#which i wouldn't mind either since i wouldn't be awake to feel the pain

[dusty-pistol]

My head hurts so bad rn ugh. I think it's from constantly clenchin my jaw, but my processor is laggin so bad rn that I can't even tell. I'm just gonna keep chuggin water and hope it goes away soon

[mydarlingclaudia]

no shirt, no blouse

note : I've only ever written for Leon like, once in my life and no matter how many times I tried to fix it tumblr kept my blog and what I uploaded hidden, this is my third time trying this again so I'm not gonna be too surprised if the same thing happens. I'm sorry if Leon is ooc, this is just a Leon comfort fic

wc : 2k

desc : you taking care of Leon when he comes home from a mission. established relationship, fluff, comfort, Leon being kinda head over heels for you, mentions of injuries, re4r Leon (but not specifically his mission in Spain), pet names (baby), gn!reader, not proofread.

To you, Leon was always sweet.

In the quiet evenings when he'd come home from a mission, that's when his shell would break and he'd let himself rest. When he'd crawl under the covers with you and hold you close to his chest while he laid on his cold side of the bed that the two of you shared, that was when he knew he was officially home. Hearing you talk about how badly you had missed him and how happy you are to have him back as the tips of your fingers lightly run over any cuts on his face was like a dream to him.

His shirts would always smell a little bit like you whenever he came home, so would his pillow, he’d never admit to you that he loved it. By the time that you’d fall asleep, after the two of you ate and you washed his hair for him in the bath, he’d still be awake, despite the late hour. He’d sit and watch your chest rise and fall as you slept, his hands resting on your sides underneath the sweatshirt you slept in, the one you had stolen from him.

He had missed you, you knew that much. He knows that there’s always a possibility that he won’t be able to come home to you, or something that would keep him away from you for much longer than either of you hoped. But no matter how long it took for him to get back to you, or the amount of damage his body had taken while working, you’d always greet him with a smile. You push away all your questions and worries for the next day, content on just having him back in your arms, feeling his heart beat underneath your palm while he holds onto you tightly.

You would never be able to read Leon's mind, you thought it would be difficult to do even if you possessed that kind of power, but when his face softens as he looks at you while you help him wash away his aches and pains, you have a good idea of what's going through his head.

This time is no different.

You're sitting on the edge of your bathtub, combing your fingers through Leon's wet hair while he sits in the warm water. He hadn't said much since he walked through the door, just a simple, "Missed you, love you." You never pushed him to talk too much when he gets home, you just want him to tell you if he's hurt badly, which he hardly ever is.

There are bruises splattered across his body, all in different shades of purple and yellow. There were a few gashes that had been stitched up before he came home to you, thankfully no broken bones, just a few more cuts along his face and arms, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. You knew that the government would do a checkup on him after he finishes a mission, but you liked to look him over again in the odd chance that they missed anything or if he was trying to hide a wound from you.

He still hadn't eaten yet, but you wouldn't let it stay that way for long, you'd let him lay down in bed while you put some food together for the two of you. But he likes to sit in the tub for at least thirty minutes before he either decides he's hungry or the water's starting to cool down, you'd stay with him however long he wanted, though.

Leon shifted slightly in the tub, moving closer to you than he already was to rest his head against your thigh, the water from his hair seeping through your jeans while the soap clung to the fabric. He brought his arm up to rest over your knees, letting more water soak through your jeans while some of it ran down his fingers and onto the bathmat outside the tub. You smiled down at him, one of your hands leaving his hair to run down over the back of his neck and his shoulder blades.

You let your fingers trace over a bruise the size of your fist on the back of his shoulder, pressing against it gently. "How'd you get this one?" You whispered to him, watching as he rolled his shoulder slightly in response to your touch.

"I fell," He murmured against your thigh.

"You fell?" You giggled, letting your hand leave his shoulder and return to his hair while your gaze lingered on a few gashes on his back that had already been stitched up.

"It was raining and I slipped, sorry that I don't have a cool story to tell you." He huffed, nuzzling his face into the side of your thigh as he moved his arm back into the tub and instead let his hand rest on your knee, giving it a light squeeze.

"Do any of them have cool stories?"

"If you think me getting my ass kicked is cool, then yeah, I guess some of them do." You chuckled slightly in response, pulling your hands out of his hair to rinse the remaining shampoo off in the bath water.

"I'll ice your bruises for you later," You offered, bringing the cup you kept in the tub down to the water to fill it. "Tip your head back."

"Too cold," He mumbled softly, detaching himself from your leg and tipping his head back while you moved one hand to cover his eyes as you poured the water over his soapy hair.

"Yeah? You'd rather just let them heal for the next four days instead of three?"

"I can ice them whenever, it's no big deal."

"I get that, I'm just trying to take care of you." You say softly, removing your hand from his eyes and setting the cup of water back on the edge of the tub.

"I know, baby, I know." He quickly reassures you, laying his head back down on your thigh and pressing a kiss to your clothed leg. "It just doesn't need to get done tonight. Thank you, though."

"Yeah, of course." You nod, resting your hand on the back of his neck, letting your thumb trace over the skin that lays there.

"C'mon, let's go lay down." He pressed a few more kisses to the fabric of your wet jeans before he allowed you to stand, grabbing him a towel and holding it out to him as he got out of the tub. Leon dried himself off carefully, his body facing you as you leaned against the bathroom sink, watching him quietly.

Leon moves out of your way as you go to pull out the drain plug at the bottom of the tub, "What do you wanna eat?" You groan out softly as you stand back up, placing the bath plug down next to the cup on the edge of the tub. "If you want, I can make those little kraft mac'n'cheese microwave packages for us."

"Yes, please." He sighs softly as he wraps his towel around his waist, then grabbing you by the shoulders to place a soft kiss on your lips. "Don't take too long."

"I won't," You smile, leaning forward to kiss him gently. The kiss is only a second long, Leon chases after your lips as you pull away before he catches himself and freezes, you give his bicep a slight squeeze as you pull away and open the bathroom door.

You listen to the faint shuffling noises of Leon getting dressed in your bedroom down the hall as you microwave the small, plastic bowls of mac'n'cheese. Leon never asked you to put too much effort into cooking whenever he came home. Cereal, ramen, even just some slices of cheese and pepperoni would be fine for Leon as long as he'd be next to you in bed by the end of the night.

Leon was waiting for you underneath the covers of your shared bed as you entered your bedroom with your small dinner in each hand. He graciously accepts the food you hand to him, resting the hot bowl down on the blanket, watching you intently as you begin to change into your pajamas.

"I missed you," He mumbled to you, his eyes resting on your face as you adjusted your clothes.

"I know, you told me already." You smiled at him, sitting against the pillows on your side of the bed as Leon immediately moved to cuddle into your side.

"Thought you'd like to hear me say it again."

"I mean, I guess," You shrug jokingly, poking at your mac'n'cheese with your fork. Leon snorted slightly and rolled his eyes, leaning against you to press a kiss to your jaw before he began digging at his food.

Leon always watched you while the two of you ate in bed, focusing on the way your lips curled around your fork instead of focusing on the bowl in his hands. His eyes would trail from your lips to your eyes, patiently waiting for you to finish eating so you could pay attention to him again. There wasn’t a tv in your room, so you’d often fill the quiet void by telling him about your day or the things that you had done while he was away. He’d listen intently, even if what you were saying wasn’t all that interesting, he didn’t ask follow-up questions most of the time, instead focusing on the way your lips moved and the sound of your voice. Your days were mostly all the same; work was boring, you missed him, you went on a longer walk than usual and got a new treat from that bakery down the street, Leon loved hearing it all. He’d tell you a little a bit about his recent mission, leaving out most of the parts where he came too close to death, instead telling you about whatever scenery he saw that he deemed good enough for you to like and how well he fought.

Both yours and Leon’s bowls of mac’n’cheese are long finished by now, both of the bowls and forks left to rest on top of your bedside table until you threw them out the next day. You rested your head on his left bicep, tucked in close to his chest while you held his right hand in both your hands, your fingers running over his bruised knuckles. It was eleven, maybe eleven-thirty at night, you were well past tired, but Leon let you keep rambling on.

“I’m really happy you’re home.” You yawned, your grip on his hand and wrist tightening as you curled into him further.

“Me too,” He smiled, pulling your hands closer to his chest, he squeezed your hand back, shifting slightly to let you get more comfortable. “Go to sleep.”

“No,” Leon chuckled softly at the faint whine in your voice, watching as you let go of his hand and wrap them around his back, his hand that you were holding captive finding purchase on the skin of your waist underneath his old sweatshirt that you took as your own.

“I’m gonna be here in the morning,” He whispered as he kissed your forehead, running his hand up and down your side. “Just go to bed, baby. Don’t you need your beauty sleep?”

“Yeah, but I missed you.”

“I know that, I missed you, too. But you also look really tired right now and it’s late.” He squeezed your waist, moving his arm out from underneath your head to wrap around your shoulders. “I could listen to you talk on and on for hours, but right now I wanna fall asleep next to you. We can sleep in tomorrow, I’ll spend all day with you.”

“M’kay…” You yawned again, letting his quiet voice coax you further into your drowsiness. “You’re not hurt too bad?”

“No, you’re a great doctor.”

“Alright,” You nodded, lifting your head slightly to kiss him. “Goodnight.” You murmured against his lips, feeling him smile and run his hand along your spine.

“Sweet dreams, go to sleep now.” He whispered, tucking you back into his chest, feeling your heart beat against his chest as your breathing evened-out, signaling you falling asleep in his arms again.

[solkara]

❛ 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐘 , alicent hightower and rhaenyra targaryen ❜

⌗ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 , as the eldest and only heir to viserys targaryen naturally you were born with more responsibilities than you could count your sister being one of them

⌗ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 , alicent hightower x male! targaryen! reader x rhaenyra targaryen

⌗ 𝐬𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 , omg this took forever to write but I think it was worth it hehe also this is quickly becoming one of my fav headcannons to write so def gonna do at least 2-3 more parts so stay tuned !!

previous part , house of the dragon masterlist

⌗ after the death of your mother everything around you seemed to change. you stopped fooling around with rhaenyra. instead you decide to throw yourself into your duties to ignore the pain you feel. which she did not enjoy. though you couldn't bring yourself to care. your father also declared that he would not wed another. which was a silent relief for you as you did not wish to play house with a woman who wasn't your mother. but your father also said he was looking to find you a match. which brought attention to you for all the wrong reasons.

⌗ the following weeks were nothing short of painful. as women from all over the realm flocked to king's landing to throw themselves at you. in an attempt that you would take to them and make them your wife. your future queen. but truth be told none of them sparked your interest. which annoyed your father and delighted your sister. who had yet to convince your father to marry you to her. much to your relief.

⌗ now here you were. wandering the hallways in the dead of night to clear your head. you had expected there to be no one else awake at this hour but it seemed you were wrong. "my prince?" and there stood alicent. who you had not spoken to since the funeral. as it seemed that whenever the two of you were within distance of each other rhaenyra would step in and drag the other girl away.

⌗ "alicent what are you doing awake at this hour?" you asked slightly surprised to see the hightower girl wandering around at this hour. "I could not find sleep my prince" and for a slight moment. you wondered what could be troubling such a seemingly unshakeable woman. but you decided not to press the matter.

⌗ the silence lay over the two of you like a blanket. comfortable and soft. as the two of you ended up sitting next to each other on the floor. until you decided to speak. and from their the two of you spoke freely with each. freer than perhaps either of you had been before. as you two talked about everything and anything.

⌗ sharing everything from deepest secrets and fears to future plans and aspirations. and though this was the first full conversation the two of you had it felt like you had known each other forever. and it showed during the following moons as the two of you spent more and more time together. much to rhaenyra's dismay. but not even she could get in the way. as it was clear between you that the chemistry you shared with alicent was nothing short of electric.

⌗ and your father began to notice too. as one day after a small council meeting once again brought up the conversation of suitors and marriage. much to your annoyance. "and what are your thoughts on the lady alicent?" he asked watching your facial expressions very closely. as your features softened at the mention of the girl you had become so close with.

⌗ "what of her?" you asked unsure why your new friend was being brought into the conversation. "I think she would make a good wife for you as I can't help but notice the two of you have gotten closer in recent moons" you couldn't help but look at you father with a look nothing short of bewilderment.

⌗ alicent. as your wife. the thought had never crossed your mind but now it certainly had. as you wouldn't deny that she was beautiful as well as polite and kind. to you at least. you would be honoured to have her as your wife. but the last thing you wanted to do was force her into something she does not want. as her heart may already be taken by another. the thought made your heart clench slightly. as your chest was filled with an unfamiliar feeling. jealousy.

⌗ "I have talked to her father and he thinks it will be a wonderful match what do you think my boy?" your father asked once again. "may I have time to think about it father?" to which the king nodded. and with that you left to see alicent. to know that if this union were to happen. would she be happy with it or not. if she would hate you for the rest of your life or not. and you prayed to every god that ever existed that the answer was no. as the thought of her hating you. hurt in ways you didn't know you could be.

⌗ arriving in front of alicent's room. you were short of breath. knocking on the door. you enter once you hear a small "come in" from the other side. entering with haste you were then stopped in your tracks by the beauty that had been your rock for the last moons. the only person you felt understood you truly. "what's the matter is something wrong?"

⌗ "our fathers want to marry us off to each other" to which the girls expression went from concerned to shocked. "and what did you say?" alicent asked her eyes shining with something familiar. hope. "nothing yet I want to marry you but I came here because I wanted to ask you if you wanted this as I will not force you into a marriage you do not want beacuse I do not want you to hate me" you blurted out. now barely holding back tears.

⌗ approaching you quickly alicent cupped your face with her soft dainty hands. "I could never hate you" she said looking you dead in the eyes. "I too wish to marry you and it would make me the happiest woman on earth to be able to call myself your wife" and with that the two of you crash your lips onto each other in a passionate kiss. and once you broke apart the two of you walked hand in hand to your fathers to tell them the good news. to bad not everyone could be happy for you.

[anticanonsposts]

Hii

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

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

Tks 🤍

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

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

cw: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

notes:

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

[letstalkhockey]

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤.

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Sometimes people wait too late, and lose the opportunity. So what happens when Jack and Y/n find themselves in that exact position?

Y/n, being Jacks long-time bestfriend, has been in-love with the boy forever. What happens when she’s about to get married to another man?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: cursing, not proofread, other than that just pure angst and sadness ): (poor jack)

-Hi loves💕 I’ve missed Tumblr, and being on it with you all, but in my recent free time I took some time to write this fanfic, I haven’t decided on what I will be doing as of right now, I’m still staying away from my blog, but for now here’s this! Sorry it is not the most detailed, I haven’t wrote in awhile. Love you all. Xoxo

“Don’t marry him.” 

“What?” 

Taken aback, your head turned at the boy who sat next to you on the doc, his legs up too his chest whilst he held a beer in his hand. The only light making things visible was the bright light reflecting from the moon and whatever lights had been on the railings of the doc. The warm breeze of the mid-summer air blew over your bare legs that hung over the doc, your feet grazing above the water. 

“Don't marry him y/n.”

This time, you'd heard the boy much clearer, although you couldn't help the way your mind went blank.

You shook your head, not being able to hold back a laugh, “No- no, Jack. you don't get to do this to me.” You stood up from where you'd sat. Twas the night before your wedding, Which was being held in Michigan, your best friend Jack, and the rest of the Hughes family were kind enough to allow you and your fiance, Brad, to stay with them for the wedding at the lake house. Even throwing a party for the two of you just a few hours prior. 

And that's what brought you too now, sitting on the dock of the lake house, with your long-time best friend, Jack Hughes, whom you've loved ever since he shared his juicebox with you during 2nd grade recess. Going through highschool years later, only sparked your feelings that you held back. After highschool, when Jack got drafted, that same night, you confessed your feelings. But of course, Jack being Jack, he brushed you off and acted like nothing happened. Not one of you has brought up that night since. Yet, it still haunts you to this day. 

But now, out of all times, he decides to tell you not to marry the man you loved. The night before your wedding. 

“You're not doing this to me. Your not ruining My wedding.” You cry out, your arms flailing, Jack, placing his beer down, stood up in front of you. Looking at you with pleading eyes.

“Y/n-” 

You push him back by his chest, but he grabs ahold of both of your arms.

“No! No- no.” Tears filled your eyes, quick to roll down your cheeks. One of your biggest fears was for this too happen, and well won't you look at that.

“You had 3?- 3 Years! 3 whole years to tell me. To Tell me why I shouldn't marry him- and I wouldn't have. 3 Years and you didn't. It's too late Jack.” His eyes glossy, your cheeks stained. His mouth empty, yours filled with pain. 

You felt his grip loosen to either side of your arm.

“You don’t get to break my heart just because you can’t fix yours. I’m marrying him.”

He said nothing. For a good two minutes. It was silence, the only noise being the water splashing up against the shore

“I love you.” Jack whispered. 

“Your drunk.” You scoffed, eyes switching down to the beer bottle that sat next to his feet.

You wiped the tears off of your face, turning around and making your way up to the house from the doc. 

“I mean it- I’ve been in love with you since we were in highschool, and I- I’m an idiot for no telling you sooner-.” Jack said to you, but you continued to walk.

“I’ll see you at the wedding Tomorrow jack.” You yelled back. Your voice cracking.

He said nothing.

The rest of that night you spent awake, not only because of what Jack said, but also because now you weren’t sure if this wedding was a good idea. You loved him, but not the way you loved Jack.

“He’s not coming y/n,” Quinn spoke. The wedding music playing softly just past the door you stood behind with Quinn, and your bridesmaids.

He wasn’t seriously not going to show up, was he?

Quinn held his arm out for you to take. It was supposed to be Jack. He promised to walk you down the aisle.

The door opened, you looked around, no jack. Looking to your right, you watched as Quinn mouthed an ‘im sorry’, you have him a half heartedly smile, your eyes watering, grabbing onto his arm, which was supposed to be jack. 

Walking down the aisle, you watched your fiancé, the man whom you loved standing at the alter waiting for you. In that moment, you realized you may never love him the way you love Jack, but that he always loved you. More than jack ever did.

Fuck you, Jack.

[natti-ice]

No Rest For The Wicked- Dean Winchester.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Summary: Dean’s one year life contract is coming to an end, Y/N fears this will be her last chance with Dean. Set in the episode of the same title.

Warnings: major character death, written in third person (she/her pronouns) (1.1k words)

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

The past year had definitely been wild. More demons, ex-girlfriends, selling souls, all of this in a short period of time.

What Dean did was stupid, everyone knew that. His anger and sadness took over his already not-so-logical brain. He couldn't let that hold him back anymore.

He can't take by what he did. Now, he's waiting for his final hour. Sam's efforts for trying to get his brother out of this deal, seem to all fall short. He didn't want to lose his brother for something so foolish.

These events haven't been so great for Y/N either. She had only been in the business for a few years, she started after she met the Winchesters. They became close after the boys had removed a poltergeist from her apartment.

She saw this as an opportunity for a new life, full of adventure and being able to help people from evil. She's been running around the country with them ever since.

Her personality was the opposite of Dean's which would make you think they didn't like each other. But they were closer than she was with Sam. She balanced out the boys. They're bickering and constant fighting had decreased since they became a little group.

This soul-selling situation built a wall in their relationship. He didn't tell her what he was going to do nor did he tell her after the fact. She thought they shared everything, apparently, she was mistaken.

For a few days she didn't speak to him, which was awkward since they still would share a bed. Dean would refuse to sleep with Sam and he wouldn't let Y/N sleep on the floor so he made her sleep next to him.

Thankfully, he took her aside and apologized for not telling her what he'd done. He hated that he did that to her, it pained him to see her upset.

He'd always been so fond of Y/N, he couldn't explain why. She was the coolest chick he'd ever met and she took care of him when he didn't know he needed it. There may have been a feeling or two somewhere in this friendship, but neither of them knew how to express it properly.

-

They have been looking for Lilith for what seemed like ages. Sam had been trying to get the two of them to listen to Ruby. It's kind of hard to trust a demon when they're trying to kill you all the time.

Ruby had insider knowledge of Lilith, why shouldn't they trust her? At this point, desperation had taken over Sam. His options were sparse, he'd blindly follow a demon if that meant saving his brother.

Y/N had a feeling that trusting her wasn't a good idea. It seemed too good to be true. A demon who doesn't like being a demon? sketchy. She told them about how she felt, but this seemed like a family matter.

It was the day before everything had gone down, before they went to New Harmony. The group had been researching, Y/N wasn't sure what they were looking for. It felt like they were just killing time as the end approached.

She was staring at some sixteenth-century book, her eyes heavy. Trying to understand old English isn't an easy task. She sets down the book deciding it was useless at this point. She went into the small motel bathroom to get ready for bed.

Sam was already in bed, Dean was wide awake sitting at the small table in the room. Y/N knew he must've been exhausted, the past few months wore everyone down.

"Dean you should get some rest" she said

"Yeah" he sighed getting up from the table, climbing into bed next to her. She turned off the side table light, turning so her back is facing him. 

Dean stared at the ceiling, not thinking about sleep. His mind raced with images of what he feared was his future. He felt Y/N tossing and turning trying to get comfortable until she gave up.

Now she was facing him, it was too dark to see if he was awake or not,

"Dean?" she whispers

"Yeah?"

"Are you afraid?" she had been thinking about this since the day she found out about his deal with the devil. It must be eating at him, terrified of what's to come.

"Very" he admits turning to face her "I don't have any faith in these plans to save me"

"Don't say that, maybe there's a chance" she didn't sound too convinced herself

"Y/N, you and I both know better. I'm going to die"

"I don't like to think about that, makes it too real" the small amount of light shining in the room highlighted her face, Dean could see the pain on her face

"Everything will be okay Y/N, I promise" He took his hand and light cusped her cheek "You and Sammy will be fine without me, you'll go on kicking demon ass while I'm in the firey swimming pools of hell"

"It's not funny, Dean" she stifled a laugh, lightly hitting his chest 

"I know" his voice extremely low

She could see the outline of his face, tracing every sharp feature in her head so it's stuck in her memory. 

In the back of her mind, she thought something would happen between them. They shared many stolen glances over the past year or so, both seemed to be scared to allow themselves to be happy. If they furthered their relationship, it would make their job more dangerous. Too many emotions to cloud their judgment.

This was the end, that stuff didn't matter anymore, it was time to stop holding back. She slightly sits up, leaning down toward Dean catching his lips with hers. He was a little off guard but immediately kissed her back.

She pulled away, not wanting to get carried away, especially since Sam was like two feet away from them.

"What was that for?" Dean asked taken aback

"Might be my last opportunity to go for it" she answered, he could hear the smile in her voice

"I think this is a good way to go out" he says going in for another kiss

As their make-out session got more heated, his hands started to travel down to her waist. Making her push him away

"nope, not now" she told him

"C'mon, these could be my last hours on Earth" he pleaded

"How about, if you make it out alive, I'll think about it" 

"Fine" he sighed "you're such a tease" he whispered in her ear

She kissed his cheek, cuddling into his chest. He wraps his arms around her, holding her tight against him. He didn't want this moment to end, he knew it would be his last great memory.

"Ahem" Sam clears his throat "You guys are gross"

"Sorry bro" Dean fake apologized

What followed this event was heartbreak. They found Lilith, they just weren't powerful enough to defeat her.

Dean had to make good on his end of the deal. All of their efforts were for nothing.

Sam lost his brother and Y/N lost her love.

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[yujeong]

There's this idea that possessed me the other day, and since I don't trust myself to be able to write it at all in fic form, I'm going to share it: Pete experiencing symptoms of narcolepsy post-canon Pete feeling tired all day after they leave the hospital with Vegas and Macau but paying it no mind - he barely slept the past month after all, it's logical that he feels this way. Pete trying to sleep at night but being unable to, again paying it no mind - he's anxious about Vegas, he can't sleep without sensing his breath on his skin, without hearing his heartbeat. Pete at the verge of sleep seeing Vegas' bloody corpse on the floor next to him - it scares him shitless but the excuses never stop. It'll be fine, he'll adjust to his new reality, Vegas will get better, he'll get some sleep soon, it'll be fine. Except Pete eating breakfast with Macau and out of the blue collapsing on the table, his head falling onto the plate with the food Vegas prepared for him to eat. He's awake, he can hear Macau screaming his name and asking for Vegas to come and check because Phi fainted, except Pete hasn't fainted, he's wide awake, but he can't move and he can't open his eyes or his mouth to tell Vegas he's fine, and he's sorry for ruining the food he went in the trouble of making. He tells him eventually when it passes and he can open his eyes again and he can apologize to a frantic Vegas who's inspecting him all over and cleaning the mess he made on his cheek and his hair. He convinces Vegas to let it be and that it's probably because he's tired. Pete driving with Vegas on the passenger's seat when suddenly the tiredness is so overwhelming he falls asleep. It happens so quickly he doesn't register the consequences of it, how it'll lead to a crash, how he's going to lose Vegas and it's going to be his fault again, just like back then. He wakes up to find Vegas shaking him with teary eyes, screaming his name while being in evident physical pain. Pete wants to let it go, it's fine, he's just tired, except it's not fine because he's careless, he almost killed Vegas, but he can't have him being in distress. Porsche eventually comes to pick them up - they were on their way to meet him anyway. Pete didn't trust himself enough to drive. ^those are the two main ideas I have at the moment + another one which would be a variation of this: Pete experiences an intense emotion (I'm thinking either stress or laughter, it depends on the context) and losing control of his muscles again. It'd fuck up Vegas tenfold if the reason for that emotion was him :) One last thing: There's no cure for narcolepsy. You can only treat some of the symptoms with medication and lifestyle changes. Would you like to know what one of the options for medication is? Well:

Now wouldn't that fuck up Vegas' little mind just a bit? Mmm, I wonder. Decisions, decisions... (Everything I've found about narcolepsy so far is from this article my beautiful beta shared with me. I want to study narcolepsy a lot more to see how it could be used for this story, if I end up writing it.)

[toon-topaz]

HIII so basically i am obsessed with your vampire if. I've never even had a specific fixation on vampires lol but i LOVE the idea of giving subaru even more reason to be paranoid of the people around him!!! :D ALSO ALSO the trauma of being killed by vampires?? beings he idolises?? Something else he'll probably have a breakdown about yay!!! ^^ ANYWAY if you don't mind me asking how do you think him being human would affect his relationships with others who know/don't know?? Like in canon he's already an incomprehensible weirdo but now that he's ACTIVELY trying to hide something do those not in the know suspect/distrust him even more?? For those that DO know how do they feel about it?? Do they have to like. Actively cover up for him when he slips up?? Does the shared secret bring them closer?? e.g., in Pristella haha what do you mean its suspicious that you've never seen Natsuki eat?? Now that i think about it since Emilia's been established as a subpar liar its probably Otto who has to save Subarus human ass lol assuming he's eventually told as a part of his camp. Sorry for the uncomfortably detailed ask lmao ur au just grabbed me by the throat and wouldn't let go!!

Oh please don't apologize, I am absolutely delighted to be getting interest in my silly little au :D

I’ll try my best to answer all your questions but feel free to ask more or just throw in some ideas of your own hehe, either in reblogs or DMs I don’t mind.

So yes absolutely he will be having many breakdowns about it on top of your usual “stuck in a timeloop of death” breakdowns lol. He learns very quick why being in a world full of vampires is absolutely not fun, and to be fair he did sort of assume he’d get turned at some point and get to live as one. Alas, he’s simply too fragile to withstand the process, if he even gets that far before just dying of blood loss. He’s very tasty.

His relationships with everyone are made even more complex than they already are by the fact that they could straight up kill him if they pick him up wrong. He has to walk on eggshells and he hates it, and so do they. He’s trying so hard to be a tough masculine man like his father, hell he likes being all rough and tumble and play fighting and all that, but he just can’t. Back home he was at least fairly fit and resilient but here, in comparison to everyone else (even the village children)? He feels utterly worthless, and it absolutely starts to skew his sense of self. Was he ever even that athletic? Has he always been so breakable, or is it just that everyone here is superhuman? It’s not even limited to just Reinhard or Garfiel anymore, it’s everyone, including random thugs. The malnutrition from a lack of a balanced diet in the first few months aren’t helping his physical state, nor is the insomnia.

It isn’t helped by the fact that after just a couple loops, he’s legitimately quite afraid of his friends and enemies alike. He doesn’t hold a candle to them, and if any of them were so inclined to harm him, if they suddenly became hostile (he’s carrying a LOT of miasma, AND his human blood is like ambrosia to pretty much every vampire), there would be quite literally nothing he could do to stop him. And the only failsafe he has is rewinding time a bit to try and stop whatever happened from happening this time.

His developing brain is pretty much fucked, because while he’s terrified of his friends he still loves them all so very much, even the ones who have actually killed, maimed, tortured and/or eaten him. The idea of love in his mind goes hand in hand with fear and pain, and there’s no separating it at this point, which leaves him at once incredibly wary and paranoid, and paradoxically very susceptible to manipulation. He can’t hold it against them, if they get a whiff of his blood they can’t help it, no matter how many nights he spends awake and trembling under his covers. The only one he doesn’t fear like this is Beatrice, because she isn’t a vampire. Once they form their contract he at least has someone to hold onto and keep an eye on the door for him. Beatrice swears she won’t let anything get him in his sleep, and she means it.

The one boon all this has given him, if you can call it that, is that it’s turned him into a VERY good liar. He’s much better at improvising a cover story than his canon counterpart, even able to keep track of multiple lies at once. He allows himself to be a bit more open with his own camp, who all are informed eventually, and with a little bit of help from resident fraud expert Otto, he’s able to have a fully crafted and rehearsed backstory, paperwork and all. He’s only this weak because he’s afflicted with a chronic sickness that stunts his vampiric powers. Yes, it’s permanent, it’s a family curse. Don’t worry about how there’s no records of such a disease existing outside of this one certificate that definitely wasn’t forged.

The constant lying is isolating, but at least this secret is one he keeps on purpose, for a very good reason. At least it’s not something he physically cannot talk about lest he and his loved ones be violently punished, like that other thing. Thanks Satella.

As for how everyone else feels about this, I’ve mostly detailed it in that other post (that I have a followup reblog to in the works I promise), I can link it in the replies if you haven’t seen it.

The whole Priestella thing would be VERY funny though, and by funny I mean horrifying, because these damned Archbishops are even scarier now. I haven’t yet thought about how Dragon’s Blood would affect him differently but man it sure is fun to think about.

Anyways yea that’s my brain dump for now uwu, hope you enjoyed and again, don’t be afraid to start a conversation I love to chat

[seirooo0]

Rui lacks in content so much I'm gonna strt crying, anyways take this rui x reader I made out of desperation for rui oneshots

words: 2,806 💀

plot: u sick as fuck and rui takes care of you

gn reader, use of you/your pronouns, also established relationship

What a great day it was for you— was something you wish you could've said but unfortunately, "sick days" exist (you probably forgot about them with how "healthy" you are). Spending the day doing nothing but dreading the headaches and the pain of being sick, maybe you're too dramatic that you'd fit in a theatrical scene but this is what it felt like for you. How long has it been since you last fell ill? It felt like a millennial or it's an exaggeration.

You wouldn't mind having such a day today, but it's so damn boring for you. Nothing to do all day other than resting and eating and resting, or perhaps you're into that if you're such a lazy guy. But anyone with shame in themselves wouldn't use this excuse to skip school, you're not an asshole after all. Clearly, you're worried about what's happening at school right now. Given that you had a test today, but your mother seemed persistent to make you stay in bed. Quite annoying, but it's the motherly nature in her, you can't blame her at all for worrying. Looking dully at the ticking clock, you wondered; how many hours had passed by now? With nothing to do, no sort of entertainment (you chose not to use your phone for health's sake), and you're just literally laying in bed like some sort of corpse in a coffin; motionless as hell.

And either your mom was so nosy that she had to call your boyfriend (weirdly enough, can't she just call dad or you're dadless (I'm sorry)) or one of your friends noticed that you weren't around so they called Rui in to visit you. But right now, all you know is that the purple male is right in front of you, cooking something in the kitchen. You had to drag yourself out of bed just to see who the hell entered, you would've freaked out but then you remembered your mother probably gave him the spare keys that you were looking for for the past 3 months. Standing behind him, you covered yourself in your blanket as if you're freezing to death, and you wondered if it's even enough to warm you up despite the scorching weather outside right now. Rui felt your presence almost immediately by the time you entered, and on his face he wore his signature cat-like grin (something that you always wondered; is he some sort of cat reincarnation or what) "You're awake, or perhaps you weren't sleeping at all? I heard you were sick today, so I came here just to watch over you, dear." He said, and despite his little cat-like grin, you can tell he's worried about you. "And which bastard?" "Don't call Tsukasa a bastard! Do you want me to snitch on you?" He replied with a laugh, honestly, it doesn't make a difference. You kind of wished Tsukasa pretended you existed in school today, but with how much you two hung out together you figured that won't be the case. "What about classes?" "Oh, don't worry about that, worry about yourself first." With his simple retort, you figured he might've skipped classes today just to tend you. You feel a little guilty now, but sometimes you're an ass. You kinda don't care about that, at least he's spoiling you (no shame at all, it seems). Maybe sick days aren't as bad as you thought.

"Come on now, standing up won't do at all." He said, and clearly you could feel some sort of evil teasing intent. And surely enough, without warning he lifted you up as if you're a small little thing (with his height, it's almost impossible you're not at least a few centimeters smaller than him unless) and what's worse, it's bridal style. Anyone who has no idea that you two are in highschool would mistake you two for an old married couple but Rui's uniform is still on, so that's a given. "H-Hey!" "Don't squirm around now, or else I might drop you!" The male laid you down on the sofa, which is fortunately comfortable enough to lay down on. You watched as Rui fixed the blanket for you, neatly covering you up like some sort of delicate, beautiful thing. "Now then… Hmm.. I'm less experienced with these types of things, but I assure you I'll take care of you, okay dear?" You feared he may blow up your kitchen with his limited culinary skills and with how experimental he tends to be, but right now he looks promising. You simply nodded your head, giving him a soft smile that would easily melt his heart but of course, this is Rui. You wished you would've seen him blushing a little more though. "Yeah, but isn't carrying me a little too much? I can walk, mind you." "Fufu~ I just wanted to be as close to you as possible. is that the answer you're looking for?" And like the usual you, his words managed to tug your heartstrings, enough to make you blush. His choice of words and his charm always managed to hit your heart like cupid's arrows whenever he's around. And thinking about him like this makes it feel like you guys aren't dating, that was 4 months ago dear, you already have his heart and he has yours. "Anyway, stay put alright? I'll bring you some tea and some porridge." He said, his figure slowly getting farther and farther away from you and towards the kitchen. You watched him attentively, and it's probably the sickness hitting you like alcohol but you seem to notice every little detail in your surroundings but specifically; on him. The way sunshine hits him that he seems to have come out of a beautiful photograph, his golden eyes shining in the dimly lit kitchen, you thanked the weather with how sunny it is today, otherwise you wouldn't witness such a scene. Everything feels as if it came out of a dream, that it took you a few moments to realize he's walking towards you. And like the observant little shit he is, he always seems to notice your actions the same way you take note of every detail in today's scene. "You always seem to love staring at me, don't you?" He teased, breaking you out of your dreamy reverie of him. His head tilted at an angle as he placed the tray of food on the center table, sitting down next to you. "Can you feed yourself, or would you like for me to feed you?" You can't tell if he's teasing you or if you're really high from your fever, he looked at you awaiting an answer that you can't seem to find in your head. How empty was it at the moment? I doubt you can even think straight. And for anyone who knew you as a complete stranger with no deep knowledge of each other, your prolonged staring could become off-putting. Thank the gods Rui was patient with you, but since you couldn't answer he decided to take things to his own accord. Right now, all you can see is him picking up the bowl of porridge and the spoon, you've already forgotten his question and looked at him in complete confusion. He seemed to notice that little expression on your face. "Well, it doesn't seem like you want to feed yourself. I'll do it for you instead." He said with such a smile, you can't tell if it's a cheeky one or a warm smile, all you knew is that you'd fall head over heels for him all over again like this is the first time you've seen such a man so fine (despite his awful choice of casual clothing and his eccentricity).

Bringing the spoon-full of the porridge, he brought it closer to your mouth (he made sure it's cool enough to swallow down), and with a bit of reluctance you opened your mouth and ate up the food he had offered. He seems to be pleased that you didn't deny it at all. This cycle continued on until the bowl was empty, you wondered how much time had passed because for you, it felt like hours. Handing you the cup of tea he prepared, Rui took the dirty dish and went ahead in the kitchen to wash it. Today seems calming, he wasn't acting out his usual teasing bullcrap which was a little odd. You watched him wash the dishes, weirdly enough you seem to focus on him more than anything today. And you're sure he noticed that from the moment you two had seen each other in the house. Comfortable silence engulfed the both of you as Rui worked on the dishes and you stayed on the couch, sipping the warm tea he had prepared for you. The taste of the porridge was still on your tongue, and if you were to be completely honest it doesn't taste really well. But you couldn't really voice that out, unless you're a cruel bastard or some sort of brutally honest person, regardless you kept those words to yourself. But Rui can tell you didn't like it from the moment your face contort to an expression similar to disgust, and you feel a little bad you wished you could've hid it better the same way he hides every emotion with such a calm demeanor. Upon taking your final drink of tea, you looked back at him and with perfect timing, he's done cleaning the dishes as well. Rui looked back at you while he's wiping his hands, he simply gave you a smile before walking back towards you. You're not quite used to this side of him if you were to be frank. "You act weird today." You said, and you just realized the word choice of yours. How stupid, you thought, you could've said "odd" or anything similar to that. But well, he didn't seem offended by that, rather he just gave you a simper grin as he sat down on the couch (with what's left of an empty space, since you're laying down) "Do I? I don't seem to understand what you mean, elaborate please!" That came out more unserious than what you had expected, but this is Rui after all. And it's not a heavily serious situation, both you and Rui knew that given by the light atmosphere around you two. This time, you actually took enough consideration with your words making sure no sort of misunderstanding happens "You don't seem to be— well… Rui? How do I put it into words..—" And as if he's reading your mind, he immediately replied to you with a knowing smile "You mean the usual teasing and the eccentricity everyone and you know me for?" He looked at you with arms crossed, and you nodded ever so slightly. It feels a little embarrassing to voice that out now. "Well, I figured you're not in the mood for that since you're sick. And don't I throw in some jokes for a light-hearted atmosphere? Did the sickness get to you so bad now, dear?" Oh, and the usual him is back. You smiled at his consideration, though you wanted to say he can just keep his usual teasing around, a moment like this isn't so bad once in a while. Sure, you kind of miss it (even if it's just a single day without it), but it can't be helped now, can it? You let out a chuckle "Maybe? Well, it's a natural thing I suppose." He let out a laugh as a response.

Rui's hand gently landed on your forehead, checking your temperature. He treats you so delicately that you wished it was an everyday experience. You took a mental note of getting sick again some other time for him to dote on you all over again. "Hm, your temperature is still high… I'll go get a wet cloth for you." That was the last thing he said before standing up and leaving you behind. Sounds sad doesn't it? Don't be so gloomy now, he just went to the bathroom to get a basin and a cloth to soak it in water. Generic first fever kit, the same way your mother always does, don't you know that? But knowing you, you're a clingy bastard towards him. It's not a surprise you'd like to be near him almost all the time. And it just became worse with your fever putting you in such a silly little goofy mood that you don't want him to leave at all. Oh, and while you're doing your little monodrama, he just came back and it hasn't even been an hour. Yeah, this is all the work of your fever, sure. And you're not quite sure what kind of expression you were making, but Rui looked at you in amusement (kinda worrying, don't you think?) "Is my brief disappearance such a huge problem that you'd be making an expression beyond describing?" Frankly, you wished he wasn't such a teasing type of guy, but here's the situation you ended up in. You looked at him with a cranky expression and he simply laughed as a response. Watching him place down the small basin on the table, you wondered if this was even necessary at all if you were the type to just sleep off an entire fever and wake up all healthy again. His hands squeezed out any excess water on the cloth before placing it on your forehead, the coolness was enough to make you relax as you let out a soft sigh. He looked at you with a small smile on his face before placing his hand on your head, "Get better soon, otherwise I might start missing you at school." he said, grinning playfully. You laugh at his little statement, kicking him playfully (since he sat by your legs). "Hey, hey!" "I'll be back in no time, I'm a healthy person after all unlike you." You joked, earning a little laugh from the man himself. Rui looked at you with a little coy smile before placing a hand on your head "Well, even so who knows if it'll be worse," He started as he planted a fleeting little kiss on your cheeks, enough to make you flush from surprise. "That's why I want to make sure you're alright so long as you're in my care, dear." His sudden endearment was a sure surprise for you. It doesn't mean he doesn't show any affection though, don't get me wrong, but to see him with such an expression full of genuine love and worry for you is such a dreamy scene. You wished you could see this almost everyday if possible. Sure, you miss his little antics, his teasing, but having something like this for compensation isn't so bad after all. You smiled at his little declaration, letting out a giggle, "I'll be alright, after all my dear Rui Kamishiro is taking care of me." You said, cringing a little at your choice of words. He seems to take that excellently, letting out a soft laugh before his hand (that was previously on your head) breaks contact. Oh how you wished it lasted a little longer.

"Then I'll let you rest, you can call me if you need anything.." He said, standing up and beginning to walk away and as if you were possessed by some unknown force, your hand reached for his, stopping him in his tracks. He looked at you, a little confused and curious. Gathering enough of your thoughts to construct a coherent sentence, you spoke out with what's left of your shame. Is it too much to ask if you simply wanted to be with him? "Stay with me for a little longer.." You managed to speak out after a moment of awkward silence. Rui looked at you, not reacting whatsoever. That simple action made you a little worried that subconsciously, you let go of his hand. But it didn't seem like that was his plan, as he immediately grabbed it again the moment you break contact with it. "No need to act so shy about it, why are you acting as if we're not dating?" He laughed out, before sitting on the floor, next to your face. It may be a way to tease you, perhaps, or he simply wants to be near you as possible. Either way, you smiled at his little gesture of endearment. "Thank you." "Anything for you, dear." Those were the last words you heard from him, drowsiness hitting you like a truck as you slowly fell into dreamland.

And as for how Rui is going to explain this to your mother if she ever found out he skipped school just to tend you, you can find out about that in another time.

I can't take it anymore doggey

[sunny-mercya]

Hey, Brother do you still believe in one another?

13. Osaka Trip - Fever Migraine

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader | Plantonic! Shinichi Kudo x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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Words like violence Break the silence

Come crashing in into my little world

Can't you understand oh my little boy

Pleasures remain So does the pain

You wished to be deaf—wanting, if you weren't chained, to stab repeatedly something into your eardrums and making them bleed—never wanting to hear your own voice—the banshee like screams of horror and pain which came ripping, like a claw, through your throat—ever again.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin, his fawning breath with his heavy breathing and grunts down your face—next to your ear—and your own disgusting shameful moans—which are mixed with the cries and screams of begging him to stop—just stop—and the breathless gaps of whimpering in between—are an cursed reminding melody in your mind.

Blood—your blood, so crimson and rich in colour—which, now dried and sticky on your skin, leaked—beside the white sperm, out from your below and leaving a puddle to lay in behind.

Daiki wasn't gentle (and never would be) like Heiji—whenever you both had sex, when that certain magnetic pull came over the both of you and bringing forth a passionate lust—no, Daiki was mercilessly and brutal.

Daiki had rammed, without warning and any preparations, inside you and with such a force it got you bleeding—but he didn't stopped, thrusting even deeper into you that you thought........what did you thought?

Ever since Daiki had you locked up—in sense of being bound, chained, to an room you couldn't escape out form—your head feels like a constant static, buzzing with way too loud sounds of crashing and hissing—a chalkboard scratching in your brain it was.

Consciousness comes and goes from you—barely awake during most times to really gather a proper sense of thoughts and neither aware of the surroundings—stuck in a dreamless—sometimes haunting—limbo of surrealism with its absurdity of illusion and loss for the reality you should feel to be in.

Minds so full of a daze, you believed first you're shitfaced drunk—only having come close to it, during a Disco night with Sachiko—and that's why you could barely remember in gathering your own thoughts.

But even so, if that would be the case, then why is this loopy feeling—which spins your head like a carousel around—still present?

A pressuring pain hammers in the back of your head and echoing through your skull—and even with this loopy feeling, you knew a Migraine was coming.

Migraines either coming in a hurricane full force or slow crawling towards you—whichever way it was, the immense pressuring pain—which could make you black out sometimes—was always the same and without any sort of painkillers or ice cold baths to help reduce it, the pain was unbearable to even consider to be awake at all.

Sometimes it got so bad—when your ears starts to feel clouded up with cotton, a shiver down your spine and the sensation of numb tingling through your body—you had the urge to vomit and cruel up.

And although knowing how awful your migraines are, you rather take this suffering—than the pain Daiki inflicts you with.

Daiki says it's love and you beg to differ—this is anything but certainly not love, because what he does to you is a twisted thing of humanity rottenness.

~~~

Unlocking your chains, Daiki hoisted you up and carried you into the bathroom downstairs. Sure, whenever he does it—quite frequently as Daiki likes, what he always would say without being asked, his dear husband nicely clean after rounds of endless love making—you could made a run for it, but with how loopy and tired you felt, it wouldn't be far.

»I know, I know, dear. You having a headache, but I'm here and got what you need.« hushed Daiki after he draws a bath—with too much bubbles in it and a strong fragrance smell—and sats you in.

Pouring a cup of water—the temperatures way too hot for your liking, skin melting it feels—over you and tilting your head back, Daiki shows the bright orange pill which he holds up.

»See? And I'll give it to you, if you giving me, your perfect husband, a kiss~« to prove his point, Daiki places the pill in between his lips.

Staring blankly at Daiki, you weighed this generous offer out—Daiki wasn't really a kind person and when he does such small gestures of kindness to you, it always end up with another stab of pain afterwards.

Kissing Daiki on your own—and not having his lips being forced on yours—would feel as if you really had cheated on Heiji now—it's already bad enough that you, unwillingly, slept with Daiki and this alone makes you ashamed enough and guilt ridden—and you couldn't do that to him.

Would Heiji even still want to be together with you, when you eventually break free from this starting of hell? Probably not.

»Oh?« was all Daiki said and in a flash of seconds, forced you underwater.

Your legs kicked up, splashing water everywhere. Mouth agape in a gaps of shock, letting the water inflate your lungs.

There's definitely a difference between trying to drown yourself and getting drowned by someone else—and the latter sparked more fear in you—as it resurfaced back the memory of when you were a child and accidentally slipping into a park pond, which also makes you hesitate to swim and step into water ever since.

Back at the surface, above the water, you coughed and coughed—getting the water out your lungs.

You wonder, if you somehow managed to kill yourself while being here—it wouldn't be too much of a disappointment for the others.

Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears

Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by

Once upon a time I was in Love

Now I'm only falling apart

Total Eclipse of the heart

[nebulousfishgills]

I recently extended Emily's transformation scene in Diplopia since when I originally wrote it I hadn't read Breaking Dawn or Life and Death to understand how transformation works in this universe (which I have since done) and figured I'd just post it here as well for funsies since I'm actually quite proud of it.

(Tagging @practically-an-x-man since I think you'll be interested)

Emily felt a sharp pain in her neck as she felt Caius' teeth sink into her skin. She seethed, feeling her blood trickle down the length of her neck. Caius let go, pulling back to show his lips stained with her blood. Emily only had a second to process it before she felt a clear burning sensation in her neck. At the moment, it wasn't as bad as she remembered getting struck by lightning had been, but it still hurt.

It got worse the more it spread, slowly and agonizingly, but Emily didn't dare scream in pain if she could help it. She sucked in rapid breaths through her teeth while letting out the occasional gutteral groan from the back of her throat. Once her body started rapidly twitching, the edges of her vision started to black out. Emily's lip quivered as Caius held her close, almost protective.

"It hurts..." She groaned, the only thing she would allow herself to say. The burning pain only grew worse, Emily shrieked through gritted teeth. Caius soothingly shushed her, dragging his fingers through her hair.

"I know, agapé. It's okay. Just let it happen." Caius said to her. He laid Emily back on the bed as she started seizing up. By now the pain was blinding, but Emily still refused to scream. She refused to show weakness, not even here.

The burn only continued to spread, reaching her arms and chest before long. Fire was a source of comfort for her, but now it felt like she was being roasted alive, tossed into a bonfire carelessly. The imaginary flames licked at her, melting her from the inside out. Was her hair even still attached? If her whole body was on fire, surely her hair was being singed off in the process.

Not my hair. I can't lose it again. Henry loves my hair.

Finally a loud, gutteral scream tore itself from her throat once the burn had reached her toes, her heart beating hard and fast as if to fight against the war within her body. Beating, bravely beating to resist the burn. Her last line of defense. But it ached, if not from the fight but from the hurt she'd felt before. Yearning for Caius to make the pain stop, for Henry to hold her, assure her that it would be okay. Keep fighting. It hurts, but you can't give up. You're strong, you'll endure this. You'll be okay.

It sounded like something he could have said many times in their past. The lab, the fall into the void... or maybe the voice she was imagining came from Caius right next to her, encouraging her to hold on. Suddenly she couldn't tell which was which. Reality seemed to blend with imagination, time seemed to slow and speed up all at once. Her eyes were open, then closed, then opened again, but it was dark either way. She thought she saw red, but it could also have been her mind imagining the flames that danced around her body. Consumed her.

How long had passed? Minutes? Seconds? Maybe even hours? She couldn't tell. Emily felt her body moving here and there, although she couldn't tell if someone was moving her or if she was spasming alone.

Maybe death wouldn't be so bad. Wasn't death supposed to be cold and dark? She craved the cold, whatever to soothe the burn.

I thought becoming a vampire was supposed to be an escape from my pain and fear, my way to finally feel peace. If this is peace, I don't want it. Just let me go home, please, I just wanna wake up and be home. Am I awake or asleep? Maybe I'm dying. It feels like I'm dying. Death sounds nice right about now. It's cold, probably peaceful. That's what Henry wanted for me, right? Peace? A nice, comfortable absence sounds wonderful.

Emily had no way of telling how much time had passed or was passing. Minutes felt like years, days felt like seconds. She heard voices through the burn, the fog, although they could have belonged to people or just risen up from her imagination.

Isn't she beautiful? She'll only get better. I didn't think it was possible for her to look even more beautiful. She's everything we'd hoped she'd be... I just wish you were here to see it.

You're so beautiful... We're going to change the world, just the two of us...

She's almost done, I think.

A perfect specimen. No doubt her strength will have grown... Alas, we have to leave her for now. I need you for something.

A specimen? She thought. No, I'm not a specimen. I'm a person. I stopped being a specimen ages ago.

Could you have used a more revolting descriptor? And no, you can surely handle it yourself. I don't want to leave her.

I need you for it, but if she wakes, you can come back.

Fine. I'll be right back, my love. You're being so brave... so strong... I love you.

Maybe it was seconds later, maybe an hour, but the burn, that horrible burn started to fade. She could feel her toes, her fingers. It was like she'd dipped them into an ice bath. Sweet relief that spread to her hands and feet. Slowly... although her heart, her poor brave heart only got hotter, beat faster. The very fires of hell descended upon her chest, only getting worse the more time passed.

Emily could feel her face cooling off, slight stretches of her skin as it almost reformed around her features. A tingle ran up and down her right half, dancing across where her scars should be. Things were shifting, or perhaps finishing their changes. Her heart beat faster and faster, growing hotter and hotter.

Feeling returned to her arms and legs. Her limbs and digits twitched experimentally, the movement felt refreshing. And smooth. Her torso cooled off, only left with her heart, beating faster than should be possible, hotter than all the other heat had been. Emily couldn't even scream, she just gasped for air that wouldn't come. She lurched, groaning before falling back.

Finally, finally, the burn faded. She would have thought death finally had claimed her had her awareness told her otherwise. Then, after a hard fought battle, her heart gave three final strong beats, Thor's last steps after defeating Jörmungandr. It's earned a nice rest.

Her heart and body finally stilled, allowing herself to sit in a perfect, burn free bliss.

[serenpedac]

A belated (...very belated) WIP Wednesday for you, as a thank you for reading my fic about Laika and Nate on AO3 ❤️

Please don't feel obligated to post it or even read it, I wanted to apologize for the tears and let you know I've decided to give it a happy ending 😊 (Maybe? We'll see where it goes.)

Serena wakes in the bedroom she had when she was twelve. She sits up, blinking slowly. Her vision is distorted, hazy, as though she's watching herself through a screen. The hands that reach out to touch the trinkets on the nightstand (a glass of water, some hair ties, some earrings, a photo in a frame, her father's wedding ring) feel like they're controlled by someone else. The room looks like it always does in her memories. A bed with pale pink sheets and that giant stuffed bear almost her size whose origin she can no longer remember (it is either a gift from her mother or it isn't, and both possibilities feel equally true) and gauzy curtains, so translucent the morning light would slide right through them and splash across her cheeks, staining her pink sheets with sun and startling her awake. In the doorway, Nate is waiting, looking back over his shoulder at her with that smile he wears that makes it feel like nothing bad has ever happened to her, and when she sees him in a room that no longer exists, she knows she is dead.

THIS!!! THAT LAST LINE! You capture that feeling of this being surreal, of Serena feeling this distance from her own body so so well and then those last five words *hit*. So. Good! That whole line about the light falling through the gauze curtains and splashing across her cheeks, it's beautiful! And Nate's smile!!

Okay okay *takes a breath*

Thank you so much for sharing this! And no need to apologise for the tears, your fic is gorgeous and I'm so grateful that you posted it to begin with, giving me a chance to read it. I actually went back to reread it a few days later and only then noticed the tag "pre-turning", which made me wonder if maaaybe there would be a happier ending after all. But I'm glad that I initially read it with the idea that there wouldn't be, because it hits differently that way. It really made me feel the pain that Nate must have felt in that moment (I'm tearing up just thinking about it again). Still, it makes me so happy to hear there will (may?) be a happy ending in the end.

This was such a wonderful ask to find in my inbox, thank you so much ♥️ Wishing you good luck with writing! I'm very much looking forward to reading more, whenever/if you're ready to share.

Also, for whoever else is reading this, you can find the fic on Ao3: In the Back of My Mind, I'm Still Overseas. It's also in my bookmarks on Ao3. It's gorgeous and heartbreaking and has been living rent free in my mind ever since reading it!

[practically-an-x-man]

how about madison ? how did she deal with her mutation appearing ? i feel like growing gills would be pretty painful

how did she manage when the brotherhood had her ? how did she react to having her mutation enhanced ?

also can you elaborate on her relationship with alex ? how did they meet ? how did they get together (i think) ? (on a you level—why him ? not ‘cause i hate him or anything just curiosity lol)

oooh thank you so much for the ask!!! So first off, all of this is covered in Smoke and Mirrors, but that fic is super long and I by no means expect you to devote so much time into reading it

Answers under the cut since this is probably gonna get kind of long:

In terms of her initial mutation back when she was 13, she actually took it fairly well. There was shock, of course, but she almost saw it as a sign of what she was meant to be - she was already a swimmer, after all, so there was a part of her that could never hate something so tied to what she loved.

But in terms of her mutation enhancement from the Brotherhood... that one was tough. She wasn't awake for the change itself - she had tried to escape, and Emma caught her and psionically put her to sleep, which is when they have her the serum - so she didn't feel the pain of growing those fins and gills, though it would have been very painful otherwise. It mainly just left her feeling betrayed and violated, having it enhanced against her will like that. On top of that, Emma essentially manipulated her and toyed with her mind about the whole thing, and it ended in her feeling incredibly self-conscious about her new enhancements. Part of it also was the loss of physical "humanity" - her mutations before were subtle enough to fall into suspension of disbelief, wouldn't draw too much attention, but the same cannot be said about her enhancements. It was a really difficult thing for her, but she managed to work through it in the end and get comfortable with herself again.

In terms of her capture itself, she's a fighter by nature. She tried to escape using only a pocketknife, and nearly succeeded. The only time they could get her to stop fighting was by making her cell so cold it sent her into torpor (basically hibernation), otherwise she'd just have kept attempting escape until she either managed it or was rescued by the X-Men. But with mental and physical manipulation at play, it was a lot harder for her. She's among my most resilient characters, but I'd say that brought her to her breaking point.

Now for the happier stuff :)

She first met Alex during the X-Men/Brotherhood battle at her home campsite. Erik had tossed him into a semi-frozen lake, and Madison brought him back to her cabin to warm up after the battle was over. She lit a fire and shared a meal with him and the X-Men, though she didn't really make any significant connections - she didn't want to at the time, she likes being alone.

When she got injured and was dropped off at the X-Mansion, she ended up mainly getting closer to Alex as she healed. She needed to rely on someone, at least in some capacity since she was injured, and she figured that getting close to Alex would be easiest in the long run - he was so brash and prickly, it would be easiest to cut ties once she was healed and decided to leave. He was the safest option, essentially. She didn't want to get close to anyone, and neither did he.

....But obviously that backfired on her. We both know Alex is a nicer guy than he lets on, and Madison needed connection more than she realized. Obviously this is true for all the X-Men, and she became close friends with each of them, but even more with Alex. They ended up getting close before either of them really realized how deep it went. I'd argue they fell in love before they even entered a relationship, and didn't even know it at the time. There was a lot of extended flirting, some unresolved tension during a few of the missions, a few moments where one of them realized the other was a bit more compassionate than they let on... y'know, the works. I'm actually really proud of their slowburn and the dynamic of their relationship (it's very jokey and bantery in public, the romance is more behind closed doors). The way they got into a relationship was actually somewhat normal (they went for a hike and Alex asked her out), but there was a lot of trust-building to get to that point since they both had trauma to work through.

And why Alex? Cause he'd underrated as a character, for one, and I don't think the movies really gave him the depth he deserved. I wanted to explore more of those inner layers past the old "grouchy bad boy" thing that was obviously a facade from the beginning. This fic is as much an exploration of Alex's character as it is an OC fic, and that's the way I like it. The OCs are just the vessel to drive the story in the direction I want it to go. (And because, let's be real, Lucas Till is a work of art)

[mannatea]

The World Could Be Beautiful, a Tales of Symphonia ‘fic (Chapter 12)

Word Count: 62,282 Summary: After a chance encounter in Izoold, Raine and Regal both get a lot more than they bargained for. (A one-night stand 'fic with consequences.) Chapter Summary: Baby names. Pairing/Characters: Regal/Raine, Genis, George, Lloyd, Colette and assorted OCs as the story requires. Zelos shows up later. Warnings: Blanket warnings for the entire fic: pregnancy (and all that comes with it), discussion/mention of abortion, power imbalance, fantasy racism. Rating: Explicit. (Sex is in this chapter.) Genre: Romance/angst/friendship vibes.

The title is the link to Ao3 for Chapter 12!

Notes (to be read after the chapter) under a cut:

I don't have too much to say for this chapter. I liked the symbolism of Raine giving up her exsphere here, and how that sort of...seeks to support Lloyd and Colette's journey.

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As far as baby names go, this is always a bit of a difficult thing to address in fanfic, I think. Everyone tends to have their own idea of what names feel "fitting" and which don't. That said, Raine and Regal are both fairly practical people, so it's not hard to imagine them coming up with several names with the intention of narrowing it down.

Raine's a bit awkward here because it's just one of those things where you really want to be on the same page as your partner, but it's not a guarantee, and she feels weird about being open (and therefore vulnerable in that way).

I also don't think Regal is a bad name, but I imagine if I was the person saddled with the name, I wouldn't much care for it. It could certainly be worse (his name could actually be Duke or Noble or something, after all) but it does have this...air of self-importance about it that he would NOT want to saddle a child with.

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Raine has RLS. I said this earlier but here is a scene with it in action. Hers is mostly due to nerve damage thanks to an old injury that could not be better healed, and it's very frustrating to deal with (mostly in that the constant moving to keep the pain at bay keeps her awake and is likely to also keep her bedpartner awake). She tries to be courteous at least...

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This is definitely NOT the life Raine would have chosen for herself; she would have preferred something quieter and easier.

I wanted to kind of show that she wishes things were a bit different/easier for her, while also acknowledging that she's not unhappy or anything. It's kind of...just the way life works in reality? You can't have everything you want always. In any relationship there's usually some kind of sacrifice to be made.

She is okay with things turning out this way, but with the baby almost there she's getting nervous about the societal pressure.

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Yeah yeah, after George called her less than a dog and she's been called a dog/mutt/mongrel for being a "half breed"—I feel like there's some baggage with doggy-style sex that they really wouldn't want to bring up or talk about, but which would...definitely be on both their minds.

That said, she's 7 months pregnant and there aren't a lot of positions she'd find comfortable or sustainable, especially since she's dealing with back pain. Under normal circumstances I don't think Regal would care enough about trying it with her to even bring it up. (This is a special case, though.)

Speaking of Regal, he strikes me very much as the sort of person to want to be able to see his partner's face when he has sex with them, so this position isn't ideal for him. I typically write Raine where she can almost go either way early in a relationship, but at this point she draws some comfort in being seen/in her partner wanting to see her, so losing that feels...strange.

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A bit of a shorter chapter but Genis will show up again next chapter I promise! <3

[thatsneakymedic]

Sasori was late to his meeting with Kabuto. He was never late. And if that wasn't bad enough, he was hungover from a night of drinking and woke up in a hotel room after an unknown one-night stand--no idea who was it as they were long gone by the time he was up, maybe for the best. He was never drinking King of the Night Sake again. Fuck him.

" I'm 'ere, I'm 'ere. Bleedin' 'ell my 'ead. Oi, Kabuto! Listen 'ere: never--an' I mean never--drink King of the Night Sake. Worst 'angover of yer life! An' you'll go to bed with a iffy bloke--er shelia. I don't 'member which it was but whoever they was, 'ad silver 'air. Spent all mornin' pluckin' it outta my joints--an' other places. Hmm. . .now I think 'bout it, silver 'air like you but ain't in no Hell I fucked you! Ugh, it best not be 'idan either. "

" Anyway, where's that report? 'and it over so I can get back to base. I need a bloody nap. "

@reddawnmultimuse

Not wanting to waste anymore time nor is curious enough to start investigating on what really happened other than the obvious. Right away, he immediately left the hotel room and paid the bill and then headed straight for the bathhouse to use the public bathroom and shower to wash off any kind of scent, fluids, drool, bruises, marks, his shame... everything as long as he can feel clean again. He wasn't really feeling any sense of trauma or anything, more like just annoyance that he had let down his guard and allow this to happen in the first place.

Even to be 100% sure, he even used a personal STD test from the local pharmacy just in case and he's so relieved that he's in the clear as well. Considering that he almost never has unprotected sex.

Thankfully, he was at the meeting spot first before Sasori could show up, since he realized that he had accidentally spilled that godforsaken sake on it and almost smudged the writing. So he had to rewrite it's contents on a newer and more clean scroll. Hopefully Sasori doesn't mind the bland looking scroll.

An hour later...

He found it rather strange that Sasori of all people was an hour late to their meeting, and he was already slightly dozing off while he sat at the withered log that was on the path. His head still ached despite the pain reliever medication, but he struggled to stay awake. Since he's still all alone here.

The rugged raspy voice wakes him up from his partial nap and he immediately stands up and he prepares the scroll in his hand. Though he couldn't help but notice that despite that he knows that the Hiruko shell is a puppet, he was moving quite sluggish.

The... hell did he just say? He also drank the King of the Night Sake?! So that means that he was in the same town as Kabuto when the special sake was sold?! They had to pull grey-white hair from their parts... Does this mean that... he and Kabuto...? How was that possible when he didn't even see Hiruko, but what he did see was that strange puppet with the red hair that he couldn't see it's identity. Was that his true body or did he use that puppet as some sort of foreplay sex object while he was probably sleeping somewhere where Kabuto didn't see him in the room?

A twist of regret, shock and disgust overwhelms his body and he stays firm to not show the other his reactions to their words or even give a hint of him realizing it. As their words on the truth about sleeping with him are not good. Even if it wasn't his fault in the first place.

His hands tightened around the scroll underneath his cloak as he shakes his head at their question, "No, it shouldn't have been me, Lord Sasori. I didn't visit any kind of bars as of recently. And I wouldn't know if Hidan was nearby or not. Since you only told me about where you will be staying, and Zetsu has not talked to me as of recently."

Handing over the scroll into their wooden hands, he pulls his hood down to not let them see in his eyes on how much discomfort he's feeling now that he knows the truth about what happened between them. He wished that he could just die right then and there or at least turn invisible for the entire year.

He must NEVER allow anyone to know what happened and a promise to not drink while traveling. Especially the Kings of the Night Sake.

"That's all there is to it. Is there anything else you want to know about before I head back out? And I'll remember your advice on that certain brand of sake, since it does sound dangerous to consume without supervision."

Back at the town where they stayed, the drink itself has risen to popularity as well as the increased notoriety of the precautions of drinking it.

[lipstickbisous]

“ you are what’s important right now. “ witu andrew!peter pretty please?

this scene instantly popped into my head, thank you! i love this!! this was longer than my other requests but idc

priority - tasm!p.p.

SUMMARY: you will always mean more than the world to him.

WARNINGS: slight angst, clueless!peter, mentions of loneliness, touch deprivation, breaking up; eventual fluff

the following works are my own writing. do not plagiarize or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

MASTERLIST

This was the third night you were alone in the apartment you shared with Peter. There was even an imprint on the couch from how long you stayed up on it waiting for him. But you'd fall asleep at 11:00, three hours before Peter would arrive home through the window in your bedroom.

You'd always been okay with Peter's secret occupation. By day, he was a normal college student with an internship at The Daily Bugle and by night he was the crime-fighting vigilante dressed in red and blue. Just because you loved him so much, you adapted to his lifestyle--or, at least, tried to.

But it was hard sleeping, eating, and spending your time alone.

"More than half of your time was spent at work and school, so you would've loved to spend the few hours you were given at home with Peter. Sometimes, the only time you saw him was for a quick kiss goodbye in the morning or a short breakfast in which he left for work either.

You thought you two had been perfect. Sure, your lives had differences--one major difference--but you always believed that you and Peter were the couple to work through it. But either he was blind to your pain or ignorant to it. You didn't like either.

This couldn't be the end, right? Your relationship might've been short, but you and Peter's personalities flowed so perfectly that it felt like you'd been together for years.

It was one in the morning on a Friday night. You'd pushed away all thoughts of projects and work for the sake of seeing your boyfriend's face before falling asleep. In fact, you found it impossible to fall asleep that night. The thoughts were running through your mind, buzzing so loudly it kept you awake.

"(y/n)?" Peter's voice was gentle but being the first sound that directly hit your ears, you jumped in fear. Looking up at him in this setting almost didn't feel right. Since when did he give you more than a glance? "Hey, baby, you okay?"

He sat next to you on the couch. You noticed that you were curled up with his favorite blanket covering your pajamas. "Um," You don't even remember changing your clothes. "Yeah."

Peter didn't need super senses to tell that something was wrong. You were his girl and he always read you perfectly. "You sure?" He leaned forward and put a comforting hand on your leg. You were so touch deprived you shivered away from him. Peter felt his heart crack.

You waited to answer, trying to look away so you wouldn't notice the heartbroken expression he wore. Your eyes were most definitely watering by now. When you were glancing around to avoid eye contact, you noticed his spider-suit underneath the thin sweatshirt he wore. You cracked.

A sob rang through the air, your eyes squeezing shut to relieve themselves of your tears. Peter instantly reached over to console you, wrapping arms around you and rubbing the skin over your wrist and hands. "Shh, it's okay. I've got you." Did he?

You began to cry more when you noticed that his hands weren't even touching you. You were so desperate for contact that the barrier of his suit between you two made you feel even weaker. "Please, don't cry, (y/n)," Peter ran his other hand through your hair to pull you to him, setting his head on top of yours. His gentle shushes and coos had been so missed by you that they felt distant. "Talk to me."

"I'm always so alone, Peter," you sniffled. While you were still fragile, you could feel the sadness turning into anger. You tried to contain it from exploding on him because Peter never deserved that. "It's been so long since you've hugged me like this."

"What're you talking about, baby, I hug you every morning," he laughed in a lame attempt to lighten the mood, but your tears didn't stop.

"And it's a quick hug," you added. "You hug me and say goodbye. And then most times, I don't see you until the next morning." You were thankful that you weren't fighting. It wasn't an argument, just a simple discussion of confusion, miscommunication, and heartbreak.

Maybe it really was just a horrible case of 'right person, wrong time', only you weren't so sure there ever was a 'right time' with Peter. He had a duty to the people of New York that started long before you two met. Who were you to demand him to give it all up?

Peter's heart is racing, you can feel it through his chest. "I know I've been busy with work and school," He was clueless. Even as you were spelling it out, he couldn't read you so perfectly anymore. That made it hurt even more.

"It's not that, Peter," it was becoming harder and harder to keep the anger back. "You know it's not that."

This was hurting him you too, you tried to remember that. Peter sat back in exasperation and stressfully rubbed his eyes until they were red. "Yeah," he agreed. You noticed his eyes were starting to water too. "This." Peter motioned to the suit he wore under his hoodie and sweatpants.

You crossed your arms and sat up with him. "Yeah." Both of you looked at the floor, unable to look at each other or to find answers. It was a long moment of more silence. You hated the silence. "I can't ask you to stop, Peter. This is your job, you established that. It's not my place to tell you to quit."

He finally looked at you. "If I don't quit," he gulped. "That means you leave."

It wasn't that difficult for him, but it was more than difficult for you. "Stop, please. I can't ask that of you." You stressed, throwing your head into your hands.

"You don't have to ask, baby," he gently held your shoulder and kissed the back of your neck. Peter's heart split in two at the sight of your distress, especially when it was clear now that you'd been feeling this way for a while. He wondered why you wouldn't just come forward to him a lot earlier, but he soon realized that even if you had tried, he wouldn't have gotten the hint.

You idiot. he thought to himself. "You're making it seem like you or the world is a hard choice," Peter laughed and he didn't no why. There was nothing light about the situation. "I'll always choose you, (y/n)."

"It's your job to fight crime, Peter," you sighed. "You save people. Giving that up for one person is stupid."

Peter slid onto his knees in front and cupped your cheeks so you were forced to look at him. Staring into brown eyes that you barely saw anymore was overwhelming for your senses. "You're more than just 'one person'," he reassured you, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. "(y/n), you are the world to me. It's not even a choice."

"I'm sorry that I haven't been here," a single tear fell from his pretty brown eyes. "I've been so stupid that I haven't seen you hurting. But, please, I wanna fix it, baby. Let me fix it, I promise I will." Peter was literally on his knees, begging you to still be his. "I love you so much." He rasped.

Your lips quivered to hold back a sob. You laced your hands through his hair and brought your foreheads together. "I love you, too, Peter." You whispered, realizing neither of you had said it to each other in a while.

"I'm gonna do better. I'll put the mask away-"

"Peter, no." You widened your eyes.

"Just for a little bit," he cautioned, taking your hands into his. "Not forever. But I'm spending my time on you for now." Peter was slightly rambling, but it was to reassure you that he was still deeply in love with you. Ending your relationship would mean ending his world. "And if there's some threat, I'll fix that too, but you are my first priority."

His thumb rubbed yours and the feeling of his hands was so unfamiliar—but it didn’t make you sad anymore. You were happy and glad to have your Peter back. “Promise?” You sniffled.

“I promise, baby,” his lips curled into a small smile full of comfort. “Come on. It’s late now, we should get some sleep.” He helped you rise from the couch, walking you to the bedroom and letting you lay down. Still in his clothes, he sat next to you as you began to cuddle into the pillows. “Tomorrow, I’m not leaving you for one minute. You’ve always got me.” He whispered.

Your tired eyes began to close as you smiled. “I love you, Peter.” You mumbled while drifting off to sleep.

Peter kissed your forehead and cradled your head. “I love you, too.”