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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 1 year ago

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Sleepyhead

Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, slight Sam Winchester x little sister!reader, slight John Winchester x daughter!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: the various times you’ve fallen asleep around the boys

Your brain didn’t work the same way as your brothers. To them, four to five hours of sleep every night, or even every other night, was sufficient to keep them going, even through grueling hunts.

For you, that wasn’t even sufficient enough to keep you going through your homework.

Because of this, you’d developed the skill of falling asleep anywhere, at any time, in just a few minutes.

This skill led to some interesting stories over the years.

…

“Psst,” Dean Winchester hissed as he nudged his little brother.

Sam glanced to his left and saw Dean gesturing to the back seat, where you were curled up against the window, fast asleep.

“We left like four minutes ago,” Sam whispered with a grin.

“No kidding,” Dean pulled over, reaching into his bag and pulling out a Sharpie, popping the cap off as he leaned over the back seat.

Sam gave him a sideways glance, “What’d she ever do to you?”

Dean chuckled, “This is what she gets for stealing my jacket.”

Sam glanced back again, and sure enough, somehow you’d managed to snatch Dean’s jacket and were currently using it as a blanket.

Sam shook his head, an amused smile playing across his face.

“I’m not sure the punishment fits the crime, but go right ahead.”

After you awoke, it took you the rest of the day before you saw the mustache drawn above your mouth, and the “NERD” written across your forehead, and about half an hour of scrubbing to get it off.

When you confronted Dean about it, he just laughed.

“That’s what you get, sleepyhead.”

…

“Hey, we’re back, how’s…” Dean’s voice trailed off when he saw you, head down on top of your history book, put like a light. “The homework going,” he finished half heartedly, laughing softly.

“I don’t know how she sleeps on that chair, those things are hard as rocks,” Sam commented as he headed to his bed. It had been a long hunt, and he was desperate for some sleep.

“Poor kid,” Dean said softly as he began to pull your chair away from the desk.

“Is it my night?” Sam yawned, scooting over to make room for you on his bed.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dean said as he lifted you carefully into his arms. “I’ve got her.”

Sam splayed out on his bed as Dean gently set you down on his.

“Dean?” You stirred, keeping your eyes closed but reaching up to grab at the arms holding you.

“Shh,” Dean took your hands in his, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m right here. Go back to bed, sleepyhead.”

…

“We ready to go yet?” Dean asked, replacing the library book on the shelf as Sam stood.

“Yeah, as soon as we find Y/N,” Sam glanced around. “I thought she was right here.”

“She went over to the fiction section,” Dean led the way, and stopped short when he found you, leaning against a bookshelf, a book clutched in your arms, fast asleep. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“I still don’t know how she does it,” Sam muttered as he knelt next to you, reaching out to shake your shoulder. “Honey, it’s time to go.”

“Sammy?” You asked sleepily, blinking your eyes open slowly.

“C’mon,” he urged, helping you as you slowly got to your feet.

“Did you find what you needed?” You yawned, rubbing your eyes as you leaned against Sam’s tall frame. Sam smiled, throwing an arm around your shoulder and guiding you towards the door.

“You bet, sleepyhead. Now let’s get outta here.”

…

“Let her sleep.”

Dean looked over at his father, frowning.

“She’ll want to see you. It’s been weeks.”

John ran a hand over his face, sighing.

“I’m not staying long, I have another lead to follow up on.”

“All the more reason to wake her up. She misses you.”

“Dean, I said let her sleep,” John glanced over at you as you stirred, but you just shifted around and fell back asleep.

“Why?” Dean demanded. He didn’t often challenge John, but after you’d broken down crying the other night, confiding in Dean how much you missed your father and how much you worried about him, he’d decided that things needed to change.

“Because she…” John shook his head. “Just don’t. Let her be, I can’t.”

“Can’t what? If you want me to do this, I need a reason.”

“Because if she sees me, she’s going to ask me to stay,” John swallowed. “And if she does that, I won’t go.”

Dean stared incredulously at his father as he made his way over to your sleeping form. John leaned down, placing a kiss to the side of his daughter’s head and smiling gently at you.

“Goodbye, sleepyhead.”

…

“I told you we shouldn’t have brought her,” Sam complained as the Impala pulled into the motel.

“I didn’t think it would take so long,” Dean grumbled.

“She was exhausted, she couldn’t even stay awake for fifteen minutes. If that vamp had found the Impala, she would’ve been a sitting duck.”

“I know, I know,” Dean ran his hands over his face and sighed. “Look, it was stupid, but she’s ok, alright? Can we just go to bed.”

“Alright,” Sam reached back to shake you awake, but Dean grabbed his arm.

“Just let her sleep, I’ll bring her in.”

Sam shrugged. “Suit yourself. I’m gonna go take a shower.” Sam left the Impala and headed for the hotel room.

“Alright baby,” Dean sighed as he opened your door and carefully lifted you into his arms. It wasn’t as easy as it had been when you were little, but he could still lift you without much difficulty. He carried you inside and set you gently on his bed, before pulling the covers over you.

“Goodnight, sleepyhead. I’ll be watching over you.”

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fastboatsmojito · 5 months ago

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Inspired by this req !

Hot and Heavy - Gym Nerd! Scott Miller x Reader

| A/N; title based on the song by Lucy Dacus but the song itself is irrelevant to the plot lmao also pls don’t chew gum while you work out this is just Fiction <3

| CW; mostly just some good old bickering in a non-angsty way, Scott being Scott + the tiniest soft spot for you, I think that’s it 💆🏻‍♂️ I was going to make this smutty but it didn’t feel right and I didn’t want to force it so !

He was always there by the time you arrived, already sweaty and intense as you walked in.

“Jesus, Scott. You ever sleep?” You scoffed, setting your bag down and stretching your arms.

“Eight hours.” He barely looked up to talk to you, focused on the weights in front of him.

Of course. He was unintentionally irritating, the crisp, clean compression shirt he sported making the size of him just that much more unavoidable. You weren’t competing with him - you couldn’t if you wanted to, but he wasn’t a bad ‘gym buddy’, disregarding his grumpy attitude and refusal to actually call you that.

He never overstepped, he was quiet but reliable, giving you space and unenthusiastically spotting you whenever you asked.

You held your hand out towards him as he walked over and grabbed his bag, rolling his eyes at you before taking out a piece of gum.

“You get one. If you swallow it again that’s on you.” He said, the piece of gum still in his hand pointing at you as he spoke.

“Already cranky, I see.” You snatched the gum out of his hand, grinning at his less than pleased expression.

——

After a while you got a little overzealous with some weights, voice coming out shaky when you realized it was too much for you to lift all the way. “Shit- um, Scott?”

“What?” He didn’t look up at you when he replied. He didn’t usually have to, used to you asking him whatever questions popped up in your head during your workout, gym related or not.

“Can you come grab this for me?” He looked up then, disregarding his strict routine to jog over to you.

“Yeah. Fuck, why’d you add all this shit? You know that’s too much, right?” He lifted it back up for you, as soon as he was in front of you with his hands on his hips you knew you were in for one of his infamous lectures.

“I know now. I thought I could handle it-“ You tried to explain yourself, clearly falling short when he shook his head.

“Don’t be stupid. I won’t be able to workout if I’m too busy worrying about you breaking your neck. If you need help, just ask-“ He reprimanded, putting his hand up to stop you from interrupting him.

“Before it’s too much. That’s the only reason we’re here at the same time.” He always looked like someone’s dad when he got like this, aggressively chewing his gum with a disapproving look on his face.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right, I’ll ask for help next time.” You muttered before standing up, motioning to walk off before he stopped you.

“Before-“ He moved to stand in front of you like some angry bouncer, waiting on you to finish his sentence.

“Before it’s too much. I know. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, be smart.” That’s what he always said, you always apologized anyway.

——

You were done after that, uncomfortably dripping sweat from basically every part of your body, walking over to grab your water bottle as you met Scott on the bench. You sat down as he intently watched you trying to massage your leg.

“You hurt your leg, or what?”

“Just a cramp.” You sighed, laying down on the bench instead.

“Come here.” You propped yourself up on your elbows after he said it, confused expression on your face like he just said something insane.

“Don’t look at me like that. Just come here.” He motions for you to move closer to him with his hand, grabbing your leg and placing it in his lap when you were close enough. As soon as his hand moved to your leg you tensed up, unsure of what exactly what you were expecting but surprised nonetheless.

“What’s your problem? Christ just let me massage it out for you, don’t be a brat.” He complained, hands massaging over one of your legs when you relaxed.

“I’m not being a brat, you’re just not exactly the affectionate type.” You winced as he was particularly rougher right where it hurt.

“This isn’t affection, this is you not getting enough calcium and overworking yourself. That’s not on me.” He continued, moving to the other leg when he was pleased with your satiated breathing.

“You know I do this on purpose, right? I choose to do this, even if I’m a dick about it sometimes. I just want you to do it correctly, not get yourself hurt.”

“You’re a dick about it most of the time.” You corrected, sure you heard a light laugh out of him.

“But yeah, I know. Softy.” He rolled his eyes at the unusual nickname, tapping your leg to move it before he stood up.

“Hit the showers, you’re all sweaty.” He cracked his knuckles as he said it before walking away, ignoring your final remark.

“There he is.”

——

#he’s such a LOSER I need him #idk if I like this but I’m posting it anyway so I don’t have to look at it anymore #I’ll write something better #later #🌑 blurbs #Scott miller #twisters #scott miller x reader

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anticanonsposts · 8 months ago

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Hii

I have an idea and it's kind of silly but I'll ask anyway because I love your writing

But you could do a Konig domestic where he passes out for some reason (not a battle wound or anything) and reader take care of him and then he's SO clingy afterwards

Tks 🤍

omg tysm!!! also i appreciate the requests so please keep making them!!! (i live off of the validation i get on here)

also i have some more stuff in the drafts that i wanna write, and i love the trend thats been going around about nerd!konig and i rly want to contribute so stay tuned!!!

cw: none

König had such a big day. His girlfriend y/n had been working tirelessly for the past couple weeks at her new job. She was definitely more stressed out than normal and König felt so bad. So he decided to run multiple errands that day (Friday) before she got home for the weekend. First he went grocery shopping, a smaller store and Costco to get some essentials. Then he came home and cleaned their apartment from top to bottom, because he knew it wasn’t her favorite and it would be so nice for her to come home after a long week. When he was at the store he also made sure to pick up her favorite snacks, drinks, and ingredients for dinner. By the time he was all done he fell onto the couch exhausted. Flicking his wrist up he saw that it was 4:30 which meant that in a couple hours y/n would be home. He felt pretty satisfied with himself, but also very tired. As he was thinking about getting up to shower and wait for her to get home, the grips of sleep clasped over his eyes and he fell asleep :/.

Some time later, y/n opens the front door to her and König’s shared apartment and walks in, ready to just relax this weekend. Immediately she notices how clean everything is. After putting her bag down she goes over to the refrigerator, knowing there wouldn't be much in it since they needed to go grocery shopping. To her lovely surprise whens he swung open the door she saw all of her favorites. This makes her connect the dots in her mind, König must have done all of this while she was at work today, how sweet.

“He’ll be getting something nice later” she mutters to herself, smiling as she walks away toward the bedroom. But she quickly stops when she looks over to see Konig, absolutely passed out on the couch.

Carefully pitter pattering over to him, she pauses and lovingly gazes down at him. His mouth slightly agape, a small snore coming from him. Although he looks precious sleeping on the couch, she knew that if he stayed like that, he would wake up with the worst back pain ever. So gently she started to sit him up, and led him half asleep to their bedroom. König would have absolutely no recollection of this when he woke up, thinking he had either moved himself to the bed or that he had fallen asleep on the bed by accident.

Once in bed, y/n gently arranged pillows and squishmallows (shameless self insert <3) around König’s body to make him as cozy as possible. Once satisfied she started to strip so that she could go shower.

About ten minutes later, König gently woke up to a slight steam in the room, and the smell of strawberry and rose from y/n’s soaps. He stirred more, bringing his hands to his eyes to rub them awake. Then, with a sudden jolt, he sat up, feeling panicked.

How could he let himself fall asleep?? He was supposed to finish setting up the perfect, relaxing evening for y/n. But no, his sleepy ass just had to ‘rest his eyes’ for a second.

But before his thoughts could spiral too much, he hears the shower being turned off. So, quietly he meanders to the bathroom door, slipping off his shirt, hoping to join her in the shower. Giving the door a few soft taps so as not to spook y/n. He’s met with the door swinging open and a beaming (naked) y/n, her body freshly moisturized, hair tied up since she washed it the day before, and in the middle of her skin care routine.

“Hey baby! I noticed everything in the kitchen, and I really appreciate it.” she says, eyes shining with nothing but love. It is returned by König’s eyes, practically with hearts in them. Nothing made him happier than doing things for her, other than being with her.

Wordlessly, he steps closer to her, pulling her body close to him by the small of her back and shoulder. He knows from past experience to not touch her face while she is doing her skin care, (he has been reprimanded before). Bending over slightly, he presses his lips to hers taking a breath in as he does so. Pulling away, he sits himself on the closed lid of their toilet that of course has a fuzzy pink cover on it.

Now taking a moment to scan his eyes over her body. Not quite in a hungry way, but more so admirable. Taking a few moments to appreciate every plush curve, every supple, plump part of her body. She was too perfect, she looked like a renaissance painting, something that an artist created when they were tasked with painting beauty itself.

Broken out of his haze, y/n says, “Can I do your skincare?”

“Yes of course.” he responds, giddy inside. Whenever she offered to use her products on him, he was always super happy. It meant that she would be looking at his face, and giving him small, gentle touches. He had never been with someone like this. His past was mostly hook ups, a couple ‘relationships’ here and there but nothing this intimate. Having someone’s gentle hands glide over your face over and over again as truly more intimate and sensual than any sex he had ever had. Now, he had no idea what products she was using on him, she could be painting his face purple for all he knew, if it weren’t for the mirror. But this was part of the trust he liked about this activity. Knowing that she was sharing her products that she spent her money on, that were clearly good enough for her beautiful skin, and she was sharing them for his scarred, damaged skin.

Once she started putting eye cream on him, König took his large arms and wrapped them around her body, pressing his bare chest to her naked body. Minutes passed as she finished the routine, and all König could focus on were how pretty her eyes looked when she focused on something. As well as how their bodies moved opposite each other with their breaths.

Y/n, smoothing out the last moisturizer onto her boyfriend’s face, letting each of her hands rest on either side of his face, palms pressed against his cheeks, fingertips gently clasping onto his face. His face has its share of scares, but is warmer and plumper now that he has been out of the military for a while. She appreciates everything about this man, his tenderness, his patience, and of course how obsessed with her he is. Then breaking her own rules after skin care, she starts pressing soft kisses along his cheeks and jaw, then resting her forehead against his when she was done.

This man’s eyes welled up with tears. He loved how soft she was with him, how kindly she treated him. His mind started to wonder as he started giving her small half blinks, completely enamored with his girlfriend.

“König?” y/n says softly, it was about the third time she called his name. Bringing him out of his stupor. “I’m gonna fix my hair really quick then we can cuddle ok?” she says raising her eye brows slightly. Earning a small nod from König, she figured he would leave and go wait for her on their bed. But instead, he slightly loosens his grip and allows her to stand up. Facing the mirror again, y/n starts to fix her hair from the various clips she used to clip up her curls for her shower. König, still in the bathroom, chose to stand right behind y/n. Completely behind her, pressing his front against her back, bracing his arms on either side of her body.

He can be pretty clingy sometimes, but this was surprising, even for him. Nonetheless, y/n doesn’t mind and finishes with her hair before turning her body. Signaling to König that she was leaving. He holds onto her left hand as she basically leads him to the bed. Quickly breaking from his grasp, she goes to her closet and puts on one of König’s shirts, and a pair of undies before climbing onto the bed and pulling König along with her.

He grabs the tv remote and switches it on, telling her to put on whatever she wants. Then he settles himself in between her legs, now that she’s lying on her back. And nuzzles his face into her chest, wrapping his big ass arms around her middle and sighs contently. She reciprocates by running her fingers through his hair which just brings him past cloud nine.

Y/n switches on some tv show that she has been binging recently and König soon falls asleep against her chest, feeling completely at peace.

notes:

I know this isn’t exactly what the prompt says?? I rly just wanted to write sm where König does a bunch of little things for the reader

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seeingivy · 2 years ago

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you belong with me

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

content: high school!au, gojo is a robotics nerd, reader is class president, emo nanami (my beloved), toji is ur shitass football playing boyfriend, typical cheesy highschool drama

an: tell me why posting this is giving me a tummy ache like I haven't posted for gojo in forever and now i think I suck at it :OOO anyways, please be nice to me about this and close your eyes if you hate it. also, totally reliving my high school days when I was senior class vice president (worst experience of my life) FDLJFKDSJFLS

You’re a hater. A self proclaimed, real-life, deep in your soul hater.

What do you hate today? Being class president.

You hate that you willingly ran, somehow won, had people up your ass all day about stuff that wasn’t in your control, and got stuck in the current situation you were in. Which was arguing with your boyfriend Toji, as you pace around your room and do your own fair share of screaming back.

“You just did that shit because you were pissed at me.”

“I did not, Toji. You know, not everything is about you. Other people needed the money and I put it where it was needed.”

“To the color guard team? Babe, no one gives a fuck about the color guard team. Everyone is at the homecoming game to watch the football team. Not a bunch of idiots waving flags in the air.”

“They’re also part of the game and all their equipment is broken. They need it more than you when you guys literally get donors and funding from the district and-”

“You’re just pissed about the sweetheart thing. That’s why you’re doing this shit and taking it out on everyone else.”

“Toji, I’m not even mad about-”

You’re met with the sound of ringing over the phone, signaling that Toji had enough and finally hung up on you. You flop straight onto your bed, pushing your face so hard into your pillow that sits uncomfortably against your nose and the smell of your laundry detergent makes its way to the crevices of your brain.

You hear a banging behind you and twist around to see Gojo pointing at his walkie-talkie, switching it on as you reach for yours. It’s still covered in glittery pink stickers from when you were seven, the silver coming off on your hand every time you grab it.

“Come in, bunny.”

“Loud and clear, Toru.”

He smiles, setting his hardware down - probably for another weird ass robot he was making - as he holds it up to his face, talking again.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Just arguing with Toji, again. I’ll start allocating some of our funds to get you some sound proof windows.”

“Much appreciated, Madam President. That’s very generous of you.”

You laugh, dropping the walkie talkie to lift your fingertips to your temples, lightly massaging the pulsating under your skin.

“For what it’s worth, the color guard team is really grateful you did that for them. I know Utahime was so excited when the new flags came in, she was flipping them around on the field for hours.”

“That’s why it’s even more annoying. I know what I did was right, but he just doesn’t see it that way. Uta dragged me down to the field to watch them and their choreography looks so much better with the multicolored flags. They were really happy about it.”

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown?”

“Heavy is the head that’s dating Toji Fushiguro.”

He laughs as you switch your channel off, taking the last few seconds to study you before you draw your curtains. He can see the tension sitting in your shoulders and how clearly it hurts you to argue with Toji like this. And it infuriates him. That you even have to go to sleep angry and that the cause is the headass idiot you’re dating.

Toji Fushiguro is lucky, far more lucky than he realizes. Not for obvious reasons. Yeah, he’s a great football player and yeah, he’ll probably get scouted for some really good university at the end of the year. He doesn’t have a shortage of friends or intelligence and for all intents and purposes, he’s loved (which Gojo doesn’t understand at all).

He’ll probably be that scumbag that people see a few years down the line and then get infuriated at. Because if an absolute asshat like Toji Fushiguro can be successful, then truly all things have gone to shit. That the patriarchy is real, that society is broken, living proof that the asshole always wins and everyone else always loses.

But no, those are common reasons to hate Toji Fushiguro - ones he’s heard echoed by Suguru and Shoko every time he does something that pisses the two of them off. Like scream obscenities in the hallways, block their parking spots when they’re going to class, call them names when they walk by.

No. Toji Fushiguro is lucky because he gets to date you. Because out of the long list of girls he had to pick one, Toji just had to pick the one that was his. The girl he’s been in love with since he moved in right across the street and had a smiley neighbor excitedly waving at him through her bay window.

To him, love has always been the pigtail braids you used to wear everyday in the fourth grade, the matching walkie-talkies you bought him in sixth grade when he got grounded, and that sweet smile you’ve had since the first day he’s met you.

And when he sees those green curtains pulled against the bay window he’s stared at for years, where he’s loved you from for years, he lifts the walkie and says what he forgot to mention.

I love you.

Thanks to your gracious ride, you make it to school thirty minutes early. Your intuition - that Toji was ditching you as your ride to school this morning - was correct. Luckily, you made it in time just before class started.

Nanami’s already seated on the green bench outside the classroom, headphones plugged into his ears. As you walk up, you silently wonder how much hair gel it takes to keep his Gerard Way hairstyle in place.

“Hi Kento! How is my best friend doing on this fine morning?”

“We’re not best friends.”

“Sure we are!”

You reach forward and pinch his cheek in your hand, which he only swats off and rolls his eyes at. That’s how you know your best friends. Because if it was anyone else, Nanami would probably break their hand and walk away. But he always lets you tease him, because he know he loves you.

“Are you still fighting with that dog?”

“That dog has a name. And it’s Toji. And I’m not sure, he didn’t pick me up for school this morning.”

“Did he at least tell you he wouldn’t?”

“No. I was lucky enough that Satoru had walked Megs to the bus stop a little late and I was able to get a ride with him.”

Nanami looks over, narrowing his eyes at you, as the hallway starts getting crowded with people. And you know what he’s saying, what he’s been saying for the past few months.

“You know, it’s very normal to give your neighbor a ride when they need one. Not everything has ulterior motives, Kento.”

“That’s true. Everything doesn’t have ulterior motives. But he does. I’ve seen how he looks at you.”

“How does he look at me, Kento?”

“Like he’d kiss the ground you’d walk on.”

You roll your eyes, reaching up to mess up his perfectly styled hair. It doesn’t budge and you get a handful of minty smelling hair gel.

“As if.”

Like you’ve summoned him by bringing him up, Satoru’s sidestepping to where you and Nanami are sitting, Shoko and Getou in tow with him.

“Nanami~~ How’s my best friend doing?” Satoru says, bending over to totally obscure Nanami’s line of vision.

“Shut the fuck up, Gojo.” Nanami responds.

Nanami stands up, giving you a look, before he stalks away to his next class. Leaving you, Satoru, Shoko, and Getou standing in front of your classroom.

“So. I hear you have a robotics competition?” you ask.

“Yeah. Next Saturday. We always practice our hardware out the night before, throw a little party in the lab. You should come.” Getou says, smiling at you.

Satoru smacks Getou in the stomach right after he invites you, clearly trying to tell him something with his eyes. And then when he catches you staring, he gives you a nervous laugh.

You get it. He doesn’t want you there.

“Don’t act too excited to see me now, Satoru. Anything more and I might think you like me.” you bite sarcastically.

“What? No, it’s not like that. I just-” Satoru stutters,

“So you don’t like me?” you say, smirking at him. Shoko and Getou are laughing, the tips of Satoru’s turning pink as he very adamantly tells you that he does indeed like you.

“I have stuff to set up for the homecoming game that day, so I won’t be able to. But I’ll try my best, yeah?”

“Okay. Next time?” Getou asks.

“Sure, Sugar-u. I’ll see you guys around, yeah?”

You give the three of them a polite smile as you trudge away, leaving to meet Toji at his locker and give him a piece of your mind for this morning. Which leaves Shoko and Getou to give Satoru the scolding of his life.

“Are you fucking stupid, Satoru? You made it seem like you didn’t want her there.” Shoko says, smacking him on the back of the head.

“I panicked! Plus, Haibara always likes to play Just Dance and I’d rather not embarrass myself in front of her.” Satoru responds, rubbing the now sore spot on the back of his head.

“You’re hopeless, Satoru. She’s never going to like you if you keep rejecting her the way you do.” Suguru says, dragging him along to the robotics lab.

“She has a boyfriend. Who isn’t me. As if she would even consider dating me in the first place.”

And when the three of them pass you by the lockers, clearly getting yelled at by Toji, it only furthers their argument more.

“Yeah, I’m sure she really loves him, Satoru.”

Your argument with Toji hours prior simmers in your head, as you wait for the bus to arrive and for this godforsaken day to finally be over. You watch him pile into his car with Salma and the other boys from the football team, which only makes your anger fester more.

He’s doing this to piss you off. Of course, he’s doing this to-

“Need a ride?”

You look up and unclench your fists to find Satoru, sparkly blue eyes shining at you and a hand held out to you.

“Thanks.”

He leads you to his car, an almost demolished Honda Civic from his maniacal driving, and you climb in, immediately putting your head in your hands. You can feel him moving around you, the engine purring on and him backing out of the spot.

“About earlier. I don’t not want you to come to the robotics thing. I just thought it was awkward the way he asked you and I-I didn’t want you to feel obligated to come, you know? And I-I’d like it if you came too and so would the rest of us.” he rambles, a hand in his hair.

You look up, his ears tinted pink from the confession.

“I was just teasing you, Satoru. I’ll try to make it by, okay?”

He sighs, a clear breath of relief, and looks over to smile.

“Okay, cool cool cool. Now tell me why you and Toji are fighting.”

“When aren’t we fighting?” you murmur, pressing your head against the glass.

“But why?”

And when you look over, his blue eyes staring into yours, in earnest while the light is red, you unload it all.

“Do you know about the sweethearts thing they do at the homecoming game?”

“Uh. That’s when the cheerleaders wear the jerseys right. And then decorate the locker room or some shit for the players.”

“Yeah. Well, it’s not limited to cheerleaders. It usually is, but if you’re dating someone, that person can do it for you.”

“So I’m guessing Toji doesn’t want you to do it for him.”

“Not exactly. He was just saying that it’s more traditional for a cheerleader to do it since they’re also on the side of the track and he wants to see his name out there instead of running around, trying to make sure the game is running and all that.”

You slump into the chair as Satoru frowns, a pitying look in his eyes, as he keeps driving. You can’t help but watch him, his silhouette against the window - defined jaw, the slope of his nose.

He’s not the guy who ran away from kissing you in the eighth grade. He’s just ten times hotter.

You shake your head, letting the thought spill from your mind, as Satoru looks over.

“Jamoca?” he says, giving you a wide grin.

You can’t help but laugh, nodding as Satoru makes a sharp left turn, making his way to the ice cream shop.

Jamoca is your favorite ice cream flavor. Coffee, layered with fudge and almonds, became a proclaimed favorite when Satoru dragged you once in the sixth grade. After very sorely losing the class president battle, you moped in your room for five days - even going as far as borrowing one of Nanami’s My Chemical Romance vinyls to truly and properly mope.

On day three of blasting the vinyl, Satoru called enough and dragged you to the closest ice cream store, claiming it was the closest thing to therapy that you normies could afford. Since then, any bad day was easily solved with two things.

Jamoca and Satoru.

When you make it to the store, Satoru’s excitedly dragging you out of the car, his hand pressed in yours as you both run into the store, giggling while you order your single scoops. And when he drags you out to the curb and you sit there, you silently think to yourself why you ever stopped doing this in the first place.

Satoru leans over, digging his chocolate fudge covered spoon into your cup, before talking.

“So. If you guys fight so much, why are you still dating?”

“Dunno. Feels weird to initiate a breakup, I guess. I can’t see myself doing it.”

“Even when he wants other girls to be his sweetheart?”

“Even when he wants other girls to be his sweetheart.”

You kick the pebbles into the broken parts of the pavement, leaning your elbows on your knees.

“I don’t know, Toru. I guess he was just the first guy who ever liked me back and then I….spent so much time in the relationship and trying to make it work that it feels weird to let it go now.”

Satoru swallows hard, eyeing his melting ice cream, as he ponders the best response. Because in earnest, he has two options. Support you or be selfish. Support you to stay with Toji, to do what you’ve been doing because he knows it’s what you want. Or be selfish. Tell you that he you deserve better, that he could be that for you if you just let him.

He reaches over, flicking you in the forehead.

“Ouch, asshole.”

“You’ve got a really big brain in there. And you always have. You’ll figure out the right thing to do, just give it time.”

And when you give him a halfhearted smile, reaching over into his cup for a bite of his ice cream, he lets it go.

He can’t be selfish. Not when it comes to you anyways.

After running around all day, you give yourself thirty minutes to go to Satoru’s robotics thing. After triple checking the microphones work, the yearbook team has access to the field, the glitter has been set out for everyone trickling in, and that everyone who could possibly need your phone number has it, you speed run to the other side of campus, to the robotics lab.

And when you make it, the five of them - Haibara, Nanami, Shoko, Getou, and Satoru - are in the room playing Just Dance. Shoko’s sitting on top of the desk, flippantly moving her remote in the air, while Satoru quite literally is trying to give it all he’s got - and losing apparently.

You lightly push the door open, which stops the two of them in their tracks, and you’re met with some very excited cheers as they all drag you into the room. You take a seat next to Nanami, giving his cheek a pinch, which he hates.

“You’re Haibara, right?”

“You know who I am?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re friends with Nanami and Nanami and I are best friends.”

“No we aren’t.” responds Nanami, now sulking two seats away from you.

“Are too.”

You throw the nearest object, a pencil at Nanami, as you turn back to Haibara and laugh.

“I like your shirt. Flight of the Navigator is a really good movie.”

You see Satoru, Shoko, and Suguru’s eyes widen in the back at your words and hear a considerable amount of groaning from Nanami behind you. And after twenty minutes, you find out why.

Haibara really, really loves Flight of the Navigator. Almost too much. In earnest, you barely remember the movie - at most, maybe the weird little alien companion he has. But here Haibara is, reciting the cast, the directors, acting out the scenes and it’s clear to you that you’ve tapped into some monster they all keep hidden.

Luckily for you, Satoru comes to your rescue.

“Okay, Haibara. I’m going to steal her for you for some Just Dance.”

“I don’t Just Dance Satoru.”

“Oh yeah? You’re just saying that because you know you’re going to lose.”

You scoff, knowing exactly what he’s doing.

“As if, sweetheart. I distinctly remember you banning us from ever playing that game together after I beat you in the fifth grade.”

“You’re rusty. Maybe we’ll start with something easy. Like Rasputin.”

“I could do Rasputin in my sleep, bitch.”

“Prove it.”

You roll your eyes as you march over to the front, where they’re projecting the game onto the screen. And just for posterity’s sake, you take Satoru’s sunglasses from where they were flipped over on the desk and put them on, effectively blinding yourself from the screen.

And when the songs start, you can hear them all laughing behind you, Satoru and you hurling insults at each other as you dance on. And somewhere around the middle, you’re sure Satoru must be losing because he grabs your hands and suddenly he’s swinging you around in the air, his hands on your waist as you laugh.

And when you take your blindfold off and the song dies down, Satoru wins by five points.

“You asshole. You literally cheated, Satoru.”

“Did not. You’re just a sore loser, bitch.”

“You kiss your mom with that mouth?”

“Every night, sweetheart.”

You put the palm of your hand in his face as you push him away, moving to sit on the desk. He joins you, the two of you now watching Haibara and Nanami have a very one sided dance battle.

After forty-five minutes, Satoru’s phone buzzes three times and the smile on his face drops when he checks. You place your hand on his, squeezing twice before asking.

“You okay?”

“Huh. Oh, yeah. I-I think you should go to the field. Right now.”

“Wait, what? But you hate that kind of-”

He grabs your hand, dragging you out, as you both start running to the field. You keep asking as he pulls you on, getting almost no response and only a faster pace.

And when you reach the field, you catch just the end of it and the only thing grounding you to that moment is Satoru and Utahime, who was surely the one who had texted Satoru, holding onto your shoulders.

Salma, the cheerleader Toji picked to be his sweetheart, just asked him to homecoming during halftime. And he said yes.

Utahime squeezes your hand three times, a soft look in her eyes when she talks.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just thought you would want to know and I wanted to tell you because you’ve been nothing but nice to me.”

You smile, moving into her open arms as you whisper a small thank you into her shoulder. She leaves, having to return to the color guard team waiting for her on the side, leaving you and Satoru standing on the pavement right by the field.

“Take you home?”

“Thanks, Toru.”

“You want Jamoca?”

“Not today.”

He nods, a hand on the small of your back, as he leads you to his car, even going as far as opening the door for you and letting you crack the windows while you drive back - which you know he hates.

At the first red light, he taps on the top of your head to get your attention.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”

“What? Of course, not. Toji is just an asshat who doesn’t see you for what you’re worth and-”

“No. No, no. Not like that. Do you think there’s something wrong with me because I’m not even the tiniest bit sad right now? I’m…relieved.”

Satoru looks over, the red front the traffic light flashing on your face, and a blank expression staring back at him.

“Of course, not. He’s a grade one idiot. Anyone in your position would feel that way, bunny.”

“I know. That’s true.”

“But?”

“Does this make me defective, Satoru? Like, maybe I just can’t like people that much or something and I was the problem.”

Satoru twiddles his thumbs on the steering wheel, pondering the same question he has been asking for the past few days. Encourage her or be selfish.

He can’t be selfish with you.

“Okay, Y/N. Close your eyes.”

“Huh?”

“Just do it.”

“Okay.”

He looks over, to find you eyelids fluttering shut, your face lit up by the streetlights outside.

“Now. Tell me about your dream guy, bunny.”

“What are you going on ab-”

“Just do it.”

You sigh, before thinking hard about his question.

“Someone I can be comfortable with. That’s my type. Like we can have fun together and play games but also being around them is comforting to me. Things might suck, but at least they are there to kind of pick me up at the end of the day. They’re nice to people and are surrounded by good company, because you are who you love and they try to be better each day.”

After finishing, you open your eyes to find Satoru staring at you, an all-knowing look on his face.

“Bunny?”

“Toru?”

“Does that sound anything like Toji to you?”

You slump back into your chair, sinking down.

“No.” you murmur.

“You aren’t defective. Well, maybe in the higher level cognitive thinking part because you clearly have some impaired decision making but-”

“Hey. Don’t be rude, asshole.”

“Get out of the car.”

You crane your head out the window to see you’re in fact not at your house, but at the ice cream store. And when he comes around to your side of the car, opening your door, he drags you out, the two of you eating you ice cream in the light of the dingy lamp outside the store.

You knock hard on your window, only stopping when Satoru looks up from his desk, dropping the pencil he was just scribbling with. You point to your walkie talkie, switching on the channel as he grabs his.

“Hi bunny. You look nice.”

“Thank you. Are you coming tonight?”

To homecoming. Because despite all odds and last night, you still have to go. And crown the homecoming king and queen since you’re the class president, which you’re sure will be Salma and Toji since the universe is very, very kind to you.

“I’m sorry. Haibara needed help designing something for next week.”

“Oh. Okay. I wish you were.”

“I wish I was too. His hardware is Flight of the Navigator themed so wish me luck.”

You laugh, giving him one last smile as he pulls the curtains to his window. And when you see his navy windows against the pane you’ve stared at him through for years, it only now occurs to you.

When he asked you to describe that last night, he unlocked something. Bringing it to your attention, to the forefront of your mind.

The person you were describing is him. You lift your walkie talkie to your mouth, press the button, and mention the words you forgot to say.

I love you.

And then you turn on your heel and drive yourself to the dance.

Satoru ponders it for thirty minutes.

Support her or be selfish. Support her or be selfish. Support her or be selfish.

Be fucking selfish.

Satoru gets up, dropping the hardware he was making for Haibara, and pulls out the first suit he can find. He grabs his walkie talkie off his desk, convinces Megumi to go beg your mom (who loves Megumi) for your walkie talkie, and then goes ninety on the freeway to get to the school on time.

He finds Nanami first, the glob of gel on his head somehow even worse than normal and sets his plan in motion.

“Nanami.”

“Please, for the love of god, not tod-”

“Go hand this to Y/N.”

Nanami and now Shoko are taking the walkie in their hands, flipping it over and inspecting it like they’re the fucking FBI. And more importantly, wasting time.

Three feet away, you’re standing by the punch table, counting how many balloons are on the ceiling. You reach three hundred and fifteen when you’re approached for the first time that night, by Nanami and Shoko.

“Nanami. What is going on with your hair? You can’t possibly need that much hair gel.”

“You would be shocked, Y/N.”

“That's what I said to him too. But this is for you.” Shoko says.

She hands you your walkie talkie, the silver glitter coming off on your hand, as you flip it over.

“Did you break into my house, Shoko?”

“No. But I’m guessing Satoru did. He ran in here five minutes ago and basically yelled at us to give it to you.”

They both shrug as they walk away and you look around, clutching the walkie talkie so hard in your hand you think you might break it. Satoru’s here.

And when you scan your eyes around the room, you see him at the front door, his eyes already fixed on yours. He’s smiling so big that it makes your heart squelch and suddenly you’re moving towards him. And as you both start walking (running) to each other, you can’t help but feel the anticipation of what’s coming.

Except that’s right when Toji stands in the middle of the two of you, his characteristic slimy, sneer on his face. He reaches for your hand first.

“Can we talk, Y/N?”

"No."

You shrug your hand off, pushing right past him, as you walk closer to Satoru. You can hear Toji shouting something at you, but you’re too tunnel visioned on Satoru to pay attention. And when you reach him, you’re both smiling so big at each other, that it makes your face hurt.

He lifts his walkie talkie to his mouth, talking first.

“Come in, bunny?”

“Loud and clear, Toru.”

“I love you.”

You can feel yourself smiling so big, so excited that you’re basically jumping on your toes, your walkie shaking in your hand.

“I love you.”

“Oh thank god. I was scared I was going to get a breaking and entering charge.”

You laugh, pulling him down by his tie and kissing him square on his face. And when he pulls away, ears pink and face red, you whisper against his lips.

“It was always going to be you. I belong with you.”

He smiles, that stupid smile you’ve stared at, loved for years and you can’t help but cheese, leaning forward to kiss him again.

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samsno1 · 1 year ago

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Happy Birthday Dean!

Dean Winchester x Reader

short one-shot for Dean's birthday because i had to do something for him. this was a bit rushed but very sweet. this fic also shows how much of a led zep nerd i am (oops)

Summary: It's your boyfriend's birthday and you wanted to make it special

Warnings: FLUFF, sexy time implied and dean's dirty mind (as always), not proof read, english is not my first language

WC: 2k

enjoy!

You woke up early that morning and made sure Dean would sleep until late. When you woke up his arms were tight around you, like they always were when you slept, his naked chest glued to your, also, naked back – last night was interesting, to say the least. His warm breath in the back of your neck and his gentle snoring almost lulling you back to sleep but today was a special day, it was Dean’s birthday and you wanted to do something special.

You knew that celebrating his birthday wasn’t common, always too much on his mind and too little people that cared. But you did and you made a promise to yourself to make his birthday be the best one he ever had.

With that said, you reluctantly got out of his grip, making Dean groan in his sleep, knowing even unconsciously the emptiness in his arms. You smiled to yourself at that and admired Dean’s sleeping state for a while longer. He always looked so peaceful – even if he had a weapon under his pillow. He could rest. He had admitted to you once that you were one of the main reasons for that. Knowing you were safe in his arms made him feel safe and it was a mutual feeling. Oh you loved him so much.

You got up, turning away from your boyfriend and putting some clothes on. The ones you were wearing last night scattered all around, the memories making your face heat up. When you left the bedroom, you gave Dean one last look, his strong chest going up and down with deep breaths and one of his feet peeking out from under the cover. You smiled and closed the door behind you.

You spotted Sam in the kitchen before going out and told him your plans for the day.

“Please, if he wakes up, tell him I went out to buy…tampons or just say I’m going to help Charlie with some things she asked for and I’ll be back later” You told him and Sam guaranteed you that Dean would not know about your surprise. You gave Sam a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek as a thank you and bolted to the garage.

You haven’t used your own car in a while so it was weird stepping into the driver’s seat of a car different from the Impala. On your way to the nearest grocery store you made some calls. Charlie and Cas were coming later for the little party and they seemed more than excited to get the invite from you on the phone.

You bought all the flavors of pie you found there. Apple, cherry, pecan, you name it and some other salty snacks. In a liquor store nearby you got beers and whiskey. But there was one thing you were very much looking forward to.

Well, a while ago you had made some calls, some contacts here and there who were also fond of classic rock hooked you up with a guy who was selling a limited edition Led Zeppelin vinyl. A version of Led Zeppelin IV. What can you say, you were kind of also into them, it was one of the reasons you and Dean bonded so quickly in the first place.

You had to drive for two hours (totalizing four to go there and come back) to get the vinyl but it was worth it. You had told Sam about this and he made a face, asking you how you found the money for this but you refused to tell him and just laughed. Once you got the vinyl you would come back as quickly as you could so that Dean wouldn’t suspect it.

Two hours after you left Dean woke up, noticing the other side of the bed empty. He frowned and threw the covers off his body to get up and put clothes on, then leave the bedroom. When he got into the main room in the bunker Sam was sitting at the table, books and a cup of coffee in front of him and he looked up, a wide smile opening up in his face.

Sam stood up and Dean smiled back, opening his arms for a hug.

“Good morning and Happy Birthday” Sam said, his hand patting Dean harshly on the back, earning a laugh from the oldest.

“Thanks Sammy, where’s Y/N?” Dean asked after they pulled away from each other, looking around as if you would pop out from behind the shelves.

“She went to help Charlie with some stuff, she’ll be back soon” He answered and Dean nodded, still a little bitter for you not being with him in bed and giving him a birthday morning sex as a present. Well, maybe there would be a birthday night sex. He smirked at the thought and went to the kitchen to get some coffee.

You were almost back at the bunker, the vinyl secured inside your bag wrapped in cheap colorful paper that you got at the convenience store. Charlie had texted you she was almost there and Cas said he was arriving soon.

You texted Sam saying that you were due back in 20 minutes since you were a few miles away and that he could distract Dean for a while so that you could make little decorations for the birthday party. Sam agreed and told you he would try and keep Dean away from the house for an hour or so. Perfect.

Once you arrived you got right to work, blowing balloons, getting the pies and the chips ready and hiding your present in a bedroom that used to be yours before you started sleeping with Dean. Charlie arrived with Cas and had helped you put everything up, talking to you about how nice it was of you to do this and that she would kill to have a girlfriend like you. You laughed at the comment and jokingly said that Dean had, in fact, killed for you – even if it wasn’t totally a joke.

Sam had texted you again. Back in 10. Perfect timing Moose. Everything was done by the time you received the message and you decided to hide behind the furniture so that it would purposefully make Dean confused since he definitely would see your car parked in the garage.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you here?” You heard the door opening and the unmistakable voice of your boyfriend and his brother filled your ears. The talking stopped, Dean probably noticing the weird silence in the place and you knew he was probably reaching for his gun about this moment, his steps becoming lighter on the stairs. You held back a chuckle.

Once he came down the last step you jumped from behind the table, Charlie and Castiel along with you. He indeed had his gun out, Sam almost red from holding back his laughter behind him.

“Happy Birthday Dean!” You four screamed, startling the man. But, once the shock was gone he broke out into a huge smile and you ran into his arms, wrapping your hands around his neck as he twirled you around, a fit of giggles coming out of you as he laughed. He put you down and gave you a firm peck on the lips.

“So this is what you were actually doing, I thought you had abandoned me this morning” He said and you playfully rolled your eyes at his drama. He pulled away from you and walked towards the table. “Baby this is amazing, you’re amazing”

He hugged Charlie and Cas, thanking both of them too for the surprise. He rubbed both his hands together, just like how a Disney villain would, and smiled widely.

“All right, let’s get this party started shall we?” He said and you all laughed at his childness, already reaching for a slice of pie and a beer bottle.

Everything was perfect, you had never seen Dean this happy – except when you guys kissed for the first time and he looked like he had won the lottery. He was laughing, having fun and talking about everything and you noticed how this little party meant more to him than you imagined.

By the end, Charlie, Sam and Cas had given him their presents. Each had some importance to Dean in a different way but yours was left for later, you wanted to be alone with him when he received it.

It was late when the party ended, everyone was a bit drunk and full of food. You told Charlie and Cas they could stay the night and they thanked you for it, each going to clean up and go to bed. You stayed behind to clean the mess.

While you were cleaning some plates in the kitchen you felt a big pair of hands wrap around your waist and kisses being left over your shoulders. You hummed and leaned back on Dean's chest, one of his hands wandering lower.

“Hm, and what is your present to me, huh sweetheart?” He said. Before he could lower his hand even more you grabbed his wrist gently. You could practically hear his pout and you turned around on his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I have one,” You smiled. “Well, more than one” You completed with a suggestive grin and Dean smirked down at you, smashing his lips on yours in a mindblowing kiss, his tongue dancing beautifully against yours as his hands gripped your hips. You reluctantly pulled away by pressing a hand to his chest and he groaned in disapproval. You chuckled. “I’m serious, I have something for you”

You grabbed his hand and led him to your shared room, telling him to wait there as you grabbed the wrapped vinyl in your previous bedroom. When you came back your hands were holding the album teasingly behind your back, a giddy smile on your face.

You extended your hands in front of you, the wrapped gift gripped by your fingers and Dean smiled at you.

“Happy Birthday handsome” You said and he grabbed the gift, studying the wrapping as he undid the knot tying it closed. You bit your lip, analyzing his face as he slowly discarded the wrapper and looked at the album in his hands.

Dean’s eyes widened and his mouth opened in a perfect ‘O’. He looked between you and the classic rock vinyl and placed your gift delicately over the bed before wrapping his arms around you and smashing his lips to yours. You yelped when he picked you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

“I love you so much, thank you” He said after he pulled away. “How did you even find this?”

“I have my sources” You said with a grin and kissed him again. He put you down and went to grab the vinyl again, taking the disc out of the cover. He had a vinyl player in his room and he put it there to play, the sound of “Black Dog” filling the small room.

He turned back to you and slowly walked your way, playfully dancing to the tune, shaking his shoulders making you chuckle. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into him, giving you a passionate, deep, loving kiss and you melted. Your hand went to the back of his neck to tug at the strands making him groan.

He pushed back you until your knees hit the bed, making you fall into the mattress. He lowered his lips to your neck leaving hickeys and bites along the flesh making you let out low moans and groans.

He held himself up by his elbows, his face close to yours.

“What’s my other present?” He whispered against your lips and you grinned wickedly, one of your hands rubbing at his chest.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself, hm?” You whisper back seductively and he kisses you again, his hands traveling under your shirt and rubbing at your flesh.

Dean never really liked birthdays but today, for him, was the best day ever because as long as he got to spend it with you, nothing could make it bad.

A/N: Likes and reblogs encourage me to keep writing. Feedback makes those writing better. Thank you for reading, XoXo

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misseviehyde · 1 year ago

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Ian couldn't work it out. He was the smartest guy at school and yet this had him stumped.

As his fingers addictively smashed the buttons of his controller - he couldn't conceive why his bully had given him this amazing game. It was so fucking good and he thought Brett hated him. Yet - yesterday the bully had slid a jewel case into his hand and told him he should give this game a go.

'The Simps', was the most addictive computer game Ian had ever played. Hour after hour seemed to slip by and yet his hunger for the game never diminished.

In the game you controlled your character and made life choices for them. Your choices would play out and the objective was to make choices that brought your character more popularity and pleasure.

The game was so awesome but it was annoying that for some reason his character had pre-loaded as 'Brett.' Now he was forced to pilot an avatar of his popular bully around the game - but that hadn't stopped him from enjoying it so far.

Ian was badly addicted. His hair was unkempt, and he hadn't been to college for three days. Take-away food wrappers littered the room and his eyes were dark from lack of sleep.

His phone buzzed and irritated by the distraction he glanced down. It was his lovely girlfriend Riley again. Why did she have to keep bothering him? A message flashed up.

"Babe... where are you? I miss you."

Ian felt a flash of anger at his stupid girl. How dare she get in the way of him playing the game? The game was all that mattered.

He and Riley had been dating for about a year after finally getting out of the friendzone. She was a nerd too, shy in front of others - but with him cute, with a zany sense of humour.

Since he had started playing the game he had hardly seen her, and now rather than missing her he felt a kind of panic that she might take him away from the game.

Switching his phone to airplane mode he returned his attention to The Simps.

He was just entering a new level. A prompt box with his mission flashed up. "Seduce and corrupt your victims girlfriend into your bad little bitch." This sounded fun.

His avatar was entering an area that looked amazingly like his actual college. Pushing Brett forward he watched the other characters getting out of his way. He'd leveled up his strength at the gym and no one in this game was gonna mess with him.

Finally he spotted his target by a water fountain. A sad looking girl with glasses, shortish hair and a plain black hoody. Walking his avatar over he initiated a dialogue box.

It was amazing but this character looked a lot like his girlfriend Riley, so when the prompt asked him to give this character a name, he put Riley.

Riley was crying. Checking out her stats, Ian saw that she was sad because her boyfriend was ignoring her and she felt lonely.

Grinning, Ian knew just what to do. His character in the game had recently acquired an ability that allowed him to adjust other characters stats.

Entering Riley's head he began to play the mini-game.

In this screen it was possible to tweak and adjust her personality and desires using corruption points. He needed to turn this goody goody into a bad bitch. He was able to use the loneliness she felt as a starting point - that could be converted into corruption points to use on her personality.

He needed to bring down the love meter for her stupid boyfriend. To do that he converted her loneliness into anger. How dare her boyfriend ignore her! Corruption points began to rack up.

He grinned as he stoked the fires of her anger and hatred, watching the love meter start to drop as she began to make other adjustments.

Now to give her something else to focus on. Something that would let him start turning her into a bitch.

Ian began to increase her horniness attribute and subtly alter her desires. A mini-menu showed him that Riley didn't have any major kinks - so he started to add some.

Leather kink activated. Size Queen kink activated. Smoking kink activated.

Having run out of corrruption points to make further adjustments, Ian came out of the mini game and had Brett offer Riley a cigarette to cheer her up.

She eagerly took it and began to smoke groaning as the nicotine took hold and the thrill of doing something so naughty began to rack up more corruption points.

Removing his leather jacket, he had Brett offer it to her and taking off her hoody, she snuggled into it, groaning at the feeling of the warm leather against her skin.

Ian grinned as he saw the digital Riley's lust meter begin to rise and her avatars eyes began to drop down more and more to Brett's crotch.

A few levels ago, Ian had increased his dick size attribute and now his digital avatar was rocking nine fat inches. Riley's lust was rising.

Offering the girl a ride on his motorbike, Ian grinned with satisfaction as her hand slipped into Brett's.

Going back into the sub menu, he saw he now had plenty more corruption points to spend. He began to increase Riley's attitude, giving her a bad and bitchy approach.

A naughty sway came into her characters hips as he began to reduce her interest in college and books and pumped up her narcissim and sluttiness. Pulling down the intelligence meter, he boosted her recklessness and grinned as he saw her love meter for her boyfriend drop to a paltry ten percent.

Anothet meter on the screen told Ian that the Riley characters panties were now at 100% soaking. She was breathing heavily and as they passed the girls toilets she suddenly pulled Brett inside.

Mashing buttons on his console, Ian grinned as the avatar of Riley sank to her knees and began to give Brett a blowjob.

The room filled with a sucking slurping sound as the ultra realistic sound effects and cinematics kicked in and he sat back and relaxed for a few minutes.

His own small cock was rock hard and watching a digital avatar that looked and sounded so like his real girlfriend suck a bullies nine inch dick was so fucking hot.

Riley moaned and slurped, Brett's cock going deeper and deeper down her dirty throat as her bitchy/slut meter continued to rise and her love meter began to drop rapidly.

"Yesss Brett, you are my boyfriend now. I hate that loser Ian," popped up a text box. "Fuck me and make me your slut."

Ian frowned. He didn't remember inputting his own name into the game. What the hell?

On the screen the couple were now fucking. Riley was bent over the sink moaning as Brett's nine inchs pounded in and out of her slutty body.

Her clothing had changed. There were now so many corruption points to spend they were automatically being assigned to skills and attributes.

Dick sucking. Anal. Titjob. Dirty talk.

Bit by bit Riley was becoming the dirtiest, baddest bitch possible.

A spiked collar now surrounded her neck and her sensible clothing had now become a mesh onesie. Black stockings encased her legs and she had knee length biker boots on

Brett's leather jacket now fit her like a glove and her red lips were parted in a snarl of pleasure as she pushed back on his big cock.

Long nails sprang from her fingers and naughty tattoos swirled into life on her lithe body. She was a fucking bad biker bitch now and her tight holes were for bad boys for Brett to use.

Both characters hit orgasm at the same time and Ian had to turn the volume down on his TV due to embarassment.

Cum dripping down her fishnets, the new Riley lit a cigarette and threw her arms around her new boyfriend.

The words 'LEVEL COMPLETE' popped up.

Suddenly a wave of tiredness hit Ian. For the first time in days the addiction to play the game was gone.

Saving the game, he turned it off and groggily rubbed his face. He felt so weak.

A sudden banging on the door startled him and he went to answer. Opening it he gaped as he saw Brett on his doorstep, motorbike parked on the drive and next to him with a wicked smirk on her slutty face Riley.

"Oh look babe, it's my tiny dicked pathetic loser boyfriend."

Ian gawped. She looked exactly like the slut from the game. She looked like an evil biker bitch.

"I want my game back nerd," laughed Brett. "I got what I wanted and now you don't need it anymore. I knew you'd be a good player and now your girlfriend is the hot bitchy slut I always knew she could be. Thanks for corrupting her for me."

Kissing Riley, the two made out for a moment and Brett slid his hands possessively all over her body. "She's mine now loser. Now get my fucking game and go back to pumping your hand like a loser."

Ian obeyed and watching Brett mounting his bike with Riley behind him felt tears in his eyes.

Now it all made sense. Brett had used him. The game was magic and it had actually transformed Riley.

He had been... played...

#evie hyde #bitchification #f2f transformation #f2f corruption #bad girl #biker #magic game #bully #evil bitch

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wordsbyrian · 2 years ago

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Not So Secret Girlfriend - Ona Batlle x Reader

Summary: Another Polyglot fic. In which everyone is suddenly very concerned with R's love life.

A/N: This was requested by someone months ago (I forgot to write down who it was because it wasn't an anon) and I finally got around to writing it. The ending isn't exactly what I wanted but alas.

The international break is something that you have conflicted feelings about.

On one hand, you get to see and play alongside your national teammates and represent your country at the highest level.

And on the other hand, you have to make two 9+ hour flights in two weeks and jet lag can be a real bitch.

At the beginning of your time with the national team, it was especially bad because not only were you jet lagged but you were also really nervous which affected the amount of sleep you were getting.

Now, more than three years since your first camp, you’ve got your place pretty locked in (even if you don’t start every game) and some of your friends from the youth teams are here too.

You had previously thought it would be fun. Yet, you find yourself rethinking that considering you’re currently being harassed by Ashley Sanchez and Sophia Smith before you’ve even finished your coffee.

The source of the teasing is your phone which has chimed with a new text every 45 seconds since you’ve placed it on the table.

“Sophia, can you believe that Y/N/N just abandoned us to go play in Spain and now she’s too cool to even talk to us at breakfast,” Ashley asks in a tone that you are more than familiar with, it’s overly dramatic and you smile a little hearing it.

“It’s crazy,” Sophia agrees. “Our little nerd is all grown up. Seems like just yesterday we were in France trying to get her to show off her language skills for the locals.”

“They grow up so fast,” Jaelin pretends to weep as she joins the three of you at the table.

Sighing deeply, you shake your head at them and reach for your phone only to end up glaring at Ashley when she snatches it away.

“Sanchez,” you say warningly, “It’s too early for this.”

“It’s too early for your phone to be blowing up like you’re the plug,” she responds before looking over her shoulder. “Naomi,” she shouts, “hurry up, we’re going through Y/N’s phone.”

“No, we’re not,” you say.

“Yea, we are,” Sophia and Jaelin say in perfect unison.

Sighing once more, you sit back and let it happen, focusing back on your breakfast.

It’s hard though because you’re practically forced to listen to their running commentary on the contents of your phone.

“All of her texts are in Spanish.”

“Makes sense, they’re all to her Barcelona teammates.”

“Nah, she texted us and Press too, those are in English.”

“And this one is from ‘Red Heart Emoji’ aka long-term secret girlfriend, but that’s in Spanish too.”

“It can’t be a secret if you four know about her,” you say not looking up.

“And yet, we know nothing about her except that she has brown hair and for some odd reason is attracted to you,” Naomi says, “Super cute, secret contact photo though.”

“Woah,” you say, slightly offended when the others chuckle. “I’m a fucking catch.”

“I’m sure mystery girlfriend thinks that,” Sophia starts, “But we’ve known you since you were 13 so we know better.”

“I should’ve found better friends when I had a chance.”

“You’d never get rid of us Y/N/N,” Jae says, “Here’s your phone back.”

Just as you reach for it another hand reaches out and grabs it.

You follow the hand until you see the face of the person it belongs to, and you can only shake your head when you see Kelley.

“Sup Baby Genius,” she says, “What’s this I’m hearing about a secret girlfriend?”

Standing up, you roll your eyes before taking your phone back from the veteran player and walking away.

“We’re not having this conversation,” you say, “See you at practice.”

“We will eventually Y/N,” Kelley shouts after you.

“No we won’t you,” you respond, making your way out of the room.

By the time practice comes around that afternoon, your love life has become a popular topic of conversation.

And much to your chagrin, it doesn’t seem like the other women plan on letting up anytime soon, every free moment sees you peppered with questions.

Luckily, or unluckily rather, your friends are more than willing to answer any that they can.

Their answers aren’t very satisfying considering they don’t actually know that much but it does get the others off your back for a bit.

The one question you do answer yourself though is because you’re slightly offended when you hear it.

“Do Christen and Tobin know,” someone asks.

And it hurts your feelings. The idea that you wouldn’t tell something this important to the two women who have become almost like surrogate parents to you.

“Of course they do,” you respond, “And before anyone asks, Mal does too, why do you think she isn’t asking questions?”

After that, the team mostly gives up on trying to get you to tell them who your girlfriend is.

Even Kelley leaves it alone although she does still make a show of moaning and groaning whenever she sees Sanchez and Sophia, upset once again that they didn’t tell her something.

But even that is nothing more than her usual playful whining which is great because it means that you can go back to focusing on how you're supposed to play against your girlfriend and club teammates at the end of the week.

You’ve played against them once before but that was years ago and you were only on the field for maybe three minutes.

Now though, you’re more experienced and Vlatko has already all but told you to expect to play the full 90.

This is why you’re not surprised when he asks you to share what you know about the Spaniards in the final meeting on MD-1.

“Well,” you say, looking at how the coaches think your opposition will lineup, “The most important thing is that they play a pretty positionless style, so don’t be surprised if you’re not marking who the lineup says you will be, hell, don’t be surprised if Mapi pops up as the CAM. And I know you think that stopping Alexia is paramount but Patri and Aitana can dribble around or through you with just as much skill if not more.”

“Thank you, Y/L/N is there anything else you care to tell us,” Coach asks.

“Athenea is fucking annoying,” you say plainly, much to the amusement of your teammates.

Vlatko, on the other hand, just rolls his eyes and continues with the meeting.

When it’s done and you’ve been released, you do your best to leave the room quickly but without drawing any attention to yourself.

It doesn’t work though because you’re stopped by the head trainer Mary.

“How are you feeling,” she asks.

“Good.”

“Jetlag gone? Sleeping well?”

“Yup, I’m ready to go,” you tell her, bouncing on your toes.

“Alright,” she says with a smile, “I’m done bothering you, go call your girlfriend.”

That stops you in your tracks and leaves you staring at the trainer with your mouth open and eyes wide.

“How did you know that,” you manage to stutter out.

“Well, one, this team can’t speak softly to save its life, and two,” she says, “I was 21 once too. Now go on.”

Shooting the trainer, you smile and rush off.

The next day, your pre-match routine goes off without a hitch. Morning meditation, headphones, and a vow of silence, sees you in the best possible headspace for the match.

You’ve done everything you possibly could to prepare for this but still, as you stand in the tunnel across from your club teammates, you can’t help but to feel slightly off.

It doesn’t matter though because before you know it, you’re in your spot on the field and the first whistle is blown.

You don’t touch the ball much in the first 15 minutes but in the 16th a quickly played pass from Sully sees you breaking down the wing with the ball at your feet.

It’s easy enough to get going at what is nearly full speed for you, your opponents not having expected you to take off rather than completing the give-and-go with Andy.

One of the people you get past is Athenea and you can’t help but toss an ‘adios’ over your shoulder on your way.

It’s a great run if you do say so yourself, but as you go to make the final cross into the box, you find it blocked by someone you are very familiar with.

You let out a curse as you trudge to take your place for the resulting corner but you can’t help but smile slightly as you see your girlfriend smirking at you.

No goal comes from the corner and the game continues.

Your next major involvement doesn’t come until the 25th minute and it’s because Patri tries to send a long ball over the top to get Athenea in behind. You manage to get the first touch to it, bringing it down softly. You even get a pass off sending it up to Sully but less than a second later, you’re laying on the pitch clutching your foot as the result of a late challenge from Athenea

It hurts really fucking bad but what it does more than that anything is piss you off. So you just get up and shake your head at her,

You know what face you’re making and your teammates on both sides of the ball know what it means: Athenea is going to be in for a long day.

For the rest of the half, you do your best to make her life a living hell, putting a little more force into your tackles and being slightly more annoying with your trash talk. And the ref, well she either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care because you manage to keep it clean even if you are toeing the line.

Vlatko definitely notices though and at halftime, you get a very stern talking to about your aggression and making slightly better choices since some of your tackles put the ball right at Spanish feet.

You only sort of listen to him.

Your battle against Athenea continues into the second half but it’s not the only thing you have to deal with.

Part of Vlatko’s halftime talk included him wanting you to get forward more, putting the team in a 3-4-3 while attacking but keeping your standard 4-3-3 when you get back on defense.

This meant that you were doing a lot more running and that you had a lot more encounters with Spain’s right back, Batlle, in your attacking half.

It’s a lot of back and forth, especially with the game remaining scoreless. And the two of you can’t help but trade a few verbal barbs as well.

She tries and fails to body block you off the ball and you make a quip about how that might work against the WSL players but not you.

You over-hit a cross and she asks which of your veteran teammates taught you that.

In the 69th minute, when both teams go to make substitutions, you mouth the words ‘game over’ to her when you see that Sophia is coming on. She just shakes her head and points back to the sideline where you see Pina and Lucia Garcia standing by the 4th official.

Those subs do mean the end of your battle against Athenea but you don’t actually care about that since you’ll have plenty of time to annoy her during the next Clasico match.

The subs do have the desired effect though because, in the 79th minute, you manage to send in a through ball that finds Sophia’s feet before it hits the back of the net.

Unfortunately, the lead doesn’t last long because, in the 84th minute, Batlle gets an assist of her own by cutting the ball back to Aitana who rockets it past Naeher.

And the game ends that way, a 1-1 draw.

Immediately after the final whistle, you find yourself shaking hands and being pulled into hugs by your Barcelona teammates.

There are a couple of jokes cracked and Mapi repeatedly asks what you kept saying to Athenea to piss her off but you refuse to tell her. Both Pina and Patri ask for your jersey but you tell them it’s already been promised to someone else. They ask who and you don’t tell them.

20 minutes later, you’re leaning against a wall somewhere in the depths of the stadium holding said jersey in your hand and waiting for someone.

You don’t wait for long, no more than five minutes before someone launches into you like a heat-seeking missile.

“Long time no see, Onita,” you greet, looking down at your girlfriend who has already buried her face in your shoulder.

Her response is grumbled into your shoulder and since you can’t really understand it so you just chuckle softly and hold her tighter.

The two of you stand there for a while holding each other and engaging in soft conversation. Nothing important is said, it’s just the two of you enjoying a quiet moment.

It lasts a while but not nearly long enough because suddenly there are voices coming towards you from both sides of the hallway.

From the left, a loud American you instantly recognize as Sanchez is trying to convince someone to make a bet with her about what you're doing. And from the right, another group, you vaguely recognize one voice as Leila, shouting in a mixture of Catalan and Spanish. That group is too hectic for you to make out what’s being said.

“Time’s up,” she whispers to you, trying to take a step back but failing when you don’t let her go.

“It’s fine,” you tell her, “Although Leila might give you the kicked-puppy look for a couple of weeks.”

A few seconds later, both groups stand in front of you with various looks of shock on their faces.

From the US, it’s exactly who you thought it would be, Sanchez, Sophia, and Mal, who barely waits half a second before pulling out her phone and texting who you assume to be Christen and Tobin. The Spanish search party consists of Leila (obviously), Pina, and Patri, who bursts out laughing like this is the funniest thing she’s ever seen.

A moment passes…

And then an explosion of noise as they all begin to speak at once, the languages mixing and overlapping in a way that’s impossible to follow.

Taking a deep breath, you separate yourself from Ona, giving her a quick kiss and passing her your jersey. Once no longer intertwined, you take a step forward, hold a finger up to your lips, and wait for the group to quiet down before speaking.

“I will be taking no further questions. Thank you,” you say once they do, immediately turning on your heel and walking away.

There’s another explosion of noise as everyone protests that and just underneath it, you can hear Ona laugh before she calls your name which makes you stop and turn back to her.

“Y/N/N, aquí, toma esto,” she says, tossing you her Spain jersey.

Catching it, you smile at her before turning back around and continuing to walk away.

You get maybe 15 steps away before you hear what sounds like a herd of bulls coming up behind you as your teammates catch up.

“Kelley is going to be so mad that we know who your secret girlfriend is and she doesn’t,” Sophia says, falling into step with you.

“It’s going to be great,” Sanchez grins.

“Just do me a favor and wait until I’m back in Spain to tell her that you know,” you respond, “I can’t deal with that backlash in person.”

“What do I get in return?”

You take a moment to think about it before answering, “A favor in return, no questions asked.”

“Deal.”

“Y/N,” Mal shakes her head at you, “You just made a deal with the devil.”

“Too late now.”

#uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #muwfc x reader #muwfc imagine #espwnt imagine #espwnt x reader

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jungkoode · 16 days ago

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THE 25TH HOUR | O1

“𝟎𝟏:𝟓𝟗 𝐀𝐌”

"Time doesn't just stop at 1:59 AM. It fractures, it bleeds, and it brings a stranger who feels achingly familiar. And maybe the biggest mystery isn't the frozen city—it's why he looks at you like he's already lost you a thousand times."

next | index

— chapter details

word count: 2,4k

content: waking up in the 25th hour for the first time, time stopping, meeting the enigmatic min yoongi, and the creeping suspicion that this has all happened before

— author’s note

Well. Welcome to the Yoongi fanfic that will absolutely boggle your brain. Or at least, it’s boggling mine, but maybe that’s because I, unlike 25H!Y/N, am not built for analytical thought. Like, this girl is out here calculating temporal density shifts while I’m struggling to calculate how much sleep I need to survive (spoiler: more than I’m getting).

Honestly, this? I really said fuck the Matrix, let’s make it worse. You think you know where this is going? You don’t. You’re not ready, I promise you that much. This is angsty. Heavily. And not in the Fuck Me Up way, no—there’s no knife to the gut here. This is the slow, creeping existential dread of realizing time is a lie and also, you might be in love with someone who’s doomed. Or, worse, someone who’s doomed you. :) fun!

There’s a star-crossed lovers tag for a reason, okay??? But I’m also a horny hoe, so you will get smut. And not just smut. SMUT. The kind that makes you need to take a walk and question your life choices. I can’t say more or I’ll spoil it, so someone please sew my mouth shut before I start screaming about what’s coming. But just. Trust me. It’s worth it.

I know this might be a lot at first—temporal mechanics, erased timelines, ominous government agencies, Yoongi in a black turtleneck (the most dangerous thing of all)—but I promise it’ll make sense eventually. If not, I’ll make docs and diagrams for you like the absolute nerd that I am. Literally bombard my inbox with questions, I’m ready.

This is my love letter to The Matrix, The Umbrella Academy, and specifically Five Hargreeves (no, I don’t acknowledge Season 4, it doesn’t exist, don’t talk to me). And, of course, it’s also a love letter to Yoongi as the time-traveling, exhausted, morally gray bastard of your dreams.

So, yeah. Strap in. It’s gonna be one hell of a ride.

— read on

AO3

WATTPAD

Your Chrono-Sync Watch reads 01:59:00 AM when time stops.

The initial indicator isn't the digital display—it's the complete absence of the watch's usual microscopic vibrations against your wrist. Standard-issue Chrono-Sync Watches pulse at precisely 60 beats per minute, synchronized with the Master Clock. You've worn one since receiving your Temporal Monitoring certification three months ago. The constant rhythm becomes white noise, unnoticeable until it stops.

Now, at 01:59:00 AM, there is no pulse.

Temperature reading: 22°C. Three degrees below normal.

Your first thought is device malfunction. Protocol dictates immediate reporting of any Chrono-Sync irregularities. You reach for your phone to log the incident, but your hand freezes mid-motion.

The numbers on your digital clock aren't changing.

01:59:00 AM stays fixed, each pixel unnaturally sharp in the darkness of your bedroom. The air feels wrong—charged, like the moment before lightning strikes. The usual ambient sounds of your apartment building have ceased: no hum of electricity, no distant footsteps, no whisper of the heating system.

That's when you notice him.

He stands at the foot of your bed, a figure cut from darker shadows. Male, approximately 175cm, black clothing, pale skin. His posture suggests military training—weight evenly distributed, hands relaxed at his sides but ready to move. He's watching you with an expression you can't quite process: recognition layered with something that looks disturbingly like resignation.

Your body's reaction makes no logical sense.

Instead of fear or shock, you feel an inexplicable pull of familiarity. Your muscles relax rather than tense. Your right hand twitches, as if reaching for something—or someone—it expects to find.

"You weren't supposed to wake up." His voice carries no surprise, only weary confirmation. The words resonate at a frequency that makes your temples throb.

You know this voice.

You've never heard it before.

"Temporal anomaly detected at 01:59:00 AM," you find yourself saying, the words automatic yet foreign on your tongue. "Subject appears to be—"

"Agent Min Yoongi, Temporal Investigations." He cuts you off, his tone clipped. Professional. Wrong. "And you're about to have a very long hour, Monitor A-735."

The employee ID strikes something in your mind—a discordant note in an otherwise perfect sequence. You've never told him your designation. You haven't even started your new position at the Monitoring Center yet; orientation begins tomorrow.

"That's impossible," you say, falling back on data analysis. "The Chrono-Sync Network ensures perfect temporal alignment across all sectors. Temporal stasis of this magnitude would require—"

"Energy equivalent to powering the entire Eastern Seaboard for a year?" His lips twist into something that's not quite a smile. "The calculations are in your desk drawer. Third one down, behind the spare calibration tools you haven't bought yet."

You don't own a desk. You don't own calibration tools.

You know exactly which drawer he means.

The air crackles with increased static charge. Your skin prickles with electricity, and colors seem to sharpen beyond normal parameters. The taste of ozone grows stronger, mixing with something metallic—like memory, if memory had a flavor.

"What is this?" You check your watch again: 01:59:00 AM. No change. "How are you—"

"Get dressed," he interrupts, turning his back to you with practiced efficiency. "You have questions. I have approximately 58 minutes to answer some of them before they notice you're awake."

"They?"

"The Erasure Bureau." He says it like he's reading from a script he's memorized too many times. "They'll be here soon. Standard response for newly awakened Outliers in your sector."

Your hands are already moving to your dresser, selecting clothes with mechanical precision. The motion feels rehearsed, like muscle memory you shouldn't have. "I don't—"

"You're right-handed but you'll reach for the left drawer first," he says, still facing away. "You'll pick the black shirt because it's practical for temporal work. You'll grab the jacket even though it's warm because the temperature drops three degrees during the 25th hour. You'll put your hair up because you hate how it staticizes when time stops."

You freeze, left hand extended toward the drawer he indicated, right hand already moving to gather your hair.

"How do you—"

"We have 56 minutes left." His voice catches on the number. "And you'll need at least 10 of those to process the existence of the 25th hour without trying to rationalize it as a quantum irregularity or temporal feedback loop."

You're already forming hypotheses about quantum irregularities and temporal feedback loops.

"Stop thinking like an analyst," he says, and for a moment, his professional tone cracks. "Just... get dressed, Noma."

The nickname hits you like temporal whiplash. Your heart stutters, a arrhythmia that has nothing to do with the stopped time.

"What did you call me?"

"54 minutes." He checks a watch he isn't wearing. "And they're already tracking the temporal disturbance. We need to move."

You get dressed because it's logical, because it's protocol, because your body seems to know what to do even if your mind is still calculating impossibilities. The fabric raises static electricity when you pull it on, tiny sparks in the frozen air.

"Where are we going?" You check your watch again: 01:59:00 AM. The endless minute stretches out before you, an hour that shouldn't exist.

"To show you what happens when you wake up in the 25th hour." He finally turns back, and something flickers in his eyes—a flash of gold in the frozen time.

The word 'again' echoes in your mind like feedback from a temporal loop. You follow him because it's illogical, because it breaks protocol, because your body seems to remember steps it's never taken.

You have 53 minutes until time resumes.

You don’t have many more until the Erasure Bureau arrives.

You have no idea how many times you've done this before.

The frozen streets of Boston stretch out before you like a temporal photograph.

Your analytical mind automatically begins cataloging the anomalies: a taxi suspended mid-turn, its wheels hovering millimeters above the asphalt. Steam from a manhole caught in crystalline suspension. A woman frozen mid-stride, her scarf defying gravity in an arc that shouldn't maintain its shape.

"47 minutes," Agent Min announces without checking any visible timepiece. The hair hair on your arms rise despite the winter cold. His movements are too precise as he leads you through the frozen city—steps calculated, like he's walked this exact path countless times before.

You follow, mentally mapping your route. Third Street. Left on Harrison. Your usual path to—

"The coffee shop?" You stop at the familiar storefront. The neon sign flickers oddly in the frozen time, casting strange shadows that shouldn't exist when time isn't moving. "Why are we—"

"Look inside." His voice is carefully neutral, but there's something beneath it. Something like resignation. "Tell me what you see."

The window should be dark at 1:59 AM. Instead, warm light spills onto the frozen street. Through the glass, you can see the interior exactly as it always is during business hours—except completely still, caught between moments.

Except...

"That's my laptop." The words come out wrong, too quiet. "But I didn't—I was at home when time stopped. I haven't been here since—"

You press closer to the window. The laptop sits open at your usual table, surrounded by papers covered in equations you don't remember writing. A half-finished iced americano sits beside it, condensation frozen mid-drip.

"You ordered that drink six hours ago," Agent Min says. "In a timeline that no longer exists."

Your nose starts bleeding.

He hands you a black handkerchief before you even register the metallic taste. The fabric is worn soft, like it's been used for this exact purpose many times before. Your fingers fold it automatically into a familiar shape you shouldn't know.

"Look at the napkin under your coffee," he continues, his voice steady despite the way his hands clench at his sides. Like he's stopping himself from reaching toward you. "Read what you wrote."

You squint through the window.

There, in your handwriting:

1:59 am — Temporal overlap detected in sector 7

Time displacement: 3.7 seconds

Cause: unknown

Note to self: Ask Min about the golden traces

"I didn't write that," you say, even as your head pounds with the ghost of a memory. "I've never even been here at night. The shop closes at—"

"Ten PM. Except during the 25th hour." Agent Min's reflection in the window looks tired. Ancient. "You've written that same note seventeen times. In seventeen different timelines."

The static in the air intensifies. Your Chrono-Sync Watch remains frozen at 01:59:00, but you swear you can feel time trying to move around you, like waves breaking against a stone.

"What golden traces?" Your voice sounds distant to your own ears.

Instead of answering, Agent Min reaches toward the window. Where his fingers touch the glass, faint golden lines appear—like time itself is bending around his touch.

"44 minutes," he says softly. "That's how long we have before time resumes and they come looking for you. Again."

"Who?"

"I told you." He pulls his hand back, but the golden traces linger. "They detected your temporal signature the moment you woke up. The Erasure Bureau will be at your apartment by 2:03 AM."

You should argue. Should point out that temporal signatures are theoretical, that the Erasure Bureau is just an urban legend whispered about in the break room.

Instead, you find yourself asking:

"How many times have they found me?"

His not-quite-smile holds centuries of grief.

“Too many to count. But this time—" He stops himself, jaw clenching. "This time we're going to do things differently."

"Different how?"

He checks the time you can't see. "41 minutes. Long enough to show you how to hide from them, if you're willing to trust me."

You look back at the window—at the evidence of a life you don't remember living, at equations that make your head spin with almost-recognition. At the golden traces slowly fading from the glass.

"Do I have a choice?"

"You always have a choice." He sounds like he's quoting someone. Maybe you. "That's why they keep trying to erase you."

Through the window, you can see other details now. A jacket you lost months ago hanging on your chair. A phone charging that you could swear is in your pocket. A notebook open to a page where you've written a single sentence over and over:

Don't trust CHRONOS. Trust Min. He remembers.

He remembers.

Your head pounds at the words. Your watch stays frozen. And somehow, you know with absolute certainty that you've lived this moment before.

"40 minutes," Agent Min says quietly. "What's it going to be?"

You nod, the motion sending another drop of blood onto the handkerchief. The equation written there blurs—or maybe that's just your vision swimming.

Agent Min exhales sharply, the sound carrying years of frustration. His hand rakes through his hair—a gesture that seems both foreign and achingly familiar.

“Always with the—" He cuts himself off, jaw tightening. "39 minutes. We're behind schedule. Again."

His fingers wrap around your wrist with almost clinical precision, careful to grip over your sleeve rather than skin. The minimal contact sends a jolt through your system—not just static electricity, but something deeper.

Your pulse jumps 7 beats per minute. His skin runs exactly 2.3 degrees warmer than human standard.

"Agent Min, the physical contact protocol clearly states—"

"Your temporal signature is spiking," he interrupts, voice a tad strained, already pulling you away from the coffee shop window. "The contact stabilizes the frequency. Unless you want them detecting you from three sectors away?"

You want to argue, to cite regulation 47.3 about unauthorized temporal stabilization.

Instead, you find yourself analyzing the precise way his fingers align with your radius and ulna—perfect placement for optimal temporal resonance.

Like he's done this exact thing countless times before.

"38 minutes," he says, pace increasing. "Your cognitive processing is about to spike. Try not to fight it this time."

"This ti—" The word fragments as another wave of vertigo hits. The frozen street blurs, overlapping with other versions of itself. You see phantom footprints in the snow that hasn't fallen yet, traces of paths you haven't walked.

Your analytical mind tries to catalogue the impossibilities:

Temperature dropping 3.1 degrees.

Static charge increasing exponentially.

Colors shifting 0.7 nanometers toward ultraviolet.

Agent Min's grip adjusting exactly 0.4 seconds before you stumble.

"The temporal density is—" You start, clinging to mathematics as reality fractures around you.

"—increasing exponentially with proximity to the source," he finishes, that not-quite-smile returning. "You always say that. Right before you—"

Your knees buckle. His free hand is already there, still avoiding skin contact but steadying you nevertheless. The contact doubles the intensity of the memory bleed:

«A different night. The same grip on your wrist. Numbers burning behind your eyes as you realize what CHRONOS really is. His voice, urgent: "A-735, we need to move. They're coming.»

"Stop fighting the cognitive loop," Agent Min says, his current voice overlapping with the echo. "Your temporal resistance is too high. It's going to—"

Your nose starts bleeding again. Figures.

He mutters something that sounds like "stubborn" in a tone that carries too much history. His thumb shifts against your wrist over the fabric, pressing into a point that makes the vertigo recede slightly.

"36 minutes," he says, voice clipped. "We need to get you underground before the next memory hits. Your calculations were right, by the way."

"What calculations?"

"The ones you're about to remember." He changes direction, leading you down a narrow alley you've never seen before. Yet your feet know exactly where to step. "The ones that got you erased last time."

The static in the air thickens. Your Chrono-Sync Watch remains frozen at 01:59:00, but you swear you can feel time trying to writhe around you, like a living thing in pain.

"Agent Min," you say, focusing on protocol to keep your mind from fracturing further. "Where exactly are we—"

"Noma, please."

The words slip out, too soft, too familiar.

Imperceptibly, he stiffens.

Then he corrects himself. "A-735. We're going to the one place CHRONOS can't monitor properly. Try not to pass out this time."

This time. Always this time.

Your head pounds with equations you haven't written yet, theories you haven't proven, memories you can't possibly have.

The only constant is his grip on your wrist, warm and certain, like an anchor in a temporal storm.

35 minutes left.

The numbers feel like a countdown.

You're not sure to what.

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do-u-know-this-autisticcharacter · 2 months ago

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Do You Know This (non-canon) Autistic Character?

Long propaganda:

He's so single mindedly obsessed with swords and martial arts that he ascends to godhood as a martial god at only 17. and then does it 2 MORE TIMES. (autism so strong that you're the only god to be banished and then re-ascend x2)

he's such a sword nerd (affectionate) even after he's been banished. he's unable to read between the lines and realise that Hua Cheng is Very Gay for him, despite the fact that they CONTINUESLY KISS AND FEEL EACH OTHER UP. sounds like you have trouble discerning between platonic and romantic advances. not very allistic of you.

still, on the subject of romantic advances, the most successful one was unleashing him in an armory and letting him infodump about swords for hours. the author literally describes him as a sword otaku.

he's pretty perceptive, and tends to make pretty reasonable guesses about what's going on based on what he knows- and then never tells anyone. basically like: "oh I'm sorry i didn't know when it was acceptable to say that i know that you showed up in disguise earlier but i didn't want to call you out and make it awkward so i just played along until someone else brought it up" maybe the truth is blatantly obvious but figuring out when to say it is so hard :( someone come save this man from social cues before he gatekeeps another critical piece of information.

he has a passable understanding of social norms but often forgets them/ ignores them if he thinks they're dumb also there's this whole passage where he goes (paraphrasing once more) "hahaha my teacher taught me well I'm So Good at not feeling attracted to women. so good, in fact, that its never happened. i only wish he also taught me how to not find men SO HOT. it's clearly because my teacher never taught me how to avoid men's hot sexy advances." sir. sir i just saw you "practicing calligraphy" and "exchanging spiritual energy" with Hua Cheng do you want to maybe inspect this a little bit. as an autistic oblivious gay, I've been there but c'mon. you can only kiss a man so many times before your bros card is revoked.

on the subject of him being taught in class, because he was learning cultivation and martial arts from a young age, he was mostly a joy to have in class (special interest makes the heart grow fonder) until he started asking Socially Unacceptable questions. especially the why questions. i mean.

" "My child, I hope you will become a person like him," the state preceptor said, solemn and tender.

Young Xie Lian sat there poised and proper, and he said without thinking, "I don't want to become a person like him. I want to become a god."

[...]

Xie Lian still swore that he had never intended to be provocative or rebellious when he raised those questions. He was genuinely curious and looking for answers to his queries. However, when the state preceptor heard him, his face turned quite the shade." is this not the autistic experience very clear and expressive body language (which often just reads to me as stimming). he waves his hands when hes excited, he rubs his forehead, he paces and walks in circels, theres a scene of him opening and closing a door a bunch of times because he's happy.

before i leave, i would like to share some quotes "as long as the objects were placed together, Xie Lian would refuse to separate them. So whatever it was he built, he'd forbid anyone to touch it, and he always wished desperately that he could glue the fragile sheets together so that it'd never collapse. When he was even younger, if he saw his golden palace fall apart, he'd be distressed to the point of refusing food and sleep until the king and queen coaxed him from his shell."

"That youth smiled, not saying a word. Xie Lian suddenly realized the youth was actually staring at him. A moment later, it finally dawned on him that what this youth was staring at was actually the cursed shackle around his neck."

I rest my case

Anything else

Sorry about the amount of things in the source media section, he's from a chinese book so theres the english translation, the pinyin, and then the abbreviation most fans use when looking for things :D

Also sorry about the length of my propaganda i cant stop thinking about him.

#Xie Lian #Heaven Official's Blessing #Heaven Officials Blessing #Tian Guan Ci Fu #TGCF #autistic representation #autistic characters #poll #polls #tumblr poll #autism #asd #character polls #character poll #anime

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selineram3421 · 29 days ago

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You're Off-key

Part 6

Part 5

Reader X Gravity Falls

Warning ⚠

⚠ everyone is aged up, cussing, sleep deprivation, Spa Day~✨, mention of Bipper, Italics = thoughts, floaties, blood/gore 😊 , mention of death, passing out. ⚠

You have a personalized quiz of everyone in the shack.

Well, for the Pines family at least.

Soos was doing a tour and Abuelita was...somewhere. Old lady is like a ninja.

You're a little surprised that the family could still stay in the shack now that it belonged to Soos.

Mabel's quiz is covered in glitter, stickers, and colorful gel pens. Dipper's is more straight forward, with the occasional drawing on the side. Stan's is more stain covered, mostly from breakfast. Ford has his written out in cursive and some math equations for some reason?

You start with the younger twins quizzes first.

Taking the fluffy pen that Mabel offered, you start the quiz. Mostly checking off the "I don't know." box on some random little things that weren't revealed in the show or books. You took bathroom breaks when you needed to and ate the snacks that would be left by Dipper or brought by Waddles. The quizzes were unbelievably long, longer than any test you've taken before.

Most of the day was you taking the quizzes and after a few hours you finally got tired during Ford's quiz, crashing out on the table.

The one to find you passed out was Mabel.

She took a quick picture of your sleeping face and taped it into her scrapbook before saving the quizzes from being drooled on. Then she called Dipper to help her carry you to the couch.

"Do you think they're telling the truth?", Dipper asks as he grabs a blanket.

You were successfully transfered to the couch and Mabel was looking over the quizzes.

"They got a good amount of answers correct.", his twin confirms. "Haha, they even wrote down some of your internet history!", she laughs.

"Wait, what!?", Dipper screeches.

"I'm joking! Haha, gullible.", Mabel wipes a tear away. "Wouldn't be surprised if they knew though. It was in the book."

"But what if they are working with or for Bill? I don't want us to go through all that again.", her brother says. "We should keep a close eye on them just in case.", he covers you with a blanket.

"I know you're right but I'm kinda hoping they're not.", she sighs. "Lets go."

The twins walk out of the room and you open your eyes after a few minutes.

"Understandable trust issues.", you sigh.

You woke up as soon as Mabel moved the papers but were too tired to actually get up. Maybe you should have "woken up" before they moved you to the couch but what was done is done.

Maybe things will get better after all of the quizzes and odd adventures. You think and curl up on the couch. At least, I hope there are adventures..

Then you think about your best friend, hoping they are ok, wherever they are.

Hopefully they didn't run into Bill. Now that would be a nightmare.

"Let me sleep this time you Illuminati reject.", you say before closing your eyes. "Stupid triangle."

"What's with the harsh words? I'm a delight!"

I fell asleep!? You sit up quickly and find yourself back in your own mindscape. Shit.

"What do you want.", you groan and notice that you're sitting on the swings in the park area. "I should change this place up a bit.", you mumble to yourself.

"Why change anything? At least you have some fun places here.", Bill says and floats closer. "I've been to some of those planets you have up there! Some of them are amazing!"

"Stay out of those.", you cross your arms across your chest. "Seriously, why are you here?"

Bill fiddles with his fingers a bit.

"Well, I'm bored.", he began. "And I can't really mess with anything or anyone else other than you. Like one of the 'episodes' you saw with me floating around as a shadow behind Pine tree and Shooting star. The sock one..?"

"Sock Opera? When you were Bipper? That was season two I believe.", you say.

"Haha! You're a nerd!"

"Nope, I'm more of a geek but moving on.", you correct. "I said to let me sleep this time."

"Oh please, you don't need that much sleep. Humans only start hallucinating after forty-eight hours. You've been getting two minutes of actually sleep when you're talking to me. So it's fine.", the triangle waves it off like its nothing.

You're eye twitches.

Something in you snaps and after taking a deep breath you smile before completely switching to a pissed off face.

"You know what!? NO!", you shout and put up a force field and have it move to push Bill back.

"Whoa! Hey!", the triangle tries to push the blue-ish glowing barrier away. "What's this for!?"

"I want to sleep! ACTUALLY SLEEP! And I can't do that with you barging into my head like you own the place! So wait outside the barrier you fucking jerk!", you say and huff. "Be polite for once and knock!"

"Come on! I'm bored!", he whines.

"STAY BORED BITCH!"

⯅

You have a "don't talk to me unless you want to die" face on today. So a good amount of the Pines family steer clear of you when you pass by.

Not Mabel though.

"Yeesh! You look like Dipper when he's up all night after obsessing over something.", she laughs.

There's a distant offended 'Hey!' coming from somewhere in the shack but you don't really care for it at the moment and do a slow frog blink. One eye after the other.

"But seriously, you ok?", she asks.

You groan and turn your head to face her.

At the moment you were in the living room, sitting at the game table, trying to catch some sleep or at least some quiet but still be within eye range so the family doesn't freak out.

It's been a bit weird. Most of the Pines are on edge around you but you make sure to reassure them that you're not a threat with little gestures. One being that you tell Ford about the latest Bill dream you had. The older twin agrees that the triangle is very annoying when he's bored.

"I'm fine Mabel. I just need to sleep but it's just not happening.", you yawn and frog blink again. "What time is it?"

She tells you it's a little past one in the afternoon, frowning a bit when you unintentionally force yourself to wake up. Then she slams her hands on the table and smiles.

"I have an IDEA!", she cheers out and rushes off somewhere.

All of the background noise is muffled, there's a distant ringing noise coming from your right ear and it's starting to get annoying with how long it's been going on.

"DIPPER!I'MTAKINGTHEGOLFCARTTODAY!ALSOTAKINGOURDIFFERENTUNIVERSEFRIENDWITHME!OK,BYEEEEE!", Mabel rushes out as she runs back into the living room, pulls you up out of the seat which wakes you up a bit, and drags you out of the shack while snatching the keys for the golf cart. (Dipper! I'm taking the golf cart today! Also taking our different universe friend with me! Ok, byeeeee!)

"Wait, what!? Mabel!", Dipper yells from upstairs.

You're tossed into the golf cart and Mabel quickly rushes around the little vehicle and starts it, turning the wheel and pressing on the gas pedal to head out towards town.

"MABEL!", her brother yells from the door. "I needed the cart today!"

It's no use as the golf cart is already a good distance away from the shack and his twin has no plans on turning back.

You think you might have fallen asleep with your eyes open but you're not entirely sure if you were just daydreaming or you saw some weird alien looking thing, but then again you are in Gravity Falls.

Mabel stops at a big looking house and pulls you out of the golf cart, dragging you over through the gates, a pretty big yard, and finally you both are at the front door.

"WHO IS THAT?", a familiar deep voice asks.

"And why are they sleeping? They look like a zombie.", another familiar voice says.

"Candy, Grenda, this is the current mystery friend I've been telling you about!", Mabel says and shakes your body a bit like it's a noodle. "They've had a rough few days and need a spa day."

Someone, you don't know who, rings the door bell.

It only takes a few seconds before someone opens it and its yet another familiar voice.

"Ugh, Mabel. Why do you have a dead body?", Pacifica asks.

"Not dead, just sleep deprived..", you groan.

You are then taken into the fancy house, guided to walk through some doors, and plopped down in a changing room. A towel and some spa clothes are tossed on the bench that you're sitting on.

"Get changed and meet us in the massage area! We're having ice cream later!", Mabel says with a smile before closing the curtain.

With some functioning bodily motion and luck, you change into the clothes and wrap the towel around yourself like a shawl before walking out. Seeing only one door in the room, you walk over and open it. Finding the girls chatting with each other as they look over lotions and oils for their massages.

"Mabel, where are we exactly?", you ask, somewhat confused but assuming you're in Pacifica's new house after the whole Weirdmageddon clean up.

"We are in Pacifica's house! I called the girls for an emergency Spa Day.", she says. "Once your body is all relaxed, you can sleep in the water dome for float therapy."

Float therapy sounds really nice. You think and nod.

"Ok.", you agree and introduce yourself to the girls. "Sorry I'm half asleep. I promise I'm way more fun once I have apple cider in my system.", you say.

"Do you want some?", the blonde asks.

You shake your head no and feel yourself tilting a bit to the left. Then wobbling as you try to balance your body properly.

"I'm not sure that'll be a good idea right now.", you say. "Thanks for the offer though."

With a lotion picked out and the staff already in the room, you pick out a massage bed and lay face down on it. You didn't know what to expect but you never really thought that you'd feel so uncomfortable with getting a massage.

Yeah, its great to have those knots out of your shoulders but you did not like a lot of physical contact.

I blame not getting hugged enough as a child.

Then after some more other spa treatments like the facial creams and stuff, mud mask, leaf thing? You finally make it to the float therapy chambers.

"See you in a bit! I'm going to the sauna!", Mabel waves and goes to a different room.

A staff person opens the float chamber door and offers an assortment of floaties to pick from. A dolphin, pink lounge floaty, donut floaty, hammock floaty, and a flamingo floaty.

You pick the lounge floaty and the dolphin.

"Good choice.", is all the lady says before tossing the floaties into the water for you. "How long?", she asks.

It takes a second for you to comprehend what she's asking but then your brain works out what she means.

"Uh, thirty minutes is fine.", you decide.

The lady nods and sets the timer. gesturing for you to enter the float chamber with her hand.

Stepping in, the water reaches your hips and inside the dome is dark, the floaties not too far but are still drifting in the water a bit. The lady waits for you to settle on the floaty before closing the round door, and the darkness is all around you now as you lie still.

Dark, quiet, and the feeling of being weightless was the perfect combination to fall asleep to.

Closing your eyes, you start to feel the edge of sleep creeping in.

As you are almost on the brink of completely passing out, there's a sudden splash in the water. Your eyes snap open and you try to assess what made the noise.

None of your limbs are in the water, the dolphin floaty is nowhere close to the wall and the lounge floaty you're currently on is in the middle of the dome. So, what made the splash? The million dollar question.

Slowly sitting up, you try to look around in the darkness, listening in for any more noises that shouldn't be there.

Then something moves under your floaty, making the water rise a bit like a wave. You gasp and curse at the lack of weapons that you have around you.

Why is there something interrupting my sleep? What the actual fuck!

Something grabs your ankle and yanks you into the water.

You quickly take a deep breath and close your mouth, the water submerging you fast. The 'thing' starts to push you until your back roughly hits the wall of the dome, making you grunt in pain. Air bubbles slip past your lips.

Fuck.

It does it again and again, your back now scratched and stinging in pain. Maybe even bleeding with how much it stung in the water.

You kick at the thing and feel something almost slimy. It makes you shudder at how gross it feels.

There's an ear splitting screech and it shoves you again.

Something in you snaps.

Maybe it was your sanity leaving, or maybe it was the lack of sleep. But you didn't care and moved your upper half forward, biting the thing's neck and ripping off a chuck with your teeth.

Now it screeches for a whole other reason, flailing around to get out of your hold as you scratch, bite, and beat at it.

Screaming and grunting is what you do as you continue to attack it. At some point it stops moving, but you don't notice until you tear a limb off of it, until you need to go up for air. You emerge from the water and notice that there's a strong copper smell. The sound of a ding goes off and the chamber door opens, making the outside light pour in, you close your eyes out of instinct.

Blinking them back into focus, you see the water is blood red. The thing that you were attacking is shaped like a mer or some water creature with a somewhat humanoid body, you're not sure but it's floating in the water, blood pouring out of it with chunks of flesh here and there.

It's dead.

The lady isn't outside you notice as you step out, the blood drips off of you and onto the white tile floor, making it stand out.

Nothing stands out more than blood on white tile. You think as you stare down at the blood and zone out.

"WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED!?", Mabel screeches.

That pulls you from zoning out and you look up to see the other girls, different reactions of shock all over their faces.

"I-", you start but then feel the exhaustion from lack of sleep catch up with you. "I'm gonna pass out.", you're able to say before falling forward.

And then everything goes black.

I was sleepy and then someone decided to bug me. So here you go.

~Seline, the person.

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chloe-spade · 3 months ago

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I'm Glad you Came (Noco Fanfic)

"Hey, don't worry about how my room looks," Cody gulped as he showed Noah his messy room. "I didn't know you would arrive at 4…instead of 6;30, like we discussed."

"I rather be here now, than later," Noah informed, his head still stuck in his book.

"Of course," Cody sighed.

Cody didn't know what happened, but he somehow got the popular nerd Noah Mudaliar-Strecca in his own house while his parents were away! It was a win-win for him, but he didn't even prepare everything; it must've been Noah's thing. So he didn't precisely question it, so he just tried to clean up his room despite Noah not really paying attention to it.

"So, what do you plan for this super awesome sleepover party?" Noah asked with his usual sarcastic tone.

"Uh, well, I was going to prepare for anything, but again, you decided to come early so my plans kinda went out of whack," Cody answered, trying to fix his movie collection. "I mean, you can get a move to watch while I get the snacks ready? I also made sure that I got everything that I was sure you can eat."

"..you did?"

"Of course! At a sleepover, I always make sure my friends are comfortable," Cody grinned. "And you gave me a list, didn't you? Dude, I swear you should be in a bubble."

"Heh, nice try. But I am a resilent young man, I can handle a couple of hives and wheezing." Noah chuckled. "But thank you for your concern."

Noah hid his face in his book, blushing. He didn't think Cody was actually paying attention to his usual allergies, but he even did the most obscure ones. The main reason he didn't even go to sleepovers was that no one ever accommodated him, even if it was small things, like no roses near him or dairy-free products for him. It was impossible as a child, so he stopped when he started middle school, and he never invited people over either, as he was sick of people complaining about him. Fake friends, you know.

"Oh, sure…what sort of B-ranked movies you got here?" Noah chuckled, going to Cody's movie collection. "Ooh? The Matrix? Old-school, don't you think?"

"H-Hey! I like the effects, and trust me, some movies are worse," Cody blushed, taking the movie. "I'm sure I can find something up your speed."

"As long as it's not a romcom, shlocky, bland or cheesy, I'm okay with anything," Noah listed. "Man, even an animated movie would be better."

"I think I gave some here…but most of them are in the attic and going through that would take me hours," Cody groaned. "My parents like to hide it deep within so I would never find it. Typical of them, really."

Noah let out a small smile before patting his back. "Your sleepover, your pick, dude."

"Yes! But let me do the snacks first?" Cody asked. "Even I can't start a movie without eating something nice."

"…Fine."

Cody smiles and takes Noah down to the kitchen. Noah watches as Cody manages to get juices, chips (oddly gluten-free ones; even Noah wasn't that allergic to them, but he appreciated the thought), cookies, popcorn, and sodas. It was like watching someone with super speed, and somehow Cody didn't even trip one, like Noah would see in school. But Cody's bright smile made Noah gulp a sarcastic remark, and they returned up to Cody's room, and Noah finally saw what Cody's room looked like.

A weird area with posters of obscure stuff, Noah thought. And oddly, some rockstars, he didn't even think Cody listened to rock, but you learn something new daily.

"So, we got snacks. Now we need a movie, but every movie here is… embarrassing, I'll admit it."

"Well, we might as well find something," Noah quipped, rummaging through Cody's movie collection.

He felt something drop onto his feet, and familiar colors of pink, blue, and green flashed upon him, and Noah couldn't help but laugh instantly.

"Dude, you got the 2003 Special Edition Sleeping Beauty?" Noah laughed.

"Ah! I told her not to put it in there," Cody groaned, embarrassed. "Yeah, I can just put this back on her room and we should-"

"Let's watch it," Noah spoke.

"What!?"

"We can watch it," Noah repeated as he took the DVD from Cody's hands. "I haven't seen this movie since I was a kid, and I'm pretty sure I lost my own."

"…What am I hearing?" Cody gasped.

"Why are you surprised that I like a princess movie?"

Cody gulped; he didn't even know how to answer that. Well, he couldn't! Noah liked something that was so out of left field for him, and now Cody had to think about it. But it was his pick, and he couldn't exactly say no to him, now could he?

"Well, how about we get into pajames, and we can get started!" Cody announced. "I don't mind you staying in my room to get changed in so-"

"Where's your bathroom?" Noah interrupted him.

"Uh, you sure? We can techincally change in the same room, like a changing room at school," Cody chuckles nervously.

"And as someone who hates the changing rooms, no thank you," Noah huffed, grabbing his sleeping back. "Bathroom. Please?"

"Ah, just down to your left and the second door. You can't miss it because it says bathroom on it," Cody instructed. Take your time, and I'll be here, waiting patiently."

"Good."

With that, Noah left the room, and Cody groaned in his hands. He was so embarrassed that he felt like he was dying. He knew Noah would tell everyone that he had a stupid princess movie in his cool movie collection and wanted to watch it! Not only that, Cody felt like he was fumbling about his chances to be with Noah, not as friends but as a literal couple! This whole sleepover was a getting-with-him ploy, and he hated how Harold even made him do this! Noah didn't even want to be in the same room as him!

Cody quickly dressed in his simplest pajamas, a white tee and blue pajama pants. Yeah, boring, just like him. Way to go, Cody.

Noah came back as Cody got the movie ready, and he was also simple. However, Cody was confused by some padding. It was his imagination, so he didn't question it.

"So, ready to watch?" Cody gulped, blushing.

"Yeah," Noah answered shortly, sitting next to Cody. "Are you alright? Do you look oddly red?"

"Y-yeah! Just a little warm, that's all," Cody laughed, looking down.

Noah rolled his eyes and sighed, and he grabbed a soda. "Start the movie then."

Cody obliged and started the movie. Hearing the chorus sing their hearts out and hearing Noah humming along made Cody's heart race, and Cody knew he didn't have to panic about it as much as he did previously. The small commentary about the animation, the scenes, the characters, all of it made Cody's night even better, and he even paid attention to some details that Cody wouldn't have noticed until Noah mentioned them, and surprisingly, made him like the movie much more.

Watching how the prince and princess fall in love made Cody impulsively hold Noah's hand, still watching the movie. Noah's eyes drifted down and saw, but he held his hand back, also paying attention to the movie.

"Je te connais, j'ai marché avec toi.." Noah started to sing.

"Il était une fois un rêve," Cody sang along.

It was a lovely moment between the boys. As they continued to sing, the prince and princess started to dance together.

"Je te connais, la lueur dans tes yeux est une lueur si familière."

"Et je sais que c'est vrai que les visions sont rarement tout ce qu'elles paraissent, mais si je te connais, je sais ce que tu feras."

"Tu m'aimeras tout de suite.." Cody whispered softly.

"Comme tu l'as fait," Noah continued.

"Il était une fois un rêve," They finished, now ignoring the movie.

It was his only chance, and he had to. Cody, you got to!

Cody gulped as he pulled Noah closer and gave him a confident yet slightly awkward kiss that Noah jolted at but slowly melted into.

Cody pulled away immediately. "S-sorry! I was so caught up in the moment, and I couldn't help myself. I couldn't. I saw them and saw you, and I… I really wanted to kiss you."

"I'm more surprised that you stopped," Noah teased. "I didn't object, did I?"

"N-no, but I do have a request?"

"I guess?" Noah nodded, confused.

"It's best to take off that binder. I don't want you to lose air when I kiss you again," Cody requested, his hands now on Noah's clear, padded, and very fake chest.

"…" Noah didn't say anything, and he recoiled, worrying Cody.

"Oh? W-was that to forward?" Cody gulped. "I-I'm sorry, I should've asked before making any assumptions, but…um…"

"How did you know?" Noah asked, his voice slightly shaking.

"No one exactly faints as Canadian summers like you do," Cody chuckled. "But I always saw you being so secretive, especially around the boys' locker rooms, but I never asked because I thought I was just assuming. But I have friends who are also trans, so I tend to get very protective, and I'm so sorry that I had offended you. I just… wanted you to feel safe with me."

"…You did? You're not…laughing?"

"No! God no! I'm the last person to laugh at someone's personal journey," Cody answered. "I just…well, I had a crush on you before I found out, so it didn't really change my opinion of you. It's just you, Noah. I don't care about the external, I care about the internal..oh my god, that was super cheesy."

"Yeah, it was," Noah chuckled. But it's something I need to hear, especially from a crush like you."

"You had a crush on me to?!"

"Obviouslty," scoffed Noah. "I wouldn't accept a sleepover invatatio out of nowhere, you know."

"..Well, that is fair, and you know what," Cody smiles, getting closer. "I'm glad you accepted."

"Because all of this wouldn't never happened?"

"Yes, and I learn so much about you that I feel much more closer to you."

"Phsically or methopically?" Noah teased, squishing Cody's cheek.

"Can it both?" Cody whispered before kissing Noah again.

"..Can I at least take of my binder before you smother me with your cheesy drizzle? I don't want to lose air twice now."

"Oh! Right! Forgot about that!"

(Nocovember Prompt (Sleepover/Sick) by @aangellface )

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sillysickfics192 · 8 months ago

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blanket forts

Aiden was trying to fall asleep. But he couldn’t. He had just returned from the shadow realm for the night. Well not “just”. He had returned almost two hours ago, after seven hours in the other dimension. Ideally, he would come back from the shadow dimension and wake up to the beep of his alarm in the morning, sleeping through the night. However, this night, he woke up almost immediately after returning to his normal body. the whole two bodies thing was still confusing to aiden. He never really understood it, especially since he was not paying attention at all when it was being explained to him by Logan. He tried so hard to go back to sleep, but he was having a hard time. He was flooded with stress from the other dimension. They had to find a way out of this mess. And yet, they hadn’t.

He lay awake for ten more minutes, before texting their group chat.

“anyone up?”

“anyone up?” Logan read, the glow of the screen hurting his eyes in the dark.

“I am.” He texted back. Logan too could not sleep. even with how much he tried, it wasn’t working.

“come over” Aiden said. No question, just a statement, a demand maybe. Logan thought about it. He was wearing a sleep shirt and comfy shorts, but he could go out in it. His parents had left him home alone, while they visited his grandparents in canada. Logan wished he could’ve gone, but he worried about leaving with the whole shadow dimension and phantom thing. So, he convinced his parents to let him stay, saying how he had tests at school and needed to study and he was old enough and blah blah blah, which his parents eventually gave in to and let him stay at home alone. He didn’t think it would be so bad, but he’s lonely. Aiden is home alone a lot as well, his parents always traveling. Aiden isn’t lonely anymore now that he has Ben, but Ben goes to bed really early every night, waking up early to make breakfast and go for a run. Atleast, that’s what Aiden thought he did, since he preferred to go to bed late and sleep in. So in the night, that familiar feeling of loneliness floods back.

Logan arrived at Aiden’s house, with only his phone in hand. Aiden answered the door, letting him into his nice house and leading him to the couch. They shared a look, acknowledging that it was two in the morning and neither of them had slept. Why? Probably for the same reason as well. Stress. They were both stressed by this whole thing. Afraid even. Although neither boy would admit it out loud, it was the truth, and they both knew.

“Let’s watch a movie.” Aiden suggested, turning on the huge flat screen tv, sending aiden to fetch some blankets and pillows.

Logan came back with a whole bunch of blankets and pillows from the hall cabinet.

“Woah, that’s enough for a fort. Say, that’s not a bad idea. Let’s make one and then watch our movie. Logan was excited by the idea, already beginning to plan out how to create a perfect fort.

Logan explained his fort strategy, which Aiden didn’t quite grasp.

“I don’t really get it.”

“It’s not really that hard.”

“Whatever nerd, just tell me what to do” Aiden teased.

Once their cleverly designed fort was built they tried to pick a movie.

“What kind of movie do we want to watch?”

“I don’t know, nothing scary.”

The old Aiden would’ve called him a chicken. But this Aiden doesn’t want to watch a scary movie. Every night is like a scary movie for them.

“Okay, well what’s a movie you watched as a kid that’s still good?”

“I can’t think of anything.”

“Have you heard of the Inbestigators?”

Logan shook his head.

“It came out on Netflix when we were like eleven. I haven’t really told anyone about this, but i still watch it sometimes, to relax. It’s about these little Australian kids who solve mysteries. Except on like “What happened to my purse? Or, I think these kids are cheating on a test!” And they all solve it. If you don’t want to watch I totally get it, it’s a kids show anyway.” Aiden braced himself to be made fun of.

“Sounds fun. Let’s give it a try.” Logan says, getting comfy in his spot in the fort.

The episode begins. They watch one, laughing at the stupid jokes that are obviously aimed at kids, but are still funny to the sleep deprived teens.

After the first two episodes, Logan comments,

“Seems like that girl, what’s her name? mildred-“

“”-Maude.” Aiden corrects.

“Seems like she solves all the mysteries.”

“Yeah she kinda does. She’s the smart one in the group. Like you.”

Logan blushes at the compliment from a friend.

The next episode starts, and he shifts himself closer to Aiden, who wraps a comforting arm around the smaller boy.

That’s how Ben finds them in the morning, the tv screen reading “Are you still watching?”, smiling at the boys friendly cuddling.

🫶

request from @livingponcho

#sbg #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard fic #school bus graveyard fanfic #aiden clark #one shot #fanfic #comfort #bromance #friendship #platonic

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prince-strife · 9 months ago

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So I watched “Like Minds” (I’m super unwell about gay people)

this one is like 3x longer than the tenet one

spoilers for a movie that came out 20 years ago ig

alex is clearly rly smart but he’s a right prick about it

nigel sure does like to stare 🤨🤨

oh so he’s a little freak. bro’s got a taxidermy cat in his luggage

ARE THEY MAKING BOMBS??

well. def explosives

DOES HE TAXIDERMY THE ANIMALS HIMSELF

he rly likes dead stuff…

not the gay little obsession

GIRL RECORK YOUR WINE BOTTLE

NIGEL WHY ARE YOU DISSECTING BIRDS IN YOUR BEDROOM

he’s so pretty tho fr mfer has gorgeous eyes

bro fuck this cop frfr

he did not seriously just punch this kid

oooh alex is fucked in the head too. inch resting

alex is one of those rich boys ._.

“obligations” hmmm i Do Not like the sound of that

WAIT THAT WAS HIS DAD??? that explains that ig

wait why is alex on the villains wiki. WHY IS ONE OF HIS CRIMES NECROPHILIA

interesting that alex is so aggressively anti-church (as an establishment, i mean)

ooooh nigel is Looking at him

not him fighting with his teacher

taking detailed notes about the people around him…nigel colbie autism

nooo leave him alone :((

alex is so mean to him omg. let him be a little freak in peace

HOLY SHIT HE JUST KILLED THAT KID

OHHH SALLY ROWE IS FUCKIN. JONI THROMBEY

wtf ym you “can’t find” the colbies..

omg staring across a casket at each other..

tom sturridge is so fucking beautiful i’m unwell

“i almost missed him” 🤨🤨

38 minutes in and i think this is the longest we’ve heard nigel speak

THE FUCK BOOK IS HE READING FOR THIS CLASS

idk i need nigel and alex to kiss

WOAH NIGEL JUST GOT REALLY CLOSE

“i’m really sorry about your friend” baby don’t lie no the fuck you’re not

smth abt the way nigel said “but you don’t have to worry” reminds me of the scene at the end of batman where joker is telling the riddler he did a good job.

THE GLARE AT THIS POOR GIRL nigel looks jealous as fuck

nigel baby giving the boy you like a hand is not the way to his heart

“it looks like you need a hand.” BABE. NO. TOO ON THE NOSE

he’s so cute in his lil jumper

SITTING ON HIS BED??? LEANING OVER HIM WHILE HE SLEEPS???? nah this is. gay behaviour

“alex, wake up. i’ve got a night planned 🥺” aww they’re gonna go on a date

oh they’re super close. NOW KISS

ooh hanging the essay over his head

the big smile… “are you having fun?” the little giggle. the smirk. he hates his ass. he is so in love with him. WHAT IS GOING ON

hmm i do not trust this

THE PUPPYY

“i’ve never brought anybody here before” INTERESTING (“i’m being vulnerable plz don’t be a dick abt this”)

i’ve still got an hour left of this movie good god

my mom is watching gbbo rly loudly and i just got super confused as to why the music Did Not Match the scene

“do you like it 🥺🥺” NIGEL. BABY. he’s so proud of his weird little lab it’s so cute

these little history nerds…

i rly thought nigel was gonna cuddle into him for a second

HELLO NIGEL IS STARING AT HIS LIPS????

“do you know what a pike is?” batting his eyes, looking as coquettish as possible. oh my god. oh my god.

CALLING HIM JACK. i’m so unwell this is so gay.

“we’ve been brought together for a reason” oh my god he thinks they’re murder soulmates

HIS SMILLLLEE

“for eternity.” gnawing on the bars of my enclosure

not him asking her out, nigel’s gonna be PISSED

the sword to his neck 🤭 OMG THE RUNNING IT DOWN HIS SPINE WHAT THE FUCK

the way he says “jack” i’m gonna pass out

“my name is alex. stay away from me.” NOOO it’s ok nigel i’ll be your jack

taking the gay goggles off for a second nigel clearly is in desperate need of a friend and is trying so hard to make alex his friend and it’s making me super sad bc he doesn’t seem to quite understand why it’s not working :(((

but also nigel baby stop breaking into his room

it’s giving yandere tbh

“what’s with the knife” *biggest most innocent doe eyes* “i don’t know what you mean, jack”

HOLY SHIT NIGEL. I FIGURED HE WAS GONNA KILL HER BUT WHAT THE FUCK.

i feel bad for her fr tho she didn’t do nothin wrong. not her fault alex is oblivious to his psychopath boyfriend

lol alex looking around for nigel when he finds out she’s dead. he’s not stupid, i’ll give him that

HE TOOK THE KNIFE

nigel’s very bad at acting innocent

“i sense some hostility” NO REALLY

they look like they’re abt to kiss

“no jack, you did it.” babe.

“feels good to vent one’s anger doesn’t it jack””i don’t want any part of this” “too late for that”

oh he’s CRAZY

he so sure that alex is just as nuts as he is.

OHH MCKENZIE IS IN THE CLUB TOO?? INTERESTING

wtf happened to nigel’s parents

babe being cryptic is not helping your situation

OOOH ARE THEY GONNA FIND NIGEL’S LITTLE ROOM OF CREEPY SHIT

i bet his parents are dead

hehe the jack <3

his jars of dead shit are so weird

was that a drawing of the dead kid?

nigel has rly nice handwriting omg

idk if the knowledge that it’s purely for scientific interest makes the pictures of the sleeping girl better or worse

HE TAXIDERMIZED HIS PARENTS???

he calls them helen and john???

love him introducing alex like he’s his boyfriend

THE EYE CONTACT HELLO??

nigel looks so dead inside omg

“stop it, nigel :((“

OH HE MADE THE BIBLE??? i thought it was a book he had not smth he created that’s actually pretty cool

“our union” 🤨🤨 its giving marriage

“nigel was right about this” hmmm boyfriend behaviour

omg mckenzie SUCKS like he’s just kind of an asshole

“i knew you couldn’t resist a secret rendezvous <3”

“you didn’t know nigel”

DID HE FUCK HER CORPSE

“my dearest jack”

IS HE SLEEPING WITH HIS MOTHER

THE PICTURES WERE OF HIS MOTHER????

his lack of reaction to her getting shot…

SO MUCH JUST HAPPENED IN A SPAN OF 30 SECONDS

he’s so clinical about the cleanup…

he’s so pretty…

HES SO FUCKED IN THE HEAD

omg does he want jack to be his maraclea is that why he got the gun (ik his mom was his maraclea let me be delulu)

he rly thinks this is completely justified

HOLF SHIT HE PULLED THE TRIGGER

i’m so sad he’s dead :(( gimme my babygirl back

holy fuck alex got released

AND HE KEPT THE BOOK

“my beloved susan” WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

“nigel got what he wanted…eternity”

OH MY FUCKING GOD J CANT BELEJEV HE DID THAT… continuing nigel’s work… oh my fucking god

“you like history.” BITCH WHAT

Edit: I forgot to give the movie a rating .-. 500/10 i fucking loved it, i’m already making a forbie playlist

#like minds #like minds 2006 #forbie #jt watches stuff

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