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RED ALERT RED ALERT - NPCS we need to talk about
Let's talk about: Dairow Vin
("who is Dairow Vin, you ask?" he's the unconcious tiefling you can find in the sewers in an unbreakable sleep, who has lost his husband - almost certainly one of the refugees that died on the road, and has an offer from the Thieves Guild to join them.)
He's also, having pulled him out of the sewers, Goth Sleeping Beauty Tragic Gay Rolan.
(imagine though - he's found and brought to the only place they can think of with the resources to lift a magical sleep - and Rolan's suddenly staring a man that looks just like himself. Huuuuh.)

#baldurs gate 3#bg3 npcs#dairow vin#bg3 dairow#bg3 rolan#baldurs gate rolan#holy rolan empire#tragic sleeping beauty goth rolan go#the eyeliner#the face tattoos#this is just a whole problem#who was his husband?!#why can't we wake him up?#what if he took the offer instead
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hkkjhhhh i really hate my dad
#not him screaming at me at 6:30 in the morning in the car like pookie calm down#just because i wake up too late and we miss the bus he start ranting about why we moved to the countryside and i still go to school in the#city etc like??? girl😔😔😔#maybe ask yourself why i can't sleep and why om so tired in the morning first??#but that's another subject#james takes a break from slaying#<new vent tag ya'll#mini vent
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*shakes curly awake* PLEAZE WAKE UP AND FRONT JIMMY IS DRIVING ME INSANER
#GOS WE'VE HAD A DAY SO FAR AND ALL WE'VE BEEN DOING IS SLEEPING!!! FHFHFJFJFJFCJDKDK#jim's being very. very. very. clingy. and im going Insane ok#idk what we are anymore but im not scared of him at all he's fucking PATHETIC he's not even a poor little meow meow he's just pathetic.#it's hilarious actually. it's hilarious how pathetic he is#but also holy shit it's been just me and him up front today and yknow you'd think that would be Hell for me given what he did to me#but no he KNOWS. HE *KNOWS* I HAVE THE UPPER HAND HERE#HE *KNOOOOOOWS* I CAN JUST KILL HIM DEAD IF I WANTED TO. and i think h#Oh I can't say that? ok! HDDHNDDNDJDJ#anyways can someone take him away from me. he wants attention and he wont leave me Olone <3 SHDHFHFJXJXJX#pk;m Cloudy🌦️#and i DON'T know what's up with curly man mr 'i wake up with the body :))' NO YOU DON'T BITCH#YOU'VE BEEN ASLEEP FOR 3 DAYS!!!! WHAT!!!!! WHY!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#we've been exhausted ig and recovering spoons is. certainly a Process. but jesus christ 3 DAYS?#I'M TIRED OF BEING TIRED. CURLY IM GONNA FUCKING DEFENESTRATE YOU
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so do the rest of you guys just simplify your dreams when explaining them to people or do I just remember a significantly weirder degree of depth than the average bear
#thinking about shit like this every morning when i wake up after like#spending the past however many hours in part of a high stakes cop drama that takes place in the pokemon world#but my pokemon is actually an elder scrolls character pretending to be a weird rare pokemon because it's easier than passing as human#and the fair we are trying to get through is down a dirt road alley that's also a depressingly empty polynesian farmers market#and we gotta go fast because my irl friend who's with us really wants to have a mantine draped over his shoulders like when he was a kid#but then we find out that the mantine encounter was at the aquarium next to the fair and not the fair itself and he just misremembered#so he's all sad while we're riding go karts and dirtbikes because he doesn't get to play with the mantines#but anyway we were here for the cop drama bit because some teenage girl got assaulted and we need to beat up the perp's pokemon#(perp himself has already been bagged)#and now I'm realizing that I don't know what fake pokemon moves to tell my fake “pokemon” to use#(he's a daedric prince it's not like he'd listen to me anyway he's about to obliterate the fuck outta this sunflora no matter what I say)#which leads me to wondering why I can't think of a decent steel-type pokemon move similar to slash#(“metal claw only works if you have claws” I think to myself wondering why there isn't some kind of sword move like ffs honedge exists)#anyway he's already finished the fight so it doesn't matter we can go home back through the depressing farmers market#home is aboard a KotoR-esque spaceship of course which is good because it means I get “back at camp” dialog with my daedra friend#but he's gone now shit fuck where did he go is he killing people without me this is bad I leave and start walking through crowded streets#people are trying to sell me shit but I ignore them#I'm accosted by a guy dressed like an old-west outlaw who says that he's with the vigil of stendarr and he's here hunting daedra#I tell him to fuck off because honestly I'm no longer invested in this dream's narrative arc#(I'm trying to envision a different scenario that is more appealing to my current tastes but lucid dreaming was a lie and I can't hack it)#then I wake up#next night I dream about being an omnipotent dragon god with a marsupial pouch full of my adopted babies (JJK characters)
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my heart is about to stop
#i asked him not to text me again#he won't#we were just talking and he told me he hopes i meet the right person who will treat me right#didn't you just say that you love me#how is this love#this was the sign that i needed#and asked him not to talk to me anymore#i know he won't and i don't want him to either#why would you say that you love me in the first place#he saw my messages and didn't reply back#i thought if i go to bed I'll wake up feeling better#fuck my heart is about to stop#i can't do it wallah
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I will say it was extremely funny how my boss and I just had a conversation about how much we've been working on our temper and just letting things go. And how neither of us had lost our temper in two years.... and then both of us blew up over the exact same thing like. Minutes apart. We fail together 🫶
#honestly we have both been working very hard and everyone who's been there for the two journey has noticed#but when i yelled at someone (WHO VERY MUCH DESERVED IT) on wednesday#my boss walked by immediately after i finished yelling at this guy he walked off i turned to my manager and said#''i can't do everything. i cannot POSSIBLY do everything'' and my manager just walks to the back#and i hear him yell ''you want to know why you don't get hours??? this is why you don't get hours. just go home''#like bro it was not our finest moment neither of us should have yelled#but it is extremely funny that we both blew up at the exact same time for the first time in TWO YEARS... together#and i do mean this truly deeply honestly#this guy needed to get yelled at. maybe not back to back! but it's been months of ''serious conversations'' and ''last chances''#and ''come to jesus moments'' and nothing works and he's on the brink of getting fired anyway maybe yelling will actually wake him up!#anyway wednesday worst shift of my life ✌️✌️#oscar talks to himself#oscar has a job and deals with others
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i have this fic idea but i haven't written anything creatively in EIGHTEEN MONTHS and i am afraid i forgor how to write
#also there's a couple other reasons why i can't write it but tbh i can overcome them. so really there's no excuse#anyways the idea is#and bear with me here#that next episode opens with eddie waking up a little bit confused trying to take in his surroundings#and realise he's Not at his home#and we see whatever it is that happened hit him all at once#camera pans around#and boom. he's naked in bed with marisol#BWHAHAH I THINK I'M VERY FUNNY#i just want to see his demi ass panic over his life's first one night stand!!!#maybe show up at buck's later trying to seek reassurance because how the hell were you doing this *regularly* man wtf i'm dying here#and buck is trying to be helpful but also having the time of his life because living with the woman whose babydad you are is hard#and his boy best friend is giving him good comic relief#anyways manifesting#911 spoilers#um i guess?
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Not making an assumption or conclusion, just opening myself further to the possibility something happened inside again, considering some stuff that's gone on the past few days.
It'd be really stupid if it's that, though, especially considering Parker? being more proactive then Wolf ever was. I can't figure out a reason or a trigger and without one it wouldn't make sense. November 2024 makes some sense at least with the connection of parts talking about potential trauma and essentially tripping brain alarms.
There has to be logic to it, right? Right? Infinitely moreso if it's a last resort measure. Why would it go off now? Maybe we just don't get to know.
...Please let me be overreacting again.
#other post#-eight#Regarding the others#@ parker? are you dead#@ parker? wake up#@ parker? WAKE UP#@ parker? (we can't do this without you)#even in the dreams we screamed#'WHY WOULD YOU TAKE HIM WE NEED HIM'#and it would destroy him to be alone again i know but this makes less sense for survival#why not put all of us in the ice and carry him over again? if that's even what's gone on#please let it be not that#let me be panicked and WRONG
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many philosophers are posers as fuck they're like ohhh what if. but don't even feel it themselves. unlike me. i feel and truly believe every asinine theory about the world i post on here. aahh. aaaah. aaaaaahhh i'm scared lol
#the humble delusion enjoyer waking another day to come up with another theory about how it all works to keep him alive#no two truths can exist at the same time btw :/ I've been told. so yeah you can't respect other religions otherwise ur not a true believer#luckily I'm not religious#I see religion as a cultural symptom of meaningless. but it may also be a narrative interpretation of a very real force we are all#perceiving simultaneously. which would explain why soo many religions are so similar despite developing independently#either way I believe atheists to be quite stupid and annoying#ohhh I only believe what I can see with my own eyes. ok smart guy who gave u those eyes tho#how can u know they do not deceive you. dumbass. mf hoe
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I just dont u derstand why he couldn't ever understand me
#why he got so confused when we fought#why nothing i said made sense to him#i mean. flynn wake up.#but its hard to believe he'd do that on purpose#it had to be subconscious#i can't imagine understanding someone and then purposefully and intentionally lying abt being confused#it had to be...idk what it was but jesus. i felt so crazy. i was not crazy and i was speaking like a normal adult#god.
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obsessedbf!toji who loves when it’s cold outside because he knows you won’t try and push him away for being too clingy because he’s so so so sooo warm.
obsessedbf!toji who loves when you curl up to him or wrap yourself around him at night in the middle of your sleep, he thinks it’s so adorable.
obsessedbf!toji who doesn’t go to bed until you do, even if it means he’ll wake up grumpy the next morning for work.
obsessedbf!toji who complains to you one night about your sleeping schedule, “Why the fuck are you still up?”
“I’m watching asmr.”
“Turn that shit off and c’mere.”
“Shh this is a good part.��
He snatched your phone out of your hands and turned it off, “Toji what the fu-”
“Pay attention to me ma, not the fucking phone.” He whispered in a gruff sleepy voice as he pulled you to his chest and engulfing you completely. You huffed into his chest. "Stop acting like you don't love this," Toji grumbled lowly, you could hear the smirk in his words.
"Your tits are suffocating me Toji. No complaints though."
"Fucking freak."
He couldn't help but smile though after hearing your sweet little giggles.
obsessedbf!toji who picks up extra missions just so that he can spoil you, he literally refuses to let you work and truly believes that he should be the sole provider while you don't lift a finger. Also having you care for him when he comes home exhausted is a plus :3
obsessedbf!toji who lets you do skincare on him when he comes back home, he claims he hates it but he loves how relaxing it is and how much attention you put on him while doing it.
obsessedbf!toji who constantly teases you for watching asmr but slowly starts getting into it once you do it to him.
You were propped up against the pillows on the bed, while Toji walked out of the bathroom. He was moody from being at work all day, only to come home to you already showered, leaving him to have to shower alone. "C'mere baby," you patted your lap signaling for your big grumpy boyfriend to lay in it.
He let out a soft grunt and quickly placed himself into your embrace, his head on your lower stomach and hands resting on your hips while his body between your legs. You began tracing patterns up and down his back with your nails, and up and down his large biceps.
"Fuck that feels good ma." he whispered, causing you to let out a soft giggle.
"You still mad at me you big baby?" Your hands moved up to his scalp.
"Tch, whatever. Jus' keep doin’ what yer doin'." Was all he said while his thumbs lightly brushed back and fourth over your hips. His breathing began to slow and he let out soft snores.
obsessedbf!toji who surprising plans really romantic dates for you two, but as soon as you walk out of the bedroom all dressed up his hands are all over you, making you guys late to whatever reservation he booked.
"Babe we're gonna be late."
"Fuck you look so good mama, I can't help it." He says between kisses. Safe to say y'all were definitely going to be late again, that is if you even left the house.
another toji drabble/oneshot bc y'all loved the last one sm, might do an nsfw ver soon so yuh. Also thank you guys so much for 500 followers, I know im behind on a lot of stories rn so js bear with me pls 😭
also I’m so tired of seeing people canon toji as a bad husband/bf bc like y r we acting like he didn’t take his wife’s name?!? Like sure he may be broke in the show but that’s js bc his ass was gambling all his money away, anyways hope u enjoyed ;3
Likes, comments, and rebloggs appreciated!!
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caleb | 1:22 am
Your pillow is buzzing. Why is it buzzing? You groan and reach underneath your pillow, grasping at your phone. You pull it out, sit up in bed and blink at it. Caleb's name flashes across the screen. You swipe your finger across it.
"Caleb?"
There's a pause before the voice on the other end coughs awkwardly.
"Uh... is this... Pipsqueak?"
You're immediately alert. The voice doesn't belong to Caleb.
"Who is this?" you demand, your voice still thick with sleep.
"You were listed as this guy, Caleb's, emergency contact," the voice explains. "He's at the bar. We've had to cut him off. Can you come get him? We close in, like, half an hour."
You're immediately out of bed, pulling sweatpants and a hoodie on. "Oh my god, of course, I'm on my way."
You're stuffing your feet into shoes when you hear someone slurring his words in the background. "Hey, that's my phone, gi-gi-give it back!"
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"You're too nice to him, my wife would have made me sleep and sober up outside."
You chuckle at the taxi driver's remark. You were lucky to flag down a cab at this time in the night. The driver had asked you were you were going so late, and you had explained everything to him. You and Caleb had been giving each other the silent treatment for two days now. It was over something stupid. He had left one of his unfinished models lying around on the floor in your apartment and you hadn't seen it - you had ended up stepping on it - on accident, of course - but you had never seen Caleb so upset. It ended with him storming out of your apartment and no calls or texts from him for the last couple of days. You had thought about apologizing first, but had decided he was being childish and that he would approach you when he was ready. But it turns out that he had decided to drown his sorrows in alcohol. You had known that he likes to drink socially once in a while, but he's never been totally wasted before - not like this. You wanted to seem calm and collected, but inside, your anxiety is tearing you up. Is Caleb okay?
The driver slows down and pulls up to the bar. He meets your eyes in the rearview mirror.
"Go get him, I'll wait here."
You thank him, and head inside the bar. The glass door is already locked, but you knock a couple of times, and a staff member appears from behind the bar and lets you in.
"Sorry," he apologizes, scratching the back of his head. "We would have sent him home in a cab but he wouldn't tell us his address. He kept saying he wanted 'Pipsqueak'. He's a regular here so we really didn't want to let him wander home by himself."
You nod at the bartender. "Thank you. Where is he?"
He points at one of the corner booths with his thumb. You make a beeline for it, and see Caleb, lying across the booth's cushion. His cheeks are flushed red and he's snoring lightly, his hand gripping his phone.
You shake him gently to wake him. "Caleb, let's go home."
He groans and lifts his head slowly. "Please, leave me alone. I have... I have a..." His eyes open and they widen when they meet yours. "Pipsqueak," he whispers.
You place a hand on his cheek. "Let's get you home, okay?"
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It was a mission to get Caleb in the cab, even with the help of the bartender. It's an even bigger mission to get him into your apartment building and up the stairs. But you manage to do it, and get him inside the apartment without incident.
Almost there!
You practically haul him to your room, and push him onto the bed. He flops onto it like a ragdoll, one arm and both his legs hanging off the sides.
You stare at him, hands on your hips, panting quietly. "Well, that can't be too comfortable."
You take a few moments to catch your breath before you decide to tackle his jeans and shoes - they come off easily enough, and then you get to work on his shirt. His eyes are still closed and he's muttering something softly, but you can't take the time to figure out what he's saying. You start to put on some shorts for him, but it's awkward and you only manage to get one leg in.
"Caleb, Caleb." You squeeze one of his knees to wake him again. "I need your help, sit up for a little bit."
This seems to rouse him and Caleb lets out a low groan and rises slowly.
"Okay, let's just get these shorts on."
Caleb is still for a few moments, and you think he's fallen asleep again while sitting up. But he mumbles something almost imperceptible, and you almost miss it. He's saying your name.
You look up at him from where you're crouching next to the bed, and meet his bloodshot eyes. There are tears forming at their corners.
You're startled - you're not used to seeing him cry. "Caleb? What's wrong?"
"I'm so sorry," he whispers. You can smell the alcohol in his breath. "I was so stupid. I'm sorry."
A lump in your throat forms and you have to turn away before he can see the tears in your own eyes. You clear your throat before speaking again. "Let's talk about it in the morning, okay? Just get in the shorts and then we can go to bed."
Caleb nods, and pulls his shorts up so that they're on properly. You breathe a sigh of relief, and help him get under the covers of the bed.
You go about settling down for the night again, making sure the front door is locked, all lights are off, and placing a packet of headache medication and a glass of water on the nightstand next to Caleb's side of the bed.
You slide in under the covers next to him, and notice that he's still awake, his eyes struggling to focus on you.
"Pipsqueak," he mutters, his eyelids fluttering. "Please, don't be mad at me any more."
You smile at him, amused at the fact that he fought to stay awake to tell you that. You brush the hair away from his forehead with your hand and plant a small kiss on it. Caleb sighs, and he closes his eyes, surrendering to sleep.
"You're the one who didn't call or text for two days, dumbass," you mumble, knowing that you'll go unheard. You don't care. You continue raking your hands through his hair as he snores softly.
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ok reverse the TROPE !!!!!! sugar-mommy!f!reader x retired!simon <333 (18+)
he got discharged on a medical injury. his knee flares up now, phantom pains that shoot up his leg and pinch his spine. he feels like a failure--a lieutenant in his prime, and now he has to acclimate to civilian life and grit his teeth instead of drown the voices in his head out with gunfire.
he's been deployed as much as he could be just to stay away from this kind of place. so he didn't have to get on a train, or take the tube. so he didn't have to think about looking over his shoulder in the shops or learn how to pay a wifi bill. he hates going to the doctor's office, and he hates learning how to properly open his bank account, just to learn that there's nearly nothing in it.
the numbers just dwindle before his very eyes. the rent is too high, even in his shitty studio. when did cable cost that much? why can't he go to the pub for just a few pounds anymore? where is the compensation for giving more than a decade of his life in service of his country just to have to wait in fucking lines to get his medication and argue over the phone about where all his fucking money went.
maybe he never had any. maybe it's all lost somewhere. he'd ask his former captain, but he's halfway across the world, and over his dead body would he hold a hand out and ask for charity when he's 36 years old.
"don't get that one."
simon turns his head, a snarl caught in his throat. there's a pretty thing standing beside him, also staring at the array of ramen packages in focus. you take the orange package out of his hand and put it back on the shelf before reaching for a different package. it's got japanese characters on it, so he can't read the label, but you smile up at him.
"this one is way better. good price for it, too."
"'s more expensive."
"yeah, but you get eight packets in this one. that one only gives you five."
at the till, you notice him subtly counting the notes in his wallet. you pretend not to notice, rocking back and forth on your heels, but just as he picks up his bag to leave, you speak up.
"you wanna get a drink? on me."
and fuck, he could use a bourbon. on the first one, he thought your presence was pleasantly tolerable. by the fourth, he's staring down your shirt, dark eyes mapping out what the curves of your breasts might look like in the palm of his big hand. by the sixth, you're pressed up against a sticky bathroom wall and holding on for dear life as he pounds into you from behind, knickers in his back pocket, manicured nails digging slits into his tattooed forearm.
you sink those claws in that night; and you do not let go.
the third night you ask him out, he sees your flat for the first time. in a nice building downtown, doorman holding the door open for you. the elevator ride is long enough for him to see the tops of buildings, and when you step inside your flat, he swallows hard when he realizes you are way out of his league.
gorgeous leather seats and couch. large tv with surround sound. a french kitchen with a gas stove. your flat is filled with knickknacks and candles, low yellow lights and wonderful collections of art and little glass vases and sculptures. your home is filled with warmth, and you don't belong with him.
just as he thinks about backing out of the place, you turn and grip the lapels of his jacket, tugging him closer. you touch your nose to his over his mask, smiling, and you push the door closed behind him and press him up against it.
"so, which room do you wanna christen first? i thought we could start in the kitchen."
you're a woman that knows what she wants, he'll give you that; and he doesn't have it in him to say no.
the sun wakes him up in the morning. he doesn't remember falling asleep--he doesn't like to make staying over a habit. when he sits up on his elbows, he takes a deep breath, realizing his back hurts a lot less. the mattress of your bed is wonderful, much more supportive than the flat mess he has on the floor in his own place, and he blinks himself awake when you come out of the bathroom.
you're freshly dressed, makeup on, and you're putting on your jewelry when you see him. you smile at him, coming towards the bed, and you bend down to kiss where his mouth would be under the mask.
"good morning, simon. sleep well?"
"mmm..."
you take that as a yes, cupping his jaw, and you kiss him over his mask again before going to get some shoes from your closet. he doesn't comment on the fact that when you open it, he realizes the closet there is only for shoes...
"you hungry, baby? want some breakfast?"
"i--oh..." simon lays back down when his back tweaks, and you reach for him when you see him fall back in the mirror. you smooth a hand down the side of his body, frowning.
"why don't you stay in bed? i'll have my assistant bring you something."
"no, tha's--"
"i'm not asking, simon, i'm telling you," you coo. you pick up one of his hands and trace one of his scars with your finger. you have long, almond-shaped nails. there's pretty chrome nail art over the wine red color you wear, and he focuses on it as you kiss his knuckles gently. "will you wait for me to come home?"
"where y'goin'?"
"gotta work, honey," you wink down at him. "and i want you to be here when i get back."
"tha' so?"
"mhm," you smile. "right here. in my bed--" you lift the covers a little and peek, giggling as you put it back down after getting a glimpse at his cock resting against his lower stomach. "just like this, simon."
he doesn't remember if he ever goes back to his flat. he thinks he went one more time, to grab a few bottles of his medication, but the tick in his knee hadn't been so bad with the great physical therapy you started paying for and the warm massages you gave him every night.
and his back--your bed always contours perfectly against the muscles of his back, and he finds himself sleeping a full seven hours every single night.
not to mention his new work outs. simon hadn't been to the gym much since coming home, but he knows he must be burning hundreds of calories with you. you test his limits. as soon as you're home, you jump on him, and the stress relief your pussy brings him is just what he needs to get the edge off. you're a fiend, especially after a rough day, and the way you bounce on his cock in every room of your flat keeps him up at night sometimes with the most glorious wet dreams.
you're up late that night. you're curled up on the couch in one of simon's shirts and a glass of red wine, and there's a mountain of papers around you that you're focusing on reading. you have a huge presentation tomorrow, and everything needs to be perfect. simon comes into the living room, shirtless, and you smile when you see him standing there. he's wearing the new sweats you got him, but you can't focus on that too much when you're staring at his pudgy, toned stomach and his nice pecs. you bite your lip, taking a long sip of your wine, and simon hikes up his mask to take a bite out of his bowl of ice cream.
"gonna be up late tonight?" he asks, and you nod. "want me to sit with ya?" you nod again, lifting up your legs, and when he takes a seat next to you, you drape them across his lap. you lean over to give his scarred cheek a kiss, and when you turn back to your paperwork, a thought comes across your mind.
"we should get married," you say softly, circling a note over something. simon keeps eating, as if what you said doesn't phase him.
"why's tha', love?"
"tax benefits."
"mmm..." simon drops one of his hands and thumbs against your ankle. the flat is warm. his stomach is full. his body hurts less, and his heart aches with something nice. "olright then."
you smile.
"good. cause i already bought the ring."
NEXT
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"There's nothing wrong with you, Jay."
You murmured to him. He had a panic attack after a nightmare and panted softly in your arms. Everything was overwhelming, but your calming voice was guiding him back to reality.
The nightmare was bad enough to wake him up on his own instead of staying trapped until you wake him. He couldn't get enough air in his lungs. What's wrong with him? Why are you still putting up with him? You wake up every time he has nightmares, yet you comfort him the entire time.
"There's so much wrong with me, pipsqueak."
He says the nickname with so much love it melted your heart. You showered him in kisses while saying,
"You do what you have to do to survive."
He shuddered. He's a bad man in his mind. He has too much blood on his hands. Even if they were criminals, he still thinks he's a bad man. He felt tainted. He whispered,
"How can you love me when you know what I've done?"
He needed to know how you could even stand looking at him. You were so sweet and kind. You warmly said,
"I can love you because I know you."
He looked at you in confusion. Of course you know him. You wouldn't be sleeping in his bed with him if you were a stranger. You softly explain,
"I know you break into bakeries at night to get me my favourite pastry, but leave money on the counter so you don't feel like a complete jerk. I know you love my cheesy romance books despite pretending you don't. I know you love cooking for me so I can eat the leftovers and remember you."
Jason grumbled. He's always been a man who thinks actions speak infinitely louder than words. Anything is worth it for you. You continued with a smile,
"I know you love my lame jokes. You love to cuddle, and you replay romance scenes with me when you read a story you particularly enjoyed."
Jason hid his face in your hair. The big bad Red Hood was acting like a schoolgirl with a crush, and you loved him for it.
You kissed the top of his head. He was nestled in your side comfortably with his large frame curled to make it easier to cuddle. He placed his head on top of your chest and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He needed to be reassured that you were here and alive.
You let him listen to your heartbeat while you played with his hair the way he liked it. You smiled as you said,
"I love your smile, and I don't care one bit about the blood on your hands. You are protecting the ones you love in the only way you think will work. I know you pretend to dislike your family, and you'll fake gag around their significant others, but your romantic heart soars when you see couples being in love."
The gentle hand rubbing his scalp and your soothing heartbeat was luring him back to sleep. So what if he is a bit of a romantic. He can't help the way he feels.
"I know you read the books I recently read just so we can have a conversation about it."
Jason blushed. He thought he'd been sneakier about stealing books. He's read every book in your house during the two years he's been dating you.
He's a book thief, but he always returns the book and even organised the bookcase for you when you complained that you needed to organise it. You were looking for a book to give him, and it took a good fifteen minutes to find the book. You continued,
"I know you love when I lay on top of you because I feel like a weighted blanket, and you love when I hug you from behind to feel the height difference between us."
Jason yawned. You love this man with your whole heart. You don't care about Red Hood. You care about Jason Peter Todd, the love of your life. His large arms tightened around you before relaxing. He rolled you on top of him and kissed your forehead.
"I love you, pipsqueak."
You smiled at him and gave him a long kiss before softly replying,
"I love you too, hoodlum."
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Yandere!jock x wallflower!reader
Yandere!Jock is a fucking playboy, but you chose to ignore that. You've seen him do good things when his friends aren't around.
That's why you had a crush on him...
For a jock, he's pretty smart. He's a frat leader, a social butterfly, and would probably graduate with Latin honors. However, the only downside to him is that he can be a bully.
So, during the time you had a crush on him, he was the first to interact with you. But he wasn’t flirting or anything he was just asking if you were done with something.
And you being the wallflower that you are you blush you think to yourself
"is he really talking to me?"
And him, being the playboy jock, noticed the hue in your cheeks and decided to "play" with you.
"i can't believe you're blushing just because i talked to you wallflower haha cute"
It was a long time of banter between the two of you, and you thought there was something. But of course, reality strikes when a close friend of yours tells you his true intentions.
But...
Ever since you ignored our handsome jock over here He cant seem to get a hold of himself
He goes to nightclubs almost every night, trying to find a girl who looks like you, smells like you, and talks like you. But no matter how hard he tries, he knows he needs you.
The next day at school, you were in the library with a classmate, working on a school project, when he barged in. Oh yeah, he had been asking around if anyone had seen you it's not like he's in love or anything.
He pushes your classmate out of their chair and tells them to get lost. Then, grasping your arms, he looks at you and asks,
"Where the fuck have you been? We need to talk. I'm the most wanted man on campus, and you just ignore me like that? Doing that won’t make me give you more attention, you know."
"so what i don't fucking care i don't like you anymore"
Pang
What you said hurt him, but then again, why is he acting like this? A lot of girls love him and want to be with him, so what’s up with you? He knew you liked him but what the fuck happened?
Later that night... You wake up to glass shattering
Intruder?
A hand suddenly cups your mouth and you feel something hard on your back then you hear
"shh baby you got me all bricked~ up there's no use in fighting me i know how much of a fucking slut you are~"
The last thing you remember was passing out
You wake up to a soft, comfy bed but hold on… Why is there something heavy stopping you from moving? You turn your head and see him.
"You know, my love, a lot of girls dream about this… but you're the only one I want. I'm done being a player." He kisses you on the forehead.
"And also, don’t worry about school and your parents I called up some old buddies," he says, continuing to hug you like there's no tomorrow.
It sucks being a wallflower no one would look for you but don’t worry because he will~
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This is probably the most longest fucking thing i wrote
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Honorably discharged partially disabled Simon part 4
part 1 part 2 part 3
The time was exactly 11:59 PM, in less than 60 seconds your phone would go off and you would find Simon still wide awake. You didn't want to bother Simon so you were sleeping in his chair rather than in his bed with him, and Simon couldn't find the nerve to ask you. You were waking up every hour to make sure Simon was sleeping and not in pain but so far he's been awake every time.
It was a soft vibration yet you still woke up and quietly walked over to Simon “why are you still awake? Simon if you're in pain you need to tell me” “I promise ‘m not in pain, ‘m trying to sleep” you just sighed, this is the response you got the last two times as well “is there anything I can do for you to fall asleep?" Then Simon got an idea, it was now or never, he knew he wasn't gonna get any sleep knowing you were right there in reach, so he made do. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into the bed next to him “S-simon what are you doing? You have to be careful” Simon just hummed as he fixed the blankets around you “this ‘ill help me sleep” and just like that you were tucked under the covers perfectly into his side and Simon was already drifting to sleep so what kind of nurse would you be if you got up.
You woke up to your normal morning alarm but it turned off before you even moved, once you fully woke up, you looked around to find Simon right next to you just staring at you, your face flushed as you got out of the bed “i'm gonna go make breakfast” and you scurried away before Simon could reply. Maybe what he did last night was too much?
You and Simon ate in silence for the first time in a week, once you finished he started walking outside but you stopped him “exactly where are you going” gosh Simon thought you were so pretty with your hands on your hips questioning him “i'm going do a few laps around the base, my normal workout” “and how many laps are ‘a few’ and how long is that going to be, you can't do as much as you used to Simon” he sighed, he knew you were right but he also wanted to show you he could do more than you thought, that's when he made the decision
Simon grabbed you some shoes and a light jacket as it was still early spring, he didn't ask you to join him he just decided you were, he said it was so you could monitor him and see he was doing fine, but he had a slightly different plan. This was the third hill you and Simon were going across and you were panting so heavily, while Simon kept his breath steady and showed no signs of weakness. Simon had been quiet the entire trip “okay okay Simon, you've made your point, I get it. You're still capable and I don't need to hover so much, can we please go back now?” You were so out of breath Simon kinda felt bad for bringing you up here but you were so close he couldn't turn back now.
“Actually brought ya up ‘ere for a different reason, just a little longer can ya do that?” Simon paused before looking over your whole figure “i'll even carry ya up” you let out a small laugh at that “Simon I can't keep going but I also can't let you carry me, that'll be way too much for you” Simon wasn't taking no for an answer, he just wordless picked you up bridal style before continuing up, after a moment he added “ya weigh like half o’ what I do regularly, this is nothin baby” you just accepted defeat and leaned into the strong man carrying you.
Simon placed you gently on a bench that was placed at the top of the hill facing the rising sun. After a bit of silence, Simon decided this was his only chance to ask you out but he still wasn't sure how so he just started rambling. “Ya know this bench means ‘lot to me, Price made me lieutenant here, he also brought me up ‘ere to tell me I was honorably discharged…” he felt your hand on his biceps comfortably rubbing circles on him, he took a deep breath before he continued.
He had a whole speech about how much he liked you, how you've been the only person he felt comfortable around, and how he cant stop thinking about you, really he did, he kept rehearsing on the walk here but that's not what came out of his mouth.
“Will ya let me be yer husband?” you were startled you whipped your head to look at him, I mean you knew he would have trouble asking you out but what was this “Simon-” “no I mean like yer future husband, it doesn't have to be now, but I don't wanna wait long, but i'll wait however long ya need-” he was rambling so you cut him off, with a kiss of course, once you pulled back his mouth stayed slightly agape as you smiled at him “I think you were trying to ask me to be your girlfriend, right?” he just nodded still shocked by your bold move, you giggled at his face “of course i'll be yer future wife” you replied teasingly. This didn't go as planned but it was still a win, and Simon would take that, he just needed to make sure he could be the perfect husband for you, his perfect wife, well future wife.
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