Aizawa X Daughter!reader - Get Through This Together

EMERGENCY REQUEST - tw for this if somebody needs it— anyway can I please have aizawa and a male!student reader comfort. Reader recently relapsed in sh and has been struggling with neglectful/oblivious parents? I need some comfort cause my recent relapse hit hard :(

TW: SH

A/N: First off I'm really sorry you have to go through that, I myself have been struggling with relapse so I understand in a way. But I know you can get through this, I believe in you. If you need to talk I'm free just shoot me a message. I'm here and there are others as well. Sorry if I'm late, I hope this helps.

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"Hey don't forget to meet the deadline for gear changes and costume alterations," Mr.Aizawa said while closing of class. Before you walked out, "Hey Y/N please stay back I need to talk to you about something." You were nervous, a cold sweat had formed against the back of your neck. Everything had been going wrong lately, you had already messed up so badly and there was no fixing it. You took small steps towards Mr.Aizawa's desk, your hands tightend around your bag strap and the tears threatening to fall had not come yet.

"Y-yes sir... What ... what is it?" you tried to calm your wavering voice but it was no use. You felt a warm hand on your head gently patting your head, "Kid, you've been a bit off these past few day," you wanted to cry, you couldn't believe he'd noticed you tried so hard to hide it. "I know I come off as a harsh teacher but I do care about you Y/N so if there's anything that's bugging you, talk to me. I'll help where I can," it didn't take much more for the tears to overflow.

He bent down a bit a wiped your tears, "Take your time, tell me if you're comfortable. I'm right here just let it out." Aizawa rubbed your shoulders as he tried to calm you doen, "I-... I recently h-had a relapse *sniffle* and it's been so hard to deal with. M-my parents they just they don't care frick... god I don't even think they know. I've been try but it.. I-." The tears wouldn't stop. His face turned for a second, jaw clenched. Was he angry at you? No, his eyes soften as he assured you. He was mad at them.

"Hey this is not your fault , I need you to know that. You're so brave for dealing with this all by yourself. Things like this happen. Here what if you're ok let me see how they are and if its ok we'll have Recovery Girl treat them. Or i can just make sure they're ok. Whatever you need kid," he looked at you as waitogn for a response and a nod was enought for him. Aizawa wiped the last of your tears.

"We're gonna have to talk to the principal and we'll see what we can work out. We might have to discuss with your parents but I'll see if to keep them out of it. We are gonna see what's best for you and get you what you need ok," he gestured for you to follow him.

"Let's get you checked out. I'm sure you know this isn't easy but I'm gonna be there and the school is going to do they're best. But if you change your mind to keep this personal I'll do my best. You're one of my best students and I'm always going to belive in you," he smiled soft and very differnet to most times. You could trll he meant it.

"Thank you Mr.Aizawa. I was afraid... I just thank you," you offered a weak smile as you head to the infirmary. "No problem kid and there's no need to be afriad you're a hero afterall, "he ruffled your hair one last time.

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I hope this helped. I decided to write a drabble, but I hope this helps

For my one and only anon <3 | Warnings: NSFW, very short, anal sex (reader is a bottom), reader has a dick, reader wears ‘feminine’ clothes + makeup, readers ass is referred to as ‘boypussy’ once, mild degradation, reader flirts with other men, creampie?

Ghost with a slutty m!reader would be an interesting combination. He’d support your slutty lifestyle. Happily buying you dresses, skirts, heels, lingerie, makeup, etc. He’d proudly show you off, twirling you around while you’re sporting a skin-tight dress that accentuates your curves and just barely covers your ass. Ignoring all the hungry stares from onlookers who also want a piece of you, unfortunately for them, you’re his.

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“P-please slow d-down!”

Your muffled pleas fall on deaf ears. Ghost’s thrusts are unrelenting as he bullies his cock deep into your boypussy. Slamming into your prostate with scary precision, making your back arch deep. Had you not been flirting with drunk men at the bar, you wouldn’t find yourself ass-up face-down while receiving your punishment from Ghost. You just had to egg him on. Letting those bastards put their filthy hands on you, letting them feel you up, and touch what’s his. Despite Ghost’s many warnings in the form of glares, you furtively ignored him.

Ghost scoffs at your pleas for him to ‘slow down.’ If you really want to be a dirty slut, he’ll treat you like one. Ghost pulls your hair, lifting your face off of the pillow. Your makeup is in ruins while mascara streaks run down your face. There’s drool on the side of your mouth, and your eyes are unfocused. "The dumb little slut is cock drunk, eh?" You let out a pathetic, high-pitched whine, your mind too dazed to form sentences. Ghost chuckles at your pitiful state. He continues to thrust himself into you, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate as he approaches his climax. “Fuck, I’m close."

You feel a thick substance fill your insides, some of it spilling out. You groan at the feeling. Ghost rides out his high for a minute before going still. You try to lift your head up, but are quickly shoved back down. You’re momentarily confused until you feel Ghost get close to your ear. "I’m not finished with you yet."

Fuck.

“everything’s going to be okay, i promise.”

swiss ghoul x gn! reader

warnings: mention of suicidal thoughts, past sh scars, thoughts of relapse, relapsing, ed, etc.

- buckle up bitches, i’m sad, so this is sad. this little blurb is exactly how i feel rn.

——past memory/flashback

//switch pov/person

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The screams felt overwhelming at the end, and you have no idea why. They soon we’re blurred and you barely remember even leaving the stage and being the first one on the bus.

Everything was going so well. The rituals were amazing as usual but suddenly you got that feeling.

That feeling where you can’t anymore. That feeling that takes over your entire body, controls it.

You recalled getting this feeling in the middle of the tour while hanging out in one of the ghouls’ hotel.

You guys planned on watching many movies that night but yours didn’t last long.

It was during the 2nd movie, a triggering scene came on. The scene almost being the exact same situation you bad time through.

That causing you to be zoned out throughout the entire night, staring off into space. During that, these thoughts came back. Too many thoughts.

You felt suffocated. Not because of the ghoul pile, never, but these malicious needs egged you on more and more.

Your breathing picked up and you knew Swiss noticed since he was literally on you. You tried you best to calm down but nothing worked.

Swiss moved himself to turn to look at you, his eyebrows furrowed. He was between your legs, his head was resting on you abdomen.

He placed his hand on your thigh, and gave you a look, asking you quietly if you’re okay. You felt yourself get choked up, and shook your head.

Swiss removed himself from you and you quickly sat up, breathing. You slowly felt yourself become disgusted with your reaction and you frowned.

Swiss went to comfort you but without noticing him, you went to leave.

You quickly hopped over each ghoul and announced how you felt tired and wanted to get some rest. Everyone except swiss said goodnight and love you’s, not taking notice of your disheveled body. You took your leave and carried to your room.

Swiss sat there confused, multiple thoughts going through his head. Then it hit him, he wasn’t too sure, but was almost positive.

The scene from the movie. He knew you’ve struggled with suicidal intentions since you’ve joined the clergy. All the ghouls knew because it was easy to sense someone’s feelings..including blood.

The first time they’ve ever smelt blood on you was one of the second band practices you were in since summoned. Definitely confused but never said anything.

Through the months, of course growing close, it obvious you struggled, but one day, Aether had mentioned something to everyone when you had left.

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Aether had his mouth open and his eyes were on the ground, wavering. Sodo took notice, “What are you doing?”

Aether closed his mouth and gulped. His mind was in distraught, “I-..i knew something was wrong but…”

All the ghouls now gathered around, confused and interested. A tear fell from aethers eye, sometimes he hated being a quintessence ghoul. He had heard your thoughts and felt the urge you felt. The want. The need. The need to release and how you were going to do it.

His hands shook, “Y/n…i felt..” Aether took a deep breath, “remember when we smelt blood on them?” He looked up at them all, a tear fell once more.

Everyone froze, seemingly knowing what he was going on about because of his tears. It was silent for awhile, until swiss broke it, “are you sure.?”

Aether nodded, “i heard and felt everything as soon as they were packing up… it was..gut wrenching.”

They all kept that moment to themselves, not wanting to lose any trust they barely built up yet.

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Swiss sat in silence as he stared where you once stood in-front of them.

He recalled when he first saw scars on your legs. All of you in the ghoul lounge and in a cuddle pile, his head on your lap. You had been wearing shorts, but they had ridden up without you noticing.

At first, he saw a big one just above your knee, assuming it was just from hell. But, he saw another one travel up farther up your thigh. And then more scattered in one spot. He lifted his head up and saw on both legs.

He had let a shuddered breath and from that moment he promised to take care of you and finally break the loneliness of pain you we’re in.

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once you had made it to you hotel room, you crashed.

Sliding down the door, tears falling rapidly.

‘why now..i was doing so good,’ you sobbed as you thought that, “i was doing so good..” you barely managed to get out.

You didn’t even make it to the bed, just laying sprawled out on the floor, hiccuping. Your claws were scratching at your skin, deep marks seeping out blood.

‘please please, don’t do it, you were doing so good,’ you silently said to yourself. Having to beg your urge to not do it, you didn’t even have your blade, only having your claws.

They hurt more then you can imagine, not the same but you can’t help but think you deserve it. Deserve this pain.

A gentle yet firm knock at your door made you jump. You froze, not knowing what to do.

“..Y/n? It’s Swiss,” Swiss. Your eyes widen as you quickly got up. Frantically searching for a hoodie.

As you were digging through your bags, swiss continued, “please let me in.. i don’t want you too-..” he cut himself off. You shook your head at yourself for being obvious but finally found your hoodie.

Swiss heard you shuffling and bit his lip in worry. what we’re you doing? why were you taking so long? why-

The door clicked, slowly opening.

Swiss felt himself break at the sight of you.

You stood still, eyes to the ground, one hand on the door, the other wrapped around yourself over the giant hoodie.

Your hair covered your face, but Swiss could sense the amount of pain you were in.

“..what’s up.?” your voice was soft spoken, afraid that if you fully used your voice, it would break.

Swiss frowned slightly, almost pouting, he was annoyed at how easily you could go from having a breakdown to acting like nothing happened.

“..just wanted to see if you’re okay,” Swiss started, desperate to see your face as it was still facing slightly down. He raised his hand gently, going to cup your cheek. You flinched slightly but let it happen. “are you okay?” He asked.

You let him tilt your face up, hair falling to the side of your cheek. Swiss saw your red eyes, he also felt the sadness immediately when touching you.

“oh honey,” just by those words swiss spoke, you broke. Eyes watering, mouth twitching to a frown, and then to the ugly cry face.

Swiss quickly guided you inside your room and closed the door, you sliding into his body along the way.

He immediately engulfed you and picked you up. You seemingly weighed nothing to him as he carried you to the bed, arms still wrapped around you as you guys laid against the back board.

Your claws latched onto his shirt as you sobbed into him. Swiss felt himself start to tear up as he heard the words you spoke to yourself quietly. Words that could break anyone.

Swiss squeezed you tighter, and he held onto you, wanting your coldness to turn into warmth.

Hours passed, you calmed down but Swiss could still feel your hurt, god how much he wanted to just take it away from you.

He wants nothing more than for your happiness to be shown again. He just wants you to be back.

He just wants you.

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Months into the tour, and you’ve become quiet most days. Almost never speaking after the rituals. Clearly everyone took notice, it was like you always cheered people up just by your presence, but now you felt absent.

You just locked yourself away in the tour bus rooms, or your hotel room. 

Obviously Swiss was still always there for you, but it got harder when your depression turned into anger.

Recently, you had accidentally snapped at him when he tried comforting you after you messed up during a ritual.

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“Fuck me!” you whisper-yelled and kicked a box back stage. Swiss had followed you out after you stormed off after bowing.

Sitting on the box you jus kicked, you hugged your knees to your chest. You wanted to just rip out your hair but you still had your mask on and had to keep it on till the bus arrived.

Swiss saw your glamour die down slowly, your tail being the first to whip harshly behind you and frowned but walked towards you.

“hey that is not your fault, don’t blame yourself,” Swiss said as he placed his hand on your shoulder. You smacked his hand and growled.

“of course it was my fault! Lord, i can’t even do one thing fucking right,” You stood up and started clawing at your arm, red scratch marks appearing.

He watched as you paced around, your back turned to him.

“Y/n! it wasn’t your fault, that fan literally threw something directly at you!” Swiss growled back, getting annoyed by your antics.

“but it was MY fault the others got confused, including Papa!” You whipped your head to him, baring your teeth. Swiss stumbled slightly at your aggressive state.

“it’s my fault i fucked up! It’s my fault i’m holding everyone back! it’s my fucking-..” your voice broke as you spoke. “It’s my fucking fault i’m like this,” your eyes widening as tears slipped passed your mask, hitting the ground.

Swiss’ eyes were wide as well as he watched you break yourself down. “y/n-” Swiss went to comfort you, but you immediately shut him down.

“And stop saying it’s okay! it’s not! im fucking not! You comforting me is almost useless because i still have the urge,” your claws sharpened as you gripped at your mask. Swiss knew you didn’t mean these words but it stuck to me.

“oh my fuck, i cant breath,” you clawed at the mask, three marks went through the leather. You almost collapse on the ground, but Swiss made it to you before you could.

Swiss helped with your mask and covered you as you let your full ghoul form out.

He saw your red face and saw the anger in your eyes. As your eyes met he saw your sharp slits grow big and dilate. Emotions ran through you. Embarrassment, sadness, anger, panic, and guilt.

Seeing that Swiss took off his mask with you filled you with guilt. The fact he would stand by you even when you lashed out on him made you almost cry.

But at the same time, seeing his face calmed you from doing anything else. You remembered what you said and regretted it. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean- i’m sorry i cant-” Swiss cut you off and hugged you, “i know, i know,” He placed his head on top of yours as you smushed into his chest.

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Swiss watched you silently. You faced the wall, back turned to him as you were laid down on the small twin sized bed. His heart burned for you. He wished he could take away your pain. He would give you the world if it meant you wouldn’t have to go through this anymore.

In his mind he begged himself to tell you how he feels. He wanted to claim you so badly, to make you his. He didn’t care how horrible your emotions could be, he didn’t give one of Copia’s rats ass how you looked when you were struggling the most and had no energy to do anything.

You changed him so much when you were summoned. It was like something in him switched as you guys grew closer.

Swiss stopped sleeping around, he came to realize it slightly disturbed him because all he did was think about you. But it is because he wanted to do those things with you. Not particularly sex but love.

All he wanted was you.

As those thoughts passed through his mind, he heard you groan, and shuffle a bit. He panicked as your body shook.

Quickly, he stood up and rushed to you. Your body arched off the bed and your contorted into a frown as tears slid down your face.

Swiss sat on the bed and placed your upper body to rest against him. He mumbled sweet words and moved his hand to rub soothing circles on your shoulder.

Your body stopped contorting, resting finally as you woke up. A sharp breath left you as you realized the nightmare you had. Swiss watched you, saying nothing.

You realized where you are and looked up at him. “swiss..” you whispered, and swiss swore his heart was on fire. The way you looked at him made him realize he needed to tell you.

Swiss lifted his hand to move stray pieces of hair from your face and admired you.

Realization ran through you as you looked into Swiss’ eyes. All he has ever done has been there for you. But it wasn’t just him being there for you. No, never. You were so blinded by your own emotions that you never noticed the way he looked at you. The way he admired you. The way he loved you.

In this moment, you also realized your feelings. You’ve grown attached to him since day 1. And as you two became close, years passed, you felt your heart drop when you knew how you felt.

You searched Swiss’ eyes, praying he felt the same without realizing he was doing the same.

“Swiss,” you said once more as you pace a hand atop of his when he placed it on your cheek.

Whispering your name back, Swiss smiled softly at you. You raised yourself up to him, eyes never leaving each other.

Before even realizing, you leaned into him, lips together. Swiss mentally cried of happiness as he sighed into your lips. You smiled into it and leaned back, resting your forehead against his.

Swiss’ eyes were still closed and you closed yours. Your guys’ hands stayed in the same place as you lived in the moment.

Words couldn’t describe the amount of love you held for each other. They didn’t need to. In that moment, you could feel it, and see it.

Swiss opened his eyes and glided his hand to rest on the crook of your neck.

“Let’s go to sleep yeah?” He said as he grinned stupidly at you. You smiled at him and nodded.

Getting comfortable, swiss held you from behind and curled into you, legs twisting with yours. You held his hand that was laying in front of you as you softly breathe.

You both knew it was going to take awhile for yourself to get better, but things like these take time. Simply just being present for someone can help immensely. And right now, everything was okay for once.

Just before falling asleep, Swiss mumbled into your ear,

“everything’s going to be ok, I promise,”



Hi there!

I saw that your requests are open :D

May I ask for hcs or a little scenario, if you wish, of how Swiss and Mountain would react to seeing reader (he/they pronouns, if possible) up really really late because of nightmares and insomnia? I’m thinking about fluff and platonic relationships! (Cuddles? Little kisses? Yes please)

Thank you so much for your time and for your writing! writing! 🖤

❝kiss the nightmares away❞

➵ “i’ll be your little sunshine.” —❤︎

pairing: swiss and mountain x male!reader (he/they)

theme: fluff ✿

a/n: first of all, i hope you’re doing well hon, i hope this fic can soothe some potential nerves you have there <3 i hope this fic met your standards. and tbh it can be read as platonic or romantic so i didn’t use the platonic tag

cw: insomnia sucks, that’s really it. swiss and mountain are very caring for the reader here

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his head hurt so much.

normally, the insomnia never got this bad— but tonight was a particularly shitty night. not only was his day at the ministry rather rough, but y/n had just experienced a chilling nightmare that still sent shivers down his spine— which only worsened the effects of their sleep condition.

it was anything but pleasant, but he hates to say that this wasn’t the first time this has happened.

insomnia was a bitch, but they have grown accustomed to dealing with it on their own— even if it sucked.

sighing heavily, y/n’s feet carried him through the ministry halls and into the kitchen, in hopes to find a snack that’ll soothe his mind and hopefully calm his nerves down.

the fridge door swung open and y/n grabbed the nearest thing on the shelf, not even bothering to look at what he had just grabbed— or the label for that matter.

just as y/n was about to open whatever container he snagged— the sound of someone clearing their throat made y/n whip his head around to find the source of the sound.

“you know you’re holding a jar of mayonnaise, right, sweetie?”

confused, y/n turned his head to the entrance of the kitchen, and was met with a familiar multi ghoul leaning against the door frame. swiss, with his arms crossed, looked at them in an almost amused manner.

y/n looked down at his hands to see that he was indeed, holding a jar of mayonnaise. he didn’t even notice, he was probably way too tired to even function. sighing heavily, he opened the fridge and put it back inside.

“sorry, i didn’t notice.” y/n responded, looking downcast to avoid swiss’ gaze

“i can tell.” swiss replied back with a cheeky tone, before he made his way over to y/n. he could already tell something was up.

“so what are you doing up so late?” swiss asked, his tone of voice shifting into a more caring one. y/n didn’t respond, his silence was already a good enough answer for swiss, and the multi ghoul sighed.

“that bad, huh?”

“it’s always bad, swiss. but tonight has just really fucked me over.”

swiss let out another heavy breath of concern, and brought his large, clawed hand to gently rub y/n’s back— who was currently hunched over the kitchen island, head bent down. it was the most he could do to comfort the poor boy.

at that moment, heavy, but gentle footsteps, made their way into the kitchen, causing both y/n and swiss to look over at the kitchen.

it was mountain. he must’ve heard one of them come down to the kitchen. tilting his head in confusion, he turned to swiss.

“what’s going on?” the earth ghoul asked, almost innocently.

“insomnia is kicking y/n’s ass again.” swiss replied back, his tail flicking a bit as he spoke. he then went back to rubbing y/n’s back.

“damn right it is.” y/n groaned out, his forehead resting against the table as he just let swiss rub his back.

mountain just let out an ‘ah’ at Swiss’ answer. he felt bad for the poor boy, he knew how bad insomnia could get at times. all he knew now was that y/n needed some comfort.

the drummer turned to look at the vocalist, and the two exchanged a knowing look before nodding at each other. at that moment, the earth ghoul scooped up y/n in his strong arms, cradling him like a baby— which made them yelp from the sudden change.

“what the—!? hey what are you guys doing??” y/n asked almost suspiciously, wondering what in hell these two ghouls had in mind.

“what do you think, honey?” swiss said from behind mountain, peeking over the earth ghoul’s shoulder to look at y/n. “we’re going to help you.”

it wasn’t long until the trio reached mountain’s room. y/n breathed in the fresh aroma of healing herbs and fresh water, must’ve been from the decorative plants in mountain’s room.

being the gentle giant he was, mountain carefully placed y/n on the center of his queen sized bed, and it wasn’t long until the two ghouls were all over y/n.

swiss was cuddled up on the right side of y/n’s body, his head buried under the curve of their neck, while his arms proceeded to wrap around y/n’s waist and his legs tangled in the other’s. mountain then moved to y/n’s left side, his chest pressing against the smaller boy’s back softly while he draped his long arms over y/n’s and swiss’ bodies to move them closer to him. the earth ghoul’s tail was also wrapped around y/N’s leg affectionately.

the position was… oddly comfortable, and it was quite serene too. it put y/n’s mind at ease, and his muscles visible relaxed after being stiff for so long. both swiss and mountain took notice of this, and started to purr lovingly— the vibrations of their purrs only serving to further heal y/n.

“this is nice…” y/n muttered out softly, to which swiss chuckled slightly.

“told ya we’d help, pretty boy.” swiss teased back slightly, making y/n only rolled his eyes at him.

“oh shut up.” they retorted, eliciting a chuckle from mountain, who rested his chin on top of y/n’s head.

“alright, simmer down you two. i think we all need to sleep. especially you, y/n.” mountain said with a more firm, but soft tone, making both swiss and y/n nod.

swiss couldn’t resist, but he pressed a soft kiss onto y/n’s cheek to help comfort him, which in turn made them giggle from the ticklish feeling. mountain let out another chuckle and placed a kiss on top of y/n’s head, purring softly right after.

y/n definitely wasn’t expecting his night to go like this. being pulled into a cuddle pile with the flirty multi ghoul, swiss— and the sweet and gentle earth ghoul, mountain.

his insomnia was definitely bad.

but these two ghoul’s provided enough comfort for him to make him feel safe.

and that feeling was enough to allow his mind drift off into a dreamless, but peaceful sleep, appreciating the warmth of another’s arms.

Our Little Brother

Asgard is a very strange place, at least that’s what Y/N thinks. The third son of Odin and Freya sometimes wonders how can pass as an Asgardian.

The population of warriors clashes with Y/N’s personality perfectly. The latter, as the God of Nature, is petit and plump figure, along with his shy and kind personality, he couldn’t be more different than his people.

“Y/N, my dearest flower, what has you so troubled?”

Ah, his mother, Y/N loves his mother dearly, she is the strongest woman that he knows. Freya taught Y/N a lot of things, thanks to her he became a master in healing magic.

When he was younger, Thor and Loki joked that Y/N was a mama’s boy, but they found it very cute.

“Nothing too troublesome, mother, I’m just worried about them.”

Them, Y/N is referring to his father and brothers. The three of them were at some war campaign, Y/N doesn’t remember, he never liked wars anyway.

But, the fought of losing his brothers and father breaks his hart. Every time this happened, Y/N worried that they wouldn’t come back.

Y/N loved his brothers dearly, Thor and Loki were his heroes, always protecting him, always making sure he was all right.

They were so different, but yet, so alike. Thor was an extrovert, a booming force, perhaps a little childish, but he had a good heart.

Loki, he was closed off, some would say he was mean and evil, but, there was no denying, he was extremely intelligent. Always ready to defend Y/N if he needed it. You don’t want to get on his bad side…

“Why are crying, my dearest brother, who hurt you?”

One time, when Loki discovered someone was making fun of his brother because of his weight, Loki cursed them, and Y/N never so his bully again.

And Thor, he didn’t mind physically fighting someone who offended his brother.

“Y/N, we’re back!”

After hearing his brother’s booming voice, Y/N ran to the throne room. Finding, his brothers and father, still in their armours.

He practically jumped in Loki’s arms, the God of Mischief wrapping his arms around Y/N, to stabilise him.

“You’re such a baby sometimes, Y/N. Did you miss me that much?” Loki teased.

“Shut up! I know you like it!”

“Don’t I get a hug?” Thor asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

After hugging and kissing Loki loads, Y/N jumped into Thor’s strong arms. The eldest brother spinning him, laughing like a child.

“He has blossomed into a handsome young man.” Y/N heard his father whisper to his mother.

Y/N loved moments like this, where they could all be together, like a true family.

Sure, they weren’t perfect, but they were his family. And Y/N loved his family with all his heart.

 Your Friends Vs Your Best Friend

Found one of my first ever Ghost fan arts. I've improved a lot since then. Might recreate it lmao

Rainy Day

Summary: Copia comforts you during one of your bad days.

Warnings: depictions of depression and anxiety, mentions of past emotional abuse by parents, mentions of religious trauma, mention of feeling numb

You woke to the sound of distant thunder rumbling, the morning bringing with it muted sunshine and a sky full of gray clouds.

The sunrise any other morning would be hypnotizing, splashes of color transforming the world right before your eyes, but today you sit at the window and watch as deep black night fades into a gray morning, painting everything outside the window in a dull palette.

Rain was sure to follow the mixed hues of fluffy clouds, so you parted the curtains, snuggled back into bed, and watched as the first drops began to stream down the glass.

The weather outside perfectly mirrors the way you feel today. There are shades of dark and light in the sky, warring for prominence just like your thoughts do. You feel apathetic and exhausted, ready to waste your day doing nothing; that wars with your need to do something, to be productive when you’re away from work, as if you’re a failure for not using your time like everyone else says you should.

It reminds you of your mother. In your mind, you hear her screams of calling you “lazy”, telling you that you were a pig for not using your time productively. You think about your father, telling you that you need to do something.

But today you just can’t, and you feel worthless.

It leaves you in a whirl of emotion, and you feel numb from the slowly creeping chill of depression that’s suddenly weighing down on your soul.

So you lie there, watching the gentle streams of rain turn into a downpour, battering the window for long hours that seem to pass too slowly and too fast simultaneously.

You change your position in bed only once, from facing the window to facing the door. Light presses against your closed lids, and you open your eyes to see Copia quietly closing the door, walking over to take place on the part of the bed unused by your large cocoon of blankets.

He says nothing, his presence only obvious by him gently brushing his fingers through your hair. You answer his silence with your own, covering his crossed legs with a soft blanket and laying your head in his lap.

He hums thoughtfully, adjusting himself for your comfort until you’re both in a position to watch the pouring rain change the landscape outside.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks, resuming his gentle massage on your scalp.

“Yes. This is perfect,” you reply, a tiny smile gracing your lips for the first time today.

You can feel his eyes on you, his head tilted down, but you don’t meet his gaze. It’s the sound of the rain outside, married to the feeling of his fingers moving against your scalp, that draws all your attention. The mix almost makes you feel calm.

Almost.

Long moments pass in this shared embrace, but instead of feeling comforted you begin to feel worse, the anxiety welling up in your stomach. You peek at the clock - 4PM - and groan, unable to push down the way your feelings are rising to the surface.

You’ve wasted your whole damn day doing nothing, and now it’s almost over.

The thought multiplies itself through your mind until there’s nothing else there. Not the rain, slowing to a gentle spray; not the way Copia’s fingers massage your scalp; not even Copia himself, whose comforting warmth surrounding you had previously eaten up your thoughts.

“What is wrong, amore?”

“I feel so ashamed of myself right now,” you tell him.

He encourages you to tell him what has made you feel this way, and so you do. You tell him about this sadness that had come this morning. How you felt so unmotivated to do anything, yet felt like you had to so that others wouldn’t see you as worthless, like you know your parents did.

By the end of confiding your feelings to him, you’re crying. Salty tears leave tracks in their wake, that Copia gently wipes away with his thumbs.

He moves you out of his lap, helping you to sit up so that your face is almost level with his. His hands cup your cheeks, and he brings your forehead to his lips. It’s not a kiss, he just brushes his lips against your skin, before pulling away and looking into your eyes.

“You are not worthless.” His hands leave your face and take your hands, thumbs rubbing against your knuckles. “I know that it’s easy to feel that way, especially because of how your parents treated you, and your past experience with religion. But now you are here. Lucifer understands that you need a break sometimes. He’s not disappointed in you, and neither am I. Nor anyone else, so you don’t have to feel that way anymore. And I know that those feelings and thoughts won’t stop overnight, but I am here to help you make them go away.”

Copia pulls at your hands, bringing you into a hug. Your nestled against his warmth again. His words chip away at some of the thoughts in your mind, and despite the way you feel otherwise, it’s comforting.

There’s warmth here. A safety you find in him that isn’t easy for you to feel on days like this.

The anxieties, fears, and the depression all begin to fade into tiny pinpricks of light. Still hiding there, somewhere on the edges of your mind, but small enough now that you can see more than the dragging darkness that clung to them.

You let yourself sink into the warmth of this moment, relaxing completely against him and allowing your eyes to fall closed. Copia gently threads his fingers into your hair again, humming thoughtfully at the way you shiver pleasantly at his touch.

You knew that this was a temporary setback and that the thoughts would come back again. But for now, this was nice.

if your comfortable writing this, can i request joost with a reader who sh? he accidentally finds out by their sleeve accidentally sliding down or something (im on the brink of relapsing and i need angst with comfort 😭😭 not forcing tho lol, if ur uncomfortable writing this don't force yourself!!!)

A/n: I’m totally okay doing this! As someone who has fought this battle I totally get it and I hope you are okay Anon!! You have people who love you and you are so special in your own ways! Beautiful inside and out 🫶 I hope this helps and know you are never alone!! My DMs are always open honey

CW: SH, angst, sensitive topics, Joost being a sweetheart,

YOU ARE LOVED!! be safe everyone!

988 (suicide prevention)

It had been a pretty hot day in the Netherlands and your boyfriend Joost was set on taking you on a hike! Which would have been totally okay if you hadn’t just gone through a relapse… you don’t even know why it happened or what set you off, you cleaned them pretty well but they were still tender and you knew you couldn’t convince Joost to cancel the hike that he was so dead set on.

“Long sleeves, eh?” He blinks at you in suprise his owlish expression kinda funny “yeah! It’s a cute shirt!” You blow him off waving your hand dismissively and your boyfriend nods with a shrug “it is cute you got me there” he pinches your cheek before leaning down and giving you a big ol kiss on the cheek before peppering your face with them. The sunshine that your boyfriend is always makes you feel so free and warm. “Let’s go!! I want to get there before it gets packed!” He chirps taking your hand and pulling you out to the car after making sure you had enough water and packed the sun screen

After hiking for a few hours you and Joost found the most beautiful ledge looking over a beautiful river covered with pine trees and mountains as far as the eyes can see. “Wow” you mutter wiping your brow and fanning the neck of your shirt “that’s breathtaking” you mutter and Joost chuckles looking over at you “it is isn’t it? But the view infront of me is even better” he purrs and you look over at him blushing madly “don’t even with me” you laugh covering your face with your hands leading to Joost wrapping his arms around you in a big hug “let’s take a selfie!” He says tugging his phone out of his pocket “say cheese schat!” He puts the phone out in front of you two

As the sun gets closer and closer to setting the more you forget about your arms to busy listening to Joost tell you about random things he knows about the wilderness or just random facts he finds interesting. Without thinking you tug your sleeves up to your elbows to help the air circulate through your clothes and cool you off. Joost looks back at you mid laugh at a dumb thing he had brought to your attention about ducks “and then I learned that buffalo!-“ he stops taking a quick glance down at your revealed arms and pauses- and then you watch his face go through a few different emotions- landing on devastation “schat…” he mutters stepping towards you like you might run. Realizing your fatal mistake you can sense the color draining from your features

“Joost I-“ you try to come up with excuses or reasons but you come up empty “I’m-“ you stop feeling your boyfriend slowly pull you into his chest and wrap his arms delicately around you “why would you feel the need to hurt…” he questions searching for the words through his broken English “I don’t know…” you respond honestly not trying to move your arms or run away- just leaning into Joost like a life line “I’m so sorry-“ you start but joost shushes you softly shaking his head “don’t be sorry, you aren’t in trouble and you have nothing to be sorry for” joost says pulling away and gently bringing your arms up to his face kissing around the sounds careful not to irritate them or cause you pain “come to me next time my love” Joost mutters gently looking up at you “please allow me to help you” he pleads and you nod starting to tear up “okay..” you whisper and Joost straightens up and kisses you passionately “I love you with everything I am. I love you for any amount of time your head can come up with and more.” He confesses “and even more than that” he runs his fingers through your hair “I love you” he wipes away your tears and holds you close

When you two got home Joost had pulled you into bed and kissed you more times than you could count praising you and rubbing your back “you are beautiful. So beautiful” joost says softly between the two of you “beautiful”

A/N I hope you all know how loved you ALL are!!! I may not know everyone but I love everyone and no matter how hard your battle is never give up! You are all so strong!

Sorry if this seemed rushed or wasn’t that good…I’m on my phone and at work 😂 but I saw this request and knew I needed to get it out!!

I love you all!!!!!!

DOODLES