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evilspiritsgoneloose · 2 years

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I didn't know you would request the third part like crazy xD, but I finally finished it after rewriting it like 5 times.

This will also be the end of the trilogy because I literarily don't have any idea more how it could continue.

Anyway, I hope you all will like it as much as the other parts

Stay hydrated and keep being awesome :D

A Little Note For You Pt.3 (End)

(SBIxFamilyMember!Reader)

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!Warning! Bullying, Swear words, Violence, Blood, Grammatical Errors (please just oversee them, if there are there)

Characters Mentioned Philza, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Technoblade, (Secret Person)

Summary The Bully strikes again, but will not laugh after it.

Word Count 2,139

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Part 1 | Part 2 |

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All of your brothers stood around you, looking at the ground where the boy was laying. No one said a thing for like a minute until Tommy began to spoke, "What was that"? As random as this even just was, you felt the eyes of your older brothers on you. You didn't know why they were starting at you but you felt the urge to just escape them and run. Run after the mysterious boy.

But you did nothing. "Let's nothing interpret something into it" Wilbur spoke "could have just been made up to humiliate Y/n" he sighed "that mammal is up to no good"

Your brother were about to head to their next class, "Are you coming?" Techno called you out. You didn't realize they were moving. Thought over thought occupied your brain. Could the boy be the secret admirer, or did someone have a crush on you. It has to be the first

You snapped back into reality as Techno laid a hand on your shoulder. You immediately looked up to him with a questionable look.

"It already rang to the next class, hurry or you will be late" With a simple nod you opened your locker again. The folded letter flew out and fell to the ground. A little heart was seen on the top.

Everyone was gone by now, only you remained. So you thought. Just as you bend down to pick up the letter, a foot stepped on the paper. Nearly hitting your fingers. You looked up only to the bully.

"Look how we have here, a human who hides behind their brothers and can't do anything on their own"

"Leave me alone. I never did you any harm"

He laughed "as if you could hurt me, you're merely only bones" he began to flex his arms "I on the other hand have all the muscles. I could beat you in an instant" he looked down at you and saw what your intention was until he interrupted.

"You were picking something up? Oh! Let me get it for you"

The bully raised his shoe. You tried to grab it before he could but he was faster.

"Give it back" you demanded with a hand open.

He held the folded paper, halfway unfolded it, "or what? You're going to shout for your brothers"

With a mischievous grin, he got closer, nose nearly touching yours.

"Give it back, I don't want to hurt you"

The bully just laughed at you, "You? Trying to hurt me?" He laughed again "baby, I wouldn't do it, I could beat you into hospital" He held the paper above himself "You're lucky that I spare you, I don't beat pussies"

Your mood got shifted by 180 degrees, "But I do" was the last thing the bully heard before a strong kick pressed him into the lockers. Immediately after, he received a well deserved punch in the face.

God bless you for training a lot with Technoblade. For self-defense, as he called it.

Just for your luck, a teacher saw you hitting him and got alerted. "Y/n Minecraft, to the director! Now!" The teacher also pointed to the bully, "you too!"

The teacher walked away to the office, as Mr. I-can-beat-you pushed you away and said an angry "Thank you, ass"

Half an hour later, you sat in the office with Phil and the mother of the bully.

The mother was crying about how someone could be so hostile against her little baby boy.

Both you and Phil knew arguing against her would lead into a wall out of pure frustration.

The behaviour of her son was well known around the school. Everyone, even the teachers, were on bad terms with him, but of course mother only thinks he could never do harm to someone.

You grin inside you over the cute pet names. Great blackmail if you would ask me.

As the meeting was over, the bell rang for the next break.

Outside were your Brothers, waiting for you. They were surprised as you left the building with Phil. Because of Tommy, they already know why Phil was here with that look on his face. A face of disappointment.

Phil only said hello to his sons and left as quickly as possible. Now all six eyes are pointed towards you.

"What did you do?!" Tommy shouted.

"I punched someone"

Wilbur and Techno, mostly Will, looked at you in shock.

"Who?" Tommy wanted to know

"School bully" you only said, but all three knew who you mend.

Now techno was alerted. Never had you punched someone without a proper reason, "what did he do?"

"Not much. Only words" you sighed, "can we please talk about something else. Dadza already gave me a lesson and I don't want another one from you guys"

"Yeah, yeah, quit complaining" Tommy started "what ever this dude did, he deserves every bit of what you've done"

The next hours ended very quickly, and the next school day began just as fast.

You thought you would have a typical Schoolday, but oh boi were you wrong. Somehow, information got leaked about you fighting the Bully. And as soon as you entered the school ground, everyone looked at you.

Some looked shocked, some looked at you as if you were the hero. But none came up to you to talk, They all just stared.

"Don't all have something better to do" Tommy called out and now everyone looks away again.

All day you could hear talking around and about you. You hoped for another letter from the secret admirer, but nothing came. As if they never existed.

You felt sad. Upon not knowing who he was, you secretly wished for him to continue giving you letters with sweet nothing's on it.

You wanted to find out who he is. Hold him and have a great time together, maybe even go on a date. You sighed, thinking it would be all over now. All because of some Shit-eating ass that made him embarrassed.

The day stretched like gum, but a smile hushed over your lips as the bell rang, calling it the end of school. You just wanted to dump your stuff in the locker and get home. As you opened the locker, a letter was seen on top of your books. First you thought it was the one from yesterday, but then you remembered that the letter is actually in your pencil case.

You took the paper and unfolded it. What's written on it made you cry a single tear.

Hi Y/n

I first didn't want to write you today out of fear I get caught and bullied again. But all day you had been sad and I don't want you to be sad anytime. Please smile. Smile so your eyes shine in the sun again. Smile so your beautiful dimples are shown.

Yours Sincerely

While reading, you began to smile at how cheesy some lines were. But they made you happy nonetheless. You put the letter in your pocket and dumped the book in the looker. Ready to go home.

You had to go alone because Tommy and Will had lessons off and Techno still had Club activities. Thou, it didn't bother you at all, so you could still come down from your little smiling and red cheeks phase, without Tommy teasing you about it. The words from the letter occupied your mind almost the whole way home.

You were interrupted and ribbed back to reality as you heard a familiar voice shout.

It came from behind a wall, so you tried to climb it and look over. But curiosity kills the cat. The Bully was there again, with someone you couldn't quiet define. To your luck, one of the Bully's followers spotted you and made everyone aware. Just as your name got called, the mood of the bully shifted. He looked straight into your eyes and he looks like he's about to kill.

As fast as possible, you tried to run away and hide, but the other one was faster and grabbed you be the collar. He pulled you back with pure force. Breathing was hard for a second.

"Do you think you can just get away after what you did to me!" He clearly sounds mad "Because of you I'm not allowed to go to parties any more!" He drags you further behind the wall "You're gonna have to pay for your actions"

The Bully pushed you against the wall and pressed you down onto the ground. Just now, you could see who he was harassing before. It was the Boy from yesterday, the secret admirer. You recognized his face. He was in your class but you hadn't had a name connected to the face.

First, the Bully slapped you with his backhand, and he then squished your face against the wall. His goons hyped him up even more. You were in a tricky situation and weren't even able to defend yourself.

Barely seconds after, a punching sound could be heard and then felt how you got freed from the bully. You saw some pink hair for a second and after heard it some terrified screams from some followers.

As you came back to your senses, you realized what had happened. Technoblade had the Bully in his left hand, raised from the ground. He then let go, causing the bully to land on his butt. Techno looked town at him like the rubbish that he is. "I hope to never see you laying your filthy hands on my sibling again. Do you understand me?" He just nods and then sprints away out of fear.

Techno goes over to you and helps you up. You immediately hug him. "Are you okay?" he asked worried. You let go and look up at him "Yeah, only a few scratches"

You looked back to the boy from your class. His back was facing you and he was about to leave.

"Hey you!" You called. He stops immediately and slowly turns around, "You mean me?"

He had a busted open lip, which was bleeding badly also had a lot of dirt on his skin. Both of you looked very beaten up.

Besides the dirt and the scratched, he was gorgeous and handsome. How did he never get your attention? You felt stupid.

You got closer to him to have a proper look at his wounds, "We should get these treated" you could see how his eyes were fixated onto you. Disbelieve and nervousness could be seen in them. Your hands reached out to his arms, also checked them for any injuries. "Y/n" he called out your name so sweet and quiet, it made you stop your heart for a second.

One of your hands locked with his and you dragged him out of this horrible place and onto the streets.

Both of you sat down at the pavement. Techno was one step ahead and brought some supplies to clean both of your Injuries up. As the good brother he his, he helped you with the spots in your face.

Just as Techno was finished, his phone rang. Phil had called him to go into the next supermarket and get something for supper. He said goodbye to you and left you in awkwardness.

The boy had the medical supplies in his hand, but hadn't started cleaning up yet.

"Um... should I help you?" you asked. His heart was racing as fast as a Formula One car. So was yours. Without a word, he gave you the supplies and you started to treat his injuries. Neither of you talked about anything. There was just pure awkward silence, Thick pure awkward silence. As it was finished he simply said a "Thank you" but that was everything.

You sat there for a good amount of minutes until you couldn't hold it in any more, "You know... You always made my day with this little letters" He smiles down to the ground. "I'm glad they made you smile" He took in a deep breath in and out "I mean every word I wrote"

Again silence.

He couldn't see it because he was still staring at the ground, but your cheeks heated up and turned red.

You collected your shit together and tried to not let out a squeal. "I never got your name?"

"Karl"

You felt brave and placed a hand on his own one. Karl turned his head around to you. Pink cheeks are visible on both of your faces. Eyes are locked together for like a minute until you two simultaneously laughed.

The awkward tension flew away and Karl initiated to hold your hand. "Do you maybe want to go on a date?" You looked back into his eyes with a smile and said "Of course, I would love to"

The End

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frogbe · 2 years

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I need help finding A fanfic!

Its a SBI x older sister! reader one. Originally posted on Tumblr. I was the one to request it, but it probably was an anonymous ask.

In the fic, the reader is like constantly taking care of them and helping out .

But one day, tommy and her go to the village, she drinks something and falls ill so the boys help take care of her.

If any can help or has any info about knowing this fic, PLEASE lmk!!!

#pls help #help finding a fic #help finding a fanfic #fiction #fanfiction #fanfic finder #fanfic finding #Fic finding #Fic finder #fanfiction finder #fanfiction finding #please help me find it #sbi fanfic #sbi x reader #sleepy bois x reader #sleepy bois fanfic #sleepy bois Inc fabric #Sleepy bois fix

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itsjustnobody0 · 2 years

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Chapter 5.

Hi guys!! Nobody here! Hope your all good and welcome to part 5 of my fan fiction. It’s about to get interesting!!! If I haven’t hit you guys with enough drama yet this is going to knock you off your feet completely! If you haven’t seen the drama in the last chapters here is the links to go catch up on it:

Chapter 1- https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/itsjustnobody0/693832797859856384?source=share

Chapter 2- https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/itsjustnobody0/693832797859856384?source=share

Chapter 3- https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/itsjustnobody0/693835729264082944?source=share

Chapter 4- https://at.tumblr.com/itsjustnobody0/chapter-4-hi-guys-and-welcome-back-i-hope-your/lbq8794dbbp8

So hopefully your all caught up! I haven’t posted in a while and I’m not feeling the best mentally but I had most of this chapter done anyway. I only write a few lines today the rest has been written for forever so I kinda forgot what direction it’s going in. Enjoy guysss!!

TW for chapter 5-

Alcohol

Dilated Pupils

Blood

Passing out

Beatings

Basements

Sharp knife

Kicking

Stabbing

All of these are briefly mentioned some not even the word, I just put them on in case. They probably won’t even trigger people who get triggered by them but just in case. Enjoy!!

Ranboo set his laptop down and logged in. I grabbed the memory stick out of my pocket, I had grabbed it after I saw Jack. I took a deep breath and plugged it in. All the videos and pictures loaded onto the screen. We clicked on the first one and saw me in a park. I was on the red and black swing, laughing while my dad pushed me. It was kinda cute, it was definitely not how I remembered my dad. We clicked the arrow and saw me with a rucksack with books in holding someone’s hand. You couldn’t see who it was. Then we clicked the arrow and found a video. We turned the sound to midway and pressed play.

The camera pointed at my dad, he wore a stained, white, tank top and his hair was messy, pupils dilated. He held a belt in his hand and he looked angry. I could here my mother laughing behind the camera, it was shacking slightly as she did. The camera then turned to what looked like a 7 year old me on the floor crying.

“GET UP YOU LITTLE BITCH.” My father shouted. I cried some more as I pulled myself up off the ground. I was shaky and unstable and I was bleeding all along my back. My dad whipped me again and again around my back making it bleed and go red. I wasn’t wearing a shirt just underwear.

I stared in shock at the computer screen, I had forgotten about them filming that. They normally only filmed the bad beatings but that was one of the first ones so I guess they wanted it for future reference. I didn’t dare look either side of me at the two boys sitting next to me. I pulled my hand towards the computer and clicked the arrow again, it was another video. I clicked play.

It was in the same room again, a basement type thing. That was where I was locked most of my life. I was a bit older this time, around ten, a year before I ended up on the streets. My father was holding a sharp knife in his right hand.

“Now, now, you little bitch. What should I draw today?” He rhetorically asked me. Of course, the condition I was in I wasn’t fit to answer anyway. My mother was once again, cackling behind the camera like the witch she was.

“I don’t feel very arty today so maybe some basic patterns. Some long lasting scars.” He pondered what he was going to do. He brought the knife to my bruised, agitated skin. He stabbed it quiet far into my back, then he dragged it in a wonky line down it. My screams pierced the air, they were super loud. My dad joined in with my mothers laughing. I soon passed out from blood loss and pain. The video ended with my father kicking my in the head, hard.

I felt both of the boys staring at me. I looked at each of them a bit nervous about what they were thinking at me. They looked sorry for me but also shocked. They probably weren’t expecting to see what they just saw but then again neither did I.

“You know what, how about that movie?” I asked them. They both quickly nodded. I took my memory stick out and placed it back into my pocket. We got on Netflix and we put on the basketball diaries and relaxed watching the movie.

(yes I know that isn’t on Netflix anymore but it’s my favourite movie so deal with it)

Eventually the movie finished and my eyes were getting heavy. I looked at the other two boys and they looked wide awake.

“What time is it?” I asked

“Almost ten o’clock.” Tubbo told me

“Oh it’s not even that late.” I mumbled

“Are you tired?” Ranboo asked me

“No not at all.” I said in the strongest voice I could master. I heard them chuckle at me.

“Heyyy. Don’t laugh at me.” I said grumpily

“Go to sleep.” Tubbo laughed.

“Well if you insist.” I nodded.

Soon after I fell asleep leaning against someone.

That night I had nightmares. Bad ones. They were all of the place. And of my parents. Memories of them beating me. Scarfing me for life, both mentally and physically. They were horrible and vivid nightmares as if I was really back there.

I was sitting in a ball on the floor, screaming loudly. I was crying, my salty tears streaming down my bruised face. I knew what was coming next, my father hovered over me holding the sharp knife, the one he used to torture me. He yanked me up by the neck, holding my off the ground slightly. I kicked and thrashed my feat in hope that he would drop me. He threw me against the wall hard, I landed on the floor with a loud thud. I couldn’t move very well, all I could do was scream and cry.

“STAND UP!” He screamed at me. I knew better then to ever disobey him so I did what he asked. I used the wall to pull myself up and face him. He looked at my with disgust. I looked down at his feet, afraid to look at him.

“LOK AT ME! NOW!” He shouted. I quickly moved my head to look at his face, it was contorted in anger. I wasn’t sure what I had actually done but my father liked to punish me for a lot of things.

He walked towards me and I tried not to whimper away. He raised his fist and punished me hard in the head. My lip busted open and I could feel the blood dribbling down my chin and neck. I looked at him again because if I didn’t it would get worse. He raised the life at me and pushed me against the wall. He held me there and put the knife up to my head. He dragged it down, making a jagged scar over my eye. It hurt so much and I tried to get away, not caring what he would do to me. Me trying to do that was a mistake, when he got to my eye he pushed the knife in. I could feel the cool blade inside my eyeball. It was so horrible and it hurt so much. At first all I could see was red out of my one eye, and then black. I was screaming and crying so much that I didn’t notice that until he dropped me. I closed my eyes and hoped this wasn’t real, I hope that not of this had happened, but it had. I opened my eyes and looked around, I couldn’t see anything, this made me cry even more, my own father had made me go blind. That was the day I knew I had to escape, that was the day I realised that anywhere was better then there.

I woke up in the middle of the night sweating and tears streaming down my face. I quickly wiped them away, I hated crying so much. I sat up and turned the lights on. I saw that I was in my own room somebody must have taken me back there. I didn’t dare go back to sleep that night.

I went to the window I had climbed out two days ago and looked out of it. I opened it and looked up. The drain I had recently climbed down was also available to climb up. I swung myself onto the windowsill and grabbed the drain. I pulled my weight over to the drain and climbed up, it was surprisingly easy to climb up. I got onto the roof, it was a red slate kinda roof, not very slippy, but also not easy to keep your balance. I slowly stood up and walked further up the roof. It was sloped a bit but not enough to make it impossible to walk on. I’m sat down and watched the sun rise, it was very beautiful. I sighed thinking about everything that had happened in the last week, it was hard to process. I missed the streets and I wanted to get back to them but I didn’t want to leave here that bad. I had made two friends, even though they probably thought I was annoying. The food here was nice enough, and I had a place to sleep. The rules were a bit shit but I could bend them enough. It wasn’t if they would kick me out, it would put me back to the start and after all the effort they had put themselves through to get me here it wasn’t worth just kicking me out again.

Soon after I heard noise from inside the house, meaning people were finally up. I climbed down from the roof and back into my room. It was starting to get messy, I made a mental note that I had to tidy it later. I put my coat and beanie on over the joggers and T-shirt I was wearing. I walked downstairs and saw Niki cooking something.

“What you making?” I asked loudly

“Pancakes.” She smiled at me. I gave her a half smile back.

“Can I have one please?” I asked politely

“Of course you can Y/n!” She answered

“Thank you.” I smiled properly this time.

I decided to watch her mix everything, it looked very confusing but also fun. She was humming something as she worked, the thing she was humming sounded familiar, like I’d heard it somewhere. Before I knew it I was singing along. I didn’t know the name of the song but I’d heard it when I was younger, it was comforting to hear something familiar. We laughed and sing together and just had a good time, I was enjoying myself and before I knew it my pancake was done.

I could only have one as I hadn’t been eating much for the last few years and I didn’t want to be sick but I enjoyed it so much. Niki’s baking was so good and she was a talented baker.

“Can you teach me how to do that?” I asked gesturing at the ingredients.

“Sure! Come here I’ll show you!”

#sleepy bois inc #sbi x reader #sleepy bois inc x reader #x reader #adoption au #sbi #philza #sleepy bois x reader #sbi adopt reader #reader insert #ranboo #niki nihachu #tubbo #tommyinnit #philza minecraft #wilbursoot #dream smp #technoblade

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eddiesghxst · 1 year

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eddie sleeps hard as fuck. like the man could sleep through a tornado and not move an inch. he’s a chronic napper and he can fall asleep anywhere at anytime. if eddie is feeling sleepy, he is going to get that shut eye, no debate.

you’ll be out eating with the gang and one minute he’s yapping away about his current hyper-fixation and then the next minute you look over and he’s slumped down in the booth, head leaned against the wall with his chin tilted down and his arms crossed over his chest. you pull him to lean against you instead so his neck doesn’t hurt from craning, and when he snuggles against you he presses a soft kiss to your neck before deeply sighing as he gets comfortable and mumbles, “you smell good.“ before knocking out again. and he snores, yeah he definitely snores. and when you tell him, he gets offended and says you’re lying.

yeah that’s it. just sleepy boy eddie.

#i am also still heavily thinking abt eddie #he’s just a sleepy boy your honor #sleepy baby eddie #just wanna smooch his fat forehead #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fanfic #drabble

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funne-fannn · 2 years

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#doggo #dogs of tumblr #sleepy #sleepy bois x reader

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cookierunauprompts · 3 months

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AU Prompt #8 - 💝💓

You stare up at the slumbering giant before you, painted in the soft glow of the moon within the forests of Beast-Yeast. Your body feels a subtle rumble with each rise and fall of the giant cookie's chest, yet nonetheless you steel yourself and get closer. " Shadow Milk Cookie..." You whisper, poking his cheek with your entire hand. He really had to stop sleeping in the forest, who knows what could happen to him? " Shadow Milk Cookie...!" Your heart almost catches in your throat when you see his eyes open, staring off into the distance before looking down unto your tiny body. It will never stop to stun you whenever you see him, his mere presence is just too... breath taking. " Reader Cookie...?" you can hear him sleepily mumble, a smile gracing his features as he stares at you with tired eyes. " Gee, whatcha doin' waking up a monster like me, hm? Aren't you afraid of getting eaten?" He teasingly cooed, trailing off into giggles at the end. " You know what I'm doing," You begin with a soft huff. " You need to stop sleeping in the forest when you go to sleep." " Oh?" He trailed off into a chuckle, slowly picking himself up. You almost lost your footing upon Shadow Milk Cookie's arm, yet he quickly relocates you into his hand as he props himself up with the other. " I thought you wanted me to get more sleep~ Somethin' about calling me a 'trickaholic'?" " That does not mean 'go sleep in the forest.'" You sighed, and yet you still accepted his sleepy morning kisses with open arms.

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Or, silly morning fluff with Shadow Milk Cookie.

#shadow milk cookie #shadow milk cookie x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run #crk #cr kingdom #cookie run au #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au prompts #headcanon ; Shadow Milk doesn't sleep much due to the fact that he's usually being mischievous.#Thus. It's pretty rare to get a sleepy morning Shadow milk #He also rarely gets tired as well. Perks of being a cookie i guess #but either way. eepy jester boy

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yeyinde · 2 months

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“When your need grows teeth” is so good I literally bite the pillow like a dog while reading it!!! I need to know more about Ghost and the ‘unlucky person was misfortune enough to unleash the muzzle on that particular dog’.!!!!!

haha i really didn't think people would pay much attention to it, tbh! i like adding little things like this into the stuff i write. a little story within a story, i guess. but i would love to flesh it out, since where it was this undertone of "oh, you..." (sort of cheeky, kinda sly when you looked at the bigger picture) with Price, it would more-so be, "oh, no..." with Ghost.

Price's original convo with Ghost would have been acknowledged as gospel and adopted into Ghost's own scripture for the longest time (since it's my weird little hc that Ghost uses Price as a yardstick for normalcy—or, almost like a needle in his morality compass), and then seeing Price give into those needs was sort of like this big moment that caused that compass to go haywire.

essentially, if Price is a starving dog, then Ghost is one on the verge of death, willing to sink his teeth into anything just to survive. and that's sort of the crux of it. in my head, Ghost would have been unleashed by this, but what took the muzzle off is his own MC, who thinks they're taking in this sick, old dog from off the streets, and helping it as much as they can, only to wake up and realise this dog is rabid. and it already bit them. but what really caused this poor person such misfortune was that little tossed in line by Price when he's volleying with Laswell about his status. Or damn near close to it. and that's what sealed their fate lmao. the implication that this baby is somehow more permanent than a ring.

idk! i like the idea of someone sweet, if a little naïve, being bit by him, a man who wakes up most days thinking he's still buried in a grave. or what happens when a living corpse feels heat for the first time in ages after being given a bed and a warm body with a soft touch. quite catastrophic, imo.

#the Ghost fic would be a legit babytrap tho lmao #like youd wake up after Simon broke into your apartment to him fucking you already and hes shushing you #and youre just a little too sleepy to realise you ran out of condoms before his deployment #not that hed have bothered anyway #youd probs wake up the next morning with him calmly drinking tea and the only thing hed say is something like #“if its a boy well name him Tommy”#and ur like fuck fuck fuckkkkkk #kinda rambled sorry!!!#but my writing really doesn't let me dive into stuff as in depth as id like without being omnipotent so whenever i get the chance i go off #ghost x reader (baby trap edition)#cod #call of duty

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iputthebomp · 1 year

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Imagining soft Katsuki. It would definitely be unexpected the first while of being together.

Here’s this violent hedgehog, who’s snuggling you and humming in response to whatever you’re talking about as he just. holds you

He’s tracing nothing, just dragging his fingers across your skin repetitively and feeling the vibrations in your chest as you tell a joke that he chuckles at.

You’re running your hands through his crazy hair and kissing his forehead whenever you want.

Just holding each other.

#soft katsuki #soft bakugou #soft bakugo katsuki #all the softness lol #bakugou katsuki x reader #Katsuki Bakugou x gn reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x gn!reader #Bnha x reader #mha x reader #my fic #he’d also scoff at your jokes let’s be honest #sleepy boy

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loopsisloops · 5 months

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Just thinking about Loki walking into the kitchen early in the morning in nothing but boxer-briefs and a t-shirt. His dark curls all over the place and his cheeks are a soft shade of pink. The corners of his eyes crinkling as he exhales a light yawn.

#my sleepy boy #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #loki x y/n #mcu loki #loki imagine #mcu #loki fluff

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poraphia · 4 months

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Maybe the soap opera drama has a tight grip on my braincells BUT

imagine siren with a love interest who keeps. Getting. Into. Bad. Relationships.

not BAD bad relationships, just— people that are kind of pricks. One guy accidentally leaves the door open and their cats escape (and he doesn’t give a single fuck, just keeps watching tv and when the reader comes home from work he’s like “oh yeah ur cats escaped a few hours ago”), another never shows up on dates, one is just an arrogant prick, the other is boring as hell and has nothing in common with the reader——

Just

that must STING for siren. Like—— he’s right there????? He’d never think that he would be ENTITLED to a relationship with the reader, NEVER— but why can’t he be your type??

10/10 angst for him id say

he can’t even convince himself that he would be BETTER for the reader because he’s a villain

idk

"i found your cat, not him."

➵ PAIRING! clinic!siren!wilbur x civilian!taken!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.17.23 | 3631 words

➵ CONTAINING! jealous wilbur, reader has a cat, reader has a bf, jester talking some sense into siren, heartbroken wilbur

➵ SAYING! this took some days to work on but look! it’s finally done! i had a lot of ups and downs and probably switched up the plot a couple times but here it is :D thank uuu @listenheresweaty for suggesting this honestly i was thinking about writing this the moment u suggested it and now i have free time so yippie. hope yall enjoy :D

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(y/n) had a reputation to have a terrible taste in partners. Whether it be a girlfriend that refused to take them on a date and made (y/n) plan all of the dates out, or the boyfriend they had now, who “accidentally” left the door open, letting their cat escape. Wilbur watched from the window as the desperate (y/n) approached any passerby, showing a picture of their feline, just to have any sort of direction as to where it might be.

Wilbur wasn’t a hero of any sorts. The clothes on his back were purchased with money robbed from the bank down the street, and the laptop he was using to do his work on was stolen from some tech store in the mall. And don’t even get him started on his body count that could fill a graveyard. His powers were venom dripping from his tongue, and he was nothing but a snake.

So what made Wil get up from his seat to tap the shoulder of a helpless (y/n)?

Maybe because this person was an interest of Wil’s for quite some time now. From seeing them inside the coffee shop from time to time, to even catching the glimpse of the back of their head as they boarded the bus— It was like this person was meant to be in Wil’s life. Though he just never had the excuse to go up to them. So instead, for weeks now, he has been admiring this person from afar, seeking for some type of opportunity to spark up a conversation.

“Hey.. Are you alright?” He asked. (y/n) turned around, a little out of breath from quickly speaking to anyone who approached them.

“Y-Yeah— no! No..” She sighed, breathlessly. They slumped against a nearby wall, almost defeated. “I— I lost my cat. She’s this sweet white ragdoll with a pink collar and big black eyes. My boyfriend left the door open and she just snuck right out! He said the cat’s been gone for a while now and he didn’t even bother helping.” They trailed off. “I know she’s here somewhere.. I don’t know..” They buried their face into their hands, frustrated with themself.

Wilbur looked at them with a tilted head and puffed up cheeks. Despite this being a stranger, he couldn’t help but feel a panging guilt in his chest. “Hey,” He placed a hand on their shoulder. “I think I might be able to find her.”

“..You think so?” They responded in a meek voice.

“I’m sure..” He replied in a gentle tone. “I usually work like really late in the city. Maybe I could find her on my way home? Just give me some form of communication and a picture and I’m sure I can find her.” He smiled reassuringly. (y/n)’s head perked up, and suddenly their face was beaming with hope. It was a look Wilbur wished he could screenshot with his eyes and keep it in his mind gallery.

“Thank you! You don’t know how much this means to me.” They gleamed. “Hold on— Let me give you my phone number. What was your name again?”

Something about this question made Wil freeze up a little. This complete stranger, telling him that he’s a good person, is also asking for his name? I mean, it’s not like its the first time someone asked his name. But being asked in such a kind and polite way, it almost took him back to when he first met Phil.

He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts.

“Wilbur,” He finally said. “Call me Wil.”

After exchanging contact information they parted their separate ways. Wil decided to pack up his stuff and head back home. He took the train to his neighborhood and spent the whole ride staring at this picture of (y/n) with their cat he learned was named “Anvil.”

The picture was a selfie taken by (y/n) with Anvil pressing her fluffy face against her owner’s soft skin. It was a cute sentiment captured by their phone camera, and Wilbur knew it was a treasured picture of theirs. He took the time to admire the cat’s features. It had a mess of white fur, and would definitely stick out like a sore thumb in the midnight dark. The train came to a halt as it had arrived to Wil’s destination. It didn’t take but a fifteen minute to arrive home.

Wilbur inserted the keys into the doorknob before pushing the door open. He kicked the door behind him closed as he placed his coat and shoes by the shoe cabinet and dresser.

“Hey, Wil,” Phil called from the kitchen.

“Hey, dad.” He shouted back. Wil threw his bag onto the couch before sliding against the sleek wooden floor to the entrance of the kitchen. Phil’s wings were loosely hanging behind him as the man stir fried some ingredients into a wok. “What’s for dinner?” Wil asked.

“Oh, just some fried rice.” Phil shrugged. “Whatcha do today? Hang out at the cafe?”

“Ah, yeah, pretty much.” Wil said, leaning against the fridge. “I, uh, met someone today.”

“Oh?” Phil said, raising an eyebrow. “Someone, you say?”

“What— Hey! It’s not like that..” Wil rolled his eyes while crossing his arms. However that wasn’t enough to convince Phil.

“Well if you say so.” Phil smirked. “So, what happened?”

Wil turned around and grabbed a glass from the cabinet before pouring himself a glass of ice cold water. He took a sip before speaking. “Well, there was this person and— I’m not quite sure what it was about them but.. They had lost their cat, and I felt really bad, so I offered to help them. They sounded so kind and stuff, but like— Apparently their cat ran away because their stupid boyfriend decided to leave the door open?! And he didn’t ever bother to help—!” Wil took a deep breath before bringing the glass back to his lips.

“—Oi, what are you bitching about?” As if on queue, Tommy emerged from the stairs. His hair was a ruffled his mess and he stumbled a little as he walked as if he had just woken up.

“Oh, Wil is just upset about someone he just met losing their cat—” Phil tried to explain, but Wil was quick to butt in.

“They didn’t lose their cat! It was their damn boyfriend!” He corrected. “Like, for hours he even knew the cat escaped and he just let it happen?!”

“Uh oh, looks like big Wil over here is catching feelings!” Tommy snickered as he wrapped an arm around Wil’s neck.

“Ugh, stop—” Wil pushed him away, but Tommy was persistent with his teasing.

“Little Wilbur has a crushy wushy and will find that cat and propose to them OoOoOo!” Tommy chirped.

“—Dad! Tommy’s being a bitch!” Wil cried as he struggled to escape Tommy’s grasp. After enough pushing, Wil was able to shove Tommy away before forcing Tommy into a headlock.

“Hey! Agh— Get off me you big bastard!” Tommy exclaimed. But Wilbur stood firm as he restricted Tom’s limbs by embracing him tightly.

“Both of you stop playing in the kitchen! Now, go get Techno because the food is ready.” Phil ordered, sternly.

Reluctantly, Wil released his grip from Tommy. Tom rubbed his arms and gave a big side-eye look to Wil.

“Bitch.” Tom muttered.

“Tommy! Go!” Phil ordered again, leaving Wilbur a snickering mess as Tom did his walk of shame toward the steps.

After dinner with the Soots (and some convincing to the family that Wilbur was not in love with this stranger he had just met), Wil dressed in his disguise and entered the night as Siren, a profound villain known in L’manburg city. His first task at hand was to find Anvil in Eastside.

He sauntered through the night with his hands in his pockets and his eyes lurking the streets. The night was cold and quiet with only the hum of the streetlights occupying his ears. But his only goal was to listen to the sweet meow of a cat lost and frigid. Every alleyway he came across he made sure to go through it thoroughly, making sure that the cat wasn’t stuck in a garbage can or in a cardboard box.

“Fuck, where is this cat..?” Siren muttered under his breath. He began whistling, making any noise imaginable to summon the feline. To no avail, no cats came running his way. Instead, a rather confused Jester jumped down from a building and right in front of Siren.

“What.. Are you doing?” Jester asked. Though he was wearing his mask, Siren could already tell he was furrowing his eyebrows.

Siren scoffed before continuing to walk. “I’m looking for a cat.” He replied. “But I can’t find her anywhere. I’m supposed to get her before the morning so I can return it to its owner.”

Jester followed behind him, his hands behind his back. “And this is important because..?”

“I-It’s important to me!” Siren retaliated, but if anything, it made him seen more desperate.

Jester sighed before shaking his head. “Don’t tell me you’re doing this just to impress someone.”

“I-I don’t know man.” Siren finally admitted, though he continued looking left and right in an attempt to find (y/n)’s cat.

“Siren, you know we can’t be doing this— y’know, trying to date and all of that. We’re villains. What do we do if they find out, and the whole syndicate is reported? Plus, you know how we are. We’re ‘evil.’” Jester made sure to put the last word into air quotes. “At least to society we are. We have to face the truth—”

Though Jester’s words were going one ear and out the other, some of them still stuck in Siren’s head. Sure, this wasn’t the first time Siren wanted to form a close bond with someone outside of the syndicate— I mean look at Tommy. He adjusted comfortably. But I guess this time it was different. This was a complete stranger that he met as a civilian, and now he was out as Siren looking for their cat! The more Siren thought about, the more he felt foolish.

Suddenly, a loud meow could be heard from an alleyway just to the left of Siren. Jester ceased his talking and looked at Siren, who was staring at Jester right back.

“Is that the—”

“Shhh..” Siren brought his finger to his lips to quiet down Jester. Slowly, Siren approached the alleyway with Jester steadily following behind him. Lo and behold was Anvil, perched on top of a cardboard box that sat right on top of a garbage can.

“How’re you going to get it?” Jester whispered.

“Just watch.” Siren cleared his throat. He picked up a spare cardboard box that was lying around and held it up near ground level for the cat to easily jump into. “Anvil, come and sit in this box.”

A moment of silence passes between the three of them as the cat laid comfortably in her seat, not planning to move anytime soon.

“Uh, was that supposed to do something?” Jester asked sarcastically. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

“What the.. Anvil, come here now!” I demanded once again. As if taunting me, the cat simply licked her paws in response. Jester couldn’t help but to burst out laughing.

“Are you telling me your powers don’t work on cats?!” Jester gasped between laughs. “That’s fucking hilarious! Hopefully the Heroes won't find out about this one!”

“Shut up, dude!” Siren fussed at him. It took a bit for Jester to settle down his laughter with hands up out of protest.

“Sorry, sorry.. I just think it’s way too fucking funny.”

“Help me get this fucking cat, dude!” Siren exclaimed, clearly annoyed now. Siren turned around, now facing the cat again. He decided to kneel down to ground level with the box now on the floor.

Siren whistled to grab the feline’s attention. “C’mere, Anvil! Come here, buddy!” But the cat simply ignored the masked man.

“Hm, do you have a picture of the owner?” Jester asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah—” Siren took out his phone and tapped on a few things before pulling up the picture of (y/n) and Anvil. Siren looked at it one last time before showing the screen to Jester. He studied the face carefully, even grabbing the phone himself for him to examine.

Then with a simple head shake, Jester transformed his face into (y/n). It was an uncomfortable sight seeing their head on Jester’s body, but it definitely sparked the interest of Anvil.

“Come here, Anvil, come here!” Jester exclaimed as knelt down. Even his voice was near identical to (y/n). Obediently, the cat hopped off of the garbage can and into the arms of Jester, purring gingerly as she snuggled into his chest. I gave Jester an amused look as he smirked smugly.

“So, am I getting paid for this?” Jester asked as he carefully placed the feline into the box.

“To be fair, you volunteered to help. I didn’t ask.” Siren replied.

“Touche.”

Siren and Jester walked together until they were able to change into civilian clothes to avoid any conflict. It was important for Jester to maintain the face of (y/n) to keep the cat as calm as possible. Despite Siren knowing that it was just his friend and business associate under that form, he couldn’t help but stare at the face of (y/n). How their hair flowed as they walked and how their eyes glowed even under the moonlight. It felt too enchanting to even be real.

“Hey, you good bro?” Jester’s voice was the only thing to throw Siren out of his delusions.

“Yeah— yeah I’m fine.” Siren muttered, looking away. Jester rolled his eyes before sighing.

“Dude, what did I just say about getting attached to anyone?” Jester lectured once again.

“I— I know.” Siren replied defeatedly. “I know..”

“It’s dangerous for you, and whoever this—” Jester pointed as his own face. “—person you’re so infatuated with. It would be dangerous for not only you, but for them too. Imagine how much trouble they would be in knowing that they’re in relations with a supervillain.”

“I know, Jester!” Siren cried. The both of them stopped in their tracks. Even the cat laid still in it’s box. The midnight crickets filled the empty air between the two villains. “I get it— it’s too dangerous for me. It’s too dangerous for them. I’m evil. I’m going to put them in danger— I just— ugh!” Siren tilted his head back in frustration.

As he bit the inside of his cheek to hold back any bitter words he had the urge to say, Jester stood there and stared at him. It hurt even more seeing the person of interest saying these words to him. Jester quickly transformed back into his regular mask and placed a hand on Siren’s shoulder.

“Look man, I’m sorry..” Jester apologized. “I’m just worried about you, alright? Don’t want anything happening to you, especially what went down this past year.” Siren tilted his head back to look at him, and though his eyes were shielded, he could tell they were full of sincerity and reassurance.

“Yeah..” Siren voiced. “I guess I’m just tired. I don’t know. Let’s hurry home soon.”

“Alright.” Jester agreed.

The two were able to change out of their villain disguises in an abandoned warehouse without anyone noticing them. They then made their separate ways, leaving Wilbur and the cat in careful silence on walk home. Once Wil made it to the front door, he was careful in making up the steps to his room where he would keep the cat. Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone’s sleep considering that Phil and Techno were at a meeting and Tom could be quite the heavy sleeper.

Wil shut his bedroom door behind him and placed the cardboard box next to his closet. Though the cat was sound asleep now, he made sure to tuck in the feline with any spare blankets he had lying around before changing into his sleepwear and laying down in bed.

Wil pulled out his phone and texted (y/n).

Wilbur Hey, able to meet me at the cafe sometime tomorrow morning? I have you cat :)

Surprisingly, they responded.

(y/n) OMG really?! Thank you so much! I’ll see you tomorrow x

‘x’? Don’t those usually mean kisses? They probably just meant it in a friendly way. Or maybe they’re showing an interest in Wilbur? Nah, that can’t be possible. But what if? What if they’re interested in Wilbur?

Regardless of what (y/n) intended when they signed off with that little letter, Wilbur only slept a mere two hours.

The next day, Wil was ecstatic despite his lack of sleep. It was as if in a blink of eye he was in bed, but then the next moment he was scarfing down his breakfast and bolting out the door with Anvil’s box in his arms.

After all this time, he finally was able to do some sort of action to get (y/n)’s attention. To finally place himself in their field of view, and maybe, just maybe, they would have some sort of interest toward him. The thought made Wilbur’s heart flutter, making him feel like his body lifted which each step he took.

Wil had finally made it to the cafe, and right on time for that matter too. The building was just up-ahead. Wilbur took a deep breath, his chest pounding from adrenaline, anxiousness, and maybe a bit of excitement sprinkled in there as well. He looked down at the cat, who was previously buried in a sheet. She was now looking up at the man with big beady eyes staring right back at him. The charm to her collar clinked as it waved side to side.

“Okay, Anvil, I’m gonna return you to your owner now, alright? I-I’m sure she’s missing you.” Though he was just simply talking to a cat, this was (y/n)’s cat. And he was returning (y/n)’s cat! He was! Not some other kind stranger, not her family, not even her dirtbag boyfriend. It was Wilbur who would be returning this cat. Without him, Anvil wouldn’t be safe and sound in someone capable to protect a feline from the treacherous night.

With a proud smile, Wil approached the cafe with confidence radiating off his strides.

This was it, he thought.

This was it.

But was it?

He looked in the window to locate (y/n), but instead he found a sight more displeasing. the sight made his heart drop and his knees weak, but it took all his strength and awareness that he was holding a cat to keep himself steady. (y/n) was huddled up next to what seemed to be their incompetent boyfriend. Their head leaned against his shoulder, but the boyfriend did not return the affection. Instead he sat with his hands both placed on his phone, seemingly playing some idle shooting game to occupy his absent mind.

It took (y/n) noticing that Wil was at the window for Wilbur to break out of his mind. Their face beamed at the sight of their cat, and immediately they got up and rushed out of the door to greet him and her feline.

“Anvil, sweetheart!” They exclaimed. The cat immediately perked her head to face her owner before jumping out of the box and into (y/n)’s arms. Wil smiled contently at the sight, however his brain felt all kinds of fuzzy. As if he wasn’t really there.

“Thank you so much! You don’t know how much this means to me. Thank you, Wil, seriously!” Something about (y/n) saying his name made him wince. It felt like a hug before a stab in the chest. Regardless, he pushed through.

“Yeah, of course. I told you I would get her as soon as possible.” Wilbur said.

“You’re an actual lifesaver! I’m sorry if she put you through any trouble. Can I buy you a coffee or?” (y/n) offered. Though the offer was tempting, he didn’t feel comfortable spending another second seeing him and them together. Especially at such a close proximity.

“I-I’m fine,” Wil quickly muttered. “I have to go somewhere in a bit. I’ll catch you later, yeah?”

“Of course! Thank you again, truly.” (y/n) smiled. He simply nodded before turning and walking away.

Though Wil could argue that the man (y/n) calls their boyfriend is a prick, it’s not like he would be any better. Just like Jester said. That man could sit on his ass all day, not care for their cat, not care for them, and yet, he would still be the better option between him and Wilbur.

Wilbur is evil.

Wilbur is a villain.

Wilbur has killed countless living people compared to that prick killing digital npcs for fun.

Though, the argument stapled in Wil’s mind.

Wil found (y/n)’s cat. Not him.

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a / n ~ poor lil baby siren he just wants love :(( mayb ill do a part 2? i loved this concept ngl. notes of all kind are super duper appreciated :)) thank u for supporting my writing!

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot oneshots #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n #clinic!wilbur #clinic!wilbur x reader #siren wilbur soot #siren #siren x reader #wilbur fanfiction #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur mcyt #wilbur hc #sleepy boys inc #poraphiafanfics

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yasuosexual · 3 months

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How would the ff14 best boys sleep non-sexually 👀

(I have healthy thoughts about Aymeric I SWEAR)

as someone with 0 healthy thoughts about aymeric, thank you for bringing some into my head 🫶🏼

warnings: drunk thancred, swearing, suggestive hint

THANCRED:

- sleeps like a fucking rock

- once he finds a position that he’s comfortable in, thancred is NOT moving. you can try everything within your power to get him to budge but you’re shit outta luck lol

- snores loud as fuck too so get ready for those earplugs. he got that dad snore bro

- 75% of the time he’s sprawled out like a starfish, taking up the majority of the bed. 25% of the time he cuddles you to sleep. you won’t be moving for the entire night so i hope you’re comfy:)

BONUS: when he’s drunk he’s extra clingy so he will pull you on top of him and death grip you so moving is harder than before (which is somehow possible)

AYMERIC:

- he’s a back sleeper and loves it when you lay on his chest

- won’t grip you to death like thancred will, but gets grouchy when you try to move. he will try to stop you, whether he’s awake or asleep, but won’t keep you from moving when you’re uncomfortable.

- aymeric won’t sleep unless you’re literally on top of him lol. he uses you like a weighted blanket!

- will play with your hair until he passes out. aymeric will keep himself awake to see that you’re asleep first and won’t ever let himself fall asleep without kissing your forehead first.

HAURCHEFANT:

- haurchefant on some big spoon little spoon type shit like he wants every inch of your body lining his like …

- he just wants to hold you all night long!!! like aymeric, he will try his best to make sure that he’s holding you safely from behind, but will let go if you are uncomfortable.

- wakes up when you stir too much and makes sure that you have enough blankets to cover you

- if you do wake up in the middle of the night, he’s right beside you to make sure everything is okay. will get you a glass of water if you’re thirsty or another blanket to cover up… although he’d rather warm you up in another way ;)

ESTINIEN:

- i feel like he sleeps like a victorian child

- estinien actually loves to cuddle before he goes to bed!!! come here pookie ~ like he wants to hold you and give you a kissy and then hopefully fall asleep like that (you on top of him)

- if you get uncomfortable and roll away, however, be warned that he is not nearly as nice as the others.

- hogs ALL of the covers so you have to fight him throughout the night for warmth. you moved away from him so now you play the price.

- even though he can be a meanie pants… if he senses that you’re having a tough time sleeping or a nightmare, estinien will bring you close to him and hold you to his chest, giving you a light kiss and a ‘i love you’ so you know it’s okay.

celly

thank you again, anon, for this awesome rq! so much fun to write and inspired me for the next thing i’d like to do!

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more-cardigan-than-woman · 6 months

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Sleepy Boy

Jason Todd x GN Reader.

Short and fluffy.

The light from your screen is all that illuminates your room, your wrist aching from where it's been sat on the edge of your desk all day. You've got no idea what time it is or when Jay's suppose to be home.

You'll go to bed soon, just one more mission. One more and then you'll get that cut scene you've been waiting all day for.

The door creaks behind you, probably the fan. It's not that late yet. You hear another creak and then suddenly a weight is pressing down on your thigh.

"Hi sweetie," you smile, your hand gently brushing through his hair, "I was expecting you for a little while yet."

"Really?" He nuzzles in closer to your leg, "it's 4am."

"Where does the time go?" You brush some of his hair behind his ear, still not taking your eyes from the screen.

"Baby, will you put me to bed?" He ask, his voice so soft and sweet you turn to look down at him. He looks so sleepy, already having shrugged off his armor.

"Give me one second," you hit save, a little disappointed you'll have to wait for your next day off to finish this mission, but how could you ever say no to that sweet face, "Okay, sweetie," you kiss his head, pulling him up by the face, "lets get you to bed."

"Will you read me a story?"

"Sure," you hug at his side, helping his tired legs carry him to bed, "what do you wanna hear tonight?"

"The one about the Dragon and its dark knight."

"That's your favourite I think."

"Yeah," he smiles dopeily up at you, "I got a bit of a crush on the Dragon."

"The knights not so bad either," you drop down on the bed as he falls onto your chest and you wrap your arm around his shoulder, "especially when he's clingy like this."

"I'm gunna cling to you forever."

"Hope that's a promise." You kiss the top of his hair, your fingers slowly trailing down his neck, his shoudler as his breathing evens out and his cute little snores fill the room.

#reader x jason todd #jason todd #jason todd x reader #x reader #jason todd fanfic #red hood x reader #reader x red hood #sleepy boy

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year

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(it was, in reality, not fine) bonus content (pt2),,,,, post chapper 10 momence

aka they r learning to share!!!!! (but they will absolutely continue to bicker over Almost Everything in the Known Universe) (yes that includes u)

bonus bonus,

get sleeped, idiot

#it was in reality not fine fic #not fine au #not fine fic #doodles #sketches #silly fluff #fluff momence #fnaf sun/moon x reader #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf moon x reader #fnaf sun x y/n #fnaf moon x y/n #soft sleepi momence #sleepi cuddle bois #bones of a rabbit fnaf #fanfic bonus

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itsjustnobody0 · 2 years

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SBI x Reader Chapter 1

Hi and welcome! I’m Nobody. This is going to be a series of chapters, it’ll probably be quite long ngl as it’s a slow burn. It’s a SBI x reader! The first chapter is really short but it gets better and longer. I hope you enjoy! I’ll try post a new chapter every day!!

TW for chapter 1-

Nothing

Ok!! Enjoy!!

Well my story has certainly been an interesting one. Interesting enough for me to be here telling you this today. My name is Y/n L/n and I am 23 years old. My story started when I was just 13. It was 10 years ago, honestly I wish I could just forget all about it. My life is something I would think everybody woukd want to forget if they’re in my position. Sometimes I wonder why I am as unlucky as I am why nothing fortunate ever happened to me. Where is some good things

did happen to me but I never realised them at the time. Maybe if I could go back in time I would, Maybe have a change of her decisions I’ve made, or try to prevent certain events from happening to me. But I can’t go back in time and I can’t change the past no matter how much I wish I could. So I know you know about me here’s my story…

#sbi #sleepy bois inc #x reader #reader insert #slow burn #adoption au #chapter 1 #sleepy bois x reader #sbi x reader #sbi adopt reader

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anilovie · 4 months

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sry i know i literally just requested something like yesterday but doing mundane things with ani and him just being happy to be with u, like grocery shopping or he’d always pump your gas for you, or going with you when you get new makeup or clothes, just happy to hold the basket/push the cart for you <<<<33333

Just had to write some quick thoughts about holiday shopping with Anakin because eeeeekk christmas!! but i refer to it as the 'holidays' cause i know not everyone celebrates xmas! enjoy!!

WC: 1.1k

CW: none, just fluff <3

I’m just thinkin’ of a pretty winter day, there’s fresh snow on the ground and in the trees, the roads are icy, green garlands laced with pinecones and cranberries strewn over all the houses decked out in twinkly lights, and it just smells like the holidays in the air.

You have some last minute shopping to do, and you and Anakin are both free alllllll day.

He’s woken up early because a tuft of snow fell from the roof and thwacked against the window on the way down… you’re a heavy sleeper and it didn’t bother you, so he decides to slip out of bed quietly and take a quick shower, then start some coffee while he waits for you to wake up.

Soon you notice the sheets have grown cold, and you stretch across the bed with a yawn, gravitating toward the sputtering sound of the coffee maker in the kitchen.

His hair is still wet and messy from his shower, eyes a little bleary from sleep, and he’s got this pouty look on his face because he despises the cold – yet he still sleeps shirtless?

You’ll never understand it, but you meet him by the counter he’s leaning against, braced on his forearms as he yawns, and feel him jump a little as your hands wrap around him from behind and find his stomach.

You mutter your “good mornings” as he reaches overhead and grabs a couple of mugs, pouring the coffee into both and then sitting at the table, both trying not to fall asleep again before you can get out of the house.

It’s still early by the time you head out the door – bundled up in winter jackets and boots to brace the snow. Anakin goes all out, cause again, he doesn’t like the cold. He wears gloves and a hat, layers his hoodies and jacket, and immediately cranks the heat as soon as you get in the car.

He insists on driving everywhere, of course. He’s the “car guy”, plus the roads are icy and you trust him more than yourself with driving in these conditions.

The roads aren’t very busy yet, and he drives slowly while chatting with you. You insist on holiday music, cause its “festive”, and beg him to pull into a drivethrough even though you just had coffee.

You need the festive coffee, too.

Ofc he agrees, and then you’re arriving at the grocery store. You hold your coffee with both hands to warm them up, and Anakin follows you around, pushing the cart while you throw items in and tick them off the list.

Those little plastic vegetable bags?? You can never get the damn things open, so you always just hand them to him, wordlessly requesting his assistance.

He’s also good for reaching for the top shelves cause he’s much taller than you.

Sometimes you send him on little errands to get something you passed by accident, and when he comes back looking for you, his face always lights up cause he found you again.

Carries all the bags to the car, and then you’re off to do some more gift shopping at another plaza. The music gets turned up and you probably make most of the conversation, talking all excited, pointing out cute Christmas decorations on people’s lawns, and planning out loud where you want to go and what to get.

The shopping plazas are packed with last minute shoppers, of course. Thankfully, Anakin’s parking skills are unbeatable. His ability to squeeze into the tightest, parallel spaces amidst rushing traffic always amazes (and terrifies) you, but it’s very useful in instances like this.

Again, he insists on carrying the bags and holds whatever you need him to, helps deliberate between certain items if you’re not sure what to get. It doesn’t take very long – he’ll forever be grateful that you’re an efficient shopper.

He makes you hook your arm around his while walking outside cause he doesn’t want you to slip on any snow or ice between the shops. Plus… you’re warm, and he likes people knowing you’re together.

Once you’re all done, you’re escaping from the busy shops, insisting on driving home this time cause the roads aren’t so bad anymore. It’s afternoon now, and the sun is all golden and making the snow sparkle. Quiet music plays in the background, and the vents are blasting warm air, and soon, as expected, you see that Anakin’s fallen asleep in the seat next to you – arms crossed over his chest, head lolled onto his shoulder, cheeks all rosy from the cold.

He always falls asleep so fast when he’s not driving, specially right now when it’s so warm in the car and you have a knack for driving smoothly and unhurried.

You also just love that he trusts you enough to sleep in the car… usually he’s such a backseat driver with Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, but not with you.

When you finally get home, you turn the engine off and just look at Anakin for a minute, unable to fight the smile off your face. He looks so cute and peaceful… you don’t want to wake him up, but you can’t leave him in the car.

“Ani? Anakin – we’re home,” you rub his shoulder gently, voice a soft, sweet whisper. He stirrs, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “Sorry,” you wince.

He mutters, “‘ts okay,” and braces himself for the gust of cold as he opens the door.

You insist he just go inside and that you can get the bags, but of course he doesn’t let you do that.

Carries like 8 million things at once cause no way is he making more than one trip.

And once he’s dropped it all off on the counter, he asks if you want a fire started, which of course you do.

So he’s all sleepy as he takes all his layers off, then gets to work stacking logs in the fireplace while you unpack everything you bought.

Soon the fire’s going, warming up your living room, and you’ve got food heating up, and the soft christmas music from the car is now playing on your speaker because it’s festive.

And you’re just flitting around the room after you eat, fixing your decorations and absentmindedly cleaning things off, and Anakin’s just so sleepy and warm that he has to hook his arm around your waist and drag you onto the couch with him to get you to relax.

You put on a holiday movie – cause it’s festive – even though you both secretly hate them.

And… he’s fallen asleep again 💕

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