#so like. I have an issue where I hiccup so much every day

[rowanhoney]

I still maintain this week is a good week but I am struggling through it nonetheless

[colourstreakgryffin]

Sorry if this is spoiler-ish!! ;-; But can I request a scenario where the reader, who’s married to Alastor, is having a nightmare where she loses Alastor? This can be after the battle where she almost witnessed Alastor get killed and it haunts her still. Of course with some comfort from the Radio Demon himself at the end :’3

Not spoilerish! I’ve watched the Adam V Alastor fight in full detail and I ABSOLUTELY LOVVEEE this idea! You’re a legit genius, my dear! Thank you so much! Have a wonderful day! First we had big bro Al, then Dad Al, then BF Al, then best friend Al and now, we have best one: husband Al!

Alastor- Staying Here

It’s been happening nonstop for days… days. Weeks. You can’t sleep like this. Every night, the same nightmare but formatted differently like being tortured over and over again but with a different method. It’s almost like that awful angel has re-manifested and is getting back revenge on Alastor by submitting you to night terrors that have been destroying your sleep schedule

Waking up with a nasty shrill of fear and a cold layer of sweat, your body flung upwards with your eyes shooting open after such a terrible dream, tears welling up in them… your beloved husband, Alastor, slept right next to you with his tall deer-like ears twitching. Knowing that he’s still here and not erased by the head exterminator, Adam is such a relief. Especially since that same Angel, Adam himself, is the reason you’ve been having daily nightmares about a violent and gorey erasure scenario of Alastor with Adam. Adam laughing manically, killing off your husband in the most bloody and ruthless way, wounds all over his body, the radio effects dying out…

It’s awful. You can barely sleep and it’s making you deprived of just a single good night

Sobbing under your breath, right next to your seven year husband. Alastor’s ears twitch once more but this time, as a sign to wake up as well for his peacefully unconscious brain. Yawning and stretching out with a long drawn-out radio glitch in literally no time, his broad body sitting up with you leant over and sobbing into your hands. His crimson eyes looked over to you after a bit longer of waking himself up and just like that, he went from wondering what happened to immediately concerned

“Darling… what’s wrong?”

Alastor asks soft and sweet, his radio voice overtone has completely disappeared so his own organic voice is the only thing remaining. He didn’t even get a chance to speak again since you immediately clung onto him and buried your face into his chest, sobbing and crying for him to never leave you. Alastor doesn’t know what’s wrong but he won’t just let his beloved wife suffer

You legit have to sob and hiccup through your words, telling him about every detail of your repetitive nightmares and Alastor’s body tenses up in pure disgust and malice, mainly towards the idea of being erased by Adam, the now long dead head exterminator. He wouldn’t let him put his hands on himself or you, he loves you way too much. Alastor rubs his hands through your hair, letting you cry into his chest until you finally get over it

You need to cry out your fear and feelings until you can be rational and logical to think. Get the emotions out first

Alastor silently waits for you to come back to him, gently pressing your body together with his, one hand on your back to trace through soft shapes and the other stroking gentle brushes through your hair until you can finally just melt in his embrace, calm down and feel safer with your still very alive husband. Yeah, he was quite close to being erased but he escaped and he has recovered from his injury

“My dear, my love. How long has this been going on?” The guilt to lying and not telling Alastor sooner is already eating your heart apart. You just felt too shy to even drop him a hint about your midnight distress since you always assumed he is already too busy with the Hazbin Hotel to be able to prioritise your minor problems. Your nightmare issue isn’t actually a minor problem at all, that’s what you think but Alastor can see, clear as crystal, that this constant nightmare over him thing is breaking your psyche

“S-since it happened…” Alastor’s eyes widen in shock. You’ve been dealing with nightmares on the daily for two weeks?! How did he not even notice?! God, he is so pissed off at himself and just keeps rocking you, gently laying you down and cuddling you, continuing to massaging rubs of your big menacing hands. The wedding band over his left ring finger rubs on the silky thin fabric of your pyjamas and he can feel the wedding band on your own left ring finger clinging onto him like your hands clinging on his waist

Alastor continues to speak, not remaining silent since it may end up making you believe you’re mad at him for staying silent. He isn’t as mad as his body may seem, he is just worried sick for your health and your mental health over these constant nightmares that are driving a wedge inbetween your sleep schedule. His lips drop down and kisses your forehead, keeping up the sweet, caring and loving tone

His husband tone

“Darling, dearest. I am not mad at you, just embrace me and recover. I’ll make those night terrors go away” Alastor continues to comfort you, soft, quiet and sweet. His soft peppery kisses all over your silky-skinned face, your rosy cheeks. Anything to make those streaming tears halt and your now red puffy demonic eyes. He loves you and he has been neglecting this very serious issue. It’s now his job, as your loyal longtime husband, to take care of you

How grateful you are that Alastor is always right next to you and the nightmares you deal with will never be reality. He’s safe, you’re safe and he is going to be holding your hand through your recovery process

“Would you like to go out and get some fresh air with me?”

[saturnniidae]

you say you have disabled hiccup headcanons? :3 *ears get really reall big. how are they doing that. why*

id love to hear them :D

Yes! Okay you've opened the floodgates my friend, I've been waiting to talk about this for so long.

He's autistic and has adhd! Obviously.

stims by tapping his fingers against things, waving his hands around, quickly taking apart and putting back together trinkets he's made, mimicking dragon noises (tho over time he's realized their vague meaning and stopped doing it randomly bc it was confusing them), running his hands over toothless' head to feel the texture of his scales and (when he was younger) petting his fur vest

His 'obsession' with things (trying to one up viggo, and when he was working on his sword) is literally just him Hyperfocusing on things

Easily loses track of time when he's locked in (Hyperfocused) working on inventions

Has that random 'I need to info dump NOW' thing and wakes Astrid up in the middle of the night like to randomly talk about abnormal behavioral patterns in a new terror flock on berk and Astrids just like 'babe I love you but it's three am'

Dyspraxic. When he was a kid he spent so much time practicing coordination for things like learning to write then later working in the smithy, and almost gave up more than once before continuing out of spite.

immunocompromised. Like seriously Hiccup has a weak ass immune system and would get sick every winter as a little kid, to the point of it being fatal. The villagers would always talk in hushed tones (bc of stoick caught them they'd get yelled at) and wonder if that years gonna be the one where he doesn't make it but he always ended up pulling through (also out of spite)

After meeting Toothless he developed tinnitus. Didn't think much of the ringing in his ears at first bc. Yknow, dragon roared at full volume directly into his ear. Then it didn't go away and he was like 'huh maybe this is an issue' then it just got worse as he continued to be in close proximity to loud noises like, even more roaring, and explosions etc.

Despite this he's got that weird "I enjoy loud noises like dragons roaring and the sound the wind makes when you're flying at like 40 mph, but if I hear the noise of lots of overlapping voices all having different conversations in a large room I need to die."

Chronic pain. The obvious, phantom pains in his leg of course, but fun fact! The human body really doesn't like it when you've broken bones repeatedly especially in the same area, and with how much this kid gets thrown around in rtte it's safe to say he's broken, fractured, and dislocated a lot of things.

When he comes home/gets back to the edge after a long day of traumatic or ridiculous events, first thing he does is take Toothless' saddle and prosthetic tail fin off, then he tries to crash in his bed, but either Toothless doesn't let him sleep until he's taken his prosthesis off (I hate that he sleeps with it on in canon looking at it makes my body hurt imaging how uncomfortable that'd be), or Astrid comes in to make sure he does (and also to make sure he eats bc he forgets to wayyy too often).

Asthma. No explanation. I just know he has it

I hope not all of these came off as super angsty, they aren't meant to completely. Like sure it sucks but he's allowed to not be miserable constantly (disabled people are allowed to not be miserable constantly, it doesn't make our pain any less valid. We're allowed to be happy).

I just love when characters are permanently, physically, changed by their story. Tbh if it weren't for rampant ableism, I think a lot of characters in action/adventure stories would be disabled, but people aren't ready for that discussion yet. Ty for the ask I had so much fun answering and writing these!!!

[hotpinkstars]

-> cryo characters when they find you crying

synopsis -> most of the cryo characters when they find you crying. self explanatory once again.

characters -> shenhe, wriothesley, eula, ganyu, rosaria, kaeya, charlotte, freminet, layla

warnings -> sad reader, implied female reader on kaeya and eulas (eulas can be looked at as a guy with long hair tho) some imply why reader was crying, some you make up your own scenario, mostly just comfort and worried characters

w/c -> 2.9k

-> shenhe

shenhe understood that sometimes you’ll have your moments, and you’ll need to cry, vent, or just be in her presence, but normally you’d let her know. thats why it was so alarming when she walked into the walls of your safe abode to hear sobs echo through the rooms.

she walked into your shared bedroom to see you curled up on your respective side, body visibly shaking with every cry you let out. she silently sat on her side of the bed and reluctantly puts her hand to the small of your back, letting you know of her presence. you roll over pretty fast, landing your head on her thigh.

“shenhe..” you sniffled, crying into her leg. she jumped a little due to the sudden contact, ending with now your arms around her waist. she was stiff for a while before leaning back against the birch headboard, letting you continue to cry. she silently let you know that it’s okay to shed your tears, and that you can take as much time as you need. 

once you settled down, she immediately asked you what happened. you explained why you were so frantic, and if it had someone involved, she was certainly about to go create a bloodbath. if it was just some little thing, maybe an issue you struggle with or just a bad day, she’ll try to talk through it with you (and i emphasize try) and try to get on the same page as you. 

-> wriothesley

the one thing he did not expect to find when he walked back into the comfort of your cozy house was you on the living room floor, bawling your eyes out.

it was incredibly alarming. he couldn’t even imagine what could have someone this worked up. he didn’t even bother taking his boots off (which he knows he’ll get scolded for later on) and sped over to where you were, falling to the floor next to you. 

“sweetheart, what happened??” he brings you into an embrace, in which you wrap your arms tightly around his large frame. he could feel you shake your head, silently understanding that you’d rather not explain yourself right now.

he picks you up and sets you on the couch, and then gets back on the floor. his knees pop, and a few seconds later you feel his head rest on your abdomen. you bring your hands up to your face and continue to cry for a few minutes longer before settling down, reducing your cries to hiccups. you look down at your husband, who looked up at you, giving you a small smile. 

“are you alright?” he asks. he knows its a dumb question- obviously you're not. but he wants to see if you’ll say that. 

you hesitate for a second before shaking your head. you could see hurt flash through his eyes, and then you motion with your hands for him to come closer to you so you could hug him. all you wanted right now was his strong embrace. 

“you probably want to know why i was on the floor, out of all places, no?” you whisper, brushing his hair back with your fingers. 

“i’d like to know why you were crying as hard as you were. it sounded like you were dying,” he sighed, resting his head on your collarbone. “and yes, also why you were on the floor.” 

as you explained what happened and why you were crying so hard, he sighed once more before bringing you back down to the floor with him, rocking you side to side and hugging you tight as if you would turn to dust if he let go. you knew you were safe with him by your side, and you know that he feel sympathy towards your situation. next time, he’d just rather you come to him right away during these outbursts. (and yes, you did scold him for the shoes on the carpet. you also made him clean up the small mess he made). 

-> eula

you knew eula already had a lot on her plate, hence why you didn’t bother her with such a little matter, this one being tears. 

you thought she’d judge you, and that she’d tell you to get up on your feet and that its nothing but a nuisance (considering those are the words she says to herself whenever she sheds a tear or two. it breaks your heart every time, considering she thinks so lowly of herself in her weakest moments). 

but when she came into your office to ask you of ambers whereabouts, her face immediately softened as she walked over to your side of the desk, and she gently rested a palm on your back. your head was down, only showing her your scalp and your long, flowy hair. her gesture made your head shoot up, looking around the room and then back at who was currently rubbing your back. thats when you saw eula.

she wore a small, sympathetic grin as she proceeded to massage your neck. you look away, ashamed.

“whats wrong, dear?” she asked with some urgency in her voice, but for the most part it was soft and harmless. “you can talk to me.”

you told her the issue, and she held your hand the whole time. you could see her face make different expressions every once and a while, usually when your explanation took a turn. but she listened, and she was there. she then bent down to give you a small hug, coming around to the other side of your desk and sitting in one of the chairs. she grabbed one of your hands, kissing it softly. 

“i’m sorry i didn’t just try to come find you, i..” you trailed off, and she nodded, telling you to keep going. “i just thought… for a second… that you’d tell me to tough it out, like you tell yourself all the time.” 

she gave you a shocked expression, immediately composing herself and clearing her throat. 

“y/n, i’d never tell you such a thing. thats only what i say to myself because…” she didn’t necessarily have an answer, but she ignored that. “anyways. i’d never put you down for having human emotions. honestly, i’d be incredibly surprised if you didn’t have to cry every so often.”

“but know, i’ll always be here to dry your tears, y/n.”

-> ganyu 

you never knew ganyu was such a light sleeper, being as tired as she can be sometimes.

it was midnight, and you two were sleeping in your shared bed. she had her leg covering your knees, and one arm draped over your midsection, making it easier to free yourself of her grasp. 

everything felt suffocating. the darkness only made it worse, leading you to stumble into the bathroom and turn on all the lights. you loved ganyu, but you couldn’t lay there with her anymore tonight. you didn’t know why.

but you didn’t think your girlfriend would wake up to your side of the bed slowly getting colder and colder. 

as she got out of bed, she walked into the hallway, finding the bathroom light on and light sobs coming from inside. she knocks before walking in, a gasp leaving your mouth as you lock eyes with the qilin for a split second. you look down in embarrassment.

“are you okay? what happened?” she said, her voice slightly raspy, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes. you could tell she was barely able to comprehend what was happening.

when you explain why you were crying, she sighs, opening her arms wide and leaning against the sink cabinets. you crawl into her lap, hugging her back. she makes sure you’re aware that she cares, and as sleepy as she is, she only wants to comfort you, and that she will make sure that nothing hurts you anymore tonight. she already feels bad enough that you had to come into the bathroom to cry, instead of simply just doing it in bed. because she wouldn’t mind it. she’d do the same things she's doing now. 

and she makes sure she clarifies that as soon as you two sit down for breakfast in the morning. 

-> rosaria

it was around nine at night, and you knew rosaria wouldn’t be home until two in the morning. which is why you chose now out of all times to have a breakdown. 

but you didn’t catch that over breakfast earlier that day, she told you she’d be home earlier so she could get a better nights rest and be able to spend a bit more time with you. so, just as you started to really cry, she walked in the door.

as soon as you heard the key hit the knob, you tried to frantically wipe your face and calm your breathing. but you know that wouldn’t be possible, because she was already through the door and looking at you like you were crazy. 

but that look faded when she realized you were seriously crying, bent over the countertop of your kitchen with your head in your hands. she didn’t know whether or not to approach you, so she sat at the barstools on the other side of the counter. you look up, laughing a little.

“i’m sorry, rosa,” you sniffled before motioning for her to hand you the tissues. she tosses them to you and then looks at you once more. 

“sorry for what?” 

“for greeting you this way. i forgot that you were coming home early today,” you look up, trying to avoid her gaze. 

“you don’t have to apologize. at least we’re together, and you’re not crying alone,” she grabs your arm and rubs it up and down. “i wouldn’t want you to be alone when you’re suffering. you know i’ll always make time for you, right?”

you nod.

“now, tell me, what happened? why were you crying?” her motions stopped, and she put her hands nicely across her lap. 

when you told her, she sighed, looking down the hallway to her left. she was debating on murdering someone, that someone being the person who hurt you, but she decided against it. she came to the other side of the counter and attempted to give you a comforting back hug. you knew she disliked physical affection, but this was a moment where it was all she could give, so give it she did. she was genuinely a great lover, despite her past and her personality.

-> kaeya

you were out at the market while your husband was at the tavern. it was a bit later at night, but you needed to cook dinner and you didn’t have the right ingredients for your dish of choice.

you overheard the cashier and the person they were checking out talking about kaeya. the customer was asking if he was in a relationship, and the cashier said no. you assumed that they simply didn’t know, but the tears came when the customer started to go on about how much they were hoping that would be the answer, and nobody is exceptionally good enough for him around here.

you set your basket down on an open shelf and rush out of the grocery store. as you were walking home, you were trying very hard to hold the tears in, but they came spilling out. 

halfway home, just as your eyes were watering over, you spot kaeya walking the same route. he was a bit ahead of you, so you decided to stay as silent as possible and keep your distance so he didn’t have to see you cry, and wouldn’t have to worry too hard about you. 

unfortunately for you, he knows the sounds of your footsteps, and turns around to find you walking at a slow pace with mascara running down your cheeks. 

“hey hey hey, whats the matter?” he looks concerned, pacing towards you. you didn’t bother turning away.

“lets just head home,” you said, sniffling and hiccuping between your speech. “i don’t want to attract any more attention to myself than i already have.”

he nodded, understanding before rushing the both of you home. 

when you both got into your home, he immediately drew you into a hug, allowing you to sob into his shoulder. he rubbed your arms and back as you proceeded to calm down.

you explained what happened and what was said, and you swore you saw hurt and anger flash through his eyes. he sighs, making sure you knew how much you meant to him, and how much your worth mattered. 

at the end of the day, he was your husband, and nobody (not even those stupid jealous ass fans) can take him from you.

-> charlotte

your usually bubbly girlfriend was not so bubbly and happy when she stepped in your shared home to hear light sobs coming from the bedroom.

she opened the door to see you curled up in a ball, crying into her pillow. 

“whats going on? are you okay, y/n?” she rushes up to you, internally panicking and trying to calm herself down as she was calming you down. it took everything she had to not cry with you- she hates seeing her loved ones in pain. she spooned you for a while as you calmed down, stroking her fingers through your hair in the meantime. she didn’t want to scare you away or be too intrusive, so she let you speak about your issue if you wanted, and if you didn’t, then she wouldn’t push it.

but if you were to, she’d listen very well. she’d sit there, criss cross, and be very attentive. if you needed something, she’d go fetch it. if you simply wanted her to hug you, she would! but if you wanted her to try to talk to the person, she would, (and maybe, just maybe, with your permission, put this as an issue worthy of the steambird) and at this point she’d do anything for you. 

and in the end, she’d make your favorite food and… selfie time!!!! mirror selfies, the sticking-your-tongue-out-and-making-a-peace-sign, or those cheesy couples photos of a full makeout session. but as long as it makes you laugh, she’s completely on-board!

-> freminet

you were simply just cuddling with your boyfriend when you started to cry, simply breaking down in his arms. he was a little clueless at first, bringing your chin up to him to look at your face. you looked like you had a lot of pain behind your laughter, laughing about how you don’t know why you just started crying, and that it was dumb of you to even do that in the first place. that you didn’t mean to burden him or do anything of that sort.

he’s quick to silence you, making sure you know that you can cry in front of him. he doesn’t want you to reserve your emotions, and certainly doesn’t want you to suffer in silence. 

but the issue is that he’s bad at verbalizing those feelings. he doesn’t want you to feel alone, but he doesn’t know how to form that statement into words. no matter how many times he’ll rehearse it in his head, no matter how many times he’ll get lynettes (and sometimes lyneys, depending on how bad the situation is) help on how to communicate with you, and make sure you know that you have his support constantly.

“whats wrong, if it’s not too much to ask?” he says slowly, picking his words carefully. he’s never really had to experience a breakdown from you, but there's always a first for everything.

you tell him, and he feels sympathy. he wishes he could make everything in that moment go away, if thats what’ll make you feel content for even just a few moments. he wishes he could take on your burdens too, and you know he feels that way. but you won't let him, because he has too much going on himself. so, all he can do for now is sit in silence and hold you. it’ll do for now, he thinks.

-> layla

layla was fast asleep on your lap when all of the sudden, tears just started running down your cheeks. you didn’t know why, they just started. you remembered something you didn’t want to think about, something rather harsh. layla woke up when she felt those exact tears plop onto her face, only to be met with the sight of your swollen eyes.

“whats wrong??” she says in a worried, dreary tone. you could tell she was beyond exhausted, slowly bringing a hand to your cheek while yawning. “you don’t have to say… just wondering…”

if you say, she’ll listen as best as she can. you and her both know that she’s tired a lot, so her ability to focus on one thing without drifting into peace for a few hours is near nonexistent. but to you, she changes that, and makes sure to be as alert as she possibly could be. she’ll try to help you get through it with the best of her ability, understanding that the things going on in your mind right now are not good and you just need your lover to be there for you, especially at such a vulnerable time.

so, be there she is. she’ll cuddle you if you want her to. you know she might fall asleep, but at least she’s trying to make an effort to help you feel better.

[starsomens]

OK so I know I’m always talking about absolute filth here with Noah but let’s talk about after the filth is done with.

Noah definitely has your aftercare routine down to every single detail. He is definitely the person to make you go and pee right after you’re done especially if he finishes inside. if you guys aren’t out yet definitely has a pill handy. Aside from the whole medical parts of this, he runs a warm shower for you both. Part of his aftercare I feel is just washing and caring for your body afterwards. Since I do detail that he has to be a little rough at times he also wants to show Your body and your mind that he appreciates and love every inch of you.

Even though he would use a sponge to wash you, he prefers to use his hands and some body soap so that he’s able to massage your skin and really feel you in a loving and intimate way. He definitely holds you under the water and he just tucked your head under his chin, giving you kisses your forehead every now and then just whispering the sweetest things to you.

“I love you very much princess…”

“I know,”

“Look at me” and he cups your face. He doesn’t think where he kind of cranks his neck down to be closer to you to make sure that you understand that he truly means it on such a deeper level than just the words. “I love you….so fucking much….”

No, what I think Noah does is he gets out first he goes to the dryer, warms up your towel comes back and hold the towel open for you to just step into a nice fuzzy warm towel after a shower. he definitely helps you to get some clothes to get into and while you’re getting dressed he goes and he grab some snacks for you both once he’s back grabs some of your favorite lotion or your body oil and you guys just talk over things while he lotions up his body and your body. Meanwhile you’re feeding him some snacks and giving him kisses every now and then. And yes, you purposely kiss him with chip crumbs on your lips, in which you say

“ it adds more flavor to the kiss”

This is definitely the time he likes to bring up any kind of problems or issues or discussions. You guys have had that have to do with relationship. Seeing as you guys are now in a more calm, relaxed, and intimate space and atmosphere he brings up issues so that you guys can talk through it without getting into any kind of arguments. Of course, just like any other couple you guys have your hiccups and having disagreements will happen, even when discussing those disagreements.

“ Y/N, I know how you feel on this topic and about scheduling and time but there are a lot of things that I can’t really change and there are some things I can alter"

"I know, I know…. I just….. sometimes I feel kind of ignored. And I know you're not, but I think I might be overthinking it or I might exaggerate a little."

"No baby, you're not. if it's how you feel, then you're not exaggerating, but if you do feel like I'm ignoring you then I'll try to open up a day or two so we can spend more time together. Does that sound better?"

"mhm…. Thank you for understanding."

"thank you for telling me"

And of course, Noah isn't all innocent. He can be guilty of withholding a lot of his emotions and his opinion on things but he is working with you on it and the more and more you guys have time like this together the more he is especially with you on his emotions. And of course, afterwards after you’re all lotion up, and your bellies are full of snacks, he turns on some random show or movie where you guys can just cuddle and fall asleep together.

And yes, you do end up falling asleep beforehand because he relaxed you so much and he tells you things that he’s not ready to say to you while you’re awake. These are his most deep and sincere thoughts and perhaps he has already told you in your sleep when he was going to propose. Where he would do it, when and how, but you don’t need to know that right now 

[antisocialties]

Late Night Calls.

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: in which you call matt late at night when things aren’t going so well.

Warnings: mentions of mental health issues, angst, and etc.

To say today had sucked would’ve been an understatement to say the least.

Today was just one of those days where the second you woke up you felt like shit and wished you simply wouldn’t have waken up in the first place.

You looked up at the plain white ceiling with a blank and stoic look on your face. It was almost pitch black in your room, the tv wasn’t even turned on.

You couldn’t help but hate being alone right now with every aching bone in your body, thoughts racing through your head at a mile a minute. At this point you were quite convinced your head would never quiet down enough to sleep before the sun came up.

You rolled over from your back, reaching for the sheets beside you which your phone laid upon.

3:46 am. You let out an exhausted groan after seeing the time on your lockscreen. There was only one thing you could think to do right now that would actually get you to calm down and sleep.

You instantly clicked on your messages, clicking on Matt’s contact info and clicking the call button before sitting up with the sheets still covering your cold legs.

It rang a quite few times before being answered, you felt bad; assuming you’d waken him up from his slumber since you’d previously facetimed him a few hours ago before he’d said he was going to lay down after filming a car video with his brothers.

“Everything okay, babe?” He asked with a groggy and concerned voice.

“Not really, I still just can’t shake the low feeling i’ve had all day. I don’t even know why i’ve been feeling this shitty all day, I just know it won’t go away and I can’t sleep.” You confessed while holding back tears.

“You wanna talk about it some more?”

“Yes please. I’m really sorry for waking you up, I love you baby.” You quickly let out before interrupting your words with a sob.

You felt an immense amount of guilt for putting something this heavy on him, especially just after you’d woken him up so late.

“Y/n stop, you’re okay honey. I love you, the last thing I want is for you to be apologizing for coming to me when you need me most. We’ve already been over this countless times, you never need to apologize to me for things like this.” He spoke in a soothing but troubled tone.

Anytime you apologized for confiding in him with your issues, he couldn’t help but feel his heart break more and more each time. He never wanted you to feel like a burden to him, he’d never forgive himself if he couldn’t be there for you in your times of need.

“I love you.” you hiccuped, struggling to even get the words out as the pace of your sobs only got quicker and more violent.

You tried to force more words out to describe the heavy and dreadful feeling in your chest, but you couldn’t even form the proper words and were only met with heavy aching sobs.

“Alright i’m coming over, you don’t need to leave the door unlocked i’ll just bring my key.” He stated, no longer being able to hear your cries and not be able to do anything about them.

“Do you want me to bring anything?” He asked sincerely.

“I’m not gonna ask you for anything, I already feel awful enough waking you up and making you feel like you need to come over.” You sniffled.

“So yes. I’m getting food and ice cream. You can either eat it or save it for later, i’m getting it regardless.”

You sniffled and smiled to yourself, knowing how lucky you were to have a boyfriend like him.

“Alright babe, i’m leaving now so i’m gonna hang up.” he told you as you heard his keys jingling, before the sound of the call ending.

Your apartment was pretty close to their house so it only took him about 20 minutes to get to you, normally it would be less time but he stopped by McDonalds grabbing food and mcflurries for you both.

Your sobs had slowed and calmed down to where they had pretty much came to a complete halt, tears still occasionally dripping down your face.

You got up slowly and turned your led lights and tv on, also deciding to light a candle since you were trying to set a calm vibe for yourself and for him to walk into.

A few minutes later you heard the sound of a key entering the lock of the front door and the knob turning as he opened the door and walked inside quietly closing it behind him.

His calm footsteps approached your room from the living room of your apartment, his face peeking into your already open bedroom door with a soft comforting smile as he met your puffy eyes.

“Hi baby.” He greeted you while kicking his shoes off beside your door and walking toward your spot on your bed with a drink carrier and a large bag of food.

“Hi.” you croaked scooting over so he could sit down next to you.

He placed the drink carrier with the drinks and mcflurries on your bedside table closest to him, setting the bag on the floor beside the bed and scooting over to you to give you a peck on the cheek.

You didn’t even exchange anymore words before he wrapped his arms around you and coaxed you to lay your head in the crook of his neck as you two pressed your backs against the wall behind your bed.

You deeply inhaled, stifling back a sob as you took in his scent and the warmth of his body against your own.

“Thank you for coming all the way over here, I love you and I appreciate you so much. You’re the love of my life.” you babbled, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Always, I love you more than you’ll ever know and i’m so glad I could be here with you tonight.” He told you in a soft voice before pressing a long kiss to the top of your head.

He grabbed your remote and clicked on the Disney icon on your tv, putting on Gravity Falls for you guys to binge all over again for the millionth time. This was a show you guys both really enjoyed, and found yourself watching late at night relatively often.

He grabbed the mcflurries out of the carrier on the small table beside him and offered you yours, assuming it would soothe your most likely burning throat from your aggressive crying.

You took it, softly thanking him before you put a small bite of the ice cream into your mouth.

You guys finished your ice cream and ate all of your food in silence, him getting up to throw all of your garbage away in your kitchen and quickly returning.

He climbed back into the bed with you, laying down so you could get close to him again.

You laid your head on his chest, feeling his soft cotton t shirt on the side of your face while his chest rose up and down at a calm and slow pace.

You breathed in his scent while hearing the steady beat of his heart as he watched the tv on your wall in front of the bed. You looked up at his face, noticing the slight look of concentration on his features.

Eventually he noticed you looking up at him and returned your gaze, his eyes meeting yours for a few seconds before he leaned down to press a kiss against your lips.

There was nothing better than being in his arms and exchanging affection with him when you were feeling so miserable. There was nothing better regardless of your mood in all honesty.

Your heart swelled remembering all of the times you guys had been in this position before, cherishing every single memory like this one your brain had filed away.

“You feeling tired yet?” he questioned.

“Yeah, I feel a lot better now too.” you nodded.

You snuggled into his chest while adjusting yourself again to get as comfortable as possible to sleep.

He noticed as you began to dose off, the show still playing at a decent volume in the background. He only knew you’d started to fall asleep because your breathing got deeper.

“I love you.” he voiced quietly as he rubbed your back, being cautious as not to wake you if you’d completely passed out.

“I love you too.” you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt.

He only smiled as he closed his eyes and continued to softly rub the small of your back.

He cherished you just as much as you did him, maybe even more.

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[skellseerwriting]

You’re Perfect

Boyfriend!Morgie x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3,465

Content and Warnings: Hurt/Comfort + fluff, Platonic heartbreak, getting ghosted irl by a friend, crying, self deprecating thoughts, slight panic/anxiety attack at the beginning, taking a bubble bath (by yourself), Morgie washes your hair (while you’re in the bath), implied literal sleeping together at the end, nothing suggestive, kissing, cuddling, very cozy, Morgie comforts you and soothes you the whole time, he’s nothing but loving, we all need a boyfriend like Morgie, reader is slightly ND coded

Summary: After dealing with the stress all day of one of your friends ending your friendship, you go to your boyfriend Morgie for comfort.

You knocked on Morgie’s door.

Doing your best not to pace the hallway, your hands clenched into fists. Nails indenting in your palms, you took shallow breaths. Your brain was in panic mode.

Every one of your senses was on alert. The air smelt stale while the AC unit hummed in the background. The skin of your cheeks felt taut at the tears that had recently dried there. You pulled at the neckline of your top that constricted your throat and its airflow.

Where was Morgie?

Your panicking continued to grow along with the pace of your breathing.

Just before you felt as if some part of you might burst like a submarine in deep waters, the door clicked open. You nearly pushed past it to rush into your boyfriend’s arms, but you froze.

You didn’t know what to say to him. You didn’t know what to do. You were at an utter loss.

Morgie’s sweet face appeared in front of you, and your heart all but soared

“Is everything okay? Did something happen?” He asked softly; taking in your face and the lines of worry that were no doubt etched into it. Digging your teeth unforgivingly into your lip, you -almost unnoticeably- shook your head back and forth.

Opening the door completely, he looked so loving as he spread his arms wide like a bird.

That was all it took for you to run into his embrace, and the dam broke just like that.

Wrapping his arms around you, Morgie just listened as you spilled everything to him; the waterworks in full force.

You told him the heartbreak you were currently suffering at the hand of; how someone you were close with no longer wanted to be friends with you. She began avoiding you all day and refused to talk to you at all, and it took asking a mutual buddy to discover it was apparently about something you had said.

That made your heart splinter and fracture even more.

You didn’t know what you said. You didn’t know what you did wrong.

“What did I say, Morgie? What did I say?” You sobbed; face pressing into him. All the hurtful thoughts that had been building up throughout the day were finally spilling out of you. But the emotional tank had become so full and pressurized that everything was shooting out in painful streaks.

Your loving boyfriend began dragging his fingers up and down your back, and you couldn’t help but melt a little further into his touch at the soothing scratches.

“I don’t know.” He said carefully before pressing a kiss to your scalp. “But whatever it was, it’s not your fault she chose to stop talking to you. She should have tried to work it out with you; or at least told you what the issue was. I’m sorry baby.”

You tried to let his words coat you like a burn salve, but you were still stinging underneath it all. The whole ordeal had left you in such a state that no one could so easily fix it with a few sweet words.

But, they helped a little bit.

Having your boyfriend with you made it feel less bad. Still bad; but not as much as it had been previously.

“Can I-“ You hiccuped. “Can I stay the night with you?”

Morgie moved one of his hands up to brush his fingers against the back of your neck. They felt nice and warm, leaving goosebumps on the sensitive skin.

“Of course.” He soothed, leading you inside; hands never taking themselves off of you. Before making it to the mattress that you longed to cuddle up with him on, he paused your movement.

The hand on your neck moved up into your hair. It was a mess.

“It’s all so tangled.” Morgie mumbled, fingering the greasy knots and trying to find a semblance of tidiness amongst the twisted strands.

You looked down; embarrassed.

You had already needed a shower that day, and the anxiety that had been racing through you attempted to get a handle on itself by getting hands on with your own oily hair.

Sniffling, you bunched your fingers up in his shirt.

“M’sorry…” you murmured, hoping he didn’t find you disgusting with that in combination of your leaking face. Surely he wouldn’t want to cuddle with you now.

“Don’t apologize.” Morgie eased, then gave you a smile that you couldn’t help but wonder if it was fake. “I’ll help you.”

Instead of bringing you to the bed, he brought you to his dorm bathroom. Turning on the low lighting setting, he opened a cupboard and began pulling out bottles and things while you just stood in the center; awkwardly clutching yourself.

Fear spiked through you at the uncertainty of what was happening. How was he going to fix your hair? Would it hurt? He wasn’t going to cut it, was he?

You trusted Morgie with many things; but scissors near your hair was not one of them.

Morgie had moved from the cupboard to the tub that took up most of the bathroom space. It was open on all sides; enough so that a person could walk around it without touching the wall. You watched in anxious curiosity as he began to pour… something into the bathtub, before turning the faucet with a squeak.

“Wha-“ you cut yourself off. You were too afraid to ask him. Was he preparing a bath for you? Upon briefly hearing your voice, Morgie turned back to look at you.

“Almost ready.” He said. “Just gotta fill it up and make sure there’s enough bubbles.”

You wanted to smack yourself in the face. You knew your boyfriend loved bubble baths.

And he was preparing one for you.

The realization comforted the smallest piece in your heart, though you were still stricken with grief.

After he was done getting it all ready, Morgie left the room so you could change, dip your toes into the hot water, and settle underneath the bubbles; making sure that all that was poking out was your head and neck. The water felt so nice and comforting as it enveloped you like a warm hug.

Once you were ready, you nervously called Morgie back.

“So what are you doing now?” You asked; bubbles up to your chin. From behind his back, your boyfriend revealed a hairbrush.

You felt a little flustered.

“You don’t have to brush my hair, Morgie…” you sunk half of your face into the bubbles.

“No, don’t worry about it.” He reassured in his cheery tone. “I want to.”

Still uncertain, you watched as he grabbed a stool and went to take a seat behind you. With him out of sight, you began to notice the pleasant scent originating from the bath water. It smelt so lovely and refreshing. Maybe you should ask him later.

Feeling something touch your head, you jolted, and the water jostled around you.

“Sorry.” Morgie whispered, not meaning to startle you at all. You sunk even farther into the bubbles out of embarrassment. “Sit up straight out of the bubbles, Love.” He encouraged. “Let me take care of you.”

You did as he asked slowly, though it wasn’t without its struggles, and you still found yourself leaning away from him slightly. Once the water settled from lack of movement again, you whispered to him.

“Please be gentle with me.”

His hand found its way back to your neck; thumbing your spine.

You shivered at the touch.

“I promise, Baby.”

After he whispered those sweet words to you, he got to work. Using the brush, he started at the base of your hair, where the tangles were furthest down.

You could hear the bristles moving as they snagged on the tiny knots of hair, and you flinched at the flecks of pain, leaning away even farther.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered with a guilt-ridden voice, pausing to rub your skin again -this time in apology- with the left hand that was settled between your shoulder and neck.

The soothing touch instantly took hold of you, and you could all but resist as you finally leaned back into his warm hand; eyes closed contently.

“I’ll do my best, okay?” He promised, going back to brush your hair again.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tensed your shoulders, preparing to feel the harsh sting.

It didn’t come.

All you felt was a gentle caress into the dirty strands. The tiny bristles glided through it like a hot knife through butter as Morgie slowly made his way up, up, up your scalp; completely unloosing the tangles.

You were genuinely shocked.

Pleasantly surprised too.

It seemed as if he went from novice to master in just a moment. Him dragging the brush through was like magic as you steadily tilted your head farther and farther back.

The back of your head reached the bathtub rim.

You opened up your eyes and they met Morgie’s above you.

“Hi.” He giggled.

You blushed.

Before you had the chance to try and respond, Morgie stopped working on your hair.

Before you could question him, a sharp sound started to your left; a hand-held shower head.

Urging you to sit up again, he brought the device up to your hair to get it wet. The water felt really warm as it encompassed your scalp entirely. He was an expert; trailing it all along until no spot was left dry.

Now, done getting it soaked (and turning the shower piece off), your boyfriend motioned you to lean back again. You heard a container click open and close, and the next thing you know he had both of his hands in your hair.

Morgie scrubbed his fingers into your scalp, creating scrunching sounds with the movement. You could feel soap begin to turn into suds as his hands moved up to your hairline. The skin there felt so at ease under his touch. You couldn’t help but loll your head backwards to try and get more pressure. He was more than kind enough to respond.

Digging his fingers in between follicles, Morgie essentially started massaging the area. It made you close your eyes so that your senses could focus on the affection entirely.

It felt nice. A lot nicer than you would care to admit. That small physical comfort was enough to ease the pain in your heart.

You had gotten this treatment before when you went to the barber for a cut, but somehow Morgie did it ten times better. Every push was filled with love and every rotation insisted how much he cared for you.

It was mind numbing, and you could hardly keep your eyes open.

Morgie grabbed the movable shower head again, and you almost mourned the loss of contact, only to be reassured when one hand was placed back in your hair; helping wash the shampoo out of your locks.

He was so gentle, it made you nearly fall in love with him all over again.

Carding his fingers between the untangled strands under the warm rush of the water, he began to mumble tiny reassurances.

You weren’t entirely sure if he even realized he was saying things, and that made you want to sink into the bubbles again at some of them. The ones you picked up on the best were: “Your hair is so pretty”, “I love taking care of you like this” and perhaps the one that nearly melted you: “You’re doing so good for me.”

Before you knew it, he was already at it again, scrubbing the conditioner into your scalp like a professional masseuse.

It took all your willpower to not turn around and beg for him to never stop. Luckily for you, your dignity wasn’t that low. In truth, Morgie always managed to find a way to increase it. He always knew how to make you feel better about yourself even when you couldn’t see the silver lining.

Overcome with the urge to say “I love you.” You pressed your lips closed and continued to enjoy the service your boyfriend was gracing you with.

You’ve told him before.

You can tell him later.

“How does that feel?” He asked you, interrupting your thoughts.

Not trusting your own voice, you hummed in response. Which was fairly easy, seeing how all you wanted to do under his touch right then was hum at how nice it felt.

Satisfied by your answer, he finished rinsing off the conditioner and getting as much water out of your hair as he could with his hands. He proceeded to drop a small towel on your head. Then, his presence behind you disappeared before he promptly returned.

“Here are some clothes for you to change into.” He said before setting them on the counter. “And your towel.” He set a large one on the stool he had just been sitting on; pulling it closer to the side of the bathtub.

You wanted to cry.

What did you do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend?

Luckily, he left the room before any tears were shed. Calming down, you proceeded to make do with the things he gave you. Standing up and rinsing the bubbles off you with the shower head, you quickly dried yourself off with the towel and went to grab the clothes.

They felt so smooth and soft; you could hardly believe this was the first time you wore your boyfriend’s clothes. You did a little spin in them, giggling to yourself. Then, you lifted part of the top to your nose, sniffing the fabric.

It smelled like Morgie.

A happy little squeal came out of you.

You were wearing your boyfriend’s clothes and they smelled like Morgie!

Your hands flapped up and down in excitement.

A soft knock at the door made you freeze a little.

“Are you done?” Morgie asked.

“Yes.” You automatically responded.

The door calmly opened and he took a step inside. It seemed in his own time he had opted to change into some pajama pants and a white tank top. Right upon seeing you, a smile split his face. His eyes lit up and they  seemed like they contained the sun.

“Wow…” he breathed; looking you up and down. You felt yourself flush and looked at the fuzzy socks that you had just put on your feet. “You look…” he couldn’t even finish his thought, covering his mouth with his hand bashfully. Then, he took notice of the small towel you had set back on your head. “Oh, here. Let me help you with that.”

And just like that, Morgie was right in front of you, taking care of you again. He grabbed the towel and started sliding it back and forth on your hair; attempting to towel dry it as best as he could. You giggled as the fabric covered your eyes and temporarily blinded you.

“Hold still!” He laughed, moving his efforts to placing his fingers on top and making scrubbing motions vigorously. Your neck was shaking back and forth along with it like a tiny bobblehead toy.

“I’m trying!”

Morgie tried changing angles, but your skull just moved along with that direction. Giving a deep sigh, he slid the towel off your hair and immediately sought your eyes to gaze into. He found them, and you found his.

His own irises shone with stars.

Was it because he was looking at you?

Before anything else could happen, your boyfriend reached an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, going in for a kiss. Surprised, you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in; eager to reciprocate.

You didn’t end up getting that kiss as an arm could be felt snaking under your knees and hauling you off the solid floor.

“Whoa-“

“Don’t worry.” He reassured you. “I’ve got you.”

Feeling his bare shoulders flex under your hands, you realize he most certainly did. His tank top showed off his biceps and the muscles that were absolutely flexing while holding you.

Your brain began to overheat as you found yet another reason to find your boyfriend attractive. Pressing your face against his shoulder, you attempted to hide your blushing countenance as he giggled a fit.

Arms around you tight, Morgie continued to bridal carry you out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom.

Your heart absolutely soared at the simple act. It fluttered around in your chest, desperate to fly into the sky.

“Morgie!” You squealed as he started spinning around the dark room.

“Hang on!” He laughed, and you did what he suggested; clinging on tighter to him. The air coursed through your damp scalp in a slight chill, and you couldn’t help but shiver.

Slowing to a stop, he waited a moment to disperse any lasting dizziness before walking over to his bed. He lifted you over the mattress, and you shut your eyes, waiting for him to drop you.

Morgie didn’t do that.

He slowly lowered you, setting you down on the blanket like you were made of glass. You softly gasped at the gentleness of it.

His arms slowly pulled out from under you, leaving you realizing how much you were used to the warmth of his limbs in just a short amount of time.

Not missing a beat, he carefully pulled the heavy blanket out from where it was tucked under you. With his surprising strength, it was just like a magician with a tablecloth stacked with glasses.

Making grabby hands at him, your boyfriend quickly crawled over you to the center of the mattress. He lounged contently against pillows and settled in with a sigh; not accepting the request you were miming.

For a moment, with his eyes closed and with how peaceful he looked, you feared he may have instantaneously fallen asleep and forgotten all about you.

So, you couldn’t help but yelp as he suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you onto him.

After a clumsy collision of your body against his, you used your arms to prop yourself up properly. He felt incredibly warm everywhere you touched, so you didn’t waste another second to snuggle against him.

Before Morgie wrapped his arms around your waist, he leaned forward (shifting you as well in the process) to pull the blanket over your back as he leaned back again.

The weighted blanket was heavy. It pulled down on your shoulders; but not enough to drag you down. As you slumped forward into Morgie, the blanket aided in keeping you against him and covering you in mind fuzzy warmth that seeped deep into your muscles and bones; rendering you limp and helpless.

Morgie pressed a sweet kiss to your damp scalp before nuzzling his face into your neck.

“I hope I made you feel good tonight.” He whispered soothingly; breath tickling your skin in a way that made your eyes flutter.

“You did.” You told him. Then, taking his face in your hands, you gave him a tender kiss.

You gave him a few more; slow and barely disconnecting before going in for another. He gently wrapped a hand around your wrist as he kissed you back with as much love as he could convey.

Moving your hand, he pressed a kiss to your palm before placing another on your wrist. His fingers traveled upwards to interlock with yours as his lips did the same thing with your own; slow and steady and full of unwavering love.

Your head felt a little dizzy at how much he was caring for you.

Not just right now, but ever since you made your way to his dorm, from the very first second he saw your worried state.

Morgie was there from beginning to end; always there for you.

Trying not to cry happy tears, you settled your face onto his shoulder. Hugging his whole body, you deeply inhaled his scent with a satisfied hmmm. He started to rub his hands over your back; sliding slowly under the heavy blanket. Then, he turned to scratching you with his dull nails as he dragged them up and down in a soothing motion.

Sighing, you buried your nose even deeper in that spot right next to his neck as you soaked it all in.

“I love you so much.” He told you.

You hummed in response.

You were intoxicated by it. By him.

He was perfect.

“What was that, Love?” He asked; bringing his hands up to scratch your scalp and continue the previous massage that made you a flustered mess.

Melting into him, you whispered it loud enough for just the two of you to hear.

“You’re perfect.”

Morgie giggled sweetly, and your heart skipped a beat.

“No…” he replied quietly; turning his soft lips to your ear with a pure smile. “You’re perfect.”

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[lionhanie]

lee riwoo ; everything i didn’t say

VERY angsty (be warned i cried), ex boyfriend! riwoo, first love gone wrong :(, i refer to riwoo by his birth name (sanghyeok), did not really proofread :P

word count: 1.4k

warnings: cursing, relationship issues (yikes), angst

this work is part of my boynextdoor as old 5sos songs series! ↳ if you want to listen to the song, link is here

a/n: i can't lie i think i wrote riwoo out to be kind of a douche in this but it was For The Angst ok. and also he's remorseful about it so... it's fine i guess loooool

likes ♡ and reblogs ↺ always appreciated!

sanghyeok is stuck in a loop. photobooth pictures of the two of you, the (now) dead bouquet you got him after his first performance, the hoodie that you’d always wear when you came over. he can’t look around his apartment without being reminded of your relationship, but he’d rather die than get rid of the remaining traces of you in his life. the two of you were highschool sweethearts; becoming dance partners at random in a club after school and the rest was history.

your chemistry was unmatched, not just while you were dancing together, but even when the music stopped, it was just you two in your own world. really, it was perfect-- everyone around you two was convinced you guys were going to be together forever with the way you looked at each other with literal hearts in your eyes. 

that is, until it was time for the two of you to part following your graduation. sanghyeok was moving a 3-hour train ride away from your hometown, making it much harder to see each other frequently. it worked for a while, he likes to think. every other saturday, you’d always wake up early in the morning to catch the first train over to your boyfriend-- but even then, you’d only get to spend less than a full twenty four hours together before you needed to go home for class on monday. there wasn’t any… bad blood between you two per se, but rather life seemed to get in the way of your relationship. 

“the way you held me / i wish that i’d put you first / i was wrong i admit, numb from your kiss / while you were slipping through my finger tips” 

sanghyeok was heavily involved in the dance club at his university, oftentimes running to practice immediately after class. practice /alone/ would eat up a couple hours of his limited free time, and the rest of the time he would spend trying to catch up with coursework that was slowly creeping up on him.

his texts become less frequent, and when he does finally send you a message, he’d never be active long enough to actually have a meaningful conversation. the two of you pinky promised that you’d try to call every night to keep in touch, but sanghyeok would often miss your designated calling time, explaining that he was still in the studio, or was stuck trying to learn the material from this week’s classes, or that he was simply too tired to call that night. 

“all the wrongs that i hoped would erase from your memories / holding onto a broken and empty heart / flowers i should’ve bought / all the hours i lost / wish i could take it back to the start”

maybe he was too naive to think that the distance would be fine-- that your relationship would be exactly how it was in high school, where the two of you had butterflies in your stomach each time you saw each other. he didn’t realize how neglectful he’d been until you called him in tears one day, a little past one am (and long past your usual 9pm call time, that he missed, again), when he was on his way back to his apartment after practice. huh? that’s odd. you aren’t usually up this late.

“do you even care anymore? i want you to be honest, sanghyeok, please.” your voice is coarse, it’s obvious that you’ve been crying, especially with the small hiccups you can’t seem to hide as you speak. “if you aren’t going to try anymore, we should just break up.” 

“y/n? baby, what are you saying right now? what do you mean we should break up?” 

you almost scoff at his words, in complete disbelief that /he/ doesn’t even know what he’s doing wrong. “this is the fourth time this week you’ve avoided our calls. jesus, have you even read any of the past texts i’ve sent you?” your voice breaks, filled with both frustration and utter heartbreak. 

“to be honest, i really needed you tonight. you know, you’re not the only one who’s busy. life has been kicking me in the ass lately and the only thing that keeps me going recently is the thought of hearing your voice at the end of the day, but now i can’t even get that! shit, i’ve been so patient with you, sanghyeok-- with us.” 

“hey, i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry i didn’t read your texts earlier, and sorry for missing our call earlier..” he takes the phone away from his ear, checking the time and putting you on speaker. 1:15 AM. he hasn’t even started studying for the test he has in the morning. “but can we talk about this tomorrow? i just left the studio, and i really need to get to studying once i get to the apartment. and there’s no rehearsal tomorrow, so i’ll be able to call-”

“you don’t get it, don’t you? it doesn’t matter that tomorrow you’ll finally be able to call, it’s the fact that i’m always your last priority these days. it fucking hurts, sanghyeok. you’re my number one, and yet i can’t even get a text back from you anymore.” he stops in his tracks, listening to you on the other end of the phone. surely he hasn’t missed that many of your calls. he was almost certain he texted you good morning the second he woke up. he curses under his breath at himself when he looks at his notifications. 2 missed calls. over 10 texts from both yesterday and today, unopened. he must’ve forgotten. 

“we aren’t in high school anymore, okay? it shouldn’t be a burden to put in a little bit more effort for someone you love, even if you’re further away now… you always used to send me flowers whenever you missed me, or call me in the middle of the day just to hear my voice. what happened to us?” your sniffles stopped by now, instead being replaced with all of the emotions from the past couple weeks finally being aired out. 

“why am i always the one who wakes up at four in the morning every weekend just to spend some time with you? why do i have to be the one to sit and wait for your calls, only to see that you’re busy again? damnit, i just wish i knew you still loved me, sanghyeok.” he can feel his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. 

“with all of the mistakes i’ve made / from all the letters that i’ve saved / this is everything i didn’t say / i wish i could’ve made you stay / and i’m the only one to blame / i know that it’s a little too late” 

fuck. he’s crying again. he can’t recall how many times he’s reread the love letters you once exchanged in high school. they used to sit in a pretty decorated cardboard box on his desk, but his bedside drawer is their new home; it’s much easier to read them every night when they’re right next to him. he’s extra careful not to get any of his tears on your writing, just in case those are the last letters you’ll ever write for him.

if he had just noticed sooner… if he wasn’t so focused on himself, maybe he would’ve seen how much the person he loved most was hurting, all because of him. sanghyeok almost feels sick thinking about how you kept in your feelings for so long; enduring all the pain in hopes that he would turn things around eventually. 

“i hope you know / for you i’d sacrifice / to make this right / some day i’m sure / we’ll pass each other by / until that time…” 

and at the end of the night, when sanghyeok’s head hurts from crying for too long, and another tissue box is empty beside him, he goes for a walk. it’s his routine, after all. he’ll walk down the same dim path he walked on the night you two broke up, and he will sit on a bench and look up at the sky through the clearing between the trees. he’s waiting for a shooting star.

...by the time that star comes, he’s already prepared with his wish. he doesn’t even need to think about what he wants most in this world, because he knows the only thing he would wish for is one more chance to make things right with you.

© lionhanie 2024 ; all rights reserved!

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

Insomnia and allergies are killing me (they aren’t anymore cause i wrote this part a week ago) so prepare for a bunch of Angel Dust facts that no one needs to know about and Vivziepop will probably end up ignoring!

Some of these are headcanons and some of these are canon facts so they will be colourcoded as such! Headcanons will be blue and canon facts will be red. Anything that relates to real spiders will be listed with a 🕷️! Some of these will also get a little doodle from me

Much like an average spider, Angel can feel and sense when storms are coming. These freak him out and will make him curl up on the ground.🕷️

Angel is sensitive to vibrations and especially sensitive to stronger ones like lightning and earthquakes. (Hell does not have earthquakes.) Stronger ones make him paranoid and nauseous from his organs moving around.🕷️

He definitely needs glasses to see far away but doesn’t bother since it hardly becomes an issue in daily life.🕷️

Jumping spiders change how they see btw! Less light = more detail, More detail = less light.

Vision Examples:

He can also see behind him but I don’t have that angle so this is the best you get

Sleeps curled up.🕷️

Also follows lasers! Not in the same way a cat would, but any interesting movement in his peripheral vision will cause him to turn toward it to see it better.🕷️

Can see ultraviolet light.🕷️

Has a tree nut allergy (Hazelnuts and walnuts. He is unfortunately a very big hazelnut fan.)

Dresses up Fat Nuggets on Halloween. And basically every other day. Seems to have a preference for the witch hat

Owns a skateboard??

Why do his eyes glow pink why can he do that on command

Can dialate his pupils at will I guess

Molts. Basically like shedding but if you also had to scrub a chunk of your skin off. Lasts 1-2 days.🕷️

Very often used to say slurs without knowing they were slurs and probably still does sometimes

Currently still under the impression his sister is alive. She also probably found him after he overdosed.

Struggles to keep track of time

No idea what half the letters in LGBTQIA+ mean

Recently learned what a pride flag is

Angel has small retractable hooks/claws inside his palm that he can use to hold onto surfaces.🕷️

Angel hates people crying around or on him and will push them away or distance himself.

Examples:

Angel is very skittish around fire even though it cannot hurt him.

Hates the smell of citrus fruits.🕷️

Angel has two fangs (primary for injecting and liquifying food) on the roof of his mouth, much sharper papillae in the back of his throat and a second set of venomous fangs near the deeper in his throat that are to inject larger food and paralyze it but there is the rare occasion where the fangs stab his own throat and he collapses for a few hours after getting the fangs unstuck and he just lays there until it wears off and it kind of looks like he's dead cause there’s probably blood in his mouth but hes fine /hj🕷️

This is more of a food safety precaution. If he ate something live he would inject it with venom if it wasn’t dead yet, but he does not do this so these fangs are basically pointless and he might as well just get them removed at this point

Angel DOES have lungs! I know this seems like a very basic fact but some spiders have book lungs! Different from ours they don’t breathe the same way we do, just like how spiders don’t have blood like humans. This is me being a nerd, but we have seen that Angel has mentioned his lung capacity and he has the ability to cough as seen in Episode 5 (I think its 5 dont quote me on that) This means he cannot have book lungs since if he did he would not be able to cough, nor would he be able to sneeze or hiccup.🕷️

Angel is likely right handed in his top pair of hands, left handed or ambidextrous in his middle pair, and as for the bottom it seems like either ambidextrous or he just doesn’t like to use them for actions at all.

This is like half headcanon but also I pay way more attention to this shit than Viv does so Im basically right all the time

It doesn’t get super cold in hell Id assume, but on the rare occasion it gets colder or the AC in the hotel is on really high that is one of the few times Angel will use webbing and will wrap himself in it and crawl under a blanket and stay there. If it’s really cold or he plans on being in a cold area for maybe a week or month or so he might go into diapause to conserve energy, warmth, and food. (This can also happen when he has sudden sharp changes in diet and during daylight savings)🕷️

This will be updated again I can feel it in my bones. Hopefully this can satiate you all while I move house 🫶

[alyswritings]

JJ Clone

Request: Could you do a JJ Maybank x daughter!reader where they fight a lot because reader keeps getting in trouble and after she leaves home to cool off someone attacks her and she calls him and she apologizes crying and he says that it's okay and he's gonna take care of her??

JJ Maybank x daughter!reader

Summary: Y/N gets hurt after a fight with her dad.

Warnings: angst, injuries

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

"Y/N, stop." JJ orders, following his daughter inside.

"Why?" She grumbles.

"Because we need to talk." JJ states.

"We talked in the car, you talked to the principal, we talk every day, I think we're good." Y/N argues.

"Y/N Y/M/N Maybank, get your ass back here!" He shouts. Y/N rolls her eyes, but turns around, taking a few steps towards him.

"What?" She asks, annoyance and anger in her voice.

"What's wrong?" JJ asks.

"Nothing's wrong."

"Baby, you keep getting in trouble. This is the fourth time this week I've been called to the principal's office. Out of five days, I've been called four! Something is obviously wrong!"

"Nothing's wrong! Teenagers get in trouble, it happens! You were reckless when you were my age. You drank and smoke all the time!"

"Look, I'm trying to make sure you're better than me!"

"Who the fuck cares? Teenagers fuck up! I fuck up! Get over it!"

"Y/N--"

"What is the big deal?"

"You're one suspension away from getting expelled! That's the big deal!"

"So I'll get a GED and get a job or something."

"Y/N--"

"Since when did you get so uptight? You used to be more bearable. God, you're worse than Uncle Pope."

"Y/N-- hey!" He calls as she storms towards the door. "Y/N!"

"Just leave me the fuck alone!" She yells, slamming the door shut behind her.

"Y/N!" JJ screams. He lets out a quiet growl of frustration, running his hands through his hair.

- - -

JJ is on the phone with John B, Y/N still not home yet.

"Dude, you both needed time to cool down. I'm sure she's fine." John B says.

"And if she's not?" JJ asks.

"She'll call you." John B says.

"Not if she's fucking pissed at me. Plus, what if her phone's dead? What if she got kidnapped? Or-or killed?" JJ rambles.

"JJ, she's smart. She'll be okay. And if she isn't, then-- then we'll figure it out."

"God, I hate fighting." JJ groans, rubbing his temples.

"You do realize why you fight so much, right?" John B asks.

"Cause she's a teenager and I finally realize why adults hate teenagers. I mean, I love her, but other teenagers are just so fucking annoying, and-and I love my daughter, but the fighting just--"

"JJ." John B cuts him off. "You fight so much cause she's basically you're clone."

"What? No, she isn't." JJ denies.

"Dude, she's more like you than you are. Honestly, it's kind of concerning." John B chuckles.

"Dude, it-- no. No, that's not why. We just both have anger issues or some shit."

"Yeah, which would make you alike. Plus, every other little reckless, impulsive, doesn't give a shit about school, yada yada ya." John B says.

"I thought opposite personalities clashed." JJ comments.

"They do. But so do the same personalities. All personalities clash."

"Whatever. Look, I-I'm gonna try to call her or something. Make sure she still has a heartbeat, at least."

"I'm in town. I'll look around for her."

"Thanks, man." JJ hangs up. He starts to scroll to find Y/N's contact, stopping when his phone starts ringing. He looks at the name, it being his daughter's, along with the picture of him and her he has for her contact picture.

JJ immediately answers the phone, putting it to his ear.

"Y/N? Baby?" He asks.

"Daddy." He hears her hiccup.

"Whoa, whoa, hey, hey. What's wrong?" He asks, standing up, his heart speeding up.

"I... I need you." She says, sniffling.

"Okay. Okay, where are you? What happened?" He asks.

"I... th-the side of the road." Y/N says.

"Okay, I-- here, I have your location. I'll use that. Are you hurt?" JJ asks.

"Um..." Her hesitation makes JJ's heart drop. "Nothing's broken."

"Okay. Okay." JJ mumbles to himself, trying to collect himself. "Hey, you're gonna be just fine, I'll be right there." He snatches the keys off the counter, racing outside and to the car.

"Can you hurry up?" Y/N sniffles.

"Yes, baby. I'm on my way." JJ says. He puts the phone on speaker and finds her location. Starting the car, he peels away, speeding down the road.

Halfway there, the call ended, Y/N's phone having died. That only made JJ speed up, not caring about breaking any of the laws. When he finds Y/N, he slows down, pulling off to the side of the road.

He climbs out of the car, rushing over to where Y/N is leaning against a tree.

"Hey. Hey, hey, hey." JJ calls, getting Y/N's attention. She looks up, JJ freezing at the bruises and cuts littering her face. The shock dissipates, quickly replaced by anger. "What the fuck happened?" He asks, his jaw clenched. He swears he'll kill whoever did this to his baby girl.

"I-I-- I'm sorry." Y/N sobs and JJ softens. "I should've stayed home or-or at least not have gone too far. I-I didn't know, I-- it just happened and-and--"

"Hey, hey, hey." JJ softly coos. "Hey, it's okay, baby." He pulls her into a tight hug, Y/N sobbing into his chest. "I got you, baby girl. I got you." He tightly holds onto her, trying to comfort her. He rests his hand on her head, fingers tangling with her hair as he scratches her head lightly.

"You're safe now. I got you." JJ kisses her on the head. "I got you. I'm not mad at you. It's okay." He tightens his grip as Y/N clutches onto him like a lifeline.

After a while, she pulls away, still sobbing.

"I'm sorry. I've been such a bitch and I don't listen, and--"

"Hey, hey, no. No." JJ pushes her hair away from her face, some of it sticking from being wet with her tears. After, he cups her face, making her look at him. He winces at her injuries.

"I'm sorry." She sobs again.

"No, no. Baby, relax. We can deal with all of that shit later, okay? I'm not mad at you. I'm just happy you're alive." He says, lightly rubbing her temples. "Okay. So... so right now, we're gonna go home and I'm gonna take care of you, okay? We're gonna disinfect the cuts, ice the bruises, and whatever else you wanna do, okay? And when you're ready, whether it's tonight or not, you can tell me what happened, okay?"

Y/N nods, still crying.

"Okay. Okay." JJ kisses her on the forehead and pulls her back into a hug, resting his head on top of hers. "It's okay, baby. It's okay, I'm right here with you." He kisses her on the head, holding onto her as tightly as he can.

After getting home, they both changed into pajamas and JJ treated her injuries before they had some instant ramen to get some food in her. Y/N stayed glued to his side the whole night, sleeping in his bed so she wasn't alone.

Taglist: @glxwingrxse @venomsvl @wildieflower @aliciacat20 @allyson15 @gabbylovesreading @itsmaneskinbitch @ironmaiden1313

[quindread]

Constanstine starts acting sober on important missions/meetings for the JLD; he has a sanity-potion dealer

Zatanna reports this odd behavior to Batman, they interrogate him when his veins are swamped with alcohol.

C: … I-I know what yer doin’ [hiccups]

Z: We care for your well-being. You have bouts of sobriety that you seem to have control over.

B: Are you on something new?

C: M’yeah… is called a pwoz—piss—poise! Poise potion, yeah das it!

B: And who makes this “Poise” potion?

C: My dealah, my busniz. G’way! [stumbles out the door]

Z: … That went as well as expected.

Sober Constantine is actually more reasonable. Batman catches him after a meeting.

B: [observes his brushed hair and very high-quality, new trench coat] You’re sober… Congratulations?

C: Uhuh. Did you need something? I have some business elsewhere.

B: With your dealer?

C: [affronted] Wha—Who in their right bloody mind would dare call Celest that?

B: You did.

C: ….

B: Who’s Celest?

C: Oh, fuck me!

Constantine gives him an address - it’s in Milan, Lombardy (Region of Italy). He specifically instructs him to come as a civ along with Red Hood and Robin with the threat that he will erase their memories if they so much as go into detective mode.

Bruce Wayne and his two wayward children enters the teahouse and is led by the hostess to a private room. They are served with tea and light snacks that they know even Alfred would more than approve of.

A door opens - they didn’t even know it was one with the way the molding blends into each other seamlessly. And out came one of the most enchanting woman Bruce has ever seen. He’s seen his fair share of attractive females but he has never been star-struck like he should be - as if he were back to his pre-pubescent days.

M: Constantine said you’d be here.

B: [realizes that this person was Constantine’s dealer and was 100% magic] You’re his dealer?

*Jason and Damian who saw the look on their dad’s face snicker at his opening line*

M: [raises and elegant eyebrow at Bruce] And you must be his work associates?

J: Something like that, lady. I’m Jason, kid’s Damian, and the one who can’t stop staring at you is our Dad, Bruce.

*Bruce grumbles and Marinette smirks*

M: I’m Marinette. It’s a pleasure to meet you.

D: [gestures at Bruce] Pleasure is all his, Marinette.

B: [red at the ears] Their Grandfather thought them better, I swear.

M: Mhmm. I guess he didn’t teach them how to not die then?

The guys: ….

Jason gets a more potent version of the potion Constantine consumes - it’s a prescription that he has to come for every month. Damian gets a charm; ear cuffs because he does whatever her wants, a spontaneous orbital piercing is nothing. And Bruce gets Mari’s number.

(Tim also gets forwarded in his fave fashion label’s waitlist from the near thousands to the fourteenth - his first consultation coincides with Jason’s next appointment.)

AN: Some posts/fics call Mari Celestial Guardian. Idk where and when that happened - I have abandoned canon a long time ago. These are all pulled from my days in the maribat blackhole (still kinda stuck there). I basically pulled this out of my archives so they at least get the chance to see the daylight.

Addressing Brucinette: I have a whole re-written MLB plot in my archives where everything is more brutal and the miraculous aren’t actual pieces of accessories. Like there’s an initiation to the order and stuff like that. I normally don’t enjoy aging up characters in crossovers but Brucinette just works. I have a secretary AU somewhere (it’s tragic and I’m considering scrapping it if I find it). And I also have deep-rooted issues that wants me to write Good!Dad Bruce who has Mari breathing down his neck when he so much as raises his voice at his children (Muminette/Mominette is another breed scary). And those tropes where Mari sees right through Brucie? Has a second sense for the when the batkids are in/causes trouble? Love those. I WILL FIGHT FOR THIS SHIP. (Jk people are free to dislike this. I get it.)

[sanerontheinside]

I Work in an Institution, part 1

—teacher's notes

I started teaching in 2020—during covid lockdowns—which of course was nothing anyone could have prepared us for. One of the things that migrated into the skillset fairly quickly was the ability to adapt, on a dime, to whatever bullshit wasn't working that day. Frequently you'd do this within the first 5 minutes of your first class, when you discovered a new Google Meet update wasn't up to snuff.

First attempts were shaky, sure, but by the end of the day you had a decent idea of what was missing and how to make it better next time. A lot of times, you just made do: ok, so this isn't perfect, but everyone can actually see what I'm doing, so—yeah, it'll be fine.

And ideally, you'd end up with a good idea for what you actually needed (ex: document camera so the kids could see you writing notes by hand). You pretty much figured out how to bring the situation under your control, and then you went from there.

Now, whenever the internet isn't working in school, or I can't print anymore for some reason, the MO is just to look for a way out. Is there another device that prints? Can you get on a hotspot? Who do you know with a desktop printer, and doesn't mind you occasionally begging a favour? (and isn't clear across the building, while we're at it)

The upside of it being 2024 is—theoretically—a lot less stuff is outside of your control. We don't rely on Google Meet anymore, and aren't inconvenienced by an unexpected rollout. When I do example lessons during interviews, I don't have to figure out how to use Zoom while teaching a demo class of real live childen (a painful experience).

You'd like to think we wouldn't have unexpected issues in the bagging area, only now the devils are inside the building: our IT department has decided to make the system more secure, in the name of making their lives easier. Which would be fantastic, actually! —If it weren't also happening in ways that frequently and actively hamper our efforts to get anything done.

For instance, if you're logged in on device A, turns out you frequently have to wait about half an hour before you can log in on device B. For me, this results in a pretty much daily occurrence of 1) logging onto the smartboard, 2) attempting to log in on my work laptop, 3) waiting for 20-30 minutes before the work laptop discovers it can connect to the in-house network.

Mind you, during this time I can't make it connect to the guest network either, because the SSL certificate for that is expired. Even on my personal device I have to acknowledge that the certificate's expired, so I could be signing in to get my info stolen—but on the work device I can't enter it at all. On my personal, I have to enter credentials again, register, log in... not a lot in the grand scheme of things, but I get booted off this network every time my personal device powersaves. This adds up to a lot of clicks and seconds, and if it doesn't take a lot of physical time I can promise you it shaves off soul-minutes.

(there's a workaround: just play a 10 hour youtube video. run down your battery a little, what'll it cost ya)

But the problem, ultimately, isn't any of these one things. It's that if you throw on another hiccup, suddenly all your little glitches and troubles become death by a thousand cuts. If you're rushing through creating 3 versions of a quiz for 5th period, suddenly you're swatting down these problems from every corner.

Today, my work laptop stopped printing (smartboard was fine), the printing rooms were out of paper (I have a stash), and because I logged in in too many places too fast, I got locked out of work accounts on my personal device, where I was editing my quiz (I logged into a work-related personal google account on the work laptop and went from there). All of these added whole minutes to my workflow. Felt like eons.

I'm tired of having 50 workarounds and having to come up with 100 more, experimenting with them as I go. I want the equivalent of my old document camera: a system under my control, almost entirely non-reliant on school networks.

Well, if nothing else, the search should be interesting.

[theleft0ver]

Hello lovely people, I’ve been working on a little cleagan project for a while and I wanted to share the first chapter, hope y’all enjoy!!! ^•^

It’s also on ao3:

•Longing for my sweetheart•

John was dying, he was shot and now he’s dying on his horse who’s independently prowls up a path on a mountain he’s not familiar with. He’s slumped over his mare’s neck mumbling to himself in and out of consciousness.

You see it was supposed to be an easy job, get the information from his trusty inside man (Rosie) at the stagecoach station, stake out the carriage with the rich folks in it, ambush the carriage take everything they got and ride into the sunset, see easy!

Maybe that’s why everything went haywire. He’d done this so many times without complications that he threw every caution in the wind. But sooner than later he realized his mistake in a form of a personal guard at the driver’s box.

He stopped the carriage without a hiccup that’s the easiest part anyways. He pulled his bandanna up his nose and his hat real low. He rode out from the trees to the dirt road, pistol in his right, double barrel shotgun in the left hand firing them once-twice raising hell.

Oh the screams, the frightened shrieks were music to his ears. They meant the passengers will give anything for their lives.

But his happiness was short lived as a bullet pierced through the air and flew past his ear. The armed guard started to fire at him like hell, earning the money the rich bastards were paying him and after today John was sure he got a fat bonus too!

He quickly got off his horse and dodged behind a boulder frowning in surprise, listening where the guard might be and the gunslinging began.

****

The driver was dead, John shot him dead in the left eye. He tried to intervene but he was just in the way and got in the field of bullets. John killed too many people to count. That’s just the way he lives. He never claimed to be a good man alright? But that doesn’t mean he enjoys killing, there was a time when he did, a long-long time ago. He left those days in the back of his mind, now he only kills when he has to, but most of his robberies claim lives, someone always ends up dead.

He’s an outlaw goddamnit, that’s what he’s good at. What he likes and what he has to do to survive are two different things.

He doesn’t have too much time to dwell on moral issues though he’s still being shot at. John thought, finally his luck is turning and he’ll win this duel as well when he started to hear shouting and hoof beating the ground in the distance.

Lawman.

Even in a location so remote someone somehow alerted the sheriff. John only had a moment to process the news before bullets started to fly around him. The situation is dire he knows that, he whistles for his horse who comes crashing out of the woods and he makes a break for it.

He’s running like the wind when he feels it. Cold metal piercing his skin needling a way through muscles and tendons in his right shoulder. The second one comes from ahead hitting him on the left side of his abdomen, but it doesn’t feel like it went all the way through, although it’s not like John can feel much with the adrenaline running through his veins.

He can’t spare too much attention to his wounds as he still has to get away if he wants to stay alive. He runs to his horse grabs the horn of his saddle, hoist himself up with the stirrup and gallops away as fast and as far as he can.

He’d never been shot, John was always clever with his moves, always had Fortuna on his side. It’s not like how he imagined, it’s not immediate red-hot pain flaming his body ablaze flooding into his mind making room saying ‘I’m here and you’ll be suffering’. It’s creeping up on him, slowly making his way into his consciousness like sand in an hourglass.

For a good ten minutes as he tries to lose the lawman glued to his heels he can only feel a dull ache. Another ten minutes pass on and he successfully shakes off the blood thirsty man and slows his horse down to a trot. And as his heartbeat stabilizes the pain starts to increase, so much so that he had to halt his horse to catch his breath.

He took a moment to get himself under wraps and inspected the wounds.

His shoulder was relatively in a good shape as much as a gunshot wound can be. But his abdomen was another tale. He unbuttoned his vest then lifted his shirt and ripped his long-johns apart, he gagged at the sight.

Already bruised in angry shades of purple and blue, blood flowing everywhere from such a tiny hole. John tried to apply pressure on it but the pain was too great, he got lightheaded and threw up that small amount of food he had in his stomach. He had to get help fast or he’s a goner.

He tried to remember if there was a town nearby but the blood loss was making him dazed and confused. Soon after that he passed out and woke up in the woods on his horse’s back then passed out again.

And that’s how he ended up in the middle of the mountain he was not familiar with in and out of consciousness.

****

John was slowly coming to himself as he feels his horse piking up speed. He tilts his head up to see a little homestead built with logs nested between tall trees and evergreens, a sight he would sure marvel if he were in a better shape. John tries to stay awake until his horse makes the distance to the porch of the home but his brain is too foggy.

He hears a gasp coming from afar and legs hitting the ground in a rapid pattern. John wants to sit up to see who his savior might be but he’s too weak and slips off his saddle onto the ground. He gets startled awake again by someone dropping to their knees next to him and brushing the hair out of his face. Cold fingers turn his head toward the sun and he opens his eyes.

The person in front of John is a woman, a woman whose face is so blurry. Blurry because John can’t keep his eyes open. But as he forces himself to focus he becomes aware that the person is in fact not a woman but a young man with such soft edges and features that he has to be unreal.

John is so delirious from the blood loss that he thinks he’s seeing one of God’s angels. Although he doesn’t understand why would he go to heaven after all the things he has done. He wants to, no scratch that ,he needs to touch this angel of death with the soft looking golden hair and smooth sun tanned skin. He knows if he could just only caress the pad of his finger down this angel’s face he could take away all of his sins and he can die in peace.

He reaches out to hold his personal angel’s cheek, but before he can touch him everything goes back to black.

[kiddbegins]

Did you really love me? - Connor Rhodes

Requested: yes

Word count: 1,318

Warnings: angst, no happy ending

A/n: if someone said ‘they brought me back to life’ over someone they left me for that’d be it for me

Masterlist

“Did you ever really love me?”

Breakups suck. Like, really suck. Seriously, who the hell wants to be sat in their room, watching disney movies in the hopes of cheering themselves up with ice cream in one hand and left over pizza in front of them? 

It didn’t help that you saw a future with him. Connor Rhodes, found his way into your heart then decided to rip it out with his bare hands. He said he found someone else, someone that brought him back to life. Some great feelings that stirred up. (That was pure sarcasm by the way.)

No, in reality it felt like he’d taken both your heart and your soul and crumbled it to pieces. Years down the drain. That first year of pining over the slightly older surgeon that you worked closely with followed by the next two years. 

Sure you should have seen it coming. Less time spent together and half the time you were together, there were fights speckled in. Over stupid shit. Leaving things around, forgetting to do something, missing a date. It was already being written in stone that you two weren’t going to last but you couldn’t take the signs at face value.

You just loved him so much. Every argument you thought maybe it was just a step to things working out. But it wasn’t. Now you’d spent the week in your apartment, using paid time off to wallow in your own pity.

And tomorrow was going to be your first day back at work. Your first day seeing him since everything happened. You had no idea what the hell you were going to do. Natalie and Will sort of had a plan in place, one they could only do so much about.

“We see him coming and we’ll make sure he asks one of us for help, or if you need a consult we’ll take over when he’s there, easy.” Natalie was proud of her plan, her boyfriend just nodding along knowing that was not how any of that was going to work.

You guys were doctors. It wasn’t like they’d always have time to be a personal block between you and the surgeon. Which was proven true the literal first patient you had. Will and Natalie were actually treated the sibling of the boy you had under your care who needed surgery.

And of course the surgeon in question was none other than Dr. Rhodes. Sure you could be professional but that was also when you completely avoided looking in the dark haired man’s direction. Something that was picked up by and brought up by the boy’s mother.

“Do the two of you have an issue with one another? Because I’d like for my doctors to be able to communicate so that I know my baby is getting the best care there is.” Her arms folded tightly across her chest as your mouth gaped.

Were you supposed to lie? Tell her that you and the man next to you were fine? You could handle him. But as much as you believed that, you couldn’t stop the tears pricking at your eyes when you so much as glanced at the back of his head.

Slightly you cleared your throat. “We’re okay, but uh, if it’ll make you feel better, I can have Dr. Halstead, who’s with your other son, take over here.” You spoke with a faint smile, the mother nodding tightly.

It was obvious she didn’t believe you just as much as you didn’t believe yourself and you didn’t want to make this day any worse for her. “Will, uh, could we switch? Mom’s asking for a different doctor.” She bit at her cheek, the look on her face giving away that that wasn’t the entire story but there was no time to question it.

“Yeah sure, we’re just finishing up his labs here.” Natalie gave you a soft smile as the rest of the shift continued, this time without any hiccups. And crossovers were smoother than that one. And once it was over, you were right back where you were that morning.

Crying on your couch.

Except, about halfway through your rewatch of Dirty Dancing, there was a knock on the front door. You weren’t expecting anybody and when you pulled open the front door, you were staring back at the last person you ever expected to grace your entrance way again.

“Connor?”

He gave a tight smile, sucking in a breath, “Can I come in?” You had to fight to hold back the scoff that nearly came out, raising your eyebrows. Who did he think he was just showing up, a week after you two broke up.

Annoyed, you went to shut the door with a roll of the eye, only stopping when the man grabbed the edge of it. “Y/n, please. Look, I just want to talk okay? We work together for god sakes, you have to learn to at least look me in the eye. Especially if we’re taking care of the same patient.”

As much as you wanted to pretend he was wrong, he wasn’t. Begrudgingly, you stepped aside, letting him come in. It was silent for a couple moments, the man taking in the mess that had fallen upon your apartment. 

In all honesty, he wasn’t that aware that the breakup had affected you this much. Obviously he knew you were upset, the lack of your appearance at work was enough proof of that. But seeing the messed up couch, the take out containers and half empty tissue box just put things into perspective. 

“Alright, are you going to say something or just judge the state of my house? Because I seriously-”

“Just tell me whatever you’ve been dying to tell me, y/n.” He cut you off, turning his attention back to you fully. “I can tell from the look on your face that you want to say something but you’re not letting yourself, and I know how much stuff like that eats at you.”

You nostrils flared as you looked up at him, “You don’t get to say that you know anything about me anymore Connor. You don’t. Not with all the shit that’s happened.” Your words came out harsher than you meant to and for a second you realized that maybe you did have some choice words for him.

“I’m sorry. I just, I want you to be able to get on with things. Move on, not have to worry about me when you’re at work.”

“I’m always going to Connor! I love you.” Your voice cracked along with the dam that was keeping your tears at bay. “With my entire heart, and you left. So I’m sorry if I can’t just get past that in seven days.” You tightly crossed your arms over your chest, sniffling.

If anything was embarrassing it was crying in front of someone that was the source of the tears streaming down your face. And you hated it. You absolutely despised how he was capable of all these emotions spilling from you and that you couldn’t even keep yourself from showing it.

“You know what. I do have something.” You cleared your throat, the anger fading and bringing back the heaviness in your chest. Connor nodded, gesturing for you to continue, his gaze on you entirely. “Did you ever even love me?” 

The softness of the question made Connor’s heart drop, his eyes flicking over your face. The lack of response made you scoff, nodding tightly. “Alright. That’s enough of an answer for me. You can go now.”

“Wait no, I did-”

“Go.” You practically yelled, squeezing your eyes shut and pointing at the door to your left. “And don’t try to talk to me again unless it’s work related.” The sound of the door opening and shutting was all you heard before you let yourself crumple onto the couch, crying until you couldn’t cry anymore.

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[lokifantasies]

You (Loki x Chubby!Reader)

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You scoffed to yourself as you saw the numbers on the scale rise higher than they were the week prior. No matter what you did – no matter how much you worked out or ate healthily, you couldn’t seem to get the numbers down. Somehow, you had managed to catch the eyes of a god – a literal god – the God of Mischief. He loved you – he made it clear every single day, but no matter how much he loved you, that didn’t make you love yourself. Once you got dressed from your shower, you heard a knock at the door. You answered it to find an Amazon box – it was the surprise you had ordered for Loki.

It was a new lingerie set.

With a sigh, you went to try it on – immediately regretting it once you looked into the mirror. Your eyes teared up and tears rolled down your cheeks. Your breasts were bulging out of the bra, and the panties were making your thighs look even larger than they normally do. It wasn’t that the set was too small – it fit – but it made you feel horrible. You quickly took the lingerie set off and threw it in the trash can in the bedroom you and Loki shared. Starting to sob, you pulled any and all clothing that could be considered sexy out of the closet and threw everything in the trash can – filling it up quickly. As you moved, you could feel your thighs jiggle and your breasts constantly in your line of sight when you bent over. You screamed – falling to the floor hyperventilating and sobbing.

Just then, the sound that you normally love to hear came through the door except this time, you wish it hadn’t.

            “Darling?” Loki’s voice called out from the living room. You tried to stifle your sobs – hoping to somehow make all evidence of your breakdown go away. “Baby?” He turned the doorknob and opened the door to your bedroom – instantly seeing you on the floor in tears. Without a word, he got down on the floor and wrapped his arms around you. “Love, what’s wrong?” he asked you – worry written all over his face – his bright cerulean eyes filling with tears. You were unable to speak – the sobs making it impossible. Looking for any explanation, Loki looked around the room – his eyes landing on the trash can filled with your lingerie. “Oh, my love.” Knowing about your body issues and how you felt about yourself, he immediately understood what was going on. “Baby…look at me,” he said – holding your face in his hands – using his thumbs to wipe your tears. The god gently pressed his lips to yours – holding you close and rubbing your back.

            “How can you kiss me?” you asked through your sobs and hiccups. “Look at me.” You began pinching the excess skin on your stomach – feeling more disgusted by the second. “How can you kiss this?”

“My darling,” he began softly, “I know I don’t have to tell you that I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the nine realms, but it’s true.” You shook your head. “Look at me,” he said, holding your cheeks, “do you know how long I’ve lived?” You looked at him, waiting for him to answer his own question – knowing that you just wanted him to get to the point. “Thousands of years,” he continued. “And in those thousands of years, I have never loved someone the way I love you.”

“I know you love me, Loki,” you said softly. “But…how?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“You’re a literal god, Loki,” you remind him. “And I’m…,”

“My goddess,” he interrupts. “Darling…if you can love everything about me, why is it so hard to believe that I can love everything about you?”

“You could have so much better,” you say with a sniffle. “You could have anyone you want.”

“I do have who I want,” he answered quickly. “Darling…I don’t care about what your body looks like. Do I adore it? Yes, absolutely. But it is you I worship and love,” he explained, conjuring up a small green ring box in his hand, “and it is you that I want to marry.”

[sure-i-exist]

The dragon riders’ ranking of each other

it was a thought I had so now I’m doing it.

Hiccup -

Astrid (they’re a great team together, they balance each other well and she’s always been there for him since she first found out about toothless)

Fishlegs (Hiccup loves talking with fishlegs, he’s one of his closest friends and they can spend hours just rambling to each other. But they both also enjoy time separate and just chilling kinda on their own yknow?)

Tuffnut (he’s difficult to work with, but he is very funny and can sometimes lead to hiccups greatest ideas. He’s a fun guy to be around as long you’re not busy working. Also hiccups fascinated by the twins’ ingenuity, and I guarantee he just loves thinking about things they suggest he should make and figuring if he could actually make it work for real)

Snotlout (look, Hiccup loves snotlout and he’s sympathetic cause he knows he’s got his own issues with his dad and all, but he’s also a pain in the ass sometimes. It has to be said, Snotlout can just be difficult to work with on a day-to-day basis, often wanting to one-up hiccup when he’s not interested in participating. He’s gotten better over the years but it’s just annoying sometimes)

Ruffnut (honestly, I just think ruff and hiccup don’t hang out one-on-one as much as anyone else on the team. In the show(s) they never do if I recall, but even just on interpretation I don’t reckon they would much. If they did, she might be higher but overall i think they’re probably the least close of anyone on the team. To be clear, they’re still incredibly close - you kinda have to be after living on a small island together for a year with few other people - but comparatively less than other duos are with each other)

Astrid -

Hiccup (good team, doesn’t try to push her buttons and it’s fun to spar together - astrid usually wins but occasionally hiccup gets the upper hand)

Ruffnut (weirdly high, but I think after their fight in whatever that ep was in rtte where astrid and the twins were left to defend the Edge, astrid would have a genuine respect for ruffnut. They get along better as time goes on but she can be pretty funny, ya gotta admit)

Fishlegs (less annoying than the rest. If I’m honest it’s just that. She does love all of them but she’d put him above others not cause she likes him more but cause he annoys her less. He’s still below ruffnut just cause ruffnut sorta proved herself to astrid and that counts a lot for astrids opinion of a person, moreso even than just how much she enjoys talking with them)

Tuffnut (again, proved himself to astrid like ruffnut and honestly that’s mostly it for specific reasoning. She does love the guy but he gets on her nerves very often.) (Ruffnut’s “proving herself” has her ranked so highly cause it’s standing up to someone, even when that someone is Astrid herself, and Tuffnut’s “proving himself” doesn’t give as much of a boost because his came from proving astrid wrong about his capabilities, rather than being outwardly brave)

Snotlout (she does care about him and does fully and truly consider him one of her greatest friends, she’d die for him, she’d gladly protect him however necessary like she would for all of them... but he’s annoying as all hell. On the plus side he’s also very fun to mess with)

Fishlegs -

Hiccup (hiccup respects him the most, and fishlegs respects him. Also it’s so much fun talking about dragons together it’s awesome)

honestly probably Astrid (same reason as she has for him; less annoying than others. At the same time tho I think they’d find it fun to kinda gossip together (neither would ever admit to it). Like they’ll talk about hiccup and Snotlout and Heather and whatever antics the twins got into and actually I think they’d honestly have a blast just chatting and talking shit about the others. I bet they have meetings every week. New headcanon acquired)

Ruffnut (look, she’s hard to work with but I think fishlegs can see her intelligence and he appreciates it. I think also he just has a lot of love for his friends and after both the almost-marriage in Snotlout Gets the Axe and trying to coach Throk in wooing her, I reckon he got a bit of a soft spot for her

Snotlout (like I said, fishlegs has a lot of love for his friends. And Snotlout sure stretches that love to its limit at times but when it’s important, he’s there.)

Tuffnut (fishlegs finds it hard to just. Hang out with him. Tuffnut isn’t really one for calm, and Fishlegs is not a fan of constant action and excitement like the twins get up to. They’re very different people, they do care for each other but like damn they’re complete opposites 90% of the time, so they just don’t casually hang out much)

Snotlout -

Hiccup (he has so much respect for the guy, and yeah he’s also jealous but like. He’s fun, he’s cool, and he understands snotlout on a further level than the others, hiccup had issues living up to his dad’s expectations and Snotlout does too (think “maybe we aren’t so different” at the end of Snotlout gets the axe), just a lot of love and respect for the guy)

Tuffnut (best friends. That’s all I have to say)

Astrid (he respects her a lot, especially her fighting prowess, and altho he likes to annoy her (both deliberately and not) I just think he cares a lot for her, more than either of them would ever admit)

Fishlegs (does Snotlout take the piss and find him kinda lame a lot of the time? Yes. But there are times when he holds a lot of admiration for fishlegs, and there are times when they are just hanging. That time Fishlegs, Snotlout and Throk were basically doing gardening together? Phenomenal, I want more of that.)

Ruffnut (she scares him)

Tuffnut -

Ruffnut (of course)

Snotlout (he’s funny, he’s silly, and he’s very fun to mess with. Also he’s dumb enough to go along with some of their plans - getting in a fight with hiccup, for example)

Hiccup (honestly, he just loves the guy. He’s cool, he’s fun, he makes fun inventions - and he is the least likely to treat ruff and tuff like they’re stupid)

Fishlegs (he’s a great guy. He’s fun to mess with. One time he almost-married tuff’s own sister. What more can a guy ask for?)

Astrid (look, she’s awesome, and intimidating. And also kinda mean sometimes. She’s still awesome, but on a purely hanging-out basis she’s less fun than others that’s for sure)

Ruffnut -

Tuffnut (obviously. And by a long shot)

Hiccup (if she could convince Stoick to disown him and then the Thorston family to adopt him, she would)

Fishlegs (he’s sweet, kinda annoying at times but so’s everyone, not to mention on the flip side he’s fun to annoy. So it’s even.)

Astrid (she’s got respect for her. And astrid’s cool, a mildly terrible cook and often thinks her shits more important than others, but she’s cool.)

Snotlout (sorry, snotty boy, but as much as they hang out, he’s still the least favourite. He’s fun, and she does like messing around with him - both in terms of annoying him, and teaming up with him and tuffnut to annoy others - but I think out of everyone, it’s him or astrid that’s the lowest ranking for her. And she’d pick him for last place any day, because it would be funnier)

Bonuses!

Toothless is actually Hiccup’s no. 1.

and Heather would be Astrid’s 1.5.

Dagur’s a wild card for everyone, he rapidly changes ranking based on what he was like the last time they talked to him.