#god I’m so tired I need to stay awake for 3 MORE HOURS

[kaijuparfait]

Does anyone ever think about how, before Eddie, Venom has probably never heard a full complement before? Because I think about that a lot-

Uhhhh idk something about Eddie casually saying “Y’know, I don’t hate you” and Venom sitting there like “you promise?” With it’s eyes all big

Eddie has to tell Venom that he doesn’t hate them at least twice a day or else Venom will stand above him at 2am like “you don’t hate me right? You don’t want me to leave right? It’s still “we” right?”

Love the idea that the Symbiote had abandonment issues after being rejected by so many Hosts

Venom Symbiote is very easy to fluster over the even the vaguest of compliments, but only from Eddie, everyone else is an ego boost but like. That’s its Host, the one that happily lets it live within himself? I think that finally having a Host that loves it so much does something to Venom

[celesteleoves]

Izuku waking up to reader baking at 3 am, (anything of ur choice) . He ends up staying and helping them bake! And they sleep at his dorm after their baking shenanigans.. ^^

“RISES THE MOON…”

ೃ࿐ izuku midoriya x reader

summary: what the ask says!

disclaimers: established relationship, mentions of one for all, reader bakes as a way to distract themselves, maybe ooc izuku? he trains sm that’s why he’s tired 24/7 😭 so short 😞. i wrote this at 2 am pls cut me some slack.. I DID NOT PROOFREAD THIS. I REPEAT I DID NOT PROOFREAD THIS!

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training is gruesome. it often leads to izuku passing out on the floor in his room or collapsing on the edge of his bed before even making it under his blanket.

it also leads to him waking up numerous times during the night, one for all also contributing to that. his adrenaline really never wears off, he’s constantly on edge. he can never rest peacefully when he’s left alone with his thoughts.

which then leads to the current situation. izuku sat on the floor, rubbing his eyes. he groans while stretching his sore muscles.

turning towards his desk, he checks the time.

“3:00 AM?!” izuku gasped at the hour. his eyes bulging out of his head. he’s wide awake now.

stumbling off of the floor, he decided he’s going to get a glass of water from the kitchen.

-

the journey to the kitchen was god awful. izuku wasn’t sure how many times he tripped over his own feet or smashed into a wall from still being slightly tired.

he cursed himself as he smashed into the kitchen door. it flew open with a bang as a delicious aroma spread across the room.

“what the…” he rubbed his cloudy eyes once more, looking around the dim light room.

“izuku, why are you up?”

his eyes lit up at the sound of your voice. he stood straighter, rubbings his eyes once more (so quickly he let out a quiet “ow..” after poking one).

“ah! sorry… i didn’t know you’d be here.”

you smiled at the sight of his soft eyes as he turned to look at what was on the kitchen counter. he navigated around you, placing his hands on your hips to move towards the baking items that were strewn across the kitchen counter surface. your heart fluttered at the feeling of his cold hands on your skin.

“what’re you making?” he tilted his head and leaned over all the products, trying to figure them out.

you sheepishly rubbed your hands on the apron you wore, suddenly feeling nervous about his opinion on the food you were making. “banana bread… you don’t have to have it.”

“what? of course i’m gonna have some!” izuku reassuringly placed a calloused hand around your wrist, guiding it away from your clothes so you don’t get dirty. you appreciated the gesture, fondly nodding your head and smiling.

“okay, then get to work.” you jokingly said, not expecting your boyfriend to instantly start helping you make the banana bread. your jaw dropped as he finished creaming together ingredients quicker than you ever could’ve. his fast learning skills were a trait that you admired and were silently envious of.

you hummed in appreciation as you moved towards other ingredients. handing them to your boyfriend to stir.

he went fast and worked with ease as he soon finished mixing together everything you needed while you grabbed a pan and greased it. izuku couldn’t help but stare as he leaned against the counter while waiting for you to finish, arms crossed and eyes staring at you with so much adoration. you looked over your shoulder as you placed the pan into the oven, eyebrows raising in question.

his face flushed as he realized you caught him staring. suddenly, his mouth felt dry. izuku was never one to be quiet, until he was in your presence. you left him speechless with your beauty.

he walked towards you and embraced you in a tight hug. the soreness from his muscles disappearing immediately. he softened at the feeling of your warm hands wrapping around his torso, moving up and down as you massaged his back.

you tilted your head to look at the oven, there were only a few minutes left on the timer. thank god, you’re sure izuku could just fall asleep like this.

the kitchen is momentarily filled with silence, the tranquility of the night comforting you two as you rock back and fourth. the small tuffs of izuku’s hair tickled against your neck, eliciting a giggle, your laughter caused a lazy grin to appear on your boyfriends face.

ding!

the sound of the oven made izuku jump slightly and you cooed while slowly pulling yourself away from his hold to get towards the food.

with a small grin forming on your face, you examined the food in front of you and almost squealed. it looked so-

“amazing! it looks amazing. call me a chef.” izuku grinned as he looked over your shoulder at the food. you snorted at his words.

“alright, let’s not forget the last time you burnt chicken nuggets and almost blew up the kitchen.”

your boyfriends jaw dropped and you had to bite back a smile at his expression.

“that was a low blow!” your boyfriend whined as he followed you around the kitchen as you placed the baked good on a plate.

izuku quickly took a piece of the banana bread, wincing as it was still hot from the oven. you analyzed his expression as he put the food in his mouth.

you furrowed your brows, his expression pinched and so concentrated it made you nervous. “so? how is it?”

izuku then smiled and you grinned, he liked it! thank god because if he didn’t you’d drop to your knees and cry.

“so good… can we go to bed though?”

“i was waiting for you to say that.”

izuku laughed a little at your words and started tugging you along with him to his dorm. you walked behind him silently, admiring him. you admired the way his hair was ruffled and unkempt seeing that he came straight from his training nap to bake with you. you frowned, realizing he woke up to spend time with you when he could’ve been getting sleep he desperately deserved.

“shh, you’re gonna wake up one of the boys. you know bakugou has insane hearing!” you scolded your boyfriend after realizing he was mumbling to himself the whole walk back to his dorm.

he rolled his eyes and you couldn’t help but laugh at his sassiness, he seemed to always get like that when he just wants to be near you and sleep.

you shut his door behind him, locking it as you watched your boyfriend dive onto his bed and beckon you towards him.

you followed suite and snuggled up against his chest as he laid on his back with his arm wrapped around your shoulder like he was your personal pillow. to be honest… he is. you could almost feel yourself being lulled into a sleep until you felt izuku tapping your nose.

confused, you looked up at him only to see him holding your phone. when did he get that?

“huh?”

“reminder. set a alarm for six o’clock so you don’t get caught in here, it’ll be bad if you’re leaving when kacchan is up and ready for his workout.”

you sighed, grabbing your phone and setting a timer as izuku slipped you both under the covers. you threw your phone onto his nightstand and let out a breathe of relief, grateful to finally be in your boyfriends arms after a long day.

izuku felt the same as he admired your sleeping face, grateful to be able to hold you another day. being with you here almost felt like all the soreness and exhaustion he has felt for weeks is gone in a blur. he only feels peace and tranquility when he is with you. and he couldn’t be more grateful for that.

thank god for your cooking skills!

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a/n: well… it’s been a while. hey divas! sorry school has genuinely been KICKING MY ASS. i’ve had 3 exams smh 😔 pleaseeee cut me some slack!! anyways ily all sm and i hope u enjoy this work that’s been sitting in my drafts for months..

[rhiannonsknife]

could I put in a request for Lucy MacLean x Wasteland!reader? you both find shelter and you usually take first watch because you’re used to staying up late. Except Lucy has a habit of making your job harder than it has to be because she just starts yapping and won’t go to sleep right away. Take yesterday night for example, you underestimated her ability to run out of things to talk to you about and you lost about 2-3 hours of sleep because of it. Tonight, Lucy’s about 15 minutes into her yap session when you randomly ask her if she wants to have sex, she’s delighted at the idea and agrees. You wanna tire this woman out, what’s a more efficient method than giving her a few orgasms? (maybe even include this being Lucy’s first time being eaten out?)

── GUILTY PLEASURE

— summary: lucy won’t stop talking.

— warnings: kind of inexperienced!lucy. fem!reader. nsfw content. mdni. this took me a month to edit but here we are.

the shelter you’d stumbled upon earlier isn’t much. it’s hardly anything at all: half a roof, crumbling walls, and a faint musty smell.

still, it seemed better than sleeping under the open sky where god knows what could catch you off guard. so, you decide to settle yourself near the door, leaning against the wall with your weapon in easy reach. first watch, as always.

and, as always, lucy is making it harder than it needs to be.

she’s sprawled on her bedroll a few feet away, her head propped on her pack like a makeshift pillow. the dim glow of the dying embers between you throws flickering shadows across her face, as she talks.

“-and, i mean, who even puts that much trust in a filtration system, you know?” she says, her tone exasperated. “it’s like, sure, the overseers say it’ll last forever, but what happens when the pipes get clogged? no backup system, no-“

you pinch the bridge of your nose, cutting her off before she can spiral any further into whatever story she’s telling you from her life in vault 33. “lucy-“

“what?”

“i thought we agreed you’d try to sleep during my watch!”

“we did,” she says, shifting to rest on her elbows now . never a good sign. “but you’re awake anyway, so it’s not like i’m interrupting anything. besides, you’re terrible at keeping yourself entertained. i’m doing you a favor!”

you give her a flat look. “i don’t need ‘to be entertained’. i need quiet!”

lucy scoffs. “quiet seems overrated. besides, what if something sneaks up on you? you’ll want me awake to watch your back.”

“that’s literally my job right now,” you deadpan, gesturing toward what once was a door.

“okay, fair,” she says with a shrug. “but what if you fall asleep? then we’re both screwed!”

you let your head fall back against the wall with a soft thud, staring at the cracked ceiling. “lucy, if i fall asleep, it’ll be because you spent all night talking about pipes and filtration systems instead of letting me do my job and i’ve bored myself to death!”

“i’m just saying, vault-tec could’ve planned better” lucy goes on after a short pause, like you’ve never asked her to stop at all. “like, one person on maintenance for an entire level? no wonder the water tasted weird that day!”

this has been your dynamic ever since you met her: lucy talking your ear off, filling the silence with anything and everything that comes to her mind.

“do you ever stop?” you ask, arching an eyebrow at her.

“not really,” lucy says, grinning. “another thing,” she leans forward slightly. “i get why you’re all about this ‘quiet’ thing, but maybe you’d actually enjoy these little watch shifts if you talked more. or, you know, let me help you stay awake!”

you scoff. “help me stay awake?”

“yeah,” she says. “like conversations, or games, or- i don’t know, literally anything but sitting there staring into the darkness like some broody protagonist in a bad holotape!”

“you’re unbelievable.” you laugh, despite yourself.

she beams, triumphant, and leans back again, her hands clasped behind her head. “you’re welcome.”

the wasteland beyond the door feels vast and empty, the moonlight barely illuminating the cracked ground and jagged ruins. you focus on the shadows, your grip tightening slightly on your rifle. lucy’s voice continues behind you, her words blending into the ambient hum of the night.

another ten minutes of this pass, your patience wearing thinner with every syllable; your initial plan to just wait for her to get sleepy doesn’t seem to be working.

“if i had been in charge of the vault party planning committee, there’s no way they would’ve run out that fast” she’s currently recalling. “it’s simple logistics. one crate for every-“

“lucy,” you interject, your voice flat.

“what?”

“are you ever going to go to sleep?”

“eventually,” she says with a shrug. “it’s not like i’m bothering you, right?”

you sigh, defeated. “you are absolutely bothering me,”

she ignores that completely, her tone turning thoughtful. “it’s kinda nice, though, isn’t it? i talk, you listen, we bond. i mean, sure, you don’t say much, but that’s probably because you’re so fascinated by what i have to say-“

“lucy…”

“-which i get! not everyone grew up in a vault, so my perspective is pretty-“

“lucy!”

she finally pauses. “yes?”

you turn fully, leaning your shoulder against the wall as you cross your arms. “do you want to have sex?”

the words hang in the air for a beat, and for once, lucy falls completely silent. you watch as her face cycles through surprise, confusion, and delight in rapid succession.

“wait, what?” she asks, already sitting up. “do i- are you serious?”

you shrug, trying to look nonchalant despite the heat creeping up your neck. “you’re not gonna sleep, and you’re definitely not gonna let me do my thing. i figure if i wear you out, i might actually get some peace and quiet tonight,”

lucy blinks at you, and then, once you’re fairly sure she will turn the insane offer down, she grins.

you‘ve thought about it before. not about sex, necessarily, but tamer things: you found yourself staring at lucy in the rare moments when she wasn’t chatting away, eyes studying her features whenever she hadn’t been looking your way. you thought about kissing her, too, about her body against yours and-

well, perhaps you had thought about sex with her.

you never figured out what vault dwellers like her learned about sex down there. only that, presumably, she does seem to know what you’re on about, judging by her enthusiasm.

“this is the best thing you’ve suggested so far,” she says, already tossing aside her blanket and crossing the small room to stand beside you.

lucy lingers above you for a moment, her eyes scanning over you as if weighing her next move. she takes her time. when she finally lowers herself into your lap, it’s with purpose, every movement measured. her weight presses into your thighs, grounding you in place, while her palms rest on your shoulders. lucy’s thumbs gently trace circles on your skin through your clothes as her eyes search yours.

to your surprise, you are the first to falter under her gaze, something lucy so clearly relishes. a satisfied glint flickers in her eyes just before her hands glide up, fingers curling around your jaw as she cups your face. without warning, she tilts your head back, guiding your gaze to hers again, brushing absently over the corner of your lips.

“don’t look away now,” she murmurs, a teasing rasp, her breath ghosting over your skin.

her thumb and forefinger catch your chin, holding it firmly as she hovers there, close, her lips parting ever so slightly as if to speak.

just when you think you can’t stand it any longer, lucy finally leans in.

her lips meet yours, soft at first, almost tentative, like she's waiting for some kind of reaction. she grazes the sides of your face, memorizing the feel of you beneath her touch. the kiss deepens quickly, the tension from earlier bleeding away into something much softer, more urgent.

her confidence only falters when she first tries to grind down against your pelvis, searching for a friction you cannot provide. you’re not sure what she had expected, or if she’s moving on instinct, but this is when it seems to sink in that lucy is in no position to fully take the lead here.

“are you a virgin?” you blurt at her puzzled expression.

“no!” lucy says, shaking her head. “no, it’s not- i got married remember…?” she grimaces, recalling the events that had followed her rather short lived ‘marriage’ in vault 33.

“okay, so…” you start. “what’s going on here, then?”

“i-” her gaze flicks between you and some point over your shoulder. her cheeks flush. “i just- well, you know, it’s not that different, right?”

“lucy…” your voice softens, even as you fight back a laugh. “do you actually know what you’re doing?”

“yes!” she says immediately, too quickly. then she hesitates. “well…sort of?”

you give her a look, and her face crumples into a sheepish grimace.“okay, fine, no,” lucy admits, throwing her hands up in defeat. “but i wasn’t going to say that out loud! i thought i could just…figure it out as we went.”

you sigh, though there’s no real annoyance in it. “you’ve been with someone before. why didn’t you-”

“because it’s different!” she interrupts, her voice rising again. “i mean, for one thing, he wasn’t…” she waves her hand vaguely in your direction, her words trailing off like she’s afraid to finish the thought.

“a woman?” you supply.

“yes, exactly,” lucy nods. then, as if to clarify: “not that that’s bad! it’s just- i don’t really know what i’m supposed to- how i’m supposed to…” her voice fades again, and she presses her lips together, clearly frustrated with herself.

“lucy,” you say gently, drawing her attention back to you. “it’s not something you’re supposed to just know. especially if…” you pause, hesitant to touch on something that might sting. “especially if it wasn’t…encouraged where you grew up,”

she frowns, her brows pulling together. “yeah, well, vault 33 wasn’t exactly a…bastion of sexual enlightenment! marriage, reproduction, carrying on the bloodline…i suppose it was always about the next generation, never about- this!”

lucy sighs.

“and, look,” her words come in a rush now, like she’s determined to explain everything before you can judge her. “it’s not like i have a problem with it! i mean, clearly, i don’t, because we’re, uh, doing…whatever this is. i just…i guess i thought it’d be easier to figure out!”

you reach up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. all your previous annoyance has melted away, replaced by a need to show her that this -sex- could be about so much more than just reproduction. “you don’t have to figure it out all at once, you know. we’ve got time!”

lucy’s gaze meets yours, hesitant but hopeful. “we do?”

“yeah,” you say softly, your fingers lingering against her cheek. “you don’t have to take the lead here, either. just…trust me, okay?”

“okay,” she says quietly. “okay, i trust you,”

“good,” you lean up, brushing your lips against hers, slow and careful. her shoulders relax immediately, and when she kisses you back, it’s sweeter than before: less frantic, more curious, like she’s letting herself feel everything for the first time.

you kiss her slowly at first, moving your lips in sync with lucy’s. she’s following your lead now, letting you set the pace of your mouths. she still seems as eager though, and when she starts moving her hips again, you’re prepared:

instead of your pelvis, you maneuver her so that she’s grinding on your thigh, finally giving her access to the friction she’d been searching for.

“o-oh-“ lucy mewls softly, her head lulling back as she ruts against you for a little while. you can feel the warmth radiating from between her legs already, damp through the fabric of her suit.

taking it off will be a risk, of course: stripping naked would make a quick escape damn near impossible. but you decide that, as you feel her arousal drag over your leg, lucy maclean is worth every risky decision that might come with it.

so, as she moves against you, as high-pitched moans start spilling from her throat, you reach for the zipper of the blue suit. it parts smoothly, the soft scraping of the interlocking metal echoing in the otherwise quiet space.

you look up at lucy, only vaguely aware of the white bralette that comes into view now that you’re unzipping her clothes.

you don’t want to make her uncomfortable by blatantly staring but the skin that’s revealed to you makes it impossibly hard. so, instead, you choose another way to show off your appreciation: without tearing your eyes from hers, you lean in and press your mouth to the flesh between her collarbones, then move lower.

lucy gasps, her lips parted and her brows slightly furrowed. it’s her who peels the sleeves of her jumpsuit from her arms, who lets it pool by her hips and reaches for you all over again. who urges you closer by the back of your head with one hand, while the other grabs the hem of her underwear.

“wow,” you gasp, dumbfounded when lucy -your lucy- tugs the bra upwards enough to free her bare chest from the restrictive fabric. she smiles, shyly, and tilts her head.

her nails sink into your shoulder the second your mouth closes around her nipple; she’s responsive there, more than you ever were, more than you thought she’d be. so responsive that lucy starts moving her hips more frantic when you roll her other nipple between your index and thumb.

and still…”more,” she whines softly, greedily, dragging her soaked center across your flexed muscle. “i want you to touch me,” she breathes. “please”

you trail slow, open mouthed kisses down her torso, your hands gliding over the curve of her back. you press lower, as far as you can reach, until your neck twists at an almost painful angle and lucy's hand finds the back of your head, cradling it gently.

that’s when you shift, moving her body so she’s leaning against the wall and you’re positioned between her spread legs.

lucy watches you through curious eyes, studying your every move as you get to kiss down her body more comfortably. you hold the eye contact, despite the need to stare at her chest (her nipples still hard and wet with your spit) until you have to pull the zipper lower and peel the fabric from her legs.

you slide it off and tuck it beneath her, allowing lucy to rest on it rather than the dirty floor, leaving her in a pair of panties matching the white bralette.

lucy’s body shudders as you kiss back up the expanse of her legs, the muscles in her thighs tensing. obviously, you don’t stop there: you crawl up further and further until you’re almost at the apex, reaching for the waistline of the underwear and-

her legs clamp together suddenly, forcing you back.

“what-“ lucy stammers, unsure. “what are you doing?”

“i was gonna-“ you lick your lips, dropping your hands to her hips. of course lucy has no idea what you were going to do. “can i-“ you consider your words, unsure how to explain it so she’ll understand. “-put my mouth there?”

lucy’s eyes widen. “you want to-”

“please,” you whisper. “please, can i eat you out?”

lucy -her own want betraying her- whines, her hips jerking towards your mouth. from here, between her legs, you can see the wet patch of arousal that has soaked through her underwear.

“okay,” she pants, nodding frantically. “okay, yes. please!”

immediately, you reach out, hook your fingers underneath them and pull the panties down her thighs. you take your time making sure to securely place them in one of the suit’s pockets so they won’t get dirty, before finally turning your gaze back to lucy, who’s waiting in anticipation.

she lets you take in the sight with a nervous look on her face, biting the side of her index.

your fingertips absentmindedly trace the skin, watching the way lucy’s body parts for you. she is beautiful, endlessly beautiful, glistening with arousal, and framed by coarse hair.

“i’m sorry, i should’ve-“ she begins, but you immediately hush her.

“you’re beautiful,”

lucy inhales breathlessly, her fingers forming a v-shape and spreading herself open for you to see.

“fuck-“ you mutter under your breath. lucy’s clit is throbbing.

slowly, you make your way up her thigh. in response, lucy buries her fingers in your hair, sighs softly as she invites you in, and spreads her legs wider.

you nudge her skin with your nose, nipping on the tender flesh.

the first time you put your mouth on lucy, her legs close around your head. her jaw goes slack and her brows furrow in concentration, adjusting to the new sensation.

you start with featherlight kisses to her swollen clit, each making her buck her hips against your face.

“o-oh!” lucy stammers from above, looking almost confused, surprised by how good your lips feel as they brush over her. “that feels so good,” she breathes finally, her body rolling down against your tongue.

“yeah?” you murmur, soothingly wrapping your arms around her thighs to hold her open as you circle her clit with the tip of your tongue.

“mhm,” lucy nods, but it comes out more like a whine at a particular good press of your lips. just as lucy buries her fingers in your hair, seemingly wanting to push you closer, you push her apart and lick a broad stroke right through her, getting your first actual taste.

instinctively, your eyes roll back, the lewd moan that rips from your throat drowned out by her skin.

“g-god-“ she stutters. “that’s- ah- good.”

unbeknownst to lucy, the sweet praise goes straight to your center. if you had a pillow, or anything useful around, you’d shove it between your legs and grind on it while you eat her out.

but, regardless of your own lack of relief, her words encourage you to lick deeper, to move faster inside of her and show her all that she’s been missing out on. you alternate between fucking your tongue into her, and wrapping your lips around her clit to suck on it, all while lucy pulls your closer, guiding your tongue to where she needs it the most.

you gladly let her, ignoring the occasional sting of your scalp at sharper tugs.

for a while, you eat lucy out like that, getting lost in each of her desperate attempts to stifle her sighs and her taste in your mouth. her words have morphed into muffled babbles above you, incoherent sounds of pleasure.

it doesn’t take long at all until she is getting closer: her head has lulled back against her bag, her moans come out more ragged and breathless, and the leg she has thrown over your shoulder trembles with tension as she pushes her heel down on your spine to urge you closer.

instead of teasing lucy, you go right for it.

your lips close around her clit again, just as two of your fingers sink into her. squirming above you, lucy mindlessly grinds her hips to your face, aching for that release. she chants little ‘ah, ah, ah’ sounds, her cunt tightening around your fingers so much it’s hard for you to thrust them in and out of her.

both your nose and your chin are covered in lucy’s wetness, glistening in the dimly lit space as her hands curl to fists in your hair.

“i feel…” she begins, trailing off. you’re not sure she knows what she’s feeling. or maybe she’s in disbelief because you only have your hands and mouth to use on her and still it’s enough.

either way, you encourage her, putting your thumb in place of your lips, rubbing her clit with the wet pad of your finger to keep her on the edge. “that’s it,” you mumble.

lucy chokes on her noise of approval and just nods her head instead. “yes,” she whispers, over and over, like a prayer. “yes, yes, yes! i’m gonna-“

that’s all of a warning you get before her whole body tenses. her lips are parted in a silent scream, her hips jerk forward once more before it all comes crashing down on lucy. the sound she makes is somewhat between a cry and a moan of your name and she arches her back from the ground when she cums.

you manage to tear your gaze away from her convulsing cunt to catch a glimpse of her, so lost in the haze of her pleasure: lucy’s eyes are shut tightly, her head thrown back so much that the entire expanse of her neck is on display for you.

her walls tighten around your fingers, trying to suck you in deeper, to keep you in place while she trembles with the force of the orgasm she’s riding out on you.

only when her body has stopped shaking, you lean back, not wanting to push her too far. she’s already given you more than enough.

“phew,” lucy says once she’s caught her breath. it’s so ridiculously lucy you have to bite back a laugh. “is it- is it always like this?” she asks by the time you’ve crawled back up her body and slumped down by her side.

you reach for her, not even thinking about it properly until you’re already cradling her face, your thumb grazing over her jaw soothingly. lucy doesn’t seem to mind.

“no,” you manage quietly, taking in her features in the dark. “no, it’s never been like this.”

luct turns her head to look at you, her expression open. she’s still flushed, her hair mussed, her lips kiss-swollen, and she’s smiling.

“i liked it,” she says, voice hushed. then, as if realizing how simple that sounds, she rushes to clarify: “not just because of- well, you know…but because it was you!”

you swallow hard, caught off guard by the sincerity in her voice. “yeah?”

lucy nods, shifting so she’s curled against your side, her fingers idly tracing patterns against your arm. “yeah.” a beat passes, then: “i think i wanna do that again. like…a lot.”

you laugh outright at that, tilting your head to press a kiss to her temple. “you really are something else, maclean.”

she hums, pleased, before shifting closer, tucking herself against you like she belongs there. you don’t realize how quiet it’s gotten until lucy is fast asleep in your arms.

[torubeth]

hot heartline

devices do have the tendency to make you lose track of time, and that’s exactly why you were shocked when the clock on the wall read 2:21 am.

it was a friday night, or well, wee hours of a saturday morning to be precise and you were tired, exhausted even. but for the love of god, you couldn’t go to sleep.

it just wasn’t your night today. you tried everything; changing positions to get into a comfortable one, pulling up the covers for when it’s gets too cold or completely shrugging it off when it gets too hot too quick.

you didn’t know what your brain wanted anymore, but you knew what your heart did.

suna rintarou.

would he even be awake ? considering the fact that the bed was his best friend and sleep came so naturally to him.

knowing him he’s probably dead asleep and you definitely didn’t wanna ring him up just for cuddles.

so you just stayed put and stared hard at the clock, in hopes of it putting you to sleep.

it now read 3:27 am. you were more awake than ever and really angry. groaning, you threw the blanket off of you and grabbed your phone off the desk and opened the messages. as soon as you did, his chat box showed a clear ‘online’ status.

you : ‘rin why the fuck are you awake ????’

r : ‘to check whether you were awake or not :p’

you : ‘that makes no sense, what’re you getting at ?’

r : ‘open the door dummy, i’m outside’

you didn’t need further context. you ran out the room and to your main door. swinging it open to the point where it banged hard against the wall, you were now face to face with your boyfriend.

“that’s a lot of teeth welcoming someone into your house at 3am” he grinned, pointing at your big smile.

immediately you lunged at him and buried your face into his neck.

“yeah yeah i don’t care, go ahead and make fun of me. i’m just happy you’re here” you snuggled further.

a hum was all you got in response.

that’s when it hit you “how did you know i was in dire need of my boyfriend ?” you questioned and pulled away to examine his face, which now displayed a full on shit eating smirk.

“i just do because this and this are needy at the same time” he pointed to yours and his heart.

you playfully smacked his chest “ugh you’re too cheesy so early in the morning” you smiled, knowing all too well that he was right.

[annesstardustchords]

You Look So Perfect - Marc Spector X Reader

Request from @simpforbritgents : "I’m convinced that Marc would love and not be able to help fucking you (respectfully ofc) when you steal his clothes bc it’s all oversized on you and he knows you love wearing his clothes."

I'm OBSESSED with this idea so ofc I had to make it filthy :)))

CW: Smut under the cut, weed usage, alcohol consumption, oral (f receiving), fingering, light choking, praise kink, size kink, reader is referred to as "girl" - ie, "pretty girl", "sweet girl", "good girl", etc.

(lmk if I missed anything!)

Playlist: Salt and The Sea - The Lumineers, Mistakes - Sharon Van Etten, Come Here - Dominic Fike, Baby - Born Without Bones

Every reblog and like is appreciated - thank you all for the love on my first fic <3

Your boyfriend, Marc, wasn't home. He'd been gone since early in the morning, out chasing scarabs and such; this was pretty normal for him, and for you. He was rarely around during the days lately. You missed him. God, did you fucking miss him. Any time he was away, it was like he took your heart with him. Tonight wasn't any different, and you needed him. To have his arms wrapped around your waist, to take in his scent, to listen to his breathing as his chest moved beneath the rest of your head; just to be in the same fucking room for once. Even seeing him from a distance would suffice at this point.

You weren't sure what had you so worked up. Sure, you missed Marc, but you miss Marc every time he's gone, so what made today any different?

Regardless, you figured that sitting around and moping wouldn't fix the ache in your chest for him, or the flush in your cheeks from the tingling in your lower belly, or the stupid aphrodisiac effect that wine had on you (and you had drank about a half a bottle on your own,) so you decided to just go to bed and hope he's there when you wake up in the morning.

But that didn't work either.

An hour had passed, and you are still wide awake. With an annoyed groan, you sit up and grumpily make your way into the kitchen, bare feet shocking your system at the coolness of the tile beneath you. You shiver as you grab your box of joints from the cabinet, rubbing the goosebumps on your arms as you make your way back to your bedroom. You open the window and place the ashtray on the sill, reaching behind you to pick up Marc's sweater up off the couch, slipping it on as you climb out the window onto the fire escape, grabbing a joint from the box still sitting on the windowsill as you do so.

You let yourself drown in his massive sweater whilst you light the joint, the freezing cold air hitting you hard. You take a hit, holding the smoke deep in your lungs with a massive inhale, the scent of Marc hitting your nose as you do so. You exhale, and bury your nose into the neckline of his hoodie, taking in as much of his cologne as you can.

You stay sat on the fire escape for 15 minutes, smoking the entirety of the joint and longing for Marc; the soft hums of muffled indie playing throughout your apartment as your high fully hits. You shuffle back inside, closing the window behind you and dropping the box and ashtray to your side table with a clunk as you fall into your bed.

You leave the music on, fully basking in the size of Marc's hoodie, rolling around in it as if you were in a music video. You knew it was the weed talking, but it almost -almost- felt like he was holding you; his aroma surrounding you in a fog-like hug as you lazily hummed along to the song playing, giggling at nothing in particular. 

You kicked off your sweatpants and stood up, bouncing around to the music as you filled your glass with more wine (not that you needed it,) and swayed around to the beat in some pitiful attempt to tire yourself out.

You weren’t sure how long he’d been watching but as you opened your eyes and swirled around, your red eyes met Marc's dark ones. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he smiles. 

“Marc!” You squeal, running over to him and practically chucking yourself into his strong arms.

"I missed you so fucking much," he murmurs into your hair, the rasp in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Are you really here?" you whisper, holding onto him as if your life depended on it.

"Yeah, pretty girl," he chuckles, "I'm right here."

"I missed you so much. Had to smoke a whole J on my own to get you outta my head," you joke, poking at his ribs, "It didn't work, though."

"I'm sorry I was gone for so long," he sighs, pulling away from you and tossing his bag onto his floor, "But I-"

He pauses for a little too long, looking at you up and down like a man starved.

"But you...?" you prompt, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"Nothing, I- it doesn't matter. You... Fuck- You look really fucking good in my sweater, baby," he groans, grabbing you by the waist.

"Oh?" you giggle, "You like it when I wear you clothes, hm?"

"Fuck, I really do. Lets me know you're mine," he whispers, swooping his head down to place a passionate kiss to your lips, "But as much as I like it on you, I think I'd prefer it off."

You blush and step back, slowly removing the sweater from yourself to reveal your bare chest and pink panties.

"Better?" you sheepishly ask, biting your lip as you smile.

"Much better," he sighs, taking a step towards you and pulling you toward him again, "God, I gotta taste you, pretty girl. Can I please, please taste you?"

"Please, Marc," you whimper as he places gentle kisses to your neck, the various substances coursing through your blood stream causing every little touch to set your skin on fire.

"C'mon, princess," he grunts as he picks you up bridal-style, carrying you back to your bed as you giggle and nip at his collar bones.

You cherished that small moment; having his tall, strong figure encapsulating your petite one in comparison to his. It made you feel safe - protected, like nothing could hurt you.

He gently places you onto the mattress, and in what feels like the same motion, grabs your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed.

"Gonna make you feel good, sweetheart. Been away so long, I gotta reward you for being so patient," he smirks as peppers kisses from your sternum down to your belly button.

"Please make me feel good, Marc. Missed you bad," you murmur, trying to restrain from begging him even though that's all you wanted to do. You'd get on your knees and fucking beg - that's how much you needed him.

He smiles and runs a finger over your clothed cunt, causing you to take a sharp breath. He tucks a finger under the waistband of your panties and pulls them down in the same motion, chucking them somewhere behind him.

"God, you're fucking perfect," he whispers, admiring the sight in front of him.

Meanwhile, you were admiring the sight below you.

He looked so fucking good. His big, lustful eyes gazed upon you like it was the first time he'd seen you naked. He was him, and you were you, but it was like it was the first time all over again.

"Marc," you whined, wriggling under the hold he had on your hips.

"What do you need, princess?" he asks, cocking his head to the side with a joking intonation in his voice.

"Please, just fucking touch me," you finally beg.

He smiles then, ducking his head between your thighs, placing a kiss to each inner thigh before kitten licking a single stripe through your folds. You moan and let your head fall back at the sudden relief.

He nips at your clit as he lets his hand explore your chest, tweaking your nipple as his fingers trace across it. The simple action feels like fireworks across your body, setting you on fire.

"You taste so good, sweet girl," Marc groans, licking his lips.

He dips his finger into your entrance, gathering your arousal on his thumb and raising his hand to your mouth.

"Open, baby," he says, swiping across your bottom lip. You do as he says, opening your mouth and taking his thumb onto your tongue, tasting yourself on him. You suck ever so slightly, though it's enough to send Marc into a crazed hunger. He fully attaches his lips to your clit, licking and sucking as he enters a finger into your hole, hooking it right where you needed him to.

"Oh my God, Marc... Fuck- Feels so fucking good," you moan, your head lulling to the side as he eats you out like he'll never touch you again.

"That's it, baby," he praises as you moan; something he'd do every so often as an act of incentive; of devotion, "Take what you need."

At that, you let your hips snap up, your clit bumping his nose with a strangled moan from you as Marc's hand makes its way up your stomach, grabbing at the flesh of your hips to keep you in place - just enough, though, that he'd still have control over you.

"Fuck, Marc... Need you," you whine, rolling your hips against him.

"You have me, sweetheart," he chuckles, the vibrations from the wonderous melody of his laugh like electricity against your aching core.

"Mh-mh," you moan, shaking your head, "Wanna fuck you."

"Oh, really?" he chuckles, ceasing his actions on your clit much to your dismay. He climbs on top of you, holding himself just inches from your face. He places a delicate kiss to your lips, but you're having none of it- pulling his lips to yours like they're your only source of oxygen. Passionate; all the yearning for him pouring out of your lips onto his.

"Please? I've been such a good girl for you- waited so long for you to come home... Didn't even touch myself," you mutter between kisses.

"Oh, fuck, y/n. You can't say shit like that," he groans as you feel him grow insatiably hard against your thigh.

"Can't help it," you groan, rutting your hips into him, "I need you to know how you make me feel."

"I'm boutta make you feel a whole lot better, dollface," he smirks.

To Be Continued...

[ur-ghost-gf]

holy shit i haven’t written anything in literal years but i miss it more and more every day so take this i guess

please forgive me if this is bad or if anyone is out of character or if my grammar is weird, thank you <3

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harry vanderspeigle x reader (18+)

(resident alien)

summary: you wake from a restless sleep to harry pounding on your door. he’s desperate to hide from the government and is willing to employ some interesting tactics to try and blend in.

warnings: almost smut, language, harry being being harry, naked cuddles

word count: ~1.6k

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The sun made a rare appearance from beyond the thick winter clouds above the small town of Patience. Birds fluttered about in the trees outside your bedroom window, their joyful chirps stirring you from your already restless sleep. You lifted a hand to your face and harshly rubbed your tired eyes. Yawning as you blinked awake, your gaze hit the ceiling fan that quietly spun above your bed. The blades were coated with a thin layer of dust. You hadn’t exactly been up to menial tasks in the past few weeks.

Not since Sam died.

Taking a deep breath, you blindly reached for your phone amongst the thick blankets. It felt like you had been tossing and turning for days. You finally grabbed your phone and mentally braced yourself for the ungodly hour.

7:16. AM.

Good god… I’m gonna die of old age before I manage to sleep again…

You threw your phone back into the bed and let out a frustrated groan. Grabbing the blanket, you rolled over and forcefully squeezed your eyes shut.

Come on, come onnn… What is wrong with you? Sam is gone and you not sleeping isn’t going to help. And you know Asta and Harry would never let anything happen to you. Everything is fine.

You let out a deep breath, your muscles relaxing and your mind starting to settle. The warmth of your blankets paired with the space heater on your nightstand finally began to lull you to sleep.

Until a series of loud bangs rattled your front door.

Your eyes shot open as you sat up. Another series of loud bangs shook your small cabin, your heart starting to race and your chest tightening with fear. What the hell? Your eyes stayed trained on your bedroom door as you blindly searched for your phone yet again. Just as your thumb found the power button, ready to click it rapidly to initiate a call for the police, a faint yell from outside made you freeze.

“(Y/n)..! Are you home, I need you to be home..!”

Was that… Harry? You sat still for a long moment before finally willing yourself to stand. Grabbing your robe from the floor, you hastily threw it on and rushed to the front door. Harry began pounding at it once again, and you had to wait for him to stop to finally open the door. You squinted as the bright light of the morning sun engulfed you. Harry looked panicked, almost frightened, as he stole a quick glance behind him.

“Oh (y/n) thank goodness you are home, I… am in some trouble.”

You rubbed your eyes in an attempt to adjust them to the light, confusion replacing the fear that had been so heavy in your chest.

“Trouble..? What do you mean trouble? Harry, it’s seven in the morning, I-“

“Please! We are running out of time, they will be here soon…”

He looked at you earnestly, something about his expression making you realize this may be more serious than it seemed.

“I need to hide. They only followed me here, they are unaware that you are my friend.”

Your heart fluttered as you mindlessly stepped aside to let him in, a sweet smile pulling at your lips. Harry rushed past you without a second glance. You simply watched him go.

We’re friends..?

Harry began to wander around your cabin, lifting random things and opening random drawers and cabinets. You silently followed him for a moment before the cold floors on your bare feet began to sting.

“Um… Harry?”

The man paused, holding one of your couch cushions. He simply stared at you expectantly. It made you oddly nervous.

“Do I… Uh… Do you got this? Like, do I need to be awake for this?”

He seemed to ponder your question before putting your couch cushion back into place.

“I suppose not. I am simply hiding from the government. You do not need to be involved.”

You opened your mouth to respond, though you were left speechless. Deciding it would take far too much energy to ask questions, you simply nodded and returned to your bedroom. You climbed back into bed, pulling the blankets up to your chin and tucking them around you. Your eyes fell shut, though your thoughts raced faster than ever.

What the hell is going on? Why would the government be after Harry? Is he a criminal? No, there’s no way. He would never. Also, it doesn’t matter. Friends don’t question friends. And Harry is my friend.

A shiver ran the length of your spine.

Harry is my… friend… Oh my god was Asta right? Do I like Harry?!

You gasped and jumped up as your bedroom door burst open. Harry rushed inside and slammed it behind him, momentarily struggling with the lock. He was rambling before you could compose yourself enough to speak.

“They are here, the government is here! They will try anything to get me. I can no longer hide. I must…”

He looked at where you were sitting in your bed. You could practically see the gears in his mind turning.

“Blend in… Yes! I am the husband and…”

Your eyes widened as he began to unbuckle his belt.

“Harry..?”

He practically ripped his shoes and jeans off, pulling his jacket and shirt off along with them as he climbed into the bed. You squealed as his hands found the tie to your robe.

“And you are the wife! And we…”

Your skin burned like hellfire as his large hands skimmed your sides. Something about him had you paralyzed. You could merely stutter as Harry pulled off your top, exposing your chest to the cold morning air. He was momentarily mesmerized at how quickly your nipples hardened and how your face flushed. However, there was no time. He subdued his urge to grope at your tender flesh and instead pushed you flat onto your back. Your eyes were the size of dinner plates as you watched him pull down your sleep shorts. You were completely exposed.

“H-Harry..?”

Your trembling whisper fell on deaf ears as he pulled the blanket over his back and moved to climb on top of you. Your heart stopped at the feeling of his unexpectedly hard cock pressing against your thigh. Harry simply offered you a proud smirk.

“We will have sex. It is the perfect way to blend in! They will never see it coming, they will be like ‘wow that is just a husband and a wife having sex and they are-‘“

The feeling of Harry’s fingers tracing down your thighs seemed to jolt you back to reality.

“No, no, no Harry wait!!”

He immediately froze at your refusal, almost seeming confused. You gripped his wrists with shaking hands, attempting to choose your words carefully as you searched his blue eyes.

“What if… Instead w-we… Maybe just… cuddle? Naked? Then they might think we were… you know… Before they got here..?”

Harry contemplated your idea for a long moment. Your grip on his wrists loosened as he chuckled awkwardly and moved to lay beside you.

“Ha ha! You are so smart and they are so stupid (y/n)!”

He outstretched his arms and gestured for you to come closer. You relaxed and let out a breathy laugh.

“Thanks Harry.”

Hesitating for the slightest second, you crawled into Harry’s arms and let him pull you against him. His skin was hot, almost concerningly so, but it practically beckoned you to get closer. Your limbs entangled together, your head resting against Harry’s chest. His heart thumped erratically against your cheek.

“That is why you are my friend.”

You laid still for a long moment before lifting your head. Harry met your gaze curiously.

“I… I like being your friend, Harry…”

He simply smiled, his lack of response or reaction making you grab his chin sternly.

“No, Harry. I mean I… really like being your friend…”

His eyes widened as your gaze fell to his lips. Your thumb grazed his cheek lazily, and Harry found himself compelled to pull you into a feverish kiss. His hands fell to your waist, making you squeak as he moved to pull you on top of him. Pulling away for just a moment, he rested his forehead against yours and took a ragged breath.

“I… really like being your friend as well, (y/n)…”

You smiled, biting your lip as you glanced towards your bedroom window.

“Ya know…”

You turned back to Harry with a devious smirk, your hands falling to his chest.

“I would really hate for you to… not blend in…”

He shared your glance towards the window before nodding promptly.

“That is a good idea. You are a very smart and loyal human.”

You simply blinked at him.

Human? Is this some weird god complex type thing?

Harry pulled you closer and captured your lips with his once again. This kiss felt slower and more passionate. You found yourself melting into his touch.

Ah what the hell, I can be into it…

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Lisa sighed as she tossed away the binoculars she was using. David frantically tapped away at his laptop from across the van.

“I’m telling you, this has to be it! That signal is supposed to lead us right to him!”

Lisa shook her head. Her annoyance was about to get the best of her.

“I’m telling you that can’t be him.”

David looked up at her, confused. She scoffed and got up to situate herself back in the driver’s seat of the RV.

“Aliens don’t have sex. Dumbass.”

[graciegoeskrazy]

figure my heart out | PART 2

Matty Healy + Queer!Teen!Daughter!reader

warnings: coming out, language

a/n: you didn’t really think i’d leave u on read did you? cmon u know me better than that. in all honesty i didnt mean to split it into 2 parts but i just loved what i had written and wanted to get it out there asap. my bad whoopsies. AT LEAST I DIDNT LEAVE YALL HANGING FOR LONG RIGHT. i’m sorry for all the pain i caused. xoxo. ALSO THANK YOUNFOR ALL THE IIND COMMENTS AND LOVE U GUYS MAKE MY FUCKING DAY LIKE LITTERSLY MY DAD WAS SO SHIT IMAND YOU GUYS TURNED IT AROUND WITH UR REQUESTS AND COMMENTS I LOVENUUUUHU OKAY enjoy 😚

An hour had passed. No one had gone to bed or left including your aunt and uncles because they all were too worried about you. They tried to convince your father to follow you upstairs before things worsened, but he couldn't move. This was a life-changing moment for crying out loud, and he was the one who ruined it. He couldn’t get that out of his head. After a while of going back and forth with each other, Everyone had enough of your father’s bullshit and decided to get involved. George and Ross took it upon themselves to head up to your room. They weren't even sure if you were awake in the first place, but the faint music of Olivia Rodrigo’s Sour album was playing the the background which was a telltale sign you were awake. Awake, and not doing well. It was nearing 3 in the morning but on weekends like this, sleep didn’t exist in the Healy and company household. People were up and awake or blasting music or just doing things you would normally do when the sun is up, so everyone staying up and having an intervention of sorts was a normal thing. (Which makes you wonder why your curfew was 11 pm in the fucking first place) That’s another reason why George and Ross had no problem with knocking on your door. “Bubs? You in there?” George knew the answer. They both did, but they didn’t know how to start the conversation. You had just sent a goodnight text to your girlfriend. As soon as you got upstairs a while ago, you texted her saying that you needed to talk. Not even a full minute later she answered the phone and you told her everything. After getting you to calm down and promising you everything would be alright, she suggested that you get some rest, and that’s what you planned to do. Until your uncles knocked on your door.

“Bubs it's Me and Tallie. We need you to open up.”

You were so tired. You didn't want to deal with them or anyone. You just wanted sleep. So you didn’t answer. After a moment, Ross spoke. “Love, open the door, please. We just want to help you.” He gave a glance towards George when you didn’t reply. “Bubs, we love you. We only want to help. What your dad did was unfair, we know that, and we just want to stop it from getting worse.”

Ross added on, “We love you, y/n. It doesn't change how we feel about you. You’re still our baby and we still love you. Let us in, please.”

After thinking about it and coming to the conclusion of what more could go wrong you reached up from where you were sitting on the ground near the door, and let them in. Still not saying another word.

George found you first. He knelt in front of you and did some of the breathing exercises he taught you. Eventually, he helped you up onto the bed where Ross sat and you just fell into him. You cried into his chest as George closed the door and went around to the other side of the bed.

“You feeling better?” You nodded. Ross pressed a kiss to your head. “Good.” He said.

George scooted closer and smiled. ‘So…June, huh?”

Ross smiled and you cringed, “Oh my god, shut up.”

“What?! I’m not judging. I like vaginas too.”

At this point, Ross was a pool of laughter and as much as you hate to admit it you laughed a bit too.

“Oh my- just get out.” You said, cracking a smile.

“You gonna be okay?” Ross asked.

You solemnly nodded. “Yeah, I’m just gonna go to bed and see what happens tomorrow.”

George smiled, “One day at a time.”

You nodded.

They both pressed kisses to your head like they have done since you were little, and left the room, silently, closing the door.

…

The next morning, after some very much-needed rest, you woke up to the sun coming through your window. You sat there for a while, wishing it was still night and wishing June was right there with you. After a minute of snapping back to reality, there was a silent knock at the door. Matty peaked his head in and his eyes found yours. He was still in last night’s clothes, dress pants and all. “I’m sorry- did I wake you-”

“No. It’s fine I’ve been up.”

He just nodded. He cleared his throat before continuing. “Can I come in?” You didn’t expect this conversation to happen this early but it was clear that he got no sleep and had been preparing himself all night. You nodded. He came in and shut the door and sat on the edge of your bed. You lay back, resting against the headboard. He couldn’t meet your eyes, but finally did when he said, “I’m sorry.”

You showed a slight tight-lip smile.“I know.” You said.

He looked away again and sighed. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this, I just…”

“For what to happen?”

“You coming out.”

Your head tilted in confusion, “Wait- you knew this would happen?”

He shrugged as if it was nothing. “Well, not this but yeah, love.”

You crawled forward and sat next to him by the edge of your bed. “Are you kidding?” You yelled.

“No. I’ve known you liked boys and girls since you were in primary school.”

This bitch. You stood up with wide eyes and stared at your dad. “You knew I liked both!?!”

He smiled. “Remember the first time you got drunk at a party?”

“No?”

“Exactly. You came home super drunk from June’s house and while I was helping you sober up and get ready for bed you told me you had a crush on June. That you liked her and wanted to marry her.” He smiled at the thought.

You were shocked to say the least. “Wh-why didn’t you say anything? Or yell at me for being drunk!”

“Because you’re a teenager. I wanted you to have fun.”

You rolled your eyes and sat back down, of COURSE he knew I was queer of course. Sometimes I wish he didn’t know me this fucking well. “Oh my gosh.”

“You thought I believed you were going to ‘study sessions’? I’m not dumb, love. I used to make the same excuses. Plus, I didn't think I’d have to worry about teen pregnancy if you were having sex with a girl.”

“Dad!” You said, slapping his arm.

“Sorry.” You covered your eyes in embarrassment and shock.

“I wanted you to live your life. And figure out who you are before you tell me anything. I wanted you to feel comfortable coming to me and trust me.”

You sat up. “I’ve always trusted you. It’s just June isn’t exactly out yet to her family so it’s comp-“

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He said, smiling, and putting a hand on your knee.

“I’m sorry, I yelled,” he said.

“You don’t have to be sorry. I’m sorry I lied and stayed past curfew.”

“It’s alright.” He said, patting your knee.

He looked at you and took your face in his hands. “I love you. No matter who you love.”

You smiled “I love you most.”

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Hewo again! I love the way you write Bo! Could I have some angst with him like s/o is really sick/bad fever and Bo is super worried? Because of how sick s/o is, they sleep a lot and wakes up once or twice for medication and water. One day, s/o doesn’t wake up and sleeps all day, and it scares Bo half to death. He stays by their bedside, holding their hand, maybe cuddle, refusing to sleep/eat for a while until s/o wakes up, or until Lester takes his place for Bo to work and take care of himself. When Bo is alone in the garage, he ends up getting upset and throws/breaks things— he’s angry that s/o won’t wake up but he’s more angry that he didn’t take care of them when he first noticed s/o getting sick a couple days before all of this.

Yes! I’m gonna do a happy ending though cause yeah :3 but angsty too obviously

In Sickness and in Health: Bo Sinclair x sick!reader

Masterlist

A/N: sorry it’s short I’m still not used to writing angst, was happy I got this request so I could practice!

Warnings: Angst, Bo freak out,

You’d been in bed for days, you didn’t do much. Ate soup, went pee, slept. You showered once in the last few days, and your fever didn’t go down a bit. You’d told Bo you easily got sick and took a lot more time to recover unlike other people. This was due to your low immune system.

Of course Bo didn’t have a clear understanding of your situation until now. He’d been at your side to help with everything. If he couldn’t be there for some reason, Lester was there.

Bo lays next to your sleeping form. He sighs and buries his face into your neck and cuddles into you. Your breathing is soft. You didn’t wake up at the same time you usually did, Bo tried to carefully wake you but he couldn’t go any farther than a nudge, barely even raised his voice. He was worried but you looked peaceful. Your soft breathing pulls him into a sleep.

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Bo wakes hours later, you still haven’t moved from your spot and Bo’s stomach drops a bit. It’s 6 pm, you haven’t gotten up to even pee yet. He pushes you slightly, but all you do is mumble and curl up. He frowns and gets up to make soup for you.

-

It’s been two days. You haven’t gotten up but your fever did break.

Bo’s been in the shop distracting himself while Lester watches over you. He fumbled with a screw driver and while trying to catch it Bo smacks his hand onto the engine of the car.

“FUCK!” He backs up and slams the hood of the car shut. He growls pushes his tool box to the floor. “Goddamnit. I’m so fucking stupid! Should’ve been better to you. You’re sick and I can’t fucking do this! Can’t live without you! I want you to feel better! I haven’t been able to function or anything. What the hell did you do to me?!” He takes the screw driver and throws it against the window, it shatters and Bo’s knees buckle.

“God, why am I attached to you? I can’t do shit without you here. Without you I’m fucking nothing I’m a goddamn mess. It’s been almost a week. I finally do some shit on my own and I can’t. I can’t go back to the way things were. I need you to get fucking better or I’m gonna lose it.” Bo mumbles. A tear falls down his face, his breath shakes, angrily he rubs his eyes causing stars to cross them. He slams his fist into the ground and lays there.

-

Your eyes flutter open, you’re groggy but are starting to feel better. “Bo?” You run your eyes to get the boogers out. He’s not there. You shrug and get yourself up from bed. You pee and walk downstairs to get some food. You grab crackers and soup and start to eat quickly.

It’s hours before Bo is back home. You took another shower and laid back down. Decided to turn on the radio to soft music and play it.

Bo walks upstairs and comes across you laying down, eyes open, wide open. Not even tired. He jumps into bed and squeezes you. You hack trying to cover your face.

“You’re awake! Holy shit!” Bo kisses you all over and you furrow your brows and laugh.

“Yeah, I told you what happens when I get sick silly. Need to rest for awhile.”

Bo looks at you and frowns.

“I-I know but you’ve been sick for a week and it worried me. A lot. You didn’t wake up for two days and it scared the hell outta me… I didn’t think you’d ever wake up.”

You chuckle and shake your head. “Oh hun, I’ll always end up waking back up. For you okay?”

“Okay…”

You cuddle into Bo and hum.

“God I’m so happy I can finally sweat this shit out. I hate being so sick.”

“I hate you being sick too.”

[itsdelilah123]

WINE STAINS

Nigel Colbie x Alex Forbes one-shot

prologue: Alex has been coming home later and later from his shifts at the bar and Nigel isn’t sure what to think, so one day he waits late into the morning for Alex to ask him about his “late shifts” at work.

🍷

(Side eye)

Alex’s pov:

I’m wiping down the countertop of the bar I work at thinking about how ready I am to get home. I’ve been taking overtime shifts to save up extra cash for the past 3 months for me and Nigel’s 3rd anniversary. I’m going to propose to him tomorrow morning, I got it all planned out. the ring I got him isn’t anything special but it’s enough (hopefully) I’ve also got a week-long trip to Rome Italy planned out, I know he always wanted to go there. I feel bad for always being at work but I’m praying to god that the proposal will make things better.

Third-person pov:

Alex finishes up cleaning with a slight smile on his face thinking about how Nigel was worth being sleep deprived and overworked. Alex gets paid a decent salary enough to pay for his and Nigel’s small apartment and everything they need, just not enough to get up and leave whenever they want. this has put a strain on their relationship but he knows they can get through it. Nigel will understand and get over it.

…

“ALRIGHT AMY IM HEADING OUT”

Alex yells to his coworker, Amy. She is one of the few people who he actually considers a friend, she’s even helped Alex plan out this whole proposal.

“OK DOLLOP HEAD” (Merlin reference😉)

Amy shouts back, Alex smiles after hearing her and nearly drops his car key trying to take them out of his pocket and unlock his car. he sighs and relaxes into the driver seat leaning his head back and trying to imagine Nigel’s reaction, yes they’ve been together for 3 years but he’s still scared of the possibility of Nigel saying no.

Alex shakes his body trying to push away those heart-aching thoughts and pulls off ready to go home.

Nigel’s pov:

For the past three months, Alex has been working “overtime” and he’s never home. His work has consumed him. His whole routine is work, home, and sleep. I don’t ever see him awake anymore, When I do cross paths with him it is very rare, I’m either waking up and he’s sleeping or I’m waking up when he’s just come back home. But today I’ve decided to wait up for him. I’m tired of trying to think of different explanations. He doesn’t need to work overtime it’s not like we need the money, I’ve checked our bank balance a few times and they haven’t changed. what reason does he have if he’s not profiting from anything? I don’t even get to have an explanation for any of this. it feels like he’s ignoring me trying to avoid me even. Every time I ask him about it or bring it up (when I get the rare chance of running into him when he’s not snoring) he gets defensive or says “his boss just needed an extra hand on shift”.

Third-person pov:

it’s been 3 hours since Nigel has decided he was going to wait up for Alex, he sat on their couch book in his lap and a glass of dark red wine resting on the coffee table next to him, it was getting late and Nigel didn’t know if he could stay up for any longer. It was currently 2:10 am and he got off work at 7:00 pm. Nigel started biting on his lip wondering if he should just go to sleep? he has work in the morning. Nigel furrows his brows gripping the cushions of the couch his knuckles turning white, he doesn’t understand why Alex couldn’t at least be home the night before their anniversary. Nigel wanted to see him before he had to go in for work the next day. Nigel lets out a sigh looking around and getting more anxious as thoughts run through his head. His eyes ended up landing on his glass of wine, he grabs the glass and slowly puts the rim up to his lips, he takes a deep breath before completely chugging the glass down, and wine drips down the sides of Nigel’s mouth dripping onto his (Alex’s) white shirt leaving small wine stains down the front of the shirt. Nigel pours himself another after another glass🍷.

…

Nigel is onto his 4th cup of wine but stops when someone abruptly grabs his wrist. he didn’t hear anything because he was completely zoned out (and tipsy)so he was shocked when he felt someone grabbing into him. Nigel choked on the wine coughing as the glass was being taken from his hand.

“Nigel, what are you doing up so late?”

Nigel looks up to see Alex staring at him confused and concerned.

“waiting for you ofc-of course”

Nigel says looking back into Alex’s eyes.

Alex’s pov:

I pull into the parking lot of our apartment building, I quickly rush out of my car into the small building to not freeze my ass off. I walk up 2 flights of stairs (we live on the second floor) I pull my keychain out from my pocket and unlock the door not expecting Nigel to be up but I’m taken it back when I walk into the apartment and see the dim glow of the living room light. Nigel probably just forgot to shut it off before going to bed- well that’s what I thought before I walk into the living to see Nigel chugging down a glass of wine. The shirt he’s wearing is covered with red stains, he had a blanket loosely covering his midriff, his hair was messy framing his face perfectly and his cheeks were a bright red compared to his fair skin— he looked beautiful.

I rushed over to him and grab his wrist pulling the drink away from his mouth before he could finish the glass.

“Nigel, what are you doing up so late?”

I ask him generally confused, he is always asleep by now.

“Waiting for you ofc-of course.”

“for me?”

I question not quite understanding from the lack of sleep. He looks away for a second but I grab his chin slowly pulling his head to face me.

“you stood up all this time waiting for me—why?” This idiot…

Third-person pov:

Nigel looks into Alex’s eyes and says “because you’re never here.” His eyes started to tear up (the alcohol making him more emotional).

“god Nigel…don’t cry, I’m sorry,” Alex whispers taking his thumb wiping away the stray tear that left Nigel’s eye, in this moment Alex takes in the boy in front of him studying his details closely. His eyes travel from his pitch black hair to his icy blue eyes onto his red chapped lips. Alex didn’t know what to do he’s never seen Nigel act this way before.

“Why are you always at work? Your keeping secrets…we agreed to always tell each other the truth!” Nigel says pushing away Alex’s hand wiping away his tears and looking back at Alex with a cold harsh stare. “Tell me…Alex, why? Did I do something wrong is it me…is it me Alex?” Nigel begs letting out a choked sob, his breathing quickened and his face went from relaxed to distressed. Alex's heart breaks in that moment. He never realized how much stress he’s put Nigel through, how could he let Nigel ever think that he did something that would make Alex want to ignore him?

“no. Nigel god no you didn’t do anything. Im so sorry…” Alex says almost whispering. “Let’s go to bed please I’ll explain to you in the morning...I’m exhausted and I’m sure you are too.”

Nigel finally looks into Alex’s sorrowful eyes and hesitantly agrees. Alex smiles softly and put his hands on Nigel’s face gently rubbing small circles into his cheeks with his thumbs. Alex sighs and leans down and places a soft kiss on Nigel’s lips, resting his head on Nigel’s shoulder raping his arms around his waist.

“let’s go to sleep I’ll explain everything in the morning.” Patting his side Alex slides his hands underneath Nigel’s thighs lifting him.

“Ok” Nigel whispers while he wraps his arms around Alex resting his head on his shoulder his eyes growing heavier by the second. Alex makes his way to their shared bedroom shutting off the living room light on the way. Alex places Nigel on the bed telling Nigel to “wait he will be back in a second” going to the closet changing from his outside clothes to a pair of sweatpants, he then goes back over to Nigel changing his stained shirt and replacing it with a clean one.

Alex lays down bringing Nigel close to himself and placing soft kisses on his face and neck before they finally went to sleep. 😍(finally) 

 

(Smoking hot lady 😍)

THE NEXT MORNING

Alex pov:

I woke up to the smell of coffee, I stretch and open my eyes to see Nigel gone from the bed. I throw the blanket off of myself and walk out into the small hallway and hear my name being said. “Alex?”

I blink a couple of times and see Nigel coming up to me with a mug in his hands. I smile walking over to him raping my arms around him in a bear hug. “Good morning handsome..” I say placing a kiss on his neck.

“happy anniversary,” I tell him pulling away from my hug and looking into his eyes. “I’m sorry for keeping secrets. I’m sorry for putting you under so much stress—“ I was cut off by Nigel giving me a slow and gentle kiss, he pulled away and said, “you're a dick, and a liar.” I smile and give him an Eskimo kiss. “Let me get your gift.” I peck his lips and walk back into our room pulling out a small black wooden box.

Nigel’s pov:

I woke up by the sun hitting my face I look at Alex peacefully sleeping next to me, I can’t entirely recall what happened yesterday but I do remember most of it. I sigh and get up walking into the living room looking at the mess I left.

I cleaned up the bottle of wine throwing it away while folding and putting the pillows and blankets back into their original spots. I stretched and walk back into the kitchen making myself a cup of coffee. I stood in the kitchen with my thoughts running freely inside my mind until I hear the old wooden floorboards of our apartment creek.

“Alex?” I say walking into our living room to see him standing in the middle of the hallway with his head hanging low. Once he heard me call out to him he lifts his head smiling while coming over to me, he raps me into a hug saying “good morning handsome..” and placing a kiss onto my neck. I shiver at the feeling of his lips on me.

I’m caught off guard when he says “happy anniversary.” He pulls away from our hug and looks into my eyes. Before I can say anything in return he follows up by saying “I’m sorry for keeping secrets. I’m sorry for putting you under so much stress—“ before he can finish his apology I kiss him It was simple and sweet.

“you’re a dick, and a liar,” I say after pulling away from the kiss. He smiles giving me an Eskimo kiss. “Let me get your gift.” He tells me pecking my lips before rushing off into our room.

third person pov:

Alex walks out of their room with a small black wooden box in his hands and visibly stressed.

“Nigel I know I haven’t been the best to you over the past few months but I hope this makes up for it because if it doesn’t all the time I’ve spent working would just be wasted and I don’t know if— let me just get straight to the point…Nigel I know I haven’t been the best I love you more than anything and I would love to be able to spend the rest of my life with you…” Alex gets down on one knee opening the box and finally ask the question he’s been wanting to ask for the longest.

“Will you marry me?”

Nigel stands there frozen. He’s lost for words he never thought Alex would propose. Meanwhile Alex is getting more and more nervous because Nigel still hasn’t said anything.

“Nigel..?” Alex questioned voice shaking. So many thoughts were running throughout his head, god this was a mistake he doesn’t want to marry your dumb ass, why would he u basically ignored him for 3 months. Alex tells himself breathing heavier and heavier by the second growing more stressed.

Nigel’s eyes start to water a little bit and he whispers “of course”

“What?” Alex questions desperate to know Nigel’s answer.

“I said of course.”

Alex sighs and stands up his whole body relaxing, he walks over to Nigel looking into his eyes and down at his hand before grabbing the other boy's hand and placing the ring onto it the latter doing the same. big smiles placed on their faces.

Alex places his forehead onto Nigel’s putting his arms around Nigel’s body hugging his now fiancé. Nigel does the same and says.

“happy anniversary”

they’re finally united as one guys

(y’all I half-assed the ending but tell me if u want a part.2 idk if I will make one but if this does ok I might. Sorry if this is bad as well I have written anything in a hot minute. And there are probably a lot of spelling errors) 

[nnothingnesss]

The Dark (Short Story)

Mani and Glam survive in a dystopian world where nobody know’s what happens in the dark.

I watched her paint. It made me feel wide awake in the middle of a long dream. It was nice. It's the first time I'd ever seen someone make real art before. I had read of painting from books about Salvador Dali but I'd never imagined I'd see it in person. I feel like a witness to some ancient skill from a dead civilization I'll have to testify against. She continues streaking the canvas with black acrylics banishing white from the piece forever. My imagination trails to a bustling museum full of people who came peacefully to revere someone like her.

Had anyone else seen her, she probably would've been taken to the local scavengers and never seen again. Watching her unleash a mad passion on that canvas makes me think she really doesn't care, that she'd leave a hole in between any pair of eyes that tried. And after she'd go right back to painting.

"You mean to tell me you can just shoot a handgun all day and come back here and make such delicate artwork? Like it's nothing?" I asked her

"Pretty much," she tells me.

"Here I was thinking I was crazy. I can't stop shaking,"

"You need to get used to it,"

"Not something I want to get used to."

I look back down at my hands and I've finally managed to calm down a little. Flashes of what happened earlier, the dark man, the forest, the sunsetting sky.

"Are you sure we're safe?" I begin to worry again.

"I promise. We've been here for almost six hours and nothing has happened right?"

"So you mean we can just stay here forever and we'll be fine?"

"Yeah, if you want to leave our stuff at the school and never see the others again, sure"

Worry. I'm a huge worrier. I worry constantly. I really can't stop it.

"I don't want to leave," I say. She stops to set down her brush. Her painting is more than halfway finished. Four more hours until sunrise.

"We talked about this, we'll leave once the sun starts coming up so we can see that thing if it tries to follow us, then we'll run back into the high school and grab the rest of our stuff and we'll head right back to the city."

"I know, god please, I'm just scared"

"If you ever freeze up like you did in that forest again and I'm not there, you'll die."

"I know,"

"If you do that in the school then I'll have to be the one to put you down. And I swear to god, Mani, if I have to be the one to put you down I will fucking kill you. This isn't your first rodeo, so don't go acting like a rookie."

"You're right. Sorry."

"It's okay. I know, that thing, it almost got to you. You don't have to talk about it with me just so you know."

"No it's fine, it's just..." a shiver travels down my spine “I don’t want to think about what that thing would do to us.”

Glam doesn't say anything, instead she picks her brush up and dips it in paint.

"I can't shake it.”

3 Hours Later

I can see the first orange ray peaking through the blinds. It lights up the dark and cold room, overcast with shadows and covered furniture. I can begin making out the features of Glam’s face as she sleeps on the hard floor. She found me after I ran away from..well..we can talk about that later.

I don’t think that there’s anything wrong with running. Our jobs were pretty much that at any given moment. Any one you met was running from something. Whether it be from the Dark or their past, it wasn’t hard to tell. We all have seen it, with our own eyes. I’m just happy all the innocent people who died in the first few nights never had to.

“Hey, Glam, the sun is up,”

Glam darts awake, startled and then relaxes. Reflex.

“God, I’m tired of these awful nightmares,”

“I know. Come on, let’s go,”

“Just give me a minute will you?”

We stand up from the corner of the room. We managed to run into this estate last minute, right before the sun began going down. I look down the room to find a way carefully through tarp covered furniture. Whoever lived here must’ve been incredibly rich. They must’ve also thought they’d be coming back. God were they wrong.

“I swear the God’s hate us,” I sigh.

I place a couple of rationed food on the table while Glam took her few minutes. A couple cans of peaches, homemade beef jerky, and water. That’s it. I open the yellow can of peaches with a small combat knife. I got it off a dead soldier on the way into the forest. This was my first time ever using it.

After I pour the peaches into a partially cleaned bowl, I begin to pick out debris and any occasional insect that might’ve found it’s way into the can. One of them had a bullet hole on the side of it. The kitchen was filled with them.

I’m not sure why life turned out like this. Why the Dark had to become violent. All I know is now, any humans left out there will kill you quicker than any Dark could if they know you’ve been outside all night. Glam would do it. And so would I.

“Mani,”

Last night, I was this fucking close. I was so close to getting caught by the Dark. The sky was mostly purple and I never ever look behind me when I’m running. But nobody know’s what the fuck happens in the dark.

“Mani,”

I looked behind me, to the opposite side of the sun, the darkness in all of the trees, there was no light. The thing had fucking horns for god’s sake, and it was moving towards me so fast I could see it shaking the trees. I could feel it was hungry. If any of them get close to you I am so sorry you have to die that painful and miserable death.

“Alright, Mani your just sitting there with your damn hand in the peach bowl, wake up”

Glam pulls my hand out of the bowl.

“Oh you’re up, feeling better?” she asks me.

“I’m feeling ready. Let’s just get this shit over with.”

“Yeah. I’m with you there,”

The school wasn’t far just a 20 minute walk. In broad daylight we were completely safe from those hideous creatures. Unfortunately it makes other survivors the little tree mongers.

I’ve ran into people who kidnap women and do the most terrible things. Their smiles leave the most insidious feeling behind in their words and conversation.

And more often then not, these interactions were unavoidable. If it weren’t for squatters and cargo movers keeping our sensitive karma in check, I wouldn’t be making money and they wouldn’t be jumping like kids.

We don’t need to get too explicit. Sometimes discernment is key. Intuit into everyone around us and if you smell smoke? Run. In these terrible times it was all about survival. Not who’s got cooler stories in the dark.

“You got everything?” Glam asks.

“Yeah, come on.” I throw my bag over my back and walk behind Glam through the front door.

[imkattymae]

Travel: Fighting jet lag.

If I look back at all the trips I’ve taken overseas, the only time I ever recall being excited is when I finally try to get to sleep the night before - I’m hopeless. It’s like my brain flicks on ‘stay awake’ mode just before I know I need to get to sleep because I have to wake up early for a flight. It’s both frustrating and very annoying! Not to mention that I’m worried about feeling jet lagged and really tired.

It’s funny; I can wake up early in the morning and be really tired but can still last the day without falling asleep.

I must say, I don’t think I’d never actually experience jet lag until I travelled on multiple flights last year over five months.

First... what is it?

Jet lag is medically referred to as desynchronises, it's a physiological condition which results from alterations to the body's circadian rhythms resulting from rapid long-distance trans meridian (east–west or west–east) travel on a jet airplane. (Wikipedia)

In regards to symptoms, apparently everyone reacts differently. If you are traveling look out for these:

Headaches, Fatigue, irregular sleeping patterns, insomnia, disorientation, mild depression

It’s said that jet lag isn’t caused by crossing the International Date Line or the length of the flight, its affected more when traveling across a number of time zones which your body clock is not in sync with, and the rhythms are different from your natural body pattern. It also depends on how quickly your body adjusts to these new schedules, so the fact that I’ve never felt like I have been affected may just be because my body adjusted quicker than most people – thank god! Sometimes I wonder if it’s more a state of mind than anything else, and people overthink it too much. But I agree with my friend, I think it’s all about common sense.

If you have experienced jet lag before and often do, here are some tips that I have found from fellow traveler blogs and friends.

Tips to help you fight Jet Lag

Avoid overeating and caffeine  

OK, like me I can’t usually go a day without a cup of coffee or tea so this one is a tricky one for those who do drink a lot of caffeine. Caffeine does keep you up and awake longer, so it will be harder to try fall asleep and reduces your sleep time.

2. Don’t eat too much on the plane

I do think this should depend on how hungry you are and how long the flight is - you do have to eat. But if you do get hungry often during the flight, try and eat snacks and keep in mind that airline food is cooked at least twice because it’s almost impossible to maintain moisture at altitude.

3. Stay hydrated  

The plane can get really dry and with the circulating air – quite annoying, trust me – that is why I don’t wear my contact lenses on the plane anymore. So it is important to stay hydrating during the flight, you might even want to bring a hydrating spray for our face, and moisturizer.

  4. Try to avoid sleeping as soon as you arrive to your hotel

This can really push your body clock, so try and stay up until it’s actually the time to sleep at your destination. If you are really tired from traveling, take a nap – 20 minutes at most but be careful it doesn’t turn into a 3 hour one. I find that I don’t sleep straight away, even if I arrive at 8am in the morning– you have to let your body adjust to the local time so sleeping at the right time is key!

5.  Limit alcohol intake on the plane   

Alcohol can actually worsen the symptoms of jet lag, so try and avoid too much alcohol. If you feel that having a scotch or wine helps you sleep then that’s fine but remember alcohol can also dry you out and its worse when the cabin air dehydrates everyone – not to mention the effects of alcohol when the altitude changes. Did you know that one drink in mid-flight is the same as two or three on the ground! (I didn't know that lol)

If you really are worried, you can try taking pills like ‘No Jet Lag’ pills on Amazon.

Do you have any tips?

[doueverwonder]

Göttingen duo with 8?

Here u are <3 sorry it's sad i just got struck with this idea and it wouldn't go away T^T

warnings: blood, talk of injury, mentions of death.

~~~~~~~~~~

Rabenmark was covered in blood; and for the first time in a long time it was his own and not his opponents. Morton knew he should stay back, he knew he should let someone else take care of it. He hadn't spoken to Rabenmark for hours before the duel, they had gotten in a fight over this one, Morton had a bad feeling about it. It turned out to be right. Rabenmark never lost, he always argued that he never lost; but he just did, and Morton couldn’t move a muscle as he watched Affenstein run to Rabenmark, the medic not far behind him. 

He watched Affenstein lean down and ask if he was okay, Rabenmark nodded but when he tried to help him up he stumbled and fell back to the ground. There was too much blood, he was losing too much. He didn’t look scared, Morton tried to take that as a good sign, if he was feeling that bad he would look scared wouldn’t he? 

“I’m going to die at nineteen and nine months” his breath caught, the words said to him almost three years ago echoing in his head. He could barely keep track as he counted the months, Rabenmark’s twentieth birthday was in three months. Suddenly Morton couldn’t move fast enough, scrambling to get to Rabenmark, he was not going to let him accept he was dying soon. He would die himself before letting that happen.

Before he could even get close though Toggenburg grabbed him; “Give them space” 

“No!” Morton tried to pull away from him but the other had him held too tightly. “This could be it I have to-” 

“It’s just some blood. Give them space, let them move him” 

He didn’t mean to, but he turned and buried his face in Toggenburgs chest. He didn’t want to look anymore if he couldn’t go any closer. “He’s almost twenty” he half whispered; “he knew this would happen” 

“Nothing is going to happen” He steered Morton farther away, as most people in the building dispersed muttering about the incident; some worried. Some sneered at how Rabenmark’s pride was going to be the death of him eventually. 

Morton tried to hide farther in Toggenburg’s coat ignoring all of it. He just needed to wait for Rabenmark to come walking out, the smug smile on his face asking when round two was. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Rabenmark was awake; barely, but he was awake. More importantly he was alive. Morton would have burst into tears if he weren’t so tired, every inch of him hurt from being leaned over in the chair praying to any god that would listen to not take Rabenmark from him. 

Now he kneeled next to the bed, looking up at Rabenmark, the duel would definitely leave some new scars. None as bad as the first, but still, he didn’t even want to look at what was under the bandages on his left arm. Part of Morton was convinced the other man had been out to kill him, Rabenmark got in enough fights with people he wouldn’t be surprised if someone was out for him. 

There was no one else in the room, and he supposed that’s what gave him the courage to talk openly, at least that’s what he told himself. Not that he had clung to every second the last six hours waiting for Rabenmark to wake up. 

“Don’t ever do that again.” He thought he was too tired to cry anymore but could already feel a sob building in his throat. “Don’t keep going when you know you can’t, don’t challenge people over silly things, don’t…” 

Morton held his lover's hand tightly, tighter than the rational part of him said he should be. He knew how pathetic he must have looked burying his face into the sheets to muffle the fresh set of tears. Holding onto Rabenmark’s hand so tightly you would have thought the other was trying to pull away. 

He looked up, feeling Rabenmark pull his hand towards him, Morton let out a shaky breath as a soft kiss was placed on his knuckles, the only place Rabenmark was able to reach at the moment. He didn’t say anything but a smirk barely played on his lips, enough to say; 

You think you’ll get rid of me that easily?

[widowbitessting]

Sugar Mommies Season 2, Pt:2

Hi! Welcome back to my crazy little universe! Grab some popcorn, get comfortable and enjoy my lovies <3

Livvy ❤️💋❤️💋

You’re woken by Carol snoring loudly in your face.

And with some of her hair sticking into your eye.

The sudden noise jolts you awake from your sleep and you can’t help but jerk back slightly when you realise your nose is almost fully in her mouth.

You let out a startled noise, managing to waft Carol’s blonde locks from your eyeball and shuffle back; body freaking out when you near tip off the edge.

Yeah, your single bed is not ideal for two sleeping bodies.

You push Carol’s form from as far as you can before you nestle back under the duvet, sighing in bliss.

It’s all worth it -- so fucking worth it if it means Carol is here with you.

Even if she’s snoring her morning breath into your face.

You can feel yourself dozing back off to sleep, eyes growing heavier and heavier until your body decides to have other ideas.

A cramp seizes control of your insides and you let out a sharp gasp, near folding in on yourself.

You let out a shaky breath, eyes creasing as the pain washes over you.

Your hand moves to rest over your lower stomach.

No, you can do this; you’re cuddling in bed with Carol.

You’re not getting up because of period cramps.

You shuffle uncomfortably and start when Carol wraps her arm around you.

“You’re fidgeting, little one.”

“Sorry.” You whisper.

“Are you okay?” Carol asks, “or did I not burn off enough energy last night?”

You peak at her through one of your eyes and see her tired stare looking right at you.

“I’m fine.” You lie.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“I know.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I‘ve got some nasty period cramps. I’ll be okay, they normally go in a couple minutes. Half an hour tops.”

You don’t expect her to kiss you when she does and it takes you by complete surprise.

“What’s your morning drink, kitten?”

“My - my what?”

“You heard me. What do you like to drink in the morning?”

You tell her and after kissing you deeply, Carol shifts to climb out of the bed.

You grip onto her arms before she can move fully.

“What’re you doing?” You ask.

“Like I’m gonna leave my baby to writhe in pain while I try to get more sleep.” Carol winces when your nails bite into her skin. “Now come on, little koala. Let your captain up. I need to sort you out.”

“Oh?”

“Not like that…” Carol winks. “...not yet anyway. You need some TLC. Let me help you. Please?”

“Okay?”

“Did you just answer my question with a question, kitten?”

“Maybe.”

Carol bursts out laughing, leans down and kisses your forehead.

“Stay in bed and try not to be in too much pain, kitten. I won’t be long.”

Then just like that, she’s gone.

Walking through your home like she has lived there for years.

You can hear her humming as she quickly walks down the hall and you’re about to get up to go and follow her when another cramp pins you back to the bed.

God, you hate being a woman.

Periods are just the worst.

You define as 100% lesbian; do you really need to have this torture every month?

No.

Plus babies are just something you never clicked with.

Screaming tiny humans with sharp fingernails and no spatial awareness.

You’d take a cute cat or dog any day.

You’re focusing on your breathing, deeply exhaling loudly through your nose, when Carol re enters your bedroom, carrying two steaming mugs.

She smiles softly at you.

“Here you go, kitten.”

She places your drink on the bedside table, not trusting you to take it straight from her in case you scold yourself.

The first sip is like heaven; your eyes flutter and you let out a quiet moan.

“You’re really good at making drinks, Carol. Wow.”

She shrugs, sitting by your legs.

Your eyes wander down to her nipples that are protruding against her shirt.

“What can I say?” She replies, “Wands is a serious grump in the morning before her morning coffee. I had to be good at making drinks, kitten.”

It’s your turn to smile.

“Well, remind me to thank Wanda when I next see her. This is just what I needed.”

“Oh! I forgot the rest of it. Hang on.”

Carol vanishes within seconds and returns in less than a minute to you; now carrying a glass of water and some pain medication.

“Have some tablets and drink all of this please.”

“The tablets, yes. The water, I’ll sip some it but no. My coffee is too high of a priority right now.”

You don’t even register fully what you’ve said.

And because Carol doesn’t react right away, it tricks you into a false sense of security.

“What was that baby?”

She waits until after you’ve had your tablets, until you’re properly lulled into thinking you’ve gotten away with it.

“What was what?” You look at her with large, confused eyes.

“About the water. Repeat it for me.”

“I - erm,” You feel your cheeks burning up. “I can’t remember what I said?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Telling…?”

Carol’s eyes twitch as she lowers herself to your eye level.

“You don’t sound so sure there, kitten.” Carol watches you like a hawk.

“I - I can’t remember what I said.” You reply quickly. “I promise.”

“Such a forgetful brain.” She says. “Dumb little baby. Need me to remind you what you said?”

You can only nod, trying to contain your anger at the insult.

You’d glare at her but you’d rather not get into any more trouble.

Not yet anyway.

“That you were going to sip some of your water, little one.”

Your eyes widen slightly.

“Oh yeah.”

“Oh yeah.” Carol mocks. “I’m gonna give you one chance to take that comment back, kitten.”

“Or what?”

Carol’s eyebrow raises.

“Do you really want to find out?”

You stare at Carol and look directly into her eyes; feeling all sense of confidence draining from your body.

“Come on, little sub. Use those words. I know you can do it.”

“What happens if I don’t…take it back?”

“Then I’ll call you Y/N until I say otherwise.”

She says it so simply that your brain almost doesn’t process what she threatened.

“What?”

NO!

“You can’t take away my nicknames!”

“Can’t I?”

You try to speak but the only thing that comes out is a garbled stream of incoherent words.

“N-no! They’re cute and lovely and - just, just no!”

“Then drink your water like a good little girl and I will call you all the nicknames you want, Y/N.”

“Yes, captain.”

It takes you exactly five seconds to drink the entire glass.

Carol watches you down the entire thing with an incredibly smug look on her face and the second you finish the last drop, she pulls you in for a kiss; holding your body firmly against her own.

“Such a good girl, kitten. Such a good fucking girl.”

Her tongue licks away any excess that escapes your lips and when she puts the glass back onto your bedside table, Carol’s whole body tenses.

“How long have you been standing there, MJ?”

“MJ?” Your head snaps to your door that stands ajar.

You hear her awkwardly laugh before the door opens further.

“Not that long…captain.” She winks at Carol. “I just wanted -”

Her voice trails up when the blonde abruptly stands up, glowering at her.

“What did you just call me?”

Carol walks over to your best friend, who resembles a deer caught in headlights.

“I need to make something clear. You do not get to call me that, understood? That nickname is reserved exclusively for Y/N, Wanda and Natasha...”

“I-”

“You don’t get to say it!” Carol continues. “Not even as a joke. Do I make myself clear?”

“Mhmm.”

Carol towers over MJ.

“The next time you want to make your presence known, knock. Like a sane person. Don’t just stand there and spy on us.”

“...I will.” MJ’s cheeks are red. So red. “Sorry.”

“Now.” Carol licks her lips, exhaling loudly. “What did you want to tell us?”

MJ looks at the blonde a second longer and then at you.

“You know what? Nothing. Forget it.”

She slams the door and seconds later, you hear the front door get the same treatment.

Carol lets out a sigh, bumping her head on the wooden frame.

“I overreacted. Shit.”

You jump out of your bed to cuddle into your blonde girlfriend.

“No - maybe. But it’s MJ. She’ll get over it.”

Carol turns to encase you in her arms.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yeah!” You lean up to peck the tip of her nose. “We argue all the time. She’ll come back in an hour or two. Order take out, watch a crappy horror or something and then agree to move on. Trust me. What just happened is nothing.”

“It is though.” Carol replies.

“How so?”

“Because it’s an argument with me. Not you, kitten.”

♥️💋♥️💋♥️💋♥️💋♥️💋♥️💋♥️💋♥️

True to your word, almost two hours later, MJ returns to your apartment, hair wet from the sudden downpour of rain.

Her shoes squeak as she walks through the front door, and when she spots the two of you nestled on the sofa, she offers you a small smile.

You pause The Lion King and smile back at her.

“Nice walk, MJ?”

“It was okay. Rain came out of nowhere.”

“Yeah I heard. Did you do a me and forget your coat?”

MJ toes her shoes off and chuckles.

“Maybe.” She replies. “It wasn’t raining when I left.”

You turn on Carol and smack her arm.

“See! It’s not just me who doesn’t take a coat.”

“Okay, kitten.” She kisses your temple. “I’ll buy you both umbrellas and personally attach them to your wrists.”

“Thanks, Cap.” You grin when you kiss her cheek, not missing the awkward way MJ clears her throat.

“I -” Now it’s your turn to awkwardly clear your throat. “I need to sort myself out…y’know…period wise…I’ll…be…back…”

You don’t miss the way Carol’s hand tightens on your arm as you stand up.

You pry her from you and offer a small smile to MJ before you vanish from the room.

Leaving Carol and MJ alone in the front room, The Lion King still playing in the background.

“So…” Carol starts, pausing Scar midsong. “Want a bright pink umbrella?”

“I’m okay…” MJ replies. “Thanks though.”

Carol sighs.

“Come here?” She says. “Please.”

MJ slowly walks over and sits on the edge of the sofa where you had just been.

“What’s up?” She asks, spotting a lone sock on the floor and deciding it is the most interesting thing on the planet.

“I’m sorry…” Carol says. “I overreacted. Big time.”

MJ shrugs.

“It’s fine.”

“It isn’t fine though; I shouldn’t have shouted at you. Especially not in front of your best friend.”

“Okay, that was uncool.” MJ looks up at Carol. “And you did sort of overreact…but it’s fine. I appreciate your apology. Even if it is a pretty crappy apology…”

Carol lets out a laugh.

“Hey!”

“I’m just being honest, Carol.”

Rolling her eyes, Carol checks her phone and smiles.

“Well this crappy apology is just about to be the best apology of your life, MJ.” Carol replies, “in about 2 minutes.”

“Oh?”

There’s a knock at the door.

“Two seconds more like. Go and answer it, MJ.”

She looks at Carol.

“If I open that door and Natasha and Wanda are there…”

“It’s not them. I promise.”

There’s another knock on the door.

“Go and answer it, MJ. Quickly.”

Doing as she’s told, something that Carol is very smug about, MJ goes quickly to the front door and opens it.

“Order for MJ?”

The man holds out a tray with one large take out cup to MJ and she takes it.

“Thanks.”

“Have a lovely day.”

MJ looks at the drink in her hand before shutting the door.

“Is this what I think it is?”

Carol shrugs.

“Taste it to find out.”

MJ does just that, not caring if it scalds her tongue as she practically inhales her drink.

“You got me a hot chocolate!”

Sprinting back to the blonde, MJ tackles her into a tight hug.

All the while not spilling a single drop of her drink.

“I accept your crappy apology!” MJ practically shouts down Carol’s ear. “Consider us best friends at this point!”

“Erm, and what exactly am I?” You ask, watching the two from the hallway.

“Hey, your girlfriend got me my hot chocolate. That’s practically the seal for best friend hood in my eyes.”

“You’re saying I’ve been replaced?” Your mock hurt bounces off deaf ears as MJ swigs from her drink again.

“You even got it from Coffee Bean & Brew! They make the best hot chocolate!”

“Only the best for you, MJ.” Carol grins

MJ hugs her again.

“Thank you.” Another swig. “Thank you, thank you; thank you!”

Getting up from the sofa, MJ practically vibrates from the room.

When she reaches you, she pulls you in for a hug.

“What’s that for?” You ask.

“You’ve got a scary girlfriend. But she knows and admits when she’s wrong. So thank you for choosing her. And the other two.”

“Erm, thanks I guess?”

She pecks your cheek before gulping more of her drink.

“You’re gonna finish that in record time, MJ.”

“You bet your ass I am!” MJ beelines for her bedroom. “Enjoy your film, girls! I’m gonna go ring Peter and tell him how awesome Carol is.”

This time when MJ slams her door shut, it’s out of excitement. Not anger.

You walk back over to Carol who is grinning up at you.

“I told you I’d handle it, kitten.”

“Yes, by feeding her hot chocolate addiction. She’ll be hyper for hours now.”

Carol pulls you in close as she presses play; resuming The Lion King from where you had paused it.

“Careful there, kitten. That’s my best friend you’re talking about there.”

You scoff and slap her shoulder.

Before nestling into her warm embrace.

“Oh whatever, captain.” You say with a smile. “You can deal with her when she crashes then.”

Carol groans and rests her head on top of your shoulder.

“As long as it means we’re okay and she’s not mad at me anymore; then deal, baby. Fucking, deal.”

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[luveline]

congrats on 24k! can i request bestfriend!jonathon to lovers?

thank you! for you, best friends realising they might be a little bit more than that <3

Being best friends since you were kids erodes any need for personal space, especially during sleepy fall evenings when it’s been dark for hours and Jonathan can’t stay awake. He dozes against you with his face hidden in the juncture of your neck, not something he’s ever done before. It hardly phases you. In fact, you really, really like it.

You really like him. Everything about him. The way he sees the world and the dark eyes he sees it with, the way he speaks, even the way he moves. He’s a weight on you that you wouldn’t trade for anything, steadying you — grounding you. He’s your anchor.

You push your arm under his neck and he rouses. “M’sorry,” he mumbles, lifting his head.

“Don’t be,” you say, your hand pushing up into his hair, fingers spread and rubbing against his scalp lightly. You hadn’t meant to wake him. “Hey… Jonathan?”

“What?” His voice is thick with sleep.

You turn onto your side, feeling the boxsprings of his mattress dig into your hip before lifting your head off of his pillow. Suddenly you’re closer than you have any reason to be, closer than you’ve ever been before. The fatigue on his face slowly clears.

“I wanted to…” You pause as he inches closer, as the tips of your noses press together.

His hand comes to life where it rests at your midriff, his fingers spreading wide, hot to the stripe of exposed skin underneath. You close your eyes to try and collect your thoughts, to try and find a way to tell him what you need to tell him, but he’s so close you can’t think at all, and every nerve melts as he presses his lips to yours. You kiss just once, a chaste and fleeting thing, an outpouring of every unsaid thing.

Anxiety spikes into your chest like a needle as he pulls away.

“I’m sorry. I- you’re tired,” you apologise, a lump in your throat, face creased with worry.

“I’m not,” he says clearly. He brings his hand up to your neck, thumb pushing into your throat with a small pressure. He laughs quietly as he moves back in, as he says into your lips, “Not tired at all.”

His nose presses against yours as he kisses you for the second time. Over the racket of your pounding heart you can hear the sharp inhale he takes as your lips connect, as they part. You card your hand through his hair and melt under the heat of it.

You start to explain as he pulls away, “I’ve been trying to tell you-“

“Me too,” he interrupts, smiling so hard his cheeks must ache with it.

“Your mom’s gonna be so happy,” you whisper.

Jonathan gives you another kiss, sweet and lingering, reluctant as he pulls away to say, “God, we can’t ever tell her.”

You beam at each other. He wraps his arms around you and squeezes you until your back clicks, the two of you limp and giggling like idiots.

“We can’t ever tell her,” he repeats, a murmur against the side of your face.

You don’t have to tell her; Joyce finds you forty five minutes later with Jonathan’s lips against your cheek, the two of you asleep and your hands intertwined over the sheets. She’s no good with a camera, not like Jon, but she damn well tries.

[pumpkintheriddlemaster]

... :U

[pinkslashersimp]

Hello again! I requested the Hannibal so who loves small spaces and I adored it so much, thank you! I have come to make another request, if that's ok! This time all your slashers with an S/O who has a caffiene addiction, more so a coffee addiction. Thanks again x

HI! very nice to see u again:) i’m happy you enjoyed what i wrote for you💗 and it’s always okay to make multiple requests! I enjoy writing very much and love to see people coming back:)

mandatory apology for taking so long): i’ve had a lot on and had no time at all to write, thank god i’m back now and have time, but again I am so sorry

i’ll sneak hannibal in here for u with the other slashers;)

TWs:

Jason Voorhees

“Why why why why why why why why why wh-“

Jason definitely gets concerned for you because of this habit

You already sleep enough, why do you need more caffeine? if your heart feels weird at times and you can’t stop moving why must you keep drinking it????

Most likely hides your caffeine stash and gets stressed out when he sees you drinking more

Michael Myers (RZ)

“Okay.”

Most likely doesn’t even notice you drinking it at first. Or ever.

Most likely doesn’t even notice you drinking it at first. Or ever.

Most likely doesn’t even notice you drinking it at first. Or ever.

Sure, Michael is observant, and he cares about you, but he doesn’t seem to take into account the amount of caffeine you are fuelling your body with.

Will definitely keep buying you a specific brand of caffeine if he notices you drinking it a lot (to show he loves u<3)

Gets annoyed on the side effects though, especially any shaking and staying awake at ungodly hours of the night.

Bubba Sawyer

Let’s be honest, it’s the 70s, and leatherface lives in rural texas with like 2-3 other people. The only caffeine you’ll have access to is glass bottles of coke from draytons truck stop or any of his hard coffee.

Which he gets very, very annoyed at you for drinking and Bubba has to step in to stop him yelling at you.

He’s angry when he’s tired

Bubba, like Michael, won’t take much notice to your caffeine addiction but will definitely become concerned if he sees you drinking copious amounts of draytons coffee or coke. Surely that can’t be healthy or good, right?

Brings you glasses of sweet tea and water at meals to make sure you don’t dehydrate yourself

Thomas Hewitt

Absolutely notices. And is absolutely confused.

Much like Bubba, Thomas lives in rural texas miles away from other people. Completely isolated.

Where the fuck are you getting this much caffeine from, if not stealing from Hoyt?

Gets a little annoyed at you thinking you are indeed stealing caffeine from Hoyt and keeps you away from the kitchen, bringing you drinks he or luda mae make instead. Like sweet teas or water

Harry Warden

“Let me get some of that.”

Harry works all day, and often all night, in a cold, dark, wet mineshaft. He’s tired, his work is exhausting, he needs all the caffeine he can get if he wants to power through at least 5 minutes of it.

Do not be surprised if you find half your stash missing with an “IOU” note.

He’ll pay for it back, obviously. So long as you share with him.

Does get annoyed at you being awake when he isn’t, though.

Tiffany Ray

“*Clinks Glass*”

Gets a little worried as to why you’re drinking so much caffeine in excessive amounts, but doesn’t pay much mind to it.

Tiffany doesn’t mind a glass cola or coffee every now and again.

Definitely encourages you to drink more water or other things, and brings you glasses of water or tea when you’re laying in bed so you don’t go completely overboard with caffeine.

Hannibal Lecter (NBC)

The most concerned.

Tries to therapise you to see exactly where this addiction comes from but backs off when you see what he’s doing

Instead he takes a gentler approach of banning caffeine at meal times and bringing you glasses of water or juice when you’re thirsty to deter you from drinking more caffeine.

If it gets too bad he locks your drinks up somewhere in the house. You may have one when you have something proper to drink.