#i actually wanted to take a nap but i just couldn't fall asleep even though i feel so exhausted

[cheekblush]

me today 💤

[oreoluvskento]

Boyfriend! Choso

a/n: been thinking hard about choso and I just couldn't help myself sooo here's bf! choso, in my choso era super hard rn

cw: 583 wc, female y/n, some sfw but mostly nsfw so minors dni, university au, overstimulation, choso whimpering, kinda sub choso, kinda dom y/n, handjob, cowgirl, virgin choso, light aftercare

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bf! choso who hasn't actually been in a relationship before so this whole thing is new to him

bf! choso who absolutely loves physical touch, only from you though. he cant stand when other people touch him

bf! choso who wants to make you as happy as possible but doesn't understand that him just being with you is enough.

bf! choso who is an amazing cook but doesn't realize it until you tell him

bf! choso who doesn't know how to take compliments, his face and neck turning pink as he looks away from your face shyly.

bf! choso who doesn't go out much, usually staying in his dorm room. honestly you were lucky to even meet him since he only goes to class and then goes right back to his room

bf! choso who is a virgin and was embarrassed to admit it, but you didn't mind at all, you were excited to teach him

bf! choso who can't control the whimpers that leave his lips as you kiss his neck

bf! choso who didn't know that your lips on his skin would feel this good

bf! choso who finds himself bucking his hips up into the air as you kiss him, just wanting some kind friction against his hardening dick

bf! choso who struggles to stay still as you carefully and slowly jerk him off, you have to sit on his thighs but even with that he almost flips you over

bf! choso who moans hoarsely as he cums in your hands, his hips weakly pumping his dick into your fist

bf! choso who feels himself getting hard again as you lick his cum off of your hand and immediately go in to kiss him again

bf! choso who lets out the sluttiest moan as you slide down his dick, your pussy already wet

bf! choso who grips your hips hard as you fuck him, realizing he won't last much longer but he wants you to have an orgasm before he cums again

bf! choso who starts grinding you against his pelvic bone, your moans adding onto his pleasure

bf! choso who has to bite his lip hard to keep himself from accidentally nutting as you experience your orgasm

bf! choso who is breathing hard now, his body shaking as you continue to ride him, urging him to cum inside of you

bf! choso who releases with a whiny moan, his voice cracking as he squeezes your hips

bf! choso who has tears in his eyes as you continue to milk him, causing him to get overstimulated

bf! choso who complains that its too much, that he cant take it, but doesn't let you move away when you try

bf! choso who can't stop his eyes from rolling to the back of his head when you cum on his dick again

bf! choso who cums inside of you again, this time with weaker spurts and a limp body

bf! choso who doesn't let you go far after you climb off of him, holding you tight to his body as you tell him how good he was for you and how well he did for his first time

bf! choso who ends up falling asleep almost immediately after and wakes up to you massaging his scalp after taking your own nap as well

bf! choso who is extremely happy he decided to study in the library that day he met you

bf! choso who can't see himself with anyone else but you

[gracescoolbeans]

but nights with you are better [A.Giarratana]

paring: angela giarratana x reader

summary: sleepless nights aren’t so bad when you have angela to keep you company

warnings: none, just fluff; a few dashes of anxiety; sleepy angela being way too cute; shameless nerdy prudes must die plug; not proofread!

wordcount: 1.1k

a/n: i’ve been having a really hard time falling asleep lately so i wrote this fic instead of actually doing something about it 😅 i’ve been wanting to write angela fics since i started this blog but i’m finally committing! i have far too many ideas and not enough time but i’ll make it work somehow…hopefully 😶 anyway, hope you enjoy <3

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A sigh tumbles out of your mouth as you roll away from your girlfriend and stare up at the dark ceiling above you. You close your eyes and try to fall back asleep to no avail.

Looks like another sleepless night.

You turn your head to look at the brunette next to you, a part of you wanting to reach out and wake her. The two of you haven't been living together for long and you were still getting used to sharing a sleep schedule with someone else.

More than that, you were slowly becoming an expert in getting up out of bed without making a shit ton of noise. It wasn't as easy as it sounded. Especially because Angela's ears were somehow completely tuned to you.

You were making it work, though, and the slight challenge was a small price to pay to live with your girlfriend.

You and Angela had decided moving in together would fix both your need to find a better place to live (with slightly more manageable rent) and her need to spend more time with you in between her endless gigs. Her work ethic was admirable, albeit slightly unhealthy. At least this way, you could keep an eye on each other.

Of course, you'd sort of forgotten to mention the troubles you usually have with falling asleep and staying asleep. You didn't necessarily consider yourself an insomniac, but you did go through days, weeks, sometimes even months, of struggles that couldn't be soothed with warm tea or less screen time.

Your girlfriend, on the other hand, couldn't seem to get enough of sleep. She could nap anywhere as long as she was somewhat comfortable. It would be awesome if you weren't so jealous of her ability.

Angela needed her sleep, though. She worked way too hard for way too many hours and her only form of self-care was simply a plate of pasta and a glass of wine.

That's why you decided that instead of waking her up with your endless tossing and turning, you'd get up and put a comfort movie on the TV and chill there until you got sleepy again.

Instead of a movie, though, you stumbled across Nerdy Prudes Must Die and decided to watch it for the hundredth time. It didn't replace the soft sound of Angela's voice next to your ear when she held you against her, but it was good enough for now.

So, you snuggled up on the couch with an unbelievable amount of pillows, a warm blanket, and a slightly grumpy Spork next to the couch.

That's exactly where you were when Angela made her way out of the bedroom in search of you. "y/n?"

You turn your head at the sound of your girlfriend's voice, a soft smile pulling at the corners of your lips when you take in her sleepy appearance. "Hey, babe. Why're you awake?"

"Dunno," she shrugs as she struggles to suppress a yawn. "But I got worried when I didn't feel you. You okay?"

Her concern, paired with her extra raspy voice, makes your heart swell. "Yeah, I'm fine, just couldn't sleep."

She pouts, walking over to join you on the couch. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"So you could be grumpy and complain?"

"Good point."

You chuckle as you move over to make room for Angela. She manages to fit in between you and the couch, her arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you against her chest.

"Wait, what are you watching?" She asks.

"What do you think, doofus?" You reply, playfully elbowing her stomach. "Don't talk so much, though, it's my favorite part."

Your favorite part, of course, being the entirety of Dirty Girl. Angela, on the other hand, always has a hard time watching that part since she's way too focused on herself and her "mistakes". 

What she calls mistakes, though, you call her acting quirks. Quirks that turn Grace Chasity into one of the most complex and entertaining characters you've ever seen.

"Do I really have to watch this?" She grumbles, leaning down and burying her face in the side of your neck.

"You can go back to sleep if you want." Your hands find their way on top of hers and you allow your fingers to trace the backs of them, along with the slightly protruding veins that cover them.

"Not while I'm listening to myself."

It's hard not to find her constant complaining funny and you barely manage to hold in your laughter. She's always slightly more sensitive than usual when she's tired, so you take pity on her...for now.

Thankfully, she stops pouting long enough for you to watch the best part of the whole musical. You don't miss the way she sings the song under her breath even though you decide not to call her out on it.

"How many times have you seen this?" She asks once she's sure your favorite part has passed.

"A lot," you say, feeling your cheeks heat up with the admission. "I watch it when I miss you."

"Baby-" She tries her hardest to hold in a laugh but ultimately fails. "You could have just woken me up!"

Angela's clear amusement does little to soothe your growing embarrassment. You try to squirm away from her to avoid any further teasing but she simply holds you tighter, pulling you closer until you're flush against her once more.

"Sorry, sorry, you know I'm just teasing," she mumbles, pressing a line of kisses to the side of your neck.

"You're annoying," you huff.

Despite your words, you sink back against her once more, tilting your head slightly to give her better access to your skin.

"You know you love me, princess."

"That doesn't make you any less annoying."

Her kisses trail up your neck and onto your jaw before finally landing on your lips.

"I'm serious, by the way," she whispers once she pulls away. "Wake me up next time. I don't care how tired I am. I want to be here with you."

"Hmmm..." You pretend to think about it for a second just to steal another kiss from her. "You've got yourself a deal, angel."

She laughs again as she rests her chin on your shoulder, silently going back to watching the musical with you.

You make it all the way to Hatchet Town before your eyes grow far too heavy for you to keep them open. 

Angela gently shifts you until your head rests against her shoulder. She watches you for a few moments until she's sure you've gone back to sleep.

She knows her back will be awfully sore tomorrow morning and you'll definitely have a kink in your neck but it's a small price to pay for a few more hours of cuddles. Not just cuddles, though, she was banking on you staying asleep until morning this time.

She'd stay up all night to keep an eye on you if she had to. You're far more important to her than some extra hours of sleep.

[dawnoftime22]

okay this might be an odd request but could you do Taylor Swift comforting a male reader about their insecurities? Or the reader comforting Taylor after a hard day at work or something like that idk. Love you work!

pent up feelings.

| T.S

Warnings: Taylor crying, overthinking, R comforting, lots of kisses for assurance

Summary: Taylor's had her rough week, going through all the world throws at her as she tries to stand tall. But upon one night, she comes home to you with an exhausted mind, needing nothing else but you.

Word Count: 3k

Category: fluff, comfort

A/N: I think this was pretty hard for me to make because it hurts for me to witness tay being emotional, more so even write about it :( I do very much love having it out here though, and writing special details like the ones in this fic are precious to me

A/N on request: its not odd at all! I chose the second option only because I wasnt entirely sure what insecurities you wanted me to do. I also dont reaaally write male reader (I do gn!reader/not specifying gender), but still thank you so much for the request! I really hope this reaches your expectations and I hope that you're doing well<3

| Started on 20/07/2024, 7:19 AM |

| Finished on 04/08/2024, 6:41 PM |

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"Consumed by my own overloaded thoughts and bottled up emotions, that they spill into tears."

"But darling, here, my arms will be open for you to tiredly lean into, to wrap around your exhilirated soul and keep you warm with all my love."

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The moon was high in the sky when Taylor arrived home, heart heavy. She gently shuts the door, the sound echoing through the space and mixing in with the crickets.

Once she got her shoes off, she looks around, but the room was empty aside from her cats in the living room. Meredith was casually napping on the couch, her form swirled up gracefully. Taylor moves closer, reaching up her hand to gently scratch her on the head.

The cat stirred, a gentle purr sounding out as it leans into her touch. She stares down, seeing the gray shades Meredith had mixed in with the white color of her fur.

With how quiet the house seemed to be, and with you nowhere in the living room, Taylor expected you to be asleep in the bedroom, only wishing you were here to greet her.

Yet, when she glances to the bedroom, the door was open just a crack, and it had her curious. Perhaps you had forgotten to close it entirely, or even wanted to hear her come home. The thought swelled her heart. But, she couldn't think that anyone could have possibly wanted to do such a thing.

Her legs go forward, every footstep being careful. Each and every one of her muscles were aching, and her heart was tired, but she mustered up all her energy to find you.

A gentle creak sounds out as Taylor tilts her head, peeking in. The bed was actually empty, making her heart skip a beat. But when she looks further up, you were sitting at her desk chair, fully awake.

You heard the sound of the door, and you turn to look at her, seeing her stunned expression that was blinking at you. You smile softly, not minding her surprise.

"Baby," she says under her breath, closing the door behind her as she lets her shoulders fall down. It was clear she was absolutely wondering what you were doing awake.

"Hi," you replied back gently with a small wave, tilting your head as you took in her appearance. She seemed tense, and her eyes held just the smallest glimpse of worry, even though you were the one who had been having reeling thoughts, concerned for her wellbeing.

"What're you doing up...?" She asks with her voice soft, putting her bag down on the nightstand and taking one step forward. But you seemed so far to her. So many steps.

Your eyes soften, feeling your heart ache at the mere question, and you fully turn to her, arm rested on the desk beside you.

"Waiting for you...What else?" you said softly, watching her eyes come to realization and her teeth have its bite on her lower lip, something telling of the anxiety swirling in her.

"Oh...I...you didn't have to," she said, the corner of her lips raising up slightly, but it seemed almost nervously, with the action of her eyes traveling from the floor and to you. But you kept your gentle appearance, your next movement only being a shake of your head.

"No, but I wanted to," you whispered. You gave her a small reassuring smile, hoping it'll calm down some of her nerves. She took a breath, her teeth not properly letting go of her lip just yet.

You searched her eyes, needing to look intently from how far you were. "...Did something happen?" you asked gently, slowly moving to stand up and make your way to the bed to get closer to her, but not too much so you're not intruding on her space.

She stopped biting her lip, but it was only to speak. "No-- its...I'm just..." she shook her head. It was almost as if she was at a loss for words. Perhaps it was either the tireness within her, or the way every one of her thoughts inside her collided against each other, each thing that had ever happened from just one thing or everything.

The blonde meets your eyes, taking in a breath. "...Its nothing," she whispered, her voice nearly shaking. Her fingers gently furled, and her jaw clenched for just a moment. You went to settle down on the bed in the meanwhile, resting against the pillows.

You gazed at her, "Come here," you whispered softly, putting your arms out slightly for her. She searches your eyes for a second, but doesn't waste another when she goes to the bed without more steps as she was close to it already, her lip having a slight noticeable tremble.

You felt your heart ache as Taylor crawls into bed with you, going closer until she's curled up against you to find your comfort. In the quietness of the bedroom, the noise of movement was there, but then a sniffle sounds out, and your hands wrap around her, gently, but tightly.

You gently weaved through her hair, resting your chin lightly atop her head as you were aware of the care she craves for deeply.

A gentle but shaky inhale comes from her, and you gaze down with soft concern, a small frown forming upon your lips.

"You know..." you whisper gently, starting your sentence with only a few words so she can bring her attention to your voice. Your hand slows down, and your lips move to place a soft kiss atop her head before pulling back just a little, just to let her eyes meet yours. "You don't always have to be strong, sweetheart..."

She felt the words hit her like a realization as she looked into your eyes; her vulnerable expression cracking, yet, still, her walls were kept high, and she shook her head.

"Just a bad day..." she mumbles, leaning into you. Her hand traces the collar of your shirt, feeling the confined outlines of the factory stitches against the pad of her fingers.

She knows you want to know what made it all go wrong. Whatever happened to her that made her have to fight back these darning tears she hated. But she doesn't wanna talk about anyone or anything. She just wanted to be with you.

"I-- there's...too many things." she whispers out shakily, starting to break, but you keep your gentle gaze, your hand resuming with its gentle motion on her back.

"Its okay. You don't have to explain." You shake your head, whispering back. She bit the inside of her cheek, looking up at you with glossy irises.

"...It was a lot." Her tears were threatening to leave the edge of her eyes, the gleam of it visible in the dim lighting. You can feel a crack going inside your heart, aching at how tired she looked.

She had been everywhere the past few days. There was nearly no time for her to catch a break. Today was her last straw, and it had perhaps continued to go even while she had nothing else to fight with, other than with the known fact that she was coming back home to you. But her mind was clouded with anxiety, even with the thought of you.

"I just need you...." She admitted, the sound of her voice barely even above the breath that had escaped along her words. You take in a gentle breath, your cheek brushing against her hair as you nod.

"I know..." you murmured, pulling her closer. Her fingers curled into your shirt, lightly gripping the fabric. Soon, her walls crumble, and she stifles the broken sob that leaves her lips, echoing off the walls of your shared bedroom that you've spent countless memories in together, full of love and care.

Your eyes squint in sadness, and you place a gentle kiss on the side of her head since her face was buried in the crook of your neck, hidden away from your view.

"Let it all out, sweetheart..." you whisper softly, quietly, just as the way Taylor was trying to stifle her sobs. Your skin felt the warm tears that had gone down, tracing a path down to your shirt that soaked it up.

"You're home now, safe with me..." you murmur, hugging her tighter, letting her release the deeply held emotions she's kept for far too long.

Your hands could feel the wracking shakes of her body, the warmth in her presence, but the heaviness of her shoulders, holding, maybe even the weight of the entire world.

The ceiling fan gently created white noise that overlayed the sounds of quiet sobs and movement, wind passing by your ear all while you whisper soft reassurances to soothe her rattling heart.

"I'm sorry I'm late..." she mumbles suddenly, her breath hiccuping. Your eyes glide to her in concern, but since she was hidden away in your neck, you could only see her golden blonde locks. Instead, you move to softly kiss her temple, tilting your head to reach it.

"Shh...its okay, I promise," you murmur in a hushed soothe, leaning back so you could take a look at her face. You offer her a comforting smile, and your hand moves to gently push her stray hairs away from her face.

"You have a lot of work. I know that, sweetheart. You don't always have to be early or 'on time', whenever that is..." you shake your head as you say your gentle words, expressing them as you go.

Taylor blinks and sniffles, her nose red and her eyes puffy. She licks her dry lips, taking in a stumbled breath. You stay in patience, reaching up to brush your thumb against her cheek, wiping the tears away from her soft skin. You took gentle care in your touch, going further up to the corner of her eye; where the source of the tears are.

"You don't mind...?" she asks, her voice strangled and out of pitch. But that doesn't matter. She wasn't onstage for the moment. She was with you. Where she could be who she was however she wanted to be.

Your eyes soften, and you lean in closer, your lips making contact with the tip of her nose. "Sweetheart...of course not. I just get worried about you, you know?"

She searches your eyes, as if looking, for even a fraction of a lie. But all you had well within your pupils were love and honesty. Something she never knew was possible to see in someone's eyes without a certain deviousness accompanied with it.

Her breaths were still unsteady, but she swallows it down, trying to communicate with you. "I-I'm scared..." she whispered shakily, her eyes darting away from your gaze.

You look at her without judgement, tilting your head with a slight curiosity, a gentle expression simply to be there for her.

"Of what?" you question, your mind quickly going through anything she could be anxious of in case she needs an aid to her tainted mind.

But her quietness fortunately didn't stay for long, even when she hesitated. Her lower lip had a visible teeth mark from her biting. "What if..." she starts, but trails off, unable to say the words.

You tip your head downward slightly, letting her gather her courage and words without intrusion.

"What if I get back home and you're not here?" She whispered through a broken voice, afraid of all the outcomes that she's ever come up with in her head. You were her home. The house wouldn't be a home without you, and her kingdom would shatter, would the character of you no longer be present.

"Hey...I love you, okay?" You whisper, moving to cradle her face in your hands, something she hasn't felt in a while. But you always did that. Brushing your fingertips over her cheeks. She leans into the touch, her eyes welling up once more. Her racing mind and her worries were slowing down, starting to pay attention and hearing your gentle voice.

"I love you." You say the three little words again, ensuring she was listening as you looked into her deep blue eyes, focused on yours. So many thoughts held in her head, but you know her soft heart cannot handle so many things. Not even you, could begin to think of trying to walk that life.

You nibble the corner of your lip slightly, showing your own worry as you think over your words, an action she noticed herself. She reaches up with her trembling hand, gently touching your lip so your teeth would let go. You smile softly, seeing how much she's aware and cares even when she's sad.

"I'm not going anywhere, I promise. Not without you." your light assurance comes out, and the tears in her eyes seemed to have stopped just a little, only looking at you with love instead of just worry. You smile wider, happy to let a small weight fall off her chest.

"I will always love you. I'll love you forever." you murmur, going in to kiss her cheek, peppering soft kisses all over. She feels the way your lips tickle her skin, giving a tingling feeling, and a soft giggle manages to escape her.

"Its okay. Its always going to be okay, yeah?" You tilt your head, your thumb moving to caress the soft skin of her hand. She nods, knowing you're right. How could she have gotten this far anyway, even while worrying that everything would go inevitably wrong sometimes, yet the world always ends up letting her back into her own balance.

A few moments go by as you let her calm down, seeing the way her breaths were still shaky. You took a small deep breath in, keeping the eye contact, and she follows, gathering her normal breathing back. She needed a good cry and simply to let out her emotions, and her soul was relieved as she realizes you had let her do that, simply by being there for her in the meanwhile.

"You're the sweetest human being," you whisper, gazing at her adoringly. Then, your fingers entangle with hers, and you bring one of her hands up to leave a kiss on her knuckles.

The smile that raises on her lips makes your heart skip a beat. She was melting on the inside at how soft you could be. But even with the smile, you can spot the small furrow in her brows, the wince and quick blinking that she did.

You hum softly, knowing exactly what she was dealing with after all the days you've been welcoming her back home. "Headache, hm?" you whisper out, and she pouts, nodding.

"Mm," her own hum escapes, feeling your hands go up to soothe it, putting a light pressure that helps alleviate the headache that caused from her stressful and overwhelming situations of the week.

You continue your actions, watching her eyes close as she leans into your touch, going to the side and nearly resting against your shoulder, but barely putting her entire weight against you.

"You should rest, baby..." you suggest, wanting her to let herself relax, without any more thoughts of interviews, shows, photoshoots, or just about anything that isn't the peaceful sound of rain or the cozy atmosphere of your shared bedroom.

"But..." she starts, inhaling a breath before she was about to go with her sentence, her eyes going up to you, but you cut her off.

"Sleep," you whisper, shifting your position to a more comfortable one. She moves herself, but still curling up against you, arms entangled in the embrace.

"I'll be right here in the morning, and you can wake me up early," you say, smiling softly as you saw her eyes growing droopy at the more comfortable position. Yet, she sniffles from the lingering fluid in her nose that had stayed due to her crying session earlier, and gazes up at you.

"But you're too precious to wake up in the morning..." she murmurs adorably sleepily, resting her head against your chest fully. You breathe out a chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.

"And you're too precious for my eyes to miss seeing you," you respond mindlessly, making her smile. You turn your head and reach over to your side, grabbing a clean tissue from the nightstand and giving it to her.

She looks at you with a thankful expression, and moves the tissue to her nose, blowing into it. Your gaze turns gentle, your hand rubbing her back as she clears out the remaining inside of her nose.

When she was done, she was about to hold onto the tissue since she didn't want to be a burden, but when you offer a hand down, she puts the used tissue in your hand. You throw it away, successfully landing it in the trash bin at the desk sitting in the corner of the room.

You then return your attention back to her, tracing patterns on her soothingly. "You know...you should take a day off tomorrow, baby..." you whisper out thoughtfully.

Taylor stays quiet for a moment, her soft breaths going against your shirt. "I don't know if I can..." she says quietly, half her face nestled against you.

"You deserve it after this week, at least," you murmur, your face in the meanwhile, ever so slightly brushing against her hair. She thinks about it, her eyes gazing off.

"Okay," she breathes out, slowly letting her shoulders relax, and her body to unwind. She starts to relish in this moment with you, purely of love and care.

"I'll be making breakfast for you tomorrow," you said, but it wasn't a question, it was an info you wanted to share to her, something to be known.

"You don't--" She starts, but gets cut off by you leaning down and nuzzling your nose against hers, gently brushing in a comforting way.

"Shh. I love you. Close your eyes," you whispered, urging her to sleep instead of protesting of who's cooking tomorrow, when you were wanting to take care of her. A small giggle sounds from beneath you, the blonde being a little surprised at your quick shutdown of her worry.

"I love you, too..." she whispers back, slowly closing her eyes as she felt the covers warm up her body, sided with your own warmth of your body, leading her off to sleep, and hopefully to a peaceful day tomorrow.

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[1nephthys]

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Word count: ~0.9k

PLEASE DO NOT COPY.

Summary: If you can't sleep at least you can watch something pretty, but are you sure you are the one that gonna watch it?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x f!reader

Warnings: English not being my first language

She was getting frustrated.

Turning around on her side of the bed for what felt like 6850 time while her boyfriend was soundly asleep beside her. She looked at the clock on her bedside table just to see that it was just a few minutes past 5 a.m.

If she can't sleep, at least she will watch the sunrise. She thought to herself.

Quietly, she make her way out of the bed and to the balcony of the apartment she was sharing with Charles in Monaco. On her way, she looked at her sleeping boyfriend and felt the peace. It wasn't often she had him at home, right beside her with his work that required a lot of traveling and her job that not always allowed her to go with him for support. She wished she could be with him at every race but at the same time, she needed to make her own money, even though he could support both of them and then sixty other people. She simply couldn't imagine fully depending on someone else.

She sat on one of the chairs on the balcony, facing the beautiful city of Monte Carlo and the breathtaking view of the water that looked even better in the light of the sun waking up. Even though their apartment was on really high floor, she still could hear two teenage girls laughing on the street. She wondered if they were coming back from some sort of party? Or maybe one of them had just broken up with her boyfriend and the other one tried to cheer her up?

Her thoughts were cut short by the balcony door opening and soft voice of her boyfriend.

"Hey" He said quietly, rubbing sleep off his eyes. She turned around to look at him and oh, how lucky she was to have him. "You okay?" He asked with his French accent.

"Yeah, I'm sorry if I wake you up. I just couldn't sleep. I thought I might as well watch the sunrise." She answered him quickly. He moved closer to her, not with a single thing in his eyes that would make her feel guilty, and just now she noticed the hoodie he was holding, even though he was shirtless himself.

"It's not that warm early in the morning." He handed her the hoodie, the one that technically belonged to him but in reality, it smelled more like her perfume than his. And he was actually right because at this point she could feel chills going up and down her body. She was quick to put it on. "I will get cold if you don't let me sit with you."

And how could she resist this argument? He helped her stand up just to take her place and then pull her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she dropped one of hers behind his neck playing with his hair.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She asked looking at the view behind a glass barrier.

"It really is." He answered a second later, only that he wasn't looking at the wonderful Monaco, but the sweetest face just a few centimeters away from his. "Did you catch any sleep tonight, cheri?" He asked her worried.

"Not really, but it's okay. I'll be fine." She said with little, forced smile. Now in his embrace, she actually did feel kind of sleepy and of course, he noticed that as she put his head on his shoulder.

"Well sweetheart, feel free to take a little nap anytime." He told her quietly traveling with one of his hands up to her hair and giving her little massage.

It took her only a few minutes to fall asleep in the safe and warm embrace of her boyfriend who was now looking at her with the most heart-shaped eyes ever known to humankind. All he wanted now was to get to the warmth of their apartment but he knew that if he even try to move a muscle she would wake up and struggle to fall asleep again. So he sat there even though he was getting cold with nothing but his shorts on and her on his lap.

Couple more minutes, he kept telling himself.

In the mid-time of his girlfriend getting to deeper kind of sleep he finally looked at the view in front of him, the one she was talking about, and indeed, it was beautiful. But then he looked back at her and with full confidence decided that he had even prettier sight right in his arms.

For a moment he even forgot that he was cold but he noticed goosebumps on her legs and decided that it was time to get inside because if he don't wake her up by that, the cold will do it.

He carefully picked her up bridal style and carried her right to their shared bed. He put her down and get it himself. It was enough for her to find his shoulder again and put her head on it with her arm going around his waist. He did not waste any time with pulling her even tighter to his chest with his hands around her body.

It wasn't even 6 a.m. so it wouldn't hurt them to sleep for a few more hours. So, with all the sleepiness still in his body, it didn't take long for him to join her in her sweet, sweet sleep.

a/n. It's been a long while since I wrote something so it feel kinda weird. But here I am because it is actually 7 a.m. in my country now and I hadn't get any sleep in last 3 days so it's either this or finding a guy named Tyler Durden. Idk. Hope you enjoy it:)

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Are we still doing this? I'm still doing this.

Have another @bucktommypositivityweek bingo ficlet: cuddling, 118 family scenes, new traditions.

"Tommy." he vaguely heard someone call his name somewhere in the distance but we was too warm and comfortable to pay much attention to it.

"Tommy. Tom."

There was a hand in his hair and someone kissed his temple.

"Thomas. Time to wake up."

He pried his eyes open and looked up into his boyfriend's amused face.

"Hey." he said softly and kissed him again.

"Are we boring you? A familiar voice he couldn't quite place in his sleepy state asked.

"Shut up Eddie, he just came off a shift. He's allowed to be tired." Evan snapped back at the source of the voice, which apparently was Eddie.

Tommy sat up a little and rubbed the sleep from his face, taking in his surroundings.

They were in the garden of Bobby and Athena's new place, Evan's arms around him, and a blanket covering their legs.

"Sorry." he mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up.

Bobby had invited the entire team over for dinner, the first of many he'd insisted, and had gone out of his way to make sure Tommy knew the invitation extended to him too.

"You're part of the family, Tommy." Bobby had told him and squeezed his shoulder when he'd personally invited him when he'd picked Evan up from work a few weeks ago.

Dinner had been nice, Evan had helped Bobby with the food preparation, and Tommy had made apple pie from a recipe he found online after Evan had told everyone how good it was.

It had made him a little, or a lot, nervous and his crew at Harbor had been delighted to help eat his trial runs.

He'd planned to help set things up, but unfortunately he'd gotten called into work for an emergency medical transport, and hadn't had time to do much more than shower at the station and put on some clean clothes.

Evan, being the absolute godsend he was, had picked him up from work, with his pie in a cooler in the back of his car, so Tommy would still get the praise Evan reckoned he deserved.

"Nonsense." Bobby spoke up. "I've done a lot worse than doze off after a long shift. You have nothing to be sorry for. "

"Still..." Tommy trailed off, not sure what he was going to say. He turned to Evan. "How long was I out for?"

"Not long. Half an hour. Maybe 45 minutes."

Tommy groaned.

"You should have woken me up sooner."

"Hey no worries man, Jee is out like a light too." Howie told him, stroking the hair out of his little girl's face as she slept with her head in his lap, and her feet in Maddie's.

"Yeah well, she's a little younger than I am. "

"Yeah, old people need a lot of sleep, Chim. " Eddie teased.

Tommy glared at him. He was going to pay for that in their next sparring session. Or maybe he'd find out his new girlfriend's name and number and tell her some embarrassing stories about him.

Or maybe both.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and saw Karen standing next to him with her coat on.

"We're going to head out. We left the kids on their own and Hen is worried they're throwing a party and burning the place down." she told him, ignoring her wife's protests. "We'll catch up soon, alright?"

"Yeah... sorry... I'm usually better company."

"Don't worry about it. You're not the first firefighter to fall asleep on me. And I married that one." she smiled at Hen.

"Yeah, you're not really my type though." Tommy joked and she laughed.

"Likewise."

They said their goodbyes and left and Tommy felt the embarrassment from earlier slowly slip away.

"Do you want to get out of here too and sleep in an actual bed at home?" Evan asked softly.

Tommy glanced at his watch and shook his head.

"It's still early. I'm good now, I promise." he said and pressed a small kiss to Evan's lips.

"Yeah grandpa has had his nap, he should be good for at least another hour now." Eddie said and laughed.

He was definitely calling the new girlfriend, Tommy decided.

"I'd watch my mouth if I were you, Diaz, I have a lot of embarrassing stories to tell about you, and Evan even more." he warned Eddie, making the rest of the group laugh.

Conversations around them picked up again, Bobby complimented his pie and told him he hoped he'd make it for every family dinner from then on.

He and Evan had been together almost a year, and every day since then he'd thanked whatever deity was out there for making him answer Howie's call that day in April, and throwing one Evan Buckley into his life.

"What?" Evan asked when he caught him staring at him. "Have I got something on my face?"

Tommy shook his head.

"I just love you."

[somethingsomethingwords]

When Lance arrived in his room, he felt half dead.

In the ambulance they gave him liquids and sugar, but it somehow still didn't feel enough.

His clothes were stuck to his back, damp with sweat even after the shower, his skin hot and irritated red.

He slowly moved towards the bathroom, lights still off. There, he turned them on on the dullest setting and sat on the edge of the tub as lukewarm water started to fill it. He painfully undressed himself, careful not to aggravate the strain between his shoulder blades.

When he carefully sat in the tub, he let out a tired groan. He laid his head on the edge, and closed his eyes against the lights and the pain. He must have lightly nodded off, because he was startled by the knocks on the door. Lance couldn't be bothered to actually answer, so he just waited for whoever was knocking to just go away. Soon the sound stopped, but suddenly the buzz of his phone started. He groaned again, but answered anyway.

"Mhhhh?" was the sound that came out of his mouth, too tired for any real effort.

“You okay?" Asked a concerned voice that made Lance freeze for a second.

"Lance?" asked the voice with even more concern.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm alright, Fernando. What about you? You ok?"

Fuck, this personal moment of isolation, intended to be spent licking his metaphorical wounds, of course this was the moment Fernando had to play the role of the worried teammate.

Ok, that wasn't fair to the older man. He always seemed genuine when interacting with Lance, playful and funny in some moments, serious and sharp in others. Lance couldn't be mad at him. He just wasn't in the mood for company. He didn't want any witness to his well deserved, in his humble opinion, pity party.

“You still there?" the same voice again and again and again.

"Yes sorry, just a bit distracted. You were saying?"

"Nothing important, the burns will heal. You don't sound alright, though"

"Yeah, not really, just soaking in the tub and waiting for the strength to dry and go to bed. I think I was actually napping before your call"

"That why you didn't answer the door?"

"Oh, it was you? Sorry, couldn't really get up"

When he was done talking, the only sound he could hear for a couple seconds was the breath coming from his phone.

"Fernando, are you sure you're ok?"

"You fell asleep...Lance, that's incredibly dangerous!"

If before Fernando's voice was an ok company, now Lance was starting to be irritated by it. He wasn't a child, he knew the risks of his own actions.

"Haven't you heard? Apparently I'm a danger to others, so why not be one to myself?"

Lance was greeted by silence, as the words he just said rang into his own ears. Before he could apologise, the Spanish man spoke.

"Lance what do you mean?"

Lance sagged in the tub, feeling more tired than ever.

"Nothing Fernando, it's nothing, just in a bad mood. Sorry"

"Lance, I know you. I have seen you frustrated and angry, this is not it. What's going on?" asked Fernando, and Lance couldn't take it anymore. Slowly, salty tears started to fall from his eyes. He tried to be as quiet as possible, but he couldn't really hide his sobs from the other man.

"Lance, it's ok. Just open the door. We don't have to talk, but I want...I don't want you to be alone."

"Why, so that I don't do anything stupid?" He tensed, drying his cheeks and furiously rubbing his eyes, starting to feel too many emotions all at once, sadness and frustration and anger and guilt and a sense of general pointlessness.

"Because you deserve to not be. You deserve whatever you need in this moment, a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen to your struggles or simply someone close" his firm but gentle voice was starting to calm Lance.

Sighing, Lance relaxed his muscles.

"Give me two minutes."

"Take your time. I'll wait" And what was that supposed to mean? But Lance didn't have the brain power to ponder about it, so he hummed and hung up. He rose from the tub and, carefully stepping out, started to dry himself. When he was satisfied, he unplugged the tub, almost fixating on the water swirl, but he had clothes to put on and a complicated teammates situation to solve. He put on a simple pair of gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt, once again thankful for the AC that cooled the room down.

When he opened the door, Fernando was leaning on the opposite wall, calm and patient, black pajama pants and an unzipped hoodie on top of a simple black t-shirt. Lance really didn't know what to think, so he simply let him in.

Lance's bare feet sang because of the textured carpet, but his legs almost gave out, weighted by his tiredness, so he decided to sit on the couch as normally as possible, heavily leaning the small of his back on its arm and his head on the back of it, hunched over his raised knees. Normal, see?

"So..." he didn't want to feel awkward, but couldn't help himself. What do you say to a legend that is your teammate and is showing real (or deep faked) concern, who you have a totally-platonic-not-at-all-romantic crush on and were also deeply convinced that hung around only because paid or, even worse, forced to? Yeah, Lance didn't know either, so awkward silence it was.

"Have you drunk?" Right, because Lance was incapable of being responsible, ok then.

"Yes, I have. Now you can leave."

The rollercoaster of emotions was draining him after all that went down on the track. He just wanted to curl up in a ball on his bed, cry if he could find the strength, and then sleep. But the other man seemed to have other plans. He nodded, then went to the kitchen, taking off his hoodie and throwing it on the first chair available, and started filling up two glasses. When he returned, he sat on the other side of the couch and offered him one of them, whilst drinking the other.

Grabbing it, Lance had to grudgingly admit that he was thirsty, so he slowly drank without making eye contact. There had to be a limit to the awkward silence and the embarrassing situations, right? Wrong.

Soon after finishing his glass, Fernando slipped closer to Lance. The Canadian couldn't look at him, so he closed his eyes and rested his forehead on his right knee.

"Lance, I understand if you don't want to talk, really do. But I'd prefer if you allowed me to be here with you" his tone was so sickeningly sweet that it made something in Lance snap.

"And I'd rather pref..." he started angrily, but couldn't even finish the sentence because his eyes landed on the bandages on Fernando's right arm: they started just under his elbow, and disappeared beneath the short sleeve of his t-shirt.

"What the fuck happened?" asked Lance, suddenly panicking and unfurling from his previous position to gently take a hold of Fernando's hand, studying the bandages and carefully turning the arm to get a better look. He was so preoccupied with his scrutiny that he didn't notice how the other man was looking at him, expression soft and open, endeared by his cat-like teammate: prickly, fast mood changes, in need of some affection but too stubborn to ask for it or even accept it once freely given.

Fernando simply shrugged, without disturbing Lance's hold.

"The car wasn't properly sealed. I have some first degree burns, but nothing serious."

When Lance deemed the situation under control, he finally realised that he was holding Fernando's hand. He started blushing furiously, quickly releasing it, but when he tried to move his left hand away, that's when Fernando himself caught it and tightly gripped it, keeping him in place.

Lance met the older man's gaze, intense and sharp.

A few seconds passed, silence engulfing them.

With a tired sigh, Lance collapsed on the back of the couch, hand still held.

"Fernando, what do you want, honestly? Why are you here?"

"I already told you, I just don't want you to be alone. Because I'm old, and I'm selfish and I can't bear to see you hurt and alone."

These were words Lance had never expected to be directed to him, even less by Fernando. But he couldn't deny his presence was comforting. So he chose the path of least resistance: he leaned to his right and put his forehead on his teammate's left shoulder, trying to be delicate about it, but when a hand sneaked in his hair, starting massaging his skull, he completely melted.

"I can't talk, not right now. Tomorrow, if you're still interested..."

"I'll be here, just waiting for you. Now sleep, gatito"

As if been given his last order, Lance felt himself fall asleep without a care in the world, leaving an even more endeared Fernando to massage his back, watching him carefully and swearing to himself to be by his side for as long as possible.

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Nu carnival x werewolf reader

Sfw 🤍 version, gn

Yakumo

You met while he was still living with his grandparents on the farm. You met in human form but we're too nervous to interact. Not until some bandits were targeting his grandparents and you couldn't help but shift into your giant beastly form to scare them off. It worked but before you could slip away Yakumo followed you to say thank you. He hates confrontation and loves how you can protect him without actually having to hurt people. You make him feel safe. Oh and he loves to pet your fur!

Edmond

He was originally tasked with hunting you down when your wolf form scared the citizens. When he found you and actually talked to you you opened up and got close. He hunted a mutant wolf instead to protect you when he realized you weren't an actual threat. He loves your company when he has night patrols in either form. He appreciates how protective you can be but he struggles with expressing his affections and gratitude.

Olivine

He thought you were a church grim at first. A big dark wolf like dog who protects the church. He was embarrassed to find out you were a werewolf and not a grim. It's a cute name though so eventually it becomes his nickname for you. Rumors spread how the church and priest are protected by a fierce grim so now people leave you alone in your wolf form thinking you were sent by the god of Klein as a protector. You don't mind the rumors though. People don't mess with you much anymore because now they see you as a protector.

Quincy

For a guy that spends all his time in the woods he has never met someone quite like you before. If you fall asleep with Topper he thinks that is the cutest thing in the world, and will definitely nap right along with the two of you. His instincts in the woods are just as sharp as yours are but it's nice to have company that respects nature as much as he does. He likes how you can easily take care of yourself and he doesn't have to worry about you.

Kuya

He makes it very clear that yokai are more impressive than werefolk. Always bringing up how you don't have magic and calling you “puppy” because you aren't a few hundred years old like he is. He's just trying to get a rise out of you. He likes being able to watch you shift between your forms, and does actually respect you even though he refuses to show it. Your senses are sharp and you can actually tell when he's casting an illusion. That he finds extremely impressive and will brag about.

Blade

He thinks you are the cutest thing ever, both forms, always. Big razor sharp claws, adorable and he wants to hold hands. A maw filled with teeth like arrowheads, cute enough to kiss. Big intimidating frame, more to cuddle. He will smother you with love and affection if you let him. It's kind of funny when a stranger calls you scary and he is genuinely confused and asks how. He didn't even realize you hade more than one form because he recognizes people from their essence rather than sight, and your essence is the same in both forms.

Garu

Wolf? Wolf! He is so happy to have you as a partner! Both of you have similar instincts and can read each other's reactions immediately. Your wolf form makes him feel safer and he loves watching your tail wag when you're happy. He likes your human form too but he finds human body language harder to read so he prefers your wolf form. He wants to know how you're feeling.

Karu

Hunting dates! He loves your wolf form so much, but it did scare him a little in the beginning. Not that he'll ever admit he was scared. Also he says because you are a werewolf you are better than the other humans around. He's trying to say he sees you as an equal as best as he can. He actually warms up to you faster in your human form but he admires your powerful wolf form so much.

Dante

You were probably brought to the palace in your wolf form when some guards thought you were just a beast. They brought you to Dante because of his beast taming. No one expected you two to start dating. It makes sense though with both of you being protective and respecting each other's strength. He doesn't treat you like a monster and genuinely values you as a person. His guards have also gotten stronger since you arrived because he punishes them with training if he heard anyone call you a beast or monster.

Rei

I will come back and edit this if I can ever think about anything other than ‘he wants to study you’. Yeah I know I need to re play his story to get more of his characterization.

Eiden

He’s seen so many different creatures in this world that you being a werewolf does not even faze him anymore. Some of the clan members may be a little jealous that you and Eiden are so close despite you not having a gem. Whatever though, Eiden likes you just the way you are so the others are just going to have to get over it.

Aster

You may come to the manor looking like a wolf but will leave looking like a poodle. Lord help whatever poor soul who says you are scary or ugly or really anything about your appearance. Aster is going to ruin their lives. Even if you have thick skin or ignore insults he does not. No one is allowed to be rude to his partner. He loves when you play with his pups and he blushes if you say the two of you are like parents.

Morvay

More forms means more fun! Even for wholesome reasons. He loves when you are in wolf form and he is in his little bat bear form and it's just a big cuddle pile. It looks like when one of those big dogs has a tiny little stuffed animal toy from an outside perspective, very cute. Aster let's you stay at the manor only because Morvay begged and Asters wolves like you. He is used to gathering blackmail on people because of Aster, so if anyone is mean to you he is more than happy to give some juicy info to Aster.

[bonny-kookoo]

Yoongi: 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 (2)

In which he doesn't realize all the things that are going to happen when going on a trip with you.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Yoongi, Human!Reader, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), friends to lovers, blood (duh), red haired Yoongi, Listen I am Jungkook focused but I will put Vampire Yoongi on the menu and you'll better finish your plate

Additional Chapter Warnings: consumption of blood, there's that sweet tension again, yes I will torture you on this ride

Chapter Length: short/mid

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"Alright- did you check everything?" He asks you again, knowing how forgetful you can be sometimes- and you nod while he opens the passenger door of the Campervan he'd rented out. "Here, let me help.." he offers almost immediately when he sees you struggle a little to get in, hands offering help to make sure you won't fall by accident.

All while simultaneously trying not to stare at your butt too much.

"Thanks." You beam at him now seated, and he tells you to be careful before he closes the door, walking around the van to get to the driver's side. He's both excited and also a bit unsure at the same time; you'll be sharing the same sleeping space for a week after all, compressed to the confined space of the campervan for the duration of the trip. And while he's internally very much happy at the thought of having you this close, he's also worried of something potentially happening that'll make you uncomfortable.

Though he's promised himself to stay respectful of your boundaries. He'd never try and persuade you into something you might not truly want, after all.

"You can sleep, by the way." He tells you as he starts driving, pulling out of the parking lot. "It'll be a while until we're at the camping ground." He informs you, and you nod, taking off your shoes for now. It's still early in the day, sun having not even risen completely- so you happily take the invitation to nap, trying to get comfortable. "Here- there's my jacket, you can put that, I don't know.. against the window, maybe." He mumbles, offering his coat towards you.

"Thank you, Yoongi." You say, doing just what he suggested- his scent on his clothes giving you immense comfort. "For.. the trip too, I mean." You say more quietly, and he shrugs.

"I needed some time off anyway." He tells you. "Can't really produce anything if I don't have any inspiration, you know." He offers, keeping his eyes on the road.

"How're you gonna.. you know, go about the whole blood thing by the way?" You wonder, watching him drive.

"I fed yesterday, if that's your question." He chuckles a little, though you seem awfully.. disappointed almost.

"Oh."

You're not sure why you're a little bummed out by that. Sure, Yoongi is a guy that isn't tied to you in any way, he can have fun with whomever he pleases. But still, it kind of makes you a little upset that he just isn't at all interested in you whatsoever. It's something that doesn't surprise you though- he truly seems to just see you as family maybe, a little sister of some sorts.

"I couldn't take the bag with me anyways, it was about to spoil." He shrugs, and you perk up at that- something he notices in the corner of his vision.

"Oh." You repeat again- but this time, a lot less upset.

"Did you think I bit someone?" He jokes, and you turn away from him at that, rather snuggling into his coat to avoid seeing his shit-eating grin he's got on his lips, gummy smile showing as he laughs to himself.

It's small moment like these that give him hope. Hope that you might see him like he sees you after all, hope that there is potential for something more down the line, that you're maybe just shy.

He hopes, at least, that that's what's actually going on.

"We're you hoping I'd feed from you instead?" He asks impishly so, and you squeeze your eyes shut at that.

"I'm asleep." You argue.

"You're not." He laughs, still concentrating on the road to make sure you're still on the correct road.

"I mean-" you ramble, pouting a bit as you speak, voice muffled but definitely clear enough for him to understand. "-if you, you know, wanted to- or needed, I don't know, I mean.." you shrug. "-I wouldn't mind. I'd let you, you know." You mumble, and he shakes his head.

"You shouldn't." He tells you. "What if I can't stop?" He lowly suggests, and you look at him intently.

"I'll kick you in the balls."

He bursts out laughing at that, absolutely amused by your honestly dizzying change of boldness every few sentences. You'll say the oddest things with a straight face sometimes, and it's just one of many things he truly fell In love with over the course of your friendship.

"That'll certainly stun me for a good moment, I'll give you that." He praises, making you giggle as well next to him.

"You'd be nice though." You nod, closing your eyes again. "You wouldn't hurt me." You say, and he nods to himself.

"Hmhm." He affirms softly, changing lanes while you slowly doze off next to him.

And as he continues to drive you to the camping ground, he avoids any bumps in the road to make sure you'll sleep just fine.

[linagram]

[ 𝙷𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚁𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚊'𝚜 𝚃𝟹 𝚅𝙳 ] 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 (𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙽𝚘𝚠)

the last prisoner vd of the current linagram. we did it everyone. we're here.

Warnings for Reina's VD: Reina's relationship with her brother wasn't exactly abusive, but it was far from perfect.

Warnings for Reina's MV: there's a lot of violence, but the blood is "censored" and gets mentioned only closer to the end.

(sounds of footsteps)

Hinode: ...

Miki: .. Hinode-san, are you okay?

Hinode: .. I-I'm fine, haha. Just a little tired.

Hinode: All those interrogations have been so overwhelming..

Miki: O-oh.. I understand.

Miki: It's your first trial too..

Hinode: .. This might sound weird, but..

Hinode: Do you mind if I take a short nap during Reina-san's interrogation?

Hinode: I'm sure you and Eiji-san will figure everything out without me.

Miki: Um..

Miki: Hinode-san, you're actually.. u-uh..

Miki: Very smart.

Miki: So it would be nice if you could-

Hinode: Come on, Miki-san. I know you will do a good job without me.

Hinode: And also..

Hinode: I've been feeling a bit.. like I don't belong here.

Miki: What do you mean-

Miki: Ah-

Hinode: Woah, be more careful.

Hinode: You almost tripped.. You must be very tired.

Miki: ".. His grip is very tight-"

Miki: I-it's okay. It's the last interrogation anyway.

Miki: So about you feeling like you don't belong-

Hinode: Please forget what I just said.

Hinode: I'm not an attention seeker like my brother, haha.

(the door opens)

Hinode: Hello there, Reina-san. How are you doing?

Reina: .. Fine, I guess.

Hinode: Hmm, you don't really sound that enthusiastic.

Reina: Well, I've been voted innocent twice in a row, even though I kept begging you to vote me guilty.

Reina: Haha.. Now I understand that it doesn't matter what kind of verdict I want. 

Reina: Just as you can vote someone guilty even though they want you to forgive them, you can easily vote someone innocent even if they want you to punish them.

Reina: So much power in your hands and for what?

Hinode: Please, if you have any issues with that, talk to Eiji-san and Miki-san. I'm not really passionate about morals and such. 

Hinode: *yawns* I really think I should rest..

Reina: Wait-

Reina: (to Miki) Did he just.. fall asleep during an interrogation?

Miki: A-and so quickly too..

(sound of a screen turning on)

Eiji: Huh..

Eiji: Guess it's just you and me interrogating her, Guard 002.

Eiji: Just like the old times, haha.

Miki: .. Y-yeah, haha.

Miki: ".. I'm so glad Eiji-san is here."

Miki: "But still.. why is he so nice to me?"

Reina: .. Can we just not do it?

Miki: What?

Reina: I don't want to do the interrogation.

Eiji: *laughs* You think we care? 

Eiji: You still have to answer our questions, whether you want it or not.

Reina: Okay. What questions do you have left?

Reina: Actually, no, I'll just tell you the whole story.

Reina: Fine, I wasn't a serial killer. That was just me putting on an act, hoping that you will execute me right after the first trial. I hated myself that much. I still do.

Reina: I still was a bad person though. A horrible one.

Reina: Me and my friend robbed people for fun, we liked to beat them up, break into their houses, we did a lot of bad stuff.

Reina: .. Well.. I didn't really enjoy it.

Reina: But I don't want to talk about why I did it.

Eiji: If you're going to tell us the whole story, make sure to tell us literally the whole story. Tell us everything.

Reina: .. Okay, fine. Fine, what do you want me to say? I hated myself. I hated my family. I hated my life.

Reina: I had way too much anger inside and had no idea how to release it. 

Reina: I guess that was just.. a really bad coping mechanism.

Miki: Did your family know?..

Reina: .. My brother did.

Reina: But he still believed that it was just my friends' bad influence. He couldn't imagine me actually enjoying doing something like that. 

Reina: I've told him so many times that it's not his business and that he should ignore it, but.. he refused to listen.

Reina: That stupid kid was obsessed with "saving" me.

Reina: .. He was a lot like you, Guard 002.

Miki: ...

Eiji: ...

Reina: What's wrong, Guard 001? Do you find this situation familiar as well?

Eiji: S-shut up.

Reina: So, one day he decided to pay a visit to my friends and tell them to basically leave me alone.

Reina: *laughs* .. That did not go well.

Reina: My friends knew that I have a brother, but they have never seen him before. They just saw him as a random annoying kid.

Reina: According to them, he also never said that he was my brother, he just told them to stay away from his sister, but never told them my name.

Reina: .. I don't really believe them, to be honest.

Miki: .. You think your friends would have still beaten him up even if they knew he was your brother?

Reina: They looked shocked when they finally noticed the resemblance and they really were sorry, but.. I think he would have definitely told them that I was his sister.

Reina: They probably just ignored it or didn't believe him. They're idiots, I know.

Reina: A-and..

Reina: *takes a breath* When I came back, I saw.. 

Reina: ...

Miki: Y-you don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to-

Eiji: Your brother's corpse, right?

Miki: Eiji-san!

Eiji: We already know it was her brother. She has no choice but to talk about it.

Reina: .. Yeah. Yeah, it was his corpse.

Reina: They didn't want to kill him and it was an accident. 

Reina: One of them pushed him too hard and his head ended up hitting the wall of one of the buildings they were standing next to.

Reina: .. T-they told me he died instantly.

Miki: .. Do you believe them?

Reina: .. I don't know. I want to believe he did. 

Reina: It's not really fun to imagine your brother slowly dying from blood loss, you know?

Eiji: Has anyone else seen what happened? It must have been an intense fight, I'm sure someone would have heard it.

Reina: It was pretty late and not that many people live in that area, so.. No one heard it. Even if someone did, they didn't do anything about it.

Miki: But.. If you weren't the one who murdered him.. 

Miki: Then why-

Reina: I was the one who murdered him.

Reina: If it wasn't for me being an idiot, this fight would have never happened.

Reina: He wouldn't have to go and ask my friends to leave me alone. And I just kept arguing with him, yelling at him and telling him to ignore the fact that his sister is a criminal.

Reina: And because he admired me way too much for some reason, he..

Reina: .. I can't do this.

Reina: Why am I telling you two this anyway? You will just vote me innocent again.

Reina: I-I don't really care about my verdict that much anymore, but.. 

Reina: .. Even if the best punishment for me would be to continue living, I still want to-

Miki: Himura-san.

Miki: E-even if you really were a bad older sister..

Miki: From one bad older sister to another, I want you to know that I forgive you.

Miki: I genuinely don't think it was your fault. 

Miki: You weren't the one who murdered him, so.. How can we vote you guilty now that we know that for sure?

Eiji: I'm still here, by the way.

Miki: B-but Eiji-san, you agree that Himura-san is innocent, right?

Eiji: Just like she said, if it wasn't for her being a terrible sister, all of this wouldn't have happened. She should have known better.

Miki: Eiji-san! We already voted her innocent two times, what's the point in us voting her guilty this time?  What will she learn from that? It doesn't make any sense for us to do so, considering the verdict system-

Eiji: ...

Reina: ...

Miki: .. I wasn't supposed to say that, right?

Reina: Verdict system?..

Reina: What verdict system?

Reina: Tell me everything you know.

Miki: We're not supposed to tell you that-

Reina: I will accept any verdict, just please, tell me about the verdict system!

(sound of Reina standing up)

Miki: Himura-san, let's just forget about it-

Miki: ".. Forget.."

Miki: "But what if she notices?"

Reina: Just tell me what's going on! I want to know more about this place!

Reina: I'm not asking you to tell me who's in charge, at least tell me how your verdicts work! 

Eiji: .. "Our verdicts"-

Miki: Himura-san, please, let's calm down. 

Miki: "I should distract her somehow-"

Miki: !

Miki: .. Where's Eiji-san?

Reina: You think you can trick me like that?

Reina: ..  Wait, where is he?

Miki: The screen isn't showing him..

Miki: I-it's okay, maybe he just.. needed to go to the bathroom or something?  

Miki: "Where is he. Where is he. Where is he. Where is he. Where is he. Where is he. Where is he-"

Miki: "W-wait, maybe that was his idea from the start?"

Miki: "R-right! He probably just wanted to distract Himura-san, so that I can use the memory machine on her!"

Miki: "Ah, Eiji-san is so smart!"

Miki: "I just have to-"

Miki: ...

Miki: "Where is it."

(the door opens)

(sounds of someone running)

Eiji: *breathes heavily* 

Eiji: .. Miki, we-

Miki: Eiji-san! What are you doing here?!

Miki: You couldn't have gotten here so quickly-

(sounds of Eiji's footsteps)

Miki: ...

Eiji: .. Huh?

Eiji: W-where the hell am I?..

Eiji: And who are you all? And what is this.. thing?

Miki: .. Himura-san.

Miki: What have you done.

Reina: Haha.. I guess you could say this was my plan all along.

Reina: I wanted to get rid of one of these things, but still wanted to use the other one on you two.. well, you three.

Reina: You all are victims just like the rest of us. You will continue worshipping Milgram no matter what, so I had no choice but to make you forget about it.

Miki: .. How did you get it-

Miki: Don't point it at me!

Reina: But it's your turn, Miki-chan~

Reina: I couldn't break the video machine, but at least it's easy to use and break this one.

Miki: "The video machine!"

Miki: "I have to extract her video right now-"

Miki: ...

Reina: .. Miki-chan?

Reina: Did it.. work?

Reina: .. Why are you so quiet, Miki-chan?

Eiji: Can someone tell me what's going on?..

Reina: Miki-chan-

Reina: !

Hinode: I'll take that, thank you.

Reina: .. So you weren't actually asleep, huh.

Hinode: Haha, you got me~

Hinode: Though I am still feeling a bit sleepy..

Hinode: But it's okay, I can wait.

Hinode: Now, Prisoner 010, Reina..

Hinode: Could you do me a favor and sing your sins?

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[ Reina's Trial 3 MV: (Un) Forgivable ]

Her video starts with showing us an empty street. The weather is sunny and we can also see a lot of graffiti around. We see a young woman walking and turning around to see Reina and her friends standing not so far away from her. Reina points right at her and we hear her say:

"Get her".

We see that woman lying on the ground and crying and Reina walks closer to her and touches the woman's chin and makes her look into Reina's eyes. 

"Useless, all of them

Nobody would care if I cried, if I laughed, if I even simply existed

It's like I exist to be everyone's good girl

But I can't even do that, oh, what a failure, what a failure I am!"

The woman doesn't understand what's going on and then Reina stands up, kicks her in the stomach, making her cough.. neon green paint? 

"What about becoming everyone's bad girl?

Sorry to disappoint, but I can't even do that

They keep saying I'm innocent, that "it can't be that bad"

Hey, guys, I haven't finished telling you everything"

And then she walks away. Her friends laugh and even clap and they all leave. 

As they walk, they see a group of people who are most likely the same age as them and who also look like delinquents. Reina's friends turn to her, waiting for her order and she nods. 

"Too bad to be an angel, too good to be a devil

Shut up, shut up, I'm the one who makes all the choices

Your honor, I'm not done, won't you hear me out?

You've already made your decision? Sorry, but I won't hear you out"

The whole street immediately gets covered in paint, almost looking like a rainbow because of all the colors. Reina just casually continues walking, somehow avoiding all the paint while her friends and the other delinquents get completely covered in it. 

"All of them? So guilty, guilty! 

"You are innocent" Haha, no, I am innocence itself!

This kind of behavior is unforgivable?

Just remove the "un", make it forgivable!"

In the end, she's seen sitting on a pile of bodies that are covered in paint as well and she looks bored and apathetic. We can see a young boy who looks a lot like Reina's little brother, Neiro, walking by and stopping to look at his sister. He runs away before she can notice him.

It's getting late and we see Neiro walking up to Reina's friends, but it looks like Reina is not with them right now. 

"What are you doing? You know I don't deserve it

Trying to save me? Oh, I'm honored

Sorry, but I've already made my decision

Hearing you out was never an option for them"

He's trying to have a conversation with them, but they just laugh at him and it looks like they're telling him to leave. Neiro actually looks a bit scared, but he refuses to do so and even tries to attack one of them. He fails and Reina's friends shrug and start beating him up. 

"Stupid weakling, get out of my way

This is my revolution, I will never obey

Good kids like you should go to bed

Or else your future will become as dark as this night"

The street becomes colorful again and Reina comes back and it looks like she's about to say hi, but then she stops and looks at the scene in front of her. 

"All of them? So guilty, guilty! 

"You are innocent" Haha, no, I am innocence itself!

This kind of behavior is unforgivable?

Then why did you still forgive me?"

Everything around her starts becoming blurry and she sees her little brother lying up against the wall and his head is covered in paint. The paint is changing colors really quickly until it finally becomes red and we can see how the scene actually looked like and how bad Neiro's head injury was. 

The scene suddenly changes and now we see a cute little Reina doll appear on the screen. The dolls of her friends start to appear too.

"Okay everyone! What should the punishment be for this awful, horrible sin?"

Silence. The Reina doll's smile becomes wider.

"Correct answer! We shouldn't punish her at all!"

All of her friends' expressions become happier too and they start to smile and laugh and we can hear everyone cheering and clapping in the background.

The scene glitches and we go back to reality. Reina is carrying Neiro's body (even though it's hard to see it because it looks very blurry) and her friends, who look very worried, run up to her and try to offer help. She ignores them and continues walking. 

"I did it, I did it, it was my fault

Look at me, this is the truth you've been avoiding all this time

"It was an accident", "She wasn't the one who did it"

So this is forgivable? Add the "un", make it unforgivable"

We can see more and more red paint (or blood?) appear on her clothes while her friends look completely fine. We can still hear the cheering and clapping and it gets louder and louder and gets mixed with sounds of someone crying and screaming. It actually sounds a lot like Reina is the one crying and screaming. 

Finally, Reina lets Neiro's body fall on the ground and turn into more paint. The paint gets on Reina's body and clothes and she turns to her friends who all look terrified. 

Reina, however, smiles widely and gives them a thumbs up. 

"Come on, put your best smile on, let's dance while everyone's heads roll

The queen of innocence is here, her trial is over

To the ones who are watching, to the ones who can hear me

What you're doing is truly UNFORGIVABLE"

The scene glitches again and her friends' expressions change to happy ones and they all lift Reina up and we can hear all of them go "Yay!~" in the background.

The video ends.

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Hi Dove! The event is so cute 😊 welcome to Tumblr babes we're glad to have you here.

I'd like to do scenes from a witch hat 👀 if I may have Bakugou, in case you don't want any repeat characters I'd love to see Nagi

I couldn't pick between 13 or 7 so which ever calls to you!

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hi, thank you! i appreciate the warm welcome ♡

since i have a few bakugou asks already, i think i’m gonna write for nagi on this one. (◠ω◠✿) plus the prompt fits well because it is…

💛 13. SLEEPOVER • s. nagi

no warnings, just cuteness

It happens quite often that Nagi falls asleep in one place and wakes up somewhere else. He could swear he just barely let his eyes rest shut at the restaurant, wasn’t even planning on taking a nap, but now he’s blinking himself awake in an only slightly familiar room.

Sitting up, Nagi rubs bleary eyes with the palms of his hands then glances around. Yeah, he knows this apartment, knows it’s yours, and feels his sleepy heart start to beat just a little harder at the thought.

Where are you? And where’s Reo? Surely he’s gotta be somewhere nearby, wouldn’t just dump Nagi at his crush’s house like some kind of stupid wingman.

Actually, yes he would. Reo’s whole thing is keeping Nagi happy, so yeah, he absolutely would do something like this on purpose.

“Oh, hey, you’re awake,” he hears you say as you glide into your living room. “There’s some soup on the stove if you want some. It’s raining outside so I thought something warm would be nice.”

Right. The rain. Nagi remember it tapping on the window of the café. That’s what made him shut his eyes. He can still hear it now, pattering against your apartment building, and almost immediately he feels drowsy again.

“Thanks,” Nagi mumbles. “S’Reo here?”

You shake your head. “He went to play soccer with some friends.”

“But… rain.”

You shrug your shoulders where you now sit perched on the arm of the couch. “He seemed especially excited about that. Said mud makes it more fun.”

Nagi wrinkles his nose. No wonder Reo left him behind. He knew there was no way he would have been able to convince Nagi to play with him.

“He should be done soon. It’s getting pretty late,” you hum. Nagi checks his phone and finds a message from Reo—a selfie—of his friend splattered with mud and the caption ‘no idea what you’re missing!’. He also sees that it’s nearly ten o’clock.

“Dang. Guess I should head home then.”

“You don’t have to,” you say quickly, and when Nagi looks at you, he sees a hopeful glimmer in your eyes. “I mean, I don’t mind the company. Plus, it’s so gross outside. Just… stay the night.”

His heart picks up its pace again, reminding Nagi of the way he always has to push himself during soccer matches. Just a little harder, a little faster, it’ll be worth it. The goal is in sight.

Is it with you, though? Is tonight a pivotal point between you and Nagi? There’s been what he thinks might be flirting—sly glances, badly hidden smiles, cute giggles—but it could all just be normal friendly behavior. Reo has tried to tell him time and time again that ‘bro, she has a thing for you, just make a move!’ but Nagi has never been the proactive type, and honestly he’s just kind of scared to ruin anything. What he has with you now is good. It’s easy. It’s low maintenance friendship.

But like… he also wouldn’t mind being able to hold your hand and kiss the tip of your nose so… a sleepover, huh?

He wonders what it’ll entail. As he slurps the warm, homey soup, a million cliché possibilities run through his mind.

Movies? Boring. Pillow fights? Exhausting. Are you about to give him a makeover? Wasteful. Makeup is expensive.

No. It turns out sleepovers are way more fun now than Nagi remembers. Or they are with you.

Instead of rom-coms and eyeshadow, he spends his night with you wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, the weight of you against his chest soothing him in and out of sleep. It’s definitely something he could get used to. Even if in the future you do decide to test out shades of blush on him or chuck pillows at his head, Nagi doesn’t think he’ll care as long as the night still ends up like this.

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Bookwyrm1982 is available

Bookwyrm1982: hey

Violet_M00n: Hey buddy! How's things?

Bookwyrm1982: they're good. Can I ask you something?

Violet_M00n: Anything at all, what is it you want to know?

Bookwyrm1982: can you tell me more about the future? You mentioned a pandemic...

Violet_M00n: Ah, I was wondering when you'd bring that up. Yeah it was a disease knows as Covid-19, which spread massively across the world in 2020.

Violet_M00n: The whole world went into lockdown, economies shut down, people were told to stay indoors. It was a mess until they developed the vaccine a year later.

Violet_M00n: Hundreds of thousands of people died, which is what you'd expect. But there were also things you didn't expect.

Bookwyrm1982: like what?

Violet_M00n: like how people went wild panic-buying toilet paper. (make a note to yourself to stock up in 2019)

Bookwyrm1982: oh did the disease cause diarrhea or something?

Violet_M00n: Not at all, it was an upper respiratory illness. IS a respiratory illness, it's still around even though people don't act like it.

Bookwyrm1982: oh. Then why did they buy toilet paper?

Violet_M00n: who knows, probably some viral post or something convinced people it would run out, and then the news started reporting it which made more people panic buy it...

Bookwyrm1982: The virus spread through the mail?

Violet_M00n: What? No, why would you think that?

Violet_M00n: OH, right. Viral post. That just means it got spread around LIKE a virus. Not that it actually was one.

Bookwyrm1982: that sounds confusing

Violet_M00n: Language frequently is.

Bookwyrm1982: so what else was weird?

Violet_M00n: Culture kinda shifted massively. No one could leave their homes, so people started taking up hobbies. Like baking sourdough bread, or learning magic, or whatever.

Violet_M00n: A lot of us were saved thanks to the new Animal Crossing game. And massive online games like Among Us and Fall Guys became super popular.

Violet_M00n: Everyone learned quickly how to video chat. Zoom, the name of one of the platforms, became a household name.

Violet_M00n: People, mostly conservatives, started protesting having to wear masks and not being able to get haircuts.

Violet_M00n: And our government pretty much abandoned us all, trying to pretend the pandemic wasn't happening.

Bookwyrm1982: that sounds awful :(

Violet_M00n: Oh, it was. But there was good in it too. For example our partner and I got to grow really close because of it. And we gave up caffeine.

Bookwyrm1982: really? Why?

Violet_M00n: Seemed as good a time as any. Didn't really ever have to be up at a certain time, could nap if I needed to.

Violet_M00n: And now I don't need to worry Bout getting headaches if I can't find coffee, or falling asleep in the afternoon from the caffeine crash.

Bookwyrm1982: bit don't you miss coffee?

Violet_M00n: Yeah, a little. But now I can focus on coffee I actually like, rather than taking whatever I can get. It's freeing. And decaf isn't really all that bad, if you get the good stuff.

Bookwyrm1982: I couldn't even imagine.

Violet_M00n: I know, but there's a lot of stuff we could never imagine.

Bookwyrm1982: like you being a girl?

Violet_M00n: US being a girl, but yes, that's one.

Bookwyrm1982: I don't see how I could ever be brave enough to dress like a girl in public.

Bookwyrm1982: I just know everyone would stare at me, or make fun of me.

Violet_M00n: A lot of that is social anxiety talking. A lot of it is, sadly, true in your time too. People still use gay as an insult, after all.

Bookwyrm1982: I don't.

Violet_M00n: You do, and I don't hold it against you. You're just fitting in.

Bookwyrm1982: :( sorry

Violet_M00n: It's all good, don't worry.

Violet_M00n: Eventually we get experienced enough with the world that we stop caring so much what other people think, at start living life for ourselves.

Bookwyrm1982: I don't think I could ever do that.

Violet_M00n: You will. You could now, if you tried. Taking the first step will often show you just how much easier the road is than you think. And then it's just one more step, and another, and before you know it you're living life happily, more so than you could ever imagine.

Violet_M00n: But think about it for a sec. Wearing a pretty dress instead of whatever sweatshirt you grab from your dresser first.

Violet_M00n: Imagine hanging out with your girl friends without it being weird or you being the exception.

Violet_M00n: Imagine... Girl's PE class.

Bookwyrm1982: ...that does sound kind of nice

Bookwyrm1982: I've always envied girls for being able to wear so many different things, have so many different looks. While guys just have the default.

Violet_M00n: I know ^^ you'll get there.

Bookwyrm1982: ^^?

Violet_M00n: It's a smiley face. The carats are eyes. It's more Japanese style.

Bookwyrm1982: oic. Do people speak Japanese in the future?

Violet_M00n: No, but we get way more into anime as we get older.

Bookwyrm1982: ugh, japanimation looks so weird though, and everyone is always screaming.

Violet_M00n: heh, it's cultural. You'll start to understand it more, someday.

Violet_M00n: That being said, if you wanted to jump in on the trend now, it would be really cool if we didn't miss the Sailor Moon boat in your timeline. It feels like a cultural touchstone that we really missed out on.

Violet_M00n: You should give it a try. That and Cardcaptor Sakura.

Violet_M00n: And Ranma 1/2

Bookwyrm1982: Oh yeah, that guy from camp was telling me about that.

Violet_M00n: I know :3 you should really check it out.

Bookwyrm1982: is that a kitty face?

Violet_M00n: Yep! I'm sure that exists in your time though.

Bookwyrm1982: maybe. I don't think I've seen it.

Violet_M00n: I'm gonna have to get back to work, so pardon me if I don't respond right away.

Violet_M00n:... Which I'm just now realizing doesn't happen thanks to the time-skipping the client does. Oh well, still seems polite to say.

Bookwyrm1982: np, I'll talk to you soon.

Violet_M00n: or just keep talking now, I'll reply as soon as you do remember?

Bookwyrm1982: right. Time travel is weird.

Violet_M00n: you're telling me!

Violet_M00n is away

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PLeAse! oh hi.

Everyone ignored this request idk why bUT

Okay, we are one and only maid at Beneviento and we are in love obviously. Somehow an assasin or sorts tried to kill Donna, but we prevented it. And now every lord thinks we are a traitor. Some tragedy, some drama, some torture if you will.

I love this request so much?? I didn't add Salvatore cause idk how to write him- at all so- sorry about that! And I may have forgotten Heisenberg until I reread this- SO um sorry!

Sorry this took so long to write

SO REREADING THE REQUEST I FORGOT YOU SAID MAID- IM SORRY. If you want me to rewrite it tell me

Warning(s): failed assassination(is that a warning idk); torture methods- gore- fluff then angst. Some hints/thoughts of su***de- BUT never actually talked about just hinted!! Slightly detailed leading up to death?. Noose mentioning

Y/N used

Donna Beneviento x Reader: Bad Choices

Every month during a big commission- Donna will stay in her workshop. Working herself dry- until she passes out from hunger or exhaustion. Or both. She'd kick Angie out to make sure there's no distractions. So she can do her work in peace.

That's where you came in

"Donna love" you called out knocking on the door "please come rest" Donna smiled softly putting her almost finished doll down.

"Alright"

Stubborn as she is she can't help but agree- she wouldn't want you to grow concerned for her during this time. Placing the paintbrush down she set the doll on a shelf to dry- grabbing a Towel she whipped her hands before turning towards you. Smiling softly her face full of devotion and love- walking towards you she linked her arm with yours

"I believe a nap would do wonders on my mind my dear" Donna spoke softly- Angie running about in the small distance like a toddler would on a playground- but more wild.

"I can't help but agree"

It took three minutes to get Angie to take a nap- the last one minute ended with a bribe. Bake cookies and watch whatever movie she picks out- can the doll eat? No. Does that stop her? Also no. If Angie could she'd currently be drooling in her bed at the thought of the cookies- even though she can't taste it.

Another three minutes spent taking the time to get ready for the nap. Taking turns brushing the others hair while giggling about whatever was on your minds. That all ended in bed- Donna curled into your side her arm stretched out to wrap you into a warm embrace

"I love you"

"I love you more dear"

-

A noise woke the dollmaker up. A creaking sound down the hall- the light sleeper she's known for any noise would awaken her. Yawning softly Donna carefully pulled herself away from your arms. Stopping to make sure you didn't wake up.

Angie must have gotten up again.

Standing up Donna stretched her back popped in a satisfying way before grabbing heryour jacket zipping it up she rubbed her face sleepily. Out of habit grabbing her veil to a wear without a thought. Walking out of the bedroom she started down the hall to the kitchen- only place Angie could be at this hour.

Donna stopped before she turned the corner- even mostly asleep she still felt something off about tonight. She turned to look interesting living room in deep thought. A slow chill swept over her as she did. Her eye caught the window still open- the current blowing gently from the wind. Huffing she walked over closing and locking it

"Can't believe we forgot to clo-" she stopped. No one's been in this room since yesterday. Her heart pounded harshly against her chest. Before she could even yell a fist collided into the side of her head- blinking she couldn't do anything but fall- looking up her ears rang- burned in pain. She looked terrified at the man infront of her- standing up wobbly from the shock and hit to the head- Donna blinked her mind racing. Thinking quickly she screamed out loud- bloody murder in hopes to wake you up- her dolls slowly waking up to come to her rescue.

She only hoped you'd be safe

Slamming into Donna the man didn't give her anymore time to think as he pulled his knife out to stab her- almost successfully doing so if you didn't yank him off sending a punch his way. Donna screamed her dolls finally flying off from where they peacefully laid stabbing the man in his legs and back. Blood was spilled only driving him to even more violence- slashing infront of him wildly he caught your stomach gaining mad once you back up holding your stomach bleeding out.

"NO! PLEASE GET OUT"

Donna sobbed grabbing her scissors to hopefully to scare him off. He barely budged when the shears dug into his shoulder. "Fucking freak" he barked out rushing forward yanking Donna's by her veil pulling it off. He grimaced disgusted by what he saw. An imperfection. Before he grinned. He saw the look of horror in her face when he saw her- the real her.

"You really are a freak ain't ya? Fucking disgusting" pulling his knife from his side out he whipped it on his bloodied shirt. "Here. I'll be nice. Don't wanna look? Don't have to if your blind" cackling to himself Donna cried begging him to let go. Reaching his hand up he struck down missing by just a kick- his aim landing onto Donna's side causing her to scream wildly. Her anxiety spiking- your vision blurred you sprung forward yelling.

Everything became a mush of blood and yelling. You weren't sure what was happening exactly just aware you were fighting him off still. Everything became woozy from the blood loss before everything became black. You fell with a thud.

The last thing you heard was a scream

--

-

Waking up your body was sore. Everything hurt- like you were thrown into something hard. You shivered- it took a moment before everything cleared up. Blinking you looked around confused. A cell. A cold wet cell. You were in a cell. Sitting up you hissed in pain- looking down you took note of the bloodied shirt cut up showing stabbed wounds from the fight with the-

Donna

Fear

Footsteps came down the hall- clicking of heels. The only one you could think of that owned these types of cells. Lady Dimitrescu. Bending down she entered the cell. One look at her face and you knew.

She was pissed

"W-wait what happened to Donn-" "Don't you dare say her name" your face stung. You looked up at Lady Dimitrescu in confusion before realizing. She slapped you grabbing you by your hair she dragged you out of the cell.

"Ow-" a glare sent your way you thought it would be wise to keep silent.

"How dare you. Use her in such a way. Made her believe-" sucking in her breath. The tall lady yanked you up throwing you into a chair. "You disgust me. She loved you."

"I lov-"

"Don't fucking lie to me. I saw it. The blood all around her. The knife in your hand." Blinking tearfully you recalled the events. The knife in your hand...? Oh god

"No you've got it wrong I- I'd never hurt her-"

"But she is."

Your blood ran cold. "Sh- she is? Will she be ok?" Lady Dimitrescu scuffed in disgust but other wise didn't say anything nor did she give you any comfort by ramming you into anything she could possibly pass in the halls. Each corner burned as the gashes on you opened again- bleeding badly.

The cold wet tiles under you did nothing to help you- the broken glass from whatever used to be there didn't either. Just added to your current injury. As you were being dragged off you thought. Why was she behaving like you did something? Like you hurt Donna? You'd never do such a thing.

Not her.

Never her.

"Mother Miranda wants to see you" Lady Dimitrescu spoke her voice full of disgust. Sending a glare your way to warn you of any speaking out of turn. "If it were up to me if feed you to those annoying pests out there. But unluckily for you Mother Miranda wants to see you for what you did."

A door opened and the next thing you knew you were tossed into the room Mother Miranda stood her back towards you. Dread filled you. Something bad was about to happen and you had no idea what it could be. Lady Dimitrescu stood directly behind you pushing you to kneel aggressively. She waited until your gaze fell to the ground.

"Mother Miranda i have brought the... traitor" she spoke clearing her throat. Her voice boomed unlike the usual calm almost respectful she spoke with venom. Venom laced in her voice because it was spoken about you. To Mother Miranda of all people.

Looking up was a mistake

Finally turned around, Mother Miranda stared into your eyes. Cold eyes stared into yours through her mask. You couldn't exactly make out what she could be feeling given her mask but. You could tell she wasn't happy. She was pissed.

"Y/N." Mother Miranda spoke after a while of just staring silently. "What do you have to say for yourself." It was no question. But a demand. When you didn't speak, Lady Dimitrescu grabbed you - her nails dug into your shoulders harshly. Yanking you forward towards Mother Miranda. You still sat kneeled infront of her

"Are you aware of the accusations placed upon you? By Lady Dimitrescu herself. The proof." That you did it left unsaid, but you were more than aware of what she left out. Mother Miranda clicked her tongue in annoyance. It became silent. No noise, even from behind you. She stepped forward. Her heels clicking as she goes towards you. Stopping in front of you, Mother Miranda leaned down close to your ear

"No one hurts my child and gets away with it. Not when I have anything to say about it." You froze in fear. Pissing the Lord's off is one thing - terrifying in its own right but making Mother Miranda mad? You'd much rather deal with anything else than whatever horrors you'll face.

-

"Time to make an example of you."

The rare sleep - if you weren't getting hit. Punched. Choked - it was painful. The only relief of it was when you were knocked out during it all. But waking up bloodied and in pain? The worst type of pain

"Come on. Get up" a harsh hit to your bloodied stomach woke you from your sleep. Looking up you looked at Lady Dimitrescu silently too tired to ask- and knowing better then doing so.

"It's time," she smirked her face dark. "How I've waited for this day." Yanking you up without a word, she dragged you down the hall. Only difference was that she was being careful. Too careful- it sent a shiver down your spine at what she could be planning now. Blinking your face hit the floor. Looking up you saw yet again Mother Miranda sitting in a chair this time infront of you.

You stayed silent

"I've been thinking. Long and hard about a fitting punishment for you, " like the treatment you were being given wasn't even a punishment. Humming she mumbled to herself. Standing up Mother Miranda cleared her thoat

Missing what she said, you let yourself be carried away - unsure of what was happening. No one was telling you anything. No one was believing you. The cold stares of disgust in everyone's face made you want to vomit. What happened to Donna? Why did they think it was you.

Everything went black. Everything was muffled. The voices around you talked yet you couldn't figure out what anyone was saying- hands roughly yanking you up causing you to hiss at the pain. Your body hurt. Everything hurt.

"What better yet to make sure this won't happen again then.. to make it public?"

"What?" Donna froze, staring at Alcina- her face paled at what she just said - at the realization. "they didn't do this."

-

The two of them sat in silence after you left. Mother Miranda moved to sit in her chair again. Rubbing her forehead in exhaustion. "Seeing them brings me great pain from what they've done to my daughter." She spoke "my daughter. She hurt them"

With a buff from her cigarette holder, Lady Dimitrescu looked over. "They deserve what's coming to them. Tricking poor Donna only to betray her.. it's sick" they both agreed silently that it was sick- the thought of gaining trust- making the person fall in love- waiting until their guard was down to attempt murder-? What a sick thought.

Footsteps echoed down the hall rushing towards the door they were in. Mother Miranda stood in attempt to compose herself. A maid rushed in before anyone could ask she hurriedly panted out

"Lady Beneviento is awake!"

Without a word, they rushed out of the room to the one down the hall- opening it there laid Donna covered in bandages- laying their looking more refeshed than when she was brought in practically on deaths doorstep. Looking up she smiled at them

"Donna!" Rushing to her, they started checking her over, ensuring her injuries were better than before - and to their delight they were, they both spoke at the same time unable to keep up Donna let them continue for a couple minutes more glancing at the door every now and again

"My dear sweet daughter-" Mother Miranda spoke reaching over she cradling her face gently to look her in the eye.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes mother"

"Did you get enough rest?"

"Yes mother"

"You can get more- you only slept for about 3 weeks"

"No m- wait." Donna stopped, causing the two to look at her - actually look at her. They noticed how drained she looked while looking refreshed - how she kept looking at the door

"Don't worry. The one who hurt you will not be coming back" Alcina spoke reassuringly. Nodding towards her Donna looked at the door.

"That's not who I'm wondering about.." seeing their confused faces- it cause worry to sink in.

".. where's Y/N?" The room became silent. Mother Miranda hummed at the fleeting thought of what was to come to them. She cleared it up

"We took that traitor in"

Donna looked over, confused - Alcina cleared her throat. "After they failed at killing you, I took them to my celler," she attempted to clear it up.

Silence filled the room. The two lords stared in silence- Mother Miranda stood frozen for another time. Guilt filled them. Terror of what would eventually come. The signs pointed at you being the one who attempted to kill her- Donna.

"What did you do."

But it was wrong

They were wrong.

They just hoped they can make it in time. Before it's too late.

-

The three of them raced down the hall as fast as they could. Alcina barked out orders for any passing by maids. "GET OUT OF THE WAY OR YOU'LL BE THE NEXT WINE" is a threat no one wants to hear from their lady nonetheless. Everyone hurried out of their way if they didn't Want to be crushed.

Throwing the doors open, the three of them raced down the stairs and to the town - it was a shock to the townspeople to see two Lords running wildly like they were fearful much less their own Goddess. One look at Mother Miranda and everyone decided it'd be best to stay out of this. But the look on her face sent fear into their hearts.

Panting from the run, Donna looked around helplessly, with no sign of you anywhere until she heard cheering. Looking to the left of her down the side between the bakery and some random house stood a crowd. A cheering crowd. A weird feeling crept into Donna's stomach and up her throat - like the feeling of throwing up but not.

She didn't know why she felt that way until she heard what they were saying exactly

"KILL THEM"

"TRAITOR TRAITOR!!"

The three of them pushed through the crowd, who became quiet upon seeing them. Donna gasped. There, in the middle of the crowd, sat a small stage. One used for plays - entertainment. This was no normal entertainment. It was a sick form of one. A sick, twisted thought of entertainment. A sick punishment.

A public execution.

There you stood. On a chair. Arms tied behind your back. They at least gave you the privacy of covering your face. A noose wrapped around your neck. It dawned on them on what was about to happen

"I ORDER YOU TO STOP," Mother Miranda yelled out. Everything froze like time slowed down. Donna caught sight of the one holding the rope let go.

They were too slow.

With a loud sickening crack, everything became silent. No words were spoken. No one moved. Then the cheering began- they rid the town of the one who dared harm their Lord.

The assassin failed to kill Donna themself. But where they failed- the lords and Mother Miranda helped. They unknowingly helped destroy Donna's will to live. Her spirit from what they've done to the one person who loved her what she was. Who she was.

Donna stood frozen - unsure of what she saw was real. Was it real? The pain in her chest felt real. The wettness on her cheek felt too real to be a nightmare. The realization kicked in- her lip quivered. Falling to her knees in a sob- a broken sob. Her breath hiccuping from her loud sobs- her screams of pain holding herself. Donna pushed into the ground- the words she spoke muffled from her sobs and ground. It was the loudest anyone's ever heard her.

They killed Donna in the worst way- a fate worse then death.

They took away her heart- her will to keep going. Donna lived for you- and now you're gone.

There's nothing anyone can do

[shanksbaby]

Hi hi!! I really like your writing😊 may I request a Shunsui Kyoraku x female reader where they grew up together and he’s just simping over her. She’s so oblivious to it but he soon straight up says how seriously beautiful she is and whatnot🥰 I hope this is okay!

I hope you have a wonderful day/night and thank you so much if you do write this! <3

hii!! thank you so much AAA. i was inspired so here a little drabble!

Shunsui Kyōraku

Shunsui has known you since you were both five years old, he still remembers after all this time you dragging him for adventures in the woods even though he just wanted to take a nap. He fell in love with you before he knew the word love, but he had never been able to confess it.

although he had never expressed his love for you, he manifested it implicitly over and over again: through his always being there for you, no matter what he was doing. Even once, when he knew you were sad because you knew your boyfriend had cheated on you, he let go of a girl he was kissing with.That day he consoled you all night, lying down next to you and stroking your hair until you fell asleep.

it was clear to everyone what he felt for you, even if every time he tried to deny it, but the only person who did not understand it was you. Probably the fact that he went with any woman was confusing, but you just couldn't get a glimpse of his feelings about him in his actions. You thought he was just a very kind friend.

and that hurt him, it hurt him to see you go out with men who weren't him and consider him a friend. But he could never confess his feelings about him, even though he was good with his words (and also with women); and your being in the clouds didn't help.

by now he was resigned to the fact that he could never have you, he consoled himself that he could still be close to you. Whenever he saw you with a man, he would try to slip off, and walk away drinking some sake. Was it unhealthy in behavior? Yes, but what could he do about it?

today to distract himself from the image of you kissing the nth boy who wasn't him he had drained almost two bottles of sake, he felt his head spinning and a feeling of confusion. Suddenly you came, you were trying to get him up from the table on which his head was resting.

" Shunsui!Come on, get up. I'll take you to your bedroom "you tell him as you pull him by the sleeve of his kimono."

"Y\n …." he murmurs with his eyes still closed. You smell alcohol from his mouth.

you still try in vain to get him up by pulling him harder but unfortunately he is too muscular. You decide to change the method: you slip between your arm and shoulder, and then raise it. Fortunately this time it works.

"Y\n" he murmurs again then add "You know … You are so beautiful, especially under the moonlight. Can I kiss you?"he asks you as he approaches your lips with his duck-shaped mouth.

you're so surprised that you let go of Shunsui's arm, causing him to wobble and then fall.'What? 'you think as you put a hand over your mouth and your eyes are wide open.Then you recollect and think it will actually be too much sake, but then he adds …

"Y\n-chan, why don't you love me?"he moans as he staggers to his feet "I love you so much, do you know?"

you can't say a word. His words literally paralyzed you, you had no idea that Shunsui was feeling things like that, not when he was hanging out with any girl he met.But since in his pitiful condition he could not clarify anything about what you had in your head, you took him back to his room, deciding that the next day you would ask for an explanation.

the next day Shunsui wakes up with a severe headache, even though he drinks every day he never gets used to the hangover. After spending a good ten minutes in bed he gets up and gets dressed and then goes out to do his duties as captain.

after settling in his office he begins to reluctantly handle paperwork, but is interrupted by a knock on the door: it was you. As happy as he was to see your face he was also quite confused, usually you too had to do some work at this time.

seeing his reaction you realized that yesterday he didn't remember anything so you tried to remind him with his own words.

"Y\n-chan, why don't you love me?I love you so much, do you know?"you imitate him.You want to see if there was actually a grain of truth in those words.

his reaction causes you to laugh: he had turned all red and was babbling about how it was nothing, and that he was drunk. As clueless as I might have been about his feelings about him, you knew him enough to say he was lying. So you approached him and silenced him by kissing him.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice, Shunsui."you whisper as you detach yourself from the plump lips.

"It's ok, Y \ N-chan" he whispers too, then leans his lips up.

[sinsiriuslyemo]

A few years ago, I was going through quite a time. My abuelo was very, very sick and had broken his vertebrae, then my abuela had to have surgery, then my dad also needed to have surgery. It was a crazy period, and at the time, with me being so far away from them, I felt completely helpless. All I could think to do about it was write, since writing is often how I deal with emotions. I didn't post it it though, whether it was because I didn't think anyone would be interested or because it was too hard at the time, I couldn't say. But in celebration of 1,000 followers, I wanted to share it.

Running on hardly any sleep and fighting the beginnings of a migraine was not your idea of a fun Saturday. On top of that, you still hadn’t touched your manuscript in weeks and — true to a typical writer — you were feeling guilty about it. You had been working on your debut novel for almost a year and were in the midst of the biggest revision round to date, but you couldn’t seem to find the time to sit down and tackle it. The whole reason you’d left your hometown was so that you could spread your wings, away from the pressures and sometimes suffocating influence of your family members. Living in New York had been your dream since you were a little girl, but now that it had come true, you couldn’t help but feel as though you were squandering it.

  Plopping down on your couch, you decided to take a nap. Maybe it would rejuvenate you enough to actually get some work done and hopefully it would take care of this damn migraine before it got too bad. 

  Just as you closed your eyes and got comfortable, your phone dinged with a new message. You let out a breath, deciding not to answer it and tried to focus on relaxing so that you would fall asleep. It was easier said than done. You tossed and turned and even tried pulling your fluffy, leopard print blanket over your head to shut out all the light, but nothing worked. 

   An hour later, you had given up on the nap and grabbed your phone off the end table as you sat up. A text from your grandmother. 

   At least it was a text and not a phone call. You loved your family, but they often called when it wasn’t the best time for you to talk, which would result in either you sounding angry or them feeling as though you were annoyed with them. You knew you were lucky to have both sets of grandparents still alive, that often when people found out that you had all four grandparents they would tell you how lucky you were, but sometimes you just needed your own space without them asking about every — single — aspect of your life. You opened the text and your heart dropped.

   She had a heart attack this morning. She’s in the hospital, they’re taking her for a cardio on Monday.

   You furrowed your brows. Who was she?! 

   You had spoken to your other grandma a few days before because your grandfather had fallen and broken his vertebrae. Was there a typo in the text and the she was meant to be a he?! Or was someone else in the hospital now, too?!

   Your fingers were shaking as you texted her back in a panic.

   WHAT?! 

   WHO?!

   Your mind was racing as you waited for a reply, tired after only a few seconds. After a few seconds, you didn’t want to have to wait for a text back anymore, and called her as scenario after scenario ran through your mind. 

   Why did this have to happen now? When your grandfather was already in the hospital? Your family didn’t need this! Not now. Beyond that, you weren’t ready to lose either of your grandparents. 

   “Y/N —”

   “What happened?” you asked immediately, heart pounding in your throat and a sting quickly developing along the edges of your nose.

   “Your abuela Gloria had a heart attack this morning. That text, I got from your sister, and I forwarded it to you.”

   You felt your world crumble around you and barely registered that the front door had opened and Rafael had walked in.

   “She’s okay, it was minor. They took her to Baptist Hospital,” your grandma said.

   “What about Abuelo?”

   “They’re transferring him back to the hospital because after they took your Abuela, he fell out of bed again. So, they have to make sure that he didn’t hurt his back where they fixed it.”

   Your hand made contact with your forehead as the sting on your nose grew until water was pooling in your eyes. They were both in the hospital?! And you were here, thousands of miles away and unable to do anything about it.

   “Your father is there, fighting with the people at the rehab center because they weren’t giving Abuelo any pain medication, they weren’t changing him when he had accidents —”

   “What?!”

   By now Rafael had given up on trying to get your attention long enough to wave a greeting and had sat down beside you, watching your expression with furrowed brows.

   “Your dad is making sure that after they get him back to the hospital, he finds another rehab center,” your grandmother said. “I don’t want you to worry, everything is okay. We’re managing. I just wanted you to know because I figured you’d be pissed if we didn’t tell you anything.”

   Running a hand through your hair, you pinched the bridge of your nose as the migraine finally hit full force and the tears in your eyes dripped down onto your cheeks.

   “Okay,” was all you could manage to say. “Who’s with Abuela?”

   “Your brothers are there with her right now,” she replied.

   “Okay,” you mumbled, the guilt of not being there when your family needed you the most weighing heavy on your conscience. 

   “I’ll keep you posted on everything, okay? Don’t worry,” she said again.

   “Okay.”

   “Okay, I’ll talk to you soon,” she said.

   “Okay… I love you.”

   “I love you too, honey.”

   You hung up and for the first time since he’d walked in, looked over at Rafael, who had been staring at you with concern ever since he got home. 

  “What happened?” he asked, wiping at your cheeks.

   “My abuela had a heart attack this morning,” you answered and filled him in on everything you’d just found out.

   “Is she gonna be okay?” he asked.

   “I hope so. They said it was minor and they’re doing that test on Monday,” you answered. “I’m not ready to lose any of them,” you admitted, more tears streaming down your face as you let him pull you into his arms. He let you cry in silence for a moment, stroking your hair, gently rocking you back and forth.

   “You can’t think like that,” he whispered after a long silence.

   “I just hate that this is happening and I’m not there for them,” you sobbed. “She doesn’t need this right now, with Abuelo in the hospital, too, she just doesn’t need this!”

   “I know,” he replied. “So let’s go. Let’s go and be with your family.”

   You looked up at him. “Really?”

   “Yes,” he replied without hesitation. “I know how important they are to you and that means they’re important to me, too.”

   “What about your job? You have that case coming up —”

   “I can find someone to man the fort while we’re gone,” he answered, shaking his head. “You’re not gonna go through this alone, mi amor. I’m here for you.”

[reitziluz]

I don't have any handy skeletons but I do have my floof cat lounging dramatically after dinner. And hmmm random headcanon query!! How do your favorite characters sleep?

lounging floof! decadence!

hmm, let's see if i'll be able to remember who my faves even are...

i guess reigen could be a surprisingly heavy sleeper, once he actually manages to put himself to bed. serizawa i could see being prone to sleeping too much, or alternating between anxiety all-nighters and and sleeping through the day. he's surely working on it, though.

i enjoy the fanon that papyrus Does Not Sleep. that he needs less sleep and also has an interesting sleep schedule.

i have other faves, but i don't think i've especially thought about their sleep before, and nothing came to me now either. but luckily my ocs are also my favorite characters! putting them under the readmore so i can go ham hehe

kimon sleeps very lightly, wakes up a lot during the night, and p much always wakes up earlier than he'd want. part of it is his hypervigilance. another part is his whole physiological situation re: having animated himself and technically being undead. his power nap game is unreal tho, and he has fallen asleep standing up with his eyes open more than once.

vaal can go without sleep way longer than humans can, but e purposefully sleeps every night. e curls up in the middle of so many pillows and blankets and hot water bottles. sleeping for a long time leaves em kinda cold and stiff, and then it takes a while for em to warm up and wake up.

arin has a really regular sleep schedule despite the whole chaotic inventor thing. they get cranky if they can't do their whole sleepy time routine. a big part of it is about just. dealing with their prosthetics and other supportive magic shit. can't sleep comfortably with them on and running. sleeps on their back, sleep mask on.

sam can fall asleep anywhere, and often crashes right to bed when she finally gets home. she sleeps pretty well, but often doesn't have time to sleep quite enough. doesn't dream, or at least couldn't tell you a single time she did. prefers to sleep naked.

tess has a hard time falling asleep, both because she often gets absorbed in something around bedtime, and because it's hard for her to turn off her brain and fall asleep once in bed. this leads to lots of reading in bed. their bed is a princess four-poster deal. i don't know if body pillows are a thing in the setting, but she def hugs something when she sleeps.

... leskel doesn't sleep unless he involuntarily passes out. he should sleep more. someone needs to pin him down with like five weighted blankets and keep them on for like a full day, and maybe it would fix him.