#anyways I’m gonna try to sleep earlier so I’m not tired when I wake up at shitfuck o’clock

[iwriteiguessandiloveit]

I'll Sleep when i'm Dead

Toon!Beetlejuice x reader

i'll sleep when i'm Dead

Chamomile tea by your bedside. Noise machine you brought up from the basement. A small night light casting shadows around the room. All used in some form or another, and still your eyes were glued open; Thinking of both everything and nothing at the same time. The tick-tock of the clock rang out in your otherwise silent room. Speaking of the clock, what time was it anyway? You turned your head to read the digital clock on your dresser- and made eye contact with two large, grey rimmed eyes. 

You screamed- ‘AUGH!’

After the adrenaline rush had subsided, you knew who the strange eyes belonged to. Beetlejuice, your boyfriend. Who also happens to be a ghost.

He rolled through the air, shaking with fits of laughter. ‘Oh, you should've seen your face! Priceless!’ You rolled your eyes and shunted the covers over to the edge of the bed and stepped over to your dresser. Goosebumps prickled along your arms in the chilly air. ‘BJ! What are you doing here? It’s kinda creepy, spying on me like that.’ 

The mirror’s border creaked as he rested his full weight on it. ‘Aw, c’mon! Can’t I just wanna see my favorite breather?’ 

‘That still doesn't make it any less creepy.’ You murmured. Well, creepy or not, you could take advantage of the situation. Anything’s better than being alone with your thoughts at 3 Am. ‘But since we’re both up…’ With a triple recitation of his moniker; As he was shoved by an invisible force out of the mirror and into reality; He crash landed upside down on the floor. Stars circled around his head and his eyes whirled in their sockets. ‘Y-ya really gotta warn me before ya do that…’ You helped him up, but your giggles were interrupted with a large yawn.

 Beej raised an eyebrow. ‘You look tired, babes. Why aren't-cha in bed?’ Upon remembering your predicament, your shoulders sagged. A heavy sigh escaped your mouth. ‘Can’t. Not for lack of trying, I just have so much on my mind right now, like I have a science test tomorrow and notes for history and I have to wake up 30 minutes earlier because I have to pick up my prescription before they send it back and i’ve been trying to go to bed for 3 and a half hours now-’ You were interrupted by Beetlejuice, who shoved a grimy finger to your lips. ‘Ahp-bup-bup, no need to freak out. I’m gonna help you!’ Your eyebrows quirked skeptically, but before, you could express your doubt in that idea he exclaimed-

‘I got an idea! Lemme serenade you to sleep!’ He thrust his hand in his pants pocket and pulled out a full size accordion, complete with handles and a black and white paint job. He started playing a few painfully off-key base notes. ‘Any requests?’ Remembering the last time he tried to play something for you and all the apology notes you had to write to the neighbors, you pushed the accordion down a few inches. 

‘No-thanks, sweet of you but I don’t think it’ll help.’ 

‘You never want to hear my songs.’ He grumbled. But his face lightened up after a moment and exclaimed, ‘I know what’ll help-’ 

With a snap of his fingers, your world exploded into neon stripes. Your room spun away to be replaced by a 80s-esque dance studio, the backdrop a mix of zigzags and bright colors, fuzzing your vision up. In the middle of the room, BJ was dressed in neon green arm and leg warmers with neon purple bodysuit; And hands on his hips in a sassy gesture.

Well this is a sight you’d take to the neitherworld. 

‘Alright babes! Put your hands up and stretch up high! Let's tire those muscles out!’ His feet moved rapidly, spinning like a ballerina and stomping to an invisible beat. Bewildered, you tried to recreate whatever in the world he’s doing but you kept tripping, eventually landing flat on your ass. ‘Beej, take me HOME!’ You cried. He turned to you, huffing and puffing with the effort of his improv-ed dancing. ‘Aw, just when I was having fun…’ He lamented. But as you requested, he snapped again and your room reappeared before you. You steadied yourself on the headboard of the bed. You tugged off and flung the neon pink headband you only just realized you had on when your gaze shifted to Beetlejuice.

He looked a little hurt. Eyes darting away from you, fiddling with his tie. You hadn't meant to hurt his feelings, you were just so tired that you didn't have the sense of humor for his shenanigans in you. He was genuinely trying to help, after all. 

‘BJ…’ You started. ‘Yeah?’ He perked up.

You plopped on the edge of your bed, sagging as the fatigue returned at your lack of motion. ‘I’m sorry I was so harsh. I just… Honestly, the best thing you can do right now is just cuddle me. Silently. Please?’ 

He nodded vigorously, and suddenly his mouth was a zipper and fastened itself closed  with a ‘swiipp’. ‘’Mhmph-hmm!’ He mumbled; His voice, obviously, obstructed by the zipper. 

No matter the state you were in, this goofy ghost always managed to make you laugh.

‘Heh, c’mere.’ You stretched your arms out toward him and he readily dove into your embrace.

The soft chill of his arms was a welcome feeling. You pulled up the covers to both your shoulders, while his hand came up to stroke your hair. Like the clingy specter he is, he wrapped his arms and legs around your waist and clutched you like a parasite. It restricted your breathing a bit, but one look at his adorable face snuggling into your neck had you melting. You didn't have the heart to make him move. 

(1 hour later)

BJ

You're so beautiful. Well, you’re always beautiful, but especially now. It’s been TORTURE just sittin’ here not talking or anything! But I guess if you can sleep it's worth it… now just let me-oops, didn't mean to bump your nose there, Sorry, Y/N. Pleaseee stay asleep-there we go. *smack* free access for forehead kisses. Love ya, babes. Nighty-night.

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LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO

can you tell I had fun with this one?

RS has the privilege of calling the 80s dance studio setting her own idea~

Credit where it's due: L and RS, who beta read and gave me suggestions (and a lot of laughs)

@accidentalnh2cl, this is for you! I hope you like it!

And off we go! I'll get started on the next one tomorrow.

luv y'all!

-Rea ❤

[yourdarkcherry]

Feeling righteously yummy || J.M

Summary: you’re grounded and JJ is pleading you to come with him on another late night adventure, when you refuse he decides that he should just finger you in your bedroom.

Warnings: smut, fingering (r!receiving), nipple biting and sucking, lots and lots of dirty talk, fem!reader.

Divider by: @/cafekitsune

Your parents hate JJ Maybank. They hate the effect he has on you, it’s a visceral type of change that comes in and disturbs everything in your world. 

You don’t blame them at all, because when he comes knocking at your window, or more likely throwing rocks,  you would throw away everything and hop into his motorcycle, not caring where he takes you as long as he takes you with him. 

He returns you to your home just by dawn, sometimes he doesn’t drop you off and you simply sleep over in questionable places with him. You’ve never been caught when you commit the latter, but you were the previous day and you were grounded, your window shut and your mother guarding the front door.

But if JJ Maybank was anything, he was born with the kind of persistence that tires you out and makes you do whatever he wants you to do. He’s holding into a tree branch and leaning against your bedroom window, managed to climb it with the help of the massive tree next to your house. 

His hand is extended to you, inviting you to join him on another adventure tonight. Looking so handsome and so charming, as he’s leaning against the tree he reminds you of the apple that attracted Eve. 

“I can’t,” you tell him, slapping his hand away when he wiggles his fingers to you, “I’m grounded.”

“You can’t, or you won’t?” he asks, and you roll your eyes at him when he says, “because you have your legs and you have a free will, so I think you can but you just won’t.”

“JJ I’m literally grounded, and mom comes to check my room every five minutes so if she sees me gone I will be grounded until the day I die,” you argue, JJ laughs and you feel your heart flutters at the sound of his chuckle, “I think you’re being dramatic.”

“I’m serious, please,” you plead, “if my mom saw you here she’d kill me first and then kill you.” and then you try to loosen his grip on the windowsill, “I think you’re gonna kill me first!” he says loudly, and you instantly let go of him as you cover your face, afraid that your mother heard him shouting downstairs. 

But all you can hear is the muffled noise of the television, “come on cupcake, I bet she’s already sleeping, and I will drop you off before she even wakes up.”

“Yeah well, you told me that yesterday and I woke up at John B’s couch, and to a million calls from my parents.” You replied sassily, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring at him. You entirely blamed JJ for your punishment, because if he hadn’t coaxed you into drinking then you wouldn’t have gotten drunk and everyone knew you were a sleepy drunk, and he was an irresponsible drunk so it was easily a recipe for disaster.

You snoozed at John B’s couch, and he thought that he should let you sleep and your parents wouldn’t even realize you were gone because he would drop you at home early in the morning like he always does.

“This time it wouldn’t happen, scout’s honor.” he says, tapping his chest and you can’t help the smile stretching on your lips at his actions. 

“If I were to say yes, where are you taking me anyways?” you asked, sitting on the chair by your window. 

Truth to be said, you’ve never cared where he’d take you as long as you were with him. But your fight with your parents earlier, and the punishment you received afterwards slightly worried you. What if he takes you somewhere far away and you don’t get back home in time? If that were to happen, you would never be allowed to see JJ.

He wasn’t even your boyfriend, even though you’ve made out several times, but you were afraid to ask him what you two were because you knew JJ doesn’t do relationships. If you asked him to put a name on what the two of you have, then you’re scared he’d bail.

So, for now you’re content with what you two have.

JJ shrugs, “I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out eventually.” you roll your eyes at his words, then attempt to shut the window, “Then I’m not risking anything, JJ, go home.” He fights your attempt to shut the window, he wins because he’s persistent and you lose because you never actually wanted him to leave.

“I just don’t understand, you’re nineteen, you can do whatever the fuck you want.” he starts his usual argument, and you exhale as you answer with your usual answer, “because I live under their roof and they worry, a lot.”

“They have nothing to worry about though, it’s not like we do drugs or anything.” He says, you can't help but laugh and add sarcastically, “right, all we do is get drunk, smoke weed and skinny dip.”

He smiles, “come on, we don’t do anything wrong.”

“JJ, please.” you plead.

“No, you please. Come join me, I promise no crazy business and I’d have you back in an hour.” He tries, you shake your head despite feeling your heart relenting, but when you imagine your parents’ reaction you build your stubborn walls again. 

“I just don’t understand why your parents don’t like me.” He says with a shrug.

“Because you don’t use the front door, and you take me out during midnight.” you answered instantly. 

“I would say I use the front door pretty frequently,” he says with a wiggle of his eyebrows that makes your face heat up and your heart swoon despite him clearly using a nasty innuendo. If it was anyone else you’d have slapped them, but since it was JJ you laughed and tried to cool your hot face with your cold fingers.

“Come on…” he pleads, and you shake your head. He stares at you with those sapphire blues that captivate you. Neither of you speak, only you drowning into his entrancing gaze.

Then he sighs and nods, “fine,” you feel your heart drop at him giving up despite it being the best outcome. If you were found out, you’d be giving a harsher punishment.

JJ looks defeated for a moment, his shoulders slumping as he lets go of the windowsill. You feel a pang of guilt seeing him like this, but the fear of facing your parents' wrath overpowers it. “Alright, alright,” he mumbles, stepping back from the window. 

“I’ll…” you trail, standing up from the chair and walking away from the window and crossing your arms over your chest tighter, and staring at him, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” 

“Hell yeah you are.” He says, and you grin but your smile turns into confusion when he looks like he’s about to jump from the branch to your window. Your lips are frozen with shock, and you’re stunned when he actually manages to bounce from the tree and then inside your bedroom.

He walks towards you, his signature smirk on his lips and his big warm hands rest on your cheeks, “you thought I would just leave that easily, cupcake?”

You want to yell at him, and tell him that he’s fucking crazy for even thinking he can stay with you in your bedroom. If your mother saw him, then you could only kiss your freedom goodbye. But the magnetic pull he has on you. Despite the chaos he brings into your life, there's a thrill in being with him that you can't resist, and the only thing you could do is try to fight your growing smile but failing miserably.

You know you look crazy as you’re smiling and hissing at him, “JJ, are you insane?! What if my mom catches you in here?!” 

He grins, completely unbothered, and wraps his left arm around your waist, his right hand still cupping your cheek. “Then you’re gonna have to hide me, but I’m sure we can manage, what's the worst that could happen? It’s not like she would kill me or anything.”

You huff a laugh, but there's no denying the truth in his words. There's something intoxicating about JJ's carefree spirit, his ability to turn even the most mundane moments into adventures. 

He’s the devil, you think, or the most tempting sin ever. You lightly push against his chest, trying to create some distance between you two. “JJ, this is a terrible idea. You can't just waltz into my room like it's no big deal.”

He chuckles, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your cheek. “Come on, cupcake, where's your sense of adventure? Life's too short to play by all the rules.”

Your eyes narrow at him, but you can't deny the fluttering feeling in your stomach. “My mom would kill me if she found you here.”

He presses a quick, sweet kiss to your forehead. “Then let's not get caught.”

As he pulls away, you can't help but sigh. JJ’s presence is a whirlwind of excitement and trouble, and though you know better, you find yourself giving in to his charm. The thought of spending the night sneaking around with him is both thrilling and terrifying.

He glances around your room, his eyes settling on the open window. “I would offer to go back out if it makes you feel better, but I’m afraid you’d say yes so I wouldn’t.” he smirks.

You shake your head, a mix of frustration and amusement in your voice. “You're unbelievable, JJ. Fine, but you have to be quiet and stay out of sight. If my mom finds you, I'm blaming this entirely on you.”

He grins, taking your hand. “Deal, cupcake.”

Slapping his chest, “I hate it when you call me that.” and you try to make space between you both, but he’s stronger and more stubborn than you, the space you make is insignificant. 

“Why not? You taste sweet just like frosting of one.” He whispers against your lips, leaning down to kiss you daringly, and slowly. Your heartbeat is fast, and then it completely drops to your pussy at his dirty words and his slow kissing. 

You manage to gather enough willpower to push him away, panting slightly as you scold him. “JJ, we need to be quiet, remember?” He holds both of your hands by your wrists, bringing them to rest on his chiseled chest, he pushes you towards your bed.

“No,” he says and interrupting himself to kiss your lips, “No,” he repeats and this time he kisses your neck and your jaw slacks at the crazy sensation, “You need to be quiet.” He whispers hotly against your ear, and you actually have to hold onto his shirt to stabilize yourself or your jelly-like legs would expose how weak he makes you feel.

The hand on your cheek slides down to your neck, down your shoulder and then finally to your boobs. He holds a handful and squeezes them, you bite your neck to not moan loudly. You struggle to keep your eyes open, and you’re painfully aware of your unlocked door.

“JJ, the door.” You slur, his kisses lowering down to your cleavage, and when he bites the mound of fat on your chest you stifle a low moan with the back of your palm. But you lose your balance when he pushes you to your bed, you gasp at the drop and watch him with hungry eyes take off his shirt and toes off his shoes. 

He climbs over your body, and rids you of your own shirt, and doesn’t bother with breaking off the distance in order to take off your bra, he only pushes the cups under your breasts. Then lowers his head to swirl his tongue around your hard nipples. You shut your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his soft, hot and wet mouth around your nipple, he pinches the other one making you bite your tongue to stifle your noises.

Then he bites your nipple and you squeak, “JJ!” you hiss and pull his hair back but this only makes him more riled up. His hand travels down your chest, and then unbuttons your shorts, struggling to reach behind your thongs but when he does he easily finds the source of wetness.

His middle and ring finger slip in the parting of your pussy, then between the hot wet folds. He moans against your tits, making your body outstretch against his. You feel his hard cock prod the inside of your thigh when he comes to kiss your lips. 

“You’re always so fucking wet for me, do I turn you on that much, cupcake?” he whispers against your lips.

You reach for his clothed cock, groping the hardness and whispering back, “what about you, always thinking of fucking me that you get hard isntantly?” You feel his lips stretching in a smile against your own.

“Is it so wrong? Look at you, can’t believe the hottest girl in obx lets me fuck her whenever I want.” He says, his fingers parting your folds and going up and down over your clit. Your eyes instantly close at the sensation, feeling yourself grow wetter. 

“Do your parents know you let me fuck whenever I want?” he asks against your lips. You bring him to kiss you so you can moan freely against his mouth, you feel your mixing saliva dripping down your mouth. 

“I think if they knew they would hate me even more,” he says, his fingers prodding to go inside your cunt. You gasp at the sensation, but you feel more slickness seeping out of your pussy and it’s embarrassing the way your pussy makes noises in the quietness of your bedroom. 

“If you knew what I think of when I see you, I don’t think you’d go anywhere with me at midnight.” He whispers, his fingers coming out to stroke your wet clit, you feel your heart going faster. “Do you trust me this much? Letting me take you anywhere and letting me fuck you anywhere?” he kisses you, and you feel your walls tightening around his fingers.

The coil in the depth of your stomach feels like it’s getting tighter at everything he’s doing to you, at how he’s making you feel. 

“I can feel you getting tighter, are you going to cum?” he asks, whispering lowly and hotly in your ear and parting to stare into your eyes. Your voice betrays you, and you know if you speak you would only moan and whine, so you only nod whining lowly.

“You’re going to cum around my fingers? Please, I want to feel you cum around my fingers, please, baby?” he is basically pleading, at his last words the coil snaps and your vision turns white, he kisses you to muffle your moans.

His tongue twisting around your own and sucking your saliva, your hips buck against his hand as you’re riding out your orgasm. He doesn’t stop even when you’ve finished cumming, and only does that when you’re whining at him to stop with how overstimulated you were getting, your body jerking against his.

Embarrassingly, his fingers slip out of your pussy with a loud ‘pop’ that makes your face turn hot and makes his smirk widen, he brings his fingers to his mouth while maintaining eye contact with you. 

Your jaw slacks at the scenery, his pupils blown wide against his baby blue irises, and his cheeks flushed. 

He’s so beautiful, everything about him is magnetic. His tousled hair and rogue smirk only add to the allure. A walking embodiment of charisma, JJ’s heat is undeniable, a blaze impossible to resist.

“Let me give you a taste of your sweet pussy.” He states, and before you could respond he leans down to kiss you hungrily and passionately, it’s messy and sweet and overwhelming. Just like him. 

You’re the one that breaks the kiss, turning to the side to breathe in oxygen sharply. He lays on his side, staring down at you as you look back at him. Your smile widening at his infectious one.

JJ fixes your messed up hair strands, tucking them behind your ear and grinning. Resting on his elbow and looking down at you, then his hands travel to your exposed tits, meaning to cover them but not before pinching your nipples making you whine and slap his chest. 

He laughs, then when you look decent, he asks, “so, when are you going to ask me to be your boyfriend?” His laughter still lingers in the air, a playful melody that resonates. You raise an eyebrow, feeling your heart picking up its pace at your surprise by his candid question. “Boyfriend? JJ, you want to be…” you trail off, feeling your face grow hot at his question, his teasing smirk fueling the warmth. “Yeah, I mean, we’re practically inseparable, right?” JJ’s gaze holds a glint of sincerity beneath the playful facade. Your heart wavers between uncertainty and excitement. “I just never thought you were the type to do relationships, plus you’ve never asked to be my boyfriend” you admit, a smile tugging at your lips.

Then you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him to kiss him, he kisses back with the same level of devotion, if not more. 

When you break the kiss you kiss his cheek, he parts away just a little to look into your eyes, “Can I be your boyfriend?”

A mixture of emotions swirl within you– uncertainty, excitement, and a tinge of fear. JJ Maybank, the perpetual rebel, is asking for something beyond the usual thrill seeking adventures. It’s a side of him you hadn’t anticipated, and yet, it feels like a natural progression.

“I would love it.” You answer.

JJ’s grin widens, and he pulls you into a tight embrace, as if sealing the deal. “Well, then, consider it official, cupcake.”

[cheri-2047]

Lyney x Reader (reverse comfort)

TAGS: gore, blood, slight mentions of SA, trauma, child abuse, child labor, fluff at the end

CHARACTERS: Lyney, mentions of lynette, Freminet, Arlecchino

A/N:this was actually from an anon but I accidentally posted it and I had to delete it, anyways I hope u still find this 😞 another A/N at the end

Situation: Lyney used to be more catlike just like Lynette, until when he was being cared for by nobles, they had to cut off his ears and tail.

It was one of those quiet nights. Nights where your boyfriend was a bit more drained than usual. Nights where he would come home tired from a mission and just desperately wanting to go to bed, and nights where he just wanted to lay comfortably in the solace of your arms.

He came home from a difficult mission from “father.” He came with slight wounds and bandages all over his torso, causing you to worry about him before he brushes it off, saying he had gotten treatment from the nurses and the healers at the hearth.

“Please..whats wr-“

“I’m gonna take a shower…”

He said a bit coldly, not intending to sound rude, he really was just tired.

He went off to the bathroom and you couldn’t help but think of what to do.

Is he okay?

No

Is he tired?

Yes

Is he hurt?

Yes

Is he sad?

….you couldn’t tell.

You couldn’t differentiate if your lover was just tired or sad.

That night, lyney skipped dinner once more. Not because he wanted to but because he was extremely exhausted.

“Can we go to bed a bit earlier? Just wanna rest for now”

He said with a smile. You could tell it was forced so you wouldn’t worry. In turn you just nodded to make things easier for him.

“Let’s go.”

You two got in bed. Whenever he was like this, he liked being the little spoon. He hugged you tightly and buried his face on your chest.

“Good night reader…”

He said before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

He falls asleep almost immediately. You were a bit restless at the time and just watched him sleep. You from time to time played with his hair and that’s when you noticed two odd bumps.

What the…

You looked at both, it looked stitched closed. You looked at him with a concerned look, as you tried to check on it more “did this happen today? No no it doesn’t look new” as your hands passed over the top, lyney jolted up and sat up, before grabbing your hand violently

“A-ah… sorry sorry I- don’t touch please… not there”

He felt bad for reacting that way to you, as he let go of your hand.

“Sorry! I-I didn’t mean to hurt you”

“It’s alright… just.. sensitive is all”

He smiled, trying to explain.

“I’m worried about you lyney… I saw the stitches…”

Lyneys gaze averted from yours. He didn’t want anyone to see that, even if it was from freminet, or father (even though she already knew).

“I don’t… um…”

Lyney didn’t know whether he should tell you or not. He wanted to but at the same time he didn’t want you to worry.

“If you don’t want to say anything it’s okay… you..you don’t have to. I’m really sorry for touching there darling”

“Mon cher…”

He laid back in your arms

“When..Lynette and I were street rats, before ‘father’ found us…”

He said while playing with his shirt a bit. Still not giving you eye contact.

“We were adopted by nobles. A kind man, he said he was impressed by our tricks on the street.”

“…he would give us a home to live in, to stay away from the streets and in turn we perform for him at his parties”

“Lynette and I needed to ensure we would stay at our ‘home’ so he would force us to practice all day”

“It was all fun and games at first until he started waking me up in the middle of the night”

Lyney clutched his shirt tighter.

“He would scold me into practicing more, yo the point he would pull my tail as if it were a leash”

Your head tilted in confusion

“Tail?”

“One night, after a performance, he pulled me away”

“You did great lyney! But I think it would be better if you looked a bit more… distinct from your sister don’t you think?”

“I didn’t understand what he said, I thought he meant he’d color my hair different, but suddenly I saw a pair of scissors and a medical table.”

“I told myself he’d just cut my hair, that is until he told me to.. lay down on the nearby bed”

“Chest on the mattress” he said”

You held out your hand out to see if he would wan to hold it for comfort.

Lyney let go of his shirt and held your hand

“He then cut off my tail. He covered my mouth tightly with his hand so I wouldnt yell, before he pressed my head down and cut off my ears as well”

Lyney had a pained tone, one he wouldn’t usually wear.

“I used to be like Lynette”

He buried his face on your chest. You felt it getting damp slightly.

Lyney never liked to cry, he hated it. But he never talked about what happened for years. Not just one, not just two, 10.

He hated remembering, but he wanted to tell you.

“So..so that’s why… oh love I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to trigger you and I’m so sorry he did that, you don’t deserve that…”

(I’m leaving this space a bit empty so you can also say your own words to him in ur head does this make sense 😓)

Lyney shook his head, before trembling a bit in your arms, before nodding at your response “it’s okay…”

You could tell he was still in pain due to the events.

You pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“Do you… feel bad about what happened?”

“Of course I do… I never wanted for it to happen and I liked it before since it made me look more like lynette”

He frowned.

“What about this… do you have a mission tomorrow?”

“Not that I know of…”

“Let’s go out tomorrow and do anything you want, I’ll pay…like a day off AND date to make you feel better”

You offered, as you hugged him tighter

You feel him nod.

“I love you, thank you Mon cher”

He muttered before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

That night, you spent the night whispering comforting words to his ear until you both fell asleep.

A/N: this wasn’t proofread and I kinda didn’t know how to go for the ending so I made it like that

Sorry this was so badly written 😓 I haven’t been able to write good recently and I really tried.

Anw, I hope this was ok!

REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN !!!

[resignedbiology]

Cake for An Angel

🎂 aka the most almost belated Happy Birthday to Hiori 🎂, featuring the fluffiest Hiorin, as well as Karasu and Shidou making Rin's life a living nightmare in the best way possible, as always.

“I swear to god, working with you is like talking to a fucking calculator —“

“ — and I wouldn’t be so pissed off if you just followed the instructions —“

“Ok I’m colouring the frosting pink since neither of you answered when I asked.”

“Shidou, if you say ONE more word —”

Rin knew he shouldn’t have asked Karasu for help, and if he was completely honest, he couldn’t even remember how Shidou had gotten involved in the first place — oh, right. He’d stumbled into the France Stratum’s kitchen for exactly three reasons. First, it was Hiori’s birthday in approximately an hour and twelve minutes. Second, Rin had completely forgotten said birthday. Third, Karasu had mentioned at some point that he had some baking experience. At this point, being stuck in a kitchen with two other sleep deprived boys who were all trying to make a cake near midnight — he was considering cutting his losses and just being honest to Hiori about his bad memory for birthdays.

Said blue haired birthday boy was sleeping soundly in Rin’s bed (something they both hoped was allowed, despite the fact that they’d never asked). Trying to keep this particular group of footballers quiet was a mission god would give up on. Karasu was the best person to try, but when he inevitably failed, he started to raise his voice anyway. Rin had finally focused himself on a task, at least; cutting slices of fruit into geometric shapes was keeping him quiet enough. Shidou was the least likely candidate, and yet —

“Shh, crow for brains, yer gonna wake the blueberry up,” Shidou chuckled, taking the electric mixers out of Karasu’s hand, handing him a spatula. “You’ve gotta fold angel cake batter anyway, I finished the egg whites so you don’t have to make your wimpy arms tired! Stiff peaks and all, just like —“

“Yeah, yeah, yup, I got it,” Karasu mumbled, taking the spatula and bowl of cloud like foam. Something about the antennae haired menace’s tone when he said stiff peaks was suspicious — it sounded like it was going to be followed by something horrendously lewd about a certain red headed Itoshi brother. Karasu had no intention of dealing with another one of Rin’s rage fits hearing Shidou talk about what he and Sae did after the U20 match. Admittedly… he couldn’t really find it in him to blame Rin much for his reaction. After mixing, he put the cake in the oven, using the greased pan he’d prepared earlier.

“Wait, are we making buttercream or whipped cream —“ Rin interrupted in a mildly hurried tone, flicking his gaze back at the other PxG players.

“Whipped cream, buttercream’s a pain, even if it’s tasty,” Shidou answered without any raunchy tilt to the words whipped or cream, thankfully.

“Okay. I’ll make that. Shidou, can you finish cutting these shapes?”

“Boss-y, just like your bro —“

“Nope!” Karasu exclaimed in a hush, grabbing Rin’s pyjama collar in one fist and Shidou’s in the other. “No. We are here to bake a cake.”

“Because a certain someone forgot.“ Shidou teased, sticking his tongue out at Rin with a grin.

“… you’re lucky I care about Hiori more than I care about hating you.”

“The Itoshi brothers, such hopeless romantics.” The blond trilled.

It was a miracle Rin hadn’t ground his teeth down to dust just from having to share a team with Shidou, but after some extensive conversations from Hiori about not spending so much energy on someone who was purposefully trying to rile him up, it was a little bit easier to ignore Shidou — a little bit. By the end of it, just three minutes before midnight, the three boys were left flour and sugar dusted, scented like vanilla and cream. A light and airy cake sat on the counter, frosted with a little bit of lemon whipped cream and topped with pieces of fruits cut up into Tetris pieces. There was a few extra intricate shapes of garnishes, lemon peel twists and decorations made from strawberry leaves. 

“Didn’t know you had that kind of knife skill, Shidou.” Karasu muttered with earnest surprise. 

“Got bored one weekend in Middle School and snuck into a cake decorating class. Got kicked out when the teacher realised I’d eaten a bunch of the cakes. Still made off with three of ‘em though.”

“That… makes sense for you.” Rin huffed out a breath, pinching at the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah, they’re awful pretty — did Tabito tell ya I liked tetris, Rin? Guess I did love it a whole lot back then.” A voice giggled out from behind the trio.

“Holy shit —“ Rin spun on his heel, almost needing to cling to Karasu’s shoulder to prevent him from wheeling face first into the floor. His shoulders relaxed as soon as his tired brain pushed past the shock, lungs puffing out a soft exhale before he took a few steps forward, looping his arms around Hiori’s waist and sinking to rest his cheek onto his boyfriend’s bedhead. “I mean — happy birthday. It was supposed to be a surprise —“

“Can it, Rin,” Hiori was still chuckling through his words, the warmth of his voice betraying his own sleepiness. “It was still a surprise — sorta. Y’all are real loud, y’know? All three of ya!”

“But ya like the decorations, so I’ve done my part. Goodnight, lovebirds, my job is done here!” Shidou cackled, heading off to his dorm.

“Happy birthday, Yō. Yer lucky — he’s not a bad kid, I guess.” Karasu patted the couple on their shoulders, shaking his head with a tired smile before leaving the quiet hum of the kitchen’s cool toned lighting.

“Now that yer sous chefs are gone… really, this is amazing, Rin, I didn’t expect ya to do any thin’ for me,” Hiori muttered, smiling at the little moment of quiet the two of them could finally share. “… now, Rin — I love ya and all… but yer still covered in flour, and it’s gettin’ all over me.”

“We can take a shower together later.” Rin deadpan teased back, digging a fork into the cake so he could offer Hiori a bite, finally cracking a smile when the shorter boy got the whole bite in one go. Reaching a hand up to brush a little spot of frosting off of his lover’s lip, he changed course and kissed it away, earning a soft, surprised squeal out of Hiori.

“Rin, yer a menace, just eat the cake!” he laughed, grabbing another fork from the drawer and leaning his elbows on the counter to take another bite.

“Had to let the birthday boy get the first bite.” Rin quipped past a mouthful of fruit and frosting.

[dutifullyshamelessearthquake]

I’m over-tired and probably going to read a bunch of your fics tonight cuz I’m just thinking about cyno coming home from a long day of school or exams and I know it’s redundant but liiike this is a Sickfic blog after all. He’s tired and maybe ate one too many cheap sandwiches or quick snacks just to power through it all. He gets home to nari and his kind sweet boyfriend has made a lovely dinner. And maybe Cyno does his best to eat it too but he just can’t finish it. He’s had too many other weird foods and has not slept enough and maybe something he ate earlier gave him food poisoning or he’s gotten sick. Idk He tried he really wants nari to know that he appreciated all he did but just wants to lie down. OR maybe Tighnari finds him curled up with the stuffed fox and that’s how he knows he’s really not well. 🥺

Idk if he throws up or not but maybe late late into the night his body decides to reject everything that was just sitting in him. And from there it just goes down hill

anyways that’s all I’m gonna try really hard to sleep in tomorrow 🥲🤣

Ahh I hope you enjoyed reading!

No apologies for redundancy, there's only so many sickfic scenarios out there, we thrive on making a redundant story unique every time, hehe.

I honestly freaking love that idea!! Tighnari does his usual "you sure you're okay?" and of course feels his forehead because that's just what Nari does when something seems even remotely off. But Cyno doesn't feel warm and he assures Tighnari he feels fine, he's just incredibly, incredibly exhausted, and wants to go lie down.

Tighnari continues on with things while Cyno goes to take a shower and lie down; putting away the dishes, going over some of his own studywork, so on, but Cyno remains in the back of his head. He decides to go check on him after a little less than an hour and finds Cyno curled up on one side in bed, loosely hugging his stuffed fox and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. That's when Tighnari realised 'alright something is wrong.'

He gently wakes Cyno up, now Cyno is feeling more off and just so tired. Tighnari takes his temperature to be certain he's not running a fever, properly tucks him into bed, draws the curtain, and goes to lie down with him. Cyno softly rejects the offer of any teas or such, and falls back into a restless sleep with Tighnari now watching over him.

He sleeps until somewhere late in the night when he wakes up really not feeling good and eventually starts to throw up.

AHH I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS WHOLE SCENARIO!!

[olderjodijournals]

Thursday, July 1, 1993

 

Now that I have a night off, I can finally catch up in here with all that’s been going on. Since the Candy Store and the Mile High screwed me over, I knew I had to go a distance. Favors is a half-hour away. The money’s so much better, though, that I’m glad I got screwed over. If I’d known about private room dancing, I’d never have bothered with bars.

So anyway, let me back up to June 27th. Late afternoon I went to Tom’s house for the first time. His house is old for AZ. It’s a corner house that was built in 1950. All of them are right around there in that subdivision. They’re tract houses. A little too small and definitely too close to the neighbor. Their driveway is just a few away. His house is about 1400 square feet, and to be honest, it’s pretty ugly. Especially the bathroom and kitchen.

Friday, July 2, 1993

 

So last Sunday Tom and I swam in his pool, talked and had a field day with his computers. He’s very lucky cuz he’s got 8 computers and I have a busted typewriter.

So far Tom’s been a perfect gentleman who insists I never need to worry about him trying to move in on me or change me, as much as he really likes me and is attracted to me.

The following day he turned 36 (although I tease him and say 41).

I slept on his couch and on Monday he took me to Favors. It sure is a piece of cake. No hustling, no loud smoky bars and no latex. Most of the time you sit on your ass. Every week we pay $30 in security fees. If you cut $300 or more a week - and you will - you pay $50 for advertising fees. Tuesday night I cut $245! I only took home $175 of it cuz of fees and cab fare. Steve and his day driver, Bob, have cut my fare from $15 to $10. This place is a half-hour away, but right near Tom.

I’ll stay at Tom’s some days that I work. Especially on Mondays cuz that’s when the landscapers come. They are here earlier now due to the heat. I still hear the blowers daily, but not right by my window, and I sleep with the radio on. I knew they’d keep going back on their word at the office, even though it’s still much better and quieter than the other apartment.

Wednesday night I had only one show, but I made $70. I’d never make as much in bars. I work 4 days a week from 5:30-1:00. Wednesday I worked 40 minutes of my 7½ hours for $70. Tuesday I worked only 2½ for $245. I’ll never have a set schedule, though. The days will vary. When no one’s doing a show, or you’re not, we eat, watch videos, or whatever we want. There’s a kitchen and we can order food too.

Later I’ll write about my projects on Tom’s computer as well as other stuff.

Later...

I am going to bed real soon and I hope to hell no blowers wake me up. Why do they need to do this every day?

The guy downstairs has a weird habit. He sleeps with his bedroom window open, yet has his AC on too. What a waste.

I slept on the couch at Tom’s place which was very comfortable compared to mine. I may take his bed tomorrow as he said it’d be no problem for him to sleep on the couch.

I’m too tired to write about what I did with the computer.

Sunday, July 4, 1993

 

I am at Tom’s house right now and I’m finally going to update all that’s been going on.

My typewriter’s dead, so I’m doing it this way. His computer is awesome and it has several styles of really neat printing. I’d give anything to be able to print into my journals this way. Tom says you can if you buy a binding system. This way you just buy the covers and paper, type onto the paper, then bind the thing together into a book. I’d also just die to have a computer and a printing machine of my own cuz it sure makes things a lot easier. I’ve got to save up hundreds of dollars though. Or maybe $200 to get the parts to build a computer with Tom who already has certain parts. He already has a printer he does not use and he’s gonna check into prices as far as the binding thing goes.

So far I’ve already typed up letters to my parents, Tammy, and the girls, Fran, Nervous, Bob, Kim and Rosemarie. Soon, I’ll do letters to Scott, Stacey, Barbara, Ellie, Andi and whoever else comes to mind along the way. For now, I’ll copy into my journals whatever I type up, then send off the printed sheet to various people.

Work at Favors is going really well. I usually only work with Alyssa or Monique and they’re really cool. I’ve only worked 4 nights so far and I got $70 for my second and third nights. Last night I didn’t make anything. There was only one show and Alyssa got it. It’s a good thing Monique called out of work. The money’s still much better than the bars. You make much more for much less work. If you have only one one-hour show for the whole night, you’ve made $80. You’ll never always get that in the bars, whether you bust your ass trying to or not.

I saw the pictures that Ron took. All 27 of them were on a contact sheet. I saw the one that’s going into The Beat magazine that goes throughout Phoenix. There’s another one that’ll go on a shelf along with other dancers’ pictures at the front entrance of the place.

The last time I wrote I left off with what Tom and I did for Nervous, Fran, Bob, Kim and Tammy. Tom has dirty pictures that we printed out onto their letters. For Fran and Nervous we found dirty pictures with bodies close enough to mine and we cut the faces off them. We told them that Tom took nude Polaroids of me, then we ran them into the computer which printed them out onto their letters. These suckers will surely fall for it. I did the same thing for Bob and Kim, but in Kim’s letter, I explained the truth along with what I told Fran, Nervous and Bob. I put a nude picture in my sister’s letter along with flowers, birds, butterflies and pigs. My parents and the girls got flowers and stuff like that.

Last night was sure funny at work. Andy envies me cuz he has to slave his ass off all day. We watched a movie, danced to the boombox which was cranked to the max, ate like pigs and even pulled pranks on each other. At one point I crashed on the couch for about an hour cuz I didn’t sleep too well here the last night when I slept here. Then Alyssa woke me up saying the doorbell rang. I knew I didn’t hear it and she opened the door and no one was there. Later, Mike, the security guard, rang the doorbell and I pulled the same joke on Alyssa.

Toward the end of the night, we played a great joke on Mike. We called the telemarketing line and I used my girlie voice asking if there were any girls who’d lick my pussy. It was quite hilarious.

I have to work tomorrow, then I have the next 3 days off. There are only two things that suck, though. One is that my schedule’s never the same, but it will be 4 nights a week. The other thing is that I must call in at 5:30 even when I’m off to see if I’m needed to come in. If I don’t I get fined $25. So when I’m off, I’m still on call.

Whenever I’m to work on a Monday, I stay at Tom’s cuz of the landscapers. Tom really helped me get started with this job, but I owe him $50. I should have no problem paying him back before the month is out. Andy owes me money too, but I told him to only pay me back some of the $135 till he knows the outcome of his case with Scott. We also want to rent a camcorder, so I may have him use some of the money towards that.

I’ve paid $400 of my rent and all of the $108 owed to US West and all of the $58 owed to Sprint. All I owe is $89 to APS and $100 in rent. Pretty good, huh? And it’s only the 4th.

Andy left a message saying that he spoke to a guy who lives next to Stevie Nicks and that she did get Shadow and his box. Andy says he has her address and I told him to leave it on my machine. I’ll write to her and explain why I had to give him up at the time and see if she has him or if she gave him away. I don’t think it’ll do me any good, but it’s worth a shot.

I think I have everything updated for now that’s important, except for Ellie. Well, Andy finally got over there and was able to call my place. Sure enough, her number came up. I’m really shocked that such a paranoid loon like her wouldn’t have gotten her line blocked from caller ID. Her name’s Eloisa F.

Monday, July 5, 1993

 

I’m at work right now. Only Sarah and I are working tonight. She got a show, but I’ve got nothing so far. Jay, the security guard’s taking me home, which is great, especially if I don’t make anything tonight due to the holiday. There are always holidays.

I’m watching a movie now and soon I’m gonna have a cigarette. Maybe some coffee, too.

I have the next 3 days off, but I’m on call Tuesday and Thursday.

I spoke to Andy a little while ago. He was reading part of a 9-page letter he wrote his mother. He only got to page 3 when the doorbell rang, but I said I’d call him when I got home. If he’s asleep I’ll hear the rest of the letter tomorrow. He’s gonna be seeing someone about a job impersonating Stevie Nicks.

This Thursday when The Beat comes out, Tom’s gonna get 8 copies. For Bob, Kim, Nervous, Fran, Andy, Tammy, my parents and myself. I’m gonna be topless in this shot, so the one going to my parents will have my tits covered in black marker.

I slept until 8 PM on Sunday, but believe it or not, I fell asleep at 7:30 at Tom’s. He forgot to turn off the ringer and the volume on his machine so I woke up twice. At 8:30 Andy called. At 9:30 his co-worker Wendy called. Luckily I fell back asleep after that till 3:30.

Thank God I got this job when I did, cuz they only like to have 8 girls. Everyone’s new except Sarah and Kayla. Then, there are Alyssa, Monique, Amber, Gabrielle and me. Lea also dances at times.

Later...

It’s 10:30 now and still no more shows. So we ordered food and now I’m watching TV.

Last night I typed a letter to Scott. I have a few more folks to send letters to.

Later...

I am staying up till 8:00 to call the office when it opens. I can’t fucking believe these people! I’m so sick of dealing with apartment management. Why do they keep going back on their word? First, they promised no blowers early in the morning and that’s hit or miss. Now I got a letter from Dan. They promised me up front I could pay $300 on the 3rd, then take the remainder of the month to pay the remaining $200. I explained up front about SS and SSI and the fact that I get paid in chunks here and there. Keri told me that if over half the rent’s paid, there are no late fee charges. Now this letter says I must pay in full and I must add on $4 a day after the 4th of late fees. Those fucking assholes. I should’ve had them put this oral agreement into writing.

I finally found a way to get a natural-looking tan without dying in the sun, getting sun poisoning, or going to tanning salons, which is just as dangerous. I bought a sunless tanning lotion for $3 and it works great. I’ll never be white again.

I hope to talk to Tom when he gets in and after he hears my many messages.

I tried calling Tammy twice, but she finally got an answering machine. Her outgoing message is so long and she sounds sooo serious.

When Tom and I stopped in Smith’s grocery store I bought a journal with ballet slippers. It’s so cute, but I don’t know if I’ll like it. It’s so small compared to my others.

Jay and I had an interesting talk at work about the music business. He once lived in L.A. and did security for celebs till he moved here. He mentioned stuff I already know, as well as other stuff I never thought of that makes perfect sense. I’ll get into it later, but he told me a sure way to never again be conned by another Scott M.

Later...

I have had a very enjoyable day off. As soon as I awoke I called Keri who said don’t worry about the nasty-o-gram. They have it noted on the computer as far as my arrangement. The computer also routinely does these letters and they must give them to me. She said I’ve been very good about getting the rent paid, so don’t worry unless they call me. Thank God this is taken care of. This is the last thing I need to deal with.

She also asked how my new job was which was at the Candy Store, but I told her how they dicked me over and I got hired at Favors. I also told her about The Beat and she said to bring in copies. I told her they were topless, so she could either get a copy of her own or I’ll show her one of mine.

I also could swear I heard keys jingling outside my door earlier while I was watching Poltergeist. Maybe it was next door, cuz Scott’s had plenty of time and he’d never enter with me in here. I never heard the key go into the door either.

Nervous is supposedly broken up with Linda and is now either friends with or dating a girl named Crystal. Two different nights she answered his phone. Nervo was shocked to hear Laurie H is gay, cuz he, as well as others, say she’s married and pregnant. She’s a closet butch and I told him earlier I’d send the tape of her and Andy along with her so-called confession about a girl named Donna.

The ballet journal came with 2 little heart-shaped keys. One will go to Fran and the other will go to Nervo. I don’t need them. They’re also getting my journal stuff I did up on the computer. Any stuff I don’t want them to read goes in no-postage-necessary envelopes.

Tomorrow I hope to get the 50 love stamps I ordered.

I must call the bank for a photocopy of the check I sent for address labels. I never got them, but that’s ok, cuz now I need new ones anyway with this apartment number.

I got a $19 killer outfit from the same girl who goes to the Mile High to sell stuff. She says it’s still dead and it always will be till they fold under. It’s a deep royal blue 1-piece. The top’s like a tank top, connected to what looks exactly like a short wide skirt which is really shorts.

Back in 1989, my dad got me a gorgeous floral skirt at Steiger’s in Longmeadow, but it’s ripped. Alyssa at work is a seamstress and she says she’ll fix it for $5. Cool.

I ordered a meatball grinder and a big chef salad. Boy, I needed that.

I spoke to Dad earlier and updated him on my life.

Wednesday, July 7, 1993

 

I rearranged my photo albums earlier. I sent my parents a postcard from a family we met while I was having ear surgery in 1978 in Boston. They were from Caracas, Venezuela. They spoke no English and back then and I spoke no Spanish. I could never translate what they wrote on the back of the picture till I learned Spanish. It’s not much, but they said: Recuerdos de Boston, Noris familia - junio 1978 - Caracas, Venezuela.

Translation: Memories of Boston, Noris family - June, 1978 - Caracas, Venezuela.

Later...

I can’t sleep yet, so I’ll write a bit, then listen to music.

I finished edit tape #2 for Tom who’s now sick with the stomach flu.

A few days ago (I don’t remember how the subject came up), I was mentioning how to call information state by state. You use whatever the area code is where you’re calling, then dial 555-1212. He began to laugh his ass off saying 555 is in the movies. Of course, I went to his phone and proved him wrong.

I left a message about who I’m sending copies of my picture in the “Beat Off.”

I also read him part of “Saundra’s” story that I wrote.

Tom used to work at the post office and he goes there all the time, so he’s gonna bring in the huge mailbag I’m sending Tammy and the girls. I would never even try to guess how many stamps to put on, so it’ll be better this way. I sent old shirts, skirts, bathing suits, a necklace and those 5 posters I colored with markers on the black velvet background. I’ll have to refill the space on the master bedroom wall where they were.

I’m gonna call the bank tomorrow and also see if Montgomery/Ward will shoot a picture tomorrow night. If they can’t get me in so soon, I’m seeing Andy’s new place either way. It’d be better for Tom to take me there, plus they could meet, but our schedules clash. Tom has a set night schedule, Andy has a set day schedule, and my night schedule’s always different.

Andy’s gonna give me $70, plus a nice shirt and Andi’s (Andrea’s) tax thing that says she owes the IRS a little over $100.

I almost cried earlier, cuz I miss Gloria’s pictures that my mom just had to up and ditch. I think there’ll always be a bit of bitterness in me cuz of it. I don’t think I can ever fully forgive her for a stunt like that.

I have a few old and ugly pictures of me I no longer want. Also, some shitty drawings from when I first began. They’re ready for the next NPN envelope available.

I went back as far as journal 36 and counted all the taped-in pages of Bob’s envelopes or stuff I typed. There are 66, but there could be a few more in the earlier ones. Sure wish I could have Journal 1 to the current one all in different styles of print from the computer. Maybe someday.

Thursday, July 8, 1993

 

Yesterday morning I didn’t fall asleep till 10:30! I set my alarm for 4:30, but kept hitting the snooze till 7:30.

Andy didn’t get here till 10:30. He did not want me to see his place cuz he says it’s trashed. His brother sent his stereo so he’s got boxes all over. He loves his new place but says all the people who work there are incredibly rude. There’s a guy above him too, who has two little kids running around like crazy here and there. Especially on weekends. The office said they’d do whatever they could, even evict him if the problem continued. Then, a day later he said they said, “Well, we know him. He’s a good friend of ours.”

As if to say - fuck you. So he’s gonna have me call there and say I used to live there and I want their main office address to write in great things. Then, he’ll write in how he feels and sign it.

I’ve been having unfortunate vibes about him being unhappy there, despite how much he loves his apartment He says there are car alarms always going off, people always park in fire and handicapped lanes and blast their music.

He brought us stuff from McDonald’s as well as $70. He also gave me a gorgeous shirt. It’s of rayon-type material with bright neon colors streaking through a black background. He gave me 4 no-postage needed envelopes, a funny tax form thing, Andrea’s tax bill for $174, Stevie’s address and an address and phone number for two different things.

The same agency (Carefree Records) is looking for female models for CD covers, videos and whatever else. Also, a wealthy investor is looking for talent, (I guess that means singers).

I’m on call tomorrow, then I work the next 4 nights.

At 7:30 yesterday morning I left Stacey’s edits on the VV machine. At 9:00 Andy, Sarah and I were on the phone. Andy decided to call her and thank her for being a credit reference when he rented the CD player. Also, to see if she’d say anything.

Paula quit, but as Katrina (Paula’s replacement) answered, we could hear her and Judy saying, “That’s weird!”

It’s just our luck that Stacey’s on vacation this week. I’ll do it again next week and I’ll make it even better. The part where she says, “It’s our goal to provide you with the best service,” will be replaced with, “It’s our goal to provide you with nothing.” I know I have Nervous saying the word “nothing” around here somewhere. I’ll use him for that word.

Speaking of Nervo, I spoke to him last evening. He really does believe those nude computer prints are of me. I told him to expect The Beat, the tape, and letters, and I updated him on my life.

I laughed when he said he’d never waste his money on a computer, cuz all it is is a glorified typewriter.

Yeah, sure.

He said Linda moved to Kentucky and now he’s dating Crystal. From her telling me they’re just friends, and by the sound of her voice, I doubt they’re dating.

Andy agreed that my tan looks natural, but my feet are too white and the palms of my hands are too dark.

I gave him about 20 bars of soap, cuz I like gel soap better.

Later...

After I spoke to Nervous, I called Kim. She’s still having Bob problems. She was over at his place recently and he asked her if she’d make love to him. She told him she didn’t know whether to laugh or to kill him. She’s expecting a please-forgive-me letter any moment.

Why does she go see him? I know she only does once in a great while, but if she’s so fed up with him, why does she bother?

She and Alex aren’t always getting along. She says he’s quite emotional. She still hopes to get out here by the fall, but I’ll still have to see it to believe it.

Bob will never move out here. He’s the type to consider things out loud but never does them. I’ll tell him this in my next letter, cuz come on. Does he think I’m stupid? Shockingly, I’ve received no letters from him lately. Probably too depressed. Kim hasn’t sent the letter I wrote to him from “Nick.” She says she will this week from Vermont.

I still have to call the bank and get my picture taken one of these days.

I’m gonna get my period any minute. I’m sooooo bloated. My tits are killing me and I have slight cramps that tell me it’s on its way. I’ll have to cut the tampon cord at work. Fun, huh?

Later...

I just made popcorn and listened to music. I even sang a little. Soon I must take my meds.

I called Heather, who trimmed my bangs when I first got here. Her husband answered and I left my number. I need 2” trimmed. It hasn’t been trimmed in 9 months and the ends are very split. It’s getting a bit scraggly looking.

Tom gets in at 8:00 and I told him to call. Whether or not I’ll be up, who knows?

I realized something if I ever get a binding system. That is that there’s plenty of room on the sides of the paper after you print whatever on it to punch holes in, then put it in a 3-ring notebook. There’s a 2” margin on both sides, but you can adjust that too, however you want it.

God! I want a computer and a printer badly! Will I have my very own within a year? I sure hope so, but I don’t ever count on anything till it’s been done.

I owe only $55 this week in fees, but I sure hope I make great money Friday - Monday. I want to get the $100 paid to the office, the $89 to APS and $50 to Tom. I need groceries, too. I have to ask my dad about taxes. Lea tells the tax guy how much each girl made quarterly. I guess I must file at the end of the year. Does this mean I’ll owe money? Especially since all my money’s made in cash? If I end up owing, will it be a ton of money?

I’ve done 17 journals since I got here, but of course, it’s more like 13 or 14 cuz of large print, drawings and other odds and ends.

Andy also brought me 25 pages or so from a 100-page chain letter his friend Donna got. I sent 5 pages in a no-postage-necessary envelope and 20 to Nervo.

Boy, do I look really tan! Wish I got this stuff a long time ago. Well, I’ll never be white again, but I must get plastic gloves. I look as if I have a black person’s hands. Wouldn’t it just be wonderful, though, if this stuff was permanent and never faded? I’m even surprised the stuff’s stayed on this long.

I must go get my meds and make myself coffee which I haven’t had all day.

I’ll finish this journal in a little while, then begin with 41, the one with ballet slippers.

Later...

I just took my meds and had coffee. Just tried to call Tammy, too. It rang and rang and rang. Not even their machine came on. Where the hell are they? I wish they were on their way to see me. When in the hell will my family ever get out to see me? Will it be years? I hope not.

Later...

I am now listening to a tape of Nervous, Fran, and Andy and I’m putting it on Tom’s machine. Later I may do some editing. I’ve got tons of stuff to edit.

I set the alarm for 4:30, but I hit the snooze till 5:30, then I called into work. Everyone was there.

I spoke to Tom briefly at 6:00. He’s picking me up from work tomorrow. Then, we may come back here so I can get shit I don’t want to lug into work with me. I may stay over at his house Friday - Sunday night.

I briefly spoke to Andy and I watched TV.

For 3 days now I’ve been trying to reach Tammy, but there’s no answer. I called Mom (Dad was out playing cards). I said how much I miss everyone and she said that maybe she and Dad could come see me next spring or summer. Who knows when Tammy and the girls will ever get here?

Mom gave me the same story I get from her every year. She’s sending me old pictures. Yeah, right. Then, she said she was keeping pictures of me. She said something about sending me pictures of my apartment. Which apartment? I’ve only had 9. Then she said she was sending an envelope, then changed it to a package. I wish she’d send my Gloria pictures.

Friday, July 9, 1993

 

Well, I ended up looking through my journals, rather than editing. I left messages on Andy’s and Tom’s machines. I’m so fucking bored! I just don’t feel like editing right now. I feel like doing stuff on the computer and I wish Tom didn’t have such long hours and I wished Andy worked nights.

I hope I make good money over the next 4 nights at work. I must remember to bring Alyssa the skirt she says she’ll fix.

I never got a call back from Heather about trimming my hair. I’ll try again some other time. I know she just had a baby, so maybe she’s busy.

Guess I’ll go listen to music now, even though I’m in the mood to write. Days will go by when tons of shit happens, but I��m not in the mood to write. I’m in the mood now, but I’m all caught up and there’s nothing to write.

Today, since my stamps didn’t come, I only mailed the NPN envelopes. I mailed two plates in the name of “Rachel D” to Tom’s but of course, they’re for me.

Gloria’s Greatest Hits, along with her new all-Spanish album, Mi Tierra, wasn’t in the record club applications in the TV guide. Tammy asked me to send her some, so I used the name Kelly something and sent her some. Then there were 3 out of 4 NPN envelopes Andy gave me. One had part of that chain letter. One had an old, ugly picture and drawing. The other had phone numbers and addresses I copied into my phonebook. Here, I have about 6 envelopes to mail to Nervous. One has the tape of Andy and Laurie H. Also, there are letters to Fran, Mom and Dad, Scott and other stuff I can’t think of now. I sure hope my stamps come tomorrow and I still have to call the goddamn bank.

I’ll be at Tom’s for most of the next 4 days and I won’t be taking this journal. I’ll update it on the computer, copy it in and send it off to Fran, Nervous, or whoever the hell I want.

Later...

I am still wide awake and thinking of my pictures. God, do I miss them! I wish she really did keep them (of course out of spite) but she planned to send them within a year. I’m sure she really threw them out, though. I’ll never forgive her for that, let alone ever be able to forget. But, how great it’d be if I got a package that was large enough to hold them all, opened it up and there they were! Yeah, right. Dream on. First she said it was an envelope, then a package. Well, if I open my mailbox to see a regular envelope, I’ll know they’re not there. They’d be too big.

Many many years ago when I was into Charlie’s Angels, I supposedly got in big trouble. She said she ditched all my scrapbooks of them, but it turned out that she kept them. She only said that out of spite and to scare me and depress me.

Thursday, July 15, 1993

 

Well, today’s Linda’s birthday. I forget exactly how old she is.

Been through a lot of shit lately, and since I can’t sleep, I figured it’d be a good time to write.

Favors let me go last week, so I’m back in the same old shit again. Lea let me go saying business is slow. That’s true, but why the fuck did she hire me if she knew this? She said she was letting others go too, but I don’t know who.

So anyway, I still got my picture in The Beat and it was okay. I’ve sent copies to my parents, Tammy, Nervous, and Keri wanted a copy.

Backing up in order of events, well, I got that package of pictures. Tammy said she got one, too. Great. I wonder just how many other old and very ugly embarrassing pictures of me Ma has. They were mostly of my nieces. Some were of Mom and Dad and some old pitiful ones of me. I threw them in an NPN envelope. There were some various nature scenes and an old one at the beach. Dad was sitting at the beach all wet and sandy. Behind him, all holding pails, was me (at age 5), Andy, and what I think are my first cousins Lori and Lisa who are sisters. I also noticed this picture was torn in half. Must’ve been Andy’s parents, Larry or one of the many people they fought with.

She sent back my apartment pictures of 2001, but none with me. I’m gonna send them to Nervo.

Tomorrow night Andy’s taking me to audition at the Excalibur, and win or lose, I’m gonna see his place.

Tuesday, July 20, 1993

 

I have quite a bit of updating to do, so I’m gonna try to do it as quickly as I can cuz I have some letters to copy in.

I had a nice talk with Lisa yesterday as well as with Tammy. Tom was here when I called her and I said, “Guess what I did to Tom?”

Tammy goes, “Well, you didn’t have sex with him.”

No, but I rubbed a cotton ball all over the stubble on his face!

Tammy got the package but said 90% of the stuff no one could use.

Speaking of K.D. Lang, the other day at the pool she was amazingly calm.

Andy’s had some chats with Ellie, but I must remain quiet when on the 3-way otherwise she’ll hang up.

Dad was bitching at me over a call he got from a collection agency. I’d hung up on him for going off on me for various stupid reasons. Our credit is fucked up now for 7-10 years. For me, it doesn’t matter as I couldn’t afford a house anyway. Not with the business I’m in being so unpredictable. Plus, there are more bills and responsibilities.

Later...

I’m gonna call Andy back in 5 minutes. We called Andrea at work and next, he’s gonna call Stacey. He’ll thank her for giving him good references and I’ll edit what I can from that as well as put the other stuff on the machine there. Yesterday I recorded Tom saying the word “nothing.” I let her say, “Our goal is to provide you with,” then Tom filled it in with “nothing.”

Later...

Andy’s on the phone now talking to Ellie.

Andy briefly spoke to Stacey. It was pretty funny. At the end, Stacey said she was tied up. Andy asked if Judy untied her.

Andy’s been harassing Crystal a lot, so it turns out. I didn’t even know this. That’s Scott’s girlfriend and of course, it’ll piss him off.

Shortly after 9:00, I got a message from a detective asking me to call him but I doubt it was really a detective and I’m not calling anyone I don’t know.

Later...

In between phone calls, I’m going to write.

Keri has a copy of me in The Beat. She really liked it and she asked me for a copy. Andy said he thought about that and wondered why I don’t do anything. Well, I’m attracted to Keri and I’m pretty sure she’s attracted to me, but what can I do? People who work here aren’t allowed to mingle with tenants as far as I know. If I knew she was leaving I may speak up, but there’s nothing else I can do. Maybe if she did not work here and was single something would happen, but this is how it always is. This is why one of the reasons why more and more I realize I’m not a woman’s woman. Yes, I’m gay. That’ll never change, but I think whoever’s up there wants me with men. There’s a reason why they’re all I can get (other than butches). I was always taught that when you can’t get what you really want you should try for the next best thing.

With each day that goes by, I’m more and more comfortable and impressed with Tom. So far, the inside of him I like 100%. He’s a great person. Totally unlike your average person, let alone the average male. No lust whatsoever on the outside, but he has beautiful eyes. I won’t make any decisions overnight and he’s not pushing me in any direction either. He respects the fact that I’m not sure yet whether or not to settle. I may give it a little more time to continue seeing that I’ll never have lust, but every 1-2 years. Then, in time, perhaps he won’t be such a major settlement. He’s no Ron or even a Brenda. I feel so relaxed with him. I can totally be myself. He’s so calm and never tries to change me. He understands my fears and doubts, though, and knows I don’t want to get trapped in anything which may be hard to get out of. He knows I also believe that sex can kill a friendship. He agrees that’s true for most people, but I don’t think he believes that for us. He’s one of the very few guys I believe would never cheat on a woman, but he doesn’t want an open relationship.

I explained the DES to him and said I was too small for penetration. I asked if he could live without that. He said absolutely yes if he loved the woman, and there’s way more to sex than that.

Well, right now I don’t know what to do, but while I’m still young, I don’t want to waste my time waiting for lust to come around once a year or so. It may be time to settle, but I’ll never live with anyone, get married, or have kids.

I feel like I’ve known Tom forever, but a reality check says I’ve known him only two months. Maybe within a year, or by the end of ’93, I’ll settle. It will take time and guts. I’m not brave enough or ready yet, but I am determined to learn to settle (within reason). Never could I settle with just anyone.

Yesterday Tom and I went to the Excalibur. He waited outside. Not that he couldn’t handle me in only a G-string, cuz he’s seen me that way before, but he’s just not a bar person. He has some coworkers who go in there and his friend Wendy used to work there.

I’m gonna work Wed-Sat from 7 PM – 1 AM. I was gonna be Brandy, but someone has that name, so I’m back to Mystery.

Later...

Boy, this day’s getting better and better by the minute.

Well, true to my feelings, that guy was no detective. He left two dirty messages for Andy. They were funny, though. Before he called Andy, I sure got freaked out when there was a knock at my door. I didn’t move till I heard my door open, then, “Maintenance!” Bill changed my AC filter.

The guy that called Andy and I was associated with Crystal.

And now here’s more Keri news. I called to tell her I had several bottles of perfume to get rid of due to my allergies. I didn’t want to toss them out and she was the only one I could think of who may want them. I brought them to the office and she said, “Perfect timing.” She was very pleased and we chatted for nearly 10 minutes. She’s now promoted to manager. I said that she’d be a great friend if one of us left here. She wholeheartedly agreed. I also think she may be pregnant again, too.

She asked about work and stuff in general. She said, “Well, hopefully someone will see you in The Beat and say, we want her!”

Speaking of wild fantasies, it’d sure be nice if she called to say, “Now that I’m manager, your rent’s only $400.”

Even if we could be friends, who knows if we’d end up in bed?

Last week I spoke to Frances (Alyssa). She was bitching out her sister, but we did have a cool talk for over an hour. She did say she was bi as I figured.

Yesterday, Tom and I also went to a restaurant, got that blood work done, got my Theodur refill and got some groceries. I ran out of the Azmacort inhaler and am trying to do without it. So far, so good.

I’m making Tom a bracelet out of that flossy-like yarn as well as more edits and a few Bonnie Raitt songs he likes.

Kim left a message the other day and played me Bob’s message. He got his letter from Nick and was crying and bitching about it. Kim says maybe I can edit him, but it’s so muffled. I got a letter from him about it and I’ll mail it to Kim. Kim says she mailed me a letter, as well as one she got from Bob. I got two yesterday from Bob and guess who also wrote me? Fran! Can you believe it? Finally! He actually writes better than I thought, but he did have a few funny mistakes. I’ll soon copy it in as he wrote it.

I called Fran last night, then he called Nervo. He was in his mood and after cussing at he hung on silently for a while. Long enough to hear Tom whom I called. Tom finally got to talk to Fran. Fran also called his local crisis center where I complained about seeing cactuses and palm trees.

Later...

Shortly after I last wrote I got a call from my doctor’s office. My white blood cell count’s too high. Probably a urinary infection and my stomach’s been killing me and I’m very bloated. Tom came over, I played him the convos of Andrea and Stacey, went there, took a leak and came back. I must return to the vampire next week to see if there’s any change in my white blood cell count.

On my way up here, I met the couple who moved in next door. They said they moved in today, but I didn’t hear a thing. They’re a young couple, both good-looking, named Brian and Amanda. Amanda’s pretty good-looking. They sort of look like partiers, but I hope not. They look like the type to have lots of loud company and fights but I’ll try not to judge till I see. Current Location: Arizona

[onedayatatime-please]

Saturday, Aug. 17th, 2024. 6:05 pm.

The day has been beautiful so far. I woke up before everyone else, aside from my mom and aunt who had left the house to go shopping. I took my cup of coffee and walked down the pond where folks were out clamming in the sand. I brought out one of the kayaks and boated over to the sandbar that you can cross over to get to the ocean. The waves were huge and the tide was strong so I just stayed in the surf and let the waves tug me back and forth for a few minutes. I found a beautiful stone that fits perfectly in the palm of my hand and I put it in my kayak and went home. When I got back my mom and aunt were home and my cousins were making breakfast. We had pancakes and eggs and bacon and fresh berries and it was all delicious. Afterwards we all went back out kayaking to the ocean for a few hours and I had fun riding the waves made by some folks on their motorboats. I came back earlier then the rest and showered and made myself a quick lunch. My cousins and I set up a makeshift ping pong table with two saw horses and some plywood and have been playing each other for a few hours. My eldest cousin and his wife and baby got here only a little while ago and we had some bread, cheese, prosciutto, and sliced apple as they had just come off a flight and were hungry.

My skin and hair feels all smooth from the salt and the sand and my stomach is full of good things. My body is calm and my mind is sleepy but not fatigued. I feel genuinely relaxed for the first time in I can’t remember when. I’m laying on my bed now listening to Dan Reeder in my underwear. The window is open and I can hear people moving throughout the house and the crickets in the yard and the people playing ping pong. I am so happy. If no one was here I feel like I would wanna just lay naked in the grass outside and lazily jerk off while drinking a beer and listening to music. That sounds so nice.

Definitely feeling hornier then usual and I feel bad for thinking about this when he’s having such a rough time but I really miss having sex with 🪶 specifically eating him out. I really didn’t think eating pussy was something I would like but it’s turned out being my favorite sexual thing to do. I guess it makes sense, I really don’t enjoy receiving sexual stimulation from someone else so having something to do that gives a partner pleasure without me being directly stimulated is great. Giving him head turns me on way more then when he jerks me off tbh. I think I just really don’t like people touching me like that, which is okay, it just took a lot of explaining in the beginning of our relationship. Cause he kept saying he felt bad for not reciprocating anything, and he has such a high libido that he like literally just couldn’t understand the fact that I didn’t want reciprocation. Not to mention my libido is more or less non existent. I have like one day a month, maybe, where I’m slightly horny and that’s it. I jerk off on my own just if I’m bored though, and it helps me fall asleep sometimes. I don’t feel bad that I’m ace but I def wish it didn’t make dating more difficult.

Anyways, I’m happy. It’s been a good day so far. I’m writing this earlier in the day just cause it’s so nice I had to write about it.

I’m not Dead yet, I will do my best to keep it that way.

10:27 pm edit:

Ate a nice dinner and sat on the lawn playing a drinking game with my cousins after. Usually beer is a bit of a self harm for me, because I feel guilty when drinking and I hate the taste of it so I have to kinda choke it down. today I’ve drank a fair amount but all of it has felt lovely, a part of community and bonding with my family. Playing a fun game together that also happened to involve beer. I’m not tipsy but I’ve had a few beers and glass of wine so I’ve gotten a little tired. Gonna sleep good and hard tonight. Tomorrow I want to try and kayak the length of the pond, which is a few miles. Maybe I’ll do that early in the morning before most people wake up.

Also met my eldest cousin’s wife and baby for the first time. It’s really weird. I haven’t seen him since he was a kid and he looks the same but now he’s like running out of the room every five minutes to check on the baby. He married younger then most nowadays, so it’s kinda jarring to see him as a father. It genuinely feels like yesterday we were mucking about in the little canyons out west, chasing rattle snakes and hitting each other with sticks. I’m about as tall as him now too, but in all my memories I’m looking up at him from way down low. My memory is so fucked, like so much of my life is just a blur and I only get little snippets that I have to piece together. And almost daily i loose time, I’ll just be doing something and then suddenly I’m in another place doing something else with no memory of how I got there. So, considering time never really feels linear for me, it’s weird to watch other people move through time consistently. And now there’s this baby that I’m gonna watch grow older in weird segments cause I doubt I’m gonna see them very much. And one day he’s gonna be 13 and at a family gathering and he’s gonna have no clue who I am but I’m gonna say some dumb shit like “I knew you when you were This tall!”

I made a suicide joke during the drinking game, and everyone laughed except my sister and I immediately felt bad about it. All she said was “Please don’t.” I won’t, I promise.

I’m not dead yet, I will do my best to keep it that way.

[chasing-rabbits]

Took a nap because I was tired as I didn’t get much sleep last night and had to be up earlier today for therapy and Bagel woke me up around 7/8am because he was throwing up a hairball and I had to clean all that up. After therapy I went back to my parents for an hour before we went out for some food and I picked up a few bits from the supermarket nearby. I was feeling eh already and ended up throwing up part way through the therapy session. I hadn’t eaten yet so that was good I also didn’t like throw up throw up. I couldn’t swallow my own saliva and that led me to gag and choke on it and I thought I was gonna throw up I almost threw up just pure stomach acid because I felt it start to burn my throat but I didn’t thank god. So I just had to sit there until I could some what fucking swallow again and was certain I wasn’t gonna be sick. I don’t know why but lately I’ve been feeling more nauseous and I’ve not been eating as much I guess either. I’ve also had issues with swallowing more than once this past week. I’ve had this problem before and I’ve noticed if I’m stressed or anxious this can sometimes happen but idk if it only happens when I’m stressed/anxious anyways so that was fun. But now I’ve woken up I just feel not great mentally it was only 2 hours but idk I guess it’s just affected my mood waking up and it’s already getting dark out but idk if that’s why it’s affected me it could be but idk. I also have not really drunk anything because I was sick and not able to swallow/struggling to so I managed to have a small amount of my Coke Zero. Then when we went out I got a drink but never even drank it so I took it home with me but then I just passed the fuck out so here I am at 9.40pm having barely had a thing to drink and not a whole lot to eat either. I had a meal out but that was lunch tbf I’ve pretty much only been having one meal day anyways which isn’t a good thing. My appetites kinda gone lately idk if Kade being gone is affecting my physically in ways I’m not entirely realising like due to underlying anxiety maybe but also because I’ve been trying to keep busy I’ve been getting out during the day and then I end up just forgetting to eat or just not bothering to.

[lesbianstarlightglimmer]

Night.

[powerfultenderness]

Rex

Rated: T+

Pairing: gn!Reader/Adrian Chase

Summary: Adrian returns home from a long mission to find you peculiarly dressed.

Warnings: none.

Word Count: 877

A/N: 🦖 just some fluff.

[Masterlist]

Adrian was exhausted. Sure he had a blast, quite literally, killing a bunch of butterflies, but now that the adrenaline had worn off, the exhaustion finally caught up to him. He was thankful they completed the mission a day early, it meant that he’d get an extra day at home to rest. Oh! And that meant an extra day with you, of course! He totally didn’t forget that, nope! 

“I’m home.” He half yelled and half mumbled, too tired to raise his voice anymore than that.

You apparently heard him anyway (you actually heard the alert from the doorbell camera) and quickly popped into the living room. “Adrian!” 

Before you could throw your arms around him, he caught you by the shoulders and scrunched up his face. “What are you wearing?”

Oh! You looked down at your outfit and let out a nervous chuckle. You hadn’t been expecting him back so soon and wore something that reminded you of him, of your first date. He’d taken you to the natural science museum and had been so excited to show you the T. Rex skeleton. 

When you saw the cute pajamas two days into his week-long trip, you couldn’t help but buy it. You were wearing a green T. Rex onesie, complete with blue spines that ran down the back to the tip of the floppy tail. 

You looked back at him and curled up your fingers like claws and scratched at the air. “I’m a dinosaur! Grrr!” 

Adrian stared at you, one brow raised above the rim of his glasses, before he dropped his hands. “Babe,” he started with a sigh.

Was that judgment? From Adrian Chase? Well maybe if he hadn’t left for an entire week!

“That’s not what a T. Rex sounds like.” 

You crossed your arms and pursed your lips together, trying not to smile at him. “Oh yea? Then what does a T. Rex sound like?”

Without missing a beat, he dropped his bag and grinned. “Like this! RAAAWRRRRRRRRR!!” He roared in your face, even tucked his arms in to imitate a T. Rex.

Just because you knew it was coming, didn’t make it any less funny! You leaned back and laughed, which turned into a high pitched squeal as he started chasing you.

“I’m a hungry T. Rex! Raawrrrrrr!!” He yelled and moved his T. Rex arms  arms up and down, just barely missing you as you ran around the couch, still giggling the whole time. 

He snapped his teeth at you and roared again, and laughed with you too, as you made another lap around the living room. When you were in front of the couch, he jumped over it and caught you in his arms. 

You playfully screamed as he gently tossed you onto the couch, one hand cradling the back of your head, before he flopped down on top of you. 

“You! Cheated!” You were still laughing, especially as him nuzzling his face into your neck while he was also laughing, tickled you.

Soon his laughter faded into a quiet hum. “Missed you,” he mumbled sloppily into your skin, like he was trying to kiss you and talk at the same time.

You giggled again, not nearly as loud or as long as before. “I missed you too.” 

Adrian let out a sigh and relaxed in your arms, his earlier exhaustion returning full force. Before he could fall asleep though, you gently tugged his hair, knowing that always woke him up. “Hey, maybe we should go to the bedroom.”

He sighed and mumbled into your neck again. “ok. But you’re gonna hafta be on top.” 

You snorted out an ugly laugh and helped him up. Even as he followed you to your shared bedroom he didn’t want to let go of you, he shuffled behind you and leaned down to rest his head on your shoulder as he walked. He really did miss you.

He flopped onto the bed, his glasses falling off his face as he rolled onto his back, and spread out in the middle of the bed. “Use my body however you want.” He couldn’t even keep his eyes open as he spoke!

Somehow you smiled even harder. You kissed him softly. “Go to sleep. Dinner will be ready by the time you wake up.” Though it might need to be reheated.

You picked up his glasses and set them on the bedside table before tugging the blanket out from under him. You had to be a bit rough with that, he wasn’t easy to maneuver, but once he was tucked in he finally opened his eyes. 

“Stay with me.” 

“I have to go make dinner.” You tried, but he slipped a hand out from under the blankets and tugged you onto the bed with him.

“That can wait. C’mon, please.” 

“Do I have a choice?” You giggled again as he moved the blanket over and hugged you to him.

“Nope!” Adrian smiled as he looked at you, his vision blurring from how tired he was and from losing his glasses. He knew exactly why you were wearing T. Rex pajamas, and even though he wanted to ask if they had a set in his size, the only thing that came out was, “love you, Rex.” 

[jaywonnniez]

when you have an argument with bf!jay

pairing : bf!jay x fem!reader

genre : angst

warnings : swearing, lowercase intended

word count : 1k

this morning, jay found you not beside him, he caught you wearing your shoes at the door, getting ready to go out. “where you going this early?” jay asked you standing infront of your bedroom door. “oh good morning, i’m gonna go meet up with wonie today, i haven’t seen him for so long!” you exclaimed. jay clenched his fists tightly, “wonie? that guy again? why always him?” he said, trying to control his anger and jealousy. “huh? i just mentioned him a few times, don’t worry honey he’s just my childhood friend that i knew a long time, he doesn’t have interest in me so don’t worry!” you said while smiling at him. jay hummed and slammed the door behind him. you shrugged it off thinking that maybe he’s just moody today, he’ll get over it quickly. 

but you were wrong. after being outside for 3 and a half hours, you unlocked the door, revealing jay sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, staring at the blank tv screen. “home already? it’s been 4 hours.” “no it hasn’t been 4 hours, it’s just 3 and a half hours. why are you looking angry? did i do something wrong?” you asked him in confusion. 

the tension in the living room was getting heavier, jay glared at you, “ what? did you do something wrong? what do you think? you were out with another boy for 3. and. a. half. hours. what were you both doing anyways huh? a boy and a girl alone for that long.” he kept staring at you, frowning. “jay your being dramatic, stop this nonsense, i did nothing wrong, i was just out with jungwon, we were just chatting.” you stated. “ hah, just chatting? are you sure? how can you trust that man, he might of done some bad things to you! you can’t just go out with some other man and not me for that long of a time.” jay bursted out at you. “so you don’t trust me? you think i’m cheating on you with jungwon? babe, he’s literally younger than me, he’s my childhood friend after all, we’ve been friends for more than 10 years. so i trust him. why are you always so overprotective? i can’t go out with my friends? why do i need to go out with you always? i can have my own friends you can too, you gotta respect my social life jay, stop being a kid and grow up.” you exclaimed. jay fell silent after hearing you say all those things, he was guilty. he stared at the floor, tears slowly running down his face. after you said those words to him, you scoffed and went in your shared bedroom, slammed and locked the door. you weren’t crying, you were just mad. so you texted jungwon. 

y/n: won

woni:3: yes y/n? yru texting 

y/n: jay is mad at me because we went out together to eat -_-

woni:3: oh- um then talk to him about it?

y/n: yep i told him already

woni:3: well give him some time, he’ll apologise sooner enough.

y/n: okay then ill go now bye

woni:3: byeeeee🤟🏻😺

you went to take a shower while jay is still in the living room, he curled up in a ball on the couch, regretting what he said, crying and shivering in fear that you will leave him.

45 minutes passed by very quickly, you’ve just finished blow drying your hair and you got into some comfy pajamas, you went out of your bedroom to get some water, but right after you opened the door, you saw jay curled up in a ball sleeping on the couch, you walked over beside him and knelt down, you saw his dried tears on his face making you feel bad for him. you stood up and went to the kitchen to get some water for him.

you came back in the living room holding a cup of water and a wet towel. “jay, wake up.” you said in a soft tone, jay fluttered his eyes and looked at you with a tired look. you turned your head around to meet his red, moisty eyes. “did you cry? i’m sorry if i was too harsh..” you apologised, and wiped his face with a dry towel. jay kept silent and just let you do what you’re doing, you handed him the cup of water you brought earlier. looking at jay drinking the cup of water you gave him. “feeling better?” jay nodded after your question, he just sat on the couch, hands on his lap and staring at the floor. you chuckled at his cute little posture. you sat beside him, your arm reached to his head and you gently placed his head on your shoulder, jay was still silent.

“why did you cry? i wasn’t that scary.” you asked while caressing his fluffy hair. he snuggled into your embrace, hugging you like a sloth, legs tangled around your waist, arms wrapped around your back, and breathing under your neck. “i thought you’d leave me, i was scared to lose you y/nie..” jay muttered, but enough for you to hear. you chuckled at his cute attitude and caressed his back slowly. making him calm down from the fear. “i will never leave you silly, that would count as suicide to be honest.” jay smiled after hearing your words, he lifted his head and looked at you. “what?” you said while smiling at the red eyed baby infront of you. his lips met yours and you smiled in the kiss. after a few minutes, you both went to your bedroom and cuddled.

jay pulled you closer to his embrace, trapping you in his arms, he was shirtless, even though he has a habit of sleeping shirtless, it still makes you shy about how close his bare body is to you. you love his scent because it makes you feel relaxed, jay slowly caresses your hair and your back, you fall asleep in no time and jay just stares at your cute face, he pecks you in the forehead and pulls you closer to him. “i love you.” he says to end the tiring day you both had.

a/n: aaaaaaa hey guys i thought of this kind of fic and i hope y’all like it TvT thank you guys so much for literally 40+ notes on my previous fics!!!!! it means a lot to me to see my blog grow this fast🥲🙏🏻‼️ i love you allll~💚🍉

[baroquebucky]

fool for you

bucky just wants to be with you forever

word count: 1.9k

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a/n: hi bffs !! hope u are all well <33 pls enjoy this v fluffy one shot inspired by own post :’ ) let me know what u all think !!

You were tired, your eyelids felt heavy and you struggled to pay attention to the tv. Your head falling to the side as you drifted off, eyes shooting open when you realized you were falling asleep. You got up quickly, splashing your face with water and settling back on the couch, rubbing your eyes and focusing on the tv again.

1:57 a.m.

You checked your phone in hopes of a “five minutes away :)” text from bucky, but there was none. You yawned again and changed the channel, flipping through some channels to try to wake you up before deciding to just switch to netflix instead.

You smiled as your favorite show played, nuzzling into the blanket bucky had given you and focusing on the show. The sound of keys rattling woke you up, you hadn’t even realize you had fallen asleep.

“shit” bucky whispered as the door slammed into the wall. “sorry” bucky spoke, apologizing to the wall before dragging his suitcase as quietly as he could. He kicked off his boots and his eyes landed on you asleep on the couch.

“buck?” you mumbled, willing your eyes open. Your vision was fuzzy and you could hear the tv still playing, you moved a little, forgetting you were on the couch and slipped off the edge. You couldn’t even process that you had fallen by the time bucky caught you in his arms, smiling at you.

“hi doll” bucky smiled at you, kissing your forehead gently and easily lifting you in his arm. He turned the tv off and carried you into your shared room, gently placing you on the bed.

“what time ‘s it?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes and yawning, finally waking up.

“almost 3” he smiled at you softly, rummaging through his drawer and taking out a change of clothes. You nodded as he pulled out a black t shirt and some boxers, walking towards you and kissing your temple.

“I’m gonna shower doll, you can go to sleep” he assured you and you nodded, knowing full well you’d end up waiting up for him anyway.

“don’t slip” you smiled and he rolled his eyes, waving you off with a small smile on his face.

“it was one time!” He groaned before closing the door to the restroom.

You smiled to yourself as you heard the shower turn on, rolling over to your side and closing your eyes. The sleep that had been taking over you earlier was nowhere to be found. You kicked the covers off you and groaned, frowning as you stared at the ceiling. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and scrolled through Twitter for a while, waiting for bucky to finish showering so you could cuddle up to him and fall asleep.

You could feel yourself growing hungry, glancing at the time on your phone you frowned a bit, it was already 3:07 am. you drank some water and tried to fall back asleep, cuddling into your pillow and letting out a soft sigh when you finally got comfortable. Right as you were finally going to sleep bucky opened the restroom door, the sound making your eyes shoot open and heart race. 

“did I wake you?” bucky whispered, a frown on his face as he heard your heart rate quicker than usual. You shook your head with a small smile. He knew you were lying but he didn't say anything, he just threw his dirty clothes in the laundry basket and settled next to you under the covers. He threw his right arm around you, pulling you closer to him and kissing the top of your head. 

“g’night doll” he mumbled and closed his eyes, already falling asleep from how exhausted he was. 

“goodnight buck” you replied softly, closing your eyes and relishing in the feeling of his arm around you. It was silent, with only the sounds of the city flowing through the Brooklyn apartment. 

Then your stomach growled, causing bucky to looked at you with wide eyes and you stifled a giggle. You mumbled a ‘sorry’ before closing your eyes again, hoping it wouldn't keep growling. 

You were wrong. Your stomach was relentless, and finally you got up, slipping from Bucky grasp and scurrying into the kitchen to find something to eat. Bucky felt your absence almost immediately, he opened his eyes and frowned, getting up and making his way into the kitchen. 

“didnt mean to wake you angel” you apologized as he walked towards you. He shook his head and wrapping his arms around you, letting his chin rest onto of your head. His eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed into him, your arms snaking around his waist and leaning your head against his chest. The sound of the microwave made you pull away from him, grabbing the hot cup of Mac and cheese and setting it on the dining table, Bucky soon following you and sitting next to you. 

“now im hungry” he frowned and you laughed, giving him some of your Mac and cheese which he gratefully ate. Within minutes the small bowl of Mac and cheese was empty, the two of you still hungry.  You stared at bucky, a small smile creeping onto both of your faces. You were both thinking the same thing. 

“no we shouldn't” you shook your head and bucky agreed. 

“yeah no its almost 4 we should get to bed” he replied, you both got up, making eye contact before bursting into a fit of giggles and smiles, heading straight towards the kitchen and definitely not bed. You pulled your phone out and put on some music. 

“you were thinking about French toast right?” you asked and bucky smiled, already opening the fridge for the ingredients, you grinned and you opened the pantry to get the other things you needed. You both sang along to the music softly, swaying to the beat. 

As bucky made the mix you grabbed the bread and two plates, heating up the pan and putting some butter on it, letting it melt. You moved easily in the kitchen with bucky, ever since you had moved in together everything just seemed to work for you guys. 

As you dipped the bread into the batter before putting it in the pan. Turning to bucky and using the spatula as a microphone, singing along to some 40s song you had added for bucky. You smiled as he took the spatula from your hand, setting it down and grabbing your hands, dancing along to the song. 

Bucky had the brightest smile on his face as you followed his lead, letting him twirl you around as the song played. You looked up at him as he danced with you, meeting his light blue eyes. Your eyes met and bucky couldn't stop himself. 

“I can't wait any longer oh my god” he rushed out, letting go of you and rushing back into the bedroom, leaving you along in the kitchen. 

You frowned, did you do something wrong? You focused back on the French toast, flipping the slice so it wouldn't burn before placing it on Buckys plate. You frowned as you looked for the powdered sugar. Realizing you hadn't taken it out you turned around to get it, your back to the bedroom door. As you searched for it your mind raced, was he breaking up with you? Was he just really tired?

Meanwhile Bucky was rummaging through all his drawers, wondering where the hell he put the ring he picked out with Steve seven months ago. His heart was racing as he heard you cooking the french toast, confused as to why he left you. Finally he found the black velvet box in the back of his sock drawer, smiling as he ran back out to meet you in the kitchen. 

Bucky saw you facing the drawer, so he wasted no time sneaking up behind you and getting down on one knee silently, opening the small box to reveal the ring. 

You finally found the powdered sugar, opening it and turning around. You turned quickly, eyes immediately landing on bucky, right in front of you. 

On one knee. With a ring.

You dropped the powdered sugar, causing it to land all over you, bucky and the ring. Your hands flew to your mouth as he smiled at you brightly.

“are you joking? this is a joke right?” you questioned and bucky shook his head, still on one knee despite having powdered sugar all over his shirt. 

“y/n I love you so much, I wanna spend forever with you. Everything feels so right with you I just- its like we’re just meant to be, I can't imagine a life without you. I wanna make you happy, I wanna travel the world with you, I wanna dance in the kitchen at 3 am and make French toast at ungodly hours with you for the rest of my life” he rambled, you felt your ears burning as he continued, your mind still processing that he was actually proposing. 

“-I love how competitive you are and how excited you get over anything and everything, I just love you so much-” he cut himself off when he looked at you for the first time since he started rambling, smiling softly up at you as you looked at him, fondness in your eyes and a tear rolling down your cheek. 

“will you marry me?” he spoke, breathless. 

Never in your life have you nodded so quickly. 

“yes, of course yes” you whispered and bucky smiled, jumping to his feet as you cupped his face, crashing your lips onto his, smiling into the kiss. You pulled away with a sniffle, smiling as he took your hand and slid the ring on, he blushed at the sight of it. 

You looked at each other with a smile, kissing once more before you realizing the french toast was cold by now. You pulled away quickly, grabbing the powdered sugar bag from the floor and sprinkling some lightly on your plates. 

“sorry about all that” you laughed, motioning to the powdered sugar all over the two of you and the floor. Bucky just grinned, waving it off as the two of you ate the French toast, a smile never leaving either of your faces. Both pf you giggling as the sun came up and birds began to sing. 

Not long after you finished Bucky cleaned up your mess, you changed into one of his t shirts and slipped into bed, a smile on your face as he walked into the room, taking his shirt off and slipping out of his sweats before moving into bed next to you. 

You wasted no time as he laid on his back, moving his arm so you could rest your head on his chest. He cradled you gently as you got comfortable, kissing the top of your head once you settled in. 

“love you so much angel, can't wait until we get to spend forever together” you mumbled with a smile on your face, already drifting off to sleep. Bucky smiled at your words, letting his fingers run through your hair. 

“and I love you more than yesterday” he whispered, “but less than tomorrow.”

Bucky meant his words. He meant them with everything he was. He fell in love with you everyday. He always found himself falling deeper and deeper, but he never complained. Now could fall in love with you for the rest of his life.

[skyeet-the-writer]

The Love Among Us

Chapter 1-- I’d Never Snitch On Daddy

so i haven’t seen many corpse husband x reader stories on here, so i decided to upload one myself. i’ve been watching jacksepticeye’s among us videos and when i heard corpse talk for the first time, i was like, “hol up” and now i’ve been obsessed with him. also, go stream his music on spotify, it’s amazing. enjoy! x. 

 corpse husband x female!reader

summary: while playing among us, y/n watches corpse kill felix in o2. when his body is reported, however, she doesn’t tell who killed him. 

 word count: ~3.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (not real death), mentions of murder (not real murder)

EDIT: before i wrote this and after i published it, i did not know that corpse did not like to be referred to as “daddy”. had i known this, i would have not even thought of posting this. and since i know now, i won’t refer to him as such in the future. thank you. (10/19/2020)

EDIT 2: this is the first part to my corpse x reader series. i will be adding chapters as we go!

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4 rounds before the incident

“I was in coms with PJ!” Sean exclaims. 

“He is doing the liar voice!” Felix shouts with a laugh. 

“I’m not,” Sean tries to say, but everyone talks over him and the voting time ends. Everyone left alive, though it was only four people, had all voted for him and he yells at them as he gets ejected. 

stinky was not the imposter

2 imposters remain

The round ends and everyone unmutes themselves. 

“Lizzie, you saw Felix kill me and you did nothing!” Roomie yells as soon as the round ends and the imposters are revealed. 

“Yeah, because I was the other imposter.”

“Oh. Okay, well that makes sense.”

Everyone laughs and Ken starts the round again. 

“Wait, can I invite y/n to play? She’s doing her twenty-four-hour stream and she just finished playing Monopoly with Mark, Bob, and Wade,” says Lizzie, looking down at her phone as they all appear back in the waiting room. 

“Yes,” Corpse blurts out and there are a few laughs and chuckles. 

“You were quick to answer, Corpse,” Sean teases. 

“Shut up,” Corpse mumbles and there are even more laughs. 

Lizzie smiles and taps into her phone. “I’m gonna invite her.”

~

“I can’t believe that you actually made that deal, y/n,” Wade is telling you after ending the second round of Monopoly that you’ve played with them. 

You smile and cross your legs on your chair. “Look, I was going bankrupt and it seemed good at the time. Besides, Mark was going to win anyway, he owned half of the board.” Your phone buzzes beside you on your desk and you pick it up. “Lizzie texted me.” There’s a sound effect that plays in your headset and you look up at your screen and smile. “Thanks to _lorieplays _for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot. Thank you so much.”

“Do you want to play another round?” Marks asks. 

You shake your head, reading the text from your friend in England. “No, I don’t want to lose to you again.” You laugh. “Nah, Lizzie wants me to play Among Us with her and a few others. It was fun playing with you guys.”

“It was even though you took all of my money,” Bob snaps. 

You laugh. “Yeah, yeah. See you guys later.”

“Bye,” says Mark.

“See y--” Wade begins but you cut him off when you disconnect from the call. 

“Oops.” You put a hand over your mouth and laugh. “Sorry, Wade. Okay.” You straighten up and glance over everything, making sure it’s all working properly. “I have to pee and I think my roommate ordered pizza, so we’ll be back after this short break. Enjoy this live feed of my pet rats.” You giggle and switch the stream over to a view of your two rats in their cage where you have a camera set up. You take your headset off and head out of your recording room. 

Every two months, you have a twenty-four-hour livestream where you play games with your friends from all around the world. Despite being only twenty-five, your Youtube channel had grown exponentially in the past three years and you’ve had the chance to meet lots of other Youtubers like Markiplier, PewDiePie, and your close friend, LDShadowLady. 

Currently, you’re on hour twenty of twenty-four and you’re beginning to feel the effects of not sleeping for a whole day. You had been drinking coffee and energy drinks for the past four hours and that seemed to perk you up for two hours max. But your roommate had ordered pizza and that would hopefully wake you up. 

After going to the bathroom and grabbing an entire box of pizza, you return to your recording room and sit down. You put your headset back on and eat a slice of pizza before switching the views back to you. “And we’re back. I hope you guys enjoyed my rats because I don’t. They keep me up at night.”

You read a comment while loading up Among Us and laugh. “No, they’re not dead. They’re sleeping. They do that a lot when they’re not fighting.” 

When you finally get into the game and entire the code, you spawn in. You also quickly join the Discord chat and wince when nearly ten voices hit you at once. 

“y/n!” exclaims Lizzie and the other voices die down for a moment before rising to greet you. 

You wince again but laugh. “Jesus, you guys are loud. Hey, Lizzie.” You move your character to the customize tab and go to try and switch your color. But then you frown and realize that you’re stuck with being dark blue. “Damn, I wanted to be white.”

“Do you want to switch?” Corpse asks. 

Your eyes widen you your stomach flips. You hadn’t noticed Corpse was in this game. Immediately, your chat became flooded with keyboard smashing and lots of “omg my shipp” and “y/n rlly said ‘anna oop-’” 

“Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind,” you manage to stutter out and take a bite of pizza as Corpse’s player comes over and the white option becomes available. You select it and also select the goggles in the hats menu. 

“How’s your stream going?” asks Sean. 

You shrug. “Pretty good. I’m super tired, though. I literally almost fell asleep while playing Monopoly with Mark, Wade, and Bob.”

“You went to college, right?” You’re pretty sure that’s Roomie. 

“Yep,” you affirm with a nod even though they can’t see you. “You’d think that those all-nighters writing papers and studying for finals would make me able to do this.”

There’s a laugh in the group and the round starts.

3 rounds before the incident

You scratch your eyebrow and sigh in relief when you’re the crewmate. You mute yourself and slide up in your chair. 

“I like being the crewmate,” you say, heading towards admin as a habit. “It’s a lot less stressful than being imposter.”

After doing your tasks in admin and fueling the engines, you stumble across a dead body in the lower engine and a vent closing. 

“Oh,” you say, and press the report button. You unmute yourself and begin with, “So I saw a vent close but I didn’t see who went in.”

“Who died?” asks Lizzie. 

“Felix,” says Sean. 

You smirk. “It’s always yellow that dies first.”

“Where was the body?” Ken asks. 

“Lower engine,” you reply. 

“I was in medbay with Corpse doing the scan so it wasn’t him,” PJ says and Corpse makes a noise of confirmation. 

This makes your cheeks heat up and you smack a hand over your mouth. Your chat explodes again but you decide to ignore it. 

“And I was doing wires in cafeteria,” Lizzie says. 

“Sean, where were you?” 

“I was in reactor doing the simon says thing,” he answers. 

You sigh. “I hate that one. What about you, Ken?”

“I was with Roomie in electrical doing the power thing. You know, the one where you have to divert it somewhere else.”

“So do we skip then?” asks Lizzie. 

“No one is super sus, so I’m going to skip,” you answer. 

When no one is ejected, you mute yourself again. “I dunno why, but Sean seems pretty sus. Because I didn’t see him on the way down from upper engine. But I guess he could have gotten there in time.” You shrug and run over to the trash chute in the cafeteria. “RIP to Felix, though.”

After doing the trash there, you head down to storage, running into Corpse doing the wires in there. You wait there to clear him and once you do, you run a few circles around him to get his attention and he follows you over to the trash in storage and watches you do that. After that, the two of you head over to electric together and do wires there. 

Suddenly, there’s a body reported and you unmute yourself. 

“Sean just killed Lizzie in front of me!” exclaims PJ. 

“PJ killed Lizzie,” Sean retorts, flipping the blame. “I watched it, he didn’t realize I was there and murdered her.”

“I watched PJ do the scan in medbay, he’s cleared,” Corpse says and you find yourself smiling for no reason. “Sean, you killed Lizzie.”

“I knew he was sus,” you say, grabbing another piece of pizza. You look at the box and your eyes widen. Had you really already eaten half of it?

“Wait wait, how am I sus?” Sean asks. 

You take a moment to swallow. “Because when I was doing fuel earlier, I was running down from upper engine and didn’t see you in reactor. Sure, maybe you could have gotten there earlier, but it was super weird.” 

The discussion time ends and PJ immediately goes to vote for Sean as well as you, Corpse, and everyone else still alive. Sean ends up getting ejected. 

stinky was an imposter 

1 imposter remains

“You’re such a detective, y/n,” Sean says when he gets ejected. 

You laugh. “I just play this game too much.” You then mute yourself and smile. “I am a genius.” 

You end up finishing your tasks quickly after that and then stand in the cafeteria and eat another piece of pizza and read some of the chat. 

“’ What am I going to do after this?’ I don’t know. I might play some Minecraft. Should I have a poll on Twitter? I’m stuck between public Among Us games, Minecraft, and taking random quizzes on Buzzfeed.” You smile and hear another sound effect and something pops up on the screen. “Thank you to coochie man for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot.” You laugh at their name. “I love your name, by the way.” 

There’s some rattling in the cage behind you and you turn around to see one of your rats drinking water. You turn back to the chat and read another comment. “’ Do you have a crush on Corpse?’” You blush and smile, biting your lip. “I mean, his voice is hot. I’ve never met him since he lives in San Diego and I live in h/t, but yeah, I guess I do. I’ve been listening to his music for the past few days and it’s really good, you guys should go check it out.”

You look up and unmute yourself when a body is reported. “Who died?” you ask. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Are you already done with your tasks, y/n?” Corpse asks. 

God, even the way he says your name is making you blush. “Yeah, I get them done quick.”

“She does that,” says Lizzie, “She always gets her tasks done quick.”

“Ken is dead by the way,” says Roomie and your snort, smacking a hand over your mouth. “I found him in the hallway by navigation. Where was everyone else?”

“I was in cafeteria doing nothing,” you say, leaning back in your chair and spinning around just a little. “I think I saw PJ downloading while I was in there, but I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Yeah, I was downloading,” says Ken. 

After more discussion, Corpse points out that Jaiden had been following him and it looked like she had been faking tasks. 

“No I haven’t,” she says. 

“That sounds like something the imposter would say,” you hum with a smirk. “That’s pretty sus, Jaiden.”

Everyone else agrees and you all end up voting Jaiden out. 

jaiden was the imposter

0 imposters remain

You cheer as the round ends and a blue victory screen pops up for the crewmates. “Good game, guys,” you say and play again, waiting for the host. 

~

1 round before the incident 

“Oh my god, I’m imposter again?” you groan and sigh when you spawn back in. “I was just imposter, I don’t want to be it again. I’m so bad at it,”

After another short round of you and Felix losing to the crewmates, you all agreed to play two more rounds before Sean had to leave. So you move your character to admin where PJ is and fake the card swipe before moving over to the admin security thing where you could see who was around where. Luckily, no one appeared to be near admin, so you quickly kill PJ and escape through the vent and come out through medbay. 

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper over and over, running down to storage. “That was clean.” You fake getting fuel and go back up to the upper engine. 

When PJ’s body is reported, you see that your fellow imposter, Sean, had reported it. You stay silent for most of the round and only say that you were in the fuel area when it was reported. 

“Yeah, I saw her run past electrical earlier,” Corpse says. You blush and glance at your exploding chat and shake your head. 

After everyone skips the round, you mute yourself once more and head towards navigation. “I hate this.” You drag the last syllable and watch Lizzie enter the room. You wait a moment before walking towards her and killing her, jumping into one of the vents. You let out a sigh and flex your fingers. “I’m so stressed.” You exit out of the vent into shields and your heart stops when you see someone else in there but you realize that it’s the other imposter, Sean, and you relax. 

You run past him and go to the trash compartments and pretend to unload those. And that’s how the rest of the round goes. You kill someone, someone reports it and you vote someone off. Eventually, you and Sean do a double kill and end up winning the round.

You unmute yourself. 

“Let’s go!” Sean exclaims and you smile. 

“I can’t believe you killed me, y/n!” shouts Lizzie. “I thought we were friends.”

You laugh. “There are no friends in this game. I’m not loyal to anyone in this game. You could be my best friend and I would fucking murder you.”

“That’s cold,” says Roomie as everyone else spawns back in. 

“Yeah,” you nod. 

“Wait, PJ disconnected,” says Sean, and you all end up waiting for him to rejoin. 

In that time, you look at your chat and say, “Hey, do you guys have any questions for who I’m playing with. I’m asking you, chat.”

“I swear if someone asks about my hands, I’m leaving,” Corpse says and everyone laughs. 

You laugh louder when you read a comment and read it aloud, “_Ironlady _says that you should be a hand model, Corpse.”

“Okay, I’m leaving,” you hear Corpse say over everyone laughing. 

“No, stay!” you exclaim, trying not to laugh. “C’mon, don’t leave.”

He sighs deeply and your brain goes fuzzy. “Fine. I’ll stay for you.”

You beam and your tummy turns. You ignore the whistles and remarks from everyone else and stand beside Corpse. You suddenly wish that the little bean characters could hold hands. 

When PJ joins the server again, Ken starts the round and you cross your fingers, hoping to get crewmate. 

0 rounds before the incident

You mute yourself and sigh when you’re a crewmate. “Thank god.” You let out a breath and go over to admin with everyone else. You swipe your card and go to the cafeteria to do some wires there. 

The game turns out to be rather uneventful. A few people die and two people are voted off before the game gets truly interesting. And that happens when you walk in on Corpse and Felix. 

“I’ve had this song stuck in my head for days,” you’re saying, walking from electrical over to O2. “And I can’t get it out of my head. Maybe singing it will help.” You hum the first part. “Don't go in there, you'll become one. Freaky creatures, monster party. Eyes of yellow, scales and feathers, tails in tethers. Turn the lights off. Bend the nightmare, you control it. Artful dodger, easy does it. Shut the closet, get under the covers. Snakes and lovers. Turn the lights off.” You do a little dance for a moment and continue hum the song, glancing at the chat as you go towards O2 after doing wires in storage. 

“Like, I know the song, it’s just been stuck in my head,” you explain. “And it kind of annoys me--”

But you stop as you enter O2 and watch Corpse murder Felix. Neither one of you move and you don’t know what to do. “Uhhh.” 

Then, without thinking, you turn straight around and make your way away from the scene of the murder. “I didn’t see anything!” you shout to no one. “I suddenly can’t see who murdered Felix.” You smack a hand over your mouth and stand in the middle of a hallway. “Oh my god, what do I do? I don’t want to snitch on Corpse, he’s hot.” You scratch the back of your neck and shrug, continuing on to reactor. “I didn’t see anything.”

You’re in the middle of doing the simon says in reactor when Felix’s body is reported. You unmute yourself and fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie. You know exactly who killed Felix. 

“--was in O2,” says Jaiden and you focus back into the conversation. “And I didn’t see anyone around.”

“I saw you heading that way, y/n, but I know it wasn’t you because I saw you do the trash in storage.”

You look at the screen when Sean talks to you and you chew your lip. “I know who killed Felix.”

“Who?” asks almost everyone at the same time. 

You close your eyes and swallow. It’s just a game, why are you taking this so seriously? Suddenly, a song lyric pops into your head and your stomach flips. You imagine yourself saying it and no one knows who you mean except for him. 

You open your eyes. “I’d never snitch on daddy.”

There’s a laugh in the chat and you blush fiercely, your livestream chat blowing up once again.

“I think we know who it is, then,” says Sean, laughing. 

“Yeah,” agrees Lizzie and your eyes widen. 

“Wait, what?” you ask, watching everyone vote almost as soon as the discussion time ends. “Wait, hang on, who--”

“We know who you’re talking about, y/n,” PJ tells you. 

You vote for yourself and your brain goes blank as you see that everyone voted for Corpse. He even voted for himself. They knew. They all _knew _about your feelings for Corpse. 

The round ends with Corpse being voted out and the crewmates win. There’s some talking, but you stay on the victory screen. You’re trying to decide if your mad or embarrassed or both. 

“I didn’t know you’d say that, y/n,” Corpse says, effectively breaking you out of your trance. “I thought you were gonna snitch on me.”

“You heard her,” teases Lizzie and you can tell she’s grinning. “She’d never snitch on you, Corpse.”

He laughs and you feel something in a certain place. “Oh my god, I’m gonna die of embarrassment.” You put your face in your hands, listening to your friends tease you in the chat. You suddenly want to jump out your window and run into traffic. 

“Don’t die,” comes Corpse’s voice through the onslaught of teasing. “I’ll be sad.”

“Fuck!” you shout and slam your hand on your desk, shaking your equipment and scaring your rats. “I’m so sorry, Corpse, that was really weird, I--”

“Stop.” He interrupts you and the chat goes silent and you look up at the screen even though you can’t see him. “It’s okay. It was funny.”

Your eyes widen and then narrow. Funny? He thought what you said was funny? How could he think it was funny?

But then he speaks again and he sounds oddly flustered. “Uh, I gotta go. Um, it was fun playing with you guys. Bye, y/n.”

“Bye Cor--” but then he disconnects and you’re left talking to no one. “--pse.”

There’s a long moment of silence until Felix breaks it. “I can’t believe you just watched me die and didn’t do anything about it.”

There are some laughs and you smile faintly, rejoining the game. “Yeah, uh, sorry about that.”

“Are you okay, y/n?” asks Lizzie. 

You blush and swallow. “I don’t know. God, I’m so weird.” You run a hand through your hair and adjust your headphones

“No, you’re not,” Roomie assures you. “He has a crush on you, too.”

Your eyes widen and you scoot up in your chair. “He does?”

“I mean, he called you pretty once during a game and said that he watches your videos a lot, so maybe.”

You groan and sink in your chair. “I’m gonna go, I need to run into traffic now.”

A few people laugh or chuckle and Lizzie asks you if you’re actually going to leave. 

“Yeah,” you tell her. “But not to run into traffic. I’m going to go play Minecraft to soothe myself.”

“Aw.” You can practically hear her frown. “Okay. Bye, y/n.”

“Good luck with your stream,” Ken tells you. 

You grin. “Okay, thanks, bye.”

When you exit the game and leave the chat, you scream. You actually scream and it’s loud. Your roommate even knocks on your door, asking if you’re okay. 

You look at them and nod. “Yeah, totally fine. Probably about to have a mental breakdown, but I’m fine.”

“Okay,” they say and lean on the doorframe. “But I’m not cutting bangs for you again.”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, okay, fine.” They leave and you turn back to your stream, feeling like you’re about to cry. Corpse knows you have a crush on him. And it seems like he has one on you as well, but now you’re embarrassed because you called him ‘daddy’ on stream.

You rub your eyes. “Well, now I know what’ll be streaming on Twitter tonight,” you tell the chat. 

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request: mat barzal, lyric #46, gn or nb reader pls. gonna be kind of annoying with this one fjkdf but - if you're comfortable, something where reader has like. a history of dysfunctional families, loneliness or bullying, depression anxiety autism etc etc but like. mat loves them anyway? wah. pls. thank u <3

Not annoying at all, love! Thank you for the request <3 This is a comfort fic. So there are some warning for: negative perception of self, family trauma, and anxiety.

Taglist: @snugglyducklingbrewhouse @hugheshugs @quietblues @oowenspower join the taglist!

Here’s the lyric prompt :)

46. “I’m a wreck–I'm your wreck”

After just getting a call from your mom–you were reduced to tears on your kitchen floor. Typically, you could put the walls around your heart up to protect yourself. Today is a day that you couldn't.

Unfortunately, life had just been piling on it. You had done your best to keep it away from Mat. Not wanting him to see how much of a mess you could be. You think you had a little time to process how bad that phone call went. Unexpectedly, Mat is home earlier than usual.

So the sweet brunette walked into the kitchen just to be shocked by your curled-up body. Sobs wracked through your lungs. To say that Mat was scared would be an understatement. He was petrified for you. Mat had seen you cry maybe a few times. That was over things like puppies or bad days. Regardless, you always snapped out of it pretty quickly.

Your eyes are too blurry to see your boyfriend in front of you. You realize that you aren't going to break yourself out of this emotional state. Your hands reach out to try and find something to hold on to.

“Awe bubs, what's wrong?” mat tells in a soothing voice.

You realized that you couldn't speak even if you tried. Instead, your face plopped into Mat’s shoulder. His hands find their way into your hair. Mat’s presence doesn't stop the panic attack, but it certainly helps. Your hands wrap around Mat’s toned waist. Over the next few minutes, the steady stability of Mat holding you stops your shaking.

“I got you, y/n. I'm not going anywhere.” Mats' voice comforts you. “Can you breathe for me, baby?”

You nod. Your ear pressed into Mat’s chest. His steady breath reminds you when to inhale. His slow exhales follow after–in a few minutes, you’ve come back down from the heightened panic attack. Only then can you realize how close you are holding Mat. You remember that Mat just got home from practice.

“I’m sorry, you are probably tired.” you whimpered.

Mat shushed you. He didn't want to hear you beat down on yourself. All he wants is to keep you safe in his arms. He picks you up to bring you to the bathroom. Mat sits you on the bathroom counter to wipe your face.

“Do you need anything, bubs?” Mat questions softly.

Him. You need him. Mat is the only one that can remind you that you're worthy, loved, and safe. Especially, after what your family just did to tear you down.

“You love me, right?” You can’t help but raise the question.

Mat’s eyes went wide. A million questions run through his head.

“Of course I love you, is that why you are upset?” Mat was panicking on the inside. You just nod. It feels good to hear Mat say that he loves you.

“Hun, I love you so much. You're the first person I think of when I wake up, and the last person I think of when I go to sleep. You are such an amazing human being. I'll tell you that until I run out of breath if that's what it takes to make you understand.” Mat says while looking directly into your eyes. His gaze is kind and reassuring.

“I’m a wreck, Mat. My entire family sees it. Your fans see it,” you cry.

The look on Mat’s face was that of a scared boy. You’re not a wreck. he understands that you just have bad days like every other person. However, the constant criticism and toxicity you have endured altered how you can feel love.

“If you're a wreck, you're my wreck.” Mat says in the softest voice he can muster.

You just let yourself melt further into him as he clutches you close to him. Anything else in the world, like family or stress, doesn't matter at this moment. As long as you have Mat with you, he will always drop gloves with all your worries and fears.

“I’m here to talk when you're ready, I love you.” Mat whispers into your hair.

“Later, I love you too, Barzy.” You reply.

[specialagentsergio]

side effects may vary

summary: An unexpected side effect brings you and Spencer closer—literally��when he’s prescribed a medication to help relieve his chronic nightmares.

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: prescription drug use, one small sexual reference, discussion of tornadoes (spencer gives a small infodump)

a/n: i wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins‘ “there was only one bed” event. when i saw the “medication makes someone sleepy” prompt, i had to take it, because this happens to me regularly lol.

word count: 2k

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It’s become a habit for you and Spencer: every Friday night you can, the two of you get together and watch a movie or show. It’s always at your place because he doesn’t have a TV, but he doesn’t mind—you have the better couch anyways. He thinks he could stay on it forever, especially on the nights where you don’t watch anything at all and talk for hours instead.

He made the mistake of mentioning this Friday night tradition to Morgan once. He’d questioned just why, exactly, Spencer liked going over to your place so much. Spencer hadn’t realized Derek was teasing him until he’d already come up with the lame excuse of your couch being really comfortable.

Morgan had chuckled. “I think it has less to do with the couch and more to do with the person who owns it, kid.”

He was right, of course, but was Spencer going to admit his silly little crush? Absolutely not. Especially not to Derek. He just continued going to your place every Friday, stubbornly ignoring the smirks and eyebrow wiggles sent his way from the man.

It’s one such night a few months later when an alarm on his phone goes off, making you both jump. He nearly spills the popcorn everywhere in his scramble to turn it off. “Sorry. It’s—wow, it’s nine already.” As usually happens when he’s with you, he’s lost track of time. It’s why he set the alarm in the first place.

“You have somewhere to be?” you ask.

“Um, no. I just…” he trails off, leaning forward to dig through his satchel at his feet, searching for the white paper bag he picked up from the pharmacy earlier in the day.

You don’t ask aloud, raising an eyebrow instead. It’s you providing him with an out—you’ll let him pretend he didn’t see it if he doesn’t want to answer the question.

He sighs, pulling the little orange bottle out, a prescription from the psychiatrist you’d coaxed him into seeing. “It’s just, uh… it’s supposed to help with, y’know… dreams,” he explains quietly.

“Nightmares,” you clarify.

“Yeah. That’s what the alarm was for.” He pops the cap and looks at the little pills inside. “To remind me.”

“We can finish this later,” you say with a gesture towards the TV. “It’s okay if you need to leave.”

He shakes his head. “She said to take it a few hours before bed. There’s plenty of time to finish.” Not that he cares that much about the show. He just doesn’t want to cut his time with you short.

“The bottle says it can make you drowsy, though,” you say, pointing out the little flap on the side of the bottle he hadn’t noticed.

“It won’t,” he dismisses nearly immediately, shaking a dose out into his hand.

“You can’t know that.”

“I’m a chronic insomniac. I’ve tried medication before. It doesn’t work,” he says firmly.

“If you say so,” you say, unconvinced.

“I do.”

“Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The words on their own typically imply annoyance or resignation, an insistence that the speaker knows better, but from you, all he can detect is amusement. And if he didn’t know better, he’d say your slight smile conveyed affection.

“Oh, I won’t,” he replies confidently, and takes the dose with a sip of water.

That confidence turns out to be misplaced.

It doesn’t happen quickly. You finish watching the current episode and he insists on another. About halfway through it, he starts to feel… different. A little… foggy and unfocused. Any movement he makes feels slow, and his eyelids are getting heavy. Try as he might, he can’t quite keep them open. He’ll rest them for just a minute….

“… encer. Spencer.” Something pokes his arm and he grumbles, shifting away.

“What?”

“It’s over.”

He blinks a few times, slowly reacquainting himself with his surroundings. Credits are rolling on the TV screen; he's about to ask why they look slanted, then realizes it's because he's slumped to the side. He pushes himself back to sitting, a delayed "oh" leaving his mouth. He rubs the sleep from one of his eyes, and catches your expression in the other.

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything!" you protest but the little laugh punctuating your words gives away what he knew you were thinking: I told you so.

With a sigh, he begins gathering up his things, pulling his bag into his lap and untying his shoelaces so he can put them back on.

“What are you doing?" you ask.

"Um, going home?"

"You can't ride the Metro like this," you say. "You're half asleep."

He tries and fails to suppress a yawn, but still insists, "I'll be fine."

"Spencer, I don't like you riding the Metro this late even when you're totally lucid. You know that."

He does. You often express such worries on your Friday nights, offering to let him stay with you. He always declines. Your couch may be comfortable when he's sitting, but it's not long enough for his legs horizontally.

He also worries about what he might say in his sleep. He's been playfully teased by team members often enough already. The last thing he wants is to ruin your friendship by expressing his feelings for you in his sleep.

He's got one shoe on and is about to put on the other, but you snatch it away. "Hey."

"No,” you say firmly. "You're staying here tonight."

"(Y/N)--"

"Take your shoe off." You flip the TV off, stand, and stretch. "And come to bed."

His mouth drops open a little. Come to bed. Did he really just hear that? You say it like it's the most natural thing. It sounds so...domestic.

He really likes it.

His eyes follow you as you walk to your bedroom. You stop in the doorway and look back to him. "Come on."

He's in a bit of a daze as he walks towards you, not realizing he's still wearing one shoe for a few steps. He clumsily kicks it off, then follows you through the bedroom door and into the adjoining bathroom, where you provide him with a spare toothbrush.

Normally he wouldn't want to share toothpaste with someone. He's even refused to do so a few times on cases when his little travel-sized tube has run out, instead going down to the front desk of whatever place they're staying at for a replacement, no matter how tired he is. But tonight he doesn't even think twice, just takes the tube when you pass it to him. It simply feels...normal, as if you and him do this every night before bed.

I could get used to this.

Spencer's still a little groggy from the medication, so it isn't until he’s standing in the bedroom that he realizes that there’s a problem. "There's only one bed."

"Um, yeah," you reply. "What, did you think I had bunk beds?"

"No, I just..." He's not sure how to explain it when you're pulling back the covers like it’s any other night. "There's one bed... and two of us."

"That's correct. It's a queen. It's made for two people," you point out. You sit down on one side, then pat your hand on the other.

He slowly approaches the bed, but hesitates, twisting his fingers a little. Your expression shifts, and he blinks. Surely that's not a look of disappointment he's seeing?

Your voice is quiet when you speak. "Spencer, if you don't want to share a bed with me, you can just say it."

"What? No!" he exclaims. "That—that's not it at all."

"Okay, then, what is it?"

"The opposite,” he says with a nervous laugh. “I can't believe you want to share a bed with me."

"Why wouldn't I?" You say it so simply; he can hardly believe it.

"Well, because I'm... me," is the reply he comes up with. "I'm annoying, and I talk too much, and my limbs are all long and weird--"

"I don't think you're annoying, Spencer," you interrupt. "We wouldn't be friends if I did."

"Oh. I guess... I guess that's true. But my arms and legs--”

"Are fine,” you reassure.

“I…” He’s a little too out of it still to think of something else. “Well, okay.”

“Since that settled..." You smile up at him. "Would you get into bed?"

He can't help but smile back. "Okay."

You both settle in. Right before you turn off the light, he speaks again. "I talk in my sleep," he says quickly, heat rising to his cheeks. "Just thought you should know.

"So I'm gonna get your fun facts in the night, too?" you ask, the corner of your mouth turning up.

"Maybe." He fiddles with the collar of his shirt. "Derek says every night is a toss up between that or gibberish…”

You laugh. "Noted."

You turn the lights off and silence falls over the room as you both find comfortable positions. The medication definitely hasn't worn off; sleep is quickly approaching him again. He feels a light touch on his arm. It trails down to his wrist. A slight pause, then you're sliding your hand into his. On instinct he winds his fingers through yours. He hears a content sigh right before he drifts off.

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Morning light spilling through the curtains wakes him up. He takes in a deep breath and stretches. He feels amazingly well rested; more than he has in a long time. And he had the best dream about you….

Spencer rolls over, then jumps a little—you're right there next to him, awake and looking at him with a soft expression.

"So it wasn't a dream," he says aloud.

You smile. "No, it wasn't.”

"We slept in the same bed," he says, dumbstruck.

"We did."

"You... held my hand?"

A nod and a bashful smile. “I did."

"Huh." He's quiet as he processes this and gathers his memories together. There's a question that comes to mind, but he doesn't know if he’s brave enough to voice it. Instead, he asks, "Did I sleep talk?"

"You did," you reply. "You told me the widest recorded tornado was 2.6 miles wide."

"The 2013 El Reno tornado," he says automatically. "It’s also the second most powerful tornado recorded. It occurred on May 31 of that year. Though it officially ranks as the widest tornado on record, current Doppler estimates of the 1999 Mullhall, Oklahoma tornado indicate that it may have been 4.3 miles wide."

You blink. "That's terrifying."

Spencer winces. "Sorry."

"It's okay." You hesitate a little, biting your lower lip, then slowly reach out and take his hand. Again, his fingers thread through yours perfectly.

He looks down at your joined hands, then back at you. His question from before returns. "What does this mean?" he asks quietly.

"It means..." You take a deep breath. "I like you.”

He frowns. "I know that. That's why we're friends."

"That's not what I meant." You squeeze his hand as if to remind him that you're holding it. "I meant that I like you as more than a friend."

His eyebrows shoot up. “Really?" he squeaks.

"Really," you confirm. "If you don't feel the same, I understa--”

You're cut off by him leaning forward and pressing the lightest little kiss on your lips.

"I like you as more than a friend, too," he says softly.

You give him the most wonderful smile. "Then get back here and kiss me properly."

Spencer obliges. He's never cared less about morning breath.

You scoot closer to him when you break apart and push his limbs around slightly to get into an embrace. "Finally," you murmur into the skin of his neck.

The sensation makes him shiver. “What do you mean?"

"I’ve been trying to get you into my bed for weeks."

He nearly chokes on his own sharp inhale. "I—what?"

"Not like that," you clarify. "I just wanted a good opportunity to confess. I figured you'd be too comfy in bed to run off right after I told you."

“You think I'd run off on you?"

You shrug. “You tend to remove yourself from a situation if your feelings get too intense. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but in this case, it’s the last thing I wanted to happen, you know?”

"Yeah, I get that,” he says. "I promise not to do it with you, though. About anything.”

You lift your head to look him in the eyes. “Kiss me again."

Spencer does.

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[shotorozu]

hellooo!! i see ur reqs are open again soo 👁👁. can u do todoroki bakugou and kirishima hc where their s/o wakes them up in the middle of the night because they’re hungry, im so hungry rn we literally have nothing but anyways i hope ur having enough rest mwa

waking them up because you’re hungry

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, kirishima eijirou, todoroki shouto (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used basically; gender neutral quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff (x reader)

note(s) : aa this is kind of late, so i’m sorry :( i hope you’re not hungry anymore— hunger that’s not attended to SUCKS so,, eat well!

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bakugou katsuki

HATED it when it happened for the first time

like,, c’mon! katsuki will go to bed at 9pm sharp, and he wants to stay like that for the rest of the night

but i suppose that it wasn’t really your fault that you’d go to bed hungry.

sometimes, you’d be too tired to even think about food— so you’d just,, flop down on the bed.

and sometimes, it would also be because katsuki loved dragging you along with his,,, early sleeping habits.

it takes a few shakes for him to wake up, and he’s beyond annoyed when he opens his eyes— and sees you awake

“go to sleep.”

“katsu, i’m hungry.”

he’ll groan, 🤨 “why don’t you make your own food??” because why did you have to wake HIM up, it’s like 1am

“because katsuki— the kitchen’s dark, and your food just hits differently.”

still wanting to go back to sleep, he rejects “no. your hunger can wait until tomorrow.”

but the sudden loud grumble of your stomach basically knocks the sleepiness out of him, and he shifts “fine. i’ll make you a snack, if that’ll keep you at bay.”

he’ll stay awake for a bit, even after he finishes making you a snack— because he needs to make sure that you brush your teeth afterwards.

katsuki will look SO annoyed, and he’ll obviously say no the next time you’ll ask him for food at 1am.

“don’t wake me up next time” still makes you food the next time you ask him to

however, the fact that you want HIS food, and not anything else— is quite the ego booster for him. he secretly likes doing this for you, he’s whipped.

kirishima eijirou

he’s very willing— he’ll be very sleepy, but he’ll make you food <3

it takes a few shakes for him to wake up, because eijirou’s quite a deep sleeper— if he’s asleep, then he’s OUT

he’ll sit right up on the bed, “babe?” he questions, when he felt you shake his arm. “what’s wrong?”

“i’m,, hungry.” eijirou being half asleep— takes a glance at the clock. it’s 2am “what could you be hungry for at 2am, sweetheart?”

“anything, really.” now kiri’s confused, because— didn’t you eat dinner earlier? but, that’s not really the point right now, he’s gotta make some food for you

he’ll shake his head, as an attempt to shake the sleepiness off— and he’ll walk off to make a really simple snack for you

he’s not gonna make you a full course meal at 2am— and it’s not because he doesn’t WANT to, but he just doesn’t have the physical capability atm

it’s really because kiri’s difficult to wake up— and he still wants to provide you food, even if he isn’t awake

don’t worry about the utensils, because he plans on doing them when it’s not 2am

if your sudden hunger continues on, he’ll probably start leaving more snacks in the kitchen for you to eat

“go to sleep, babe.” he’ll sleepily whisper, kissing you on the temple “tell me if you’re still hungry.” because whatever makes you happy <3

todoroki shouto

shouto’s a very light sleeper, so waking him up isn’t an issue— but gosh, do you really want to interrupt his sleep?

he looks so calm, and do you really want to disrupt his rest with your hunger

but shouto immediately wakes up when he hears a sudden grumble, and also when he realizes that you weren’t in his arms’ reach anymore

a simple shake will make his eyes open “..Y/N?” he’ll look at your up-right position, “are you hungry?”

oh. he’s referring to your stomach grumbling— “n-no. you can go back to sleep.” yet your stomach still grumbles

“was dinner not enough to satisfy you?” he asks with concern laced in his voice, the clock flashes 2am

“well uhm, i guess you can say that. i’m just hungry.”

and shouto’s like well— that’s nOT AN ISSUE 🤠 and he’ll immediately go make some soba, or just whatever you’re craving for (but soba’s his go to)

shouto has a habit of going a little overboard with the meal preparations— he tends to accidentally make a full course meal, at 2am

don’t think about the utensils. he’ll immediately wash it up for you, and he’ll even fight off his sleepiness— just so he could watch you brush your teeth

if your sudden night time hunger continues from then on, he’ll try to make sure you’ll eat plenty before bedtime.

but overall? shouto will do anything for you. i think if you asked him to jump off a cliff with you, he’d do it with no hesitations.

so being hungry in the middle of the night is not an issue for him— he’ll make sure you’ll feel content.

“good night, love.” he’ll pull you closer to him, “don’t hesitate on waking me up for any of your needs.”

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