#one minute it was 2am and i was lying in bed

[dreamofjoys]

Spicy ask for Vil, Rook and Malleus what would be the occasion for a f!reader/f!MC to be woken up with her beloved between her legs? 😈

a/n: anon... i think we have the same wave length

scenario: you felt something wet on your lower region, only to discover that your beloved boyfriend is feasting on you in the middle of the night

characters involved: vil schoenheit, rook hunt, malleus draconia x fem s/o

tw: oral sex, cumming, somnophilia, cock warming

it was around 2am when vil ended his photoshoot

by the time he reached pomofiere dorm, everyone was already sound asleep, including you

now, hes not very happy about the fact that the photoshoot lasted till 2am (since he emphasizes heavily about beauty sleep)

he storms into his room, slamming the door close while letting out a small tsk

does his management thinks that he doesn't need sleep or something?!

that's when he noticed you, his s/o, sleeping soundly on his bed

you were wearing a purple night gown that vil had gifted you, hugging a small plushie in your arms, your lips parting ever so slightly as you breathe through your mouth

vil softened at the sight of you. you are the only person who he will never get angry at, the only one who he can confide to

he took a quick bath and changed into a purple robe to match with yours

climbing onto the bed, he settled beside you, admiring your soft features

that was when he noticed how.... delicious you looked

the hem of your gown rides up to your mid thighs, the outline of your breast was visible

he could literally your nipples under the night gown that he gave you

vil gulps, feeling his dick getting hard

he shifts closer to you, pulling your gown up to your stomach, revealing your plush thighs and your panties

“just one minute,” vil thought to himself as he slides your panties away, push your legs apart and placing himself in between them

he stares at your pink pussy, admiring the soft and delicate look of it

he place your legs on his shoulders, lying down flat below you, bringing his face closer to your pussy

before he knows it, he is already aggressively sucking on your clit, harshly tongue fucking you

you felt something wet on your lower region, feeling pleasure coursing through your body. you moaned, sub consciously grinding your hips on whatever that is letting you feel amazing. was this a dream? you slowly opened your eyes, finding your blonde boyfriend sucking your pussy dry, not that you mind. "vi-vil, faster please-" you moaned, slightly panting when vil increases his speed. his tongue exploring every inch of your pussy, making sure to eat you out. it was a long night, but vil had you cumming on his face three times, all the while enjoying you squirming and begging for more.

let's be honest, he is definitely curious about your reaction to waking up and seeing him in between your legs, fucking you in the middle of the night

would you be happy? sad? angry?

he wants to see your face contorting into a mix of pleasure and confusion

he wants to see what you would do when you realise that thrusting his cock inside your pussy while you were sleeping

he wait tills you fall asleep before undressing you, discarding any articles that you have

rook went ahead to undress himself, not wanting you to feel alone and exposed

he gives himself a few pumps, moaning at the sight of you laying all vulnerable in front of him

prior to this, he had already asked you if you were okay with him fucking you in your sleep

"you can use me however you want!" you smiled at rook, sending blood rushing to his cock as he recalls about the memory

"fu-fuck, mon cheri." rook stares at his hardened cock that is already standing straight, tip touching his belly with a ring of pre cum leaking on the head

he wasted no time spreading your legs wide apart, inserting his long cock into you

the bed was shaking, almost as if it was almost breaking apart. you distantly heard the voice of a men moaning your name, and a women whimpering. the women's voice sounds like..... yours? in your hazy state, you slowly opened your eyes, wanting to know the origin of the male voice. what greeted you was the sight of your naked boyfriend between your legs, harshly pounding his cock into your pussy. his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, keeping your legs opened and wide for him. "ro-rook!" you moaned out, feeling his cock hitting your g-spot. "so... tight-" rook groans, increasing his pace as you screamed his name. all you could do was to lay on your back, scream and pull on the bed sheets while taking in whatever rook gives you as he uses you as his personal cock sleeve for the rest of the night. "mon amour, you did say that i can use your however i want, right?~"

you and malleus had just finished three rounds of sex

feeling tired, you collapsed onto malleus

his cock was still inside your abused pussy

you could feel the head of his cock brushing at your g-spot, it seems like malleus has no interest in taking a break, seeing as to how his cock still remain hardened

you whined, looking up to the dragon with a pout

malleus raised an eyebrow, enquiring you to speak your mind

"no more sex for today, malleus. please... im tired, i dont have a crazy stamina like you........" annnnd you fell asleep on him

malleus frowns, he is well aware that humans are not as strong as faes but he didn't know that you would be this tired after three rounds

he pulls you closer to him, making no attempts to pull out

why should he pull out when his cock fits snugly inside your pussy? it's almost as if the both of you are made for each other

still feeling horny, malleus decides to pout, wishing that he could wake you up and continue the make out session

what if, he just fucks you while you sleep?

he gets to satisfy his urge, while you get the well rested sleep that you need

is a win-win situation, right?

malleus flips you on your back while he position himself on top of you, rolling his hips slowly so that he could drag his cock along your walls and feel it clenching around him. with each time he pulls his cock out of your pussy(but not completely), your pussy proceeds to pull him back into you. you whimpered in your sleep, feeling full and slightly needy for more of it. you sub consciously knew that it was malleus who was fucking you right now; after all, he is a horny dragon who doesn't know when to stop. "you are awake," malleus stops thrusting into you as he leans down to give you a kiss. "i thought i said no more." "im sorry, i just can't help it." "is okay, we can continue." green slitted eyes stares into yours, searching for any lies. you grinned and give him a kiss, motioning for him to continue. malleus resumes back to his activity, aiming to give you the best sex that you can ever have.

#twisted wonderland malleus #twisted wonderland #imagines #malleus draconia #y/n #diasomnia #vil schoenheit #pomofiere #rookhunt #disney twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst mc #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst smut #twst malleus draconia #twst vil #twst rook #malleus smut #vil smut #rook smut #dreamofjoystwst

[strqwberryfield]

jake sim - hugs

context: jake just returned to korea to suprise his beloved. at 2am.

contains fluffy fluff (based on a dream i had a couple of nights ago)

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it was around 2am. the home was quiet. rain bounces off the window. so quiet that if you drop a shampoo bottle in the shower, it would echo throughout the house. the day was saturday 5th january and jake's beloved girlfriend was sleeping soundly even though there was a missing presence. she did have some problems sleeping without him, her body slowly adapted and slowly filled the empty void.

that void was filled by sleeping in his basic clothes. even though y/n had perfectly fine clothes herself, she cannot help but put her stuff to the side and find comfort in the baggy clothes jake owns. the fluffy pillows and blankets surrounded and wrapped her body into a burrito, the soft linen scent followed by jake's cologne filled her nose. it almost felt like he was in the room with her.

earlier that day, they FaceTimed each other for around 1 hour until jake was needed for something. so their usual 5 minute farewells and "i love you's" were cut short. she did suspect something but she didn't want to mention or think further about the location the man was situated in, so she rubbed it off thinking it was either the green room where all the members were sitting in or his hotel room.

it was now 2:30am, and the girl was sound asleep. she wasn't informed that the trip to Japan ended one day earlier than it was scheduled. y/n was now slowly nearing the edge of the bed. one more toss or turn could possibly make her land on the floor. but luckily, the man she was so deeply in love with entered the home and quietly waltzed his way upstairs to tackle his girlfriend with his undying love. so as he opened the oak door to the shared room. y/n opened her eyes, and luckily she rolled away from the edge to sit up and see who was standing at the end of the bed. she quickly rubbed her eyes to get rid of any fatigue.

"jake? is that you?" she murmured, loud enough so he could hear."i thought you were coming home tomorrow?". the man laughed and replied with a "change of plans" a soft smile and eyes full of love is the face jake held at that moment. he was already in comfy clothes so luckily he could slide into the soft mattress y/n has been lying in alone for the last week. they quickly eloped in each other's arms, jake softly stroked the back of her head and kissed her forehead lightly whilst muttering softly "i love you" and praises that no one else but her has heard.

one more kiss on the crown of her head, jake tucks her head under his chin making her face his chest. sleep overtook him. the warmth his beloved was radiating along with the raindrops lulled him to sleep. he muttered an "i love you" for the last time until they wake up in each other's embrace again when the sun decided to greet them.

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a/n: first post!!!! yes, this was based on a dream 😭

#enhypen #enha fluff #jake sim #enhypen fluff #jake sim x reader #jake sim fluff #enhypen comfort

[prentisssgf]

| snow day

| criminal minds

| emily prentiss x reader

| fluff

| 1362 words

| a/n can we just pretend that emily has never seen snow PLEASE, also I hate this so badly but I want to finish it lol

It was common knowledge that Emily Prentiss traveled a lot, she used to say that she had been everywhere in the world and you thought that she was just being dramatic until she showed you all the pictures.

One night a girls night Emily confessed to you, even though she had been around the world she had never seen snow, you figured that she was lying but when she explained to you that every time she went around the world in winter hoping to see the snow it just didn't happen, she drunkenly told you that when she was younger she used to put a channel on the tv where it was just snow to "get the full experience" but when she woke up she was adamant that she didn't tell you that.

Now here you were, 7 years later with your 3 year old Amelia.

You had been married to Emily for 5 years and you loved her so much, you decided to try IVF 4 years ago and thankfully you were lucky and your daughter Amelia was born.

"Mommy" you were woken up a little brunette running up to your bed, around 2am, sometimes you would look at her and you couldn't wrap your head around how similar Amelia and Emily looked, you sat up in your bed and you looked over at your sleeping wife, you pulled her up and sat her on your lap "scared" Amelia grabbed your face to squish your cheeks to make sure that you were really listening to her, something she picked up from you but you would never admit it.

"Baby" you cooed, rocking her trying to make her go to sleep again "what was the nightmare about, do you remember?"

"You and mama" her eyes filled with tears "a bad guy said that you and mama didn't like me anymore" her body shook from sobs.

"Oh honey" you kissed her head a couple of times, your voice shook with sobs too at her confession "nothing you could ever do would make me or mama hate not like you anymore, you'll always be our number 1 girl okay Amy?" you felt Amelia's head nod on your chest "we love you so so much and please baby that man is not real, you have to believe us" you smiled "do you want to stay here with us or are you ready to go back in your grown up girl bed?" you chuckled slightly.

"Can I stay here until I fall asleep?" she looked up at you with a pout, something she also inherited from you.

"Of course you can sweetheart" you squeezed her before settling her in between you and Emily.

"Em" you tapped your wife until she woke up and turned around to you, "Amy's here with us, she had that same nightmare again"

"Oh about that man saying that we hate her?" Emily ducked her head as you nodded, she bent down to kiss Amelia on her head and then your lips before swiping the hair out of your daughter's face.

"Yeah" you sighed running your finger down her arm absentmindedly.

"Hey" Emily's voice made you look at her "she's going to be okay you know?" Emily smiled.

"I know, I'm just worried for her, should she be having this many nightmares at this age?" you had to hold back a sob.

"No" Emily agreed "but not everyone's mothers are feds" Emily tried to sympathise.

"She'll be fine, right?" you worried.

"If she's anything like her mommy, she'll be great" Emily smiled gently.

You smiled back "I love you”

"I love you" Emily smiled.

"Should we take her back?"' Emily spoke softly after a few minutes.

"Probably but she's not gonna want to come in and sleep in our bed when she's older" you pouted.

"Okay, just a few minutes then"

You nodded in agreement and then yawned, Emily kissed the top of your head as a goodnight before you fell asleep.

"I'm going to take her back alright?" Emily spoke up around half an hour later.

At this point you were fully asleep so you just unconsciously said okay which made Emily laugh.

She came back 5 minutes later and scooted really close to you "Goodnight baby" she kissed your forehead.

"G'night Milly" you smiled in your sleep and wrapped your hand around Emily's waist.

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"Mommy mommy mommy" Amelia came running in your room around 8am, causing you and Emily sitting up quickly.

"Amy" you tiredly groaned "you know you're only supposed to wake us up in case of emergencies"

"Like fire or if it's snowing" Emily added jokingly.

"Yeah yeah yeah yeah snow snow snowwwwww" Amelia shouted excitedly, tapping her feet, doing a very cute happy dance.

"Snow?" you shot her a confused glance and then you and Emily looked at each other.

"Mommy mama look outside" she pointed to the window.

You picked Amelia up and you and Emily walked to the window.

"No way, this is beautiful" Emily gawked.

"You're more beautiful" you whispered.

Emily turned around and kissed you again.

"Me and mama and mommy go outside and play?" her eyes went wide in amusement.

"Absolutely, I've packed the snow stuff away so you can stay here with mama and I'll get your things, okay?" you smiled as you placed her on the bed.

"Hey honey?" Emily called you over.

"Yeah what's up?" you smiled.

"Is it gonna be.. you know.. like safe?" Emily worried.

"Oh yeah should be fine the snow isn't that high and we'll go out with her and watch her like a hawk" you laughed.

"Snow's not dangerous right, like isn't it supposed to be icy? what if Amy falls on it and-"

"Milly breathe" you took her hands in yours "Snow is not dangerous, I promise you" you grabbed her cheeks and kissed her forehead "She's gonna be fine, I'll get her snow stuff, and I'll get yours"

You came back to see Emily with Amy in her arms, they were both too focused on watching the snow to see you had came back, you snuck a photo of them before listening to their conversation

"It's so beautiful mama" Amelia smiled with her arms around Emily's neck.

"Mhmm" Emily agreed "but you are even more beautiful" Emily smiled as Amy laughed.

You smiled gently before Amelia noticed you and called you over.

"Look at this" she whispered

"Wow" you shot back as you kissed her head and wrapped your hand around Emily's shoulder "I think that we should make snow angels"

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"Alright you guys look beautiful" you smiled as you took a photo of Emily and Amelia together in the snow.

"Hah" Emily grimaced through nerves.

"You having fun Amy?" you asked your daughter who was now making snow angels.

"YES" she squealed which made you and Emily laugh.

"You having fun Em?" you asked your wife who just nodded, you could tell she was extremely nervous and you didn't want to embarrass her so you just left it for a while.

"Snow angels" Amelia exclaimed before dramatically falling into the snow.

You laughed before doing the same thing.

The rest of the day was spent making snow angels and snowmen whilst you all had a snowball fight.

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"How are my favourite girls doing?" you asked handing over hot cocoa to Emily and apple juice to Amelia after you gave Amelia a bath and changed her into warm pajamas, you and Emily decided to bathe too, taking turns to watch Amy.

You saw them wrapped up in a blanket with two blankets underneath, you walked over to them, kissing Amy's head and Emily's lips when you pulled Amy up you sat her on your lap, spending the rest of the night watching Christmas films until Amy fell asleep.

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"How was that?" you asked Emily running a finger down her arm.

"Good, less dangerous then I thought it was going to be" you both laughed.

"It was the best, I loved it and I love you and Amy" she grinned as she kissed you.

"I love you and Amy so much" you smiled into the kiss, soon enough you both fell asleep thankful.

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #paget brewster #criminal minds x you #emily x reader #emily x you

[2kmps]

vash pets your head to send you to sleep, but asks you something important before he does.

notes; 1.1k, very tender vash, tristamp coded, not proofread. wrote this in my car @ 2am, freaking out every two seconds bc was that a person or just my eyes? 👁️👁️

layers of dust reaching across entire sprawls of bedsheet was a normal thing you came across in every inn you visited. no man's land had a way of making everything inhospitable, from the unforgiving terrain of valleys of sand, stone and bleached bones, down to the crevices between slabs of wood underfoot filled with debris and the pillows under your head exacerbating dry fits of coughing while beige granules clung to your throat.

vash was far more accustomed to those conditions than you were, having lived that way for over a century—an earnest confession you still weren't sure you believed. like everyone else on this godforsaken landscape, you had learned to acclimate during your harrowing travels with him, forced to take the heat deep in your skin to your marrow, the dirt and sand into the brittle branches in your lungs.

"want me to shake out the sheets for you?" vash was always courteous, did his best to lessen the blow of suffering you endured while with him. from the beginning, he had never been comfortable with you there, tried running off more times than you could count, but you were smart and determined so he never succeeded.

he didn't wait for you to respond, finding that you were arranging your bags near the door in case of the need of a quick escape. maybe it was guilt or pity, but he slipped his fingers beneath the thin sheets and whipped them out until all the dust knocked off of them. "this place isn't as bad as the last one. you'll sleep pretty good tonight, I think. can you grab my sleeping bag?"

"there's plenty of room on the bed, vash." you didn't make a motion for his bags. in your hands now was a set of linen nightclothes. "give your back a rest. sleep on the mattress for once."

his look was almost incredulous, almost as though you had said something outrageous. "I won't make you sleep on the floor. I don't mind, really!"

"I never said I was sleeping on the floor." you said, inflectionless, eyes half-lidded from the weight of fatigue and soreness behind them. "we're gonna be out on the desert for hours tomorrow. I can't have you die out there because you wanted to sleep on wood."

certain arguments vash didn't try to win, this was one of them, namely because he wasn't actually interested in the floor. so, some thirty minutes later he laid there on the stiff, musty mattress with you, taking in all the smells of age and misuse in his dry nostrils while trying not to open his mouth too wide to suck in any sand.

"not the most comfortable." he mumbled, shifting onto his back after lying on his side for a few minutes. "you sure you want me up here with—"

"it's fine, vash." again, without betraying yourself with a change in tone, you reassured him. you said it to him with your eyes closed, facing him, your back flush to the wall to give his larger body more space. "don't worry so much. just try to sleep for once."

it didn't come easy to him, this you knew. inevitably, he'd be up and around the inn or just outside of it at some point. sleep was a mortal enemy and an elusive love affair to him, a challenging dichotomy that left him tired and worn most of the time. he felt all of it ache in his joint, drag his eyelids down, sit on his shoulders as though his sins weren't enough of a burden.

you saw it and you pitied him, though you didn't have the brashness to say so.

just then, you flinched hard enough to make the bed jerk when his hand touched your head. he apologized quietly, not removing himself from you and let the warmth of his appendages seep through your hair into your scalp, gave you time to familiarize with how it had so much weight to it.

"do you ever regret your decision?" he started stroking your head in short, smooth motions, flattening your hair against your crown. "regret traveling with me, I mean."

you weren't sure why he was asking this during bedtime, but coaxed you to crack your eyes at him, proving you were still awake. his made of brilliant azure we're looking back at you, somehow piercing through the inky night straight into you. they had an eerie, otherworldly glow to them, almost.

"I dunno." you are honest, unsure of the kind of answer he was looking for. did he want comfort, or was he going to try to bail on you again? it had been a while since he last tried. "I dunno. I don't mind it most of the time. you're a good guy, vash, you don't deserve to be all alone in this world."

his hand stopped, but his fingers splayed out a little more. the corners of his eyes started to narrow, crinkles forming in the corners. you couldn't handle how softly, so sweetly he was looking at you now.

"you gave up everything, though." he said, smoothing his hand along that same path on your head again. "you shouldn't have given up your entire life—your career just to…"

he didn't want to finish. your eyes were open fully, the whites of them glistening at him in the dim moonlight.

"you shouldn't have given it all up to be with me." it sounded so unnatural to him, like it was some unfathomable, convoluted thing he had had no business putting a voice to. "nothing—no one is worth that. I'm not worth that."

in these moments, you wished he would let you touch him. all you wanted to do was feel the warmth of your bodies meld together, wrap your arms around him so he couldn't leave you alone in that dusty, dark room, and so he knew he wasn't alone.

"don't talk like that," was all you could bring yourself to say, even though you didn't think it was amiss.

the shadows around his mouth deepened, his smile just a little higher than it usually was. his thumb moved towards your temple, callused pad stroking the skin there, tempting you to lean into his touch even more.

parts of you wanted him to kiss you, because you caught his eyes wavering at times, unsticking from your gaze to sweep lower beneath his thick lashes. you knew he was looking at your lips, and you thought that maybe you had made the mistake of looking first.

he never acted on that as much as you wished he would, but he did keep his hand on you until the gentle motions on your hair finally lulled you into slumber.

pls comment or reblog if you enjoyed! 🫰🏻

#vash the stampede x y/n #vash x y/n #vash x you #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #vash the stampede #trigun imagines #trigun x reader #trigun x you #tristamp #trigun stampede #trimax #trigun maximum #2k writes

[theywantedplayer]

Trevor Zegras imagine. Maybe like the situation that happened? He's getting so much hate and is really sad and a little clingy cause he's scared that reader is gonna leave him? <333

Love your blog btw! 💕🫶

K yall im gonna go to bed its 2am and i got classes tm

Ever since Trevor played the Coyotes he's been acting off, You knew from the amount of drama surrounding that game he was going to be acting weird.  One minute he was attached to your side not letting you go then In a second he was avoiding you like the plague. 

You were laying in bed on your phone waiting for Trevor to come to bed, it was getting late and He was still in the bathroom, taking longer than usual. You thought he was just getting distracted on his phone till you heard him talking. You got out of your warm bed and made your way over to the bathroom slowlying opening the door seeing Trevor hunched over on his phone scrolling threw something, He looked annoyed and Distraught.

“I didnt- fuck off” he spat out slamming his phone on the counter as he ran one of his hands threw his hair.

“You ok Trevor?” you whispered but you already knew the answer. 

He turned to you just now knowing you were in the room

“Yea im fine, go back to bed” He said waving you off

“Are you sure I mea-” 

“I'm fine i'll meet you in bed” he cut you off, you tried to make eye contact with him to see if he was lying but he was Purposely  avoiding eye contact shameful? You stood there for a couple minutes before slowly closing the door and walking back to your bed you got under the cover and laid on your side. 

It was a little while before you heard the bathroom door open and the light being shut off, you felt Trevors side of the bed dip as he crawled into bed. He didn't say anything, didn't even try to pull you to his side of the bed like he did every night. You didn't want to push him so you didnt move or talk.

“.....” “.......” “I didn't say it” you heard Trevor say barely above a whisper you turned over to face him, seeing him just lay there looking up at the ceiling with one arm over his forehead.

“What?” you asked

“.........I didn't say it” He choked out “everyone thinks I said it and I didnt, their team even said I didn't”  

Trevor could feel tears start to form in his eyes. Fuck he thought that was the last thing he wanted to do right now. You saw a tear run down the side of his face, you Quickly sat up in bed and moved to sit in front of Trevor.

He now had his hands pressed against his face trying to hide the fact he was crying 

“I know Trevor I know” you ran one of your hands threw his hair to try and calm him down

“Fuck y/n fuckk” you heard him groan into his hands, you grabbed both his hands and tried to pull them off his face and he pulled against you.

“Trevor honey sit up” Trevor listened to you sitting up facing you. Your heart broke when you saw his face, his eyes red with tears the same for  his face since they were just being buried in his hands and his teary wet cheeks made you hurt.

“Awe Trevor come here” you told 

he buried his face into the corner of your neck, his hands wrapping around your waist holding you tight. You rubbed circles on his back as your other hand ran through his hair again. Trevors shoulders shook from time to time as you held him, he was so disappointed his temper got to him in that game and how the media twisted the story so it looked even worse.

“I know you didn't say it” you told him 

“I was scared you were gonna believe them” he breathed out “I thought-” he stopped talking 

“You thought what?” 

Trevor took a deep breath before starting up again 

“I thought you were gonna… leave me” He whispered the last part “Or at least I thought you were gonna yell at me like you sometimes do when I pick fights” he laughed a little at the last part. Part of him loved when you got mad at him he always thought you looked so hot when you were mad the way you move your arms when you talked and he loved when you put him in his place.

You pulled Trevor's head out of your neck placing your hands on his cheeks saying “Trevor I would never leave you and never over something like this” you wipped the last tears off his cheeks with a soft smile.

“I'm sorry for picking fights, I just lose it out there I get so into it sometimes,I forget its Televised” He admitted 

“I know Trev I know” you respond “I think you should get some rest?”

He nodded back as you both laid back down in bed. Trevor instantly berried face into your chest and wrapped his hands around you tightly, clearly having no intention of letting go. 

“Goodnight Trevor” you whispered kissing his forehead 

#trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras #trevor zegras blurb #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras fic #nhl x reader #nhl hockey #nhl fanfiction #nhl

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Neurodivergent!Hobie Brown Headcanons - Hobie Brown having AuDHD

Hobie Brown has AuDHD (Autism & ADHD) because I have AuDHD and I love him and want him to have AuDHD :) i was reminded of this and this is mostly me projecting so uhhh...here

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Love the idea of Hobie Brown having ADHD and autism

Like his attention is shit. And he doesn't care.

He's always working or tinkering or planning away at something, writing some song, but he's never doing what 'he's supposed to do'.

He's Hobie - he's going to do whatever he wants to do and whatever strikes his fancy.

It's the ADHD. He procrastinates, and if you tell him to do something - yeah, he's not doing that

but when he needs to get something done he gets it done. ALWAYS. Somehow.

Miguel is asking for mission reports and he's like 'piss off m8'. He gets it done when he needs to don't ask questions

Super truthful. He doesn't see the point in lying. He's never mean about it, but he never hides the truth.

Stims a lot.

Always fidgeting with something. Doesn't carry stim toys cause he always loses them - fiddles with anything his hands come across instead

Chews on pens when he's trying to think or write a song

Fiddles with his piercings and lip ring a lot

Constantly losing his guitar pick, gets pissed off and can't find it even though it's right in front of him

He has ADHD-combined so sometimes he's pacing back and forth and other times he's just zoned the fuck out daydreaming

DOODLES on everything.

STICKERS everywhere.

Doesn't mask AT ALLLL

If he doesn't understand a joke he will ask - especially if he can tell it's meanspirited

Sleep schedule is wrecked. He hates the AM - and gets up at like 4pm. he's up at 2am playing electric guitar on the loudest volume and drinking a coffee at 8am before going to bed

Bounces his leg really really hard then tells people to piss off when they demand he stops

VERBAL STIMS. OH MY GOD

CONSTANTLY repeating song lyrics, even random ones. Repeats them to himself while pacing as a way to relax

Stims on his guitar, plays the same chord over and over and over.

The chords of 'Immigrant Song' - by Led Zeppelin is a popular choice of his

Gwen stims by tapping and drumming on things so they can be sitting there and play-stimming a song without even noticing

Doesn't follow rules he doesn't understand or thinks are unreasonable

Will argue with someone over it when confronted and tell them exactly why their rule makes no sense

He'll 'talk back' to authority and someone will be like 'Hobie you can't say that!!!' and he will genuinely be like 'why???'

Used to get put in 'time out' A LOT. Big 'problem child', always talking in class, wandering off, etc

Light sensitive.

His room dark as fuck boooooyyyy

Black out curtains, no clothes in the drawers, 12,000 unattended water bottles everywhere

NEVER makes the bed but has other cleaning routines he HAS to do

loves planning shit, planned out all of ASTV in detail, keeps really detailed notes of stuff

but his handwriting only makes sense to him

remembers everything about his friends but doesn't know what day it is

Time Blind as FUCKKKKKKK. So hard to get a hold of him or get him to text back.

You see him when you see him - either he's early or he's late as hell.

Says 'five minutes' but gets distracted or severely underestimates the time.

Special interest is his records and they mean a lot to him

Knows everything there is to know about every album he owns, takes really good care of them and his player - the only thing he'll spend money on

Very creative, has many creative projects he starts and stops and never really completes

10,000 half finished patches and prototypes

But he's really talented and handy because of it

Like he knows random ass statements in dozens of languages cause he memorizes the weirdest stuff and sometimes run into situations where he really needs it

Like the first time they go to Mumbattan looking for Pavi Gwen is like "ugh how are we gonna ask people 'have you seen this boy' in Marathi?" and Hobie is like "i got this" and she's like "Bro HOW"

REAL ASS AUDHD EXPERIENCE: Being able to memorize copious amounts of information about things that don't matter at all

Hobie has so many facts inside of him that he just drops so casually

And people are like how are you so smart

and of course he's like 'i was smart this whole time'

People think he's rude or an idiot because he doesn't make eye contact or doesn't face people when spoken to

but he's not at all, and he's very good at picking up little details

Dry but hilarious sense of humor that takes seven layers of irony and 3 years of context to even process

Probably has one completely left-field unrelated hyperfixation that catches people off guard. Is completely unashamed about it

When he's overstimulated he gets very irritated and snappy and fidgety -

Has to leave the room immediately - will stop everything and just get up and head straight to the door

If he can't leave he'll start covering his ears or put his head down against a table

Has loss of speech episodes sometimes, but not only when stressed. Lots of times it happens while relaxed or really deep in thought/daydream. His closest friends can understand him perfectly fine, and can tell when he's just chilling vs when he needs support

Will stand up in a 'quiet' room and say "what's that noise??" cause he can hear electric buzzing and it's pisses him off

He still blasts his music loud as hell in his headphones

Puts something into one of his many pockets then immediately begins to look for where he put said thing

Always pulling stuff out of his pockets, looking slightly impressed but confused as to how it got there, or how long it's been there

Has the weirdest palette. Weird ass food combos. The type of guy to put one sauce on everything

Probably eats beans on toast like twice a day

His comfort food is a Gregg's Sausage Roll from a very specific branch in East London, others taste a bit off to him and he can tell if it's not the right one. He'll still eat it, but he can tell it's not right

Most of these are SUCH a projection but I love him so so so much ok bye bye

#hobie brown #spider punk #spiderpunk #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spider man #gwen stacy #spider gwen #headcanons #marvel

[pepsiluvr0209]

White Ferrari (Final)

buckle in guys

WARNINGS: Angst, mentions of death and just overall sadness

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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"I let you out, at Central."

It had been one day.

One day of Matt never leaving your side. He practically had to be dragged out of your room for tests and to rest, since the lack of sleep the boy was getting was detrimental for his healing.

"Baby you need to eat." You look at Matt who stared back at you, sadness engulfing his eyes. He had been by your hospital bed for the past couple hours and you started to get concerned.

"I don't want to." He mumbled, tiredly grabbing your tubed hand and playing with your fingers. "I just want to be with you."

"Can you eat here?" Matt just shrugged. Just then you started coughing erratically and Matt jumped up, cradling you gently so you could stabilise yourself. After your breathing evened out, he reluctantly let go and instantly latches himself back onto your hand. This happens about once every 10 minutes and Matt feels his heart break with every episode.

"See this is what we can't do." You sternly say turning to look at him in the eyes. "I want you to take care of yourself."

Matt fiercely shakes his head and you can feel his larger hands start to tremor in yours. "I don't need to take care of myself." He says quietly looking down. "Because when we get out of here, I-I'll have you." He says with confidence.

You've experienced a couple heartbreaks in your time but nothing could compare to the pain you felt in that very moment.

"Matt-" You start.

"No. I don't want to hear it."

If you look close enough you can glistening streams flowing from his ocean eyes down his pale cheeks. You reach out to run your fingers over his stubble which was poking out since he hasn't had the opportunity to shave in a while. Matt's hand still interlaced with yours, he watches you as your intertwined hands caress over his face. You watch back staring at him with a bittersweet smile.

"I love you."

"I love you more." And he reached over to plant a gentle kiss on your lips.

Now, you weren't stupid. As soon as you regained consciousness the Doctor's gave it to you straight, and of course you were destroyed to find out that there was nothing they could do.

But what upset you the most was Matt.

We had everything planned out and it's all going to shit, because I can't physically be there with him. Create more memories with him. We're never going to go on 2am drives together again, never going to play fucking Mariokart with him again, and do stupid little things like shared face-masks, long hugs and deep talks, movie marathons and cooking monstrosities in the kitchen.

But he will do it with someone else.

He can marry another girl, and have kids, live right by Nick and Chris and go to Central with her.

While I'll watch and always know that it could've been me.

Maybe in another life.

The Doctor's told me it was a guy driving a white Ferrari. Had too much to drink and paid the consequences for it. They're burying him the day before my funeral.

It's such a weird thought. My funeral's in a couple days. Would I have scarring from all these wires? Would I be wearing my hospital gown? Who would show up?

Would Matt be there?

Would it be sad? Fuck, would they serve food after?

A guy came in for my will the other day and I told him all of my stuff me and Matt basically shared so he can decide what to do with everything. Obviously I gave my parents and Matt's brothers a respectful amount, but honestly I could care less, my stuff isn't as important compared to him.

"What are you thinking about sweetheart?" Matt gently moved my stray hairs from my forehead to the side.

"Nothing." I smile. He smiles back, and I can tell he knows I'm lying but he is perfectly fine living right now, without knowing.

I inhale sharply. "Matt?" He hums in response, sensing my hesitation. "How fast are you gonna move on?"

"I don't want to talk about that y/n." He says sternly.

"Why?" I retaliate, my brows furrowing. When he doesn't answer I huff and say quietly. "I've got just over 24 hours left Matt. I-It hurts to cough and sometimes I throw up blood-"

"No, no, no, no." He says loudly. "You're gonna make it baby. T-The Doctor's, they don't know jackshit okay. I-I- You can do this, I kno-"

"Matt... it's okay."

"No, its not." He sobs. "How could you leave me. It's not fair." He cries into my bed. "It's not fair, it's not fair. It should've been me."

"Shh, no it shouldn't have."

Matt hiccups. "Y-Y-es."

You feel hopeless, all you can do is stroke his hair and reassure him that it's going to be okay, when you both know damn well your not telling the truth.

Once Matt had calmed down, he rested his head on your bed, right next to your bandaged shins. Both of you were holding hands, his thumb stroking yours. You both were just staring at each other, no words to convey the amount of love both of you were pouring out of your tired eyes.

Suddenly Matt quietly speaks up, drifting his eyes from yours and onto the crisp white bedsheets. "I don't think I'll ever be able to move on from you." He mumbles. "I-I just... You were with me through everything. I can't comprehend how you're not going to be here one day, a-and it scares me that when you are gone-" He tremors again and you just hold his hand tighter. "That I won't know what the point of everything is without you. You're my everything a-and you're just gonna leave me." He starts crying. "I don't want you to leave."

"I don't want to leave either Matt. I don't- I don't want to die." You cry with him. Everything hitting you all at once.

Eventually you both fell asleep and when you woke up medics were by your side. You glance at Matt's sleeping figure then around to look at everyone. "It hurts."

A nurse crouches down to face you. "We're going to give you painkillers, so when you pass it doesn't hurt as much."

You nod, and you can feel tears falling down your face. "Okay." This was real. It was happening. "H-How long do I have left... To live?"

The nurse looks at you sympathetically. "Judging by your vitals we estimate a couple hours." She reaches out and caresses your hair. "It'll just be like falling asleep. In the meantime we'll all leave and I'm going to unhook you to some of these machines, so you can at least be more comfortable."

You can only nod. Your whole body is flooded with pain and you realise that this is it.

You're going to die.

You can feel Matt stirring, just as the nurse unhooks you off the last machine, and everyone leaves.

"W-what's going on?" All of a sudden he's alert and checking his surroundings.

All you can do is softly smile at him and try your best not to burst into tears.

"Matt." You manage out. "It's happening."

Matt swore his whole world fell out of place. You continued. "They um- They gave me pain medication so I won't feel it and the-the nurse said it's like falling asleep."

"How long?" Matt felt like he didn't even recognise his own voice.

"A couple hours."

Matt gulped, but it felt like he swallowed a rock. "So what are you going to do?"

"Lie with me... please?"

Matt didn't even feel the rough scratch of your sheets or heard the creak of the bed. Facing you he said, "I can't even process this."

"So don't."

He just nodded and went down under the covers further. "Can I please hold you?... Just one last time."

It took everything in you not to start sobbing right there. "Yes Matt. You can."

So he gently took your body and moved it towards him, cradling you into him and holding you like if he lets go you would leave. Because you just might.

He was gonna miss you.

God, he was gonna miss you so much.

After an hour you spoke up.

"What were we going to do if we got to Central."

Matt looked down at you and smiled. "Well, last time I went I saw the prettiest bookstore ever and I instantly thought of you, so I figured that would've been our first stop. And of course, knowing you that would eat up a couple hours."

You laughed a bit, which made tears form in Matt's eyes. He's never going to hear that again.

"And then what?"

Matt sniffed. "And then I made a dinner reservation."

Your eyes gently shut and your heart rate slowed.

"Best carbonara in town. So naturally I had to take you there. Uh- It was an outside booking, and already a nice day, so I thought you would've loved it."

"Mhm, keep going." Snuggling into his warm chest, trying to ignore the pain shooting through you at a rapid pace.

"And then there was this park." He said softly. "Big open area, moonlit pond... fairy lights."

You smiled into his chest, the pain becoming numb as you felt it slowly encase you. "That sounds beautiful."

"It is, you would've loved it. They have little paths where you can walk around." You felt your pulse slowly fade. "And when we would get to a spot, I would hold you and tell you that I love you. And that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. That your all that matters to me. I would list every little thing I love about you. Your hair, your eyes, your joy and how much you make my life better. You know why sweetheart? Because I love you. I love you so much okay? So whenever you feel like you have to let go, just know that I love you and that I will always love you, forever and ever and ever......"

"Y/n?"

"Sweetheart, are you awake?"

"Y/n? Oh my god, no, please."

"Y/n please wake up. Please."

"No, not yet."

"Not yet."

"Don't leave me."

"I love you."

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Rain was pouring down heavily, as Matt got out of the car, double checking to see if he missed anything.

Matt felt heavy as he stepped along the gravel path, trudging towards the place where he spent most of his time.

He gently sat down next to you, ignoring the uncomfortable wet soil. Staring at you Matt remembered one of the things he bought and held it up to you. "I got you more flowers." He softly smiled. "I know your probably sick of them by now but they were half off so, you know."

Sighing he plucked at the grass in front of him. "Not much has happened. Except, you know Alisha? From my management team. I told you about her a couple weeks ago. She's new. Anyways, she-uh... She asked me out on a date. A-and I told her I'd think about it. She's great but... she's nothing like you." He mumbled. "I don't think anyone's ever going to be like you."

There was a brief silence until he spoke up again.

"Do you remember when I told you I'd never move on from you. I-It's true. Nothing can ever compare to you... But I know, for reasons I'd never understand, you would've wanted me to move on. So I thought I'd do this as um... closure? Just in case, but one of my biggest regrets is never doing this sooner because I was too scared." He lightly chuckled.

Matt stood up and reached into his pocket, suddenly feeling nervous.

"At Central." He whispered just so you could hear. "After the dinner and after we would explore the park and find the spot. And I was gonna tell you how much you mean to me and how I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Matt slowly pulled out a small box from his front pocket. "And then I was gonna get down on one knee and ask you to marry me." He whispered. Matt opened the box and gently placed it on the soil, littered with flowers he got you.

"I hope you would've said yes."

He stood in front of your grave.

"Goodbye, sweetheart."

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"If you think about it, it'll be over in no time

And that's life."

WHEW

No bc I sobbed so hard writing this like goddamn

Shoutout to whoever said to put this out or they'd touch me wtf😃

But you guys rlly loved part 1 so here is your finale <3

Stay tuned see ya

#christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x you #sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #Spotify #frank ocean #white ferrari #angst #sturniolo angst

[farfromstrange]

Please, Be Okay | Matt Murdock x Reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: When Matt doesn't text or answer your calls during a night out, you can't help but suspect the worst.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death and blood, hurt/comfort, not proof-read

Word Count: 2.3k

A/n: So it's like 2am over here and I was trying to sleep, sat up straight in bed, and started to write this in like an hour. I'm not sure what this is, but I actually kind of like it now.

“Please, be okay.” 

It’s nights like this that you were afraid of. The prepaid flip phone you carry is silent, not because you turned off the sound but because no messages are coming in. No calls, no texts, and therefore no signs of life from the only number that is saved on the phone.

You know you worry too much most of the time, and usually, he either forgets to text or he’s too busy to let you know he’s okay, but there is one thing you can always count on: Matt Murdock answers when you text him because leaving you worried in the comfort of your shared apartment, clinging to the hope he didn’t get fatally injured during his nightly patrols, would be an awful thing to do to a loved one. You need to know he’s okay. You need to know he’s alive. Your worry eats him alive, so no matter what, he finds the time to text back, even if it’s just a stupid period. He always texts back.

Tonight, you have texted him fifty-seven times in an hour. He always texts back, but tonight, he hasn’t. And it’s not his usual five-minute delay. 

You’ve been stuck whispering, “Please, be okay,” into the void of darkness, your phone, and God himself for hours and there has not yet been a sign that he is, in fact, okay. And it’s not just something that irks or frustrates you, it causes the pure essence of panic to course through your veins, grab your throat and keep you in a chokehold as you fall victim to the cruel spiral of your never-ending morbid thoughts. 

He hasn’t texted back or answered your calls in an hour and you’re starting to worry that this might be it. He might be lying in a dumpster again, barely hanging on, and this time Claire won’t be around. Or he is in the middle of a heated battle with his enemies and someone has managed to breach his suit and soon enough, he will be choking on his blood in a pool of red liquid without anyone around but him and his never-ending self-blame. He will take that to the grave, you know it. 

Your mind reels with the different possibilities, and none of them are pretty. He doesn’t simply forget to answer, that’s not like him, and he hasn’t been silent for longer than twenty minutes after being begged for a sign of life. You’re sure he hasn’t even read your messages, and at this point, you’re hyperventilating and you’re crying as you’re pacing the floorboards because damn you, Matt Murdock, you’ve had a deal. At this point, you’re sure he’s dead in a ditch somewhere and your last conversation will have been a phone call because you just had to do overtime at work. Your last conversation would have been about dinner plans you never got to fulfill. Your last conversation would have ended without an ‘I love you’ and that’s what breaks you; you love him more than anything and seeing him hurt always manages to hurt you even more, so thinking about him being dead or dying somewhere, without you, without support and without hope, it breaks the heart that loves him more than you love your own life. 

You call Foggy, you call Claire, you even call any other hospital in New York. They must think you’re crazy by now, but the nagging feeling that something is terribly wrong eats away at your heart and takes your breath away.

In front of your inner eyes, you can see his warm smile. You can feel his lips on your skin, his lingering kisses, and hushed confessions of how much he loves and adores you. You can hear his laugh and his corny jokes. But then you look further and you can see his bloody and bruised body lying there. You can see his scars, fresh wounds adorning his chest, his suit torn apart, and all of his shields gone. His chest heaves with his last few breaths and as he dies, he whispers your name. He calls out for you the way you always would when you’ve had a bad day – and you know it doesn’t compare, but you have never left each other alone when the other was struggling. You truly believed you would have more of these moments with him, you would get married and eventually start a family because you both said that it would heal the scars from your past. You wanted to move on and start a new and better life together, showing each other the love you lacked all this time from the people who were around you. But he is probably dead and there is no future for you if the man you love is dead.

You can’t imagine burying him. It hurts too much. Having to explain to Father Lantom what happened, having to stand at the altar and give a eulogy and say goodbye to him as he’s lying in an open casket, waiting to be laid to rest – these thoughts are so present, you can’t see anything but the truth in them. 

You’ve always feared this moment and now it’s here, and you don’t know how to act. You don’t know what to do. The uncertainty turns into assumptions and the assumptions turn into your worst enemy. 

He’s prepared you for this, but you refused to listen before. 

What kind of casket would Matt Murdock want, anyway?  

You choke on your own tears as you sink to your knees in front of the couch. You gave up on praying. God won’t hear you anyway. Your body is shaking and you’re not quite sure where to go with yourself, but you don’t exactly have anywhere to go either. 

You’re so focused on the only thing you can think of that you don’t hear the rooftop access creaking open or the heavy footsteps descending the stairs. 

“Sweetheart?” he sounds hoarse as he speaks into the dead of the night.

For a second, you think it’s a ghost, but then your instincts kick in and you look up, your cheeks stained with tears. 

“Oh, my God!” you say. 

Matt stands in the blue lighting of the billboard outside. His mask is on the floor, and his gloves have been discarded. He looks fine. He looks alive. 

You get off your knees and walk up to him, your steps determined. You yearn for him. Your broken heart starts mending, but the pain is still there, and the relief only makes you cry harder.

“You didn’t call,” your voice is barely above a whisper, “and I thought you died.”

His eyes soften. “My battery died,” he says. 

My battery died. You are such an idiot, you tell yourself. It’s one of the few things you haven’t even considered, and it’s the most logical. The stupid battery died because phone batteries die sometimes, and he doesn’t exactly have any other means of getting in contact when he is out there, and you have never felt more stupid for reacting the way you did. But also, the fact that there could have been some truth to your fears reminds you that your anxiety is never entirely without reason, especially not with him. Not with Matt Murdock, not with the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen as the man you fell in love with; with him, anxiety about his well-being is never entirely unreasonable. For a second though, you want nothing more than to slap yourself. 

Your breath shudders as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I thought I lost you.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He instantly hugs you close to him. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t notice until now. I’m okay, baby. I’m here. I came back.”

“You’re here.” You lean back to check his face and body for injuries, but he’s okay. You prayed and he is okay, even though you still can barely believe your own eyes. “God… don’t ever do this to me again. I hate you so much.” Your fist collided with his shoulder and his face says as much as ‘I deserved that’. 

There are not many more places you can or want to hit him before the dam you’ve put up to hold back your tears after he stepped in breaks once again. 

He holds you as you cry. Feeling him close to you alive and breathing is a small victory, but it’s enough for now. It’s enough to give you a moment of relief, being in the arms of the man you love and being safe with him as he is safe with you. 

Still, it could have gone differently and tonight could have been the night he wouldn’t have come home to you because even though phones die, so do humans and with Matt, there is a very fine line. 

His hands find your face. Slowly, he leans forward to connect your lips. The kiss is gentle yet firm, a reminder from him that he’s okay. He places your hand on his chest as he does so, making you feel his rhythmic heartbeat through the fabric of his suit. You can feel his chest rise and fall beneath your shaky fingers. 

You whimper. “You’re really okay,” you say.

“I’m okay,” he says with a smile. “Nothing happened to me.”

“But you didn’t answer and I… you always answer. You always fucking answer, Matt, but you didn’t tonight. For hours, and I… God, you always answer and you didn’t. I was so scared.”

His face contorts. He can feel the pain in your voice, the vibrations hurting his ears and shaking him to his core. He figured before that his nightly rounds around Hell’s Kitchen keep you awake and worried, but he has never seen you this distraught before. 

Gently, he pulls you close again. “I’m sorry,” is all he can really say.

He knows your fear of him dying is not so far-fetched, and if his phone hadn’t died, the reason for his disappearance could have been more serious. He knows it, and it breaks his heart to hear your own breaking. 

You nuzzle your face into his neck, close to his pulse point. You feel him swallow, counting every heartbeat with precision just like he would yours. “Don’t ever die on me,” he hears you say against his hot skin, and he holds you impossibly closer. 

“Never,” Matt promises. He’s not sure why he makes a promise he doesn’t know if he can even keep it, but there is nothing he wants more than to be by your side for the rest of his life, and he doesn’t want to sacrifice what you have for anything, not even the chase.

So he makes a promise to you and himself, “From now on, I won’t leave the house without explicitly checking if my phone is charged, and I’ll make sure to check in every hour. I won’t ever leave you for so long again, and I won’t die on you. I love you,” he says. “I love you more than anything else in this world and I want to make this work. I can’t stand watching you break your heart and head over me and that needs to stop, so I promise I’m going to do everything in my power to make this easier, and I’m going to put in the most effort I humanly can.”

His eyes are stern when he looks just a little past yours, but he’s holding your face so tightly and close to his own, you can smell his breath, and his heartbeat under your fingers tells you he’s telling the truth. 

Your tears subside and you can muster a small smile that he would have given millions to see, just this once, just to see the relief and the love in your beautiful eyes. “I love you,” he repeats.

You don’t hesitate to kiss him, firmer than the one he gave you before. “And I love you,” you say. 

“Is that… Do you think we can make this work? That I can make this work? You deserve so much better and I intend to give that to you. Hurting you is the last thing I could possibly want and I hate myself so much that I did.”

“It’s okay, I know.” Your smile turns into a knowing breath of fresh air. “It’s not your fault.”

He hesitates before nodding, registering your words and allowing them to manifest. “Okay?” 

“Yeah, okay. I trust you, Matthew. I trust you with my body, soul, and my life, so there is nothing I’d consider impossible for you,” you say. “Just… just make sure you keep your promise and stay alive for me, okay? I need you to promise me.”

Your pleading time causes his eyes to soften even more so now. “I promise,” he says although he has many times before, but it soothes your conscience and he’s happiest when you’re happy. 

He promises to give you what you deserve, and you won’t ever have to cry because of him again. It’s something he holds dear to him and will do so until the day he dies, which he will make sure isn’t soon. 

As you lie in bed, the clock striking four am, you curl into him and you whisper the three words that have become your mantra, “I love you.” 

He kisses the crown of your head, tired but happy to be in your arms again. “I love you too, Angel,” he says. 

His heartbeat remains steady beneath your ear and you know, that man loves you as much as he says he does if not more, and it allows you to relish in the feeling of having him alive and well in bed with you again so you can finally close your eyes and get some much-needed rest. 

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #daredevil x reader #gender neutral reader #matt murdock x you #reader insert #no y/n #matt murdock angst #matt murdock fluff #hurt/comfort #one shot #x reader #matt murdock fic #daredevil fic #daredevil x you #fluff #angst #i wrote this instead of sleeping #matt murdock imagines #human disaster matt murdock #not proof read #just rolled grammarly over this bitch and hoped for the best #still like it tho #lizzi writes (2am version)

[philliamwrites]

birthday girl

pairing: eren jaeger x fem! reader

warnings: ‼️18 +, minors do NOT interact‼️, edging, oral sex (fem. receiving), sex toys (vibrator, dildo), names (baby, baby girl, good girl)

a/n: it’s my birthday and i’m treating you and myself to some eren filth 🥺: eren treating yn so good with the sex toys he bought her for her birthday. please be nice to me today and send some aot boys & girls love my way, i’ll give you a big smooch! (tumblr bullied me so here is a reupload)

“I have a surprise for you.”

Nothing weird about that. It is your birthday, Eren is your boyfriend, of course he’s prepared something for you.

“It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Okay, that’s the first thing that should have set you off. Should have started warning signals blaring in your head, telling you to Beware, Beware, DANGER, because ‘fun’ for Eren means stealing a cart at 2am and having you wheel him around the parking area and down a slope right into an iron balustrade.

‘Fun’ for Eren means mixing four shots of caffeine with two red bulls and a redline, and he swears, he saw Jesus on that day but he also finished three essays in twenty minutes and managed to get through mid-term.

‘Fun’ for Eren in bed means you don’t get to cum until he allows you to.

“You’re doing so, so good,” he sighs, taking a break from lapping lazily at your cunt. When you steal a glance at him from under the arm you’ve thrown over your eyes, you see him beaming up at you. “Not that that’s a surprise.”

He punctuates his praise by angling the glass dildo so that its blunt head pushes right against the spongy bundle of nerves deep inside you. Legs shaking, you clamp your mouth shut to stifle any noise that he tries to yank out of you because you don’t want to give him that satisfaction.

“Come on, baby, let me hear how cute you sound.” He presses his tongue flat against your clit and twists the dildo, making your toes curl against his broad, warm back. Eren tightens his grip around the underside of your knees with one hand, and gives your quivering thigh a little quick kiss, right next to the bruises he’s sucked onto your skin twenty minutes ago.

“Or do you want me to be mean to you?” he croons, his hand stopping its movement completely which leaves you stuffed full with the dildo but without friction. “Bully you until you can’t think straight anymore?”

You make some noise, a mixture between a hiccup and a moan that makes you sound like an animal in heat. Eren rewards you with another kiss on the inside of your thigh, and slightly wiggles the toy until you begin to move your hips in tandem, up and down, rolling them against Eren’s hand.

“That’s it, that’s it.” Eyes glued to your drooling cunt, stretched out from the toy, Eren coos lovingly at your pussy. “Fuck yourself on it, come on.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You roll your hips against the dildo, try to take as much in, which is difficult lying on your back, legs spread. Eren’s warm, broad hand keeps massaging and squeezing your thigh. His tongue darts out and licks a hot stripe from where your hole clenches tightly around the toy up to your clit and back, up and down, up and down, until he closes his plump, slick lips around your clit and sucks hard.

Back arching, legs kicking, the delicious tension in your abdomen coils tighter and tighter with every sharp thrust and wicked flick of Eren’s tongue. You press the crook of your elbow harder into your eyes, white stars exploding in the black—close, close, you’re so close, and it all ends when Eren leans away from you and drags the toy out of you excruciatingly slow.

“Eren,” you whine, thumbing your heels against his shoulders. It’s been the third time. The third time he’s allowed you to teeter close enough to sweet, blissful release only to reel you back and leave you on dry land.

“Oh my god, would you just finally let me cum?” You kick at him weakly, until Eren catches your ankle and pulls you in until you’re half draped over his lap.

“Hm hmmm, if you beg a little more.” He tugs at your low-cut top until your tits spring free and gropes one, teases your nipple with his deft fingers. You squirm on his lap, try to feel for his boxers to pull them down but Eren catches your wrist and puts it beside your head, giving your nose a quick peck.

“Nuh-uh, we’re not done with your presents yet.” The mischievous grin on his face is so familiar—you want to kiss the corners of his mouth and also sort of smack it off his face because it means one thing: he’ll have the time of his life at the expense of your sanity.

He exchanges the glass dildo for a pink one that has a wider girth in the middle; it’s a massive thing, long and thick and your eyes widen when Eren taps the blunt head against your swollen clit.

Eren catches your expression, and chuckles. “Oh, baby, you don’t have to be scared,” he says, kissing a wet trail from your jawline to your chest where he drags his tongue over a nipple. “This is nothing compared to my dick. You can take it.”

The stretch is nothing to laugh at. The toy fills you out so good, fills you to the brim where every subtle shift and nudge of your hips pushes the toy against your tight walls, the pressure constant and relentless; the pleasure mind-numbing and maddening.

And then, Eren starts to move his hand. Twists the toy, shoves it in and out, in and out, and whenever you try to squirm away because the little showers and zaps running up your spine become too much, his grip around your waist tightens.

“Hold still, baby,” he mumbles against your hot, sweaty skin; captures your hard nipple between his teeth. “You gonna accept my present, right? Take it all in and enjoy it.”

There’s a little click, and that’s all you notice when your mind goes blank from the shocks of pleasure coursing through your body when the toy vibrates inside you. You shake against Eren who’s holding you hard against him, sucking your tit first, then leaving marks on the soft skin on your ribcage with his greedy mouth.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he mumbles, drunk on watching your coming undone from pleasure as he jams the thick dildo back inside your clenching cunt. “That’s my good girl, my beautiful birthday girl.” He rises to meet your open mouth with his, kisses you stupid, licks into your mouth and sucks on your tongue. You’re clinging to him, arms circled around his strong shoulders when he changes the angle of the toy, has the blunt, vibrating tip pointed against your g-spot.

Your climax hits you like a battering ham, hard and unforgiving, toes curling and whole body shaking as your swollen walls spasm around the hard, unyielding toy. Head thrown back, you barely feel Eren’s teeth drawing a map up your throat to your chin, sucking and biting bruises onto your skin and gifting you a pretty purple necklace for the next days to wear as he mumbles “I love you, I love you so much.”

He allows you to slide off his lap, gently placing you back into the sheets where you lie placidly and content. As you catch your breath, hips still twitching from the mind-blowing orgasm, Eren hooks his hands under your knees and draws them up until you’re folded in half, knees pressed into the mattress beside your head. You didn’t even notice when he’s shrugged off his boxers, and now he presses his hard, flushed cock against your overstimulated cunt. You squeal, a little in fear and excitement.

Eren grins. “Your birthday isn’t over yet.”

#aot smut #aot x reader #aot x you #aot x y/n #snk smut #snk x reader #snk x you #snk x y/n #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager smut #eren smut #eren x reader #eren x you #eren x y/n #phill.smut #tw.smut

[tartagliaxx]

。SINKING IN SQUARE OCEAN

━━ PAIRING: tartaglia/reader

━━ CONTAINS: modern!au, usage of childe's real name, briefly mentioned college!au, childe is over 20, exes to open interpretation, not beta'd

━━ WORDCOUNT: 0.9k

━━ NOTES: figure it's childe who drags me back here. enjoy whatever this is that i thought of at 2am and wrote while half-asleep. anyway, don't be like them who wait for or send messages to your exes xoxo

━━ CHILDE'S BIRTHDAY 2023

A taunting red circle with the number 46 written on it (in some random Sans Serif font he couldn’t care less about) mocked him. He thought about it—played with the idea of tapping the irrationally vibrant gradient of the app and just copy-pasting a half-assed 'thank you' message stored and minutely edited in his notes app before tapping send and rinsing and repeating and—in the end, he chose to cling immaturely to the sincerity hidden under the wraps of his fragile humanity. He thinks of it this way; like the unsettling emptiness that sinks in when the bouncing Sony logo doesn’t hit the corners of the television screen. He doesn’t think he can bring himself to be half-hearted to anyone when they went through the trouble of greeting him on his special day. It’s a lonely feeling to be disregarded. He knows that. He’s the special boy of the day but he feels disregarded, and it’s a lonely feeling, and he’s reminded of it all over again so he groans into his pillow, suffocates himself a little before he’s back again to staring at the taunting red circle. 46 messages but none of them were from who he wanted it from the most.

He’s prepared himself for the inevitable disappointment at least three days ago. He’s psyched himself up saying ‘C’mon Ajax! It’s just a message! You can do without it!’ because yes, he can do without another repetitive, standard greeting that may or may not have confetti or cake emojis. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t count. He doesn’t hold it against anyone if they didn’t tag him on an Instagram story with a picture of him and their person together. It was fine. Pleasantries are overrated anyway.

So why? Why did this one—or the lack of it—hurt?

He’s not the perfect boyfriend. He thinks he’s particularly an even worse ex-boyfriend because ex-boyfriends cut you some slack and give you some space and never think about your shared times together at 11:45PM the night before an early shift. Good ex-boyfriends don’t stare at their phones, refreshing profiles and friends’ profiles for even the faintest shadow of their ex. Okay ex-boyfriends don’t make burner accounts like a freaking stalker just so he can still press the tiny heart button at the corner because he does like-love it. The photo. You. Who knows. But what he does know is that even bad ex-boyfriends let go and that’s the thing. Letting go is the one thing he can’t do and it all comes rounding back to his predicament. He’s staring at the taunting red circle that remains unchanging even as he blinks and swipes and opens and exits other apps. It stays the same.

Someone knocks on the door and he mumbles an unintelligible reply. He thinks he hears a ‘Good night, ‘Jax. Happy Birthday’ from his mother. When her footsteps recede and leave him back to the solitary confines of silence and his yellowed walls, it was 12:02AM. His entire arm feels cold and it’s partly because the fan was hitting it and partly because blood has moved down from how he’s been holding his phone while lying in bed. It’s uncomfortable. He feels his palm turning sweaty too.

So he drops it.

It falls and hits his hip and he winces while it clutters to his side over rumpled Spiderman bed sheets that he’s had since he was eight. Honey-ginger fans against his freckled cheeks before it settles, closing finally and accepting the nihility that comes with the darkness.

But then he snaps them open again and he blindly reaches for his phone, furrowing his brows as he’s assaulted by the light from his lock screen—a family picture taken on a very bright sunny day. He ought to change it for midnights like this. Later though, after he sets an alarm because he has to earn some way and tomorrow, he’s on the early shift.

It’s 12:08AM when he freezes. A taunting red circle with the number 47 written on it (in some random Sans Serif font he couldn’t care less about) mocked him. His thumb hovers over it, controlled by his mind that chastises his heart for feeling ecstatic when it can be anything but the thing he wished for when he blew his birthday candles. In the end, he steels himself from disappointment all over again, tapping the corner and feeling ice-cold water pour over him as he sees your nickname.

“Happy Birthday. More birthdays to co”

He knows that—knows you, knows that the ‘o’ in the keyboard is close to the ‘send’ beside the text bar so before you could try to exit the app or pretend to be offline, his fingers that were tensing from the cold aftermath of the rain were fumbling to type a reply.

“Tank u but mt bday is yestrday :P”

He cringes at the typos and the reply and the emoticon and he never wanted to die as much as he did today, a day after his twenty-something birthday. He lost count. Time stopped for him at twenty—at the day he moved back into his family home after dropping out of college and leaving you.

With his eyes squeezed tightly, he mutters hopes and wishes to a god he didn’t believe in. Still, he was willing to convert if they spared him the aftershocks of birthday magic. It’s only ten minutes after his birthday. That’s got to count for something, right? 

Seconds trickle by slowly but it appears. Three dots circle and dance cyclically and hesitantly but they do and he knows, at least, that the conversation’s not over yet, and that for now, that’s enough.

© 2023 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐗𝐗. all rights reserved. do not copy, claim, repost or translate in any platforms but reblogs are appreciated.

#genshin #genshin imagine #genshin scenario #genshin x reader #childe x reader #genshin impact #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin self insert #gi x reader #childe #tartagila #childe x y/n #childe imagines #childe scenarios #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x y/n #—𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

[riitah]

[late night talks] - geto suguru x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: to put it short, you had insomnia. very bad insomnia.

ever since you found out about the jujutsu world and why you saw these strange creatures everyone insisted weren’t there all throughout your life, you just...couldn’t sleep.

so here you were, roaming the dorm hallways, your steps careful, light. but your peaceful stroll was interrupted by a certain classmate -- not that you minded, but still.

“what are you doing up so late, (y/n)?

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

HONORABLE MENTION: special thank-you to my beta reader “henry rumpelstiltskin III of the nuclear sock kingdom”! you caught a lot of typos for me in this one ✨

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is like, just a fluff piece. More of spending time quality time with Geto than anything too intimate. High school reader and Geto 🎉

Also, falling asleep cuddling Geto sounds so comforting ngl

Trees. Branches. And the occasional (howling) whisper of the wind. Perfect for falling asleep.

For most people, anyway.

For you, it’s been at least 23 hours since you last slept. Only 8 if you counted the 30-minute nap you took during class. And four since you tried every method to get your brain to fog up like it did whenever your teacher droned on and on about the importance of controlling your cursed energy flow.

Please just let me sleep. The teacher’s gonna yell at me again for doing it in class.

The wooden ceiling only stared back at you, offering no support whatsoever.

With a sigh, you sat up. The bed creaked at the movement, and your blankets fell from your shoulders, exposing you to the chilly night air. You pulled your knees to your chest, waiting for sleep that won’t be due until probably a few hours later.

I wish I could talk to someone right now.

It was weird. During the day, you had so much anxiety about everything that you could barely concentrate on what was happening. But now that you had the time, there was nothing.

Though you could probably start with this pre-existing world that you had just been tossed into a few weeks ago. Your parents were more open-minded than you had thought and immediately agreed to enroll you into Jujutsu Metropolitician Technical High -- or whatever it was called, you didn’t really pay attention -- as soon as they realized it was safe.

You had snorted at that. Was the school safe? Maybe. But was the job it was preparing you for safe? Not at all. A part of you wondered if they had some bias to begin with; after all, it meant that the things you saw all throughout your childhood -- things that everyone thought were your imaginary friends though you had constantly denied it -- and continued to see throughout your middle school years were real, and you weren’t just crazy.

It did bring some comfort knowing that other people saw these things too, but other than that, knowing that you had to fight them someday -- for a living, too -- made your heart fill with dread.

Maybe this wasn’t the right path for you. You had always been content with taking over your family’s soba shop, anyway.

Is it too late to unenroll myself?

15 minutes passed in silence as you rocked back and forth, and the clock lighted up to show that it was officially 2AM. Deciding that there was nothing better for you to do anyway, you left the warm comfort of your sheets and sat on the edge of the bed. Your bare feet brushed against the cold floor as you felt around for your slippers, sending goosebumps rising all over your skin.

After a few moments, you had found them (somehow, they were lying all the way at the corner of the bed). Gently, you slipped into them, and then stood up. Hoping that the walls were thick enough to prevent the sound of your footsteps from reaching your dorm neighbors, you took light steps towards the door.

After making sure that nobody was on the other side, you slowly opened it, holding your breath. Thankfully, it didn’t creak on its hinges, and you exited your room.

You couldn’t describe it very well, but the air out here was crispier and sharper, somehow. The environment was still as unfamiliar as ever, however, and you longed to be back home, away from all of this nonsense.

You looked out the window. The moon was surprisingly bright tonight, illuminating the hallways and casting long shadows along the walls.

You took a careful step forward. No sound.

You tested the floorboards a few more times before you were comfortable enough to walk around without taking six seconds per step.

This is peaceful.

You quietly hummed to yourself as you walked down the hallway, trailing two fingers that occasionally bumped into the wooden framework along the cool glass.

“(Y/N)?”

A familiar voice suddenly interrupted your night stroll, and you jumped. You turned your attention away from the stars and directed it at the person who called out your name.

Suguru, you realized. He was your deskmate, and always had a friendly smile on his face whenever the two of you talked. You weren’t best friends, but you were far from acquaintances.

Far enough for you to have caught feelings for him and for you to crave for something more.

“What are you doing up so late?” He closed the distance between the two of you by a few meters, his tone concerned.

“I, was, uhm--”

You gawked at his face for a few moments. His hair, which was usually up in a bun, framed the sides of it, giving him an almost ethereal look in the soft lighting. And his features were--

“You were...?” he repeated, amused, dragging you out of your thoughts.

You cleared your throat, embarrassed. “Taking a walk. I couldn’t fall asleep.”

He had a thoughtful look on his face. “I see.”

“So. What are you doing up so late?”

“I needed a glass of water. The training was pretty intense today. Wasn’t enough to tire you out, though.”

“I think we both saw how I walked right into Mei Mei’s crow. It’s okay, you can laugh.”

He cracked a smile as you rubbed at the area where the bird had hit you with its beak. And it was starting to throb again.

“You wanna talk?”

“Huh?”

“You clearly have a lot on your mind.”

“Says who?”

He shook his head. “Keeping it all in isn’t healthy, so what’s up?”

You reluctantly agreed and sat down, leaning against the wall. He did the same, taking a seat right next to you.

“It’s just been kind of stressful lately. Actually, ever since I started coming here, I couldn’t fall asleep. Like at all.”

He nodded in understanding. “It’s pretty hard getting used to this place.”

“Really? You seem to be taking it all in pretty well, though.” Despite also coming from a normal, non-sorcerer family, he had fit right in at this school since day one. Unlike you.

He chuckled at your response. “Trust me, I’m struggling behind closed doors. But it gets easier.”

Does it, though?

“I’m really worried about everything.” You looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers. “I don’t know if I want to get involved in all this curse stuff. I don’t exactly have the courage to face these things, you know? I thought I just needed to deal with seeing them all the time, but no, I have to fight them, too.”

“I get it.”

“You do?” You looked at him, puzzled.

“To a certain extent. Sometimes I get anxious about dying and wonder if I made the wrong choice.”

“How do you...’get rid’ of that fear?”

“The thoughts don’t go away, but remembering that I’m doing it to help people helps a lot. By taking on this role, I’m helping those who can’t protect themselves from these curses. We sorcerers exist to protect non-sorcerers -- that’s what I believe, but it’s not wrong to want to run from it all. We just have to get stronger so our chances of dying slim down.” He tilted his head to one side, looking at you with a kind smile. “I personally think you’d make a great sorcerer someday, (Y/N). Even if you don’t think so right now.”

Your cheeks heated at his words. After mumbling a quick thanks, you changed the subject to something else, the majority of your anxiety seemingly having dissipated into the air after hearing what he said. He didn’t question it.

You didn’t know how much time had passed as you two talked about random things, the topics ranging from home life to funny moments at your middle schools. By the end of the conversation -- which was marked by your yawns slowly integrating themselves into your sentences and your slow responses -- you felt as if you had known him your entire life.

He walked you to your room’s door, still laughing at the story you told him earlier. “Well, goodnight, (Y/N),” he said, wiping a tear from his eye with a finger. “I was mildly annoyed at having to get out of bed, but I’m glad I did.”

You grinned back at him, your hand on the doorknob and twisting it. “Likewise.”

The door didn’t open.

You turned to look down at it, confused, and twisted it again.

Still nothing except for a rattling sound.

You glanced at the position of the door in the hallway, eyebrows furrowed. “I’m sure this is the right door...”

Oh, crap. I think I locked it out of habit when I closed it.

“Is it locked?” Suguru asked, peering over your shoulder. “You can sleep in my room if you want.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his offer, but you shook your head. “Yeah, it is. And I can’t do that.”

“If you’re worried about anything happening, I’ll sleep outside. Make yourself comfortable.”

“Wait, no, that’s not what I meant--” You turned to him and shook your head frantically. “Suguru, I trust you a lot. I just don’t want you to lose sleep. Especially since you stayed awake for me.”

“Then I’ll take the floor,” he suggested.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the cold hard ground in your own room...”

“And I can’t have my friend who’s staying over sleep on the ‘cold hard ground’ either. You’ll catch a cold both ways.”

“Friend,” huh.

You stared at him. He stared at you back.

“...”

“...”

“I mean...I wouldn’t mind if we just shared the bed... Unless it would be too uncomfortable for you?”

He chuckled for the second time that night. “Not at all. I’ll take your reply as a yes, then?”

You nodded meekly, and he guided you to his room by placing his hand on the small of your back, sending shivers up your spine. His door unlocked with a soft click and he let you in first.

You couldn’t see very well, but from what you could make out, it was a lot tidier than you had expected. The floor wasn’t littered with dirty laundry or empty instant ramen boxes everywhere, at least.

The overall layout of the room was the same in every dorm, so you made your way to where you remembered your bed being. And thank god you were correct, because you tripped on something and fell face-first.

“You okay?” Suguru called out as he made his way to you, his voice worried.

“Yeah.” Yours was muffled, your face still buried in his blankets that smelled too much like the laundry detergent your family used, too tired to get up. “I just tripped a little.”

“Sorry about that. I didn’t get much of a chance to clean it today,” he apologized. “Ah, you’re finally worn out, aren’t you?”

“Mmhm...”

He turned you around and you felt his arms go behind your back and under your legs, but you were too tired to care. He lifted you up and gently placed you on one side of the bed before slipping in next to you.

His chest was pressed against your back despite his best efforts to maintain some distance, allowing you to feel his heartbeat. It was fast but rhythmic, and gradually slowed after he pulled the blankets above the both of your shoulders.

All of that had alerted you from your sleepy state, and you thought you were back to not being able to get a few hours in because of the proximity, but you were wrong. No sooner had you uttered a soft “goodnight” back, you had fallen asleep, the last thing on your mind being you reminding yourself to go out late at night more often.

Not hearing the quiet “I love you” from the person behind you that followed.

#geto x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x y/n #gender neutral reader #jjk geto #jjk geto suguru #jjk #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x y/n #oneshot #y/n #reader #jjk imagines

[greeneyedsigma]

Who’s-Who: Wasn't icarly that guy that girlbossed too close to the sun because he was down for Apollo?

Drake: ICARUS?

**

Drake: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

**

Luffy: You don't think I can fight because I’m a girl!

Kid: I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. For what it's worth, I don't think Who’s-Who could fight in that dress either.

Who’s-Who: Perhaps not. But I would make a radiant bride.

**

Kid: I will send my army to attack!

Kid: *releases a dumpster of raccoons*

**

Hawkins: What do you think Zoro will do for a distraction?

Who’s-Who: He’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Who’s-Who: ...or he could do that.

**

Hawkins: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something.

Drake: You left me, Luffy, and Kid in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Hawkins: I did that on purpose, try again.

**

*while waiting outside the principal’s office*

Who’s-Who: What are you in for?

Drake: Oh, they just want to know if it’s cool if I miss my classes tomorrow to run sound and lights for a presentation in the auditorium. What about you?

Who’s-Who: I stabbed a kid with a screwdriver.

Drake:

Drake:

Drake: We live very different lives.

Who’s-Who: Yes we do.

**

Luffy: I was voted “friendliest classmate” in high school.

Hawkins: I was voted “most likely to become a clown”…

Kid: You think that’s bad? HA! I was voted “most likely to get rabies”!

**

Who’s-Who: Oh, here’s my award for the most rules broken!

Drake: That’s not an award, it’s an angry letter from our boss.

Who’s-Who, hanging it on their wall: Well, it has the word ‘most’ in it, so I’m calling it an award!

**

*The gang's thoughts on stabbing*

Hawkins: Would never stab anyone.

Drake: Would stab someone in retaliation.

Luffy: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first.

Who’s-Who: Would stab without warning.

Kid: Would stab as a warning.

**

Who’s-Who: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!

Drake: Um...Neat.

*later*

Drake, lying face down on her bed: I said "Neat," Kid. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.

Kid, fiddling with his arm: Don't beat yourself up too much, Drake. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Luffy confessed her love for me?

Drake: Didn't you thank her?

Kid: *drops his screwdriver and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked her.

#one piece #sigma's one piece au #incorrect quotes #one piece au #one piece incorrect quotes #who’s who one piece #x drake #eustass kid #monkey d luffy #female luffy #female x drake #basil hawkins #ronoroa zoro #luffy x kid

[bug-bites]

whatcha lookin at buddy? :3

tw: none!! just some silly fluffy romantic hcs, also not edited bc im just an eepy lil guy

pairing: rodolfo "rudy" parra x gn!reader

summary: uhhh your boyfriend shares his silly little late night habit with you or something

characters: rodolfo "rudy" parra

notes: i never know what to title these things also i know the formatting is ugly!! i wrote this in my notes app and was too lazy to make it look decent,, <(＿　＿)>

rudy never was one to sleep early, in all honesty he seemed to do the complete opposite. he would always go to bed hours later after you. you never understood why.

it wasn't anything that made you suspicious, he wouldnt go far, most of the time he would still be at home, just outside. it was just odd, but it didnt seem like anything bad?

one night you woke up and there was an unfamiliar emptiness beside you, rudy wasnt there next to you like he was right before you fell asleep

its the middle of the night what else would this guy be doing at 2am??

so you're panicking a bit, you wake up and your boyfriend isnt next to you. sure maybe hes just pissing but you're tired and logic isnt the first thing that comes to mind

you call out for him, your throat a bit dry after you've just woken up and it comes out a bit more panicked than you intended

you sit up, eyes scanning the room looking for him- any sign of him

a sigh of relief leaves your lips, he's there. he's in your bedroom, back turned to you as he gazes upwards, out the window.

as soon as he hears his name his head whips around, why are you panicking?? whats going on?? did something happen? did you have a nightmare? most importantly, are you okay?

but he hears your sigh and you mumble something under your breath. he closes the curtains and walks towards you, gently cupping your cheek

"qué pasa?" "sorry i just- you weren't next to me and i just panicked" "nothing to be sorry for."

his voice is soft, barely above a whisper. he runs his thumb along your cheekbone, holding your cheek so tenderly it feels like you're about to melt

"it's okay. im right here."

"what were you doing?" you ask him, its about damn time he tells you anyways and you're getting curious about his strange nighttime habit "you'll find out tomorrow. its better if its a surprise." he kisses your forehead and climbs back into bed with you. "what if i dont want it to be a surprise?" "well thats not up to you. now go to sleep, cariño"

one his arms snake around your waist, the other making its way under your head, like a pillow but better

the next night, as soon as it gets dark he finally lets you in on his not so secret secret.

he grabs your hand, your fingers intertwining with his and leads you outside to a picnic blanket

"its a bit late for a picnic." you say with a yawn

he rolls his eyes as he walks over to the blanket, lying down flat on his back. you do the same, curious to what his next move was.

"stop looking at me and look up" he says with a chuckle

you listen to him and look up, hundreds of stars scattered in the distant sky. its calm, the sounds of the crickets chirping, his hand in yours, your back flat against the picnic blanket, its so serene you almost forget to breathe

"i used to do this all the time when i was younger." rudy says, breaking the silence "i would set up a mat outside and me and alejandro would lie there for hours until my mamá would yell at us to come back inside"

you look over at him, just for a second and catch him smiling as he reminisces

"i like to look at the stars when i get overwhelmed. reminds me i how small i am in the universe" "thats a bit melancholic, dont you think? the idea that we're so much smaller than the universe. like we dont matter as much as we think" you say, "i dont think of it like that. its like the world is bigger than my problems, it continues and theres so much more than just my troubles." he replies, eyes fixated on the stars "well when you put it that way, it sounds pretty nice"

the next few minutes are spent with rudy teaching you some basic constellations like the big and small dipper and then moves onto the more complex ones like ursa minor, andromeda and orion.

each constellation he points out comes with a story, as great as they look you cant help but watch him as he tells you all about them. its something he loves so deeply, you can tell from the way the corners of his mouth turn upwards as he describes them to you, the look of amazement in his eyes even though he's seen the stars hundreds of times. you cant help but fall more for him with every word he says

"i wish we met earlier. before when i was younger you could see so much more than just ...this. i wish i could've shown it to you" his tone becomes slightly bittersweet.

you don't exactly know what to say, you just wrap an arm around his torso, you mutter a soft "i know" right before you press a kiss to his cheek

the next time you two go stargazing its when you go camping together, although sure its not just in your backyard its as close as you can get with just enough clarity in the sky to see everything rudy wanted to show you :]

taglist: @pygm4li0n

#the thought of him stargazing w/ lil alejandro is so cute ashdgshajsdg #i love my boy rudy we need more content for him #also first explicitly romantic x reader thingy ever yay! #i wanna go stargazing with rudy (but more platonically) :( #rudy parra x you #rudy parra x reader #rodolfo rudy parra #rodolfo parra #rudy parra #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty headcanons

[elliexmylove]

YOU KNOW ONE DIRECTION?

Pairing: Peter Parker x GN reader

Warnings: anxiety, social anxiety

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: you meet spiderman one lonely night and listen to music together, you also meet Peter and become best friends, and maybe more?

Notes: I'm so sorry the ending is rushed but it's 2am and I'm really tired<3

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Sat lonely on the rooftop of your apartments building, music filled your ears, earphones tangled, goosebumps graced your skin from the cold breeze. It was a sad life, no friends, bad relationship with your mum who you lived with, mentally ill, the only thing giving you life at the moment was your dog, Sorren.

Thinking about going back down, lying in bed and watching Netflix or Disney+ was rudely interrupted by a person in red and blue swinging onto the roof.

Oh, spider man.

Thinking he was probably just here to take a break you stayed silent.

"Hey," a weak but friendly voice hesitantly said, voice cracking slightly.

You turned to look at him, unsure if he was talking to you, but realised of course there was no one else he could be talking to.

"Hi," You awkwardly smile, eyes darting from him to the ground.

Reaching for your phone resting on the concrete ground, you turn the volume down slightly, if he tries to talk to you again.

He points to the ground with his finger in a questioning manner, asking if it's okay to sit and you nod. Once sat, you two just stare at the city in front of you, in silence for at least five minutes.

"What're you listening to?" He questions,

"Uh well my Playlist is on shuffle and a song just finished, lemme check what's playing now."

Your phone lights up revealing your home screen and song that is about to start.

"Transgender by Crystal castles."

"Oh, I haven't heard of that." He pauses, "I'll have to listen to it now." Even with the mask you can tell he seems to be smiling,

"You can now if you'd like, I'm not sure what music you listen to so you may not like it,"

you regret saying anything at all, feeling stupid.

"Yeah sure!"

"I'll take most of my mask off but leave it covering my face,"

"I can just take the earphones out-"

"No no, I like them, it makes music better."

You smile and hand him one half of them, anxiety fills you a little, a lot of people haven't liked your music taste, you wish he'd come when you were listening to a playlist with other songs you know other people like, but this was the Playlist you listen to when sad or feeling empty.

With a sigh you relax a little, it's just music. But then you remember it's spider man and it comes back, you have just been talking to spider man. It makes you feel sick.

He probably thinks you're weird, and-

"Huh," he says, and you turn your head to look at him,

"It's not what I would usually listen to but it's cool."

"What music do you listen to?"

"Have you heard of One direction?" He seems to sheepishly grin,

Excitement takes over your anxiety. One Direction was your childhood, you still listen to it mainly for the nostalgia, but it's just great music.

"Yeah?" He says seeing the look on your face,

You nod with a smile, "who hasn't?"

Unlocking your phone, spotify appears,

"Which one?" You look to him,

"Kiss you?"

You turn your head back to your phone, typing and then playing it.

The familiar music starts playing and happiness causes a little grin on your face,

Oh I just wanna take you anywhere you like we could could go out any day any night

Spider man begins humming along to it, suddenly you feel comfortable around him, this is honestly the first time you've been happy around anyone but yourself for a while.

His head bounces to the song and you fight the urge to sing along.

"Do you think I should take the earphones out for this song?"

"Yeah,"

You pull it out of your phone and the music gets a little louder, setting the earphones aside you turn the volume up,

So tell me girl if every time we touch, you get this kind of rush, lemme say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah if you don't wanna take it slow and you just wanna take me home

He starts singing to it and you laugh,

"Hey!"

"I'm not laughing at your singing," you grin,

"And let me kiss you!" You sing, probably regretting it as you lie in bed tonight.

For the rest of the song you just hum along, having fun for the first time in a long time. And with spider man of all people.

Just as one thing starts playing sirens sound somewhere nearby,

"Aw man," he says

"This was really really fun, but I gotta go," He pulls the rest of his mask over the back of his head,

"Bye spidey,"

He smiles at the nickname under his mask, then shoots a web to a building, swinging from that to another.

You're left by yourself again, Sighing you get up, stare at the city for a second and start walking back down to your apartment, earphones now back and playing the rest of 1D's songs until you get there.

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Sorren's tail starts wagging as you walk into your bedroom, his head still lying on his paws, the room was dark, the moon and city lights lighting it up enough to see, a large window taking up basically the whole wall was placed on the right side, your double bed with comfy blankets placed in the same corner.

Sitting on the bed sorren shuffles so his head can be on your lap, your laptop's screen was still illuminated from before you left, after a large sigh you paid attention to sorren.

"Who's a good boy, did you miss me? Hm?"

He shuffles around excitedly while staying in the same spot, you rub the sides of his head a little roughly but not hurting him. He was no small dog but he loved taking up as much space on your bed as he could.

The lights were beautiful in the city as you stared at it through your window, sorren had fallen asleep in the time you sat on your bed doing nothing. It was well past twelve, you should go to sleep, a buzz broke your empty thoughts and your phone turned off as it went flat. Yet another reason to go to sleep, so in doing so the day came much quicker than you'd like.

The sun shone on you, squinting your eyes open, the dread of the day filled you, all that had to be done was school and grocery shopping, not that bad, but it was hard enough getting out of bed.

Sorren realised you had woken up and started whining from happiness, tail wagging at an alarming rate and licking around his snout as he made his way up the bed to you, a grin grew on your face as you welcomed him.

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Arriving at school the weather had turned into clouds and light rain, the best kind. Immediate dread came as you saw all of the students around, social anxiety was not fun, you stuff your hands into your pockets and your demeanour is slouched, eyes not meeting anyone.

Your head filled with thoughts of judgement, you tried to distract yourself with the thought of sorren and how you would see him at the end of the day. Heart racing you walked past people.

A particular person seemed to be staring at you, he had curly brown hair and brown eyes, breathing became difficult and sorren was no longer enough to make you feel better.

"Hi," the boy said as you walked past him,

"Hi." You tried your best to smile.

Once sat in your seat for class you calmed down a little, leg bouncing as the teacher began to speak.

After a while he asked if anyone could answer the question, you thought you knew the answer but feared it was wrong so didn't say anything, someone else said the answer and was right, you were also right and annoyed for not speaking up.

Mind drifting you accidently zone out for the most of class, and before you knew it the time for lunch had come. Everyone walked out including you to the cafeteria.

Upon arriving you got food and saw a table with only one other person sitting there, you knew she was rather quiet so figured it was perfect.

"Is it okay if I sit here?"

She looked up from her phone,

"Go for it."

With that being said you sat down, grabbing a book from your bag, with horror you saw the cover had been bent in half from the position it must have been in the bag. Bending it back the other way it helped but still a crease line and stuck out a bit.

"Hey,"

The boy that stared at you earlier was now standing next to you,

"Hello,"

"Is it okay if I sit with you?"

A flash of panic ran through you but you told yourself to stop overreacting,

"Yeah sure."

He smiled in return,

"I'm Peter,"

He said once sat down, "I'm Y/n," you said and looked back down to your book,

"Aw no its bent huh," you looked to him not used to people saying more than five words to you, "Yeah, I should've placed it more carefully in my bag,"

"Is it a good book?" He continues,

You look up again, this time just with your eyes, "Mhm."

"What's it about?" He was trying to hold a conversation with you, though he realised it wasn't quite as easy as last night on the rooftop, when he saw you today he recognised you and was excited you were in the same school as him.

"It's kinda hard to explain." You didn't leave much room for the conversation to continue, you don't really mean to but it always happens, you never know what to say.

"Okay." He smiled, he really wanted to get to know you but could see maybe now wasn't the best time, so he would try again later.

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Once school finished you walked to the supermarket, it was a bit of a walk but you didn't mind.

You opened notes and checked the grocery list, the stand of baskets was next to the entry so you grabbed one and walked into the vegetables area, which was colder than expected so you pulled your hoodie over your head.

In spotting lettuce it got placed into the basket, carrots were more expensive that you'd like but you put them into the basket as well. Walking down the cereal aisle you got cornflakes and in the refrigerator got milk.

After a while everything you needed was in the basket but deciding you wanted some snacks you walked to the aisle, a familiar person was already in the snack section, Peter.

Stopping where candy was you looked at the options, probably going to be there for a while considering the indecisive person you were.

Peter noticed you and smiled, "Hi,"

"Oh hi," you smiled back, you picked up a bag of maltesers, still wanting one other thing,

"Oh you're so right," he said before getting maltesers as well, you exhaled with your nose and smiled as a reply while still looking,

He then got some gummy snakes, "Hey do wanna hang out and eat candy?" He knew you'd most likely say no and was kinda scared for your reply, who asks a stranger to eat candy with them? He awkwardly smiles and awaits your answer.

You didn't really know what to do, in all honesty the urge to say yes was overtaking saying no, it would be so awkward though, you haven't hung out with anyone in so long.

"Yeah uh sure,"

He smiled happily, and you decided to just quickly grab some chips, you two walked down the aisle to the checkout together.

You were actually really excited to be hanging out with someone, he seemed really nice too, but you couldn't ignore your anxiety either.

You thought about asking to hang out at your apartment but felt stupid because who invites a stranger to hang out there?

It ended up being the park where you ate candy and talked, well talked as best you could, but you had to admit you really enjoyed it and was excited the whole time, always worrying about what to say or do, but he was really nice and it made you feel better.

You wondered whether you just made a friend.

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By the end of the day you piled the groceries on the bench and took your unfinished snacks to your bedroom, where sorren happily awaited you, your mum was out, so you played with him in the lounge.

Once you were tired out you decided to go to the roof again, only this time you weren't all that sad. Bringing your tote bag with the remaining chips and candy turned out to be a good idea, because spiderman was once again on the rooftop ten minutes after you got there.

The truth is he saw you and wanted to spend more time with you, he thought you were really cool.

"Well hello there," you smiled, "Hi,"

"Can I sit?"

"Mhm."

You seemed a lot more relaxed than last time. "Want any snacks?" You offered, "what have you got?"

You got the chips and maltesers, "God, I love maltesers,"

"Glad to be of service."

He lifted his mask just above his mouth, by now you were looking at the tall buildings around you, he pulled his mask back down.

"Thanks." You smiled a little in response,

"Wanna ask some random questions for fun?" You felt a little childish, but it's a good way to get to know someone.

"Sure, just as long as you don't try ask who I am," he bumps his shoulder into yours,

"Okay. I know this is the most basic question I could ask but it has to be done. What's your favourite colour?"

"Hm," he contemplates,

"Red."

"How did I guess?" He smiles under the mask, "you?"

"It's gotta be dark green, though I love so many more."

You cross your legs, "Favourite movie?" He asks.

This goes on for quite some time before he has to leave. You haven't felt this happy for quite a while, both Peter and Spiderman were so easy to like, you just worry if they actually like you.

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Four months went by, Peter and you became quite good friends, you didn't see spiderman that often but most times when you were on the rooftop he would be there a while later.

Anxiety still was a problem wherever you went but Peter made you feel a lot better when he was around, you were supposed to go to his house after school for a movie night, your biggest worry of that is if he picks a terrible movie, you didn't mind star wars but the old ones were pretty boring.

Upon meeting his aunt May you realised she was really nice, and you wouldn't be lying if you said you had a tiny crush that you annoy Peter with on purpose all the time.

School was over and done with, now getting prepared to go to Peter's your alarm went off telling you it was five p.m,

"Gonna miss you" sorren gets a good belly rub before you go. "See you soon puppy."

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You knock on the door and it opens almost instantly, Peter stands there with a grin on his face, "Hi"

"Hey," you walk in, "Hi May,"

She smiles, "Hi Y/n."

Peter drags you to the kitchen to make popcorn, you lean against the bench while waiting for the microwave,

"Wait, is that a new Lego set?" It was sitting on the table, "Yeah me and Ned built it yesterday."

You walk over to it, "Oh my gosh nice, you think you could stand building one with me?"

"Yes." Peter said a little too quickly and eagerly, making you laugh, the microwave beeped and he got the popcorn, putting it in a bowl and carrying it to the couch. You followed with the candy, putting it between you two on the couch.

"What movie have you got in mind?" You ask,

"I always choose them, you can tonight."

"Wait really? Hah nice."

You use the remote to look through disney+, "d'you want Pixar or Disney?" You question, but in your mind you've already made the decision.

"Pixar?" He looks to you, "good answer."

Ten minutes later you chose finding nemo, not having watched it in a long time you really enjoyed it, the popcorn was gone in the first twenty minutes. After eating half of the candy you both got comfortable, Peter was lying half back on the couch, his back in the corner of it, and you lay down on him slightly.

Sadly the movie ended, you didn't want to leave but even though you knew your relationship with your mum was terrible she would want you home very soon. Peter didn't want you to leave either,

"Hey d'you wanna stay the night? Like a sleepover?" He was hopeful, "thank you but I better go home,"

"Okay, well I'll see you tomorrow?"

"It's Saturday tomorrow Pete," his heart burst at the nickname and he struggled not to smile, "Oh right, uhm well would it be okay if I came over?"

"You know I'd love that but she'll be home all day."

"Okayy,"

You walk to pick up your bag, Peter quickly makes his way over to the door and gives you a hug before you leave. The feeling of happiness leaves you giddy, and so happy he's your friend.

May was in her room so you didn't say bye, but much to your disappointment you did to Peter,

"Bye I'll see you later okay?"

"Okay Bye." He smiled as you walked out the door.

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The day drifted away while you stayed in bed, you messaged Peter a little and watched a movie for a bit, but as the day dragged on into 5pm you grew to be really hungry.

Telling Peter of your starvation he was horrified, telling you to go eat, and you did. Peeling the blankets back and standing made you a bit lightheaded for a second.

In the kitchen pasta was boiling in a pot and you grated cheese, Sorren sitting right beside you, tail wagging and looking hopeful. Cheese melted and other ingredients added, the pasta was complete and put into a bowl.

The sun set while you sat at the table eating until you were very full, a blue and red suited superhero swung across some buildings as you chewed your last mouthful.

Sorren made a loud sigh curling up on his bed, you rinsed your bowl and put it into the dishwasher.

After doing nothing all day you were exhausted and collapsed on your bed, the thought of hanging out with Peter tomorrow excited you, a little rush of happiness and excitement made you smile.

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Your shoe fought with you as you struggled to put it on, your beloved converse betrayed you like this almost every time. Tying them into a double knot you were ready to go, Sorren had gone with your mum to a dog park somewhere so he wasn't there desperate to go with you.

You took the elevator down the building, beginning your walk to meet Peter once you got to the bottom, a cool breeze felt nice at first until you got a little cold and started to have an earache.

Peter stood in front of a park bench, near the supermarket where you planned to buy food and go to the park again.

"Hey," he smiled widely once he saw you,

"Hi," you smiled back,

"Ready to go in?"

"Yeah." The two of you walked together,

"Peter I'm so tired," you drawled, "I've been walking for ages,"

He got behind you to push your back making you laugh, once you were outside the doors you stumbled to make him stop,

"Okay okay thank you."

The automatic doors opened, it was cooler inside, and also very busy, grabbing your phone from your back pocket the time said 12:04, you panicked a little, that was one of the busiest times you could be here, there were so many people.

Peter noticed your quiet panic and held your hand, the gesture made you feel better, the two of you walked to get snacks, hand in hand.

"Noo there are kids on the swings," you said once at the park, "Pete go push them off,"

"What? No way that's so mean!"

"I wasn't being serious." You mumbled,

"I know." He pushed his shoulder into yours, smiling.

You ate some of the food you bought and talked, the kids got off of the swings, and that didn't go unnoticed by you,

"Quick now's our chance!" You run towards the swings, Peter grabs the food and runs with you.

"Hey Pete, could you please push me?" You could swing yourself but it's fun when other people push you.

"How high?"

"Really high,"

You felt butterflies in your stomach as you went higher, you couldn't control your laughter, the butterflies got too much for you,

"Okay wait wait wait I wanna stop," you laugh but panic a little, once you slowed down Peter grabbed your waist until you stopped completely, and even though you weren't high in the air anymore you got butterflies again.

Peter then got on the other swing, looking at you expectantly, innocence on his face,

"You want me to push you, huh?"

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Another five months went by, you were sitting at the table with Peter and May eating Chinese at their house.

"It's like Sorren is obsessed with Peter or something," you laugh, Peter had finally come to your apartment and met him.

"He almost crushed me!"

"Exactly, he loves you."

May smiled and got up, collecting the rubbish to put into the bin,

"Alright my little munchkins I'm off to bed, gotta be in early, don't stay up too late."

You cringed at the word munchkins, she did it on purpose of course.

"Night Aunt May."

"Night May."

"Wanna maybe stay the night?" Peter's eyes glistened with hope,

"Of course I would,"

"Okay uhm I have some pyjamas you can use,"

"Cool i'll get changed," you smile standing up and messing with the top of his hair.

Once changed you collapsed onto his bed, you used to sleep on the spare mattress but now it's normal just to share the bed.

The two of you continued to talk until 12am, laughing quietly in the light from the lamp in his bedside table,

you could feel his gentle breath on your face, minty from brushing his teeth earlier. You heated up a little realising how close your faces were, you couldn't deny the crush you'd developed on your best friend though you tried to the best of your ability.

He noticed you'd quietened down, a very light redness on your cheeks, this made him go a little red now also realising your closeness. His eyes glanced towards your lips involuntarily, you did as well.

He leaned in slightly, lips ghosting over yours.

You leaned in ever so slightly, ending in a kiss, he exhaled through his nose.

An alarm broke the two of you apart with a jolt, the alarm was to let the both of you know it was time to sleep.

You cleared your throat as he turned it off, not knowing what to do you quickly said "uhm I'm just gonna go sleep on the couch,"

"Wait-"

"We'll talk in the morning!" You walked out with your pillow, there were already blankets on the couch.

Morning came, and your phone woke you, your mum was calling and in your sleepiness you still remembered you didn't ask for permission to stay the night.

You squint your eyes to see the time, 6:07am.

"Hello?" You croak out groggily,

"Where are you?"

"I stayed at Peters,"

She obviously wasn't that happy but only said,

"It's a school day, come home right now and get ready please."

She hung up,

Oh shit, it is a school day

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Peter woke up later, he got up rubbing his eyes and walked to the couch, you weren't there.

He checked his phone and saw you messaged saying sorry you had to leave.

You made your way to school as fast as possible, with only five minutes to spare.

By lunch you were pretty tired, you shut your locker and saw Peter down the hall slightly shutting his as well, when he noticed you he began walking towards you.

Remembering about last you were a little awkward,

"Hi," He smiled making you a little more at ease,

"Hey Parker,"

"Listen I know now's not the best time but I cannot focus, so can we please talk?"

"Alright mister." You smile,

Peter looks around, he takes your hand and leads you to a storage closet.

"Really?"

"What?"

"A storage closet?" You bite back smile,

"I thought it might be nice to have a little privacy, sorry it doesn't meet your standards." He teases,

"Listen about the uhm, kiss,"

Anxiety swirled in your stomach but you calmed down, it's Peter, it's fine.

"I'm so sorry I should have asked! Maybe you didn't even want to and I was dumb and stupid and-"

"Wait wait no it's okay I uhm, I wanted to I promise I just, I don't know I really like you and was scared you regretted it and-"

"You like me?" You looked up at him, he had love and adoration in his eyes,

"yeah," You shyly smiled,

"I love you so much," he whispered, your mouth fell open slightly

"oh my god did I really just say that out loud,"

"Yeah, you did Pete," you laughed

"Would it be okay to kiss you right now?"

"Hm, yeah that checks out with me."

He leaned in almost instantly, kissing you, and after a minute the bell rang,

You broke the kiss, "Gotta go,"

"Noo," he leaned back in, his lips moving slowly against yours, "stay in the dark and dingy closet with me." He mumbled against your mouth, and you continued for a minute.

"Excuse me, isn't it a bit weird to be making out with my best friend?"

"Hm, no, I think it's pretty good actually." He mumbled against your lips, the two of you didn't stop until you heard the second bell a good five minutes later, "Pete we've really got to go now,"

He rested his forehead against yours, eyes suddenly lighting up,

"You know, now that I think about it maybe it is a little weird to do this with your best friend,"

You looked at him,

"Would it be less weird if it was your boyfriend?"

"Hm, you might be onto something,"

"Hey y/n?"

"Yes Peter?"

"Do you maybe wanna go on a date?"

"Sounds pretty nice to me." You smile.

In class you feel giddy, you can't really believe what just happened, and neither can Peter, but he really did love you.

You met him as spiderman

And You fell in love with him as Peter

<3

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[alexsoenomel]

Mr. Fluff (Sam Winchester x Reader fluff)

Summary: How one dog changed everything 

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: death of a pet 

Word count: 1479

Note: Another old one for you. Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)  

You woke up in the middle of the night while Sam’s hand was tightly wrapped around your waist pulling you close. It wasn’t like you had a bad dream which had been happening a lot lately; it was more of a reminder, your brain telling you how lucky you were. He was breathing into your neck sending shivers all over your body, feeling the warmth radiating from the gentle giant. He smelled like ocean with a dash of gunpowder and something you couldn’t put your finger to it, it just screamed Sam. You turned around to face him only to catch him staring back at you.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked, moving a lock of your hair off your face. You sleepily rubbed your eyes and yawned.

“No, you?”

“Woke up at 2am.” He kissed your forehead.

“What time it is now?”

“Almost 4.”

“Thank God.” You snuggled against his bare chest under the covers feeling the rhythm of his heart beat. “Did you have a nightmare?” You knew he had the same problem. With this job came bad dreams and sometimes even no sleep. Being a hunter wasn’t the easiest job but for some reason you couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

“Yeah, it was about you this time.”

“Was it bad?”

“You could say so…it was kind of a blur, you just left and…I don’t know.” He had been dreaming unimaginable things for the past few days, ever since Dean killed Death. First about Dean and the mark killing him, the second Cas being killed by other angels and third….well….you.

You kissed him, slowly and passionately earning a moan from him while he cupped your face with his strong hands. “You know I’m not going anywhere, right?”

“I know.” 

“And you know if I wanted to leave I would?”

“Yeah.” Sam smiled.

“So shut up and cuddle me.” With an ease you climbed on top of him, placing kisses on his neck.  “I love you.” You said looking at him. He was a silhouette, a Peter Pan’s shadow but his eyes were still glowing while he kept staring at your still sleepy eyes.

“I love you too.”

While you were lying on him as he played with your locks, you couldn’t help but think about your dog, Mr. Fluff.

“Sam, I miss Mr. Fluff.”

“I miss him too. You know if it wasn’t for him we wouldn’t have met.”

“True.”

******

When you moved out from your parents they gave you a dog, a golden retriever with big eyes and even bigger heart. He was only a couple of mounts old with no name or a mother. When you saw he liked sleeping with your stuffed animals that you still had from your childhood on your bed, you decided Mr. Fluff was a perfect name for him. Living alone in a big house was unusual and a little scary at first but you managed it because you had him. Mr. Fluff grew up to be a happy and loving dog; he was like a little sunshine lion. The only problem you had with him was he was adventurous which meant running away to mysterious places whenever he had a chance. He would usually get home after two days but when the whole week passed you were on the edge of losing your mind. It was Sam who found him running on the other side of town with other dogs; thank God he had a collar with address. That’s how you first met. He found your dog, and the second thought that fallowed, right after “Thank God Mr. Fluff is okay” was “God damn.” There was just something about him, something your heart had been craving for a long time. You thanked him for bringing him home but it didn’t end there, you invited him for some coffee which led to a date.

You got to know him very well while you were having dinner in one of your favorite restaurants and him being your first ever proper date made your heart skip a beat. You found out that he was staying with his brother in a motel nearby while working, so you invited them over at your place to stay as long as they need to. The second night Sam woke up, finding you on your couch with a bowl of popcorn, watching true crime documentaries. The minute he sat down your thoughts changed their direction and that direction was Sam Winchester. You talked for hours about true crime until you started to ask questions about his job. At first he didn’t want to answer you, and you didn’t force him, but he couldn’t lie to you. A whole new door had been opened when he started talking. You were always open for new things, but this was a whole different story which you found it to be awesome. He tried to tell you at one point that he wasn’t crazy; he tried so hard that you lost your patience and sealed his mouth with a kiss…your first one. The sweetness of the kiss was overpowering your anxiety and pounding heart which is why it remained the most memorable first kiss.  

Your joy with Sam Winchester and his not surprisingly hot brother Dean, lasted for few days until all hell broke loose. Sam told you about demons and other supernatural beings but you had never seen one and until this day you still wished you hadn’t. One night while you were sleeping in your warm bed with your beloved golden friend beside you, you heard front door open. You were a light sleeper so logically you woke up terrified and went straight to one of the guest rooms to get Sam (Dean was sleeping on your couch in the library). Sam woke up with a gun under the pillow and Dean with a knife, in a conclusion they were always ready to kick ass.

When they went downstairs they found a couple of demons searching for what Sam called “First Blade.” Dean told you to go hide in your room but Mr. Fluff had other plans. When you got to your room he was gone. You searched everywhere upstairs but he was nowhere to be found. He ran downstairs to barking and hoping to scare bad guys away. Those few days you spent with the Winchesters he got to know them and rather quickly became best friends with them. Sam loved him dearly and Dean, well Dean was being Dean, and had a love-hate friendship with your dog. He liked to eat Dean’s food and would always smile and swing his golden tail whenever Dean had food in his hands.

He thought they would be scared, he never saw it coming. One of the demons jumped him while the other two were too busy trying to kill Sam and Dean. You heard a whine all the way to your room…when you came downstairs he was just laying there helplessly with other three demons. He was stabbed in the stomach. Soft whines were coming from his mouth until the silence took over.

“Mr. Fluff?” You said wanting to scream.

“(Y/N) I’m so sorry we tried to stop them but-“

“He is gone?”  You cut Sam off.

“I’m so sorry.”

Losing your best friend felt like a bullet in the head. It was too much. Sam blamed himself; you blamed everything while Dean kept telling you it wasn’t anybody’s fault. He wasn’t just a dog. After you buried him in your back yard, you made a decision so impulsive it almost cost you your life multiple times. You decided to join the Winchesters. You worked in a high-end store which you found it to be meaningless and your dream of becoming a baker was long lost after your mom told you she didn’t like your cinnamon rolls and refused to pay for the cooking school you desperately wanted to go. You wanted to do something meaningful for once…Of course Dean did not approve but eventually you made a deal and started to train until you became someone again…a hunter. Mr. Fluff was always in the back of your mind with your parents who lived in an allusion that you lived an ordinary life, until the day they died (5 years after Mr. Fluff... in a car crash).

****

“That dog did more than I could ever ask for.” You said coming back to reality again.

“I haven’t told you this but when I first found him he looked like he was happy to see me.”

“Really?” You got up on your elbows to look at him.

“Yeah, it was he knew we were more than just strangers.”

“I swear to God that dog…”  

On your night stand there was a picture of you, Sam and Mr. Fluff, which Dean took the day after he was found, and he was indeed smiling.

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After days of longing, winter is no longer cold

Hualian | Short fic

This year’s winter is exceptionally cold. The snow-covered streets resemble a white ocean that seems capable of freezing one's soul just by glancing at it. The village streets are entirely deserted, as everyone is at home, trying to stay away from the cold.

Xie Lian is no exception.

That night was especially quiet. It had been about two weeks since Hua Cheng left home and went to the nearest city to sell their homemade goods. They live in a far away village and can only go on foot to the city, that’s why the time they spend travelling is always too long. So, once every three months, Hua Cheng sets off on his journey and Xie Lian stays at home. Well, it’s not like Xie Lian hasn’t offered to go, but Hua Cheng, who can’t afford to see his beloved husband suffering a minimal burden, won’t ever agree to this, and even if Xie Lian tries to reason he will not listen, instead, he will start teasing him with kisses and Xie Lian will quickly forget this topic. Therefore, such a strenuous task is left to him.

Even if this has been going on like this for years, every time they need to separate feels like tearing their souls — who are intrinsically connected, apart. It hurts like hell.

But today Hua Cheng will be back.

Now it’s past 2AM and Xie Lian is still waiting at the door, feeling his body struggling with both cold and yearning. Today is the day Hua Cheng was supposed to be back, but it’s already so late and he can catch no glimpse of him. Xie Lian sighs, feeling his heart beating anxiously as he started to get worried. And Just as he was about to go out to check if something bad had happened, he heard the voice he was most used to shouting in high spirits: “Gege!”.

He’s back!

Hua Cheng is finally back!

He looked up then felt his body then felt his body lose balance as a bigger body enveloped him. He took some steps back as Hua Cheng, who had been running for a long time, hugged him at full speed.

“San Lang, ah! My San Lang is finally back!” Xie Lian whispered, and felt the arms around him hold him harder. “Gege… Lian gege, I’d rather die than spend one more minute away from you” he said, and just as Xie Lian was about to reprimand him for saying he would rather die, he said “Don’t worry gege, I won’t ever leave you. Not even death itself can take me away from you.”

As it was awfully cold, they both got home quickly. They laid on the bed without speaking, just staring at each other’s eyes and letting their souls heal the pain of being torn apart. And just like this, they slowly fell asleep into each other’s arms.

Later that night, Xie Lian woke up. He was lying beneath Hua Cheng's chest, listening to his beloved soft snoring in his sleep. He was savoring the presence of his husband after days without seeing him, feeling the other's breath against his hair. Suddenly, Xie Lian felt his eyes welling up with tears. In the blink of an eye, he was overwhelmed by a bittersweet emotion that enveloped his entire body, sending shivers down his spine. "Ah..." he sighed, feeling tears wetting his face. He had never imagined his future would be like this. After his parents passed away, he believed he would never experience what it's like to have a family again. He also thought he would never find happiness. He was wrong, so wrong. Hua Cheng was his family. Only the thought of this would bring tears to his eyes because, heavens! How he loved him. In fact, the word 'love' couldn't even begin to represent what he felt. Loving Hua Cheng was like having his bones, already dry and broken, immersed in the sweet, warm waters of an everlasting spring. This miraculous spring rejuvenated his lifeless bones and cradled them in its embrace, as if it could heal his entire existence.

"Gege?" Xie Lian heard Hua Cheng's gentle and concerned voice, realizing that he had been awake for a while.

"San Lang, it's nothing, just..." Xie Lian didn’t finish, looking at Hua Cheng with eyes full of longing. Hua Cheng was surprised; he hadn't expected to see such an expression on Xie Lian’s face, as he thought he was crying over their dog that passed away some time ago. And suddenly seeing his beloved showing such a lovely face, he smiled, looking at him in awe, with eyes full of pampering.

"What is Lian gege thinking about, hm?" Hua Cheng asked, smiling mischievously as he saw the older one’s face turning slightly red. “Oh, I see.. Lian gege wants me to-” but then his words were interrupted by a fiery kiss. Xie Lian kissed him passionately, attempting to convey all the words hidden in his chest. And in just a second, Hua Cheng couldn't even remember his own name.

— The end.

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