#miles to go before i sleep. that sort of thing. he's So Tired.

[thegreatyin]

new funniest oc proposal, thanks

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

im OBSESSED with demon slayer + ur work!!

could you pls do the hashira reaction to their s/o giving them lots of affection so they let their guard down, and then they suddenly start a pillow fight and tickle them?

This was funny in my head 😭

(HEY ANON! YOU’RE OBSESSED WITH MY WORK?? THAT’S CRAZY, THANK YOU SO MUCH. The kind words really mean a lot. Anyways I hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful day.)

Hashira with an Affectionate S/O

(Characters Included- All the Hashira)

(Warning: Fluff, fluff, fluff)

🦋Shinobu Kocho🦋

- Likes the affection you give her. Especially if you give her a massage after a long stressful day. She loves to reciprocate it back by tracing your scars or marks, giving you a quick peck on the lips, and etc.

- Unfortunately for you, if you decide to start any pillow fights, you’ll lose. Shinobu is very fast and can dodge your “attacks” easily. Having these silly little fights relieves her from the stresses of the world. She’s grateful that she can have these moments with you.

🐍Iguro Obanai🐍

- Not big on PDA cause he gets embarrassed but doesn’t mind small things like holding hands and the sort.

- Obanai was just enjoying the silence with you wrapped in his haori and saw you grab the pillow. He thought you were just adjusting it until it headed towards his face. He blocked it with his arm and before he could even say a word you tickled him. He flinched because he’s a little ticklish but managed to stop you. He was like “How dare you” afterwards, but secretly he didn’t mind this silly side of yours.

🍡Mitsuri Kanroji🍡

- Always accepts the affection openly. She’s big on PDA, everyone can instantly tell that you two are dating. Squeezes you in the biggest hug before letting you go to get oxygen.

- One day when you two were cuddling, you felt the need to choose (playful) violence. So you swiftly grabbed the nearest pillow and hit your girlfriend with it. When she felt a pillow hit her face it stunned her a bit but she quickly snapped out of it and fought back. Both you and her were laughing nonstop.

🔥Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

- He thinks your affectionate side is admirable. Always reciprocates it when he can. Some of his favorite things that you do is when you surprise him with a hug and lean on him whenever you’re tired or sleeping.

- When you started the pillow fight he chuckled at it and asked if you’re challenging him. As soon as you said yeah he’ll be like “Alright then, prepare yourself.” And the both of you will just have a good time being silly together.

🔊Tengen Uzui🔊

- He always smiles or chuckles at the affection. Definitely would crack your back if he hugged you back really hard. Though when you’re hugging him, he mainly puts one hand on your back while the other is patting your head.

- You won’t be able to surprise him, he’ll hear the pillow coming from a mile away and grab it. Once he has it he’ll throw it at you while saying something cocky like “You thought that you could sneak in an attack against ME?”

☁️Muichiro Tokito☁️

- He is confused at first on why you were so affectionate but he doesn’t mind it. Might be a little tense though.

- You’ll definitely catch him off guard if you hit him when he’s zoned out. He’ll instantly snap out of it and start dodging the pillows. If you tried to tickle him he’d grab your hand and tickle your stomach as revenge. He would be laughing while you’re trying to get free.

🌪️Sanemi Shinazugawa🌪️

- Secretly enjoys your affection but he mainly reciprocates it in private when it’s just you and him instead of in public.

- When the both of you were laying down together, you suddenly ticked him and he quickly moved away. He wouldn’t even face you because of the embarrassment because he didn’t want you to find out that he was a bit ticklish. (He will still deny it even after the incident)

🌊Giyuu Tomioka🌊

- He gets used to your affection after a few weeks of dating you. Tries to reciprocate but it’ll take him time. Though he does get better over time.

- He was all relaxed until you suddenly hit him in the face with a pillow. He would be confused about the sudden pillow fight. He’ll just sit there and blink at you while he’s still getting hit. Then he’ll question if he did something wrong so you’ll have to reassure him.

🪨Gyomei Himejima🪨

- Gyomei enjoys your affection and tries his best to reciprocate it. Though he’ll be a lot more gentle than you, for example if you hug him really tightly he’ll hug back gently because he doesn’t want to hurt you.

- He’s not ticklish so if you tried to tickle him it wouldn’t have an effect on him. Though he will be smiling at you cause he thinks you’re adorable.

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[hmusunoo]

NO DOUBT | P.JS ⛧

pairings.⤑ boxer!jay x fem!reader synopsis. ⤑ Ain't no doubt, 넌 나의 답 ᯤ being the girlfriend of a famous boxer comes in handy when he really really needs to blow off steam after a particularly difficult win. 𐙚 warnings.⤑ smut, mdni. oral m. receiving, face fucking, sex in a boxing ring, blood, praise kink, unprotected sex, choking, pwp, short drabble, slight breeding kink, not proof readᯓ★ W.C. 1.5k

Sitting in an empty boxing ring at 2am was not your idea of a good nights sleep but asking Jay to go home right now was simply not an option. He had won tonight, sure but he did not perform well.

His hits were not as heavy, he let himself tire out too quickly and his body didn’t feel nearly as up to par as it usually did. Jay was hard on himself. Even in the face of a win he wasn’t happy. So he continued to train. Even after everyone leaves and just the two of you were left in the small boxing ring, the lights dim. The only noise was that coming from Jay and his constant wacking at the punching bags.

You sat on a small stool in the corner of the ring watching Jay intently as he continued his assault on the punching bags. Small grunts slipped from his lips leaving you a puddle of yourself. Jay usually got riled up after matches. He would take you how and ravish you completely. It was his stress reliever of sorts and i guess, relieving his stress was apart of your job after all.

Although, you were originally hired to help Jay before and after matches with improving his physically help and also help with keep his body relaxed and in tip top shape. You didn’t expect to fall quickly and madly in love with him. And him, you,

It had caught you off guard but now that you were in a committed relationship it had made your job that much better. Jay was your priority on and off the job now.

“Babe, aren’t you ready to go home yet?” You called over to him. Your thighs clenched together we need for him. His face still bruised and slightly bloody from tonight’s match.

“Just a few more minutes sweetheart” His gruff voice responded, a grunt at the tail end of his sentence. Your groan rang through the ring as you continued to let your imagination run wild.

You thought of the night before when Jay took his time worshiping your body, getting you to cum more times than you could count. It was the uttermost thing you wished for in this moment. You admired Jay’s determination don’t get that wrong but right now all you could think about is how it would feel to have his cock in your mouth.

Deciding you were finished waiting for him, you grab your bearings and rose from your seat on the stool. Walking over to him you tried your best to seem nonchalant. But knowing Jay he would be able to sense your arousal a thousand miles away.

his punches slowed down a bit as he looked over at you, a smirk now on his face.

"You needy baby?" he asked not looking away from you but continuing to wack at the punching bag with vigor. You nodded. Making a show to bat your long lashes at him.

"Mhm" You hummed under your breath with the nod of your head. You innocently cross your arms behind your back as you look him over.

"You seem stressed" You said, letting the words roll of your tongue like honey. "Let me help you.." Jay finally dropped his hands away from the punching bag, allowing them to hang at his sides limply as he assessed your body and the way you were inching closer and closer to him.

"Well I am little stressed." Jay divulged. He cocked his said slightly hiss eyes drinking in your frame as you finally reached him. You reached forward, grabbing ahold of his gloved hands in yours.

"We can't have that now can we" You teased slowing sliding the gloves off while maintaining constant eye contact with him.

"No" His voice was deeper now and his breath quickened. You were riling him up. That you could tell for sure.

After you discarded the gloves on to the ring with a thud you followed suit with them. Falling to your knees in front of Jay.

"Don't you wanna go home fi-" You cut him off with a shake of your head.

"No, I can't wait" Crossing your arms over you discarded your shirt, then bra in a piled heap next to the gloves before make quick work of Jay's sweatpants next. His heavy breathing became a catalyst to your lust only furthering your need to pleasure him.

Pulling his sweatpants down to his ankles you made quick work of wrapping your fist around his cock. A hiss left Jay's lips at the contact of your nimble fingers. Jay leaned against the ropes of the boxing ring to try and steady himself his labored breaths coming out short and harsh.

Looking up at Jay with your lashes on full display and leaving pretty little kitten licks on the underside of his length had made him dizzy. He was already hot and sweating from training and now his body was really ablaze and he looked down at you.

"Fuck" Jay grunting "Stop fucking teasing" His voice was gruff and scratching the ache he felt for you evident in the way he grit his words out.

Deciding to put him out of his misery you attached your mouth to his length, engulfing as much of him as you could. Jay’s hiss of pleasure could be heard throughout the entire room. Albeit it was echoey in here.

“God” Jay swallowed running his hands through your hair before tightly gripping the strands in his fist. “You’re so fucking desperate for me.” He taunts.

You hum sending shivers down Jay’s spine at the vibration his fist getting tighter on your hair. “Needy little thing” Jay spat his chest heaving up and down. “Couldn’t even wait for me to finish my practice huh?”

You removed your mouth from Jay’s cock lazily stroking him up and down. “You kept me waiting” You shrugged your shoulders at him the ghost of a smirk on your lips. “and the sight of you hitting those punching bags made me so wet”

“Yeah?” He asked, voice not as sharp. “Let me fuck your mouth baby please” The whine in his voice coupled with his tight grip on your hair has you nearing your own end without even being touched.

“Ok” You nodded eagerly. Jay’s hands found the sides of your face snapping his hips forward in a brutal assault on your mouth. The harsh slap of his balls on your chin the most resounding sound in the room.

“Letting me use your mouth like a good fucking girl” Jay grunted not falter the smack of his hips for even a second. “So fucking warm and wet i’m gonna cum”

“Hmm” You moaned out. The only sound able to leave your lips before Jay pulled out suddenly with a gasp.

“I need to be inside of you” He made quick work of lifting you up. a yelp of surprise falling from your lips as he balanced you on the ropes of the boxing ring.

“I got you” He said, kissing your cheek gently. His hands pushed your panties to the side, his finger ghosting the entrance to your hole softly.

“So pretty” He admired. “My baby is so pretty” A blush tinted your cheeks at his compliment a shy smile on your face.

“Thank you” You whispered latching your hands to Jay’s hair as you softly ran your hands through the dark locks.

“You ready sweetheart” Jay asked you. The tip to his cock probed at your entrance awaiting the approval it needs to sink itself inside of your warm welcoming whole.

“Yes, please fuck me” You begged him knowing you couldn’t go on without him inside of you for even a few more seconds. Jay entered you in one swift movement, his body finally fully connecting with yours.

“Oh god” You moaned throwing your head back. “Feels good”

Jay’s hips snapped against yours as he began a rough and fast pace reaching deep inside of you every time he sank back in.

“You have the best fucking pussy baby” He groaned. Jay’s hands were planted firmly on your hips. Helping to keep you upright on the ropes of the boxing ring. “Pussy to tight makes me wanna make you a mama”

Your walls clenched around his length at the pure filth leaving his lips. Your moans high pitched and frequent. Jay’s hand left your hip trailing up the expanse of your body until it reached the tender area where your neck and collarbone met. His grip tightening lightly.

“I’m gonna cum” You whined using your hands on his back as leverage to help hold yourself up. “Fuck i’m gonna cum”

“Me too baby” Jay hissed “Clenching on me like a goddamn whore fucking hell” His hips began to stutter nearing his orgasm just as you were.

“Fuck i’m cumming!” You belted, legs shaking like a leaf as Jay filled you to the brim. The warmth of his coming bringing you some kind of sick comfort.

“Fuck” He breathed as soon as you were finished, sliding out of you with a slight wince.

“Couldn’t let me practice could you baby?” He asked a laugh leaving his lips.

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[trevuorzegras]

━╋ BETTING, PART THREE

summary: in which y/n y/l/n falls for the wrong guy, who turns out to have just bet on her. 3/4

mark estapa makes a bet that y/n will fall for him, for a great price of $100 from his friend, adam fantilli.

stranger to lover to enemies to lovers.

pairings: mark estapa x fem!reader

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her.

Y/N found her talking to a few people from the cheer team that she recognized. She was never much of a talker, the pressure of skating taking up most of her time. Tonight she decided to change that by putting herself out there. Well to someone who wasn’t Dylan. Before Y/N, and Dylan had become friends, the girl never really had time for friends. Skating was the only thing the girl thought about, and nowadays her mind seems to be thinking about anything but. Maybe it was because she knew she’d be out the rest of the season, she didn’t know.

Y/N’s thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of Dylan calling her name. She turned her head, and met his gaze. A smile overtook her features as soon as their eyes met. Dylan’s face softened as he gained the girl’s attention, “You ready?” Y/N nodding, a little too quickly, causing the boy in front of her to let out a low chuckle.

Dylan found his friends rather quickly telling them he was ready to go. A few decided to stay for a while, but a few decided to accompany Dylan, and Y/N. Y/N followed Dylan to the front of the house Mark, Rutger, Adam, Luca, and Ethan not too far behind her. She glanced back occasionally to make sure they were still following her, not wanting to lose Dylan’s friends.

Once the group finally reached the front yard, Dylan spoke once more, “We live like half a mile that way, you good with walking, Sunny?” Y/N eyes followed where Dylan had pointed to their left, before she shrugged, “Sure, i don’t have anything to sleep in though.”

It wasn’t uncommon for Y/N to stay at the hockey house with Dylan, however when she did no one was ever home. She never cared for meeting knew people, and Dylan respected that, so he made sure the guys were out the house when Y/N stayed. She was grateful he didn’t force her to meet the team, the two had some sort of silent agreement about it.

Dylan thinks for a moment, before Mark speaks up, “I think i have a pair of sweatpants that’ll fit you.” Y/N turned towards the taller boy, and unreadable expression on her face. “You sure?” Mark shrugged, “Doesn’t matter to me. I can’t lend you a shirt, can’t guarantee it’ll fit ‘ya though.” Y/N chuckled softly, before nodding. Dylan looked towards Mark with a look of confusion. However he is quick to put a smile on his face, as Y/N looks at him.

It didn’t take long before the group made it back to the hockey house. Mark’s first in the house, making his way to his room to retrieve the sweatpants, and t-shirt. Y/N accepts them grateful, muttering a quick thank you to the Estapa boy.

Y/N changes into the oversized clothing, rolling the sweatpants over a few times to keep them around her waist. She makes no complaints as she makes her way back downstairs.

When she finally reaches the first floor, Dylan is waiting on her, a pair of sweatpants hung on his waist as well, “You tired?” The girl nods, to which Dylan says his farewells to his friends, before turning back towards Y/N. “Come on, Sunny. Let go to sleep.” The girl was quick to follow him upstairs, waving slightly to the boys in the living room.

Over the next few months, Y/N had gotten a lot closer to the guys of the hockey team. More specifically Y/N had gotten closer to Mark Estapa. The two had even hung out without everyone else.

Dylan was well aware of what was going on. He knew it was wrong to allow Mark to do that to Y/N, but he knew deep down he had no choice. Y/N was her own person, and had the right to make her own decisions. Dylan had accepted that he wouldn’t be able to tell Y/N about what Mark had planned, because ultimately he didn’t even know if Mark accept the bet from Adam.

Y/N, and Mark continued to get closer as the days went by, and eventually he asked her on a date. She agreed rather quickly, as she had grown very fond of the older boy.

The date went extremely well for the two of them, and they both agreed to go on another. To which they did. And another. As of now, Y/N wasn’t sure how she was feeling. On one hand, she wants something with Mark, on the other hand what happens when she starts skating again? She wouldn’t have time for a boyfriend when she’s skating again.

Her coach had always advised her to not get into a relationship. It was a distraction. That’s what she was always told. It was nailed into her head, but she wanted this so bad. So she went to Dylan.

“Just wait it out, Sunny. If i know anything about Mark, he’ll tell you if he’s interested.”

So that’s what she did. She took Dylan’s word for it. However she didn’t see much progress in whatever was going on with them, until the end of school began rolling around.

Mark had pulled her aside during a group hang out, and had invited her to spend the summer at the famous ‘Hughes Lake House.’ She agreed to join the group, despite her being extremely nervous to meet more of Dylan’s friends.

The school year came, and went. Y/N shipped all the clothing that she wouldn’t need back to Florida with her mom, explaining that she’d return before the summers end to spend time with her, and retrieve her clothes for the next school year.

The group had previously planned to return to their homes, before making their way to the lake house in a week or two, but eventually decided it’d be easier to go straight to the lake house.

So that’s where Y/N found herself. Squished between the two hockey players that were Mark, and Dylan. To say she was nervous was an understatement. It had taken her a while to even make friends with the team, and now she was expected to meet even more people.

Dylan, and Mark reassured her the entire drive to the lake house, but it didn’t help her nerves much. Eventually the group made it to the famous Hughes Lake house. Y/N had heard so many stories about this place, however she never saw herself being there.

Y/N was introduced to the group quickly, and just as quickly they welcomed the girl with open arms. Even with the reassurance of Mark, and Dylan she was still extremely skeptical. She stayed attached to Dylan’s side, not wanting to bother Mark anymore than she already had.

Dylan hadn’t really minded Y/N clinging to his side, he had missed his friend being his friend. As much as Dylan loved his friends, and teammates a lot of their friendgroups seemed to blend into one another. The group hardly had friends of their own, that they didn’t share with the rest of the team.

He hadn’t minded Y/N becoming friends with everyone, because at the end of the day he introduced them. However it was nice when Dylan did get to see Y/N on their own.

As Y/N clung to Dylan’s side, he had a soft smile planted on his face, occasionally checking up on the girl. She had promised she was okay, giving the boy a reassuring smile.

As time at the lake house had passed, Y/N found herself getting more comfortable around the people that littered the house. She even found herself chatting with a few of them more often than not.

The younger girl, only being Twenty years old, found herself drawn to the eldest Hughes brother. Y/N grew up as an only child, and rarely had anyone in her life to fill the roll of an older sibling. Dylan Duke had been one of the only people who’d she consider a brother.

Then when she arrived at the lake house, Quinn could instantly read her nervous expression. He didn’t immediately speak to the girl, however about three days after her initial arrival, he spoke to her.

“You okay?” Y/N had woken up before anyone else, deciding to go out onto the dock, and enjoy the sunrise. At the voice she glanced up to find the Eldest Hughes brother stood in basketball shorts, and a Canucks hoodie.

The girl nods, clearing her throat, not really expecting anyone else to be awake at this hour. “Yeah i’m good, how are you?”

Quinn takes a seat beside her, far enough back to not get his feet in the water, but close enough that he could read the her expression. “I’m good. Whatchu doing up so early?”

Eventually the two of them fell into a natural rhythm of conversation. Y/N speaking her mind about being nervous around so many new people, and Quinn expressing he use to be the same way. The two bonded over their mutual feelings about social interactions.

The two sat on the dock of the lake house for two hours just talking about whatever came to mind, before the two realized just how long they had been outside. Quinn was the first to point it out, resulting in the two of them walking back to the house.

Since then, Y/N has learned that Quinn will be there for her when she needs someone to lean on, despite not knowing him more than a few days. Quinn also realized that he has someone who has very similar traits as him, that he can now lean on.

him.

Time flew by faster than Y/N had ever expected it to. Before the she knew it, it was the day before she was supposed to leave to return to Florida. She was sad having to leave such a beautiful place, but she did miss her mom.

Everyone knew they wanted to make the most out of the last full day that they had at the lake house, so when Jack suggested a boat day, everyone was in.

As Y/N was in the kitchen finishing up getting the cooler ready, Mark walked in with his towel in hand, “You ready, Sunny?”

She turned around at the use of her nickname, smiling as she makes eye contact with Mark, “No, i still need to get a few waters. You can go ahead, and head down to the dock i’ll be there in just a minute.”

Mark nodded as Y/N turned back around to finish packing the cooler. He made his way down to the dock, where everyone had already started loading the boat.

“When are you going to tell her, Stop Sign?”

Mark turns towards the voice, and he’s met with the younger Fantilli brother, causing him to let out a low grown. Quinn looks at the two of them from his spot on the boat confused, “Tell who what?”

Adam clears his throat, looking towards Mark, who just shrugs it off, “Nothing.”

Quinn glares at Mark, his eyes narrowing at the dirty blonde. He goes to turn back to what he was doing, when Adam decided to speak up, “Mark, and i have a bet going.”

The words ‘bet’ peak Quinn’s interest, as well as a few others who were just stood around, “And what’s that?”

“I bet Mark a hundred bucks that he couldn’t make Y/N fall for him, and from what i seen, i’m about to be out of a hundred bu-” Adam’s words are cut off by a shove from Ethan, who’s stood next to him. He gives his teammate a confused look, causing Ethan to point behind Mark.

Mark turns around, his eyes meeting Y/N’s that have now began filling up with tears. Mark’s face drops as he’s met with the gut wrenching sight of her face filled with tears.

Quinn hurries off the boat, and rushes towards Y/N just as she takes off back towards the house. Mark goes to call out for her, but is quickly cut off by Dylan who follows after Quinn, “Don’t.”

her.

As Y/N makes it inside, she immediately goes to her, and Mark’s shared bedroom. She hears Quinn call her name, as she begins packing up her belongings. The door is opened, and in walks Quinn, and Dylan. The two stare at the girl with saddened expressions on their faces, “Oh Sunshine..”

Y/N looks over towards Dylan as he spoke softly to the girl. She shook her head, wiping her nose, “I’m going home.”

Quinn walks closer to her bringing his hand to her cheek to wipe the tear that had escaped, “If that’s what you want.”

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[guiltysungho]

— boynextdoor when you need help to sleep

genre : tags. fluff, suggestive (18+), established relationship, comfort (?)

wordcount. 150 - 300

a/n. you might feel the quality degrade as you continue but i really just wanted to post something. its not too bad i hope, enjoy 😭

@onedoornet

sungho is used to your tossing and turning in bed whenever falling asleep becomes a task, and whether it’s a nap or full night’s rest he knows what to do to get your melatonin up.

he’ll keep you close, enough to feel body rise with each tired breath. gentle pats on your head as he sings a sweet melody to you, humming the instrumental part quietly for you to travel with the sound.

earlier in your relationship you had told him about this song, your childhood nights filled the same harmony he sung to you. he’d learnt the song just for you, for nights like this one when sleeping wasn’t so easy.

you remember the first night you heard the song from him, such a cherished memory. you dreamt of wonders that night, of you and him in a fairytale where that song played throughout the kingdom.

even when he was away from home where he couldn’t hold you, his voice would still be at your reach. after seeing how much you enjoyed his singing, he’d recorded the song for you, saving it on your phone so you could always sleep soundly even when you were miles apart.

when you can’t sleep neither can riwoo, he needs to see you sleeping soundly for the slumber to settle in. he doesn’t know exactly how to make you fall asleep but he tries to figure it out based on general opinions.

so when it’s time to sleep the whole mood in the room switches. rain ambiance noises added to a white noise in the background, cool toned led lights, air purifier, assuming at least one thing would work so got everything.

most of the time you end up laughing, watching him put on every appliance in the room to set the mood right just makes you smile. checking with you on the settings, asking if you want to change the rain sounds to fire place sounds since its winter.

while laughing doesn’t help you sleep, whenever you did fall asleep you were at ease. no matter what happened in the day, you could look forward to the sleeping sessions because of the joy they brought.

at times he would go the extra length and start counting sheep out loud for the both of you, giggling together at each number when you should be sleeping.

the truth was you knew exactly how to fall asleep, you’d fall asleep in the first couple minutes, just lying down on his chest, arm around his torso, but you liked the whole drama of it all so you would let it happen.

jaehyun is like a homemade podcast, you’ll lay there between his thighs while he tells you all about everything. sometimes he’d tell you about his day, depending on how interesting it was and other times he’d tell stories.

he knows you like listening to him so plays with that, telling you all sorts of things that grow more unbelievable as he goes on. at times you’re unsure if he is even saying coherent words or just making sounds that sound like words.

it never did bother you though, if anything you loved it the more incoherent, the easier the slumber came. you would let him play with your hair as he told a story you’d never heard of before, braiding it to the best of his abilities.

something about having his fingers tangled up in your hair and his voice so close to your ears made sleeping such an easy task, you wonder how it was ever hard for you.

you’d fall asleep to his sweet voice, bedtime stories from your one and only. even when he’s far from you he finds a way to make it work, late night calls were he'd just take you along with him, narrating his every movement.

he knows by your soft hums through the line that it works just as well so he continues till all he can hear is your quiet snoring.

slow relaxing tunes fill your room whenever it’s bedtime. you get so close together under the sheets, cuddling as you let the music transport you to a deep slumber.

most of the time that’s all you need to fall asleep, his arms around you and sweet melodies playing from the speaker. the only downside being that it wasn’t an immediate solution to your insomnia.

for taesan there’s only one way to help you sleep immediately and if the tiredness is too much for you he’s always willing to help with a little stimulation. he’ll help you relax completely and release all tension from your body.

he finds it cute the way you always fall asleep immediately after an orgasm, the way your small hands would wrap around his wrist when you felt it coming and stay wrapped there once you passed out. if you need an orgasm to fall asleep he'll give it you with the most pleasure.

whenever it came to it his main focus would be you, wanting you to feel the most pleasure so the slumber could settle as soon as you orgasm. he plays with your most sensitive parts, teasing and pleasing you, kissing you wherever you ask for it.

when you finally finish your eyes are already shut as you slowly regain your breath falling into a deep sleep. he gives you a kiss on the forehead to telling you did well before letting you sleep comfortably.

leehan is particularly gentle with you when you're sleepy, to be honest he enjoys listening to your little yawns and groans that come whenever you were tired so he's a little more unserious in his ways of helping.

when you're tired in bed with him he'll whisper to you while you're craddled in his arms but it's more of an asmr session that a soothing moment. while his gentle touches help you relax, the sound of his voice by your ear whispering the script to a cartoon movie keeps the sleepyness from reaching it summit.

occasionally he will add sound effects to the show, mimicking sounds of bubbles with his mouth and flicking his cheek with his finger to remake the sound of water drops, trying his best to not burst out into laughter.

so most nights instead of sleeping you're giggling in a dark room with your boyfriend whispering the script of nemo to you telling you to imagine the movie while he narrates. with all the laughing you do you always end up falling asleep in the middle of his story, imagining your self in the movies.

he never lets you miss out on his late night asmr, even when he isn't with you he send you voice memos whispering to you in the most erotic way while telling you to tuck yourself in bed tight. giving you some sort of guided meditation session so you can sleep soundly.

[cevansbrat0007]

Cross-Country Christmas (Teaser)

Summary: After Ari is left stranded by a surprise winter storm, you find yourself wishing for a little Christmas miracle...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Angst, Ari Being A Menace, Holiday Themes, Smut, Arguments, Spanking (mentioned), Pet Names, Cursing, More Warnings to Come Minors DNI

A/N: This is only a TEASER, the longer fic is coming soon. Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

8:30am on Christmas Day - Bell’s Creek, Texas

“I promise I’ll be fine, Beast.” Drying your tears, you crumble up your tissues in your fist before discarding them in favor of taking a sip of your coffee. “Like you just said, there’ll be other holidays. And certainly other Christmases.”

Ari was still stuck in Omaha. And while you had suspected this call was coming, you hadn’t been prepared for how much the disappointment would affect you.

By all accounts, your Bounty Hunter appeared to be in good spirits, albeit a little tired. He was still on standby, even though all flights were still grounded indefinitely. But you’d at least been happy to hear that he’d somehow managed to catch a few hours of sleep. 

Not only that, but he’d also made a new friend in some guy named Clint. They apparently had a number of things in common, with the most important being that they’d both served overseas. Ari had also alluded to his new buddy being in law enforcement as well. 

But if you were being honest, you’d been so focused on trying to sound positive that you hadn’t quite been able to focus on his words as much as you would’ve liked. Thankfully, Ari seemed keen on having a conversation – even if it felt a bit one-sided.

“The airline keeps offering to put us up for the night. Anyone who accepts will be guaranteed a spot on one of the first flights out.” Ari coughs softly before continuing. “However, if you’re willing to wait a little bit there’s talk about them sweetening the deal with some sort of voucher or somethin’, plus miles and all that shit.” 

“Oh?” Is all you can manage, forcing yourself to take another pull of your now lukewarm coffee.

“Yeah. So, Clint and I were thinking…” He trails off, briefly leaning away from the receiver to comment on something you couldn’t see.

“You two were thinking…what?” Your next sip of coffee tastes surprisingly bitter on your tongue. Maybe you would dump out the pot and brew a fresh one. 

“That we should take ‘em up on their offer and just ride this storm out. We take the points, get the voucher, and then maybe in a month or two, we go on a vacation together somewhere nice.” 

“You and Clint?!” You screech, accidentally knocking over your mug in the process. “Shit!” You scramble out of your chair to grab a dish towel and hurriedly mop up the mess. 

“Hate to break it to ya, baby, but Clint’s not really my type.” The Bounty Hunter chuckles into the phone. “I was talking about me and you, Bird. We can pick a destination and have ourselves a holiday do-over.”

A beat goes by before you respond the only way that makes any real, logical sense. Even though it seems to take every last bit of your resolve.  

“Okay.” Your voice comes out small and resigned. 

“Aw now, don’t fret. I’ll be home soon.” Ari does his best to reassure you. “And once I’m back, we will spend every waking minute making up for lost time. You have my word.”

Well, when he put it like that…

“I guess we can hold off for a little while longer.” You sniff, wishing you could just go back to bed and sleep until tomorrow. “But you had better keep your promise, Beast. Otherwise I’m gonna have to track down Santa and ask him for a new man.” 

Your half-hearted attempt at humor elicits a short bark of laughter from Ari which, in turn, makes you smile as well. It would be hard, but you could make it 

“Try it, sweet Bird, and I’m telling you right now that I’ll have you in my truck and over my knee before you make it outta the next county.” Comes his gruff response, clearly not enjoying the image of you hanging off another fella’s arm. 

You know without asking that he’s probably not kidding – so you decide to leave it alone. If he wanted to thump his chest a little, then you’d let him. 

“It was a joke.” You tell him when the line falls silent. Standing, you pad towards the fridge on bare feet, stopping once you reach the doors. Yanking one open, you survey the contents, silently wondering if you should even be bothered enough to cook today. Granted, you’d already brined the turkey so –

“Joking about my replacement isn’t funny, Bird.” Ari growls, the sound rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest. “Especially when I can’t be there in person to plead my case.”

You blow out a harsh breath at the same time as your eyes roll heavenwards. Why couldn't he understand that you needed to crack wise here and there in order to keep from crying?

END TEASER

[imagine-silk]

Fallout characters reacting to Sole who (with the Ghoulish/Solar Powered Perks) are practically immune to all radiation, and maybe that perhaps they learn this when they step in apprehensively into the Glowing Sea with them and notice they don't need a rad suit or anything to fight those rads? (Thank you for what you do!!)

���It's such a big flex out in the wasteland. Imagine the world's biggest threat not applying to you.

【Cait】 "Ya eat lead too?"

She doesn't believe you until you're walking around the Glowing Sea unfazed. Is she jealous? Yes. Is she going to make that your problem? Not really. Other than demanding chems to get rid of the problem she keeps on going. The faster you are the faster you leave.

【Codsworth】 "Oh! That's new."

You weren't like that before. Not that he's complaining, any advantage you have is fully condoned by him. As long as you're alright he has no issue with it. Besides, he likes the fact he's also not effected by it so he can go with you in these places.

【Curie】 "Marvelous!"

She immediately starts identifying why you are like this and reinforces her body accordingly. She will do further test just to be sure she's right but other than that she won't ask much.

【Danse】 "Good thing I have power armor."

Unlike most synths, his resistance to radiation is nonexistent. He was made to blend in with the masses. But he kept his armor/ got a new armor and there's always rad-away.

【Deacon】 "I can do that too."

He can't, but he hides it very well. You won't see the symptoms of radiation poisoning so whether or not you believe him is up to you. He will complain about the green everywhere though.

【Hancock】 "How come you get to keep your smooth skin? I feel cheated."

It's all in good fun. He knows if he stays in radiation too long he'll go feral but he does like the idea he can tolerate it more than any of your human companions. Might even stick his tongue out at them as you leave with him.

【MacCready】 "You wanna share that superpower with me?"

He's annoyed to put it mildly. Why did you ask him to come out with you to the waking sea? Just wanna show off? He still needs to take rad-away and radX. Next time take someone who can go into radiation no problem. He says all that but will always follow you into the Glowing Sea.

【Nick】 "That's one less thing to worry about."

He constantly worries over your well-being. You need to do so much he doesn't; eat, sleep, and drink to name a few. He decides not to question the development because he doesn't want to jinx it, like if he found out it would be taken away.

【Piper】 "And here I thought vault dwellers would shrivel up and die at the color green."

She laughs at the idea more than she asks questions about why you're like that. She figures you just got tolerate over time on the surface. That being said, she tells Nat and immediately starts a rumor you were some sort of superhero before the bombs.

【Preston】 "I can't imagine what happened that allowed you to do that."

He's relieved, impressed, and tired all at the same time. At some point he just learned you're going to defy every rule he knows and to let it go when that happens. Would it be nice to have your plot convenience? Yes. Will he ever tell you that? No.

【X6-88】 "It is assuring you can handle this endeavor."

He was made to handle the surface, radiation has no effect on him. Not that he would like to test it or spend any unnecessary time in the Glowing Sea.

【Travis Miles】 "You kind of seem impossible. I-I mean that as a good thing."

After everything he's seen of you he can't imagine anything could kill you, radiation included. Still there is a fine line between impressing him and scaring him and you seem to use that line like a God damn jump rope.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 53)

Uzi didn't know what to think, her 19th birthday was in a month, in that same month, her and N would be hitting month 8 on their relationship, and Tera would be a month closer to a year old.

But she felt as if she was slowly falling apart. They'd gone to bed that night, N rubbing circles into her back to keep her calm as she rested on the plating of his chest, the whirring of his core a decent lullaby.

But in the middle of the night, she woke up to her core fluttering like a trapped butterfly, her breath coming out in stuttered puffs as she ran to the bathroom and proceeded to empty her stomach into the toilet, everything she had eaten that night being rejected by her body spectacularly.

The nausea persisted even after she'd emptied herself, caused in part by the furious fluttering of her core while the room seemed to spin around her, she groaned as she weakly gripped the toilet bowl, and her temperature rose several ticks due to her expelling quite a bit of her oil out of her mouth.

“Baby?” N came into bathroom, worried and his voice slurred with the vestiges of sleep, he woke up more when Uzi looked over at him, looking scared and incredibly ill as another wave of nausea hit her and she wretched over the bowl despite there being nothing left in her to go anywhere.

He knelt down beside her, making sure her hair was out of her face and she was held steady by his hand on her back. She whimpered as the dizziness seemed to worsen for a moment and she squeezed her eyelights shut.

Then she started to cry, because she was terrified, because she was tired of her body being organic and biomechanical and she was tired of feeling scared if she was still going to be herself when she woke up.

Choked, watery sobs escaped her throat between coughs and nausea induced shudders, and N just held her from behind tenderly, worried half-sick himself.

Eventually, the fluttering of her core stopped and the nausea faded, leaving her feeling disgusting and empty and warm from overheating, she wiped her mouth with a rag and looked back at N, who kissed her forehead sweetly.

“Come on… I can feel you overheating…” He offered, helping her stand even though her legs still felt like wet noodles, and he lead her back to bed before wrapping a blanket loosely over her. “I'll go get it… stay here.”

She nodded, curling up into herself and feeling so so small. Powerless, she hated feeling that way, like she couldn't do anything to make things better.

N came back a moment later with the rest of her container of oil, he crawled into bed and lifted her a little into his lap, handing her the canister, which she immediately took long drinks out of until it was completely empty.

She made a small whine as N pulled her into him, mind running a mile a minute to try and sort out a solution, he didn't want her to look so miserable…

“Should we take you to the medical bay tomorrow?” He asked, not knowing what else to do.

“What are they going to do? As soon as they scan me they're going to see the wings and tail and probably want to try to remove them…”

“Hmm… do they sell scanners somewhere?” Uzi felt her core give a small flutter again, making her tense up and curl further into N's side before she answered.

“Maybe?” She couldn't really remember, especially now, her head felt like mush and her thoughts sounded like they were far away.

“How about I look tomorrow? And we can perform it together.” N nuzzled her hair, and Uzi felt him shift until his hand was gently rolling over the rubber of her midsection. It was… calming, in a weird way.

“Y-yeah. Okay…”

Next ->

[lostgirlmuseum]

🏖Chapter 4 (Finale)

Mini Series Masterlist ❤️

Summary: You invite both your best friend and your boyfriend to a three-day weekend getaway at a beach resort. This trip was meant to be relaxing, but tensions and jealousies rise as both Miles and Bucky fight for your attention. 

Pairing: BestFriend!Bucky x f!Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: Major toxicity, accusations of infidelity, happy ending!

A/N: I really hope you like it! I don't have a taglist, but you can follow updates at @lostgirl-library instead

(Divider credit: @firefly-graphics)

Reader’s POV

DAY 4: MONDAY 🌊

The sun was just starting to peek through the blinds, streams of soft light rolling over the bed. You yawned and stretched out wide, feeling your limbs tense and relax. You shifted your body and found the other side of the bed was cool, Bucky must have left a while ago. You noticed his open suitcase on the floor, and he looked mostly packed. 

Wanda and Vision had left late after the bonfire the night before. You frowned at the thought. You didn’t want to leave, at least not yet. It was so sunny and spacious here. You tucked yourself further into the covers and groaned, knowing you should get up, but what’s a few more minutes? 

You nearly fell back asleep until you remembered your flight was creeping up, and you still needed to pack up your things. Begrudgingly, you removed yourself from the comfort of Bucky’s bed, and creaked out of his door.

Just as you were shutting the door behind you, you made eye contact with Miles, as he was simultaneously leaving his room.

You began to smile but his words came first.

“I thought you said you were sleeping on the couch,” he scrunched his eyebrows.

“I did. I was,” you said, rubbing your arms for warmth. 

“Then how come you’re leaving his room?” He countered, crossing his arms across his chest.

“He saw I was uncomfortable and told me I could sleep in his room.” You simply stated, and walked over to the couch to grab your sweatshirt off the back of it.

“And you said yes?” 

“Yeah..?” You replied skeptically, pulling the garment over your body.

“Y/N.” He deadpanned.

“Miles.” You mirrored.

“Drop the innocence. You’re telling me you don’t see what this looks like?” He gestured between you and Bucky’s door.

You followed his hand, still confused about what he was getting at.

“No?” You responded, sticking your hands into the pouch of your sweatshirt.

“Because it looks like you cheated on me.”

You blinked once. Twice. A third time.

“What?” 

“Did you sleep with him?” Miles pointed to Bucky’s room.

“What the fuck? No!” You took a step back, incredulous. 

Is this some sort of joke?

Miles' voice started to raise, and yours with it.

“Well how am I supposed to know that? Because that’s the way it fuckin’ looks right now!”

“Because I’m your girlfriend and we are supposed to trust each other!” You scoffed.

“The person I don’t trust is Bucky!”

“What do you have against him?” You groaned, truly curious to what all this animosity was for.

“He’s obsessed with you! The dumb and oblivious act was cute at first, but wake the fuck up! Are you stupid?” He tapped his head aggressively.

You balked. Where is this coming from? Did he just call me an idiot?

“Miles,” you calmly stated, trying to center yourself, “I do not like the way you are acting right now.”

“I’m acting this way because of you! I can’t trust you as long as he is around. How did you think it was a good idea to sleep in another guy’s bed when you already have a boyfriend?”

“I don’t know!” You threw your hands up, “I was tired, and upset, and it’s not like Bucky and I have never slept in the same bed before! We go on missions together!”

“Great, so now I have to worry about the past as well!” Miles scoffed.

“You don’t have to worry about anything!”

“He’s manipulated you, can’t you see that? He’s been playing me this whole time, trying to pit you against me.”

“Miles, you’re talking nonsense,”

“Sweetheart, men and women can never be friends. I know this is hard for you, but you have to accept that he will never see you as just a friend. He will always be sabotaging your happiness as long as you’re with someone who isn’t him!”

“You’re pissing me off!” 

“Open your eyes!”

The front door swung open, and Bucky appeared with a box of donuts in hand. He quickly looked between you and Miles, obviously sensing that you were in the middle of something. He shut the door behind him without taking his eyes off you. You looked at Bucky almost pleadingly.

“Doll?” 

“Baby, I’m begging you, please,” Miles continued, taking a couple steps toward you, “I’ll forget about the past. Just tell me you see where I’m coming from with him. I love you.”

You froze.

“You—you what me?”

“I love you.” Miles put his hand over his heart.

What the fuck?

“You were just screaming at me telling me I cheated on you!” 

“You make me crazy about you! Baby,” Miles begged, trying to step closer to you, but you stepped back.

“I don’t even know what to say anymore.” You scoffed humorlessly. 

“Fuck it, fine,” Miles mumbled, and lowered himself on one knee. “Will you marry me?”

Your eyes went impossibly wide, and you heard the sound of a box being dropped on the floor.

“WHAT?” You and Bucky yelled at the same time.

“Will you marry me?” He repeated.

“Oh my God, I’ve dated a madman—” you shook your head in disbelief, and brought your palms to your cheeks at the pure absurdity of the situation.

“I think you need to take a walk, Miles,” Bucky finally spoke up, and picked up the box of donuts that had found itself on the floor.

“So you can be alone with her? Not a chance.” He sneered.

“Miles, we are done.” You enunciated every word. “This is over. Clearly I have made a huge mistake.”

“No, I don’t accept that!”

“Accept it? I’m not offering to pay for dinner!” You screeched. “I’m breaking up with you! You don’t have to ‘accept’ it, but you’re gonna have to live with it!”

“Back up,” Bucky growled, seeing Miles try to step closer to you.

To your surprise, Miles seemed to listen. He took a step back, and then disappeared into the kitchen. Before you and Bucky could utter a single word, he was back holding the sand dollar Bucky had given you yesterday.

“You love him, don’t you?” Miles asked, relatively calm, as he pointed at Bucky.

The room went completely silent.

“I– I–” You didn’t know what to say.

“You love him!” He shouted, and held up the precious shell. You were too slow—he threw it against the wall.

“No!” You cried, and gasped, seeing the pieces shatter to the ground.

“See! You care more about a stupid shell than me!” Miles gestured to the mess he’d made.

“That’s enough,” Bucky seethed, and grabbed Miles by the back of his neck, picking him up like you would a puppy.

Miles argued but Bucky persisted, and carried him out the front door. 

The moment you heard the door shut, you sank to your knees and began to cry.

Yes, because of the shell, but you knew it was so much more than that. You were exhausted, embarrassed, and conflicted.

Miles' voice rang in your ears.

You love him! You love him! You love him!

An uncomfortable pit planted itself in your stomach. Miles not only hit a nerve, but it felt as if he had exposed it. 

You can’t keep running from this. You can’t keep running from your feelings. You thought you could fix yourself, but all you did was distract yourself from the truth.

I am in love with Bucky Barnes. I have been for a very long time.

“Fuck,” you choked, tucking your forehead into your knees.

You couldn’t tell if you were more mad that it had taken you this long to accept it, or that you accepted it at all. 

These feelings for your best friend were dangerous. They had been barred and locked up behind your rusting heart for so long, but now they were in the forefront of your mind, and you knew there were risks.

You knew that if Bucky didn’t reciprocate your feelings, you’d be okay. Upset, yes, but you knew you would survive as long as you had Bucky as your friend. The real fear is if Bucky loves you back. What if you don’t work out? Will your friendship survive that caliber of heartbreak? Of knowing what it’s like to have the other completely, only to give it up?

But you were tired, so tired, of lying to him, yourself, the world.

You wiped your eyes and pulled yourself up from the ground. You needed fresh air.

You weren’t sure how long you stood before the water, watching the waves crash and the water barely making it to your toes. 

Bucky appeared next to you. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just took a deep breath of the ocean air.

“I took him to the airport.”

“Is that a euphemism?”

“No,” he chuckled, “I sent him home. I figured we could catch another flight later, and stay here for a little longer. Housekeeping won’t be here until noon, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I snuck a couple bullets in his pockets. TSA is going to tear him apart.”

You didn’t bother asking him where he got the bullets.

“Bucky, be honest with me.”

“What is it?”

“Miles hasn’t been kind to you, has he?” It was phrased like a question, but sounded like a statement.

He froze for a second, struggling for the right words.

“No.” He eventually sighed.

“And you didn’t tell me…because you didn’t want to disappoint me?”

“It was nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“This is all my fault,” you sniveled, and dropped yourself onto the sand.

“No it’s not,” Bucky sat down with you, and put his hand on your back.

“It is. I can’t believe I ignored how awful he was. I can’t believe I let him hurt you. I should’ve known I couldn’t force that relationship. I just wanted the distraction, y’know?” “Distraction?”

“Bucky…” you trailed off, and forced yourself to look at him. “I only went out with him because I thought it would help me get over my feelings for you. But here we are, I’ve only made things worse, and I still love you. And it’s fine if you don’t feel the same, I just can’t keep lying to myself.”

Bucky’s eyes went wide.

Oh god. He’s upset? He’s happy? Surprised? 

Before you could backtrack and take back what you’d said, Bucky’s hands were holding your face, his only inches away.

“What are you doing?” You asked, nervous for what was going to happen next.

His eyes glittered softly, looking into yours.

“I’m making the wave,” he whispered, and he dove in for the kiss.

You gave a soft gasp at his quick movements, but immediately responded, bringing your hand behind his neck to keep him close to you. 

The kiss was desperate, and filled with longing, as you found yourself falling back into the sand, Bucky holding himself right above you. The fall broke the kiss, but you didn’t mind, because it gave you the gorgeous view of Bucky hovering above you, panting, and smiling like an idiot. 

You giggled and leaned up to kiss his chin, his cheeks almost as pink as his lips.

As adorable as he looked, eyes shining as he took you in, you were getting impatient, and crashed your lips to his. You caught him off guard, but he was quick to recover.

“Wait, wait,” you panted, lightly pushing him off of you.

“What’s wrong?” He pulled back looking frazzled, a mix of concern and adoration in his ocean eyes.

“Nothing,” you reassured him, and reached into your back pocket, “I just want to get a picture of this.” 

You sat up and placed yourself next to Bucky, putting your phone in selfie mode.

You captured his cheesy smile as you placed a kiss on his left cheek. Bucky watched as you quickly tapped away on your phone, and he smirked once he saw what you’d done.

To: Miles [File Attachment: IMG_6123] Thx for making me realize what I really needed Fuck you for everything else bastard

“And…blocked.” You said, a satisfied grin on your face.

“God, I love you,” Bucky crooned.

“I love you,” you responded, pulling him back in for another kiss.

The waves crashed hopefully behind you.

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUPPORTING THIS SERIES! I appreciate each and every one of you. For my first mini series, I think I'm mostly happy with how it turned out. Of course I'm always going to worry about it not being good enough, but I wanted to thank you for all being so kind toward me.

I'm so sorry if the ending feels too abrupt, I really didn't know how to end it. If you have any question about the story, feel free to ask!

All that being said, thank you once again you beautiful people.

GET OUT THERE AND MAKE THE WAVE!!!

[fox-bright]

23 years ago today, my mother made me homeless.

I was thinking about that, on my evening walk with my husband. The sun was creeping away from us, the sky was high and cloudless, the air was cool but the river was low and so it all smelled a little bit of mussel shells. And I walked hand in hand with him for most of the four miles, past the fellow doing a mural on the underpass, past the ice cream shop that does an excellent key lime pie ice cream, all along the greenway beside the river.

I was thinking it's not--I have never liked the phrase "it's not fair," because I never encountered fair. But it feels like an insult, that there are hurts you can take and never get better from. I sprained my right knee and ankle in opposite directions, slipping on ice nearly twelve years ago; they will never properly heal. And similarly, the wounds from being thrown away after I came out as queer are probably going to ooze a bit forever. It's been more than half my life, I was only nineteen, and still I get sad and angry when I think on it.

My life is full of many things. I do not have to think on it often, if I do not want to. But anniversaries do creep up on one.

So we went for our walk, my husband and I, and I watched the swallows overhead, and looked for more baby snapping turtles like the one we saved from the bicycle path the other afternoon. And the walk was good, and the company was good.

And on the way back, nearly at the end of our way, I looked up the path and saw someone asleep on a bench beside the road.

The hours toward the end of the afternoon, into the early evening, are sometimes the safest time to sleep, when you have to sleep rough in a city. It's not unlikely that after sunset you have to get up and stay up, lest you be fucked with by the cops or rousted out, or suffer violence from the sort of person who likes to go out and cause trouble in the dark. I felt a sick twist of sympathy, seeing the man with his socked feet sticking off the end of the bench. A familiarity.

But then as we got closer to him, I saw his socks were matching, and pretty clean. And his haircut was recent. And he was wearing, I realized belatedly, a set of matching sky-blue scrubs.

The hospital was less than a block up the road. This poor doctor hadn't made it any farther than that before he had to sleep, he had to sleep, and here he was looking like a dead thing. Absolutely unmoving. Face mashed into the slats of a metal bench.

I worry about what's coming. Everyone is already so tired.

Just have to put one foot ahead of the other, and get what rest we can. And where we can, look out for one another.

[anuncalledbridge]

Leap of faith

Summary: you didn't expect you'd be pulled into a verse where there is no Avenger, no Peter, and no Ned.

Pairing: Miles Morales x (half filo) Stark!reader

Warning: knife, cursing, cursing in tagalog, violence, mention of death.

Previous part

It has been two days since you've been pulled by that strange portal. By some mysterious matter, Gwen and you somehow got into visions academy, an academy which you heard are only for the rich and intelligent kids. Vision Academy wasn't hard and it wasn't easy either but you could manage same goes for Gwen, she was rather exceptional herself.

When night falls you always find yourself feeling alone, sure Gwen was there but she is either sleeping or completely ignoring you. You miss home, you missed your dad, that's the only thing you and Gwen had in common, missing home.

You grabbed your suit deciding to sneak out, you looked at Gwen "wanna go for a swing?" You asked, she was burying her nose in a book "No, I feel tired" she lazily replied.

"Suit yourself, pinkie" You jump from your two-story building and shot a web on a building. You were too deep in your thoughts as you swing. Yesterday you went to visit Manhattan and found absolutely nothing. Manhattan looked so empty without the avenger tower.

There was a spider person like you in this verse but to your surprise, it was a guy, there was no explanation as to how any of this happened but since you got here you made it upon yourself to make some sort of device to get yourself home but it was quite complicated than you thought. The multiverse was somehow in shambles, you hoped that Dr. Strange finds a way to fix this while you were trying to go home.

You sat on a tower watching the city lights; you sat there for a while, thinking of something, anything other than this madness.

You got bored eventually and just decided to look around, your line of sight traveled to each civilian until it landed on a lady being mugged by someone.

"Okay! Need to get these pent-up feelings out!" You stretched your limp arms then you started to shoot your web to the next building.

"Woo! " You shouted, dodging a huge truck as you made your way to the crime "Help-- help me please!" The lady sounded so defeated her broken sobs were heard a mile away making you pick up your pace.

"Ain't it a bit rude, interrupting her well-deserved walk?" You spoke out of nowhere, making the culprit look up from his current position "Who are you!?" He shouted, quite terrified seeing a new sight other than their local hero.

"That's what they always say" You jump from a small building then you started to walk over to him "Never, 'oh! How are you amazing spider-woman?' you know what I mean? No?" You taunted.

"Stay where you are! Or else this bitch dies" he gruffly grabbed the woman's arm as he pointed the knife at her neck.

You gasp "Calling a woman 'bitch'? How would your mother feel if he saw you right now? Pushing you out of her vajayjay must've been a huge disappointment" You clicked your tongue in feigned disappointment.

"Oh well! There's nothing we could do about that" You shrugged. You swiftly shoot your web at the girl, successfully pulling her to you as she yelps at the process.

The culprit backed away dropping his knife and sprinting for his dear like "Hey! Where are your manners!" You shouted.

You were about to go after him but then a silhouette suddenly appeared in front of him catching him off guard, before he knew it he was already stuck on a wall, webs all over his body.

You saw Spiderman right there in front of you, he was talking to the culprit about something then his sight averted to you.

"Saw your little stunt, who are you?" He asked as he inch his way towards you "Ha? no no English." You tried to salvage this situation with your god-awful accent only to receive a laugh "No need to hide, heard you talking about pushing someone out of there-- you know how it goes" he winced.

The lady from earlier had already left after thanking you, so it was just the both of you plus the culprit who was on the wall "Who are you?" He asked again "tangina, papatayin ako ni Gwen nito" (fuck, Gwen is gonna kill me) you muttered. It didn't bother you much but Gwen, Oh dear.

Peter didn't understand a thing you just said, the only thing he caught was the name 'Gwen' "Whose Gwen?" He asked

"No one! It's nice doing business with you Mr. Daddy long legs!" Before you got time to swing your ass to Gwen he said something and you froze.

"I'm Peter, Peter Parker." The deafening silence made Peter uncomfortable a bit. In your verse Peter wasn't the Spiderman, instead, he had lived a pretty normal nerdy life and was your best friend who was obsessed with the star wars lore and Legos.

This Peter was much older than you, you can tell. Peter took off his mask and it completely left your mouth hanging open. Instead of luscious dark brown curly hair, he was blonde, and as you guess he was much much older than you.

"Is this what old age does to you!? Turn you blonde?!" You gestured your hands around him in exaggeration "Time has not been good to you, babes" Peter was offended for all he knows, he was perfect.

"She can talk.." he muttered. "No this isn't fair" he shook his head with a furrowed brow. "I don't know your name and your Identity" he sighs, looking at you expectedly "Oh! Right. Wait a minute, barbie"

"I'm pretty gorgeous so be warned" It feels like you were revealing yourself in a Roblox group chat with a bunch of kids that you and your Peter tried to prank. you pushed the nanotechnology spider logo on your suit and there reveals your face.

"Im--"

"Y/n!"

You didn't expect this...Peter, not your Peter, engulfed you in a tight hug, making you stumble back "O-okay.." you awkwardly said not knowing where to put your hands.

For what felt like minutes he started to sob "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" his breath was ragged if mistaken he'd have a panic attack "Dude, hey...what happened?" You finally asked.

Peter pulled away from you, as he wiped off his tears "I thought you...d-died" he had a hard time looking at you, guilt pooled in his eyes "whaaatt?" You dragged your word, still not processing his statement.

He chuckled softly but the pain is evidently still there "You're mistaken, Peter. I'm not from here, I just happen to stumble here"

"What?" He asked finally discarding his previous feeling "I was pulled by something close to a black hole, which terrified the hell out of me by the way" Peter paced around, still not meeting your gaze, afraid that if he did, he might cry again.

"Kingpin.." he muttered, he was thinking for a while then he finally looked up at you "Wait, how come you're here early? He didn't activate the machine yet" his voice was painted with confusion and a tinge bit of solemnity.

"Beats me, but that is a horrible name" You made a face of disgust while Peter smiled fondly, seemingly remembering something that includes you "You're still the same y/n, well except for the part where you spoke in a different language" that made you smile, although you have no idea what you're getting yourself into or who this exact copy of you is.

"Wanna grab a coffee or something?" You asked, as you ready yourself to swing "at this hour? Sure, why not" he put on his mask and with a last nod he took off swinging, you following behind him.

----

"You married Mj?!" You gaped at him, shaking his head as he took a bite of his burger "Yeah I did, she helped me a lot since... you know" he looked down at the city, he was trying to say something but he was having a hard getting it out; finally he let out a long sigh then he looked at you. "Y-you were too young when you died, Y/n. I couldn't forgive myself"

"Hey, it's not your fault. Even if it's not me I know she won't blame you either." You rub comfort on his back, you don't know a single thing about comforting.

Peter's usual demeanor came back after a few words of horrible comforting and encouragement, and you think he finally has the closure he deserves.

You told him everything about the verse you live in, from the Avengers to your Peter and your father.

"Wait, so this Captain America guy, is always on your 'ass' because you're being too unnecessarily loud?" He questioned "Yes! Good thing I can curse in my own language so he's got nothing on my ass... although he found out one day, didn't hear the end of it. My dad was a snitch" you muttered the last part.

Peter laughed "Your suit is awesome by the way," He asked "I made it!" You smugly said. Peter let out a huff in amusement. "You? You made it?" He said as if he didn't believe your statement but he knew full well that you were capable of making something like that.

You scoffed "Of course I did, I mean how couldn't I?" Peter rolled his eyes at you, he then averted his gaze back to the city. Hanging out with Peter made you miss your Peter more; Sure they were different in so many ways but they somehow share the same traits.

"I've got to go Peter" You sat up from your position, as Peter did the same following your action "See you around?" He asked, "Of course!" You outstretched your hand for a fistbump and he gladly reciprocated.

You both went your separate ways, as you continued to swing back to your dorm. The whole way there you were thinking about how you're gonna tell Gwen this but that didn't really register when you arrived back at your dorm.

Will you're not inside your dorm, more like outside banging the hell out of the window "Gwen! Open this window right now!" You shouted but not too loud, careful to not wake up your dorm neighbor "Hoy Gwen! Anak nang- open this right now Gwen!" (Hey Gwen! Son of a-- open this right now Gwen) You groaned.

Gwen wasn't asleep, you can clearly see the light from your shared bedroom. To no avail, you just decided to give up "tangina, mandaan moto Gwen!" (son of a bitch, mark this day Gwen!) You spoke lastly as you tried to find a window that can access the hall, you just hoped the security guard was asleep.

You found one "Take that Gwen!" You muttered. You already took off your mask and covered your suit with a jacket. You gently closed the window as carefully as you could to not cause some attention. You smiled to yourself "'Another night another slay and I served--" and you spoke too soon.

You felt someone crash into you but you didn't fall it just surprised you, but the person who bummed you did. Miles groaned as he tried to focus his vision, he swore a huge guy must've bummed into him but then he looked up.

"Oh"

"Are you okay, wait-- are you sneaking out?" You asked as you help him up "N-no" he stuttered. He regained his balance then he finally got a good look at you.

Your hair was disheveled and you got a bag forming under your eye but you still look good, at least that's what you think about yourself.

You hummed looking at him suspiciously "Right..." He looked anywhere, avoiding your observant eyes "I-- uh, I was trying to--" he rubbed his neck with his dominant hand while his other hand was gesturing around.

You laughed "Dude relax, I'm not gonna snitch on you-- unless you're trying to snitch on me" You feigned seriousness "No! I-I swear I will not!" He replied almost immediately.

"I'm just playing with you, but if you don't want to get caught, don't go this hall if you're trying to sneak out"

"Then why are you here?"

You pursed your lips and clicked your tongue "I- you-" Miles knitted his brow together, awaiting your reply. You let out a sigh.

"you know what? I think I'm gonna snitch on you" You narrowed your eyes at him. Miles laughed, his previous nervous demeanor decapitated and instead, he tried to cover it up with faux confidence.

"you can't do that now, can you? I'm Miles Morales." he smiled. He had that kind smile that can make you melt.

"You're new, right? I-- I'm actually new too" You noticed he was growing nervous. You nodded "I guess...I saw what your dad did earlier" you smirked, as he groaned in embarrassment.

"Please don't make me remember that," he said with an exaggerated sigh. The scene between Miles and his Dad brought a frown across your face, it awfully reminded you of your dad.

"Oh, I doubt that. That's gonna stick with you as long as I'm near" You started to walk as he followed after you.

"I never caught your name--"

"Probably because, I didn't throw it, Morales" you blatantly said. Miles rolled his eyes a growing smile made its way to his lips.

"I didn't mean it like that, and just call me by my first name, it's weird" You chuckled "Sure, Morales" Miles threw his head back laughing.

The pair of you blindly walked through the hall, forgetting about the curfew entirely "Aren't you going to sneak out?" You asked Miles.

Miles chuckled nervously "I was gonna, but I'm just too tired, you know?" Miles wanted to sneak out and talk to his uncle but he didn't want to miss this opportunity into making friends.

"Am I really that good to hang out with for you to miss your daily sneak-out sesh?" You smirked as you leaned in closer to him. Miles was tense he couldn't say a word, your breath was fanning onto him and he can basically smell your perfume.

Suddenly a whistle echoed at the end of the hall making both of you turn your head to the source "Isn't it a bit too early to shag your classmate!" The guard shouted. "you'll both face deep consequences about this!"

"Run." You whispered into his ears, and Miles swore he could feel goosebumps. Before he even got time to process his dilemma, you grabbed his arms without warning, and god you were strong.

"Isn't it a bit too early to listen to the exclusive spider man Christmas song?!" You shouted with a laugh. Miles who heard your statement snorted and let out a bark of laughter.

"I didn't know you had such great taste in music!" Miles counter back and laughed. He peeked from his shoulder to see the guard who was running after the both of you; the way the guard ran made Miles laugh even harder his stomach hurting.

You looked back seeing the same thing and just like Miles it had you crackling. To say the guard wasn't flustered was an understatement, that enough made him determined to catch you both. Both of your laughter was so loud some of the students came out of their dorms and that alone distracted the guard from chasing after the both of you.

It took you a while to find a safe place to finally get peace. Mile was out of breath, he was panting like a dog; with laughter mixed with a full lap run, who wouldn't?

"you look dehydrated," you said out of amusement.

"Really? I didn't think it was that obvious" he remarked between ragged breath.

You sat down, him sitting down next to you, he was still out of breath "Why are you so unaffected-- I mean like, you basically ran through the whole school" You side glance at him "Mama mo blue." (Your mom is blue) that was so out of pocket even for Miles. Honestly, you didn't feel like talking, you loved Mile's company but you were just too tired, everything was just so overwhelming.

"No she's not, bet yours is" That made you chuckle, Miles understanding parts of your Filipino jokes brought you smiling wider.

"My mom is dead." You laughed seeing Mile's color drained from his face "I'm so sorry--" he was genuinely trying to apologize but he burst out laughing making you laugh harder.

"I'm serious though-- I'm sorry" his laughter subsided, replacing it with a sympathetic look "No need, Miles. It was a long time ago" You smiled reassuringly at him.

Miles grinned, looking mischievously at you "What?" You asked "You called me by my first name" he wiggled his brows "Oh fuck off, dude" You punched his shoulder gently but he still made a sound.

You felt your phone buzz, averting your attention to your phone. Miles watched your smile turn into an annoyed frown as you saw the text on your phone.

"where are you?" you mocked in a high-toned voice. Miles let out a huff of amusement watching you "Now she's worried when she was the one who locked me out!" You complained.

"Roommate?" Miles asked feeling quite the same as you. You hummed.

"my roommate is always on his computer 24/7 sometimes I can hardly sleep at all," he said still looking your way. "Will, let's just say my roommate likes to play pranks with me" you muttered.

"Didn't it cross your mind that maybe she does that because...you always start it"

You scoffed "Strong accusation, but fair point-- and I need to go, she's spamming me" You stand up from your position as Miles frowned.

"You still didn't tell me your name," he said while standing up. You narrowed your eyes, surely you won't tell him your name but you thought of a cool nickname to piss Gwen off.

"Gwendolyn Garcia" you held back a laugh, pursing your lips to conceal it. "Will see you around, Gwendolyn" he enthusiastically said.

"Copy that" Hearing that made Miles groaned loudly and you throw your head back laughing. You both went your separate ways with the previous event still in mind. Miles for sure will cherish the night. You in the other hand still can't sleep.

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Tag list: @itstooearly-its3am

[suuuupernovaaa]

kxuke - part 2

kxuke [ˈk’u.kɛ] adj. safe

Request from @myrealmstuff: Part 2 for Kxuke please, it's so beautiful.

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Request from @hyunjinoak: Can I request Neteyam x reader story where the reader is pregnant and going through a really tough pregnancy complications and Neteyam is helping it? Nnd when the reader has difficult delivery (heavy bleeding / too long contraction or something like that) Neteyam helps reader and in the end have a healthy baby?

Part 1 [Summary: A Marine avatar, part of Quartich's team, is held captive by the Sullys. She is tough but damaged from an abusive upbringing on earth. Slowly, she and Neteyam fall for each other, and she is granted new life in her avatar body by Eywa. Neteyam's family is not pleased, but Neteyam asks her to be his mate. You should probably read Part 1 before reading Part 2.]

TW: blood, pregnancy

Watching the last remaining ship leave is surreal for me. Everyone I knew in my previous life now gone, suspended in sleep for six years, back to the planet I once called home.

It doesn't feel like home now, when I think it about it. It sort of feels like a nightmare; the abuse I suffered at the hands of my parents, multiple partners; the relief I felt when joining the marines, only to realize I had become the oppressor and abuser.

Never once have I regretted my decision to turn my back on my people. Maybe I should... but they never did a damn thing for me but use and abuse me, my entire life.

Though my new family was hard-won, they have never hurt me, or yelled at me, or made me feel little and stupid.

Tuk and Kiri were the quickest to accept me, with Lo'ak soon after. Then came Jake, because as it turned out, we had quite a lot in common. Rough upbringing. Marine background. Abandoning our race for a new one. You don't often meet other people in that situation. Our mutual understanding turned to friendship, and then a familial like relationship.

Neytiri was the hardest, but it was her mother's heart that got her in the end. It just came out, on a hunt, a story about my own mother, and something she'd done to me when I was barely out of diapers.

Something in Neytiri changed towards me in that moment, and she held me in her arms as I cried, and told me she would try to be a better mother to me.

Now I stand with my family, my mate Neteyam, and I place my hand over my swollen stomach as the cheering erupts around me at the joy and relief everyone feels. The baby is kicking again; he must be able to feel my happiness.

We are finally free.

--

The pregnancy has not been easy on me. I try every day to feel joyful about the new life I'm bringing into the world, and grateful to be staring my own family with Neteyam, but I am so tired, all of the time.

The simplest tasks have become exhausting, especially as the pregnancy has gotten to its final stages. Tsahik tells me I need to rest, and that she thinks the birth will be difficult... so that's something to look forward to.

Neteyam practically carries me in his arms everywhere we go, and dotes on me so aggressively that it sends me to tears at least three times a day.

Everything makes me cry. Neytiri tells me it's normal, but it feels embarrassing nonetheless. I burst into tears when Tuk squeezes my hand as we walk, or when I see another mother with a small child, and nearly every time Neteyam does anything nice for me.

Which is almost constantly. Neteyam is thoughtful, caring, and constantly going the extra mile to make me comfortable. I thought I loved him before, but I know now that every day, I will love him a little bit more - even when it feels like I couldn't possibly love him more, he does something so small but so meaningful, like bringing me home a flower for my hair, and my love for him explodes.

Just a few short weeks after the humans have returned to earth, I wake up in a searing hot pain, all around my abdomen, and shooting through my lower back.

"Oh my god!" I scream in English. "Neteyam! Something's wrong! Or, it's happening, maybe!"

Neteyam leaps up next to me, squatting beside me, grabbing my arm to support me.

"Happening?" he asks, also in English. It's so hard to speak in a second language when I'm in so much pain, even if I would consider myself fluent.

"Get Tsahik. And your mom!" I holler, but there are already footsteps approaching.

"I am here!" Neytiri says, running through the door. I guess that's a benefit to having your in-laws just steps away. "Jake is bringing Ronal. What do you feel?"

"Pain," I reply, switching back to Na'vi. "Here, and here," I gesture all around my waist, and my back.

Neytiri tsks. "Bah, back labor. It will be painful. Ronal will bring medicine to help."

I lean onto Neteyam, wondering what the Na'vi equivalent of an epidural is.

--

It is not until two days later that I hold my son in my arms. Looking into his eyes here, the pain of the past hours is already fading away in my mind.

The screaming, the blood, the pushing and tearing; the throbbing pain I feel even now... it doesn't matter.

He is beautiful. Four fingers like Neteyam, eyebrows like me, and his hair seems to almost have a reddish shine to it, but it could just be the sunrise. His cheeks are round and when he opens his eyes, they're a beautiful amber color. He has been attached to my breast since the moment he came into the world, but now, he is sleeping peacefully. Ronal has sewn me up and left medicine behind for me to take, and Neteyam's family waits outside until they're given the go-ahead to come in. Only Neytiri has met her grandson; I demanded she be there for the entire birth, and she did not leave my side.

It was the first time in my life that I truly felt a mother's love.

"Take him, Neteyam," I say. "Hold your son."

There are tears in his eyes as he reaches out and takes the swaddled baby.

"Remove his blanket, put him right on your chest. It's good for them, to be skin to skin." I don't know how much of my limited earth knowledge of babies will apply here, but surely that's correct.

"He's so beautiful, and warm," Neteyam says, holding his naked son to his chest. I lay the blanket over him, and Neteyam strokes his tiny back. "I love him so much. I love you so much." He looks at me, the tears falling freely now for both of us.

"You saved my life, Neteyam. I never imagined I would have any of this. I am so grateful to you."

Neteyam leans over gently, and presses a soft kiss to my forehead. "Thank you for this gift, Y/N. You are my treasure."

[phoenixinthefiles]

To Know Your Heart Is a Brave Thing

💜📱…Flowerbyte drabble (but also not a drabble cus I lack self-control) @vhstown @noharaaa anybody let me know if you wanna be tagged for flowerbyte fics or any other fics

“I feel like you being passive aggressive right now, listening to this song while you talking to me.”

🎶If you don’t want me then don’t talk to me…

“Go ahead and free yourself,” Margo sang to Miles, picking up the lyrics.

Miles shook his head with a grin and Margo matched it before lowering the volume of the music playing through her speakers.

She’d been blasting music all day from various different genres, though she did agree that maybe “Free Yourself” by Fantasia was a bad selection for the moment.

Plus that song was old even in Miles’ world, it was pretty much ancient in hers.

She flicked one of her hands in the air, shuffling her playlist and turning the volume back up simultaneously.

The beginning of “Let Me Love You” by Mario started playing and Margo grinned.

It was still an old song but she knew Miles had a soft spot for it.

He smacked his lips and gave her a wry look.

“Don’t try to butter me up now Ms. Kess.”

“Boy, nobody’s buttering you up, I put my playlist on shuffle.”

A cocky grin spread over his face and Margo rolled her eyes, but her stomach still flipped.

“Even your algorithms like me.”

Though she rolled her eyes again, she knew there was truth in his statement.

In the four months they’d been dating, Margo has noticed the way the world around seems to have changed. Both the physical world and the virtual-verse.

She’d started exploring the physicality of the world around her thanks to her many visits to E-1610.

She walked through the same park where she and Miles hung out for the first time.

She had walked it before maybe once or twice, but after visiting Miles it was like the whole place lit up. She felt drawn to the spots she’d recognized from Miles’ world.

It was like there was something pulling her to sit under a certain tree or rest her hands against a certain fence.

And when she did, her heart would fill with an inexplicable sort of warmth that she knew only came from Miles.

She knew she probably looked crazy to the rare onlooker as she stood in the middle of a nearly deserted park, all alone and with a dumb smile on her face. But she still made it a top priority to visit it at least once a week.

It had become her happy place, and before Miles she didn’t even think it was possible for her to find solace in reality.

She’d never expressed these thoughts to him, she didn’t even know how, but she was sure he knew.

Margo wasn’t completely confident in how her connection with technology worked but Miles’ comment about her algorithms wasn’t too far off.

“I’m so tired, this song might just put me to sleep.”

Margo is pulled back into the present by Miles’ voice.

He’s lying down on his stomach with his phone propped up in front of him. His eyes are low and he blinks them rapidly in effort to stay awake.

Margo feels that warmth in her heart spark up at the lazy smile that’s spread across his face.

"Why are you still up if you're so tired?"

He yawns and his eyes drop a little lower as he rests his chin on the pillow in front of him.

"We haven't talked in a while, this is worth staying up for."

A wide grin splits Margo's face and she ducks from the camera to try and tamp it down.

When she reappears it's still just as big and bright, but Miles is looking at her with eyes that are a little less tired and a soft small of his own, so she knows they're sharing the same feeling.

A physical connection being reciprocated across highly advanced technology and between two teens in different worlds.

"You still need to go to sleep," she says.

He hums and looks away for a second.

"Are you uh...busy tomorrow?"

Her grin widens again but she doesn't hide this time.

"Nope. I'm completely free all day, which is very rare so I should really take the opportunity to do something special."

"Well then a very special person might come to see you."

"Very special, huh?"

"Yup."

They both laugh softly and Margo finds herself lost in his boyish grin and soft eyes.

She's pleased that he seems to be equally as fond of the cheesy grin that has yet to leave her face.

"Goodnight, Miles."

"Goodnight Miss Kess."

There's another shared laugh and then the holo-screen in front of her goes black. Her reflection shows a girl charmed-sparkling eyes, a wide smile, and straining cheeks.

These are the only times her reflection truly matches her real feelings.

This was inspired by "Young Love" by Cleo Sol

[new-tella-us]

I feel like answering this tonight.

Or at least one of each category.

But as two character. Mika (because she's sort of an oc?) and Damien (because he's my boy)

Wrath- Has their anger made them hurt someone before? Short answer, yes. Long one:

For Mika, that would be the time she absolutely BODIED Lisette. She's also pushed Suzu down before when they were in middle school. She's still embarrassed about that.

For Damien, Malix obviously plus that one pig faun that I'm convinced he was going to kill if his mom didn't pop up to kill him.

Pride- What are they the most proud of and are they desperate to get attention for it?

Mika holds a lot of pride in her family and while she actually tries to avoid the attention being the granddaughter of Harold gives her, she will fight you if you start talking shit. Yes, including about David.

Damien doesn't hold much pride of himself but he does use being the son of the Demon Lord to demand respect from those who try to disrespect him.

Gluttony- What can they not get enough of? What might keep them from getting more?

Mika is coffee. Girl is addicted. A total "Don't talk to me until I have my coffee" person. The things that might keep her from getting it are the boys. They are concerned with her coffee intake.

Damien is sleep. Demons don't sleep and he was not usually allowed to rest so being able to turn off his brain and his mind reading makes sleep a genuine pass time. Speaking of, as per usual, his mind reading is what prevents him from getting more. It's hard to sleep when you're hearing someone's thoughts.

Greed- What do they want most in the world? How far would they go to obtain it? How desperately do they cling to it?

Mika isn't a greedy person but he holds onto the words of others a lot. Arguably too much. She wants to believe that the people that call her friend and love actually care so she clings onto their compliments and words. Though that dark part of her brain makes he unwilling to fight to obtain those words as it tells her that they're all lying.

What Damien wants most in the world is Mika. (or Twila on other routes) He never needed to "obtain" Mika, they just mutually fell in love however, he desperately clings to her to an unhealthy degree. He's willing to travel miles and hurt anyone to keep her safe. It's his moral compass and a lack of confidence that separates him from his far darker timeline of locking her and his brothers in the mansions to keep them "safe". Though with everything he's been through, his moral compass doesn't always work right.

Sloth- How do they act when they're tired? Are they a morning person?

Mika acts kinda grumpy when tired, a little quicker to sass. Also she's sort of a morning person? In the sense that she often wakes up early and either can't go back to sleep or feels too guilty about "wasting the day away".

Damien just acts slower when tired. He might take a while to process your words or have longer pauses before speaking. Though he also doesn't get tired easily seeing how much he sleeps and just his species. No he is not a morning person at all.

Envy- What do they want that someone else has? Would they go to extremes to get it?

Mika wants the peace that it seems others just have. She doesn't understand why she's so naturally unhappy. She also wants the family that others seem born with. She loves her parents but they weren't always there when she needed them. She wouldn't go to extremes for either of these wants. They're more passive wishes.

Damien wants to be human like the people around him. He sees them in an ideal light and things his life would be better if he could just get that. And extremes.... Does considering sleeping with Diana for it count as an extreme? He also envies the connections humans possess and in his darkest routes he is willing to, again, lock his family in the mansion or turn his brothers into spiritual orbs to have and keep these connections.

Lust- How would they react to sexual tension? Are they a top or bottom?

Mika reacts by either blushing up a storm or flirting back. It really depends on if she has a comeback or not. If the tension is particularly high, she's often willing to give in to whatever the night may hold. (which is usually pound town) Also she is like 70% a bottom.

Damien doesn't seem to blush much (that's more if he's caught really off guard, which is hard to do), he's more the accidental causer of sexual tension. Though when he does experience the lower end of it, he might smile. On the higher end though, he would have a hard time resisting that urge to feed, it would show in the specks of gold that would flash in his eyes. Also he is 70% a top.

[softguarnere]

Hello! What would the boys do to help their S/O with insomnia?

Hello Anon! As someone who basically has Not Slept™️ for about a year now, this one really made me think. Thank you for the request, and I hope that you are able to get some rest 💕

Dick Winters: He is a busy man, but he is never too busy for you. He often wakes up in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep because his mind is going a mile a minute as he thinks about all the things that he needs to do. So when he begins realizing that you're also awake, he worries that it's because of him. When you assure him that it's not, he would jump into action, trying to find ways to fix the sleeping habits of you both. He does a lot of research and implements a very structured approach. He's determined to help you, and if it also helps him, then in his mind, that's just an added bonus.

Lewis Nixon: This man sleeps like a log. Gotta admire his ability to sleep pretty much anywhere, basically at will. He doesn't really understand how someone could not sleep, not be able to stay asleep, or not feel rested after waking up. BUT, he is nothing if not devoted to you, and he would do anything to understand and try to help you. He would make sure that the bedroom is a calm environment, and he would hold you and talk quietly to you about anything and everything until you fall asleep. Only when he's sure that you're resting would he allow himself to drift off.

Ron Speirs: He strikes me as kind of a night owl himself. He would be very understanding of your struggle. That being said, he knows the importance of a good night's sleep - and maybe seeing you struggle would motivate him to work on his own sleep patterns, because he wouldn't want to come across as a hypocrite. Sleepless nights with Ron would be so calming. Just sharing a space in the dark and whispering while the rest of the world slumbers is so peaceful. If you have to struggle with this, it's a comfort to know that you're not alone in it.

Carwood Lipton: The way that this man would go out of his way to help you! We're talking creating a whole nighttime routine - he's turning off screens and making the bed comfy and putting the fan on just the right setting. He would endeavor to make mornings easier too, just in case you didn't sleep well during the night. No matter what, feeling and seeing how much he cares is the last thing you notice before going to bed and the first thing you notice upon waking up.

Babe Heffron: Okay, listen. His sleep schedule isn't the greatest. Babe just sort of passes out whenever he's tired and wakes up whenever he feels refreshed and is good to go. He would definitely try to do better if he thought that it would help you, though. His friends would come to the rescue, giving him advice and encouragement. And he's willing to try anything and everything to help you. Trial and error is a process, and you're on the journey together.

Eugene Roe: Definitely uses his background in medicine to find the right approach. You don't have to stress yourself about finding or creating a schedule, because he's got it all under control. Your new favorite part of the night becomes the time when you sit together after dinner, drinking tea and resting your head on his shoulder while you watch the world grow dark from the window. Even if he can't fix it, spending time with him is a comfort in itself.

Bill Guarnere: He comes from a big family. He knows a thing or two about helping someone get to sleep and stay asleep from watching his mom work with him and his siblings. He has a habit of waking up several times in the night anyway, but now whenever it happens, he stays still and listens to make sure that you're still asleep. If he feels you starting to wake up, he rubs circles on your back until you drift off again. Only then will he try to go back to sleep himself.

Joe Toye: This man is like a weighted blanket - warm and strong. He knows that he likes someone's arms around him, so he figures that holding you and just trying to be a calming presence might do the trick. Always makes sure to check in with you in the mornings to see how you've rested, and is waiting with a glass of water and some warm breakfast to help you meet the day.

George Luz: He hates seeing you so tired and stressed out because of it! And he especially hates feeling helpless over the fact that he has no clue how to help. But he's up for the challenge; there's no way that he's letting you go through this alone. If you end up staying awake all night, he's right there by your side. If you want to go to bed early, he's already putting fresh blankets on the bed. You're in this together.

Don Malarkey: He has trouble falling asleep, but once he's out, he's out. So when he realizes that you're not falling asleep at the same time that he is, he tries to teach you his ways. When that doesn't work, he tries everything that he can think of to help you. As an early riser, he can at least make sure that he stays in bed and holds you, making sure that your last few hours of sleep are peaceful and soothing.

Shifty Powers: There are nights that he wakes up in the middle of. Not wanting to bother you, he usually stares at the roof and just thinks. When he realizes that you're going through the same thing, you both feel a little less alone. Laying on your backs, staring at the ceiling, you would hold hands and just talk quietly. Sometimes you both manage to drift off again, and sometimes you don't. On sleepless nights, you greet the day early, both sitting on the front porch wrapped in blankets to watch the sunrise, still hand in hand.

Joe Liebgott: Before you got together, he would just get in his car and drive on sleepless nights to calm himself down. Now, though, he would be willing to stay in the bed because he wants to make sure that you're rested. Definitely the type to wrap you up in his arms and whisper to you soothingly until you fall asleep. The last thing that you hear is always his voice telling you that everything is okay and that he'll be right there beside you come morning.

David Webster: Another night owl. He doesn't mind staying up late to write, or getting up early to write, or writing whenever he wakes up and can't go back to sleep. His own sleep is so all over the place that he has no clue how to begin helping you. But he'll do his best. He would create a calming night routine where you go to bed together, and he holds you and reads to you until you fall asleep. Now whenever he wakes up, he just watches how peacefully you're sleeping and stays by your side until morning.

Skinny Sisk: Never loses hope for a second. He would encourage you to pursue methods that might help you sleep better, and he would step in if you asked for his help. Even if he's not sure what to do - or even if there's anything he can do - he would offer his support and let you talk it out. Sometimes the most he can offer is a forehead kiss goodnight and again as a good morning, but you know that he's got your wellbeing on his mind.

Skip Muck: This man would be so on top of things! He is out to reduce your stress level in any way that he can. He's making dinner and insisting on a walk around the neighborhood before coming back in for a cup of warm tea and then whisking you off to bed. He likes to talk as the two of you fall asleep, but only about light-hearted subjects. If you wake up and can't go back to sleep, he'll make up little stories to tell you until you drift off again.

Bull Randleman: He would be so understanding. He really wants you to get the good night's sleep you deserve. He would be willing to try anything and everything to help you. His favorite nights are the ones where you fall asleep on his shoulder while sitting on the couch, and then he carries you to bed. It brings a smile to his face to see how at peace you look when you're getting the rest that you need.

Floyd Talbert: Probably cracks a joke or two about how he "knows something that would probably help you sleep better ;)" But in all seriousness, the gravity of the situation would hit him and he would try his best to help you get some rest. He's actually a great listener, so if you just want to talk about how frustrating this all is, or talk until you fall asleep, he's totally up for it. He would go out of his way to wake up before you, make breakfast, and do the morning chores so that you could rest more and not have to stress upon waking up.

Thank you for the request anon! I hope you like these, and I hope that you get to rest better soon 💕🕊️

[ladytauria]

**KNOCKS THE DOOR DOWN**

27!!!! For the WIP game thingy

hehehe

(jaytim) empty promises p. 2

a sequel to this prompt! (inspired by you, lmao; the sad animal pics won me over xD)

which, to summarize, tim & jason have a big fight… and before it’s resolved, jason gets called to do a job with roy. it’s going to be a sort of 3+1 fic, focusing on 3 phone calls they share before jason comes home. the first two calls are written and now i’m stumped lmao

there’s… a lot i’d like to share; i’m pretty proud of what i’ve got but, um… have a snippet from phone call #2

Tim tries to ignore the way his heart softens. “How’s progress?” he asks instead. The words are sour in his mouth. Work is… easier. He wishes it wasn’t. But he doesn’t know how to talk to Jason with this thing between them—and he doesn’t want to talk about it like this. Over the phone, with hundreds of miles separating them.

Jason hums. “In a minute,” he says. “Have you eaten yet today?”

“Not recently,” Tim says. He had a granola bar like, an hour ago. And he’s been munching on trail mix while he plays. So, not entirely the truth, but he wants to know where Jason is going with this.

“I was thinking, ah. Maybe we could eat together?” Jason offers, hesitantly. “I was just about to dive into some leftovers, and I thought… maybe…” He trails off, and then laughs, self-deprecatingly. “S’kinda stupid, I guess.”

“No,” Tim says, immediately. “No, it’s— That sounds nice, actually. Do… Did you want to switch to video?” He has some leftover takeout he didn’t finish last night. He’d ordered their usual on automatic, and, well. He could eat a lot, but not quite that much.

“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.”

Tim warms up his food before settling at the dinner table. Through the tinny phone speaker, he can hear Jason doing the same, and it warms him, despite himself. When Jason is ready, they hang up. Tim props his phone up, accepting the video call request from Jason.

The screen is heavily pixelated at first, but soon, the graininess clears away to show Jason. Tim can’t make out any details about the room he’s in; not on such a tiny screen. But he can see the man himself—looking tired, a little worn, but… He’s smiling, too. There’s a nervous edge to it, but. It’s sincere.

He finds himself smiling back, wondering if he looks as tired and lonely as he feels. “Hey,” he says, more softly than he means.

“Hey,” Jason repeats, his tone the same.

For a minute they just sit there and look at each other.

Then Jason swallows, and says, “You—uh. You asked about the job?”

He almost takes it back—asks Jason how he’s been sleeping, instead; if he reaches for Tim in his sleep the same way Tim has been reaching for Jason. He almost tells him to forget the job, forget the argument. Just come home.

Almost.

“Yeah,” he says. “I did.”

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