#its way too late i need to sleep but im just!!! so tired of this shit lmao

[thatgirlri]

“Apologies Accepted”

Pro hero!Izuku X Black!Fem Reader

Trigger warning: NSFW, Oral (Female receiving) slight Dirty talk,Fingering, ITS SMUT!!, all characters are ADULTS, please keep that in mind yall ‘-‘ Minors/Ageless bio people DNI this is SEXUAL content .o.

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. A/N: Oohhh shit! I’m alive yall- sorry for the late break, writers block is a pain in the ass and I’m happy I came up with this idea when I had the chance SMH PS: yall I suck at writing smut ik 😭

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Summary: Izuku has been overworked and overwhelmed with work, neglecting every attempt you make to try and spend time with him. And when you bring it up, you two start arguing..how will he fix it?

You hated this, this being the fact that you felt like you were being pushed away by your very own boyfriend. Izuku was a busy man, yes. But you were still his partner at the end of the day.

You pouted as you sat in the living room waiting for his return from work, your arms crossed over your chest, your cheeks slightly puffed as the thoughts filled your head to the brim, that was until he finally made it home.

The sound of the door opening was enough to snap you back into reality.

“Hey babe” You softly called out, only to be met with a grumble of “Hey”

That’s what made you snap.

“Hey? You haven’t seen me all day and all I get is a hey?” The words just slipped out of your mouth before you could even notice, but it was too late to take it back now. You pulled yourself off of the couch and marched towards the door.

Izuku looked different from way back then, that spark in his green eyes was a bit dull, and he always looked tired from your perspective.

He sighed and fixed his hair, his frame looming over you.

“Y/N..”

“No! Let me finish! You’ve been acting so distant lately and it’s driving me crazy!”

Izuku slightly tilted his head, his eyes narrowed.

“I'm working. To provide for us, our home, life. So yeah excuse me if im distant love.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Work work work work, is that all you're gonna do? Work until it kills you?”

“Being a pro hero isn’t easy, I have people to protect”

“Yeah! But what about me Izuku!”

That sentence took the air out of the room. His eyes softened a bit as he looked down at you.

“I’m sorry..”

And that’s how it started, but how it ended..well..

Let’s just say, He wasn’t gonna let you sleep until you knew how sorry he really felt.

That’s how you found yourself spread open with Izuku’s tongue deep inside your cunt. His grip on your hips locked you in place as he watched you through his lashes. Slowly pulling away to place soft sloppy kisses upon your clit.

“So perfect for me..” The words sent shivers throughout your whole body, as soft whimpers escaped your lips.

“M’sorry, you forgive me baby hm?”

He asked while giving your wet cunt a slow long lick, tasting every drop of juices that flowed from you.

You could only moan In response, your mind a haze.

“Words my love, words” He hummed, not satisfied with your answer.

You took a deep breath,

“Zuku, pleasee” You whimpered, your hands tangled in his dark green hair.

“Say you forgive me…” He purred while entering two fingers inside of you, a low growl escaping his lips as he felt your gummy walls squeezing against it.

The wind in your lungs no longer was there, the way he pumped and curled his fingers hitting every spot perfectly, making sure to go as slow as he could until he got an answer out of you.

Your toes curled, as your vision slightly blurred, you choked out a soft sob of pleasure, attempting to grip at his wrist only for him to push your hand away with his other hand.

“No no, don’t try and stop me now, you wanted my attention right” He teased.

“Yesss!” You managed to breathe out. “Zuku! I forgive you! Pl..ease” You whimpered, slightly wiggling your hips for more, you needed more, you wanted more.

“Say it again for me..” He cooed, leaning down to give your now puffy clit another kiss.

You gasped out, feeling a knot build in your stomach as he worked his fingers in and out of your wet pussy.

“Forgive you! I forgive you!” you repeated over and over again, desperately. Only then did he begin to quicken the place, the sheets under you soaked. Your eyes closed tightly as you slightly arched up, your words now a mess of moans and whimpers, and Izuku took pleasure in all of it.

Seeing how desperate you were for him, his touch. While he was knuckles deep in you he went back to work with his mouth, sucking on your clit, making sure you Felt how sorry he was too.

You couldn’t take anymore, that knot that was in your stomach began to unravel at quick speeds, your walls fluttering around his long fingers.

“Pleasee! I’m cumming” You whined out.

“Yeah? Cum for me, pretty girl..come on..”

and that’s all it took for you, Your body felt like electricity just went through it, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as you rode out your strong orgasm.

Once you came down, Izuku slowly pulled out his fingers, a small smile playing on his lips as he saw them coated in your cum and silk. He placed them in his mouth, licking them clean before crawling on top of you, pinning your arms above your head.

“You didn’t think I was finished did you, I still need to properly apologize my love”

Yeah, let’s just say..A sorry goes a loooooong way.

[bibleofficial]

i dream of being able to go get a couples massage but instead of w the love of my life it’s w my colon & she finally gets what the FUCK has been WRONG w her WORKED out 😭🙄

[thecherrygod]

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[phagodyke]

mannnn

[voidimp]

this shit. this is the shit that pisses me off.

fully fucking unnecessary "pls love yourself". wouldve been so easy to just not include that dumbass little comment. "love yourself" oh believe me i do & part of what i love about myself is my smooth skin & not having to feel my clothes drag across every fucking hair on my body. & then backpedaling in the notes like "umm its not that deep" idfc how """deep""" it is you still didnt have to fucking say it. couldve just left it a normal answer like all the others. its all "love yourself" until someone loves themself in a way you, an absolute fucking stranger, dont like, huh

i am not a fucking woman by the fucking way

[chelleisamazing]

I just finished reading the 'God Save the Blessed American President Mom' fic and I sobbed hard through it all..

[begginmonty]

working with mike

(this doesn't follow the plot directly and mike works like more than just 3 shifts, also this is legit 2k words long i got so so so carried away im just so in love with mike, apologies!! its also not been proofread sorry <3)

before mike is hired alongside you, steve raglan had given you the job a week or so ago after you had lost your last job over a silly customer dispute (the customer is never right) and steve was your last hope at job, and bingo he had one. here you are 2 weeks later, waiting by your car outside the rundown pizzeria, waiting to train the new guy whose supposed to help you

a car pulls up and out comes a very pretty, but very tired/drained, looking guy, you introduce yourself with a small smile and he doesn’t return it, and is like “im mike”, you give him the benefit of the doubt that he hasn't smiled at you, new jobs are stressful.

the first shift goes fine, you tell him the basics and show him the training video tape, which alongside your commentary of making fun of some of it and nit-picking little things finally gets an amused smile from him. you can see him ease up a little. he doesn’t talk as much as you do but he seems to enjoy your ramblings. 

you show him the showtime performance after he looks confused about ‘animatronics’ . watching his reaction of the animatronics rendition of talking in your sleep by the romantics is a little amusing to you but you were the same way when vanessa had shown you originally.

“its something isn’t it?” he doesn't reply, he just stood looking in disbelief. 

when morning rolls around, you show him how to lock up and then give him his own key that steve had given you. 

“wasn’t so bad was it?” 

“it was..different” 

the second shift alongside mike is different but a good different. he’s running a little late and walks in on your blasting an 80s hot pop hits tape over the old speakers, vacuuming the main dining area. a smile, that melts his heart a little, lights up your face as you see him walk in.

“im sorry i’m late the babysi-”

“hey, dont stress it. you still made it!” 

he is not used to someone being so nice and friendly to him??  its foreign but he finally cracks you a small smile, watching you as you turn on the vacuum and continue listening to the music. (i need to hug him i stg)

he hasn't met anyone as nice as you in a long long time, it’s refreshing for him

and not in a creepy way !!!!!!!!!!! but he watches the cameras and watches as you just listen to the music as if the world isn’t there and continue to clean the area. 

“need a hand?” 

mike speaks up as you take a break leaning against a table, facing the main stage, the curtains open (as your next task is going to clean around the animatronics, it’s getting too dusty), music turned down quietly. he comes and leans against the table with you. you start small talk, saying something about the animatronics and you guys talk a little.

“so, you said something about a babysitter, do you have, like, a kid or something? sorry if im being too nosy, please tell me to shut up or something” mike cannot get over how nice you are

and then mike explains his living situation, and then the two of you get into a discussion about how families can suck and be shitty ect

and mike really likes how you don't pry or ask him lots of questions like others have done in the past, this man is really liking you and he’s only know you for two days

“this guy…must’ve been on something to make this place” and mike laughs a little !!! for the first time you got him to laugh !!

“yeah it’s something isn’t it..” both of you are sat against a table just staring at the animatronics in front of you

the two of you make small talk as you wipe down the dust covered tables but you can see how tired he is, he’s yawning a little bit.

“hey, you know, you can like sleep on the job by the way?” he looks up at you from the table, “sometimes i take a good couple hours nap in the office, no ones breaking into this place anytime soon”

he tries to protest and mentions towards the cleaning products and you brush him off, “go, you need it”

mike feels a strange warmth in his heart the hasn't felt, maybe ever? and he naps for a few hours whilst you continue to clean around. cleaning isn't in your job description but honestly you’re worried about the level of dust entering your lungs y'know

a loud thud and chair scraping noise comes from the office and you run to it and see mike on the floor, he looks confused and you help him to sit up. you ask if he’s okay but he seems out of it, “mike, whats wrong?”

sitting on the floor together, mike explains everything to you and opens up to you about a little brother he had, and tells you about his dream issues and sleep issues and you can see he’s upset and shaken by this dream. He shows you the sleeping pills and he explains the dream theory he’s been reading about.

“this is the part where somebody usually calls me crazy” 

“you aren’t crazy, mike” mike notices how kind you eyes are and how warm your voice is, “i’ve seen crazy. you are far from it” you joke a little and he has the faintest smile tug at his lips. 

finally home time woo !! as you lock up the gate, you watch as mike goes to his car, “mike wait!”

he turns around almost instantly at your voice as you run up to him, you pull something out from your hoodie a fazbear security badge and hand it to him, “you’re officially security now” he takes it from you and thanks you with that small smile. 

3rd shift passes (you could’ve sworn foxy was standing in a different spot and bonnie’s hand placement looked completely different) and vanessa comes for her weekly visit and meets mike. when you aren’t with them, vanessa brings up the fact that you’re one of the kindest and nicest people she’s ever met and mike agrees. 

next shift goes by and another and you guys have a long conversation about everything and you tell him more about yourself. hes never really been romantically involved with anyone but somebodysss got a crush (its him and well, you do too). and then you let him sleep and decide to tackle the old kitchen. (you could’ve sworn you heard someone walk down the hallway but you double check and no ones there)

mike dreams again and you swear you hear a groan and you walk to the office to see him, out of breath, breathing, clutching his arm and theres blood coming from it and he looks up at you trembling. “oh my god mike, what happened?”

you sit opposite him, patch him up and make him a hot drink, and he's explaining everything to you and you can tell he’s really getting bothered by these dreams. (you also think hes hurt himself from falling off the chair somehow..unbeknownst to you)

he’s tearing up a little and you just hold his hand in yours, and he's looking at your kind eyes and he doesn’t know how to react to being touched, he stops talking (mike is incredibly touch starved oh my god) and, carefully, you lean forward and hug him very gently.

he’s stiff at first but you can feel him relax into the hug and he wraps his non-injured arm around you and grips onto your back, “its okay mike. you’re okay” you can tell he really needs this hug and you can tell no one has really hugged him in a long time.

when the shift ends and you say goodbye for the day, your car just refuses to start. you cannot start it at all. you get out the car and look at it in a huff, but lucky for you mike hasnt driven a way yet

he gets out his car and you explain to him about your car, and he offers if you want a lift home or at least back to his house (his house is much closer than yours) and you can call someone about the car and you agree.

the drive is nice, you notice he has a great taste in music

meeting abby!! mike excuses himself for a shower whilst you're ringing the mechanics for your car, and he accidentally falls asleep on his bed after. when he wakes up (a good hour or so later, which you really don't mind) he walks into the living room to see you and abby sat on the floor colouring together with a cartoon on the tv, and you guys are really getting along and she’s wearing your security guard vest and badge. (her friends told her to trust you)

“uh abby, why dont you get ready for school?” mike speaks up, causing you both to look in his direction. 

you can't fight the fact that he looks hot with joggers and shirt on, looking sleepy as hell aHHH

“okay” abby smiles and gives you back your stuff and runs off to her room to get ready for school. 

he walks over to you and sits down on the couch, “im sorry for falling asleep-”

you sit next to him and place your hand on his arm and smile, “its fine, mike, really. your sister is lovely”

mike looks up from your hand and looks at your face. he looks sleepy and gorgeous and you look gorgeous to him and your eyes are so kind and theres a moment. some sort of magnetic force kinda pulls your faces closer together.

“im gonna be late!” says abby running into the room.

mike drops abby to school and you stay in his house, waiting for the mechanic to eventually call you back like he says he will. you feel a little awkward sitting on his couch watching tv but you have nothing better to do.

he comes back he offers you a shower and some of his clothes as he feels bad for you having to sit in work clothes. 

the way his heart feels when he see’s you walk out to the bathroom and back to the couch next to him wearing one of his sweatshirts and a pair of his joggers as well hMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm (too early for love?)

he smells good

you must both drop off to sleep, as a few hours later mike opens his eyes for a minute to the TV showing some drama show, and then he notices a heavy feeling on his chest. there you are, passed out, in his clothes, head on his chest peacefully asleep. 

this is something he’s never felt before !1!!1 

he blushes (thank god you’re asleep) and brushes a hair out of your face, staring down at your sleeping face (uh oh someones in love) before grabbing the worn blanket from behind him and throwing it over your exposed legs.

you stirr a little, your arm wrapping around his lower half and he's so flustered and sleepy and aHHHH

he wraps his arm around your shoulders gently and passes out again (PART 2??)

[rikiislvr]

tired - nishimura riki

small drabble :)

pairing: niki x afab!reader <3

you sighed, laying on the empty bed, niki was supposed to be home a hour ago, he hasn’t answered any calls or messages, you were starting to get worried.

he told you beforehand that he felt really weak, which is what encouraged you to try to get him to stay home from dance practice today, but he went anyways.

he’s been tired, real drowsy.

he wasn’t in the right shape to dance right now.

you sighed again, checking the clock on your night stand, 1:30am.

before you could text him again for the 100th time, you heard the front door of your apartment open, you quickly sat up as you heard small footsteps make its way to your closed door,

the door opened and there stood niki, head down, hood on, he dropped his bag, you couldn’t see his face, “niki..” you whisper, he walked over slowly and sat beside you on the bed, you frowned at his obvious tired state.

you stood up and between his legs, grabbing his chin to make him look up at you, his eyes were low, small eye bags under his eyes, he was tired.

“oh my poor baby..” you frown and whisper, “i’m sorry… i said i wouldn’t go all out.. but i always try to do better..” he sighed and looked down, you felt your heart clench,

you lift his face again, “please don’t apologize. you’re too hard on yourself niki.” you cup his face, he sighed and closed his eyes,

you suddenly walked to the bathroom, coming back with makeup wipes to remove his eye makeup, he was too tired to do it himself so you did it for him.

you grabbed a wipe and gently wiped his closed eyes, he felt useless but, he liked how he could let himself go when he was with you, he didn’t feel like.. he HAD to do something. he could finally relax.

you finished removing his makeup, and tapped his arms, “lift.”

he lifts his arms and you remove his hoodie, leaving him in his white tank top, “do you wanna shower?” you tilt your head,

he nods and got up, you kiss his cheek before he made his way to the bathroom, you waited for him patiently as he showered, you in the meantime,

organized his bag, and put his clothes in the laundry basket, anything to help him.

he’s been going through so much lately, it was the least you could do,

suddenly the bathroom door opens shortly after the water was cut off, he comes out in fresh pajamas, hair slightly damped, but he still looked so tired,

you frown and lay in the bed, “cmere.” you open your arms, he slowly climbed onto the bed and laid on your chest, nuzzling his face into your neck.

you rub his back softly, he sighed in comfort, “thank you.” he mumbled, you smiled softly and kissed his forehead.

“i’m sorry.. im just so tired lately.. im trying to do better but i-

you cut him off with a shh,

“you’re doing your best. i see it all okay? you need some rest, it’s okay to take breaks love.” you reassure him, he nods and hugged you tighter,

it was this moment when he realized, you were his safe spot, his home.

you made him feel valid, he never had to hide the way he felt around you. you never judged. you reassured and treated him with kindness.

it was all he needed after long days of being a idol.

and with that, he slowly closed his eyes, his breathing slowed softly as he began to fall asleep in your arms, you notice his body relaxing, all the tense leaving,

you couldn’t help but smile.

“goodnight ki.. i love you.” you whisper softly before kissing the top of his head, you couldn’t see, but he smiled softly in his sleep, his grip around your waist getting tighter as if he was afraid you’d disappear.

he needed you, and you needed him.

a/n: idk i felt a little ☹️ today .. i miss niki i love niki. gosh i hope he’s getting good rest lately

taglist: @certified-ni-ki-lover @noblub-4ulolz @yourmyst4r @vixialuvs @ni-ki-ismyluv @judeduartewannabe @soobs-things @en-chantedtomeetyou @definitelynotherr @heyniki @wntersm @geniejunn @pkjay @baevsxii @k1ttylvr @geniejunn @pkjay @chaevibes @jiyeons-closet

[jwonsoon]

Enhypen's reactions to you being super talkative when they're tired ⋆.˚ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

☾ a/n: It has been a minute !!! Me and bff have been so so busy since it's our final semester of high school. But I am here to provide for my delusional folk <3 I honestly wrote this on a whim because I've been feeling extra insane lately with all the work I have to do so ignore any stupid mistakes I make in this. I want to post more on here for sure, senior year is coming to a close soon and me and bff are moving into a new university together so hopefully we'll have time for more posts. Okay enough yapping, go read! pairings: enhypen x g/n reader genre: fluff

cw: kissing (nothing crazy dw), ignore grammatical errors!

JUNGWON

He doesn’t care if his life is on the line, the last thing he’s going to do is make you feel rushed when you’re talking about something you’re genuinely interested in. 

He finds you SO cute when you’re mumbling about something that you enjoy !! He gazes at you with his boba eyes nodding along to everything you say 

“Oh my god sorry I’m talking so much” you say to him embarrassed at how comfortable you’ve gotten in his presence and how he’s probably so tired 

He’ll immediately shake his head no and tell you “keep talking i love listening to you” 

Because he’s tired he pulls you into a hug and plays with your hair while you talk. 

His sign that he’s tired is when he gets really touchy. Like he is all of a sudden kissing your forehead and playing with your cheeks which is usually a sign for you to call it a day… 

JAKE

We all know this guy cannot for the life of him control his sleepiness but he loves you so he makes his adjustments

Its a shame but this guy is NOT !!! LISTENING !!! 

He’s cuddling you and you’re yapping away he’s going to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck and just keep going “mhm, i see” 

You notice that he isn’t listening so you ask a question to throw him off and he responds with “yeah totally” making you chuckle. 

He looks up flustered realizing he just admitted to not paying attention to you. 

“Sorryyyyy!!!!” He pouts leaning to kiss you.

“Im listening I just need a minute” he spends that “minute” sleeping on your arm and then he sits up shaking his head like a puppy trying to wake himself up. 

Claps, sits up, “Okay! talk! I’m up.” 

HEESEUNG

He’s always up fighting his sleep to play video games anyway so he’s the most prepared in situations like these 

If he notices your in a particularly chatty mood and he’s sleepy, he will drag both of you out of bed and make sure you’re sitting up so that he isn’t prone to falling asleep on accident 

You’re talking and talking and he is giving the same exact energy back!! he will laugh and giggle at everything 

When he’s really getting tired he yawns out loud and goes “baby.. im a bit sleepy.. actually no no keep going, just come here” 

He’ll open his arms wide for you to lay on his chest while you talk 

You notice his eyes are closed so you stop and start getting up only for him to pull you back down and say “just stay here, i like listening to your pretty voice” 

SUNGHOON

He is so in love with you. it is PATHETIC! 

He is so sleepy too and looks insanely cuddly so whenever you are talkative you lay facing him and talk his ear off while hugging him 

He is way too in love to tell you that you need to please shut up because he is SO TIRED so instead he kisses you to ease his tiredness away 

“That girl” —kiss “is so” —kiss “annoying” —kiss 

“Hoon stopp” to which he kisses you again, mumbling against your lips “I’m listening baby” 

SUNOO

No matter how tired he is it fades away when hes with you 

You’re always spilling the latest gossip to Sunoo and he eats it up everytime. 

“She actually has something against me” you say to which Sunoo responds “how could anyone hate this cute face” pinching your cheeks 

You brush his hand away and jokingly roll your eyes and thats all it takes for his cuteness aggression to launch through the roof 

He is all of a sudden squeezing you tight going “Why are you so cute you’re just so cute you’re so cute” 

He is literally holding you shaking your shoulders while smiling so big going “No tell me!!! why are you so cute??” 

“Sunoo you’re scaring me” you say to which he responds “Good! I’m pissed off you’re perfect.” 

You guys will literally spend the whole night talking, Sunoo literally forgot that he was tired in your presence 

JAY

He is half asleep walking through the door 

But! that doesn’t stop him from at least pretending to listen to you 

As he’s putting his stuff down you are following him around talking about the ending of the show that you just watched 

Hes humming in response and smiling to himself 

He stops suddenly turns to face you pulling you in for a hug “Baby I’m so tired today i dont know why….” sighing into your arms 

He didn’t want to explicitly say to you please shut up but it was definitely a sign to you to take it down a notch 

He’d look down to kiss you on the lips and say “Let’s talk in bed hm?” 

When you guys are in bed he lets you lay on his chest and he says “Now tell me all about that show you were talking about” 

He will listen to you, or at least try to, but with his fingers playing with your hair you are slowly lulled to sleep.

He'll look at you, smile, kiss your forehead and you will wake up confused as to how he shut you up so quickly.

NI-KI

Riki is definitely a little more honest but thats what you love about him!

“I can see all your teeth babe, what’s got you cheesing?” he says to you as he sits down on the bed 

“I have so much to tell you!” you say to him patting the space beside you for him to come and lay in. 

“And I have so much sleep to catch up on!” He says mockingly as he lays down next to you. You pout to which he kisses you and says “Go on, talk my ear off” 

You start going off on a tangent and he is just looking at you with a boxy smile on his face and laughing at how your facial expressions are so dramatic in comparison to the light hearted story you’re telling 

He stares at you with glistening eyes after his 40th yawn in a row 

“You know you talk too much, right? It’s a good thing you’re cute” he would say pulling you into a hug 

“That’s rude! and I wasn’t don—” you are interrupted by a kiss on the lips 

“I promise to listen all day tomorrow, okay? Let’s sleep now?” He says rubbing circles on your back, with his eyes already closed.

[yourstrulynobody]

"Since Solar & Eclipse have a child, its now Ruin's turn!!!" Say less (｡･ω･｡)

Meet Comet (or "Comi" as Ruin often refers to him) A scrapped design/body for Stitchwraith/Jake & Andy that "randomly" gained consciousness.

{LORE SUMMARY}:

Eclipse had been showing Ruin some of his worked on but scrapped designs for the kids, telling Ruin that he could just take them apart if Ruin ever needed some materials (friendly gesture I suppose?) and Ruin had agreed to that since it seemed like a good trade; Eclipse gets rid of the junk and Ruin gets materials.

Picking up a scrapped design (that Eclipse said was based of himself but looked more like Sunrise unintentionally), however, he noticed it was brought back to life, startling him and Eclipse in the process.

Ruin would've loved to just leave it to Eclipse, but seeing how tired Eclipse looked (+already having three kids), he decided to take on the responsibility on caring for this new kid—for Comet, his kid now.

{SMALL FACTS ABOUT COMET}:

–Comet doesn't like his high-pitched voice, so he doesn't like speaking often. (Ruin had offered to replace it but Comet didn't like that either)

•The little fellow can mimic any noises he wants which became his way of speaking (nobody, besides Ruin and the other kids + also kinda Eclipse?, knows what he says)

•His voicebox can play music which is also another way that he tends to communicate with the others.

–The "X" for Comet's eye is based off one of Stitchwraith's marking on his face + his missing eye.

–He has an extra set of arms!!

–The clothes he wears are too big for him, but he prefers it that way.

–Comet sees Eclipse as more of an uncle rather than his creator/father (much to Eclipse's relief), so he sees Andrew, Jake and Andy as his cousins! FC is more seen as a best friend.

Watch me slowly change a few things and bring angst into the room.

(another drawing I kinda rushed and its late so I need to sleep, so Im sorry if theres any grammar and spelling mistakes :'D !!)

[irndad]

hi im back! okey so def can see spencer still wanting to hug and snuggle with you even when fighting or mad at each other. he even gets genuinely ??? confused ??? when you try to sleep on the couch instead of in bed at night. he holds you and either reader or him is like "i know we are snuggling right now but i am still super pissed off at you." lol i can just see it. he may be petty when mad but he wont stop trying to touch you bc its a biological need of his and no argument is more important than needing you 🥺

enjoy this I did it very fast!!!! ily

He knows he’s not easy to be with sometimes. She would never say it, but it’s true. He doesn’t always get the jokes, sometimes pushes things too far and without even knowing it the ground gets pulled out from under him. 

And sleep- Sleep is so complicated. The memory of the first time she slept in his bed is etched into a place he could never erase. Spencer had always had trouble sleeping, either fear or alertness plaguing him into the late hours of the night. He used to lie awake, the kind of exhausted that feels like it’s seeping out of your bones, while constantly facts he’d unwittingly memorized about how sleep deprivation can cause brain damage. 

But then she’d come into his life. All soft words and gentle disposition, and there really is something magic about the way that everything just dissipates when her warm, soft body curves into his own. He’s slept well almost every night since. 

Except today, she isn’t coming to bed. 

It’s his fault, and he knows it. He wasn’t being fair. She hadn’t seen him for two weeks (and he hadn’t slept nearly enough without the weight of her form beside him since the last time he saw her) and she’d said that she wanted to be prioritized more. 

“I haven’t seen you in weeks, Spence!”

His head was killing him. Was it actually possible, for a headache to kill you? Her voice is audibly upset, and it’s alarming how he could be the cause of it. 

“Please,” he had said through labored effort, “Can we talk about this later?” 

“When would you like to talk about it? Because I don’t ever know if you’re leaving-“

“Do you even know what it is that I do?  That it’s not a choice for me to go? I have to do this. I can’t pick and choose and honestly, I don’t want to. If you don’t get that, we’re not doing what I thought we were doing.”

It sounds foreign, his own voice. And it’s after he’s said it that the sick taste reaches his throat because oh, that means the end. Her lovely face is unreadable for a brief moment, before something like grief splays over her expression.

It’s silent for a beat, and Spencer wishes he could swallow the words back up, rewind his life like a battered VHS tape where he’s not so stupid to mess up the one thing that’s ever brought him peace.

“You’re not yourself, Spencer. I’m gonna give you a minute.”

A minute, it turns out, is hours in the living room. She hadn’t left, thank fucking god, but she hadn’t come back. Of course she hadn’t. She wasn’t the one who needed to apologize. 

He’s just so tired. 

He thinks of her so-sweet voice, the curve of cheek- the junction of her neck and shoulder, and how much he would like to have her pressed against him. He pads out into the living room like a nervous puppy, and sees her sleeping on the olive green couch she had picked out. Her hair was splayed across the arm of the sofa, and her head laid on a throw pillow, their fuzziest blanket draped across her form. 

His first thought is how low he’s dropped, that he’s jealous of a blanket. 

His second his that she is not coming to bed. He sits beside her gingerly, and the scent of her body wash lingers in the air. 

“Are you planning on coming to bed?”

“I didn’t think you’d want me to.” He can tell she wants to sound cold, but the truth is much worse; she sounds guarded. 

“I always want you to.” It’s the most honest thing he’s said today, and it’s just not fair, how much he revolves around her. How he has waited 14 days, 13 hours and 34 minutes to hold her again and managed to ruin it within the first 20 minutes of having seen her again. He grabs her hand, soft and pliant against his in a way that almost makes his heart leap. “Please? Come to bed?”

Her gaze softens, the warmth and light that guides him back in her eyes, and he hopes his relief isn’t too visible. It’s then that she drinks him in. It feels too revealing like she can see right through him. His clothes are old. He’d rushed off the jet to see her, and the half moon circles under his eyes only lend to the unimpressive picture of himself. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” she breathes, touching the side of his face. He instantly leans into it, the contact more than he’d be willing to give up to save his dignity. “Come here.”

She wraps her arms around him, and he pulls her into his lap, squeezing her tight to his chest, like she might disappear. 

“I’m still mad at you,” she says, looking at him with such affection it betrays her words.

“That’s okay,” he says into her collarbone, “As long as I still have you.”

[ohdeerfully]

incredibly short and sweet self indulgent fic tonight..... had surgery yesterday (not nearly as bad as reader here i just like the dramatics) and have been fighting for sleep for like 7 hours. its nearly 5am im so tired. so heres some fluffy comfort fic?????! i need season 2 to come out already so i dont have to reuse gifs ),:

Battle Scars

Alastor x Reader (fluff) TW: reader is injured but no graphic descriptions. alastor is grossly sweet here masterlist join my discord! ◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈

After the latest attack from Heaven, you found yourself one of the many stuck in recovery. A gnarly wound on your abdomen and a fractured jaw left you covered in stitches and bedridden. It was embarrassing, almost, feeling so helpless. The attention you got from the kinder residents of the hotel ironically didn’t help you feel any better, although they meant well.

“I really appreciate it, really, but I don’t need this, it’s too much,” You spoke slowly, and it felt like you were nearly chewing on your words as you spoke to Charlie when she came to your room a day after your surgery with a whole gift basket of goodies and a small wooden knick knack of your favorite animal. You tried pushing it back into her hands, but it took no strength at all for her to keep it on your lap. She waved her hand dismissively.

“You fought so hard for us!” She said with assurance and gratitude. “It’s really the least I could do.” She removed the basket from your lap and rested it on a nearby vanity. She spoke a few more pleasantries and offered you your thousandth “feel better” before leaving the room. A light smile crossed your lips at her gestures, but it soon fell from your face again as your focus returned to your poor state.

Painkillers in Hell were less than ideal, although that would come as a surprise to nobody—it was Hell, afterall. Truthfully, “real” pain medicine did nothing to help, and the only real solution was some hard drugs to take the edge off. You opted to call up Angel Dust as a last resort.

For the next few days you were practically a ghost floating through the hotel, only shuffling out of your room to grab a meal and fluids. Every step ached, shooting pain up your body and through the mediocre stitches on your chest. Eating was no less painful, especially considering you never had an appetite and only really ate out of necessity. You couldn’t chew well, so you were stuck eating a mostly soft and liquid diet. It was miserable.

The days were blending together, especially due to the fact many of your nights were sleepless. You spent hours turning this way and that, desperately trying to find that perfect position that would let sleep finally turn off your pain for just a few hours, but it never came. Every night you eventually got fed up and sat in a rocking chair by the window, watching the red-casted city just a few miles away.

You heard a light knock at your door, but before you could reason enough at who would be awake so late in the night you felt a sensation of the air blowing before a presence materialized behind you. It took no time at all to recognize the familiar prickling of static on your bare skin. Instinctually the recognition brought relief, but your guard soon went back up after you had a moment to think.

A weird mixture of feelings crossed your mind as Alastor approached you, stopping at the side of the chair you sat in. His claws gripped around the head of the chair, stopping the gentle rocking you had been lulling yourself with.

“Why are you up so late, ma moitié?” He bent slightly to peer down at your face, his ever present smile more gentle than usual. You cast your eyes up to his, studying his face for a moment while you tempered your emotions and thought of a response.

“I could ask you the same thing,” You finally answered, averting your gaze when his piercing eyes became too much to look at. It hurt so bad to speak. You heard him chuckle, although it was empty of any real humor.

“You know better than anyone I don’t sleep much,” He responded, fingers trailing along the wooden carving of the back of your chair. His fingers eventually found themselves trailing onto your head and gently playing with your hair. A tense chill went through your body, but you allowed yourself to fall weak to his touch. You were always weak to him.

The intimate contact finally broke the dam of emotion you tried to reserve in order to maintain what little dignity you had in your broken state. You didn’t cry, but the tears that filled your eyes threatened to spill at any moment. You were embarrassed, but couldn’t help it in your sleepless state.

“Where have you been, Alastor,” You said, barely above a whisper. It had been days since the attack, and after his one on one with Adam he had completely disappeared. You didn’t know if you wanted to miss him or hate him for leaving you like that. You were sickeningly worried. He didn’t respond immediately, but you knew he heard you well enough when you saw his ears twist momentarily in the reflection and his expression shift.

“Let’s lie you down, first,” He offered, already moving to wrap his hands around your shoulders to aid in you standing up. As upset as you felt, you put up no fight and obeyed his touch as he guided you to your disheveled bed. He settled himself next to you, remaining propped up on an elbow as he peered down at you. You wished he would stop looking at you so hard, suddenly feeling extremely self conscious of your unwashed hair and swollen, bruised jaw. 

“I found myself in a similar state as you,” He eventually responded to your earlier question, his voice much quieter than you would ever expect from him. You were no stranger to the softer side of him, but it always came as a shock when his usual attitude is rather obnoxious and unserious. 

His fingers gently trailed at your wrapped up body, somehow knowing exactly where the stitches hid underneath the bandages. His hand reached your own, gently cupping it and pulling it towards his own body. You didn’t know how you hadn’t noticed before, but Alastor had his own set of bandages covering a bloody spot on his chest. 

You pulled your hand away from his and brought it up to cup his cheek. It took him a moment to accept the gesture, lightly pressing his head into your hand. 

“Why didn’t you come back to me?” You asked quietly. “After seeing Adam strike you, I was so worried you went off and bled out alone somewhere.”

Alastor grinned a little wider at your comment, but it soon fell to be quite small and strained.

“I was weak. I don’t want anybody seeing me like that—especially you, my dear. I had my own battle to face and I couldn’t come back until I felt a little more… sane.” 

You didn’t quite understand the latter half of his statement, but knew better to question him further. He likely wouldn’t open up any more anyway. You were slowly just accepting that he was back with you, which lifted a weight you forgot was even on your mind.

“I’m just sorry I couldn’t protect you from your own fight,” He added after a few quiet moments, the sincerity in his voice poking at your already emotional heart. His arm had come to wrap protectively around your waist, pulling you slightly closer to him. 

“I don’t need protection,” You spoke a bit stubbornly. You watched his eyes glance down at your battered torso before looking back up to you, but he made no further comment. “But I am glad you finally came back.”

He brought his head down, resting his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes and breathed in his familiar smell, almost overwhelmed with the comforting familiarity of it. You had managed to block out your worry about his absence for the past few days, trying to focus on your own recovery, and it had all come flooding back at once. Before he would have a chance to notice tears forming in your eyes, you aggressively threw your arms up and around him, pulling him down and closer to you as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

The uncertain tension in his body was dismissed when he felt a jolt of your body as you bit back a sob. He curled both of his arms around you, pulling you against himself while also bringing his legs up to cradle your curled up form.

The room was dead silent, the only movement being your shuddering body as you fought to stop yourself from crying. It hurt tremendously to cry, but the emotions you felt made it near impossible to stop. 

It was only when Alastor began threading his clawed hand through your hair were you able to calm yourself down. His touch was delicate, maybe a bit unsure, as he did his best to comfort you. You shifted impossibly closer to him, and in response he simply pulled you tighter to his body.

“Don’t do that shit again,” You whispered after the tears stopped flowing.

“Nothing in Heaven or Hell can keep me from you,” He promised, speaking as if he was challenging something to test that fact. You felt him shift for a moment before a light kiss was pressed on your forehead. You melted into the contact, finally falling silent as his gentle touch in your hair and against your skin lulled you into sleep.

[animeshotsh]

Parenting | Viktor x Jayce x Kid!Reader | Arcane ¤

Reader is nicknamed Spark! (I think is pretty gn).

Warnings: PLATONIC - Mentions of trauma - Reader cries - Jayce gets called mom - SFW - Reader is a kid so their speech is not developed - OFF CANON EVENTS -

Now Jayce did think this was not going to be easy.

But how do you explain a kid that no, their parents are not fighting and no, Dad is not leaving forever.

He has no idea.

It started well, just an evening at his house with you and Viktor. Just seeing how all of this would work, and it was going well. Jayce had let you take his bed till they figured something about it. Made dinner and gave you some toys (blue ot course) to play with.

Now, they were not living together yet. It was something that was going to happen eventually but work was always first and honestly? They were used to just stay at each other places. It was like having two homes.

Home is were the peopel you love are.

But now, you are here. And after a long play session Viktor said how he needed to go back home to read some notes for tomorrow's work and also get some clean clothes.

When Jayce asked him to stay since it was too late Viktor just scoffed and told him it was fine. Nothing would happen.

Yes, his tone was a bit cold but he was tired, Jayce did not take it at heart but you....

"Dad...leaving?" You asked in your hand a odd plush Jayce had decided to get you.

"Yes, i need to go home" Viktor have said without thinking much.

Then he hear it, the slow but raising cries.

"Nono! Dad not leave" You said going to him and hugging his leg. "Mom need dad!"

Viktor felt his world go upside down, he had seen kids cries but never once he had a situation like this one.

"Now now Spark, Dad is not leaving forever" Jayce said taking you to put you at eye level with Viktor ending in you hugging now Viktor's neck.

"He is going to go and get something, you will see him again tomorrow" Jayce tried to explain pulling you away from Viktor but you just hugged him more.

"NO!! Dad stay" its was a scream now and a demand. You were looking at Viktor like he was your world.

"I cant little Spark" Viktor said softly pulling you away but taking you from Jayce arms. "Dad needs to get work done"

"N-no!! I will be good, i dont bother. Im good" you said between sobs. That was an indicator that something had happened in your past for you to react this way and it made Viktor's soul shatter.

"Listen, how about we play some more and then sleep?" He tried this time

"You stay?" You asked and Viktor looked at Jayce for help who was very much lost in all of this.

"I will stay, I promise" Viktor agreed kissing your head.

~~~~~~~~~

Once you were finally asleep Viktor and Jayce let themselfs fall on the livingroom, both mentally tired.

"I told you this was not going to be easy" Viktor said checking the hour then letting out a displeased sound "And now is too dam late"

"Hey, we can pass for your notes tomorrow morning" Jayce tried to calm down his boyfriend. "Besides this may be a sign" He added getting a look from Viktor.

"I mean-" Jayce started blushing "We did say we were going to move together and now with our little Spark..." Jayce said getting quiet when Viktor did not respond

"Well, I believe its true. And now we know how big the place needs to be" Viktor finally said. "We need four rooms, one for us, one for (Y/N), one for our lab at home and one for...storage" Viktor counted with his fingers then looked at Jayce. "Maybe keep one of hour homes too, since we do have lots ot things, and i would prefer to get dangerous things away from (Y/N)"

"So....yeah thats seems to be right" Jayce said thinking "It will cost...a lot" he added getting a nod from Viktor.

"Yes it will, but its not like we are short on it" He added

"Then its decided! I will start to look tomorrow right away, do you think we should get a garden? Or backyard? Would Spark like it?" Jayce asked more and more ecxited and imagining you running around.

"Just...lets start looking at a four room house, we will see about details" Viktor finally said calming Jayce down.

"Mom? Dad?" A sleepy you appeared making them look in worry

"Nightmare?" Jayce asked getting up as you nodded

"Come here little Spark, lets get you back to bed, mom will read you a story"

"Can Dad come too?" You asked looking at Viktor who despite being tired as hell got up with his cane.

"Of course, how does Introduction to Physics sound?" Viktor joked as you quickly moved your head saying no.

"No! I hate that one"

"A shame, its fine literature" Viktor responded getting a laught from Jayce.

[eatmeandbirthmeagain]

Request: Baldwin gets a neck and shoulder massage after a long day and melts into a regal puddle.

♡ Soothing - King Baldwin x Reader ♡

♡ Fluff ♡

A/N: Hello Anon (I know you you are hehe), thank you for the request! This is so cute 😭. As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figures. Enjoy! 🩷

TW: Leprosy

P.S: Im so sorry its taken so long to post, I have been SO busy 😭

It was late afternoon when Baldwin returned to his chambers, tired and sore. The morning had been full of meetings and discussions, he barely had time to sit down.

He was looking forward to a nice meal and some quality time with his lovely wife before needing to return to his duties.

“My darling, how are you?” y/n cooed upon seeing him enter the room.

“You're a sight for sore eyes my love” Baldwin mumbled wrapping his arms around his wife, letting out a long sigh.

His muscles felt tense. Things had been so stressful lately with the threat of war looming over the kingdom, he was always so grateful to have her to return to.

“You seem tense, love,” the queen said softly.

“I'm alright, just very stressed,” he replied.

Y/n hummed as she thought for a moment. “Would you like me to rub your neck? Perhaps it will help with the stress”

Baldwin smiled and nodded against her shoulder as gratitude swelled within him. 

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After removing his mask and veil, y/n helped Baldwin onto the bed, laying him down on his stomach propped up on pillows.

The young queen was very in tune with her husband's body. She knew the places that had lost sensation long ago and the places that had not yet fallen victim to the horrid disease.

Once she was sure he was comfortable, y/n positioned herself beside Baldwin in such a way that she could reach his back and neck without leaning too heavily on his frail form.

Slowly, she began to massage her husband's back and neck over his robes so as to not disturb his sores. She was gentle, very gentle. Careful too.

Baldwin groaned in pleasure as her fingers and palms worked away hours of pain. The knots that rendered him in agony were untied and he could finally relax.

Y/n knew just the spots to touch, the places that he could still feel.

She paid great attention to her husband's health, often watching the physicians work at cleaning his wounds and changing his bandages. Occasionally, on nights where it was more painful than others she would be the one to change his bandages herself.

Baldwin always said she was more gentle than the physicians were.

More meticulous and detailed, making sure that each bandage was wrapped to perfection and each wound was cleaned well.

Her attention to detail was no different as she rubbed his back slowly.

Baldwin felt his eyes beginning to close. Thinking a nap would do him some good, he did not fight it and allowed his body to relax into sleep.

Feeling his breathing slow down, y/n paused her hands and looked down at the young king's face. She smiled upon the sight of his eyes closed and the calm expression of sleep on his face.

The young queen stepped down from the bed, picking up a blanket that lay at the end of the mattress and draping it over her husband's sleeping form.

“Rest well my darling” y/n whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead before sitting down at the desk to continue her work, while still watching over Baldwin.

He looked so innocent with his bandaged face buried into the soft, white pillows. His golden blonde hair spilled out around his closed eyes, giving him the illusion of a halo.

So peaceful. As if no pain ailed him at all.

Y/n continued her work as Baldwin slept, turning around every now and again to check on him. It was moments like these where she was the happiest.

Happy with the sight of her beautiful husband, peaceful and in no pain at all.

[phagodyke]

venting sorry... don't want to just delete it bc it helps to get it out just ignore this post pls 👍

haven't slept much at all and feeling so sick andstressed and in pain bc my period is due and so tired its making me dizzy but i cant sleep more or ill just feel more sick and I want a hug and to cry so hard into someones shoulder but no one cares or will even come near me it makes me feel diseased they think things about me that aren't true bc I struggle so much to communicate and thry all make assumptions insteqd and no one wants to give me space to talk to them about it so I cant undo that now and its all my fault and I'm so. exhausted :-(

[323cutie]

I’ve been thinking about Wooyoung cuddles a lot lately! When he’s not being nasty (affectionate) or bratty or teasing. When it’s just you and him and the quiet of your living room, hands pressed to soft skin and quiet breathing and absent minded kisses pressed to noses and foreheads and cheeks. Maybe you’re reading something and he’s running his fingers through your hair and letting his mind wander.

Just quiet, gentle love that’s all yours. Just knowing each other. Just holding each other. I want soft moments with him so bad it makes my teeth ache.

I hope you’re feeling a little better by now, love! -🐍

HIII honey im feeling alright <3 its been a Day to say the least

but omfg wooyoung cuddles... it would fix me. i love love loveeee the concept of a lovely night together, so quiet and kind. especially when it's so cold out -- coming home from work in the evening to wooyoung almost done with dinner, something nice and warm to chase away the winter chill. you tell each other about your days as he finishes up and you both start eating, and there's still time before you need to get ready for bed... no better way to unwind than snuggling with your favorite annoyingly cute black cat.

laying across his lap... he's playing some game on his phone, maybe watching a video, one of his hands mindlessly running thru your hair. sometimes he interrupts whatever you're doing with a funny meme or one of those stupid like "your month your duo" memes with cats

eventually you change positions and you're laying on his chest; it's here that's dangerous territory. bordering on getting a little too cozy and nodding off... he always scolds you afterwards ("you're gonna mess up your sleep schedule!! if you're feeling tired go to bed!!") even though he falls asleep with you most of the time.

oh well. all is forgotten when you finally go to sleep together, wrapped in each other's hold until the sun shines bright the next morning. <3