#and then adam makes him sleep on the couch lmao

[rius-cave]

Lucifer wearing a duck-headed strap-on

I KNOW FOR A FACT I SAW ART OF THIS, I CAN'T REMEMBER BY WHO LOL

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

pleaser part 4 pls 🙏🙏🙏

Hiiii! I hope you like it!

Sorry I left it on a cliffhanger again but I'll have the next part this weekend if anyone wants it!

Also, I'm sorry it took so long for me to write this, but I literally had almost 20 requests in my ask box for it. HOPEFULLY it doesn't suck😭

AND I STG BAD IDEA, RIGHT?(Part 4) IS STILL COMING! I'm struggling to get the end just right lmao.

Pleaser - Stepbrother!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 4

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary: You're still sneaking around with your stepbrother, and it's looking like you have the chance to actually be together with your mom and his dad splitting up.

Contains: p in v, fingering-ish, thigh riding, stepcest but like...your mom and Ethan's dad aren't really together anymore so is it really that bad💀(I know I'm probably missing something but if I read this again, I'll delete the whole fucking thing lmao)

A/N: There's a lot of dialog in this fic, even the smut. If that's not your thing, don't read it:)

After a couple weeks of you sneaking around with Ethan, you started to get a little reckless. You knew how close you were to leaving for college, and you knew the odds of your mom sending you away at the last minute weren’t very high. It got to the point where he was sneaking through your bedroom window every night because you didn’t want to sleep without him. Then, he’d have an alarm set to wake up before Wayne and your mom would get up for work and go back to his room.

The situation between your mom and his dad seemed to be civil, even though Wayne had to sleep on the couch while he tried to find a house. He even contemplated getting an apartment for him and Ethan while they figured it out, but your mom was adamant that it wasn’t a big deal. As irritated as she was over the situation, she didn’t feel right for Ethan to bounce from place to place right before he was leaving for college anyway.

You were sure that your mom had no idea that you were still spending time with Ethan, but she started to notice little things. The flirty glances, the sneaky subtle touches. But what really let her know that you’d found a way to spend alone time with Ethan was when you were helping her make dinner, like you always did, and you put your hair up to get it out of the way. She saw the huge purple mark on the nape of your neck, and she realized that you had no idea it was even there once Ethan walked into the kitchen to see what was for dinner, and his eyes grew wide the second he saw it. He motioned for you to put your hair back down, your cheeks turning bright red. You thought she didn’t notice because she didn’t say anything, but she was planning to later that night after dinner.

Just like clockwork, you and Ethan excused yourself to go to bed right after dinner was over. He was crawling through your bedroom window as you walked over to cut the lights off, your room only lit by the moonlight that was pouring through the window before Ethan closed it and drew the curtains shut.

As you crawled in bed with him, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. Your back was pressed to his chest as your legs were spread for him, his fingers rubbing over your panties as he placed open mouth kisses along the side of your neck.

“You’re so hard,” you said, as your ass was pressed against his cock that was straining in his boxers.

“You always do this to me,” he mumbled against your neck. “I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

“You can,” you whispered, as he slid your panties to the side.

“You think you can be quiet?” he asked, a gasp slipping past your lips as he slid one of his fingers inside you.

Before you could say anything else, you heard a light knock on your door before it eased open. Ethan pulled his hand away from you as you closed your legs. You both froze in fear as you saw the silhouette of your mom as she made her way inside your room.

“Are you still awake?” she whispered, as she tried to navigate through the darkness of your room.

“Yeah, I was almost asleep. Just don’t cut the light on,” you said, your anxiety creeping up as she sat down on the foot of your bed.

“We need to talk about you and Ethan,” she said softly, “I know you’ve still been sneaking around.”

Ethan was trying to be as still as possible as he laid beside you. He was so thankful for your blackout curtains, and how you really couldn’t see anything in the room.

“I know you’re probably going to try to deny it, and I don’t want you to lie to me right now. Please be honest with me,” she said, as you took a deep breath.

“When am I going to dads?” you asked, confirming her suspicions without actually admitting to it.

“Do you love Ethan?” she asked, as you tensed up. You hadn’t said those three words yet, and you knew she was just trying to have girl talk with you to know where your feelings were, but you didn’t want to tell her when he was right behind you. “I think he loves you. He looks at you like it’s way more than just some fling.”

“It’s not just some fling,” you said, as you felt Ethan's hand rubbing against the back of your thigh. “I guess I do have really strong feelings for him.”

“I know I was upset when I first found out about the two of you, but I really like him. I’ve seen a different side of him since the weekend that Wayne and I went on our little trip,” she said, as she started to laugh to herself. “You know he used to annoy the shit out of me.”

“He’s actually really sweet,” you said, as his hand just kept moving.

“I’m not going to send you to your dads…and I think I’ll ask Wayne and Ethan to take the cameras down. They don’t really seem to be serving a purpose,” she said, “But, don’t think that I’m okay with the two of you going crazy. I don’t want to walk in here one morning and see him in your bed or something.”

“I’m not that stupid,” you mumbled, “But I’m really tired. Can we talk more about this tomorrow?”

“Of course, honey. Get some sleep,” she said, as she stood up to make her way towards the door. “If you want, we can go get stuff for your dorm tomorrow. Ethan can come, too.”

“Cool, I’ll ask him about it in the morning,” you said, as she opened the door and walked out, quietly closing it behind her.

You and Ethan laid in silence for a few minutes to give your mom plenty of time to go to bed, but he still snaked his arm around you to hold you close.

“Did she just give you permission for us to be together?” he whispered in your ear.

“I think so,” you said, smiling at the thought of it. “I’m sorry if she made things awkward.”

“I think the only awkward part was me being in the bed with you and she had no idea,” he said as he softly laughed against your neck. “Are you talking about the feelings stuff?”

“Yeah…I know we haven’t really discussed that yet. I didn’t know what to say.”

“Do you have really strong feelings for me like you said?” he said, as his hand ran up your thigh.

“I do,” you said softly.

“Good, because your mom was right…about me loving you.”

“You love me?” you asked, as he nodded his head against you.

“I have since we were left alone for the whole weekend.”

You adjusted on the bed so you were facing him, your legs tangling with his as he held you close.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” you questioned, as he sighed.

“It’s a complicated situation. I didn’t want to say it until I knew we actually had a chance to be together.”

“I love you, too, babe,” you said, as you leaned up to kiss him. You started to laugh against his lips once you felt how hard he still was, his cock brushing against you. “You’re still hard.”

“I told you; the idea of getting caught is my kink,” he mumbled against your lips. “You still want me to fuck you?”

“Mhm.”

He connected his lips to yours again, his hand running over the curve of your ass as he rubbed his cock against you. You were getting more wet by the second, the anticipation building as his tongue moved across your bottom lip. He moved his leg so his thigh was pressed against your pussy, as you started to grind against him, gasping at the friction on your clit.

Your breathing got heavier as you kept moving your hips, and once his hand on you ass was helping you move faster, you were trying so hard to be quiet. He started to groan once he felt how wet you were, your panties completely soaked as you rubbed against him.

“You think you could cum like this?” Ethan said, his tone teasing as his hand went to your hip to hold you down harder against him.

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered, as he softly laughed.

You reached between the two of you to palm him over his boxers, as he helped you move. He attached his lips to yours again to keep quiet himself, because his cock was throbbing so hard as your hand moved over the fabric. He wanted to fuck you so bad, but he wanted you to fall apart over his thigh in between your legs first.

You were whimpering into the kiss as you felt yourself start to get close. He pulled his lips away from yours, his bottom lip in between his teeth as he helped you move as fast as you could.

“Oh my god,” you said, your voice strained as he helped bring you closer to the edge.

“Try to be quiet, baby,” he said, his voice raspy as your legs started to tremble.

“I can’t,” you panted, “Fuck, we’re gonna get caught.”

“No, we’re not,” he said, as he leaned down to kiss you, hard. His mouth caught all the sounds you were trying to hard to hold in as your orgasm hit, your hand still shakily rubbing over his cock.

The grip he had on your hip loosened as you slowed down, your moans turning to soft whimpers as you started to relax against him.

“That was so hot,” he said against your lips, as your breathing started to slow.

“Now, I need to make you cum,” you said softly, reaching into his boxers to pull his cock out.

He let out a low moan once you started stroking, paying extra attention to his sensitive tip.

“Try to be quiet, baby,” you teased, “You want me to suck it?”

“I need to be inside you,” he said, “I want to feel your pussy.”

“Okay, let me grab a condom,” you said, untangling your legs from his before you rolled over to reach into your nightstand.

“I still think it’s funny that you don’t hide them under your bed anymore,” he said, chuckling as you reached into the almost empty box.

“What’s the point? My mom knows I’m not a virgin now,” you shrugged, as you felt him move closer to you, his hand pulling you towards him so your back was against his chest again.

“I can’t believe she thought you were just so innocent,” he said, as his lips went to your neck again, his hand running under the big t-shirt you were wearing. He squeezed your breast, a soft moan slipping past your lips at the feeling.

“I am innocent,” you said, your words making him squeeze you harder.

“You’re far from innocent…especially when you’re in bed with me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, playing dumb as you moved so your ass was firmly pressed against his cock.

“Keep that shit up and you won’t be able to be quiet,” he playfully warned, as he started to suck on your neck.

You moaned at the feeling as his hand moved to your hips, hooking your panties under his thumb as you adjusted to make it easier for him to slide them down. You passed him the condom, your anticipation building as you heard him open it. He rolled it on and grabbed your leg, spreading them open so it’d be easier for him to slide inside of you.

“Don’t be loud,” he reminded you, as he started to push inside you.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, feeling him stretch your walls.

“Shh, you can take it.”

Once Ethan was all the way in, he stilled to give you time to adjust, but that wasn’t what you wanted. You started to move your hips, giving your pussy the friction it was craving. He groaned at your actions as his hand started to roam under your shirt again.

“You gonna help me out or not?” you asked, once you’d been moving for a little bit and he wasn’t.

“I want you to beg me for it,” he said, as you kept moving.

“Please?” you asked, as he chuckled.

“Not good enough,” he teased, “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“So fucking bad,” you said, as his hand moved to your hip. “I need you to fuck me, please baby.”

He started to move, but it was so slow. He was helping you meet his thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting that spot every single time, but you needed so much more.

“Ethan,” you whined, as he shushed you. “Please.”

He didn’t know how quiet you were going to be, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. He started giving you hard, deep thrusts, as your hand slapped over your mouth. The grip he had on your hip was getting tighter, as your free hand started to grip at the sheets. He placed kisses along your neck as he started to whisper in your ear.

“You take my cock so well.”

“Your pussy is perfect.”

“I’ve got you.”

He knew you were getting close, the sounds muffled by your hand just getting louder as he started to go faster.

“Keep moving your hips, baby.”

You did as he said, his hand leaving your hip to rub fast circles against your clit. You were whimpering as your toes started to curl, your entire body getting hot as he brought you closer to your orgasm.

He let out a low groan when your pussy started to clench him, his fingers pressing even harder as he rubbed your clit. Your body started to arch against him as you cried out against your palm, your eyes rolling back as the intense euphoric feeling washed over you.

“Gonna cum,” he panted, as his hand went back to your hip, his cock giving you a few more hard thrusts before his grip on you got shaky. “Fuuuck.”

You both laid there, the only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing coming from the two of you until it started to return to normal. He slid out of you and crawled off the bed to navigate around the darkness of your room to the trash can to dispose of the condom before he laid back down and wrapped his arms around you. You soon dozed off with Ethan’s head nuzzled against your neck.

The next morning, you woke up with Ethan’s arms still wrapped around you. You reached over to your nightstand to check your phone, your eyes growing wide once you noticed that Ethan didn’t set his alarm.

“Babe, wake up,” you said, your hand shaking his arm as he sleepily mumbled. “Ethan, it’s almost eight.”

“Fuck,” he whispered as he sat up and jumped out of bed. “Where’s my sweatpants?”

He walked over to your curtains to let a little light in so he could see, his heart pounding in his chest one he noticed your mom working in the flower bed right outside of your window. The moving curtains caught her attention, and when she glanced up, she saw Ethan quickly trying to close them.

“Your mom’s out there,” he whisper-yelled, feeling around on your floor until he finally found his sweatpants.

“Did she see you?” you questioned, jumping off the bed to put your pajama bottoms on.

“Fuck, I don’t know,” he said, “I’m so stupid.”

You tried to think of a plan, but once you heard the front door open, you walked over to your bedroom door and eased it open to see your mom walk in.

“Out the window, now,” you said, rushing him as he did what you said.

Once he was out of your room and you closed the window behind him, you turned around to walk back to the door to see your mom standing there.

“Maybe we do need to look into you going to your dads.”

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

when Adam is pregnant, he's like a motherly sweetheart that takes care of Charlie and the other hotel staff (even Alastor to an extent) to the point where they WISHED he was actually their mom.

Adam is like, making sure the staff and Charlie are well fed and rested well, even though he's the one 4 months pregnant LMAO

At first, they were all put off by this and weren't a fan. They were all grown ups, they didn't need a mother, let alone Adam looking after them!

... A few weeks later, Lucifer comes to the hotel only to find them huddled on the couch around a sleeping Adam, even including Alastor, as if wanting to protect him and his growing baby from harm. Some are sleeping, some are not.

Lucifer:

Whaaat are you all doing?

Charlie:

Protecting Mama, of course!

Awwwww I love this it's so sweet!!

[yourhellishdaddies]

prompt: how Stolas, Adam, and Lucifer might take care of their baby who’s sick? (I’m alright with sexual / incest etc elements since this is more of a kink for me ^^) thank you!

[oh this is good timing cuz I'm p sure I caught a cold lmao 💜]

{Caring for you when you're ill}

Featuring Stolas, Adam, and Lucifer.

As soon as he realizes you're not feeling like yourself, he is wrapping you up in a blanket and placing you in a nest of pillows.

Fretting and getting his feathers all ruffled, whether it's just a small cold or something more serious, he's freaking the hell out.

"Here, let me take your temperature. No no, don't get up! Save your strength, sweetie. Daddy will take care of everything. Just try to relax."

Doting to the point of being overbearing. Refuses to leave your side for a single moment. Carries you with him to the kitchen if you're hungry, to the bathroom if you need it, etc.

Always petting your head or rubbing your back. If you need to vomit, he's right there with a cool washcloth, holding your hair back for you and whispering words of comfort to you.

"There, there, darling. Just let it out. Daddy is right here, okay? It's alright..."

Decides to put you in a diaper so you don't have to get up as much, if you're not already wearing one. He has no problem changing you or dealing with a mess. Will bathe you each and every time you have a blowout.

Makes you homemade soup and spoon feeds you in his arms. It's alright if you can't finish it, just as long as you try to get something in your belly.

Gets you the absolute best medicine available. Doesn't force you to take it if you don't want to, though. He just wants you to feel better as soon as possible! May try to coax you into taking it by mixing it into some food if he feels like you really need it.

Sings you lullabies to help you fall asleep. Absolutely adores how small and fragile you look, knowing how much trust you put in him to watch over you.

Seems slightly annoyed that he actually has to put in effort to care for you now. Not that he doesn't care, he actually hates seeing you not feeling well. But he also doesn't really have any experience caring for someone who's sick. He doesn't want to make it any worse.

"Aw, geeze kid, really? Alright, alright, c'mere. Daddy's got'cha. Shhh, it's okay."

Picks you up and carries you to the living room, setting you up on the couch with the TV. He'll put on your favorite show and watch with you.

Awkwardly tries to comfort you. Wipes your nose and pats your back, wraps his wings around you to quell your shivering.

If you're really sick, he'll actually get his ass into gear and put forth a decent effort.

Cleaning you up, making sure you drink enough water, cursing under his breath whenever you moan or groan uncomfortably.

Unintentionally discovers a new kink when you puke all over him.

"Oh, shit- H-hang on, baby. S'no big deal, lemme just- ah fuck, I'm hard."

Despite how awful you feel, you can't help but blush when you notice how flustered he is.

Leaves you for just a moment to change clothes and beat off really quick. He'll fuck you later when you're not feeling like shit.

When he returns, he holds you extra close, leaning his head on yours.

Gives you medicine even if he has to hold you down. You need to get better.

Plays you soft songs on his guitar to lull you to sleep.

The most experienced, and therefore the most comforting. Knows exactly how to soothe all your aches and pains.

Has absolutely everything under control. Calm and collected, giving you a reassuring smile.

"There's no need to worry, my duckling. Daddy can cure whatever ails you!"

Has one of those weighted and scented plush ducks that you microwave for warmth and aromatherapy. Lets you cuddle with it and keeps it constantly heated with his magic.

Sings you little nursery rhymes and gently rubs your upset tummy while you lie on your back.

Similar to Stolas in how doting he is, but not quite as overbearing, allowing you to rest on your own if you wish.

Always giving you little kisses and baby talking to you, making you smile and even laugh!

Puts on puppet shows for you when you're bored from lying in bed all day.

If you can't sleep, he'll sit up with you and hold you in his arms, gently rocking you while soft music plays.

[greatdecaygreatrenewal]

This man has been living rent free in my head for WEEKS so, whats your thoughts on cuddling w/ shigaraki ? :D

my first ask thank you! i hope u like!! :,,D

Cuddling Shigaraki HC’s

when y’all first started dating he was scared to touch you because he’s not used to physical touch like this and also doesn’t want to take any risks of accidentally turning you to dust

so the closest thing to cuddling you would get is tomura laying his head on your shoulder (vice versa), sleeping right next to you with his back turned and you hugging him.

For a while it’s been mostly you initiating the Cuddles and it makes tomura feel bad cus he doesn’t mean to come off as a distant bf. he tries to make it up with compliments and buying you gifts.

but until you find a particular set of gloves that cancel out his quirk. He will be all OVER YOU. ofc ofc after he tests the gloves out to make sure they work.

the first time y’all officially started cuddling, he wanted to be the big spoon and was very insistent on that. he laid his chin on top of your head and held on you tight. he was nervous about finally being able to hold you like this but also excited now that he can’t risk disintegrating you.

you can tell by his constant heart thumping you can feel on his chest. :,)

from now on he makes time to have cuddle sessions after he’s finished dealing w his villainous activities

very adamant about his cuddle times and he will pull you into the couch or bed with him

he loves to hold you as close as he can. you are his pillow now, he loves to squeeze you lmao

bonus if you got a soft plushy belly he loves to sleep on it and grab it sometimes, the lil shit

favorite cuddle position is his face resting in the crook of your neck or on your chest, arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his legs tangled with yours. he also likes smell you, your scent helps relax him from whatever he’s got in his mind.

loves to take naps with you. He can’t take them by himself anymore.

you will wake up before him with him sleeping literally right on top on you. good luck trying to push him off of you with out waking him up.

he snores sometimes but they’re quiet snores and they’re so cute i swear

if you wanna be the one to sleep on him he’s down for that as well. especially while he’s playing video games even. he’ll stroke your head while you doze off on his chest and give you a lil kiss on the forehead.

[gyuswhore]

Request: Hiiii love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a brothers best friend au where (any member of your choice) is the younger brother of someone from the 95z line who’s friends with you. Maybe where (member) likes you but you don’t like him back in that way? soft rejection? IDK its completely up to you! Thank you and sorry if I didn’t follow your rules. - @beabeanice

I FOUND IT OMG i thought i accidentally deleted your request but it somehow ended in my drafts lmao

I made it a Jeonghan/Vernon dynamic hope that's okay!!

masterlist

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There was little that Jeonghan kept from you; mostly because you were his best friend, but also because he found it difficult to shut up about anything.

So when you both come home from college for Christmas break, it doesn't take too long for him to finally put two and two together when he notices what his little brother's behaviour truly meant all these years.

Hansol liked you.

It took him nothing but dragging you to an empty space in stitches, barely getting the words out through his bouts of laughter.

"Han! HAN! Listen to me, for goodness sake" You shake him by the shoulders and get him to stand up straight "You will not say a word about this to Hansol, do you understand? He doesn't need to hear your stupid jabs at him, leave him alone"

"Oh?" you're met with an inquisitive stare, "Does this mean what I think it means?"

"Please, he's my little brother just as much he is yours, don't make this weird"

You left it at that, re-emerging in the gathering with a new filter for life. You had no idea how you were gonna handle this.

Hansol was treated all the same by you, a conscious decision you made to maintain nonchalance.

Despite that, you had begun to notice what Jeonghan was talking about, how minuscule changes in Hansol's behaviour were gone unnoticed by you. He would never meet your eyes, yet was always adamant that you stayed for dinner. How you'd find text messages from him asking for his brother, even though Jeonghan can find no missed calls or texts from him on his own phone.

One particular summer when you were home, Hansol announced he was going to a party while you and Jeonghan sat on the couch. It was fleeting, thinking nothing of it as you vaguely register the rev of his engine in the driveway.

It was way too late in the night when the doorbell rings. Both you and Jeonghan had passed out already, annoyed at whoever thought it was a wise decision to ring you at this hour.

Jeonghan could sleep through doomsday, so you reigned the energy to lift yourself off your awkward position on the couch before one of the sleeping parents came bounding down.

You exercised caution, peeking through the peephole as you find Hansol standing at the door.

Swinging it open, you notice very obvious wasted state and immediately ask him if he drove home.

"No, Seungkwan did, he's across the street" he mumbles, pushing himself off the edge and coming inside.

You drag him to the kitchen before he can go upstairs, attempting to give him a very resistant glass of water. He sips slowly, vaguely interested in the kitchen tiles.

"You're not gonna tell my parents about this, are you?"

You snort in response.

"You've been covering my ass for years, I'm not a snitch"

It's silent for a couple minutes as he takes forever to finish his glass of water.

"Can I tell you something?"

Smiling in response, you wonder if you could record whatever drunken confession he was about to make. For blackmail purposes, of course.

"You probably already know, but I guess you were gonna hear it from my own mouth at some point anyway"

He turns to you, suddenly sitting up straighter, a sudden air of maturity hits him, like it was a tool he needed to execute his next words.

"I've liked you for basically forever now. It was supposed to be a stupid crush on one of my brother's friends, again. But I guess you decided to stick around way into adult life"

He lets out a weak laugh before going back to the grimace he held. Empty and dejected despite the sick smile.

"Hansol..." you're not sure what you're supposed to say, added to his drunken-ness you decide to drop it.

"Let's get you to bed, hm?"

When he wakes the following afternoon, you're still in the house, helping out in the kitchen. It's silent except for the small talk you're making with his mom, as he grabs water and ice.

You find your opening when his mom leaves for a grocery run, not before patting Hansol on the cheek.

You can barely get a syllable in before he begins to speak.

"Listen about last night, I know I was drunk and stuff but...I meant it. And-"

"It doesn't have to mean anything Hansol. I get it, it happens, I'm not holding that against you. Besides, this doesn't change anything at all, you'll be seeing me just as much as you were before"

Shooting him a smile, you know what you're doing is indirect rejection. But one you deemed necessary, for your sake and his.

There's silence again as he mulls over the words you've just said to him.

"Yeah. Yeah, for sure"

There's another smile on his face, except this time it takes more courage to send.

[eyelessfaces]

OK SO I was listening to Chappel Roan and the song “casual” came on and holy shit… I’m having ideas like-

“My friends call me a loser cause I’m still hanging around” like you and Llewyn run in different circles and when your friends realize you’re hooking up with this homeless folk singer who clearly doesn’t care all that much for you they have some obvious concerns but you’re just so deep into it that you can’t get out, even though you know Llewyn doesn’t treat you the best or think of you as anything besides a quick fuck and a couch to sleep on

“You said ‘we’re not together’ so now when we kiss I have anger issues” like you’re putting so much time and effort into him, making sure he feels safe and comfortable with you and he’s just an asshole and you know he’s using you but you can’t help how much you care for him and how much you’re attracted to him and you just can’t stop even though you know it’ll only end badly

“Knee deep in the passenger seat and you’re eating me out, is it casual now?” like you can’t help but think about it every time you’re together, how adamant he is that this isn’t anything real but he’s in your bed more often than not even if he’s gone before you wake up or makes his way back to you couch afterwards and obviously y’all are getting it on any place any time because you have no self control and you feel awful afterwards but you just can’t stop

“And I try to be the chill girl that holds her tongue and gives you space” like you know what he needs and maybe you’re younger than him and you’re desperately trying to be like those cool older girls but you’re just not because you care too much to be so nonchalant all the time and you genuinely want him to be happy even if that means he’s not with you

“I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner, your parents at the table, you wonder why I’m bitter” like maybe you go out with him somewhere and run into his friends and you can tell he’s obviously a little embarrassed that you’re meeting them because you’re so different and you’re younger but when he drags you from the table it’s to the bathroom and you hate how eager you are

“I hate that I let this drag on so long, now I hate myself” like eventually you cut it off and realize that as much as you care for him he doesn’t care about you so you distance yourself and you feel awful for weeks and weeks but eventually your life gets better and you find a good person who treats you well and introduces you to his friends and isn’t embarrassed to hold your hand in public and maybe one night you run into Llewyn and he sees you with this new guy and his regret is obvious but you’re not even going to entertain that idea because you know you deserve better

Anyway, I love pain and I love making my blorbos suffer (and like as much as I love and adore my sad little kitten man we all know he’s lowkey a bitch lmao but I still love him) and the whole entire song fits but I just wanted to highlight some of my fav lyrics and also otherwise this would be so long and it’s already long bahahaha

no because what hurts the most about this is that HE WOULD. HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD.

realistically if I existed in the inside llewyn davis universe I would be his victim lmfao I'm 100% sure about that

funfact I listened to the song before reading your whole ask and I knew this would hurt but NOT THAT MUCH you somehow managed to make this worse. 😭this broke me why would you do this to me I didn't expect THIS kind of angst when you dmed me .

[catchyhuh]

sorry if this has already been asked ; but who is more like to have dreams over nightmares [ & vice versa ], are there any reoccuring ones?

i mentioned it a teeeeny tiny bit in my sleep hcs post (i should probably make a table of contents huh. or masterpoMASTERPOST THAT'S WHAT IT'S CALLED. FORGOT THE WORD) but i think it warrants really getting into because dreams as a thing that your brain just Does are so interesting to me! so let’s dive a lil deeper

slight tw for suicide and vague allusions to trauma in general

lupin:

despite being the most animated in his waking AND sleeping hours, lupin. doesn’t really remember his dreams too well. everybody dreams, in fact, i think you have 4-6 dreams a night on average, but when you can’t remember them, it doesn’t mean shit!!

on the rare occasion he DOES remember it, it’s usually just his brain repeating a past event that’s happened to him already, like, in REAL life. unfortunately, it’s usually the mundane parts, which is odd for someone who’s life is so… decidedly unmundane. maybe his subconscious is trying to tell him to chill the fuck out for 10 minutes and just go hang at an aldi’s or some shit

absolutely one of those people that knows, at face value, obviously sleeping with a book under your pillow DOESN’T magically make you absorb all the knowledge. but it’s funny to pretend. especially when the book inevitably slips from under his pillow and hits the ground with a loud THWACK, to which you can hear the others from their respective beds going “For Fuck’s Sake, Lupin”

jigen:

remembers them better than lupin, but again, doesn’t recall his dreams easily. and if he has a particularly unpleasant one just barely clinging to his mind, he forces it out before he’s even gotten out from under the covers. 

has a lot of dreams where he’s lost things. his hat and gun are most common, of course, but sometimes it’ll be something like a phone lupin’s instructed him to keep track of because it has some valuable pictures on it, or a little mirror pouch with something in it he’s not allowed to look at, so when he loses it he doesn’t even know how to DESCRIBE what he’s looking for, things like that. he’s had the same dream of goemon trusting him to hold onto zantetsuken and him losing it a handful of times too. probably doesn’t mean anything :) 

you can tell when he’s dreaming because the usually dead silent jigen will shift a bit. not noticeably, in fact, if you didn’t KNOW he usually barely moves, you wouldn’t think anything of it, but his muscles are so instinctively reflexive that even if it’s just a dream, his shoulders will tense like he’s trying to dodge away from something

fujiko:

oh baby. miss thing has SO many nightmares. i mentioned it a lil bit in the above post, but really, it doesn’t bother her as… much as it should? usually it’s the type of abstract, strange nightmare, where nothing bad is ACTUALLY happening, but for some reason, you have this horrific tight feeling in your gut throughout, like you KNOW something bad is ABOUT to happen, like it’s just on the other side of the door you’re standing in front of

however, on the plus side, fujiko IS the type to be able to remember about 2 dreams a night, and the chances of them BOTH being nightmares EVERY night is pretty damn low. her other dreams are a mix of memories and wishful thinking. in contrast to the nightmares, these are always so nice. not even necessarily luxurious (though it would be silly to pretend she doesn’t have those too lmao.) but just. her bundled up in the world’s comfiest couch, being given her favorite tea. but she doesn’t talk about THOSE dreams. she talks about the FANCY ones. she wakes up frowning because the gold diamond-encrusted cuff from her dream isn’t ACTIVELY on her person, and tells lupin “it must be fate. get me that shit plz” because it’s not lovely ENOUGH that she’s busting her OWN ass for it, but if he happens to find it, yay!!

very adamant that dreams aren’t symbolic or anything. which is. hilarious, given the fact she’s used the “but i dreamed about it! that must mean you should steal it for me” excuse numerous times. it’s not that she’s a buzzkill, and we know that, it’s just that she insists they don’t mean shit. it’s just your brain processing information from the day, all in rapid succession. which… true. but if you’re having this many dreams where your brain is trying to make your heart stop from fear that probably means something just in a real, actual real-life sense!

goemon:

goemon has a few recurring dreams, and they all bother him. but of course, he won’t tell anyone! nobody talks about their goddamn feelings in this house. the most common, although the one with the most variations, is him dying in front of people. sometimes it’s just one of them, sometimes two, sometimes its even a crowd of strangers. sometimes he’s been shot, or stabbed, or sometimes it’s by his own hand. every time, he falls to his knees in pain, and looks up, and sees watery eyes staring back at him. it’s a slow, agonizing death, even though he doesn’t feel any pain from it at any point. he wakes up, his face pale as a ghost, and… goes outside to have breakfast. that’s it. he hasn’t told any of them about it. for some reason he can’t place, it makes him feel guilty.

remembers his dreams in precise detail, which is lowkey a bit annoying, since he’d rather have more important stuff on his mind. all this psychological trauma is annoyinggg he was supposed to pick up three things from the grocery store today but all he can remember is carrots and frosted mini-wheats because of his stupid murder careeeeeer,

wishes he knew how to lucid dream, but in a passive sense. maybe one year if he gets bored and tired enough he’ll commit to it, just for funsies. i mean, to hone his skills.

zenigata:

very, VERY vivid dreams, nightmares and good ones alike. he doesn’t have as many nightmares as you might expect, because yeah, there’s multiple factors making him unhappy, but… ultimately, his brain is doing just fine processing that while he’s screaming outside of a cop car window, so there’s no need to file through all THAT again at the end of the day! so instead, here’s a dream about that cat that lived near your apartment three years ago. sleep tight pops.

talks in his sleep when he’s having a real crazy one. none of it is really decipherable, like if you were sitting on the other end of the room when he was passed out on the couch, you might baaarely be able to make out one or two guesses, but it’s mostly words running together. except when you’ve made your peace and started tuning him out then he’ll shout something very suddenly and very forcefully AND HE WON’T EVEN WAKE UP FROM IT

TELLS people the same as fujiko: dreams are just a brain thing, not anything meaningful, but sometimes, if he’s woken up early after a real crazy dream involving jail bars and handcuffs and throwing away the key, he sits there and stares at the ceiling, thinking to himself about why his brain sees him locked up in a cage. that… that doesn’t MEAN anything, that’s just his brain doing a little what-if scenario. right? his subconscious can’t be trying to spell out for him that he’s his own undoing-- OOPS THERE’S THE ALARM CLOCK GOTTA GET UP N SHAVE

[pastorfutureletthembe]

For a moment, I thought this was about the actual Photo Studio's work. Which we need to talk about more.

It's been obvious to me that Lu Guang is literally the face of their business and that's why Cheng Xiaoshi is so adamant to promote him as such. Although he is not clumsy, he has no skill and seemingly no interest in much. Granted, they don't have many clients coming there for photos, but he has never been seen in the dark room for instance. Twelve hours of diving, you would think he would make some work done but he mostly sits on the couch of the sunroom haha.

Lu Guang spends his days sleeping, eating, and cleaning the shop.

He could be a housewife if it wasn't so clear that Cheng Xiaoshi bears most of the mental load in this house (only regarding their daily life, because we all know time travel stuff takes a toll on Lu Guang). For all his wisdom, he never gave advice on how to handle the shop and I'm pretty sure he doesn't do their taxes. It doesn't seem like he often goes grocery shopping since they eat noodles and take outs almost everyday. In fact, Lu Guang is barely seen outside alone. It is canon that Cheng Xiaoshi knows how to cook but he's either too lazy or broke to do it. Lu Guang just doesn't do much to be fair.

Color me surprised regarding all almighty LCLA!Lu Guang, waking up early to run the Photo Studio, greeting customers, looking for customers, paying for food and customs fees at the airport, cooking actual tasty meat, painting, putting together an actual city guide, and being good with kids.

Cheng Xiaoshi: you have no idea how to run a house.

Well, he isn't wrong. But also, LCLA!Lu Guang doesn't have to try since he apparently has money, beauty and natural talent. It makes me so mad for no reasons lmao.

Cheng Xiaoshi's parents are a topic which got dropped very early on and I don't remember the shop being stated as the only remaining bond he has with them in the live action. Cheng Xiaoshi has no purpose in this shop. Sadly, it shows. He doesn't open at business hours, he is bored with identity pictures, he has no customer service skills. His general laziness and lack of discipline in this department is the only thing I won't forgive to be honest.

In comparison, Donghua!Cheng Xiaoshi is a hardworking guy who seems to have a genuine interest in photography since he supposedly had a project around photos in high school with Lu Guang and Qiao Ling and spent energy and money on restoring the shop before Lu Guang even came into the picture.

He made a website for their shop and is constantly looking for new content to attract customers. The livestream was obviously his idea even though he is awkward in front of the camera. However, the fact he bows three times for the viewers at the end of it is proof that he takes this business very seriously and is grateful for what he gets. He has this tendency in all aspects of his life though: always 300% in. I think that's what Lu Guang loves about him.

Lu Guang: he's genuine/naive.

The dedication with which he does everything is so attractive to be honest. More than that, his survival actually depends on it. He owes loads of money to his landlady, he has to pay supplies and bills, he needs to eat.

People see his obsession with food in dives as a funny joke but did you see how they live? He won't normally get this homemade food because it's pricey. When Qiao Ling steals a bowl of noodles, they could have just made a new one but they probably didn't. And that was the most cooking we ever saw them do on screen.

(And this episode was all about food being a love language too, dont touch me-)

Plus, Cheng Xiaoshi wants his parents to come back to a lovely house with a good business. He works his ass off for this reason. All the money he gets goes into this place. It is his life-work and without it, he probably has nothing left.

So yeah.

Lu Guang does nothing to deserve his bed and food in this house lmao. He's actually a pet. 😂👌💸

I always thought Qiao Ling was so harsh on Cheng Xiaoshi whenever she claimed that Lu Guang does most of the work. I now realise that she just made this assumption because all this time she never knew how the boys conducted their work. Also wonders why Cheng Xiaoshi never stood up for himself and realise that he can’t explain his contributions to the business without revealing the methods he and Lu use to gain the information they need.

[silkylious]

Divine (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

Fandom: jujutsu kaisen

Pairing: gojo satoru x gn reader

CW: angst, descriptions of sensory overload, reverse comfort for gojo, unedited

Notes: bruh idk where all this religious imagery came from don't ask me bc idk LMAO this is not The Gojo Fic™ but have some more crumbs bc i just got this idea :3 (also practiced writing in present tense in this one lol)

Gojo Satoru is otherworldly. Everything about him, from power to physical appearance, is near divine. Everything about him that made him Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer of his generation, set him asunder from everyone else, to the point of alienation. He's been so far removed from humanity ever since childhood, he almost forgets that blood runs through his veins and not Eden's rivers.

Almost.

It's at times like these that he remembers. He remembers that while he is a God, he is one made out of bone and flesh and a beating, human heart. And damn him if that's his only fault, damn him if he's not seraphic.

Being just below omnipotence is one hellish limbo. Satoru barely recalls the last time he's felt the need to sleep, and though he would be a fool to complain, sometimes he misses what it feels like to have his eyelids weighed down by exhaustion. Blessings and curses become one and the same when you're neither mortal nor immortal.

He doesn't quite understand what's going on. There's a strange pricking behind his eyes and his mind is everywhere and nowhere and in infinity all at once. There's too much going on, and he's processing too little. Why does it...

Why does it what? He sifts through the entirety of his vocabulary, looking for a specific, alien word. Ah, he found it.

Why does it hurt so much?

Now that he's finally formulated the question, the answer comes readily to him. The answer lies in the black out, round-rimmed glasses neatly folded on his dresser. He'd taken them off for too long, exposed his eyes to too much sunlight, too much color, too much everything. He really couldn't have helped it.

Because damn him and his stupidly human heart and the silly little pitter-pattering in his chest at the sight of his tiny Megumi who is no longer tiny. Damn him for wanting to remember this day in all its details, rather than the mess of visual and auditory stimulus it would have been with his shades on.

His breathing picks up, he squeezes his eyelids shut until he starts seeing shapes and hues. It's been a while since he's let himself go like this, no wonder pain was so foreign to him, no wonder it hurt so fucking much.

Satoru doesn't know how long he's been rocking on the couch, silently pleading all six of his eyes to stop fucking taking and taking and taking. His mind is begging for the information overload to stop, but the pinnacle of his power, his precious blues greedily take more and more anyway.

A disturbance in the network of cursed energy and stimulus and information that his eyes oversee at all times makes him halt. Six sapphires focus on you. You're gently approaching him, careful not to overwhelm him.

Your hands are delicate as they wipe away tears collecting on his eyelashes. Your lips are balm as they kiss each of his shut eyelids. He finds himself enraptured by you, and his six eyes seem to agree, pinning all attention to you; only looking at you and only processing you.

Satoru leans forward, basking in your tranquility. Had he been any less God-like, he would have been kneeling and kissing at your feet, singing your praises almost religiously. But he's nowhere near the grace of being just Adamic, so he'll settle for quietly trembling at your chest, hoping the few stray tears staining your skin articulate his gratitude better than his prideful mouth ever can.

You slip his blindfold on his forehead, softly tugging it over his eyes. You kiss his salty lips. You brush at his matted hair.

“Let's go back to sleep, Satoru.”

He thinks you're more angelic than he could ever be. He thinks he could survive the purgatory that is his life if you're there.

Jujutsu Kaisen taglist: @belsumu @g0joluvrrr @katsucookie @cinnamonnn-roll @quillvinrune @sugas-sweetheart @carmillous @risuguru | join my taglist here! <33

[akakeiiji]

Can I request Atsumu, Osamu, Suna and Kita, with an S/O taking care of them when they're sick? Just some fluffy caretaking, and I bet Kita has the most adorable sneeze~

Thank you, you're amazing btw! <3

— Haikyuu boys when they're sick

↳ includes — Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Suna Rintaro, Kita Shinsuke

ATSUMU is ridiculously hardheaded and stubborn, I think anyone who's been around him for even less than an hour can see this much. So when he woke up one day with a fever and a headache he told himself to suck it up and go to school anyway because he'd be damned if he were to miss a day of training. However, he didn't make it very far because his teacher sent him home before lunch lmao. He hates being sick but he does like the fact that it means he gets extra love and attention from you. However, you're adamant about not hugging or kissing him so he whines every time you veer away from his smooches. You love him but you aren't planning on joining him in his sickbed. He'll spend the majority of the time laying in bed talking to you while you spoon feed him (it took around 30 minutes of begging from his part before you gave in) ALSO HIS SNEEZES ARE SO LOUD?? IT ALWAYS SCARES YOU WHEN IT CATCHES YOU BY SURPRISE. When he started feeling better he tried to act as if he were still sick so that you'd continue baby-ing him but you could see right through his little ploy.

OSAMU unlike his brother knows his limits and didn't even bother getting up from bed when he woke up feeling like crap. He gets quite quiet when he's sick (unlike a certain blonde who only seems to become 5x more talkative) He still responds to you like normal but he'd much rather listen to you than talk. He doesn't ask for much asides from food, specifically soup or his other comfort foods. You'll have to make them for him and if you aren't that skilled in the kitchen he'll try to guide you from afar since he doesn't want to get his bacteria on the dishes. It doesn't matter if the dish doesn't come out perfectly, he'll still finish everything because he wants to appreciate all the effort you put in for him and bc his taste buds aren't working lmao. He'd rather spend most of his time on the couch than in bed, he'll usually bring his blanket with him and huddle up in a ball while watching television with you. He won't try to kiss you but he will try to hold your hand at least, he'll tell you that he'll make up for all the affection he can't give you right now the moment he gets better by the tenfold.

SUNA will take any chance he can get to skip classes lmao so he just called in sick for the day rather than trying to push through it. When he gets sick he usually spends the majority of his time sleeping. He was actually fast asleep when you first arrived with a bag of essentials and snacks for him so when he woke up to see your smiling face he actually thought he was dreaming at first. He tries to stay awake though when you're there visiting him and he always teases you for coming to take care of him. "You're this in love with me, huh? What a simp." "You're the one that begged me to come, you ass." He will gladly accept any and all forms of pampering from you, he practically feels healed when you spoil him rotten. He also insists on you telling him all the tea and drama that he could have missed at school, he groans in agony whenever you recount something interesting that happened that day and wishes he were there to see it himself. He doesn't want to bother you too much with requests though because he really just enjoys your company, he teases you and says that you're the cure to his illness just to try and fluster you.

KITA takes care of himself very very well so he rarely gets sick. Whenever he does catch a cold or anything of the sort he does whatever he can to get better as soon as possible; imagine all the important things he could be missing while he lazes around in bed all day. He actually tries to convince you not to come over after class through the phone when you call wondering where he was, but he knew you were going to disregard this anyways and just shook his head exasperatedly with a small smile when you arrived at his house with a bag of food in your hands. He's the one always tellings his classmates and teammates to rest and take it easy when they're sick so he isn't that used to being the one taken care of by others. He actually feels guilty when you do things like fetch him water and meds or make him food and tries to get up and assist you. "Let me help you carry that, (Y/N)." "Kita, you're literally shivering, get back into bed." He's also the one trying to stay away from you unlike the others because he does not want you catching his illness, he would feel so guilty pls. However, he does grab ahold of your hand and press a chaste kiss on the back of it as he thanks you for taking such good care of him. But then he lathers it with alcohol and hand sanitizers right after so that kinda ruined the moment lmao

[moxleysreigns]

Slumber Party

Characters : Becky Lynch / Seth Rollins / OFC

Summary : A girls night slumber party turned threesome

Warnings : Graphic sexual content, rough sex, threesome, cursing, mention of blood, daddy kink

Word Count : 3,978 ( I got a little carried away lmao)

Notes : I haven't wrote fanfic in years so bare with me on this. Partly inspired by Slumber Party by Ashnikko

You and Becky have always been close to put it lightly. Both of you met at NXT and went through the ranks together, eventually ending up on RAW. One drunken night back in NXT, you two hooked up, turning it into a regular occurrence from then on.

Neither of you told anyone until Becky’s current boyfriend, Seth came along. Seth could see the tension between you two, he finally worked up the courage to ask. Becky of course, spilled the secret immediately.

From then on Seth was always weird around you. It was more of a “you’ve hooked up with my girlfriend and that’s hot but, I’m too shy to ask for more details” way. Becky eventually told you.

After learning that information you quickly put it to use, teasing Seth anytime you could. You would never do anything to jeopardize your friendships with them or their relationship but nonetheless, it was fun to watch him squirm.

Since NXT, every Friday night was “girls night” for you and Becky. You would drink some wine, watch movies, and hang out together, eventually passing out. Seth always took those evenings to hang out with Dean and Roman. “Poker night with the boys.” is what he always said with a few 6-packs in hand.

This Friday was the same. You pulled up to Becky and Seth’s house, walking up the stairs fixing your leggings on the way. You stopped at the door with a knock and immediately, Becky pulled you into a hug. “Woah Becks, watch the shoulder, you got me good sparring today.” You said, with a wince. Becky pulled back smiling.

“My bad Y/N, I guess I got a little carried away.” she responded with a laugh. “I still have to finish getting ready, I'll be out in a minute.” She ushered you into the living room and you sat down next to Seth.

“What are you still doing here Seth, did Roman & Dean cancel on ya?” You asked. He sent you an angry look followed by some type of complaining under his breath you couldn't make out before averting his attention back to the football game on the tv.

“I’ll take that as a yes."

Becky came out of the bedroom in a pair of black leggings and your merch that she had turned into a crop top. “Damn, babe, you look good.” Seth said looking up from his game.

“You know I have to agree, my name looks real good across your chest.” You added on with a wink. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Seth shift on the couch and you couldn’t help but giggle. You stood up, strolling over to Becky grabbing her by the hand.

“Well, since Sethie here got cancelled on we can go have a girls night at my place. You are my girlfriend for the night anyways, I want your undivided attention!” You said planting a kiss onto Becky’s cheek making her blush. Seth sighed into the couch “And here I thought I could crash girls night this time.”

“Absolutely not. Becky replied

“This is the one night I get away from you.” You couldn’t help but laugh at how adamant she was about it.

“Shut it Y/N don’t make me power bomb you through the kitchen table.” Seth responded as he pouted.

After listening to Seth and Becky bicker back and forth for a few minutes she grabbed your hand. “Let’s go Y/N.” Becky said, pulling you towards the door. Seth sat up grumbling how it wasn’t fair that you were stealing his girlfriend for the night.

You looked at Becky with a smirk and she dropped your hand knowing what you were about to do. You walked over to Seth who was now standing, grabbing him by back of his neck and whispering in his ear “Me and your girlfriend playing dress up at my house, I give your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch.”

Becky laughed as Seth’s eye went wide at your words. You leaned back smiling giving Seth a wink as you grabbed Becky’s hand and walked out the door.

“What did you say to him? He looked like he saw a ghost!” Becky asked walking down the stairs.

“Just something to get him to shut up.” You replied getting into the car.

“Now let’s go get some wine.” Becky's eyes lit up at your words and you were off.

Seth stood in shock at your words watching you two walk out the house laughing. After a few minutes he sat down trying to get back into his football game.

He had to admit, he always thought you were attractive and the thought of you and Becky sleeping together was incredibly hot. He knew you liked to tease him about it but he couldn’t get his mind off of what you said.

It had been about 30 minutes when Seth finally decided to do something about it, grabbing his keys and sprinting off to his car on the way to your apartment.

Becky and you were laying in your bed, halfway through your bottle of wine watching “The Notebook” when Becky got a facetime.

“Who is it?” You asked finishing the last of the wine in your glass. Becky rolled her eyes and showed you the phone with the name “Sethie Poo” on the screen.

“SETHIE POO?!” You yelled

“That has to be the worst nickname I have ever heard.” You said grabbing the phone from her and answering it.

“What do you want Sethie poo?” You asked, still laughing. Seth's eyes widened at the nickname before asking what you two were doing.

“We’re drinking wine and watching movies, like we always do.” You responded.

“Well I'm coming to join you.” he replied quickly.

“It’s an all girl party.”

“Clothing optional.” Becky added which sent you into a fit of laughter.

She had never really joined in on the teasing you did to Seth. You saw Seth’s cheeks go red before he quickly hung up the phone. Throwing Becky’s cell back to her.

“Well that got rid of him.” She looked at you laughing. Everything was going great until you heard a knock 5 minutes later.

“You gotta be shitting me.” You both said in unison.

Seth was standing at your door with his hands in his pockets. You opened the door to see him swaying back and forth.

“You owe me $10!” you yelled back to Becky in the bedroom hearing her giggling.

“Yes Mr. Rollins, how can I help you, I’m kinda busy with OUR girlfriend.” You said with your hands on your hips making sure to emphasize the our.

"I got lonely at the house by myself. I brought a present, though.” he responded gesturing down to the bottles of wine sitting at his feet.

“You know the way to a girl's heart.” you replied, moving out of the way to let him inside.

“Put one of the bottles in the fridge, grab a glass and meet us in the bedroom.” you yelled to him walking back into the bedroom sitting next to Becky. Seth came in a few minutes later telling you to scoot over. He sat on the bed getting comfortable, uncorking the wine and filling everyone’s glasses.

“So what are we watching? The Notebook really?” Seth said trying to grab the remote from in between you and Becky.

“Uh-huh, no way! You came and crashed our girls night, you get to watch what we want.” Becky said swatting his hand away from the remote.

Seth grabbed his hand dramatically spouting off about how he couldn’t believe his loving girlfriend would hit him and how hurt his heart now is. You rolled your eyes.

“Both of you shut up and watch the movie.” You responded nudging them both.

By the time the end credits were rolling the three of you had gone through 2 1/2 bottles of wine. Becky was curled into your side asleep as you played with her hair. Seth sat up seeing Becky cuddling you got on his nerves, he sighed.

”You know, you could wait until I leave to get all cuddly with MY girlfriend. He spat a little angrier than he intended it to be. You sighed sitting up as Becky shifted with you.

“You came in, crashed our girls night, and then get upset when Becky cuddles into me. Need I remind you she was my girlfriend first?” You retorted smirking.

Seth leaned into your ear and your breathing hitched. “You may have been her girlfriend first, but who gets to fuck her every night Y/N?”

He leaned over, pleased with the look on your face, grabbing the remote and turning on a different movie. “You may fuck her every night Seth, but I bet you I eat her better than you ever could.”

You saw the look of anger in Seth's eyes knowing you pushed the right button to get under his skin. "Why don’t you wake her up and ask her, I would love to hear her response.”

Before you could say anything Becky sat up rubbing her eyes. “If you two don’t stop arguing about me I’m gonna just have to fuck you both.” Both yours and Seth’s eyes went wide at the statement.

"I- uh what babe?” Seth responded after a few seconds. You were so dumbfounded you couldn't even think of a response. Becky scooted in between you two quickly.

"I said, if you two don't start arguing about me I'm gonna have to fuck you both." Beck retorted as she leaned in to kiss Seth.

"Alright Becks, I love you but you're drunk right now. Let's call it a night okay? I can call you guys an uber." You responded reaching for your phone. Becky quickly swatted it out of your hand.

"Y/N, you're telling me you haven't thought about fucking me again? it has been a while you know." Becky said, pulling you into a kiss. You had to admit that you did miss sleeping with her, you thought about it often in all honesty.

You didn't even have time to respond before she was pulling on your shirt begging you to take it off. Seth watched in amazement as you broke the kiss and quickly discarded it, realizing you weren't wearing a bra underneath.

Becky pulled Seth into her grabbing his hand and putting it onto your breast. You gasped into Becky's mouth at the sudden contact. Seth tweaked on your hard nipple while Becky trailed her hand down your stomach and into your black leggings. Slipping a finger in between your already dripping folds you bucked your hips quickly begging to be touched by her like old times.

“Please Becks.” were the only words you could muster as she took your leggings and underwear off. Leaving yourself completely vulnerable in front of your two best friends.

Becky leaned back pulling Seth into a kiss as she smacked the inside of your right thigh. You yelped in response, Becky taking that as a sign to go forward. She quickly used her finger dipping into your dripping core and curling to find your g-spot. Your back arched as you watch Becky and Seth in a heated make out session.

Seth broke the kiss looking at you a writhing mess just from one finger of his girlfriend. Seth took his thumb putting pressure, rubbing harsh circles on your clit. You quickly felt your orgasm building. The bundle of fire in your stomach begging to be let go.

“Seth- Becks- please I’m gonna...” was all you could say before you were cumming hard, screaming both of their names. It took you a second to catch your breath. You looked up to see Seth sucking on Becky’s fingers. He pulled you into a kiss letting you taste yourself.

"You two have too much clothes on." you said realizing you were completely naked in front of your two very clothed friends. Becky and Seth laughed immediately ripping off their clothes.

Once they were both completely underdressed you got up, pushing Seth onto his back. You pulled Becky into a kiss, your hands traveling down her body.

You have always been mesmerized by Becky's body, every curve, every freckle, the way she moved underneath you. She has, and will always be your favorite addiction.

"I've missed you so much!" you said as she pulled away from the kiss

"I've missed you even more baby girl." You were both so enthralled by each other you completely forgot Seth was laying underneath you two watching with lust in his eyes.

Both of your attention quickly turned to Seth. The whine he let out as you stroked his hard cock was like music to your ears. Slowly stroking his dick as Becky sucked on his balls sent him into a frenzy, he was writhing underneath you both begging to be touched.

"Please , blow me Y/N, please baby I need it so bad".

Feeling like he had begged enough you quickly took him into your mouth, relaxing your throat letting him hit the back of it. You deep throated his cock, giving his balls little kitten licks as you bobbed your head up and down. Becky pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail as she praised you for how well you're sucking her man's cock.

"You look so pretty taking his dick baby girl, show him how good that tongue is"

You moaned around Seth making his hips buck. Becky quickly pushed his hips back down before bending down to kiss him. Your hand reached up to smack her ass and she moaned into Seth's mouth. She pulled you off of her boyfriend with a POP and devoured you into a kiss begging to taste her man on your tongue.

While Becky was distracted by your kiss you slipped a finger in between her folds teasing her. Her hips moved with your hand, her sensitive nub begging to be touched.

"Please baby girl, please touch me. Don't make me beg." You pushed Becky down onto the bed, her back hitting the spot right next to Seth. Kissing her again, you trailed your hands up her body, feeling her shiver just from this small touch.

Moving to the nape of her neck you placed small hickeys there marking her as your own. Seth took this time to move to the other side of her, leaving identical marks on the opposite side of Becky's neck. The two of you were fighting for dominance over her. Becky loving every second of it. The thought of her boyfriend and ex-lover fighting over who got to touch her made her melt.

Seth quickly moved down Becky's body, leaving open mouth kisses on every part of her skin. He found her breasts taking one into his mouth while you took the other. Becky was so close to her orgasm already, thrashing in the bed as you both sucked on her perky nipples. Leaving more hickeys on her chest, down her stomach. Nipping at the skin on her hips as Seth got in between her legs.

Peppering small kisses on Becky's thighs, Seth knew all the right buttons to push on Becky, slowly pushing her over the edge to beg for what she needed most. Seth licked a long stripe up Becky's core stopping to suck on her clit gently.

"Please daddy, please give me what i need. Eat me out baby please" Becky gasped out begging enough to make Seth smirk. In seconds, he was devouring Becky, one finger inserting into her dripping cunt, curling slightly to find the spot that would make her scream.

You watched closely as Seth ate Becky out, playing with yourself letting small moans out as your finger dipped into your pussy, teasing yourself. Becky pulled you up above her head. Getting the hint quickly you sat on Becky's face. Nibbling onto your clit gently sending chills down your spine as you rode her tongue gracefully. The sounds of moans and faint curses filling the room quickly.

You looked down to see Seth lining himself up with Becky's entrance. You bent over to lick on her clit as he pushed in slowly, hissing at how tight she was. Seth pulled you up by your hair, kissing you hungrily.

"You're gonna watch me fuck your girl, once she cums all over my dick you're gonna lick it up. Do you understand me?" Seth asked you as he yanked your head back by your hair, biting into your neck hard enough to draw blood.

"Yes Seth, I understand" As soon as you finished your sentence he pulled you back into a kiss, both of you moaning into it.

Seth grabbed your neck choking you, "You call me Daddy in bed baby girl." He said as he let you go, watching you gasp to fill your lungs with air.

Becky was still having her way with your dripping cunt as you ground against her mouth begging for more contact. Becky stuck her tongue out, letting you ride her face as you pleased. You quickened your pace, knowing you were about to cum all over her mouth. She quickly stuck two fingers into you, immediately finding your g spot. Thinking you couldn't be stimulated anymore was a mistake, you felt Seth taking your right nipple into his mouth sucking hard and biting gently.

Soon enough you were in the clouds, your orgasm washing over you as you fell forward onto Becky's body. Your body spasming as she continued to lick your core, helping you ride through your orgasm.

Seth pulled you off of Becky's face flipping the two of them over. Becky pulled you into her as she bounced on Seth's cock. Twisting her nipples gently sending ripples of pleasure through her entire body. With one hand still working her nipples, the other dancing down her body finding her clit rubbing harsh circles. Becky was a mess in front of you, clawing at Seth's chest which made him whine, bucking his hips into her. With each thrust Seth was hitting her g-spot. It didn't take long before Becky was seeing stars.

She began grinding down on Seth as she rode out her orgasm. Her head lulled back onto your shoulders as she came down from her high. Kissing you softly, cupping your face with both hands. Grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking he whispered in your ear.

"You remember what daddy said right? Get down there and suck the cum off of his cock." Biting at your earlobe sending chills throughout your body.

Your hair was yanked into a makeshift ponytail again as you lowered your mouth onto Seth's throbbing cock. Swirling your tongue around his tip before taking all of him into your mouth. Hollowing out your cheeks you sucked hard, cleaning all of Becky's cum off of Seth's dick. Seth bucked his hips into your face as you went down farther. As soon as he felt you relax your throat his hands overtook the ponytail Becky had your hair in. He used your hair to help guide you, bobbing your head quickly. Sliding your tongue over his head every time you came up.

Seth finally pulled you off of him, your eyes watering and spit soaking your lips connecting to the tip of his dick. You hadn't realized Becky was behind you until you felt a smack on your ass. Arching your back into the slap you felt another come down on the other cheek.

"You look so pretty gagging on his dick, do you know that Y/N?" Becky asked, sliding a finger over your cunt. You whined in response. Plunging two fingers into you quickly Becky felt you squeeze around her.

"You're close already aren't you baby, I can feel you clenching around me. Can you take another finger? I know you can. Breathe for me baby girl." All you could do was nod quickly, pushing back onto Becky's fingers, your body practically begging for more.

Taking Seth's dick back into your mouth you bobbed your head furiously. A hand coming up to play with his balls almost sending him over the edge.

"You better stop, before I cum in the pretty little mouth of yours." Seth growled, "I wanna fuck that tight pussy before I do" Yanking your head back again biting at your chin leaving a mark that will definitely be seen in the morning.

"Hands and knees now." Becky whispered as she pulled her fingers out of your pussy. You obeyed getting on your knees with your stomach against the bed. You wiggled your butt hearing both Becky and Seth groan at the sight.

Seth thrusted hard into you, giving no time to adjust as you screamed in pleasure. Your eyes tearing up from all the stimulation of the night. Feeling the bed dip behind you, you realized Becky was now underneath your body. Sucking on Seth's balls as he fucked into you. You could feel Becky's mouth inching up to your clit reaching down and pulling on her hair.

Becky smirked as she was kissing your thigh. "Be patient baby girl, or I'll make Daddy stop and you won't cum again."

"I'll be good I promise just please, please eat me while Daddy fucks me." Both Becky and Seth growled at your words. Seth's speed picking up as Becky worked her tongue on your clit. You couldn't think straight, you couldn't see straight. Pleasure was completely taking over your body. Burying your face into the mattress to stifle your screams.

"Don't you fucking dare keep quiet baby." Seth practically yelled as he smacked your ass. "I wanna hear how good you're feeling right now." Seth pulled you up to his chest, making you look down as you watched Becky eat you out.

You could feel the pressure building in your stomach, your orgasm was coming any second. "Please, Please I'm gonna cum!" You said in between moans. Your body tensing up as you were pushed back onto the bed.

"Cum on this dick now!" Seth said as his hand came down on your ass, instantly sending you over the edge. Everything went black as your third orgasm of the night completely took over your senses. A string of moans and curses falling from your lips.

After coming back you realize Seth's thrusts are getting sloppy. He's so close to cumming, your orgasm almost sending him over the edge. His thrusts becoming faster, harder, his cock begging to release.

"Both of you on your knees now." Seth barked the order at both of you before pulling out of your sensitive core. You and Becky were on your knees as quick as possible, tongues out waiting for Seth's seed to release into your mouths.

You took his dick into your hand, pumping fast as a string of profanities left Seth's lips. His hips thrusting into your hand. Seth's cock was throbbing.

Spurts of cum were going into both yours and Becky's mouth. Both of you holding him up, his orgasm taking everything out of him. Becky and you swallowed at the same time as Seth sat down on the bed kissing Becky and then you.

Falling onto the bed you feel Becky curl into you, her hand resting on your hip as she nuzzled into your neck. Seth spooned into the back of her. All of your bodies molding together like they were made for each other.

As you were drifting off to sleep you heard Seth chuckle. "I might crash girls night more often." He said kissing Becky on the head and reaching to take your hand. Kissing his knuckles and smiling. "I think I'd like that, what about you Becks?"

The only response you got from Becky was soft snoring. Both you and Seth looked at her and giggled before drifting off to sleep yourselves.

[yoichichi]

Modern!au Jean Best Friend Headcannons

Modern!au Jean Kirschtein x bestfriend!reader

a/n: i want to be bestie’s with Jean so bad! I jus couldn’t stop thinking about it so please enjoy some headcannon’s of what I think it’d be like to be buddies with Jean! I might make a part 2 someday to add onto these cause I have so much more to say but I had to stop myself before I wrote a full fledged essay sdkjalkfjbajfb, let me know if you guys are interested! Or if you jus wanna come in my inbox and talk with me about Jean Kirstein, I’m always free to do that. Anyways, enjoy!

gif not mine, credit to owner

Ok, I had a dream about Jean being my bestie and I have not stopped thinking about it since then LMAO

Ok, so for starter’s, I truly believe he would be such a good friend like the type to be listening to you in a group conversation and encouraging you to go on when you feel like no one is paying attention

“I’m listening :)”

Or the type to stop next to you while you tie your shoe and wait and just keeps talking to you

VERY much big brother energy, like I feel like he’d have that sincerity that bestie Armin would have but he’d be a little more of the type to always be looking out for you and being a tad overprotective at times, but more on that later back to attentive Jean :)

This man is SO attentive it’s unreal

Bad day? Yeah he could tell before you mentioned it and he’s buying you your favorite snack and driving you around until you talk about it constantly giving you the 👀😗 look

Feeling lonely? You never get the chance

This man is CONSTANTLY blowing up your phone with notifications from snapchat, instagram, tiktok, and facebook messenger if he’s feeling particularly clingy - it’s usually just some strange sticker of a fucking koala or somethin like “hi :)”

SNAPCHAT

You guys don’t have “streaks” but you still have a streak from how often he’s snapchatting you

Most of the time it’s just a video of his face where he slowly zooms in cause he’s bored in class - the amont of snapchat’s you got from him where you can hear is Econ professor lecturing in the background is in the hundred’s at this point

The other times it’s usually Connie and Eren acting like absolute idiot’s while him and Armin are behind the camera like 😐 - they usually end with Armin sighing and stopping them from doing something probably a little illegal

INSTAGRAM

Ok you have a groupchat for studying purposes with all your buddies but if it’s specifically Jean messaging you it’s most likely cause Eren said something stupid and Jean needs someone to laugh with him (yes, you, Jean, Sasha, and Connie do have a separate groupchat where you bully Eren - but it’s with love so it’s ok)

TIKTOK

This man will send you a whole FYP but won’t let you open any of them until he’s with you, then y’all scroll through them together on one of your phones

the type to look at you when you’re on a tiktok he sent you that he thought was really funny to see your reaction

Sends you SO many “challenge” tiktoks that he’s adamant on doing with you

You know the one where someone puts their arm in between the other person’s legs and tries to lift them? He was persistent with that one

“I’m literally jacked c’mon you’ll be fine, I just want to know if I can do it. I mean I know I can, but, like, you know? Just c’mon.”

Yes you gave in, no you didn’t fall, yes Jean wouldn’t shut up about how “yolked” he was for the next 15 minutes

If you guys posted it people are definitely asking if you’re a couple and he just replies to every single one with “no” HE SEEMS SO INTENSE PLS

Ok you’re his best friend? Then you’re definitely close with his family. Like, two holidays every year type close.

You learned to drive when he did cause you’re his bestie and you guys should totally learn together (he was nervous and needed support ok)

PLAY FIGHTING

While I don’t necessarily see him as someone who would playfully bully too much, he is a fighter LMAO

And I’m talking like fucked up sibling fighting

It always starts off “fun” it’s totally a little passive aggressive and then someone smacks a little too hard or throws an elbow that wasn’t needed and next thing you know someone’s in a headlock

If he has you in a headlock he WILL try to tickle you until you borderline piss yourself - until he realizes said piss would get on him and then he’ll let you go like 😎 yeah. I won

If you have him in a headlock PLS take a snapchat if you can and send it to Mikasa

He will pout for like 10 minutes and then get over it when she replies with a black screen and “lol what a dork”

Once you guys are done fighting - cause SOMEONE takes it too far - you just go on your phones until someone peeks over and you’re both like lol hi :),,, are you hungry? I think I still have some pizza rolls :)

Endless hoodie supply from all the sleepovers and the following cold mornings

He is always buying new ones cause he just feels wrong asking for them back? Like, is that his brand new nike hoodie? Yes.

BUT you’re wearing it and clearly you need it if you didn’t bring a hoodie so fine, you can have it, he’ll just buy another one he’s a little bit of a rich boy it’s ok

Although he is wondering where tf his other 6 hoodies you stole went

Late night study sessions in your dorm buildings lounge area - it’s almost embarrassing how often an RA is waking the two of you up to go to your rooms instead of sleeping on the couch and floor

Jean ALWAYS brings an extra water bottle for you in case you forgot one

You’ve definitely stolen your fair share of notes from him - they’re just so easy to understand!

They’re not exactly pretty but they’re just naturally organized into subsections and all the keywords are underlined with a little definition in the margin - if he’s feeling a little spicy he might even add a glossary at the end of his notes asjnffna;irje

Sometime’s he gets too nervous to ask for a girls number and then when you convince him to do it he’s all stuttering and stumbling over his words but he still gets it and he’s convinced it’s ‘cause you’re his lucky charm - really it’s just cute to see Jean all huffy and his ears getting all red while he says some stupid pick up line that he’s immediately apologizing for and now he’s rambling and - oh the girl is shoving something into his hand

“Y/n!! Look!! I got her number!”

Yeah, see Jean acting all cocky for the rest of the day like he got it cause he was smooth and NOT cause he was an adorable flustered mess

He does not like giving out your number if anyone asks him LMAO

He’s just like ,,,,, and why couldn’t you ask them yourself? He just hates it LMAO cause you’re great and if this idiot can’t ask you yourself then they don’t deserve you, they should be CONFIDENT in his mind

BUT he does make it mandatory you tell him everything there is to know about ANY current crush, love interest, fling, anything

Not just cause he likes the gossip but cause he feels like he has to approve - there’s the big bro energy we were talking about

BULLYING EREN BULLYING EREN BULLYING EREN

PLS his favorite thing is to play games with Eren and you and whoever else cause you two will always gang up on Eren and he gets so mad and Jean finds it HILARIOUS

The three of you and Connie were all in the same Minecraft server once and you and Jean just could NOT stop making your dog’s attack Eren and blowing up his house

He was getting so heated and Jean and Connie were laughing so hard it sounded like their mics were blown

Eren had to pull his headset off and step away so he could take a 5-minute break cause he just couldn’t handle it - especially with the three of you dying at how mad he got

Let Eren spell something wrong in the group chat on Instagram or mispronounce a word,,, Jean is on him SO fast and you’re there right behind him - it’s becoming Jean’s favorite hobby and sometimes he says it’s his favorite part of being your best friend LMAO

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Ahhhh!! Bestie Jean, hand him over please 🤲🏼🤲🏼‼️‼️ i jus wanna bully eren with him so bad 😭 let me know what you guys think!! Or just come to chat :) love you guys!! And let me know if you’d like to be added to my taglist!

-🐇out

taglist: @plutowrites

[inkbyajm]

Something Brewing

pairing: C.H. x fem!reader

category: fluff

warnings: anxiety attack

word count: 1.5k

notes: felt like angst, felt like sobbing uncontrollably, but my body wouldn’t cooperate, so imagining it will do for now. this was supposed to be a one-shot, but i didn’t realise how much i had written. now i’m splitting it into two parts. next part will definitely be more angst than fluff, so stay tuned for the terrifying sight that is angry corpse :) (p.s. don’t mind the occasional use of british english, it’s my default lmao)

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A peculiar thing it was, the concept of love. It was very personal and feelings about it varied from person to person. For some, it had existed since the beginning of time, when Adam and Eve first walked the Earth, when the Almighty willed his beloved humans to lead their own lives with him in their hearts. For others, it is a feeling to long for, to crave, a feeling they found themselves daydreaming about often. And for the rest, love is a tool of ruin, potentially driving people who cared for one another away from each other, instilling at least a smidge of repulsion in each one of them. However, humans are social creatures after all, and sometimes, attraction was unavoidable no matter how much one tried. And try he did.

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Living in California could get hard and stressful at times, but at least Corpse didn’t live at the heart of the city of anxiety-inducing social interactions and constant chaos that was Los Angeles. Sure, it meant that he didn’t live close to his friends, but he wasn’t far away from her, and that was enough for him.

A few soft grunts and sounds of slippers landing on the hardwood floor echoed from the kitchen of (Y/N)’s apartment. He got up from the couch in her living room and decided to investigate the source of the noise. Coming into the room, he saw her jumping to reach the highest shelf in one of the cupboards. Looking at it, he noticed her favourite mug sitting at the edge of said shelf and, afraid she would knock it over whilst attempting to grab it, he effortlessly got it for her. “Thank you. God, I was about to grow a foot taller trying to reach for this thing.” she sighed, eliciting a deep chuckle from him, “See, this is exactly why you’re my favourite friend.” Friend? Well, yes, of course a friend, what else would he be? Corpse felt an uncomfortable tug at his heart, and he couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why he was feeling that way, so he brushed it aside. “Why was it that high up if you can’t even reach it?” (Y/N) wasn’t a short person, she was perfectly average, and he himself wasn’t that tall of a guy either. But when it came to situations of this kind, he couldn’t help but feel good about his being taller. “It usually isn’t, but I let (F/N) use it once the other day because she refused to drink out of any of the other mugs, that stubborn bitch.” she replied, pouring her homemade Italian hot chocolate into the acquired cup. (F/N) was also taller than (Y/N), so it was only natural for her to be putting things in higher places. It was done out of habit.

(Y/N) and Corpse walked back to the living room to once again settle into the couch. He glanced at her as she sat with her legs crossed, concentrated on blowing on her moderately hot beverage, while the light from the moon peeked through the curtains of the balcony door, illuminating her face ever so slightly. Since when did he start noticing these things? Looking away to set his eyes on the TV in front of them, he sensed his heart beating at an usual rhythm, palpitating, and along with it came slight lightheadedness. Was he having a heart attack? Were these signs of atrial fibrillation? Or was this simply the start of an anxiety attack? Surely any of these would be more...recognisable, to say the least. The only situation he could think of with similar reactions was when one would develop a crush. A fucking crush? At his age? How old was he, ten? “Earth to Corpse? Please don’t tell me you’re one of those people who sleep with their eyes open, that’s fucking creepy.” Her finger snaps pulled him out of whatever trance he was in. “Sorry, were you saying something?” “I asked you if you had watched Bly Manor like three times. You were very far away.” she answered, emitting a few giggles. “Sorry, I uh- I was thinking of something, but it’s stupid. And no, I haven’t, I’ve been meaning to, though.” And just like that, they settled on the show they were going to watch for the next couple of weeks.

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“NOOOOOOO,” (Y/N) yelled, voicing her defeat “WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF LUCK IS THIS.” Corpse lay on the floor, slamming his palm down onto it out of hysterical laughter. They had been playing Unmatched for the past hour, this being their third round, and after many cards and a level of tension that could only be cut through with a saw, his Robin Hood had finally defeated her Alice. It was Corpse’s first time playing, so to say that his winning of all three games was a crushing moment for her was an understatement. “This is not normal, you lied saying you’ve never played before!” she pouted, putting everything back into the box, “I’m usually really good at this game.”

He wiped the tears from his eyes, struggling to keep a good composure. “I’m sorry, I guess I’ve found my talent,” he joked, but he did feel bad for stealing her thunder, “Would it make you feel better if I said that my Robin Hood is, like, extremely hurt right now? You have a fucking gigantic knife as a weapon, I only have, like, a bow and arrow. That’s kind of unfair.” (Y/N) bit her lip in hesitation, then picked up her figurine and lightly tapped it along the table to approach his. Putting Alice at a slight angle, she made a kissing sound as to imitate her character smooching his. “There, a kiss to make it better. I promise not to hurt you too much if you let me win next time.” 

The same strange feeling he had experienced for the first time two months ago, when they were sitting on the couch of her living room, and many more times after that, had come back. He would’ve blamed it on heartburn, except it was nothing like it. It wasn’t anything he was used to. “Hey, you alright?” (Y/N) furrowed her brows in concern “You’ve been doing that a lot lately, rubbing your chest like that.” Fuck. He had never noticed the habit he had developed. “I’m fine, just me and my heart problems, nothing unusual.” Filthy liar. Brows still furrowed, she moved closer to him and, with her legs tucked under her, she put her hand above his heart to check. “Jesus, Corpse, your heart is going a million miles per hour! Are you sure you’re okay?”

Looking up at him, she noticed how red he had suddenly become, and this worried her even more. “Bubs, you’re literally changing colours.” How did she expect him not to when she was doing this? (Y/N) further inspected his condition and put the back of her hand on his forehead, then his cheeks, to check his temperature. Expectedly, he was getting warmer. She stopped for a second and listened intently, only to hear his shallow breathing fill the silence. She then glanced down at his left hand resting on his thigh, and surely enough, found it trembling. “Alright, Corpse? Hey, can you hear me?”

His breathing only picked up its pace as the seconds went by. On the spur of the moment, (Y/N) placed herself in front of him, her legs on either side, and gently cradled his head. “Corpse, darling, I’m gonna need you to look at me, okay? Focus on me, focus on my breathing, mm?” He forced himself to tear his gaze away from the ground and did as he was told, eyes darting around, analysing her expression. He’s never found himself having an attack in her presence, it was surprising how well she was handling it.

Wait- darling? Bubs? “Now, can you name four things that you see? Can you do that for me?” He briefly scanned the room for answers, his mind still cluttered. “The fridge, the couch, the light and-” Did she mean to call him that? It was probably nothing, she could be using it with any of her friends for all he knew. He wasn’t special. “and the game, the board game. On the table.” “Good, now can you name three things you hear?” This one took a lot of concentration, there weren’t many obvious sounds for him to point out. “The motorcycle outside, your hands rubbing against my skin, uh-” What the fuck else? Was he losing his mind? The task was simple enough, why was he having so much trouble with it? “I’m sorry, I- I don’t hear anything else.” “No, it’s okay. You’re doing splendid, see? Your breathing is much more stable.” she reassured him, squeezing his upper arms.

“Lastly, can you give me two things you can smell?” Nodding, he closed his eyes. “The coffee you drank earlier.” It took him a moment to come up with something else, and just as she was about to get off of his lap, figuring he had done a good enough job, she heard him mumble “your perfume”. Scared he’d get another attack, Corpse avoided looking into her eyes, which he could feel the gaze of. He only picked up on the scent from her shifting closer in the last second. “That’s funny, I had forgotten to put perfume on this morning.” 

[youare-mysonshine]

unsteady || oscar diaz

Summary: Cesar and Oscar get into a fight and the reader lets Cesar know just how much his brother has done for him.

Requested: Yes

Hi, a request where Oscar and Cesar get into a fight after who knows what and Cesar says some really hurtful things to Oscar. Reader is watching doesn’t usually get involved in fights but Oscar walks off after Cesar says the hurtful things and reader get involved telling Cesar that he should be lucky he has Oscar, that Oscar has risked a lot of stuff for Cesar, etc. Then reader goes to the bedroom to see Oscar crying softly and she comforts him by kissing his tattoos and reassuring him.

A Oscar x reader where it takes place after his dad leaves again and he tells Cesar. So he finally opens up to you about everything later that night when he goes over to your house crying in your arms. After her tells you that he loves and to never leave him because you heal him. Lots of fluff for my man please he needs it

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x reader

Warnings: contains spoilers from s3 ep5, so if you haven’t watched the latest season or haven’t gotten to the fifth episode, keep scrolling. cussing, angst, fluff at the end.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: my heart broke. I just wanna hug Oscar okay. I know he done some shit but they ain’t gotta do him like they did him this season. LEAVE OSCAR ALONE. But anyways lmao, I combined two requests that I got. I just thought they fit well together, so I hope that whoever requested them enjoys this and finds it to their liking. I obviously changed some stuff but tried to keep it as original to both requests as I could. Enjoy!

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It was around 8-9 pm when Cesar finally got home from the funeral in Brentwood. You had been sitting on the couch, flipping past the channels on the t.v, though you weren’t particularly paying attention. It was more so something to keep you occupied. Oscar was sitting at the dining room table, hand around a beer bottle, eyes focused intently on the hard wood table.

You could practically hear his thoughts, see his mind racing. The entire day, he’d been like that. It had been a rough day for him, and you had done your best to be there for him, but nothing could prepare either of you for when Cesar finally got home.

Oscar had been crushed once again when Ray walked out of their lives, but he had been through it once before. Did it make it easier? No. Did it make the anger he felt lessen any less? No. But knowing his baby brother wasn’t a baby anymore, knowing he had to tell him their dad walked out on them again, that’s what was eating away at him. The first time Ray left, Cesar was too little to even remember him. That’s the only positive side - Oscar carried the burden. Dealt with the anger and sadness of their dad leaving, not Cesar. But this time? This was something he couldn’t protect him from.

Cesar walked through the door and flashed you a smile in greeting.

“Hey.” He spoke, shutting the wooden door behind him. Oscar, hearing the front door open and shut, stood up from where he was sitting, eyes locked on his brother as he finally came into view. You gave Cesar a small smile, returning the greeting. You grabbed the remote control and shut the t.v off, it being the last thing on your mind. Now noticing Oscar standing up, slowly walking towards him, and you looking at him with what he could only describe as sadness in your eyes, Cesar grew concerned. And that’s when he noticed it.

All of Ray’s things were gone.

Given that the house was relatively small, Ray had taken to sleeping on the couch. And since he had arrived, the living room had been rather unkempt, his things had been strewn about on the small coffee table in front of the couch.

“What’s going on? Where’s Ray? Where are his things?” He asked. Oscar’s face was hardened, but you could see the emotion in his eyes. He was hurt. Angry that his dad had put this all on him. That his dad had basically sent him to hurt Cesar and deliver the news.

“Cesar, come sit.” You patted the spot beside you and for a few seconds, he did nothing except look between you and Oscar, before finally relenting and occupying the space beside you on the couch.

“Where is Ray?” He asked again, looking up at his big brother. Oscar was looking at the ground, mouth set into a thin line. A few seconds went past before he finally spoke.

“He left.” There it was. The words Oscar had dreaded to say to his little brother.

“What? What do you mean he left? Left where?” Cesar asked, his face falling.

“He packed up his shit and he left. Didn’t say where but I’m guessing Bakersfield.” Oscar answered, voice deep and gruff.

Cesar was incredulous, not wanting to believe it was true. His heart was racing, you could see, that just like Oscar, his mind was going a mile a minute. His hands clenched at his pants, his knuckles turning pale white. He shook his head, eyes on the coffee table before looking back up at Oscar.

“He wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye.” Your heart broke. You had been pissed when you found Oscar sitting on the living room couch, looking like a lost and fragile child, only for him to tell you that his father had bailed out again. From the get go, you understood both sides - Oscar was older than Cesar, thus he remembered more. He remembered the hurt and anger when Ray first left. He had to shoulder the responsibility of raising his baby brother, he had to be a father all while still a child himself. But you also understood that while Cesar may have looked at Oscar like a father figure, he, of course, desired to have a relationship with his actual father. You couldn’t fault him for that. And you had hoped with all of your heart that Ray wouldn’t do what he did again, that he wouldn’t hurt Cesar and Oscar more than he did already. But it was wishful thinking.

“He did.”

Cesar jumped into defensive mode, eyes and face hardening. He stood up off the couch and you had a bad feeling. The brothers had gotten in plenty of arguments and fights, you had been with Oscar long enough to witness some of them, but you had always chosen to not get involved - they already worked on their shit and figured it out.

“What did you do?” The younger Diaz bit out, getting in his brother’s face.

“I didn’t do shit.” Oscar answered.

“Exactly. You didn’t do shit. You could have helped him find a new job or something. But instead you chose not to.”

“I don’t have that kind of power.”


“Oh bullshit! I bet this makes you so happy.”

“Happy? I’m your brother. For most of your life I’ve been your dad. If you’re gonna be mad at someone, be mad at him. He’s the one that up and left. Again.”

It was when Cesar shoved Oscar back that you finally stood up and made a move toward the young teen.

“Okay, that’s enough. Cesar, stop. Stop.” You had tried to no avail, Cesar ignoring you and shoving Oscar again. Your boyfriend waved you off, not wanting you to get involved or get hurt. Then he focused on the hurt boy, calling his name, trying to get him to calm down.

“Cesar. Ces-“

“Monse was right. You are cursed. Everything bad that has happened to me is because of you.”

The room went silent. You could hear nothing but the crickets chirping outside. Oscar’s face visibly fell. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His eyes had taken an emotion that you could only describe as hurt, sadness.. heartache. It absolutely shattered your heart. And it made you angry more than anything else. Oscar didn’t do or say anything. He just turned around and walked down the hallway. You could hear the bedroom door open and then slam shut.

Cesar was breathing hard, panting, eyes angry and hard. But you certainly weren’t gonna let him get away with his behavior, no matter how angry he was at his brother.

“What the hell was that, Cesar?” You asked, eyes blazing as you focused your attention on your boyfriend’s little brother.

“All of this is his fault! He made Ray leave, he-“ You cut him off, holding a hand up.

“First of all, no - it’s not his fault. You’re forgetting that this isn’t the first time Ray has walked out on you, Cesar. You were too little to remember it back then, but he left you once before! Oscar didn’t make Ray do anything he didn’t want to do. That man left on his own free will. I get that you’re angry, but what you’re not gonna do is blame Oscar for something your dad did. Twice.” You said.

“And second - Oscar raised you. When your dad left, when your mom was gone or high - he raised you. He didn’t have to, but he did. He gave up opportunities. He gave up hopes and dreams just to stay here and take care of you, and don’t you forget that. I get that the shit with Latrelle shooting Olivia and Ruby started because of him, I get it. I’m not saying that he’s innocent but you don’t know how it eats away at him - that shit’s with him everyday. He thinks about it everyday. He lives with it everyday. Oscar has done way more for you than Ray ever did. I get that you wanted a relationship with your dad, but who was more of a dad to you? Ray? Or Oscar? You should be lucky that you have Oscar because there are people out there that have no one. If he was somebody else, he could left you here. He’s made mistakes, he’s paid for them. He’s still paying for them. You don’t know half of the shit he’s done or has had to do just to keep you safe. To keep you and your friends safe. It’s so easy to paint him as the bad guy, but don’t forget - he’s your brother and he loves you more than anything. Don’t take your anger out on him.”

Cesar stayed silent through and after that, not saying a single word. His eyes fell to the ground, hands clenched in fists. You had never raised your voice Cesar - you chose not to get involved in arguments with Oscar and his brother, but this time you could stay silent hearing the way Cesar was talking to himS You’d be the first to after that Oscar wasn’t perfect - he made mistakes, grave ones, but you had also seen how much he carried on his shoulder to ensure the safety of not only Cesar and his friends, but the entire neighborhood. He didn’t want anymore innocent people getting hurt, especially if it was because of him. But it was like Cesar and his friends couldn’t see that. They only say and focused on the bad. You couldn’t change everyone’s opinion, but you didn’t want Cesar having that opinion of his brother. You needed him to know just how much Oscar did for him, how much he loved him.

With one final look at Cesar, you walked away from him, heading down the hall towards the familiar door that led to the bedroom you and Oscar shared. What you saw when you opened the door broke your heart into a bunch of pieces.

Oscar was sitting on the bed, hunched over with his face in his hands. His shoulders shook softly and you could tell that he was crying.

“Oh, Oscar..” You shut the door behind you and immediately walked over to him. You gently removed his hands from his face and coaxed him to look up at you. When he did, you heart broke even more if it was possible. His cheeks were wet with tears, his eyes were slightly red, and his bottom lip and chin wobbled as a fresh set of tears came.

“He hates me.” He sounded like such a vulnerable and fragile child. His voice was broken, soft. Unlike the usual tone in which you heard him speak on the daily. This was someone who was hurting inside, and you desperately wanted to make the hurt go away. “He hates me and it’s all my fault.”

With your hands cupping his cheeks, you wiped away the free tears that had fallen, shaking your head. “No, baby. He doesn’t hate you. He’s angry, he’s hurt but he doesn’t hate you. When Ray left the first time, he was too young to remember. But now? This is something entirely new to him. He doesn’t know what to think or what to feel, and like you, the first thing he can think of is anger. Rage.”

“It’s all my fault. Latrelle, Ruby, Olivia.. Monse was right. I am cursed.” Oscar lowered his head and his shoulders began to shake again as he cried quietly. You sighed softly, closing your eyes so the tears that had welled up in your own eyes wouldn’t fall.

“Look at me, papas.” You had spoken softly once you composed yourself. You pressed a kiss against his head and coaxed him to look at you once more. You wiped away the tears once more and leaned in, pressing the tiniest kiss against the teardrop tattoo under his eye.

“You’ve made mistakes. We all have. But it’s not all your fault. You’re not cursed. Cesar doesn’t hate you. I see you, Oscar. The real you. I see all that you do to protect him, to keep him safe. I mean even with all that happened today - you were more upset about Cesar having to go through this, about having to tell him Ray left. Why? Because you just wanted to protect him, the way no one protected you when you were growing up. The streets raised you and you raised him - you’ve done so much for him, and I just told him that right now. He loves you, baby.”

“I never wanted him to have to go through that. I never wanted him to have to grow up with the hurt that I did when he left. It fucking.. it hurt so bad. When Ray left today.. I felt like a little kid all over again. Like it was the first time. And then I remembered that Cesar is older now, that he’ll remember this and.. fuck..” His voice cracked, but you stayed silent, letting him finish and get all that he needed off his chest. “I’ve messed up with him. Badly, after that shit that happened with Ruby getting shot and Olivia dying, kicking Cesar out - I fucked up. I know I did. I chose the Santos over my own brother.. I’ll never be able to make up for it, but I want to try. For him. Everything that I do, everything I’ve ever done is for him.”

Oscar’s hands, which had gravitated down to your hips, tightened slightly as he pulled you closer, looking up at you from his seated position on the bed with such an intense and vulnerable gaze that you couldn’t bring yourself to look away, even if you wanted to.

“I do it for you too, you know. I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I just..” He paused, trying to find the right words. “You heal me, Y/N.” He said, and your eyes watered again. “You make me want to be a better person. A better man. I never ever want to lose you. I can’t lose you. I love you.”

With a tear drop falling down your cheek, you bent down ever so slightly. You leaned in and kissed his neck, specifically the Santos cross. You worked your way up, peppering little kisses against his jawline. It wasn’t sexual in the slightest, you just needed him to know that you were there. That you were there and you weren’t going anywhere. You worked your way up to his cheek, then the tear drop tattoo once more. There, you rested your forehead upon his. You locked eyes with your boyfriend, staring deep into them and hoping that you were conveying the love you had for him.

“I’m not going anywhere, Oscar. You’re stuck with me. Now and always. I love you. Good and bad. Nothing you can say or do will ever scare me away, okay? You’re a good man. You’re an amazing brother. Shit, you’re an amazing dad to Cesar. You raised him. You did and you alone. You did and do so much for him. I see all that you do, and I’m proud of you. I’m proud to be your’s.”

[lyssismagical]

evermore

Just a Solid Vent Fic 

I wanna do 30 days of Taylor Swift-inspired fics (folklore and evermore) lmao but idk yet we’ll see lemme know tho 

 *

As a compromise for Tony not being able to pay Peter’s tuition to MIT thanks to his full ride, Tony bought an apartment right beside campus for Peter to live in, to ensure no awkward adventures trying to be Spider-Man with a roommate.

Peter’s still adamant about getting a job and paying for his food, phone bill, and any other things like clothing or entertainment.

And balancing classes, patrolling, and a job, isn’t easy, of course. But it’s always been better for him to work hard than to give himself time to think. It’s not like his mental health is on hold, but it’s easier to put it aside when he’s got so much to do all the time.

It doesn’t help that he’s also on the debate team thanks to MJ, and in the robotics club thanks to Ned.

When November rolls around and it brings the final projects, Peter pushes himself to the limit to keep up with everything.

He starts dropping his sleep to only a nap whenever he can squeeze it in, working all afternoon, classes all morning, and Spider-Man all night, and he starts making up excuses for anything that isn’t a number one priority.

He stops seeing his friends, stops calling May back, stops replying to Tony’s worried texts, stops helping out with his professors or the librarian or his classmates. He stops cleaning his apartment, letting dishes pile up on the counters and laundry go unwashed.

It’s bad, and he knows that, rationally and logically, he knows.

But that doesn’t stop him from doing it anyway.

Three weeks, he tells himself.

And he keeps pushing.

MJ shows up at his apartment out of the blue when he’s studying away, and he barely manages to clear the fog in his head to stumble for the door.

“I can’t talk right now,” he says before she can even say hello. “I’ve gotta study for my physics exam.”

“No, you’ve gotta chill the fuck out.”

He shakes his head, leaving the door open as he turns his back and heads into his kitchen for a quick snack so he can get back to his work. “No, I have to study.”

“Oh my god, you live in a garbage dump,” she says, eyes going wide as she takes in the state of his apartment. “When was the last time you washed a dish? Or, gross, your hair?”

He doesn’t bother responding, rolling his eyes and downing a protein bar. “Two weeks, now, and then I’m done for a month.”

“At this rate, I don’t know if you’ll make it through the next two weeks.”

Peter can’t help but roll his eyes again, part of him hating how much he’s lashing out despite wanting help, needing help, but unable to find the strength to stop it from happening as he brushes past her again.

“I know you’re stressed, I know you’re anxious about exams and papers and labs, but, seriously, Peter?” she says, following him to where he’s working in the living room, papers and binders and textbooks strewn across every surface. “You’re a genius, okay? You’ve been getting excellent grades all year. The only reason you might not do well on these projects is because you’re working yourself to death.”

He shakes his head, feeling very suddenly like he might cry. “It’s not that easy. Just… I don’t want to deal with this right now, okay?”

MJ doesn’t take that as a good answer, though, sitting beside him on the old couch. “I know you, okay? I know you better than most people do. I’ve seen you in some of the worst states you’ve been in. I know this. You can’t pretend that this is okay or normal or that this is you doing fine. I don’t believe it for a second.”

He opens his mouth to fight back, to argue, to try to convince her otherwise, or maybe just to kick her out. But he hesitates.

After the Snap’s reversal, she was the one who devoted all her time to taking care of him. He was such a mess of PTSD and depression and emptiness, but she was there. She kept the lights on for him, she brought him food and water, held him after nightmares, talked him down from panic attacks every other day. She was there, despite everything, she was always there.

Tony was too far and he never wanted to bother May, so he regularly would drop by her fire escape where she would patch him up after patrols, and occasionally, let him sleep next to her and make sure to get him to school on time.

She’s always been there.

She’s held him together, kept him sane, helped him through it all.

It wouldn’t be fair to get pissed.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, shoving a hand through his mess of greasy, tangled curls. “I’m such a mess, I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to be a bitch, but I just… I don’t know what I’m doing. I feel like I’m drowning.”

And she nods because she’s always understood, always known what he means. She puts her hand over his. “You deserve a nap. C’mon.”

He goes to shake his head, looking to where his lab is only half-done, he’s only a few chapters into the textbook to get prepared for his exam, rough notes scribbled out for a paper.

“No, c’mon. You’re taking a nice nap. You deserve it,” she repeats, tugging more insistently at his wrist.

But he shakes his head this time, pulling his hand away. “If I stop, I won’t be able to start again.”

“Peter-”

“I’m serious, if I take a nap or a break or take a second to breathe, I will crumble and I won’t be able to put myself back together in time for these due dates. I won’t get back up. I just-” He stops, taking a deep breath and rubbing at his wet eyes. “I need to keep pushing for the next two weeks and then I can fall apart.”

MJ shakes her head, fingers wrapping around his thin wrist. “That’s not healthy. And it certainly wouldn’t be right for me to let you do that.”

“I’ll fail my classes if I don’t do well on these assignments and exams. I need to keep going. I know it’s bad, but if I get into bed, I will fall into a slump and I won’t get anything done.”

Surprising both him and what seems like herself, she nods, holding onto him a little tighter like he’ll disappear before her very eyes. “Fine. But I’m going to stay here with you and make sure you don’t die over the next two weeks, alright? And you have to listen when I tell you to eat or watch stupid reality TV shows with me.”

He hums out an agreement, letting himself slump into her side, eyes focusing in on his mess of homework laid out before him.

“Come on. Step one, is getting you showered and in clean clothes because you smell like you spent the night in a dumpster.”

*

MJ does exactly as she promised she would. She calls it a ‘mental health sleepover’ and they set up camp in the living room.

She calls in sick for him at work for most of the week, telling them that he caught the flu and wouldn’t be back until after his exams, and even then, he’d already booked most of Winter Break off to go home to New York.

There wasn’t much she could do, in all honesty, it wasn’t like she could force him to sleep or take a break without a fight, but she could make him healthy meals and stop him from going out patrolling, which was enough to take a big load off his shoulders.

And she occasionally can convince him to watch those dumb reality TV shows, which occasionally makes him fall asleep on the couch for at least an hour or two.

It helps, of course, but it doesn’t solve any of the problems.

As soon as he’s finished exams, he’s going to drop, he’s going to fall, he’s going to drown, let the waves take him.

And nobody will be able to help him then.

“I booked your flight home,” MJ says over dinner and while he’s finishing up his lab report. “My flight’s a few hours after yours, so I’ll be with you until you board and then the Starks will pick you up.”

“Thanks. I really owe you one,” he says, only half-listening as he starts on his paper.

She grabs him by his shoulder and makes him turn to her laptop screen. “Say yes to the dress time. Your paper can wait a bit.”

“There’s only so much I can procrastinate,” he says but he’s already closing his laptop and tucking himself into her side, and shoulders finally relaxing.

She starts the episode, on a low volume, and presses a quick kiss to his temple.

By the time they’re onto the second episode, Peter’s slurring out his insults to the dresses some of the women pick, making fun of the different styles, and blinking getting longer and longer.

“That neckline?” Peter goes, giggling into MJ’s shoulder. “Especially with those shoes?”

“You’re a bitch.”

“I know, but seriously?” he laughs again, a little window into the person he once was. “I mean the first option wasn’t bad, but the choice of a grey dress in the first place…”

MJ’s voice goes all soft and gentle when she next speaks up, “Come on, go to sleep, you can afford to take a little break.”

And he nods sleepily against her shoulder, tucking himself just a little closer, making himself small against her side. It’s simple, for now.

*

As soon as he’s done his last exam, he can feel the adrenaline wearing off, disappearing from within him, all energy draining from his very veins.

He goes straight home afterwards, ignoring everybody who tries to stop him for a chat. And as soon as he makes it to his apartment, he goes straight to bed, tugging the sheets right over his head.

He shouldn’t do this, he knows. He should call MJ, ask that she drop everything for him again because he can feel himself slipping, but he won’t. He can’t. He doesn’t even know when the last time he saw his phone was, let alone have the effort to leave his blankets and try to find it. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t have it in him to care.

He feels empty and exhausted and strung out. Carved hollow. Putting everything he has into the past few months, he feels like he has nothing left to give.

There’s a knock on his front door, but he doesn’t move.

A few minutes later, his phone rings, somewhere in another part of the apartment. It rings again and again, a symphony for him to pass out to.

*

Time passes strangely when he’s this deep in a depressive episode. He doesn’t know how long he’s been huddled under his blankets, hiding from the world. It could’ve been anywhere between a couple hours and a few days, he doesn’t know.

His phone continues ringing, far away and echoing through his dreams, tears sliding down his cheeks at random intervals, hands trembling where they’re tucked under his chest.

He feels like he’s drifting away, collapsing into himself, fading away into nothingness.

He feels empty, hollow, gone.

He gave everything he had into school and work over the course of four months, and he has nothing left to give anymore. He’s nothing more than an empty well.

And he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to pull himself together, pack, get a flight home, and pretend to be one hundred percent for Morgan.

He’d rather just die here, in this cave he’s built, ghost-like and fading away already, than have to face another soul.

*

When he hears his front door unlocking, he knows he should be worried. Nobody has a spare copy of his key except for Ned, who already went home to New York a few weeks back.

He knows it should be at least a little concerning that somebody is breaking into his apartment, but he can’t find it in him to care. He doesn’t have the energy to move or hide or try to protect himself.

He just curls up a little tighter and hopes that this won’t be his last day.

“Peter?”

He lifts his head, just enough to see over his cave of his blankets.

And standing in his bedroom doorway is Tony.

“Hi,” he breathes, curling up a little tighter, knowing he’s safe.

Tony slips into his room and sits at the end of his bed, one hand on Peter’s ankle. “MJ called when you wouldn’t answer your phone or let her in. She knew something was up.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I saw something like this coming after you finished your senior year and spent two weeks sick and depressed. I thought you’d be home in time before you started feeling so run down, but I guess I was wrong.”

Peter doesn’t know how he’s supposed to respond to that, so instead he lets his head fall into the pillows again.

“I’m not going to make you do anything yet, I think you could use a bit more time here. Though, Morgan thought two days sleeping was plenty, I think another one might do you well. But tomorrow, we’re going to get you fed and showered and your apartment clean, and then this weekend, we’ll get a flight home. Sound good?”

He nods, though he’s pretty sure he would agree to pretty much anything so long as the decisions are taken out of his hands.

“Come here,” Tony murmurs, sliding into the space beside Peter, arms open. Peter finally feels at home when he crawls into the awaiting hug. “MJ mentioned Say Yes to the Dress bingeing, you feel up for making fun of more dress choices?”

Peter laughs half-heartedly against Tony’s chest, tucking himself into him like a child would, and nods, breathing in the soothing scent of motor oil and expensive cologne.

He knows he’ll fall apart again, he knows that it’s not going to be a permanent solution, but the time being, he has Tony’s arms around him, a reality TV show quietly keeping them company, and the relief of having time to feel miserable before he has to pick himself up, it’s enough for now. It’ll be enough.

He’ll be okay with people like Tony and MJ at his side.

He’ll be okay.

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