#it's like 4am and I couldn't sleep until I wrote this

[hyunjinsbelovedamericano]

Sleepy time with bf! skz

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Tysm for the request! I have wrote something like this before but I have way more ideas

Fluff ofc, implied fem reader on Felix's part

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Bangchan

Winter times is the time where you and bangchans sleeping schedule drop,4am is the new 20:00pm! Even though you have to wake up 3 hours early tomorrow it doesn't stop you from staying up late

Youd end up scrolling on Amazon looking up things that you wanted, Chan knew that you were a shopaholic your basket was FLOODED with items

"baby,you can't keep adding items to your basket like that"

"What why"

"You don't have that much money"

"Yeah but you do"

Chan sighed knowing he couldn't say anything back to this,he always wanted to shower you with gifts he should expect your basket to overflowed like that.

He didn't wanna keep you up too long though,so he cradled you to sleep like you were a baby,your knees would be up to chin and you would be laying on your side,Chan would put him arms around your waist his warm hands relieving any type of pain your stomach was having

Lee know

Lee know would 100% loveeee to cuddle with you and his cats, it's like free melatonin.Soongie would be in between the both of you, purring from the head scratches.

If you're struggling to sleep, say no more, Soongie, Doongie,Dori and Minho are to the rescue!It's like sleeping on clouds, it's comfy cosy and it has Lee know. What more could you want? Right before going to sleep Lee know would help you prepare for bed, if you weren't having such a good day he would help you with your skincare, make sure you have fresh pjs you just have to go to sleep stress free.

He would be a bit confused though, I don't think he would have the best knowledge on how these face masks work

"No,lino-you,you have to-wait"

The face mask would end up all over your face, even going in your mouth once

From now on you know to sheet face masks preventing anything bad happening in the future

Changbin

Changbin always had energy so it would be harder to fall asleep with him,he's constantly so giggly and silly but it's hard to hate him because.. It's changbin

You had a very big collection of plushies which changbin found very cute, before you even started dating you forced him to memorise the plushies names. You had them piled up on the side of the bed and made him name the plushies you picked up.

"Whats his name?"

"That's a he? I thought it was a she-"

You would get frustrated with him not being able to remember ANY of them, you taught him this!

"Changbin! You know this"

"I kinda don't though"

You sigh heavily and plop down on the bed beside him,

"I was too busy looking at your pretty face"

He would try to cheer you up with being a flirt, it wasn't gonna be that easy though. He would have to smother your face is kisses and cuddle you trying to get you to relax, once he noticed that you started getting sleepy he would lay his head on his chest playing with your hair,falling asleep with you

Hyunjin

Hyunjin would treat you like a princess, he wants to make sure you enjoy every bit of your rest,you guys would be snuggled up in a heated blanket he got you for your birthday, this time of the month is the coldest and he definitely doesn't want you to get sick

If you had trouble sleeping he would sing you to sleep,play with your hair until you fall asleep. Anything that makes you feel at ease

When you wake up kkami would be there in between the both of you,how did he even get here? Whatever he's here now and that's all that matters

You guys would have debates on who has to switch off the light

"Hyunjin I'm already in bed"

"So am i"

"Yeah, but, I got here first"

"I don't wanna get up tho"

"Neither do I!"

You would end up forcing him to do it 🤷‍♀️

Han

Omg han would snore so loud,your trying to get some peaceful rest and all of a sudden you hear this agitating grating sound, turns out it han! And he's snoring

You expressed to him how loud and annoying he can be when he's asleep, to this he just acts oblivious and clueless

"What dym I snore? No I don't"

"Are you certain?."

But when he doesn't snore you guys would be pulling all-nighters knowing you have to wake up early the next day

Binge watching your fav k-dramas, one more episode wouldn't hurt right?

I honestly see han being a drooler, he sleeps with his mouth open most of the time which causes drool to fall down the side of his mouth, ew

Felix

He would ramble to the extreme, like daymn don't you ever run out of words to say?

Yk those clips of him where he just says the most stupidest things to ever exist, yeah he's gonna dump them on you

"Yk how Australia is two or three hours ahead of Korea,if you think about it when I go from Sydney to Korea... I'm basically time traveling"

"Felix go to sleep"

All he does is talk honestly,yappa yappa yappa

He would talk until you fall asleep, when he's not talking about stupid shit, he would be talking about your future

Like your wedding day, how many kids you wanna have

"We should have 5 kids"

"NOO"

"Why not?"

"If ur birthing the kids then sure"

Seungmin

You and seungmin would 100% pillow flight, even if you're not awake he'd hit you with a pillow

If you have to get up early and you're not waking up he's just hit you with the nearest pillow he can find

"Honey wake up"

"Honey get your ass up"

".... Okay then"

All of a sudden you'd wake up from being brutally attacked by a pillow, how rude of him

"Seungmin, ow-what are you doing?!"

"I told you to wake up"

What a menace

Jeongin

I lowkey think jeongin would sleep walk, just for lil bit yk😋

You would wake up in the middle of the night and turn to side to see no jeongin, where did he go?

Just as you were about to get up to look for him you heard a creak from the door, you turned to see jeongin leaning his head against the door

Obviously you were confused like,what when how why

You rushed to him and tapped him on the shoulder gently not wanting to alarm him

"Jeongin wtf"

This seemed to awake his from... Whatever and he snapped back into reality

"How did I get here?"

"I don't know you tell me"

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[mayuichi]

She wants to trust you. Give her reasons trust you. Give her reasons be happy.

Furina x Reader

Warnings: None beside archon quest spoilers (kinda?? i think)! Fluff fic because I want to give Furina some deserved affection :(

Lys' note: i wrote that during the night (started around 4am it's now 7:30 I guess I won't sleep zbfozjfo), i hope furina isn't too ooc :( I love that cutie sm she deserves love and no one can change my mind. well i've finished rambling eNJOY THE FIC!! 🩷

Official arts from Genshin Impact!

Now that the Hydro dragon, Neuvillette, has become the new Archon of Fontaine, he has many things to worry about. Worries for his people, and his new role. He couldn't find time to check on Furina yet. So he falls you to his office. Being someone who already shared many tea parties with her, he humbly requests for you to go see her.

You don't have to be asked twice. Furina and you weren't close friends, yet.. you feel the need to be here for her. After her trial, where everyone has been against her, she couldn't actually be fine.

Of course, knowing no more of fontainians has dissolved makes her happy, but at what cost? You yourself have felt betrayed when the verdict fell upon her. She has never been the true Archon is the end. But she never deserved a death sentence.

Finding her still alive made a weight come off your shoulders, and yet... You felt a knot in your stomach. Why did you felt sorry for her at that time?

Enough questioning.

You are at her doorstep now. Hesitantly knocking, you wait for a potential answer. But no one answers. You could swear she would've been here. Why wasn't she? Panic runs through your veins. You shake your head. It isn't the time to think of the worst, isn't it?

You sigh, crossing your arms. Today has no performance, nor trials. So perhaps... She went to the Opera House? It wouldn't be surprising, but you wonder why would she be there. In any case, there is only one way to figure it out.

It's a long road until there, but you make it anyway. You'd do anything to know how she's doing. Despite not having much of a good.. friend. You haven't visited her or tried to check up on her before Neuvillette's request.

Perhaps she wouldn't even trust you.

Shaky steps, you make your way to the inside of the Opera House. You take in a deep breath before opening the doors leading to the stage. There she stands, oblivious to your presence.

Gracefully dancing alone, in the empty scene. No one to look at her, no one to say anything to her, no one to blame her. Humming to herself a soft, yet melancholic melody, a tune bringing up to the surface all the pain she has always felt.

You can't tear your eyes away from the sight of her. Carefully approaching, cautious to not make any sound. It's like watching a broken puppet putting on her last show. Despite the grace she has, some of her movements were... Hesitant. As if her mind is on fire.

Tripping on her feet, she falls on her hands and knees, quiet sobs filling the silent room. Her shoulders shruddering under each cries, her tears falling from her cheeks to crash onto the wooden stage. She is just a mess, overthinking everything she has done those past hundreds of years.

“What if things could've been different... Have I done my job right...„ she wonders. Such a painful sight for you to witness. You glance away, taking a few more steps. “Lady Furina...„

Her head snaps up, eyes filled with tears as she tries to crawl back. “What... What are you doing here?!„ she croaks out.

The once almighty and theatric Furina is now reduced to be a shadow of herself, in the exact same room where her people has left her. You sigh quietly, climbing onto the stage and kneel at her level.

“You don't need to stay alone, Lady Furina.„ you whisper softly. You know your words might be insignificant, especially considering her state, but if you could just... “No need to keep the lady... After all, now you all know..„

You felt pity for her. For everything that has happened. “You know.. No one hates you. You've never tried to bring bad things. You were just...„ “Lost...„ she mutters under her breath.

“Yeah.. as much as we were.„ you try to reach out and place a comforting hand on her shoulder, but she pushes it away. “I don't need anyone's pity.„ she growls out. Perhaps she doesn't need pity, but she clearly needs someone.

“I don't pity you. I truly want to be here for you.„ you smile, leaning your head closer to her, sitting right in front of her. “... Why?„ she inquires. “Well...„

You chuckle softly as she doesn't seem to remember anything. “Haven't you always listened to my issues back when we would have tea parties?„ you tilt your head on the side, keeping your gaze on her. “Well it-.. it was just a mere formality! Who, as a supposed Archon, wouldn't listen to one of her people's problems?„

You shake your head. You know there is more than that. But pressuring her right now isn't a good idea. Instead, you creep closer, until you could wrap your arm around her shoulder and let her rest her head against you.

“You do not have any reason to tell me what troubles your mind. Yet, I wish you are aware you can share anything to me. Your secrets are safe within those walls.„ you reassure her. It might not work, but at least she now knows she can lean on you if she needs.

Staying in that position for a little while, you gently rub her arm in a comforting way. She looks up at you, and suddenly asks what you feared.

“... Why didn't you came earlier?„ you have no true answers to that. You felt betrayed, lost, unsure. Everything and nothing flooded your mind at that right moment. “I'm sorry. I don't have any answer to give you. I'm to blame. But I do care for you. I never thought we would be friends from tea parties alone, but we can still be close. A confident, someone to share your burdens with. I'd love to be that person to you, if you want me to.„

She doesn't say anything more. She just processes your words in silence. And you don't mind it. If this could give her some peace of mind, you'll gladly stay this way.

“... I have never asked to carry such a burden.„ you snap your head towards her, unsure of what she means. You just wait for her to keep going.

“When she told me I just had to wait until an important and life changing trial, I... I never thought she was speaking of my own. I never felt so lost in my entire existence. My own people, going against me... I now know it was for the best, but...„

Her voice cracks. Tears sting in her eyes again, threatening to fall down. She is trying with all her might to not let them fall as she goes on.

“It hurts. It hurts like hell. I've lived through everything, and even now it still hurts. Will fontainians ever forgive me for lying to them? Does Neuvillette will forgive me? I've tried for so long to find a solution. We've lost so many people.„

You feel a sudden urge to shield her in your arms from all the cruelty. But it's too late, she already felt too much of it to ever forget. Yet it doesn't stop you from wrapping your arms around her petite frame, placing your chin on top of her head.

“I've tried. I've tried everything I could! I never wanted to see anyone dissolve! I spent days and nights searching for a solution, only for.. that...„ she lowers her head, hiding her tears as best as she could.

“Monsieur Neuvillette has never been upset. He is just busy. As for the people... I am sure they understand now. They can't be mad at someone who tried so hard to save them for all those years.„ you try to reassure her, but even yourself don't know how to do. How to comfort someone who had to lie for so long, to hide her true feelings and not even feel capable to share her burdens to the renowned traveler?

You feel helpless. Perhaps you aren't the one made for comforting her. But you want to try. To try no matter what. “You loved us. With all your heart. You have tried everything, at the cost of your own happiness, being eaten day by day.„

Your heart aches for her. You want to be there, to help her. To just... Let her be happy once again. She hides everything behind a facade. But every facade breaks at some point...

“Let me be the one for you. Let me show you how this world can bring many discoveries, how it can still give hopes and joy. Let me... Let me give you the happiness you're craving.„

She tilts her head up. Her eyes... It's empty. Filled with despair and pain. She's aching for love, to finally be happy and carefree. But there's also a tiny... Extremely tiny twinkle. A sparkle of hope igniting at your words. She wants to believe you, to trust you.

She wants to trust you. Give her reasons trust you. Give her reasons be happy.

She cracks a faint and weak smile to you, hesitantly reaching to take your hand in her. “... You promise to not leave me?„ she's scared. Terrified of another pain. But the passion in your eyes, the love your heart holds for her... It couldn't be faked.

“I promise. But you have to live on. Let your past behind. Don't let it haunt you...„ she doesn't know how to do that. She never knew. Placing a hand on her head to gently stroke her hair. “It's okay if you don't do it now. We will go step by step. At your own rhythm.„

You stand up, helping her stand as well, as you snake an arm around her waist to keep her close. “Now, let's go see Neuvillette. He is worried sick he hasn't seen you in days.„

Walking slowly to the aquabus, you sit together in silence. No words need to be spoken. Not when she sees how much love you want to give to her.

You arrive at the Palais Mermonia. Everyone is a little uneasy to see Furina after she excluded herself either in her home or the empty Opera House. Entering the Palais, you let her knock on Neuvillette's office's door. But no one answers.

She is about to grab your hand to tell you you should go, but instead, you knock again, clearing your throat. “Monsieur Neuvillette, it's me.„ recognising your voice, he tells you to enter, and so you do.

Furina hides behind your back, but Neuvillette could see her attire. He sighs in relief upon seeing her, smiling. “I am pleased to see you are doing okay, Lady Furina.„

She doesn't answer. “... Don't mind her silence. She took a while before talking to me. But I can assure you she'll be okay.„ you explain in a hurry, not wanting to offend the new Archon. “I never doubted it. She is in good hands with you. Why would I have asked you to see her otherwise?„

A weak smile spreads on your lips as you look behind to see Furina. You nudge against her, pushing her in front of his desk. “Eeep!„ her eyes widen. She's like an animal caught in a trap. She feels slightly betrayed that you make her face him, but it just makes him laugh.

“Well, I suppose she is indeed not talkative anymore...„ Neuvillette teases gently, his eyes gazing back to the papers. “I- I am talkative!„ you raise an eyebrow. Neither of you believe her words. But it just makes you laugh.

You walk closer to her, cupping her cheeks in your hands as your nose almost touch her. “It's okay. I'll show you how it feels to be loved. Let's just give us some time.„

You then proceed to walk away, under Neuvillette's gaze as he watches closely for Furina's reaction. Her cheeks flush bright red as she stares at your back before shouting.

“What do you mean give us some time?! There's no way I'd date someone like you!„ she hears you chuckle, and she knows she is now going to be teased.

“You're assuming things, ma très chère amie. I never said we would become a thing... Did I?„ you smirk, stopping in your track to watch her expression.

“You-! You implied it, imbécile!„ she runs to you, gently punching against your chest as she pouts. And then... You just lead her back home, promising her to come first thing tomorrow to go on a walk with her.

Perhaps you two will truly become something eventually.

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[ya-zz]

Fixed the Broken

Ramattra x reader(gen)

Word count: 3164 It's another 4am write up, I really should fix my sleep, but have another piece. Again, if it's not correct or there are errors, I may fix it when I next come across it... maybe

Also as I finish writing this, it's almost 7:30am. I may have wrote too much-

Ramattra had been sent out on a mission alongside a few of the other Overwatch soldiers. His expertise in close hand combat alongside his menacing demeanour often changed the course of a fight.

However, this wasn't like any other battle he had fought. His mind wandered to you before switching off.

Despite his hatred for humans, he became very fond of you. He couldn't quite place his robotic finger on it, but he felt comfortable around you, as if you had been friends for years.

After being picked up by Overwatch two years ago, you became the sole repair person for omnics and anything of the sort. While you did have some basic knowledge of self defence and could put up a fight if necessary, you were always stationed inside of your workshop mending the broken.

You had repeatedly repaired Zenyatta time and time again, however he got himself injured you could easily fix within the hour. His kind was something you had grown used to repairing, so much so you never needed the manual to fix anything after the first few repairs.

Ramattra, on the other hand, was one omnic you never had the pleasure of fixing, let alone working with. His kind was secured by multiple government walls, so even trying to get the blueprints was proving to be difficult.

Time and time again you had tried to get the documents, but nothing would budge in your favour. Even Reyes had tried, although a less legal way was used, but even he couldn't get zilch from the company who created Ramattra's kind.

The one time Ramattra came in, dragging his feet behind Zenyatta, he denied any form of help from a human, standing in the doorway as you stopped in your tracks and looked at the pair. Zenyatta managed to coax him into sitting down on the chair before you walked over and assessed the damage done on his faceplate.

With a sorrowful look, you told him things were going to be ok and that you were there to help. You didn't ask how his faceplate got cracked, instead you gently pried it off his head and got to work with fixing it.

He noted how soft your hands were against his cheeks before the cold air of the workshop hit his inner skeleton. The one thing Ramattra was grateful for was the ability to feel what humans do naturally. After modifying himself, he managed to do just that. A bit of coding and rewiring made him feel the cold, the heat and the touch of another.

It didn't take too long and Ramattra was out of there within the hour. A small thank you escaped from him before he left alongside his omnic brother.

All you could do was smile to yourself as you finally got chance to be around such a marvellous creation. Despite what you were told about him, you wanted to know more from him. He was that one of a kind omnic you never got the chance to talk to, let alone touch.

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Athena urgently called for you to go to the ORCA arrival bay the very moment you had put some boxes down from a delivery of spare parts. You quickly put on a jacket before closing up the workshop temporarily and heading down. The air was still, almost heavy as you approached.

A few of the other cadets were anxiously waiting the arrival of the ORCA, Zenyatta nowhere to be seen.

"What's going on?" You asked, zipping your jacket up and wrapping your arms around yourself.

Reyes looked to you. "It was successful, but damages have been made."

You look back to the entrance, the sky a deep orange as the sun set below the horizon.

"What damages?"

Reyes didn't say anything.

You feared the worst.

The silence was tormenting you. Nobody spoke a word until the ORCA landed in the bay.

Holding your breath, your grip tightened on your sides.

One by one, members of the team got off the carrier. Bloody faces and bandages. They had been through hell.

Small words were exchanged, the majority of them heading to medical, others for a well earned shower.

Hanzo was the last to appear, hair loose over his shoulders, blood and oil coating his face.

You look at him, relieved he was ok, but your attention quickly shifted to his hands.

"Brother!" Zenyatta had appeared behind you, clearly distraught and pained by what he saw.

Hanzo was holding Ramattra's head, the lights were off. You took a step back.

Damages were made...

You looked at Reyes who was already looking at you.

"Listen kid, I'll do what I can about the documents-" he started, he saw your brow furrow but continued. "Think you can mend him in the meantime?"

"Mend him? He's..." You look back at what was left of Ramattra. A hand grabbed your arm making you turn.

"Please..." Zenyatta sounded in pain, as if he was trying not to cry. Despite his emotionless face, you could tell he was hurting the most.

"I'll try." That's all you could say and do. Try.

Hanzo walked with you to the workshop, the silence almost unbearable.

"I could only retrieve his head." He said, voice low.

"What about any data chips? Memory cards?" You asked, unlocking the door and entering the workshop.

"I am not sure. He was badly injured, his body crushed and torn apart. I fear the enemy was too great an opponent for him." Hanzo delicately placed the head on the closest workbench.

Looking at the archer, you wonder if you could actually do the impossible and bring Ramattra back. Your face showed concern and Hanzo picked up on it instantly.

"You have got this. I'll stop by in the evenings to give you food from the canteen. I know you will stay in here until he is complete."

You nod. He was right. When given a project, no matter how big or small, you see it through with very little break and this was one hell of a project. With no blueprints on how he works, you had to go off your intuition.

"He's lucky I had parts brought in for him recently, just in case... Didn't think I'd need them so soon. I think the first thing to do is to see if his chips are stored in that head of his..." You approach the workbench, looking down at the body-less omnic before you. "Thank you, Hanzo... I hope your recovery and everyone else's recovery is quick."

"You need not worry about me. My concern is with you. Please rest when your body needs it." His hand finds your shoulder, a warm touch to the cold space.

You smile at him before he leaves. You approach the door he just left out of and turn the light outside on, signally to not be disturbed. It was going to be on for awhile.

Ramattra's head stayed on the table as you checked over it and disassembled what you could. Luckily, the chips were stored in there and weren't broken, but you ran a test just to be sure.

When everything came back green a few minutes later, a sigh of relief escaped your lips.

One problem over, now it's time to build an omnic.

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You couldn't count how many days you had been in the same room. Hanzo would remind you to rest whenever he stopped by with warm cooked food, his worry for you became greater with each day that passed.

Reyes had no luck in getting the blueprints, but by that point you were already working on his chest and arms. Wires were hanging out of the new body for Ramattra, waiting to be soldered into place. His head was facing you as you worked, a small reminder of what's at cost here.

Zenyatta never once stopped by. You would question Hanzo about him whenever you weren't focussed on repairs, but he could offer no response.

You had thought he couldn't come in because he knew what was going on. His brother was merely a shell at the moment. Empty.

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There was a lot of trial and error in building him. Most of the time it was a miss-soldered wire or a loose bolt, however, you kept pulling through.

When you were attaching his pelvic plate, you looked back at his head and apologised. Even if he wasn't there, it still felt awkward.

You had no idea how many times you had been through the same playlist, listening to the same songs and singing along to them. Each day just merged with the next.

By the time the end of the second week had come around, you had accumulated around 50 hours of sleep and your body was slowly shutting down. The amount of caffeine you had consumed within that time was frightening. Hanzo even made Angela come in and check on you, demanding you to rest for at least a few days before continuing working.

Of course, being the persistent idiot you were, you ignored them and continued to work on Ramattra. He wasn't going to be like he was before and you knew this and you were ready to suffer whatever consequences he throws at you for not being able to fix him completely.

The end of the third week came by slowly and at that point you were a few final wires away from finishing his body and once they were in place, all you had to do was attach his head to it's rightful place.

You gently pick up his head and carry it over to the body, standing on a small step to reach his neck and attach everything to its rightful place.

A small hop down and you walk in front of him, looking up at the omnic in front of you. It was eerily quiet as your music stopped moments before.

"Please work. Please." You begged before heading over to the computer and directing a current to the omnic.

A small hiss and the lights on his forehead turned orange. They blinked a couple times before turning red and completely turning off.

You try again but the outcome was no different.

Heading over to a computer next to the omnic, you run a scan for any errors. A program you had built in your free time to detect any faulty wires or components.

Time remaining: 8 hours

You stare at the screen before the area around you becomes fuzzy. Hanzo walks in the moment you drop to the floor.

Your body completely crashed.

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The light was bright above you as you came to. Hanzo was by your side as your stirred, placing a hand to your head.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"How long was I out?" You ignored his question to ask your own.

"Nearly a full day." He places a hand on your arm.

"Shit." You go to get up but Hanzo only stops you from moving forward.

"You need to rest."

"I need to fix Ramattra." You tried to get out of his grip.

"Take a break." Hanzo was much stronger than you were, holding you down easily.

"I can't."

"Yes you can."

"You have to rest." A female voice broke through, tone very much stern. "Doctors orders."

With a tone like that, you stop resisting, instead slumping back into the bed.

"Fine, but only until tomorrow." You try to bargain.

"No, not until I deem you healthy and fit to leave." Angela checked your blood pressure before writing it down. "Rest."

You sigh, staring up at the ceiling before your body drags you back into slumber.

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You had no idea how much time had passed before Angela had let you go. Hanzo walked with you to the workshop to make sure you were truly ok before leaving you for a training session with Genji.

Upon entering, you are met with what you had left. Ramattra was still standing there with no power. Some dust had begun to settle on his chassis so you made quick and gentle work of brushing it off.

Checking the monitor, all tests had come back green. All was good. You direct the current through again.

Orange.

Red.

Switched off.

You screamed. Like actually screamed, throwing a piece of scrap metal at the wall.

"Three weeks of work for nothing!" Tears streamed down your face as you kept running the current but was getting nowhere. "Fuck, what the actual hell am I supposed to do..."

Omnics didn't come with an on button.

...

Wait...

You rummaged through the spare parts, a small piece rattled at the bottom of the box. Despite feeling somewhat relieved you missed something, you were utterly pissed off with yourself for actually missing something.

Pondering for a moment, you realised where this piece belongs. A small hole underneath his back plate, hidden among cables and wires.

Sonofabitch...

After about another hour of fucking about with everything in his back, you had the piece inserted and flipped up.

Reassembling his back, you head over to direct a current.

Orange.

Red.

Blue.

You could hear hissing which meant his fans were working. A small digital noise escaped from the omnic as his arms twitched, head tilting to the side.

You stand there, body frozen.

"Ramattra?"

His head tilts back up, now directly facing you.

Nothing was said for a moment. The two of you just staring at each other.

"I didn't think I'd get to see you again." Was the first thing he said.

"What?" Your cheeks grew warm.

"You fixed me. I owe you my life." He took a wobbly step forward.

"You don't owe me anything." You say.

"I do. For nearly a month you have worked on fixing me."

"How'd you know it was only a month?"

Ramattra sat down at the workbench, the same place he sat the first time he entered the shop.

"When you checked to see if there was any damage to my chips, you inadvertently set a small current off. I was able to see everything, hear everything."

"How-" You pause for a moment. Your cheeks grew warmer knowing exactly what he was talking about.

The omnic laughed. "I won't say anything." He reassured you. "I want to thank you for being so gentle with everything. You even apologised when you-"

"I get it! You heard it." You look away, embarrassed. "You should go see Zenyatta. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you with a body."

"I want to stay here for a little while. I have grown rather... fond of this place."

"It's nothing special." You try to dismiss him.

"[y/n]. I want to spend actual time with you." He stared at you, lights flickering on his forehead.

You stare wide eyed. "I thought you hated humans."

"You are an exception. A rather great exception. I can tolerate the others for now."

"Mhm." You nod, taking a seat across from Ramattra.

"To be honest, you were the last thing I thought of when I shut down." He said, his tone was almost quiet.

"Why? I'm nothing special."

"You may not think that, but you have done wonders for omnics like me and my brother. You show me that there are good humans among the filth. I believe that is what Zenyatta was trying to tell me."

He gained a laugh from you.

"[y/n]."

"Ramattra?"

"Thank you." He took a hold of your hand that was resting on the table. "You even fixed my touch processors." He sounded shocked at this.

"Yeah... Zenyatta mentioned it was something you had worked on. I tried, so if it doesn't work as it should, feel free to fix it to your liking."

"Thank you." He repeated. "Can I possibly take you to the canteen to get some dinner? You hardly ate a thing when you were working on me."

"Are you asking me out on a date?" You grin, cheeks flushed.

"What if I am?"

"Yes. Yes you can." There was a sparkle in your eyes that Ramattra noticed instantly. If he could smile, he would. Your hand was warm as he held it, not wanting to let it go. That same warmth circled through his chassis whenever he looked at you.

Ramattra, dare he say, had fallen for a human. Each day you were fixing him, he grew more and more attached. He noticed how you moved, how you stretched, the gentle touch of putting things together and the concentration on your face when you worked on circuitry on the bench. For nearly a month he had been watching you without you even knowing. He knew things that he figured not many of the others knew. He admired your persistence and determination, yet that scream you let out shook him. He may have feared you were giving up.

Yet you didn't. You didn't give up on him.

He wanted to be with you, not as a way to say thank you, but because he had genuinely fallen for you.

Memory: Repair log, day 10:

"Despite you being a pain in the ass sometimes, you're alright. Fuck, you should've seen how heartbroken Zen was. It hurt me too, you know. If this doesn't work, I will never forgive myself. I don't think Zen will ever get over it either... If you're listening, Ramattra, please wake up... I don't think you understand that you have people here who actually want you back, and not for your strength. I'll miss you if this don't work. I'll miss seeing that damn face of yours and your snarky comments." You laugh. "You always made me smile. Even that day you came in with Zen. You didn't see but when you left I was super happy you trusted me. It was the very first time you let a human touch you. I heard from your brother you hadn't even let any other human touch you before I did...

Hey, Ramattra... you're welcome here anytime. Even if it's just to talk."

There was a small pause.

"Fuck," you laugh, "I can't be falling for you... we hardly know each other."

"It's not so wrong is it? A human falling for an omnic? Would you even feel the same? I don't know."

"Oh shit, where the fuck did I put it?"

"Ramattra. I think I'm in love with you yet I hardly know you. It's crazy that it can happen like that... I'm probably going crazy."

"Fuck."

"Ow."

"You'll be done soon, I can feel it."

You rested your head on the desk, eyes slowly closing and pulling you to sleep. "I love you... Ramattra..."

----

An omnic in love with a human. A human in love with an omnic... It wasn't unheard of, he just believed it would never happen to him, especially with how things turned out with his last mission.

He would run that memory log over and over again.

"I love you... Ramattra..."

"I love you too... [y/n]..."

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[bunni3thebard]

Through the Walls

A/N: I always lean towards Eddie’s POV, I dunno why. I’m trying this out, so hopefully it’s not too bad. Enjoy my take at second-person POV. This story started out as just being a oneshot, but then it kinda became my baby, so I hope you like it!

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: You’ve been in Hawkins for almost a year now. It was nice, an escape from painful memories and a way to start fresh. After so long isolating yourself, you decide that it’s time to make friends, get to know someone so you’re not so alone. One of those friends happened to be your Cryptid Neighbor.

Warning: swearing (I'm a sailor), weed usage (smoking) (I think that's it?? lol)

Chapters:

[ 1 ] [ Next]

Chapter 1: Silent Scream

Your neighbor was a cryptid. 

At least, you were convinced they were. 

You knew someone lived there because of the lights that would come on and off, and the shadow figures moving behind the curtains. Not to mention that the walls were thin as fuck, so you heard them watch TV and play guitar and listen to metal music obscenely loud during the midnight hours.

But even though they kept the same crazy hours you did, you've never seen hide nor hair of them.

You started to make theories about what kind of person they were. Like that they were a burn out whose parents paid for everything for them so they didn't work, just farted around all day–hence the 4am jam sessions. 

Another theory that had struck you one night while working a double at the Hawkins ER was that they were a drug lord and had to keep odd hours to evade the police. 

But you wrote off that theory since you'd thought it up while sleep deprived after an 18 hour shift.

You entertained the idea of a squatter, but then why would they have electricity?

You had finally come to the conclusion that you were lonely as fuck and you obsessed over the identity of your mysterious neighbor because you were long deprived of human companionship and thus you hyperfixated on a superficial meaningless thing to distract yourself from being alone.

Or maybe they were Mothman…

Thankfully the grocery store kept late hours on the weekend, and that's where you found yourself on your free Saturday night. You'd woken up naturally around seven pm, even though your alarm was set for nine, and decided to putter around your house until your alarm went off so you could feel like you were properly lazy. 

You sat contemplating cereals for a few meandering seconds, sure your eyes were blinking at an astronomically slow pace. You'd smoked a bowl to help you sleep and felt like it hadn't completely left you. You just hoped your eyes weren't red.

Grunting, you shoved both boxes into your cart and turned to move on to the next aisle when you crashed into someone else's cart. "Shit." You hissed below your breath, rubbing your stomach where the handle of the cart had roughly jabbed into you. 

"Damn, sorry about that!" 

Looking up you met the soft face of a brunette woman who looked about your age with her hair pulled back into a messy bun and long-sleeve black shirt falling off one of her thin shoulders exposing her bra strap. She gave you a sheepish smile and you shrugged.

"No harm no foul, although if you do it again I'll take it personally and make no bones about it: I will cry." She snorted, making you grin in triumph.

"Don't worry. I don't make it a habit of accosting people in the grocery store." She pulled her cart back from yours.

You hummed, "Good to know I'll be a one-and-done hit-and-run."

Her smile was cute. She had a strong jaw with a petite nose that scrunched up adorably as she grinned. 

"I'm Nancy." She'd offered her hand. 

You hesitated.

It had been a while since you'd earnestly interacted with someone outside of transactional exchanges, like for work or buying things or paying bills. People were messy. Maybe it was the paranoia from your past–trauma you couldn't shake that clung to you like a second skin–but you'd been wary of making friends on the off chance your name gets around and spreads to corners of places you didn't want it to go.

It was ridiculous. Narcissistic in a way.

So you ground your teeth and mustered a smile hoping it looked genuine and shook her hand.

You stood outside staring at the moon for a while dressed in nothing but a size 8XL shirt you snagged from Wal-Mart cause it was soft. You knew you should smoke inside, no telling when someone might rat you out to the cops, but the moon was full and the stars were bright. You weren't used to how clear the sky was in comparison to the city, even after a year.

Your eyelids fluttered, vision hazy as the weed worked its magic. 

Nancy had invited you to some neighborhood get-together next week that was popular in Hawkins. Said she hadn't seen you around before and was surprised you'd survived a year without becoming the talk of the town. You blew out a heavy stream of smoke, humming to yourself thoughtfully. 

But that had been the point, right?

Keep a low profile, stay hidden.

Sighing, you took another deep drag of your joint, holding the burning breath as tight as you could. You watched the stars dance in your vision before you finally exhaled.

God you were fucking lonely, though.

You scrubbed at your head, mussing up your hair. Curiosity was easy to take hold in your high state, so you peered towards your neighbors apartment and saw a shadow in front of the curtains. You squinted, eyeing the light blue fabric for a while since your vision was blurry. You could've sworn you saw a sliver of it be pulled aside with tentative fingers. You blinked slowly, sighing heavy through your nose and mumbled to yourself, "Fucking bigfoot in there for sure." 

Turning back around to your apartment door you sucked in the last bit of the joint and dropped the roach to the ground, bending over to squish it with a rock to make sure it was out. Standing with a groan, you walked barefoot back to your front door. You were like, 90% sure the complex was just repurposed from an old Motel 6, but it was cheap and they sprayed for bugs every Tuesday, so you didn't complain.

It was small, enough space for your bed with a loveseat to watch your shitty TV that sat on top of your dresser and a micro kitchen they built in the corner next to the door for the bathroom. There was no kitchen sink and the fridge was half-size, but you were one person so you didn't quite care enough to complain. You did wish the fridge drawers were a bit bigger so they didn't catch on all the food packages you shoved in there.

Maybe it was because you were high, or lonely–or maybe a combination of the two–but you slid your hand across the wall that connected your apartment to your cryptid neighbor's. Then you tapped the starting notes for "Shave and a Haircut". You waited a breath, not sure if they had even heard it.

But then there it was: "Two Bits".

You grinned, giggling like Scooby Doo as you danced over to your bed, throwing yourself down with a bounce on the cheap twin.

Since you had smoked, sleep came easy. You were lulled into dream after weird dream courtesy of Miss Mary Jane. There was one where you went grocery shopping with Bigfoot and another where you went on Jerry Springer because you were pregnant with Mothman's baby.

You were curious what kind of cryptid your neighbor was.

The neighborhood block party was, for all intents and purposes, a Hawkins bash. 

Apparently it was a pretty regular affair every few months: a potluck with a few dad's who wheeled their grills to the end of a large cul-de-sac to cook up some burgers and dogs, some artsy fartsy mom's who made crafts for the younger kids to do, and sparklers and poppers for the older kids to get into mischief with.

There were maybe fifteen to twenty adults and a smattering of an equal number of kids. 

You had brought a shitty box of cookies from a bakery a few blocks away from the hospital since you couldn't cook anything on your extra small stove. You also had switched shifts with Beverly–fucking ray of sunshine she was, grunting and groaning about working on a Saturday night, but you had taken her Sunday so she could get bent–so that you could be here, at this lovely affair. 

You were starting to have regrets.

You watched a few pre-teens wave sparklers around in glee, making to poke and prod one another with the burning end. You wondered if you should step in, knowing that there were some second degree burns waiting to happen, but a random mom came over and grabbed each kid's wrists in warning. You slunk away to the food table.

You set your meager contribution down and turned to eye all the adult women, trying to find your potential petite new friend.

They all had their hair done up in that style where their bangs spiraled out in delicate feathering with the ends curled towards their shoulders. Some had simple ponytails decorated with hair bands and colorful scrunchies. You ran your fingers through your hair self-consciously; you hadn't done anything, merely brushed it and hoped for the best as you donned your nicest pair of jeans and a thrifted Van Halen '79 tour shirt. You figured since it would be outside the party would be a casual thing, but the dresses and blouses these housewives wore made you think you were a little unprepared for the mandatory 'Sunday Best' dress code. 

You fiddled with the ends of your shirt. 

You contributed to the sacrificial neighborhood potluck, maybe the Gods will be pleased enough to let you leave without seeing Nancy.

You turned to make a break for it and nearly bowled over the brunette in question.

Cookies were not a good enough sacrifice.

Her smile was bright and her blue eyes lit up at seeing you. "Hey, you made it!" She went in to hug you and you tensed, locking your arms to your side in the world's most awkward exchange of physical affection.

She gave a nervous smile and pulled away, "Sorry, too soon for hugs?" Her chuckle was used to try and break the tension and you were grateful as you laughed along.

"No, it's just–I uh… haven't really hung out with anyone for a while, so I guess I'm just getting back into the swing of how friendship works." You shrugged, rubbing the back of your neck.

Her eyes sparkled at your admission of seeing her as a potential friend. She grabbed your hand and pulled you over to a small group that hung around the edges of the block party.

The first one you noticed was a taller Hispanic man with the most beautiful hair you had ever seen in your life. It was lustrous and hung past his hips, swaying gently with his movements. He smiled, eyes half-lidded but sweet, giving you a gentle nod as Nancy motioned to the group, giving your name.

"This is Argyle," she pointed at the man with the incredible hair.

"Robin," next was a thin, lanky woman with messy dirty blonde hair that hung a little past her chin. She had a dusting of freckles across her nose and a charming crooked smile. She wiggled her fingers in a sweet hello.

"Steve," the man next to Robin was broad-shouldered with a just as square jaw line. His eyes were slightly turned down at the ends, giving him this sweet puppy-dog stare matched with a megawatt smile. He had some random freckles and moles that decorated across his face and the visible areas of his arms that made him look a lot younger. He nodded to you, giving a weird wink that you were sure was supposed to come off as charming, but was mildly unsettling.

"And my husband, Jonathan!" The last guy had a small upturned nose with a low brow that was covered by messy strands of mousy brown hair. He gave a shy smile, nodding to you while bouncing lightly. Over his shoulders he had a baby vest strapped to him and a very crabby looking baby facing outwards. Their face was scrunched up, looking more like a potato than a child, and they had wispy brown hair that was stuck up wildly like their head had been rubbed with a balloon. 

Nancy smiled proudly, tickling the cheek of the child that gave a low, annoyed hum for an impressively long amount of time. "And this is Eliza, my daughter."

You gave a pinched smile, waving awkwardly. "Hey." 

"'Sup Brosephina," Argyle smiled, offering you his fist. You chuckled, tapping yours against it lightly. "A pleasure to aquaint with you." He stuck his hand back in his pocket, the other holding the neck of a Pabst. 

"An enjoyable aquaint with you as well." You rocked awkwardly onto your heels.

Argyle's smile grew and he nodded, "Right on." He laughed.

"Hi," you looked over to Steve who held out his large hand in greeting. You shook it, noting that he was gentle when shaking yours, but gave a squeeze before he released you. His smile was adorable, but he was definitely trying to flirt. You were curious if it was just an unconscious thing, or if he was actually putting in effort. "Nice to meet you." 

You gave a soft nod in reply, but before you could fully pull your hand away, Robin shot forward and grabbed it giving you a few firm shakes, "It's really good to meet you, I think I actually saw you a while ago–my girlfriend's daughter broke her arm and I remember you gave us all strawberry Jell-O before we left."

Your eyes widened and you pointed at her with your other hand, "Oh yeah! Dotty! She was freaking adorable. How's her arm?" 

Robin's smile was glowing and she squeezed your hand tightly, "She's good, her whole class signed her cast and when she got it off she begged to keep it even though it smelled like old shoes."

You barked out a laugh, unknowingly squeezing Robin's hand back, "Hell yes, that's awesome. A trophy of her triumphs! I recommend a pantyhose sock full of cat litter, it helps a ton with the shoe stink."

Robin's eyes widened and she gave a dramatic gasp, "That's freaking brilliant, oh my god, thank you!"

Jonathan snickered, "You got chronic stinky feet?" He teased, eyes glimmering as he bounced his daughter.

You smirked, dropping Robin's hand and leaning into your hip, "Maybe, or maybe I've learned a thing or two from working with older nurses. But I could also have insanely stinky feet, and now you know my shame." 

Everyone laughed and you felt your smile grow, your shoulders relax, and you let yourself feel like you belonged. 

You didn't feel so alone anymore.

The block party ended up not being bad. Although, a guy named Andy Barker had tried to hit on you when you went to grab a hot dog ("You like 'em long and juicy, huh"–barf) even though his wife was within eyesight. Nancy had warned you that they often did that: flirt with other people in front of each other to get their partner jealous.

It was absolutely insane, small towners were bonkers.

You had snagged a bag full of cookies for the road, not including those from the bakery you had gone to as they were a little rubbery and sad. Argyle gave you a high five.

"Choice snack Brochacha, need a muchie master to inspire your partaking in said chocolate chunks?" You blinked a few times, unsure of what in the hell he was trying to say. 

Jonathan snickered, leaning over to translate, "Do you want some weed with that?"

Needless to say: Argyle was your favorite.

Pocket a little heavier with two freshly rolled "Blunts of Friendship", as Argyle called them, and a couple of sandwich bags full of pilfered cookies, you walked up to your door with a smile. 

You had made friends. 

It was nice, this feeling. You hadn't been able to know companionship, even platonic ones, in such a long time it was like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. Maybe not all the weight, but it was lighter and it felt good to breathe with a little less paranoia pushing you down.

You jiggled the keys into your lock but stopped, turning ever so slightly to look at your neighbor's door. It was a gawdy yellow with a plaquard of gold painted numbers reading "2D" decorating it. The paint on the numbers and the door was chipped in places and faded from natural weathering. You didn't see any shadows in the window and the light wasn't on. It wasn't surprising since the sun was still, technically, out. 

It was sunset, the sky lit up by a golden-amber glow that slowly sunk into the royal purple of the evening as it met the horizon. Night would fall soon.

You weren't sure what compelled you, maybe the giddy feeling that came from making new friends, or from having a really good day, but you strolled over to the door and stared at it, feet placed only a few inches away. Looking down at the bags in your hand, you placed one of them against the wall next to the door and sighed.

Nerves were starting to eat at you and you looked at your apartment door that was about ten feet away, then back to 2D's. Sucking in a deep breath for strength, you gathered your bravery and knocked on the door three times before booking it to your door: 2C. 

Slamming your door behind you, you kept the lights off and took deep gulping breaths. That was the fastest you'd ever run in your life, you're sure of it.

You slunk to the floor, splaying your legs out in front of you as you caught your breath, thumping your head back against the wood of your own gawdy yellow door. You shut your eyes.

You don't know why in the fuck you decided to dong-dong-ditch some cookies for your cryptid neighbor. 

Maybe it was because you had developed a weird relationship with them in your head: mysterious being that occupies the shitty motel-esque apartment next to you that may know your struggles because they keep the same weird hours you do. You had put too much thought into them and they became a being you considered a friend in the fantasy of your mind. 

You wanted to include them in the block party.

You had sat there for a good ten minutes, breath caught, and you didn't quite know what to do with yourself now. You didn't want to go to sleep–no matter how fucking tired you were from staying awake during the day–but you were at an impasse of not knowing where to go or what to do. 

And that's when you heard it.

"Shave And A Hair Cut".

The smile that spread across your face pushed the apples of your cheeks up so high you could see the tops of them in your vision. You laughed softly, bringing your hand up to the wall and replying.

"Two Bits".

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[with-love-from-hell]

Ashes

Written for Gn!mc

Genre: hurt/comfort

Pairing: Lucifer x Mc

Cw: depression implication, self-loathing

A/n: I wrote this at 4am when I couldn't sleep and was in my feelings.

"Darling, what seems to be troubling you?" Lucifer sighs, easing himself down on the bed by your feet. He caresses your calf, running his thumb along the muscle. The movement was intentional enough that you could feel it through the weight of your duvet, but gentle enough that it felt like a mere tickle.

"I'm fine." The lie slipped through your teeth easily. Anyone else would have left you too your swarm of negative thoughts and emotions, passing off the dismissive lie as you just being fatigued or in need of some alone time...but Lucifer knew you better than anyone else. What's more, he's someone you found difficult to lie to.

Lucifer sighed, squeezing your calf through the blanket. "Come now, Mc. You needn't hide things from me."

You bite your lip, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill past your eyelids. What could you even say? You couldn't exactly pinpoint the thing that had put you in a dour mood. The whole day seemed to weigh on you like an anvil, each mild inconvenience or small stress seeming to cause the weight to grow heavier and heavier until you could no longer carry it. Lucifer was a logical man- a man of reason. If you were to tell him that you didn't know what had you so down, you could just imagine the annoyed response he'd give. Sure, he loved you. You knew that. But he only had so much time, energy, and patience to give. If you didn't have anything to offer as a reason for your suffering, then you weren't worthy of the effort it took to console you.

"...Mc." Lucifer repeated your name, but the normal stern tone his voice would take when his brothers didn't respond to their name being called wasn't there. It was soft, laced only with concern and a desire to sooth.

"I...I dont know..." You glance to him uneasily as the tears slipped past your eyes. You close them, not wanting to look him in the eyes as you began to cry, feeling shameful for not having the words to explain your emotions, and for burdening the busy demon with your problems.

In an instant, Lucifer gathered you in his arms. He situated you in his lap so that he could cradle you close to his chest, letting your tears freely stain his freshly pressed suit. His thumb circled the center of your back, tracing the bumpy parts of your spine that stoof out slightly from the rest of your skin.

Your breaths caught in your throat as you tried to stop yourself from sobbing, but it only made the tears fall harder. You cursed yourself, not liking that you looked so pitiful in front of the Avatar of Pride. He surely must think you're a fool.

Squeezing your eyes shut tighter, you clung to him, scolding yourself for being such a mess. Your thoughts were mean- some down right abusive- as you chastised your inability to save face, and questioning your worth to the man who always sacrificed so much for you- and for what? So you can have a breakdown in his arms; blubbering incoherently because you can't place why you're just so fucking sad.

"I'm...I'm sorry..." your voice cracks as you mutter out the words into his chest. "I'm sorry..."

"It's alright, there's no reason to apologize." He cooed, barely resting his chin atop your head. "We needn't discuss what's causing your heartache right this instant. Take all the time you need."

He contunued rubbing circles into your back, rocking you ever-so gently side-to-side. Its during times like this that he wonders how you would feel if you could read his thoughts. Clearly, your lowly opion of yourself was projected onto him, while he saw you as his entire world. If you were hurting, then he was too. If he could, he would bring all three realms to their knees in order to protect you, and he wanted so desperately for you to believe that. He knew that after going so much of your life feeling nothing but animosity toward yourself would result in this knowledge taking a significant amount of time to seep in...but the desperation he felt in needing you to see what he saw when he looked at you was immense. Just once, he wished he could show you how much you meant to him- and to his family, as well. And he internally cursed the individual or individuals who made you believe you were worthless.

He took a shallow breath, humming contently as he gripped you tighter. For now, he needed to push that aside. What mattered now was that you needed him, no matter the reason. And when you needed him, he was there.

Always.

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[sarahs-secrets2]

Tread Carefully (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+ ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

Am I switching to my gif era omg (I literally don't know what I'm doing how does this work)

I genuinely am so tired, like its so bad, I wanted to put something out tonight for yall tho so enjoy this, the long-awaited pt 2 will be out tomorrow (pls don't hate me I can't even type properly I am so tired, writing this was a battle loll), the sleep delusions wrote this so bare with me, pls lmk if there are typos

Based on Tread Carefully by SZA

gn! (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 620

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, sexual tension, swearing, slight NSFW, adult themes, pet names (if I forgot something pls lmk)

₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗

Falling for Phillip Graves was a slippery slope, one second he shoots you a wink, and the next you end up tangled in his sheets asking yourself how you got here. The early morning crept through his room as you attempted to hide from the streaks of sun bouncing off the walls. Lightly pulling the blanket off you were about to sneak out of bed. Before you got a chance a strong arm reached around your waist pulling you back in. 

“Too early doll, stay here with me”, Phillip whispered as he placed a small kiss on your neck. 

“I have things to do today, I can't be here all day,” you protested, however, you reluctantly let the commander continue to shower you with kisses.

“Shhh, go back to sleep”, he muttered in between kisses, his eyes remaining closed. It was hard to say no to the handsome man next to you as you laid back down, thinking of how you ended up here. 

It had become customary to go out to the bar with the Shadows after a mission, a way to unwind. Graves rarely joined, as much as he loved his liquor, he spent most of his time preparing for the next mission. This time he finally decided to join the company out at the shitty dive bar. Maybe it was just a coincidence but in the weeks prior you and the commander had been sharing more looks and flirtatious jabs than usual, and now here he was paying for your drink. 

Something about Phillip had always pulled you in, he was quite charming or cocky, whatever it was, it was attractive. He oozed confidence and it made it all the easier to fall for him. 

“You did good today, you deserve it”, Graves handed you the drink he had just paid for, as he smiled.

“Couldn't have done it without you though” you smiled back as you slightly raised your glass to “cheers” with his. He stepped towards you, closing the small space between the both of you. Having Phillip Graves this close wasn't something you were used to, his hand crept down to stroke your arm as he went on about the day's events. His voice was muffled in your ears as you were too focused on the fiery touch on your arm. 

“Hello? Ya there?” he waved his drink in front of your face trying to get your attention back to the conversation at hand. 

Your voice now caught in your throat, letting out a small cough in an attempt to gain your composure, “Yeah, sorry, just distracted”,

“Bout what?” he inquired, “Music too loud in here? Too crowded? What is it?” as he went on his hand moved from your arm to your waist pulling you closer so you could hear him clearly. 

“You, you’re distracting me” looking up at him finally

“Me?” he smirked “Whaddya mean darlin’”

“I think you’re well aware of what you're doing here Phillip,” you slightly nodded at him as you took a sip of your drink

“And what would be wrong with that?” he tested the waters to see where you were at, “I think we both know what we want here” 

“Tread carefully Commander” 

“You first sweetheart” he chuckled as he shot a wink your way. 

Your idea of “treading carefully” has resulted in ending up somehow making out in the back of a cab, which then led to being in Phillip’s room. A sense of urgency rose between the two of you fighting for dominance, neither of you willing to be the first to give it up. Graves finally relinquished his power allowing you to tread carefully until you were on top of him.

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It's 4am when I'm posting this and I'm going to sleep till noon, see you all then

#Spotify #phillip graves #phillip graves cod #phillip graves x reader #philip graves x reader #warren kole #cod mw2

[godspeedmajortom]

A personal reflection on Day 1 of Disco Elysium that I want to get out of my drafts...

I was crying by the end of the first in-game night in Disco Elysium. For a couple of reasons, the main one being that the order I did things on Day 1 made for a real emotional build up that needed an outlet.

I faffed about Martinaise most of the first day because I was scared of the Endurance check to get close to the body. It was late afternoon by the time I actually attempted it, failed twice, and needed to take an hour to get my shit together. By the time I finished the autopsy and stashed the body in the fridge for later inspection, it was pretty late at night.

So Kim and I went to Bird's Nest Roy's to pawn Kim's spinners so I wouldn't have to sleep in the trash. Already feeling guilty about that, I learned how Harry had pawned his gun because he was afraid he might kill himself with it. While I knew Harry had been waving his gun around the Whirling-in-Rags, I thought that had been a mean joke more than a serious threat. Selling his gun indicated how consciously, dangerously suicidal Harry had been.

Kim and I went back to the Whirling to debrief, and he explained the "pissing contest." Kim thought that Precinct 41 sending Harry was a genuine attempt to win the competition as opposed to how the game trailers frame it: "Precinct 57 sent their best. Precinct 41 sent... you." I didn't really believe Kim, until I went back to my room and read Harry's case files. And it turns out, yeah, Harry was oddly successful at his job. (I hesitate to say he was "good" at being a cop, because in no world should breaking a man's kneecaps and crippling him for life be considered a job well done. But, uh, he didn't get fired and it did "solve" the case.) Harry had colleagues who respected him. He wasn't a complete loss.

Then I opened the compartment and took out the note. Went out to the balcony, just like the city told me, except I held onto it and read it even after she told me to let it go. (Always listen to La Revacholiere.) Dora's note broke me. It took me a while to fully realize why (I wrote notes like that once upon a time), but at the time what struck me was that Harry had been loved. He was lovable. At some point in his life, someone had loved him so heart-achingly much, and he kept that reminder with him even though he'd fallen so far from that time. I started crying reading the note. When Harry passed out after finishing it, I thought I hit a game over and died.

But no, Kim found me (I must have woken him up, it was 2am in game at this point [close to 4am IRL]) and made me drink some water before going to bed. When I did go to sleep after that whole evening, Harry dreamed of the bloated corpse of a drunk, a vision of his past, present, and future. And I was crying again.

It wasn't just seeing his body strung up on the tree emanating disco light, though that image itself shook me. The Ancient Reptilian Brain informed me that Dora left while Harry just kept drinking. And I thought, if someone told me a story about a woman who left her abusive, alcoholic partner, I wouldn't be sad at all. She would be completely within her rights, and he would have to deal with the fallout of his actions. But encountering the story this way – from the perspective of an amnesiac discovering his history as someone who was loved and respected being driven to absolutely obliterating himself – I couldn't help but cry.

#disco elysium #disco elysium spoilers #disco elucidations

[wastemanjohn]

happy dadfucker friday! when did john realize he was fucked and couldn't deny his attraction to dean/deanna any longer?

Happy dadfucker Wednesday friend!

I got really carried away and wrote out an extended headcanon but the answer is in there somewhere! Lol

It starts with John picking up on a few things here and there. Things like Deanna's voice really starting to sound like Mary's. Her sound of bliss when eating bacon - that has Mary written all over it.

The same eyes. Same wit. Same mouth.

Stuff like that at first. Stuff that rubs up against the wound of Mary's absence, but soothes it at the same time. Mary living on in her daughter; that old cliche. It's comforting. A good thing more often than a bad one. John likes being close to it.

But it's not just that. There are other things John is starting to notice. Things he - likes a lot less.

He doesn't like it when Deanna starts wearing midriff-baring tops and making eyes at boys. He doesn't like his suspicions that Sammy spends some nights fending for himself while Deanna goes out on dates, to bars, to movies; to backseats, to shady areas of parks, to sweaty teenage boy bedrooms while parents are at work. He hates that pink lipstick she keeps putting on, even when she's hunting. And John knows he can't keep his little girl close forever; she was always going to grow up at some point, get curious. But no father ever truly accepts that kind of thing, right? All fathers lose sleep worrying about stuff like that. Getting kind of angry about it; nursing this bitter anxiety about it, still awake at 4am another night. It's the circle of life.

Also, Deanna can't be getting distracted like that. She's got to focus on work. On hunting. On getting justice for her mother. On helping John.

And Deanna can't lose that focus; so John decides to deal with it. He tells Deanna no more lipstick. No more boys. And cover up, for Christ's sake, you look like a streetwalker. And Deanna eyes the floor with a quiet yes, sir; and John knows he's gotten through when he hears her crying later that night. Lights out, everyone in bed, where she thinks it's safe; but John still isn't sleeping well. Listening to her quiet sobs is heartbreaking; but it's for her own good. Cruel to be kind. Clichés, clichés.

They spend more time together after that.

John takes Deanna on more hunts. She's more proficient with a knife than he ever gave her credit for, she's sharp and quick on the uptake, she falls into any bait role like a professional actor; she's getting really good. John is proud of her. This, he thinks - this is a much better use of her time.

There are other things John's been noticing, too. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation. Maybe it's the way they haven't stopped for breath for months now, going from town to town, job to job; maybe it's their constant proximity, living out of one duffel, one room, the car when things are tight; but god, does John notice them.

Deanna is nineteen now. She's grown into her face, it's delicate and pretty, and her wild blonde hair is getting very long. She has this way of licking her lips between sips of beer, scotch, sugary soda, making them shiny, plumping them up. There's this sway to her hips when she walks, somewhere between cocky and oblivious; kind of thing that'd draw any man's eye, really. She covers up now, modest in denim and plaid; but John catches the odd glimpse of cleavage when she leans across a library desk to hand him something, or the swell of her little ass when she bends down to pack up their stuff. Her hair smells like coconut, her body spray like vanilla, and those scents get into everything; they rise like heat from concrete on those long summer drives, until John has to wind down every window to let it out, because its sweet and sensual, it's all he can focus on; and all he can think about is how Deanna's vanilla-spritzed throat would taste.

John's lonely. He must be very, very lonely.

He gets on with it. They take out a ghoul in Arizona, a wraith in Missouri, a wendigo in Iowa. John takes himself out here and there, gets wicked drunk, and fucks any young chick with a sailor's mouth and big boots who will let him. It doesn't help much.

He has a short fuse. The weather's too hot. He still can't fucking sleep properly.

No, he can't sleep a damn wink; and he's wide awake when Deanna climbs into bed with him one night. She had a nightmare. She won't admit it, but John heard her thrashing in her sheets while she whimpered and called for her mother.

He lays with her back to her and keeps still, pretending to be out cold. Spares Deanna the embarrassment of acknowledging that she's scared and needs her Daddy; he focuses on his breaths. His heartbeat. On anything but that coconut smell; the delicate weight of Deanna's body on the mattress. Picturing her under the sheets in the blue cami and shorts she wears to bed, showing John her smooth creamy shoulders, her pretty legs, lily white from being covered up all the time. He's hard. He keeps getting hard.

Deanna fidgets in her sleep. She spreads out, takes up a lot of space. By the time the sun comes up, her legs are tangled up in John's. John doesn't know how that happens, but he doesn't wake her.

The next few nights, Deanna doesn't have any more bad dreams. But she does keep getting into John's bed.

And John keeps playing dead. Focuses on his heartbeat, his breathing. Deanna's foot is soft on the back of his calve. Her hair creeps onto his pillow. Sometimes he's not entirely sure if she's asleep, either.

They finish the job; vengeful spirit. The coffin stinks when they wrench it open. Smell worsens when the bones go up in flames; bjt the job is done, for all intents and purposes, and they're both in need a drink after that. They sit on the hood of John's truck outside the cemetery, passing a bottle of scotch back and forth. Deanna leaves the seal wet.

John notices that. He notices the way her fingers linger-brush over his as they pass that bottle; how pretty her hair, her eyelashes, look in the moonlight.

John notices the way she holds his gaze and smiles. Sits real close to him, her thigh pressed against his. Again, John doesn't move away.

He gets behind the wheel a little drunk, and they go back to the motel.

John finally sleeps that night. Aging body tired from the hunt, the scotch acting as a nice sedative. He sleeps pretty deeply, for a while. Headache coming to life in his temples when he opens his eyes; it's still dark. Someone's touching him.

His shot, half-asleep reflexes send his hand creeping towards the pistol beneath his pillow. It freezes in front of his face.

There's that leg tangled up in his; the soft material of that blue cami pressed against John's bare back. There are slick sounds, erratic rhythms; Deanna's breaths shuddering loud and hot on the nape of John's neck. He can feel the whisper of her hand moving between her legs. She sounds very, very close.

And, whether Deanna thinks John is sleeping or not - it feels like an invitation. Here, in the dark, in the quiet - well. John is getting damn sick of playing dead.

Maybe he knew he'd snap eventually. But he didn't expect it to happen quite like this. He wonders if he's surprised. It should be worrying, that he can't tell.

Those slick sounds get more frantic. John waits, until Deanna is rigid, gasping. She sounds like her mother when she comes.

It's that thought that has him rolling over. And when Deanna startles, he hushes her by tangling a hand in that coconut-scented hair; kisses those plump wet lips like he's starved, catches whatever she says, if it's shock, or even protest, he doesn't want, need to know; he pins her head to the pillow with that kiss as he tugs her hand out of her panties. Her cunt is young and snug, tight, real, real, tight, to the point of resistance- and relax, John whispers, like a chant, you need to relax, fuck, she's so, so wet; John comes before he's even fully inside, and Deanna digs her thighs into his hips, hard, until it hurts. She lets out a quivering sob against his mouth. Her hands tremble against his chest; she huffs out a whimper of Daddy, as John collapses against her. He catches his breath. It's like - it's heaven. Nirvana. Clichés, more cliches. Just, there have never been suitable words for Deanna, and the things she makes John feel.

And when John flicks on the light on the nightstand - he notices Deanna's wide eyes. The gathering of tears on her lashes, the quiver in her lips. The blood between on the sheets between her legs.

John almost panics. Until he realizes.

There was a reason her cunt had felt so tight. A reason that had nothing to do with tension.

I-I waited for you, Deanna whispers, her gaze following John's. It seemed - I thought it was what you wanted.

And John can't argue with that, because his little girl knows him better than he knows himself sometimes; and he pulls her up until she's sitting in his lap and he kisses her with his heart and his soul and his teeth, until Deanna's clawing at his chest and he can taste that same blood on his tongue; his head spins. He feels exhilarated. He feels at peace.

#asks #johndeanna #dadfucker Friday via Wednesday

[that-lame-ghoul9000]

An Impromptu Sleepover with my Best Friend- Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: When you get awoken in the middle of the night to your best friend, what could go wrong?

Word Count: 1.2k

TW: its fluffy cause we all need that right now. But it has potential to go elsewhere. General mutual pining. Best friends being best friends. Couple pet names tossed in there. No use of (Y/n) in this one. I've not edited. I wrote this at 4am so enjoy that mess.

You lay there peacefully in your bed. In that half awake but more half asleep realm. Which is why you never heard your window being lifted higher. It's why you never heard the person climbing in. And why you didn't realize till the last second that someone was now half framing your body. Hands on either side of your head. As your eyes shot open and you about screamed, a hand comes over your mouth.

"Hey, hey its just me. Shh" He laughs quietly. "Couldn't sleep so I decided to see if my #1 Sweetheart wanted to go on an adventure." He smiled

His face was just inches from yours. Noses almost touching. As you stared into his eyes. The initial shock wearing off and general annoyance setting in. You turned your head to the side to see what time it was. But his thick long hair was in the way.

Rolling your eyes you pull his hand off your face and gently push him back. So you can get a good look at the clock. Rubbing your eyes you looked.

2:34AM

It flashed in bright red numbers.

"Munson I was on an adventure. Or halfway to one. Why are you even awake?"

"Couldn't sleep. I might be a free man now. But that doesn't mean I don't still want out of this town. And i remember promising you an adventure." He slyly smiled at you from across your room. You rolled your eyes and smiled recalling his promise that if you both made it out alive you'd get to the first rest stop you could find with a map of all 50 states, close your eyes. And randomly pick one.

He's going through your things in full detail now. A few weeks ago it was just rushed throwing items about to find specific things important to the tasks you all had at hand. Now he had the time to actually inspect his best friends room. The soft green walls adorned with drawings and pictures of you with your friends. The dresser you'd painted white covered in thumb prints you cleverly turned some into bees and others into lady bugs was one thing he found especially cute. Covered in your makeup, the things that made you, smell like you, and all the mixed tapes he made you to show you what 'real' music was. Clothes in the corner from earlier in the day half hazardly thrown there. He found himself rifling through your records smiling remembering the ones he gave you for your birthday and seeing they were the ones that looked most used.

He hadn't even heard or noticed when you got out of bed. Or when you walked over to him. But when he looked over to you he smiled.

"Eddie we can go on an adventure in the morning. But until then," you're standing in front of him slowly walking him backwards until his legs hit your bed. "the only adventure WE are going on is the inside of our eyelids." You say lightly pushing his chest till he falls to a sitting position.

Stunned doesn't begin to describe how he feels about what just happened. Nope. He found that action down right hot. He sits there slightly unable to compose himself. As you walk across the room to lock your door. Your parents aren't home. Shouldn't be home till Monday. But just in case. You don't want them coming home and finding a boy in your bed.

"Shoes off preferably. But whatever you gotta do to be comfortable to sleep Tarp Boy." You joked trying to make light of past events. He stands back up to remove his shoes. Odd. He's so odd. You giggle.

"Something funny Princess?" He looks up at you.

"Who stands up. To take their shoes off you weirdo." You laugh.

"Uh me. Got a problem with it? If you're not careful I might just come shove your nose in my shoe." He grinned.

"You wouldn't dare, Eddie Munson." You narrowed your eyes at him.

You missed this. This made you happy. The joking. Eddie being himself. You being able to be 100% yourself with him. Even after the whole town tried to Salem his ass.

You're snapped out of your thought to your best friend lunging at you. Shoe in hand with a boyish smile on his face. It's not a big room by any means. So it's not hard to catch you.

"Take it back. I may be the town freak, but I'm no weirdo." He laughs as he has you pinned to the door, dangling his shoe just inches away.

You're a giggling mess. Unable to form any words. He inches the shoe closer.

"Say it. Or suffer the consequences."

"A normal person wouldn't be threatening hazardous chemical warfare on their friend, but a weirdo would." You said between laughs. "And here you are. Pinning me to my door. With your impending doom of a shoe looming near me. Weirdo."

He drops his shoe. As he rests his head against yours. Both laughing.

It slowly comes to a stop as you both realize just how close you are to one another. You just stare into his eyes. As he returns the same stare. And you swear for a minute he looked down to your mouth and back up. You swear he looks like he's about to kiss you. Or maybe you were about to kiss him. But in that moment he clears his throat and smirks.

Your eyes go wide as he lifts you up, putting you over his shoulder as he walks over to your bed.

"Edward Munson you put me down this second." You say smacking his shoulder.

He chuckles.

"As you wish." He tossed you lightly onto your bed as he has a huge grin on his face. "We can call this our Practice Adventure. Journey to the inside of our eyelids." He jests. Dropping his jacket and vest. He's walks forward a bit so one of his legs is between yours. You lean up on your elbows as you begin to say,

"And were, good sir, will be be Practice Adventuring to tonight?"

He leans down l, hands on either side of you. His leg adding subtle pressure to your core. But enough to make you inhale just a bit realizing exactly how you were feeling about him, how you've always felt about him. Causing him to smirk.

"Well Sweetheart that's totally up to you." He says inching closer. This time his shift between your eyes and mouth is blatantly obvious.

"Read the room, Munson." You retort sitting up more to meet him in the middle.

"Oh I have. I've just been waiting for you to catch up." He says finally crashing his lips onto yours in what felt like the most epicly amazing passionate kiss on the planet.

When you both come up for air. You're both smiling like idiots. He's the first to talk.

"I wanted to do that for years."

You both laugh.

"And I'd like you to keep doing that. On a regular basis." You add back.

"I think I'd like that a lot. Now Practice Adventure?" He said climbing under your covers.

"Practice Adventure" you nod. Climbing in next to him. Resting your head on his chest.

Here's to impromptu sleep overs with your best friend.

[standfortheangels]

Morning and nightly rituals: you and raph!

Send one for the Mun and Muse to have a conversation comparing...

(Okay, so again I'm going to be doing this like self-insert style. I'm this one veering slightly further from my reality bc there aren't many opportunities someone as quiet as me would wind up talking to Raph. Also the way I led the first one off from the explanation meant I wound up doing it in first person, so I've done the same here for consistency's sake)

- - -

"UghhhhhHH we're still not cleared??"

"You think it was even smoke?"

"It's okay, sweetie, we'll be back inside soon."

"What is Taking so long?"

"If this is a prank and we've been stood out in the cold over it I'm going to be so mad. I swear, I will Kill whoever did this if this is a prank."

I glance over my shoulder looking for the source of that last voice.

"Not with those arms."

It's the man standing to my left I look at next. He, like me now, turns back to face front, an expression somewhere between tired and... smug? Difficult to say for sure out here; The street lights were terrible in this part of town. I glance back- it had been an odd thing to hear the man mumble to himself, but he was right. That girl's arms were practically noodles- and not the thick egg noodles. Although, this was America, so...

"Maybe she has a gun." I reply, not really thinking, and his gaze turns to me. God this man has the icy stare down pat. "Just saying..." I add with much less confidence. I don't look directly at him until I see his head turn back again.

He had on the most wrinkled, scruffy grey shirt on, sweatpants, and bare feet. 'Jesus his feet must be cold' I thought to myself. I mean, I could judge my own sleepwear- my pyjama bottoms have pineapples all over them for god's sake. But at least I managed to throw my warm little boot-slippers on. And not... What he apparently took the time to carry out under his arm.

"Why do you have a pillow?" I ask, perhaps unwisely. This time, he doesn't even look at me. Just gruffly replies, "for sleeping."

"Out here, I mean. Why did you bring it outside?"

"I don't have to answer to you." Now I get an even sharper stare from him. This guy is kind of intense.

"Okay," I sort of squeal out. Gotta pull my voice back down. "Little defensive over a question.. We all do slightly odd things when we're half asleep, I guess."

He sort of gives off this, half-groan, half-sigh and says, "I wasn't."

"What?"

"There's awake, and there's asleep. There's no such thing as half."

"Oh I beg to differ." I turn away a little, eyes off anywhere but him, but keep talking anyways. "I wind up there all the time. Like, when I first wake up in the mornings- I keep notes, so if I wake up at like, 4am, I want to write that down, and I try. But then when I wake up for real- I remember what I wrote, but I look at it and it's just gibberish. It's like, I gave my hand the right instructions, it couldn't do it, and my brain believes it when it goes 'yeah we So wrote that thing, don't even worry about it!'" .... "'cus I was half asleep still."

There's a second or so of silence, then, the man speaks. A little quieter than before. "Why do you write down when you wake up?" Aha! There's something other than contempt on his face now- confusion! A chink in the armour! I fight the urge to smile a little and instead focus on his question.

"I have this..." ah shit, I hate explaining all this crap to strangers. How do I do this... "It started as a pacing thing when I got sick a few years back. You're s'posed to write down everything you do, then figure out how much energy it all took so you can kinda plan your day out better, space out the high-demand activities. And it became a habit. I write down everything I do. Like-" I pull out my phone from the pocket of my fluffy, hooded dressing-gown, and point the screen at him. "See?" and bring it back so I can see it again. "Right now it says 'standing in the cold because the fire alarm went off, why does it connect to the whole building, I want to sleep.'" I hear a tiny sound that might have meant amusement.. or a sniff. "But before that I've noted when I started and stopped watching YouTube, what time I went to bed, then when I started and stopped playing a game... And now, this."

"In that order?" Good, he still looks confused.

"Yeah. I can't sleep right away, unless I'm like, really Really Reeaally tired. So I just, write messages or, put a little phone game on like, bitlife or something, or I get my switch out. And then, once I'm starting to fall asleep, I put it away, lay down and, I'm off."

"So the whole, screens before bed thing..."

"Utter crap." I respond. Then, backtrack. "I mean, it's probably good advice for most people, but, I find it way easier to fall asleep if I have something like that to do."

"I knew it." The man sort of half mumbles, half whispers, and then, "HEAR THAT?" He yells off to the side. "YOUR SLEEP GUIDES ARE CRAP, JAKE!" I stand there, eyes wide (at least, for me), sort of slightly leaning away from him. Oops. What have I gotten myself in the middle of? "That's my roommate. He's An Ass." he says slightly louder, but thankfully not yelling again. "I haven't been great sleep-wise, so this ass decides to Creep into my room, and steal the lightbulb from my lamp, because ApPaReNtLy it's bad for me to have a light on or to Read in bed. It doesn't make a damned difference, but now, I've gotta go buy a lightbulb tomorrow."

"Ah." It goes quiet again.. there's a lot there I could reply to. "He Does sound like an arse." I settle on. "Even if it IS bad for you, he shouldn't be taking your stuff."

"Thank you!!" He shouts again, leaning around behind me a little. "SHE gets it, Jake! Quit taking my crap!"

"I have a Child here you know" a woman somewhere behind us pipes up, prompting a "Great, you can butt out together." from the grouchy man. This time, I can't not snigger, though I try to stifle any sound. True, swearing in front of kids probably isn't really 'okay'.. but that was funny. Thank god she can't see my face.

"Sounds like you need a lock on the door." I continue casually.

"Eh.. Locks mean keys, and keys mean one more thing I gotta do before I can sleep or get to work."

"Well, yeah, but it would keep him out."

"Nah. It's hard enough to drag myself from one to the other as it is. And coffee does Not help, I don't care what anyone says. That crap is not a good start. Getting to cook a little breakfast, maybe."

I chuckle a little. The idea that Doing Things would make a morning start easier is an alien one to me, but mostly, the way he talks about coffee is amusing. That little crinkle in his nose as if he can smell it right now.

"Besides", he continues, "Every time he takes something outta my room, I get to take somethin from his." With something that looks like glee in his eyes, the man lifts the pillow under his arm just enough for me to see, and briefly raises his eyebrows. No, no way. I lean forward slightly, raising my own brows and getting a little smug smile in return. "Well. I think he's going to notice that at least~"

"That's the plan."

The people at the edge of our little crowd begin to shift, and the rest try to peek around. "It's okay, all clear!"

"False alarm, folks!"

"Oh thank god." I breathe a sigh of relief. "I need to be asleep so bad right now." As we too start taking steps back toward the lobby, and finally into the warm, I look up at the man beside me. "Well, it was nice meeting you. I hope your roommate learns his lesson this time~"

He gets one foot on the stairs inside and shrugs. "That'd be a first." He heads up the stairs, and as he and the stolen pillow turn the corner, I smile to myself and roll my eyes, reaching for the key in my pocket.

There were some interesting people living here.

- - -

Mike's Vs Mun's Hobbies

#aaaand here's the second! #i haven't made much headway on the others yet #it's harder to think of how i would wind up talking to them #but I'll get there #i also thought it'd be maybe a good idea to start linking sets of memes together like that #so if there winds up being a big gap between my replies they're still all in one place #also also #it feels so unnatural to write in first person for this stuff #why did i choose this #x') #asimplerper #rp stuff #raph thomas #the funny part is when he says the bulb doesn't make a difference #he doesn't mean it the way it sounds #he has demonic night vision. he can still read in the dark no problem #x) #it's just that if he stops turning the lamp on right now #he either has to raise suspicion by saying he can see in the dark #or tell jake he stopped reading. meaning jake Won #by stealing from raph's room no less! #no way will raph allow that #so he's got to get a bulb just to turn the lamp on to make a point with it #lol #long post

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. honey nut cheerio lady robin hood who likes christmas but is allergic to the pine tree lefty eyebag 😌

I fell asleep but then woke up, saw your answers and fell back asleep 😅 I was going to respond but I couldn't keep my eyes open and I would have probably typed some gibberish.

Hope you slept well. Doing anything fun today? Or just finishing up little stuff before you guys leave for the airport?

So when you do that, does it ever creep your customers out when you guess their order correctly? Also, the thing about guessing the voices from animation or movies, that's amazing. I could never even guess or be close to who it is if I did guess.

I'm the same way with names and numbers. I try to guess the name and it's always far off 😅 then numbers always get jumbled.

Ah I see. What's the most words you have written in just an hour? Also, have you ever finished writing a fic then reread it after and scrap the whole thing?

I'm the same way with reading fics with a lot of kinks. I think I just read the fic, but then once I see something disturbing to me, I stop. I try to push myself to see if I can handle reading it, but then it actually weirds me out so I can't continue 😅

I think my answer is the same as yours. Especially the bdsm with pain, or if it has blood and other bodily functions..no no for me. And is pet play like beastiality? Sorry I don't think I know that.

I did not expect the naenae song 🤣 do you do the dance too?? Hahaha

For me:

1. Dynamite by BTS

2. Secret Love Song by Little Mix

3. Any country songs lol

Name 3 songs that remind you of your crush.

- CuriousGeorge

Hello hello youngins righty eyebag! 😅

I wanna see what kind of giberish u type if u reply mr when u r sleepy.lol.

How r u? N how was ur day? R u feeling better emotionally?

I didnt sleep well last night. Stayed up until like past 2.am. i got a little panic attack becausr i overthought if i forget something or if i pack too much.

We got to the hotel around 4pm. N im just chillin now.

The hotel is nice.. was thinking to sleep early tonight because we gotta wake up at 4am to go to the airport but the room has a separated room like a living room with desk n chair with tv also, so it is so tempting to stay up late n write. 😅 but i think i should sleep early..but im not sure.lol.

Haha no. They actually love it.. but i did kinda shocked one customer though because i started the talk in a wrong way but then she laughed about it. It was when i was in new orleans walk at night n i was kinda drunk. N i recognize too. N my drunk ass talked to her n say "excuse me, u live in ...(city name) right?" 😅

N her drunk face was like "wtf" n she said yeah.. n i was like "oh no dont worry, im sorry..i work at (sushi restaurant name) n i serve ur table pretty often." Then i start mention her regular orders n then she recognize me.🤣🤣🤣 n she laughed. Then we walked the bourbon street together drunk. 🤣

About recognize actors / actress voice in animation movie, sometimes i got it right sometimes i dont.😅🤣

Yeah numbers n names r hard to remember.

I never pay attention how much i write in an hour. Mostly 1 fic i wrote at least between 4-6K words but the most in one fic i think it's like 12K but i end up splitting them to few parts. If The Monsters Within a whole one fic it will be the longest i hv written because over 18K words n still counting. 😊

Yeah i have done that, but not scraping the wholr thing though, i scrapped almost half of it.. one time i wrote quite a lot, ideas flowed n stuff..i wrote it on google doc n it was on offline mode because i was on a flight. But when i finally connect it to internet, the part that wrote was not saved n gone.. i wanted to cry. I think it was the dark wanda fic "I Love You Too Much" i dont know if u have read that but yeah i had to write all over again.

Haha yeah im like that too. It was an age play fic, i tried to be open minded about it but i stopped in the middle because i couldnt read it.

Petplay is a kink where one of them act like a pet such as puppy,or kitten or bunny. I dont mind reading light pet play but not too much. Im not good at explaining this but i guess u can google it. 😊

Haha yeah sometimes i do the nae nae song but only when im drunk. 😅 im not a good dancer n too shy for that. But when im drunk im a different person.😅🤣

Ah okay.. i will check those songs.. u dont like country song? I think pop country r very nice to listen to, for me. 😊

Song that reminds me of H? Hmm...

1. Gorgeous by Ash (the one that inspired me smut idea with Natasha. 😊

2. Con La Brisa by Foudeqush

3. Gooey Rework by Glass Animals. 😁

What about u?

Also i think u asked something about pt. 4. I dont remember if i have answered it or not. Can u remind me again? Im too lazy to scroll to my answers right now. Sorry. 😁😆

Next question?

Cheerio! (Not the cereal one)

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon answered #curious george anon

[straight-to-the-pain]

Okay this might be a weird request but would you be able to write question 7 off that prompt list as grumpy caretaker John saying it to Sam after they maybe take something too far? Personally I thought it could be a visit to Maia that got a bit out of hand for Sam’s safety without them realizing, but you do whatever is most realistic for your characters :)

I’m sorry I didn’t quite fill the prompt (even though I think it would definitely happen, because Sam can only hide what they do for so long) but I did write something close to it, so I hope this fulfils what you wanted, at least partially. The prompt was “After that stunt you pulled?” from a list by @cynicalwhump.

There's a knock at the door, then another, and only then does it finally open. John stands in the doorway, holding a bag in front of him, like an offering.

"May I come in?" he asks with a smile, polite as always.

"Sure, yeah," comes the reply. Sam blinks up at him with a surprised sort of expression on their face, like they had forgotten that the world existed beyond their tiny flat. "What uh, what time is it?" they ask, brushing stray curls out of their eyes.

"It's ten. In the evening," John replies, as if the darkening sky outside leaves any room for questions. "I've been trying to get in touch all evening. I made dinner. Didn't have anyone to share it with." He steps inside, heading towards the kitchen. It's empty, predictably.

"Sorry. I got,, caught up." Sam looks down at the floor, not quite meeting John's eye. "Nothing bad," they add, a little too quickly, before their friend can fill in the gaps with anything too unsavoury. "I was just making a model, that's all. Lost track of time."

John looks them up and down, checking for anything that would say otherwise, but if the marks are there, they're well hidden. All he sees are tiny flecks of paint littering their shirt, and he nods, relieved of some concern. At least they're not bleeding out in an alley. This time.

"Have you eaten?" he asks, eyeing the spotless counters and the lack of dishes in the sink.

"Today? Or in general?" they shoot back at him. It's a good way to avoid answering, he'll give them that. "You don't have to worry so much, you know." 

John lets out a quiet laugh. "After that stunt you pulled?" He shakes his head. "When you don't answer your texts all I can think is that you're in some dark, abandoned corner, slowly bleeding out, and when I find you it'll be too late."

Sam steps a little closer, keeping their head down. They don't meet John's eye and he's used to this, but he knows that this time, they're doing it on purpose. "It was only a couple stitches. I was alright."

"Alright?" John doesn't yell, has never yelled in his life, but his tone is sharp now. His words hold an intensity that's usually hidden from the world, or at least from Sam. "You never stop to consider the risks, do you? Would you even care if one of these days you didn't make it out alive?" 

"It doesn't really matter, does it? One way or another, we don't live forever." Their voice is quiet, and they shrug slightly, as if it could be possible to lighten what they've just been talking about.

John sighs, resting his head in his hands for a moment before he can continue. "I'm saying this as a friend, not as your boss, alright? But I can't be sending you into dangerous situations when I can't trust that you'll be doing all you can to get out of them alive." His eyes are hard and his gaze is firm. Reaching out, he tries to put a hand on Sam's shoulder, but they flinch away from him and he lets them be.

"I would never let any harm come to you. I would never let my actions jeopardise the mission." Their voice is firm and unfeeling. Cold words recited on instinct.

"Listen, it doesn't matter if my rank is higher than yours on some piece of paper. Your life isn't worth less than mine. Your life isn't worth less than anyone else's. So don't go sacrificing yourself for me, alright?" He doesn't wait for a response before continuing. "If anything, I'm in charge, so I protect you."

Sam just stands in front of him, motionless and unblinking. He knows they're listening but he doesn't know if they're taking any of it in.

"Maybe I should just call your sister," he adds with a slight shake of the head. "She's always been better at getting through to you." 

He tries to lighten the mood. "What are you building anyway?" 

"Harrier. And I'm painting now." They smile slightly, thinking about their project and how close they are to finishing. It's taken them most of the weekend, but they're almost done.

"Alright well, there's chilli and rice on the counter, and a little something for tea as well." He reaches his arms out, and this time Sam lets him gently pull them into a tight embrace. "Try not to die, alright?" 

"I'll try," comes the muttered reply. And with that, John leaves, closing the door behind him.

#asks answered #oc: john #oc: sam #whump #comfort #kinda? #it's mostly talking really #I'm sorry there's not much happening #they just needed a good old chat #sam is building an aircraft model btw #in case that wasn't clear sorry #but uh yeah #enjoy! #it's like 4am and I couldn't sleep until I wrote this

[tommiruewrites]

⌜↳ bruises and bubbles ˖⁺⌟

✩ pairing(s) - Cedric Diggory x gryffindor!reader

✩ status - dating

✩ requested? - no

✩ prompt(s) - "are those bruises?!" "it's not a big deal' 'it is a big deal to me." i was also heavily inspired by a fic i read by cloudybarnes :))

✩ summary - you have a terrible day and end up with several mild injuries. your boyfriend, Cedric, becomes worried about you and wants to make sure you are safe and loved.

✩ tw/cw - like one curse word, undressing kinda?? but nothing smutty, kinda angtsy but ends with fluff

✩ word count - 1.1k

✩ a/n - sorry i wrote this in like 30 minutes at 4am and im sleep deprived so it's not amazing but its definitely words !!

you can also read this on ao3

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Today was already turning out to be pretty shitty and it was nowhere near over.

To start off you woke up with a pounding migraine just to find out your alarm stopped working and never went off. So, you had to wince in pain as you ran through the castle. Unfortunately arriving 34 minutes late caused you to lose 10 house points and you had to sit in the blinding classroom trying not to show any signs of your throbbing pain.

Then, at lunch you spilled your drink all over your robes, causing your already annoyed housemates to poke fun at you. You looked around for Cedric but couldn't find him. You didn't have time to change out of your robes because you didn't want to be reprimanded by Wood for being late to Quidditch practice again.

Of course, on your way to practice Malfoy tripped you with his foot causing you to land hands first on the ground and sprain your wrist. The force of your fall also intensified your still lingering migraine. You forced yourself away from Malfoy's cackling since you weren't in the mood for a detention today. Ignoring your aching, you refused to bring yourself to Madame Pomfrey's and carried yourself to the quidditch pitch, still getting scolded by Oliver since the fall had caused you to be late despite your efforts.

Oliver blew the whistle, and everyone took to the air. Everything was going smoothly until you turned to dodge a bludger and your injured wrist gave out, causing you to lose your grip on the broom and fall off. Thankfully you weren't too far off the ground at the time so there were no major injuries, only some bruising on your right hip and shoulder. You still refused to go to Madame Pomfrey's, insisting that you were fine, and finished out the practice.

Once everyone was released, you were so tired that you could barely pick your feet up off the ground. You forced yourself to walk up to your dorm, your only motivation being hitting your mattress and sinking into the pillows. You also hoped to see Cedric, since you hadn't seen him all day. Your body was still pounding, but significantly less than before. Though still enough where you could feel your heartbeat in your head and a throbbing in your wrist.

Instead of going straight to your room, you decide to see if Cedric was in his dorm room yet. You knock on the door and wait for his, "come in", to twist open the knob to his dimly lit room. Cedric looks up from the book he was reading with a small smile, but as he takes in your features his smile quickly vanishes.

"Darling, are you alright?"

He puts his book on the side table and sits up as you approach the bed.

"You look tired."

He was right. You were extremely drained and had the looks to prove it. Your skin was flushed, you had dark circles under your eyes, and your hair was a mess.

You nod your head in agreement and sit next to him, resting your forehead on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around you and begins drawing small shapes on your shoulder.

"I am. I'm exhausted." you practically breathe out

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You sigh and hold back tears of frustration and exhaustion. You can't muster up the energy to talk about it without cracking, so you simply nod your head and hug him tighter.

"Why don't you get changed out of your robes and into some fresh pajamas. I'm sure that would be much more comfortable."

You sit up and smile. You go to grab some pajamas that look comfortable out of one of Cedric's drawers. You find a comfortable pair and begin to change out of your dirty robes. It's not the first time you and Cedric have seen each other undressed so it doesn't faze you. You take off your shirt and skirt in preparation for wearing the warm, cozy pajamas.

"Woah, are those bruises?!"

You look at yourself in the mirror to see giant black and blue bruises adorning your right hip, shoulder, and wrist.

"Did someone do this to you?!"

He stands up but doesn't move from the bed.

"No, no. I just had a small quidditch accident and a little fall, that's all." You assure him as you get closer to where he's standing.

"Do you need to go to the hospital wing?"

"No, no I- ouch!" you wince as Cedric lightly touches the bruise on your hip.

"Sorry." he says, quickly drawing his hand back, "Those look pretty bad, I really think you should get checked out to make sure you didn't break anything."

"I'm fine, I promise." you try to convince him. It didn't seem to be working very well.

If you were being honest probably should go to Madame Pomfrey's since your wrist seemed to be slowly swelling up, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit that.

"Let me have a better look at them."

He leans over to turn on the lamp and you groan and hold your head in pain as your migraine springs back to life at full force.

"Y/n!" He immediately shuts off the light, "Alright, that's it. I'm taking you to see Madame Pomfrey."

"No! I'm fine, it's just a little headache. I don't need to see Madame Pomfrey."

"Stop being so stubborn."

"It's really not a big deal, Ced!"

"It is to me." he says lightly squeezing my hand with his own.

Cedric brushes some hair out of your face and rests his hand on your cheek, which you happily lean into.

"How about this, after we get you checked out and make sure everything's alright, I'll run you a nice warm bubble bath and then you can sleep. How does that sound?"

You smile at the thought of finally getting some rest and nod.

Which is exactly what happened. Madame Pomfrey gave you some awful tasting medicine to help with the pain and swelling then sent you on your way. Cedric made a calming, warm bubble bath and read you some of your favorite mystery novel. By the time he was done reading you had fallen asleep. He picked you up, dried you off and helped you back into the warm pjs. Then he tucked you into bed and curled up next to you, holding you close to his chest and falling asleep to your heartbeat knowing that you were safe.

#harry potter #cedric diggory #cedric x y/n #the golden trio #quidditch #hp fandom #cedric x reader #cedric imagine #oneshot #harry potter blurb #gryffindor #hogwarts #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #slytherin #hogwartsschool #writers #books & libraries #movies #television #actors #dracotok #fanfic #fluff #angst

[peppermintsparker]

10 things | n.fowler

summary in which you catch your boyfriend in bed with your best friend, and you write a list of things you hate about him.

warnings explicit language, cheating, alludes to previous sexy times but nothing actually happens in this fic, nick fowler is a toxic asshole, cheating, alcohol consumption mentioned.

authors note i did nick fowler so DIRTY in this but you know what? my toxic king deserves it. i wrote + proof read this instead of sleeping so i didn't have to panic about missing my 4am alarm :D the song which inspired this fic can be found here

"Hey babe!" you called out as you entered the house, seeing Nick's car in the driveway. It didn't phase you that Nick was at home, sometimes he would drive over to have a quick lunch with you before he returned to work. You were an artist, working from home and earning good money on commissions.

When he didn't respond, you didn't seem phased by this as you vaguely recalled that he was due to to go abroad on a business trip so you supposed that he was in the bedroom packing. Wanting to see him before he left again, you kicked off your sneakers before advancing up the stairs.

The sight of seeing him naked in the bedroom was surprising, even moreso when you saw him on top of your supposed best friend. "Is this some sort of sick joke?" you spat out, feeling tears spring to your eyes but refusing to let the man see you cry.

"Y/n, I-"

"How long has this been going on?" you cut him off, your voice nothing more than a whisper, the apologetic look in his eyes breaking your resolve as a fat tear rolled down your cheek. "How long have the two of you been going behind my back like this?"

Not giving either of them a chance to explain, you pivoted on your heel and left the room. Tears fell faster as you ran down the stairs, slipping your feet back into your sneakers before exiting the house and climbing into your car. It didn't feel real that your boyfriend and best friend had been doing this and you went to the one person you could trust. Mason Browne.

Parked outside of her apartment, you knocked on her front door with tears still streaming steadily down your cheeks. "Y/n?" Mace opened the door, ushering you into the house and through to the lounge. She waited until you dropped onto the couch, "what's happened? Talk to me."

"Nick Fowler happened." you wiped your tears away with the back of your hand to try to calm yourself. You hated that you were crying over this, but you supposed it was the shock of it; the anger would come soon. "I caught him with Chelsea. In the bedroom, in the fucking bed we shared."

Mace looked taken aback, she didn't expect Nick to betray you like this. "Y/n, I-" she cut herself off, trying to figure out how to comfort you. She quickly realised, however, that words would not be enough to ease your heartbreak. "I'll go and get the wine, make yourself comfortable."

She was quick to return, the two of you drinking straight from the bottle within minutes. "So you know I work from home, right?" you started, Mace nodding in confirmation. "Well, I have a commission from some incredibly wealthy clients, so I headed to the art store to get some paints before starting. Nick must have returned home in the meantime, assumed I was at a clients house, and then invited that two-faced bitch over. Next thing I know, I'm returning home and catching the two of them naked in my bed."

"I'm sorry, Y/n." Mace sympathised, angry at her partner and hurt for you. You had met Mace, and Nick, after being commissioned by the CIA to paint his portrait, and the two agents had been assigned to protect you after your name had risen to publicity. "I hate how much he's hurt you in this way, and believe me when I say I'm going to kick his ass when I see him next."

You smiled fondly at your friend, knowing of the lengths that she would go to protect you. As entertaining as that idea was, part of you still loved Nick and couldn't bear the thought of any harm coming to him. Or at least, you thought you still loved him. The hurt and betrayal was tangled up within all the other feelings, and it was making everything more blurred. "I'm going to have to talk to him, aren't I?"

Mace nodded, and you just exhaled. You had already decided that Chelsea would no longer be a part of your life, you could just completely cut her off without prior communication. But Nick Fowler was completely different. Moving to the other side of the world would do nothing to aid you in ignoring what would be a difficult conversation, so you decided to just rip off the bandaid and tell him to meet you at Mace's.

Nick turned up within the hour, a shameful look on his face as he finally realised the severity of his actions, and he tried to mentally prepare himself for the consequences that he would face. He didn't, however, expect you to open the front door with a piece of paper in hand. "I'm not giving you a chance to talk. I don't want to hear whatever bullshit excuses you have, nor do I want to you to try to make me forgive you. Because what you did was disgusting."

Nick nodded, steadying himself for whatever you were going to say next. "I caught you sleeping with my ex best friend, so I wrote a list of ten things I hate about you, just so I could move on. Ten, you're jaded. Nine, you're selfish. Eight, the dumbest guy I have ever dated." you took a deep breath, hoping that you wouldn't cry in front of him.

"Seven, talk a big game until you're naked. Only six seconds, and I had to fake it," you could hear Mace gasp at that, and you instantly knew she was on standby in case you needed her. "Five, you're toxic. Four, can't trust you. Three, you still have mommy issues. Two years of your bullshit I can't undo. And one: I really fucking hate the fact that you made me love you."

"Y/n, I-"

"No, Nick," you wiped your eyes, warding off the tears threatening to spill. "You don't get to apologise, or say anything. It's over between us. You made the choice to sleep with Chelsea, now you can face the consequences of your actions. Goodbye, Nick Fowler."

You slammed the door in his face, turning to face Mace who had the biggest smile on her face. Two whole years of loving Nick Fowler had gone down the drain, but today, your life was going to begin.

Without him.

#nick fowler x reader #nick fowler x you #nick fowler fic #nick fowler the 355 #peach writes