences of lightning turning the apartment clear as day. And, courtesy of your boyfriend's gigantic windows, you felt enclosed in the roar of the night.
For some, it could be an entertaining spectacle; nature's power a soothing balm, a way to make you contemplate how much of your worries were small and ephemeral—in the end, there was only the earth and the rain.
You could, in theory, see the poetry of it. But all you felt was an overwhelming fear. The loud noises reminded you of your father's booming voice, the cracking of electricity too similar to his heavy hands landing on you.
John was away, having left a week ago in some undisclosed mission. Undisclosed to the public, of course, because he told you in detail how, actually, he was going to take part in a non-authorized invasion of a terrorist cell. Or so he called it.
You were alone. Only you and the storm and Popsicle purring in your lap, indifferent to his surroundings.
After another furious thunder nearly frightening you to death, you decided to call John. Tears streamed down your face and you felt ridiculous—it’s only rain. And yet.
He probably wouldn't pick up. If he did, he'd be too busy, what could he do?
In the first ring, however, he answered. “Hello, sweet face. Awake at this hour?”
“Oh, it's nothing.” You tried to disguise your sniffles, suddenly beyond embarrassed. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”
Silence, and then—
“Is it the storm, sweetheart?”
“Yes, yeah. I can't sleep, it keeps reminding me of… you know. I'm sorry for bothering you.”
“Don't you ever apologize to me for that, ever,” he retorted, voice tinged with anger, though you knew it wasn't aimed at you.
“Can we—” Another thunder, and this time you yelped, scaring Popsicle so that he ran to hide under the bed. “God, I hate this,” you whimpered. “I just want you here. I miss you so much.”
“I miss you too, you precious thing. Fuck, this is bullshit. A fucking week here and we accomplished shit. They sent me the most incompetent team of motherfuckers, I'm up my ass with their whining and ‘but sir, mister Edgar said we should be cautious’.”
You laughed. “Sounds like a trifle.”
“Ugh, fucking tell me about it. A week without you for this bullshit. Y’know what, I'm out. Hold on there, honey, I'll be with you in a moment.”
And he hung up. And the storm raged on, but you felt a giddy warmness settling on you.
Not before long, he barged in, completely wet, but you couldn't care less. You ran to his arms, letting the raindrops seep through your clothes as tangible proof of his devotion.
“You didn't need to come.”
“Ah, but I promised, didn't I? I'll be with you anytime you need me, and you need me now, don't you?”
You giggled, forgetting all about the fears. It was washed over. “I do. And you need a hot bath.”
“Hmph. You too, little baby. C’mon, join me.”
You sat behind him in the tub, washing his hair, enjoying every second of this quiet moment. He moaned at the contact and squeezed your thigh as it circled his waist.
If the storm was a demonstration of nature's power, John was both its likeness and antithesis—he himself was a force to be reckoned with, an amalgamation of sheer strength and might. Created by men, but a victim of them. You could understand that, quite intimately.
He gave you security in his power, and you gave him peace in your tenderness—the value of a whisper to a snowbank.
“John,” you whispered. “I love you. I'll keep you forever, because you belong to me and I to you. Will you let me?”
You felt, more than you saw, his deep breath, swallowing back tears you knew were spilling down his cheeks. You didn't care what they said, what he did looking back in anger, because this was the only truth.
“Yeah…” He choked up, but soldiered on. “Yeah, my love. I'm never letting you go. I fucking love you to pieces.”
As you lay in bed together you decided—in the end, there was only he and you.
#homelander#homelander x reader#homelander x you#cozy corner domaystic 2024#prompt: thunderstorm#homelander fanfiction#the boys#my writing#first contribution babey#heavy weather by billie martin in the background
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