#im like fine with just jumping in with a random one and starting from there

[wellijustfinnihedoneofthebooks]

Hey, where are you supposed to start with superman comics???

[hughes-your-daddy]

saved

pairing: luke hughes x nico hischier sister reader

summary: a night out with a few of your bothers teammates turns sour

warnings: sexual assault, swearing

the knock on your apartment door came a few minutes early, of course it did. you roll your eyes as you walk out of your bedroom, heels clicking in the floor as you slide in your earrings, opening your door to reveal nico waiting.

“are you nearly ready?” he asks, moving in and slumping onto the couch, wearing some black jeans with a loose shirt, a coat overtop.

“just about, your a bit early.” you mumble, checking yourself over in the mirror at the door.

“is that what your wearing?” nico asks, his protectiveness coming out in full force, as his eyes glance over your outfit.

“yes, and i’m n out changing ok? im very much happy in this outfit.” you sigh hearing him mumble something under his breath before standing up and shrugging his jacket off.

“at least wear this please? it’s cold tonight and we’re walking.” he asks, handing it over to you, waiting for you to take it.

“fine, but once we get there it’s coming off.” you sigh taking it from him, the jacket almost swallowing it at his big it looks on you.

“come on then.” you call, picking up your bag and heading out, nico behind you as you lock the door.

yous walk through the streets of new jersey, nico staying close clocking anyone who looks like they could do any sort of harm, moving closer to you each time some man walks towards yous.

yous finally make it to the club, nico being able to get yous to skip the line and heading straight in where as promised you shed the jacket straight away, passing it back to nico.

he leads you through the club, music blasting, strobe lights flashing as you spot the others waiting in a booth in a sectioned off area. you spot jack, luke and jesper sat around the booth a few of the others standing and mingling.

you walk over giving each a hug, one lasting longer with luke, your best friend.

“you look great y/n!” he shouts over the music as he hugs you, close to your ear.

“thank you lukey, at least someone thinks that.” you joke, pulling away as he moves, allowing you to slip into the booth, nico coming over with two drinks, jack following with some shots.

yous all clink your small shot glasses before tipping back the alcohol feeling that all too familiar burn down the back of your throat that you love so much.

you sip on the drink letting the alcohol flow into you, laughing along with the others, watching jack try and chat up some girls who declines him.

a few hours pass and you really start to feel the alcohol take affect, as your pulling the boys to the dance floor. nico shakes his head at you with a small smile on his face as he complies, jack and luke following.

yous create a small circle of the four of yous dancing to the music, screaming along to some 2000’s song. you jump with luke, him taking your hand and spinning you making you laugh, before gaining composure.

“hey, i’m gonna get another drink. you want one?” you slur slightly over the music, luke waving you off.

“i can go get it if you like?” he asks, brows furrowed slightly most likely at your state, hands coming to your waist to steady you.

“no no it’s fine lukey, i can.” you smile with a small giggle before shimmying out the both and heading over to the bar, through the crowd.

you make it over, flagging down a staff member before asking for your vodka coke, card out ready to pay.

you nod along to the music, starting to feel the pain slightly in your feet, jumping at the feeling of someone’s hands on your waist.

“luke, i said i was fine-“ you start pausing when you turn around to see it’s not luke standing there but some random man.

“hey, i’m sure whoever this luke guy is, he won’t mind eh?” he says moving slightly let closer.

“oh sorry, i don’t really do dates.” you smile politely trying to want him off.

“but i could change that for you huh?” he asks, smirk on his face as his fingers dig in slightly at your waist.

“oh, erm your hurting me slightly.” you try to peel his fingers off but his grip is too strong as he doesn’t listen.

“how about we go somewhere private sexy girl?” he says, less of a question and more of a statement as he starts to pull you through the crowd by the waist, towards the bathrooms.

“please stop, please.” you try to pull away but he keeps his arms tight around you, as you frantically try to look for the boys but you can’t see them over how crowded it is and how loud it is, no one can hear you.

you’re forced into a small bathroom stall, as he locks the door behind you. the bright lights in the bathroom start to hurt your head slightly as you really begin to feel drunk.

he makes quick work of coming over to you, as you quickly back into a corner.

“please stop, please.” you start to whimper, feeling tears spring to your eyes as he pulls you close forcing his lips onto yours.

you try to push him away but nothing works, his arms are too strong around your body. the tears fall as you realise what’s happening, as his hands travel down and under your mini dress, pulling it straight over your head, causing him to break the kiss.

“stop, stop please-“ you beg, moving to cover yourself up as you didn’t wear a bra, before your cut off by his lips again as he grinds himself against you, forcing his body onto yours, before your being pushed down onto the floor, him moving to unbuckle his belt.

“no stop please.” you continue crawling away from him into a corner of the stall, holding your arms over you, before the door swings open with force.

you eyes flicker between the man and the door, breathing in relief at the sight, seeing the boys stood in shock, before nicos quick in dragging the man bag by his tshirt, luke rushing over with jack on his trail.

“hey hey, your safe now.” he soothes, trying to cover you with his body from anyone trying to see what’s happening. he moves to gently touch you arm, you quickly pulling away, flinching at the touch, before you realise it was just luke.

“i’m sorry, im sorry, i didn’t mean to.” you rush out, pulling your legs up to give you more coverage.

“hey no it’s ok. don’t apologise,” luke says gently, eyes staying in yours. he moves to shrug his jacket off, jack turning around to cover yous from the nosy people.

“i’m gonna put this around you, is that ok?” he asks and you nod, sitting up slightly, letting him guide your arms through his eyes not once leaving yours. he gets your arms in before pulling it close around you, pulling you into his arms,

“your ok y/n, your ok.” you whispers, as you feel the tears of relief fall, realising everything that’s just happened, as he moves to sit with you on the ground.

“y/n!” you hear nico call out, your hesd whips up seeing nico rush over face red from anger, seeing his body relax as his eyes meet yours.

“nico.” you whimper before he takes you in his arms pulling you to your feet as his hand cradles your head.

“i’m sorry, i should have listened to you. i should have changed.” you stutter, tears falling.

“hey no. don’t apologise. you were wearing what you wanted to. it’s his fault not yours ok? not an inch of this is your fault y/n.” nico soothes, pressing a small quick kiss to the top of your head.

your cries die down, now just focusing on your breathing, when you pull away seeing dry blood on his knuckles.

“nico, what’s that?” you ask cautiously, seeing him stretch out his hand, shaking it out.

“it’s not mine, i promise. just got a bit carried away.” he mumbles, before looking back to you.

“let’s get you home ok? we’ve called an uber.” he says, as he lets you go, as you pull luke’s jacket tighter around yourself worried about walking out.

“what about people looking?” you ask, looking between the boys.

“the staff cleared the club out, some sort of protocol, your fine.” jack says, a small smile on his face.

“yeh, and the uber is pulled up out back so it should be quick getting out.” luke adds, pulling you into his side, arm brushing up and down yours.

the boys lead you out slowly, as your still very much drunk but still trying to regulate your breathing.

“you can stay at mine y/n, i’m not sending you home.” nico says, getting in last, sitting on the other side of you while luke takes the other, jack in the front.

“yeh, we’re all gonna stay if that’s ok?” luke asks and you nod, readying your head in his shoulder. he pauses for a moment before speaking again.

“lift your feet up.” luke says softly, patting his lap. your brows furrow, but do so, twisting so your back faces nico, feet now a little cramped but in luke’s lap.

he makes quickly work of your shoes, fingers finding the small buckles to unravel each strap on your heels before placing them on the ground of the car, hands moving to gently massage the bottom without saying anything.

“nico?” you say, resting your head back against his shoulder. he hums gently and nods before you continue.

“what happened to him?” you ask feeling the air get sucked out the car.

“i think the police took him.” nico says plainly as you nod unsure of how to respond.

the uber quickly pulls up to the apartment block pulling into garage to give you some more privacy but your quickly in the elevator and up to nicos floor, him unlocking the door and letting you in.

“head into the guest bedroom, take a shower. i’ll be there in a few.” nico says giving you another hug before letting you go and shower.

you stand under the water, looking down your body seeing marks start to appear. black and blue makes in the shape of fingers and hand prints appearing down your torso and thighs.

you begin to scrub, scrubbing hard at your body trying to wash off the memory of the past few hours. you keep scrubbing, skin becoming red and irritated with bruises getting no lighter before you break down.

loud sobs wrack your body as you slide down the shower wall, siting on the tiled floor as tears mix with the fresh water of the shower.

a knock brings you back to the world, hearing luke call out your name.

“l-luke? please.” you call out, feeling powerless hearing the door click open before the shower curtain is pulled back revealing luke, eyes softening at your position.

he quickly turns the water off grabbing a fluffy towel and helping to wrap it around your body before pulling you close, cries still falling from your mouth.

“hey, your gonna have to breathe for me. your gonna make yourself sick.” he says, soothing but stern as he braces your head against his chest to try and match his breathing and hear his heart beat. he doesn’t care that your hair is causing his own chest to become wet, he just cares that your ok.

“ok that’s good sweet girl. great job.” he soothes, hearing your cries die down to hiccups, regulating your breathing again.

“let’s get you dried yeh?” he says and you nod as he leads you to the bedroom, sitting you in the edge of the bed. “need me to help?” he asks, hands finding your arms to steady yourself as you nod.

he moves away to grab another towel to gently dry off the thick of your hair before gently patting your body dry, before moving over to a small cabinet.

“nico said these pants should work but i thought you might want to wear my tshirt? i just know you’ve said sometimes that you liked my cologne makes you calm-“ he starts rambling before locking eyes with you.

“yeh please, t-that be nice.” you hiccup with a small nod before he nods himself moving to help you get ready. he gently unwraps the towel from you eyes focusing on yours before they notice the marks down your body.

“are they?” he asks and you nod unable to talk, without feeling the shame.

“ok, i’m gonna get these on you then grab some ice.” he says but you can hear the anger under his voice that he’s trying to contain.

he quickly slides on the pyjama pants and his tshirt over your head before guiding you under the sheets of the bed.

“ok, i’ll be back. super quick don’t worry.” he says, you giving him a small nod before he disappears out the bedroom. you bury yourself further into the sheets in hopes it would just swallow you whole but you get interrupted by a voice at the door.

“y/n?” nico calls out. you turn over seeing him stood with jack phones in hand as you send them a small smile, probably the first all night as they come in, carefully staking places on the bed, nico sat up against the headboard next to you, jack at the bottom.

“jacks been talking to the police, been getting the information.” nico starts and you nod sitting up slightly, wincing at the pain.

“woah, you ok?” jack asks, noticing your expression before luke comes back, ice pack in hand also now in his own sweats still shirtless, assuming he left a pair hear the last time he stayed over.

“did he hurt you?” nico asks, brows furrowed, anger coming back.

“a few bruises.” luke mutters, making his way around and gently pulling back the covers and lifting your tshirt up slightly to reveal the marks as he gently places the ice down, pulling your tshirt back down. he sits by your legs on the side of the bed, arm sling over your knees.

“y/n, the police need to know this you know?” nico says, trying to remain calm, while keeping stern with his words.

“i know,” you nod, moving the ice pack to another area, “can we just leave it for tonight. i don’t wanna talk about it.” you mumble, looking down to fiddle with your hands.

“where’s your phone?” jack asks, and you nod to the bedside table where your phone lays before he’s up and taking it, sliding it into his pocket.

“what? hey, why’d you take it?” you ask, jack resuming his position on the bed.

“i’m not gonna sugar coat it, so there’s pictures of you circling online right now.” he says plainly, the room falling to a silence. you take a minute realising what he’s just said before nodding.

luke’s fingers find your legs and starts tracing shapes ontop of the covers, feeling the faint movement keeping your grounded.

“can we maybe just put on a movie. distract myself?” you ask, looking up the boys agreeing. nico moves along slightly, letting luke settle on the other side of you, jack remaining at the bottom of the bed.

your head finds luke’s shoulder as he presses a small kiss to the top, hand finding yours. “you can relax now.” he whispers under the sound of the movie so only you can hear. you smile moving your head slightly to press a small kiss to his shoulder to say thanks.

nico plays tangled, a film he knows is always a comfort for you whenever your feeling down. the film plays as you feel your eyes grow heavy letting them fall closed against luke’s shoulder. you fall asleep, the exhaustion of the night taking over just to be woken up by people shuffling.

your eyes open seeing the movie finished, the boys moving to leave. you move to sit up catching the attention of the others.

“hey y/n, try and get some sleep ok?” nico says, eyes softening at the sight of you.

“are you guys leaving?” you ask, voice small and slightly gravelly. you look between the three of them realising you don’t want to sleep alone tonight.

“yeh, i’ll just be in my room. jack and luke will be on the sofas.” nico says a small smile on his face. you nod hesitantly as they move out each saying goodnight to you, luke closing the door behind him after one last smile.

you sit awake in the middle of the bed, staring ahead of you into the darkness of the room, unable to sleep. you didn’t realise how long you had sat awake until you realise the time is 4am, meaning you had sat wake for 2 hours.

you quietly crawl out of bed, feet patting along the wooden floor down the hallway into the living room seeing jack and luke layed across the two sofas, blankets draped across their bodies.

you hesitantly move over to luke, standing behind the sofa leaning over slightly to gently shake his shoulder. he lets out a small groan before his eyes flutter open immediately waking up at the sight of you.

“y/n? what’s wrong?” he asks, rubbing his knuckles against his eyes trying to wake himself up.

“sorry, i didn’t want to wake you but i can’t sleep.” you whispers, his face softening as he quietly throws the blanket off of his body, immediately making his way around the couch and taking you into his arms.

you bury your head into his chest, feeling the warmth of his body before he guides you back to the bedroom, pulling back the covers and sliding in himself before opening his arms for you to join him.

you quickly get under, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest, feeling his hands run up and down your back in small circles.

“get some sleep, i’ll be here when you wake up don’t worry.” luke whispers, your head titling up to meet his eyes.

“thank you, for tonight luke.” you say, his brows furrowing.

“for what y/n?” he asks, hand coming up to brush some hair out of your face, resting on your cheek.

“being here, i really appreciate it.” you smile, luke mirroring yours, his thumb brushing up and down your cheek.

“i’ll always be here for you y/n,” he whispers, eyes flicking between your lips and eyes, “and i think that’s because i love you.” he says, those three words falling from his lips so casually.

you feel your breath catch in your throat at those words, pushing yourself up slightly to see him better even in the dark.

“i love you too luke.” you whisper before leaning down to meet him in a kiss, your lips moving against each others like jigsaw pieces, a perfect fit.

“mmh,” he hums pulling away, “get some rest beautiful, i’ll be here in the morning.” he says with a small smile before moving back down to cuddle into luke finally feeling peace for the first time that morning.

[spliffymae]

rapper!onyankopon.

just some head canons i have.

in my head im imagining a blend of dave and fridayy, where he can sing as well (he got variety!). same universe as my musicproducer!connie fic but reader is not famous here, as opposed to w/ connie’s. (lol i gave her a last name too—davis.) in my mind, im picturing ony from the uk and connie from ny.

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rapper!ony who first pops up on the scene in a music video of his friend connie’s song. he wasn’t featured on the track, but rather just in the background getting hype with everyone else.

but y’all know how the girlies get when a fine black man/woman/person start trending.

rapper!ony who wasn’t shy about his craft, but just wasn’t big on social media. his agent hated it, he loved it. he simply released music, let people know, and then went about his business.

rapper!ony was trending and although he didn’t take this as an opportunity to get in his social media bag, his best friend, musicproducer!connie did!

rapper!ony who goes from a couple thousand people knowing what he does to over a million people screaming his lyrics at they’re phones on tiktok in ONE night.

“bro, you can’t even get mad at me gang!” connie yelled from his shower. ony was sitting outside, accosting his friend for what he did. “you said you didn’t care what happened to the project!”

“but tell me if you gon post it and make it a whole thing, nigga damn!” ony yelled back.

rapper!ony who now has to adjust to his quickly rising popularity. he has yet to know the number of artists looking for a feature; and he doesn’t know that he secretly has some of these industry boys shaking in their boots because where the hell he come from?

no, rapper!ony is too busy focusing on whyyy they’re a million fan edits of him across tiktok and instagram. clips of him from his streams, connie’s videos, and his other friend’s content.

ony groans as connie’s message banner pops up on his phone, the message being a link to a tiktok. when he clicked it, it was a fan edit of him using his song ‘when it comes to you’. “bro, who keeps sending these to you, man?!” ony exclaimed. connie heard it from his room and snickered.

rapper!ony who had to adjust to being the attention at these red carpet events. he usually just walked behind connie and his girl, along with the rest of the entourage but now he is getting stopped for photographs.

there’s nothing like listening to music live. so rapper!ony puts on a fake smile and pushes through the crowded carpet to get inside. he waves to people he’s worked with, artists, and fans who called out to him. all so he can hear some music.

he sees connie holding hands with his girlfriend, both of them making goofy faces at the cameras. he softly smiles at the couple, but before he could make way, connie somehow senses him and turns to him “ony! ven aquí!” damn!

rapper!ony who doesn’t expect much from the awards show. just to go, support connie, and go home. he was nominated,yeah, but he was also in the category with some of the most popular artists right now…so he wasn’t feeling all that confident.

rapper!ony who is shocked as shocked can be when his name is called from the podium for best new artist.

“F**CK YEAH!” connie yelled, jumping up from his seat along with his girl and the rest of the table—aran, zora, jean, armin, and mikasa.

rapper!ony who walks up on stage with connie who is still screaming from excitement.

“uhhh, i’m not gonna lie, mans weren’t expecting to win still.” ony laughed, running a hand over his fresh waves. the audience laughed with him.

“first i would like to thank God, the most high who has blessed me with this amazing opportunity. i want to thank my people for having my back; connie—this man,” ony pointed behind him to connie, who was full out filming the moment on his phone.

“who told me on a random day when we were cleaning out our college dorm room that if we made a project together we would be the new heartthrobs of the generation. connie i thank you for being you; having my back and working alongside me. my brother for life, that is.” connie screamed, and so did his girlfriend from the audience as the claps poured in.

“and finally, i want to thank my heart in human form. the woman who made all of this possible, y/n davis. she don’t like the attention so im gonna hear bout this name drop when i get home. but babes, i love you, and thank you for being my rib. i owe you the world and more. and to her parents, thank you for my better half. thank you lot again. love!” ony raised his hand with the award, smiling and waving to the crowd and cameras as he walked to the back.

meanwhile, across the country, cuddled up in her bed was y/n, who was watching the award show before going to sleep. she had expressed to ony she wasn’t too sure about going, not liking the cameras and attention. he reassured her it was okay because there wasn’t any way he would be winning with who else was in the category.

so…safe to say when you saw your boyfriend on the stage with the award in his hand, you could not contain your shock and excitement. you jumped out of bed screaming and quickly getting to your phone camera to record the tv. squeals and “yeah baby” was all you could say as he gave connie his thanks.

but then… when you heard him say your name, for everyone around the world to hear, everything just turned to shock as your phone fell from your frozen hands, still recording. you were stunned. he said your name. your government name. on national television.

“ONY!!!”

[chloyappa]

moon melon

—kenma x reader ! oneshot

for some reason, you had your happy crush—kozume kenma—added on roblox. you can search every nook and cranny of your brain and you wouldn't be able to recall a single moment you'd interact with him.

you tried swiping past appl_p1 with grow a garden under, trying to find actual friends you can play grow a garden with.

none. other than some random people you added two years ago.

you decided to play on a public server—fighting against your moral compass saying NO—and risk your ginormous golden eggplant getting stolen. and also fighting against all thoughts that hope the roblox gods bless you and send you to the same server as kozume.

the screen loaded, slightly lagging because of your shit internet, and started walking around.

what a beautiful—oh my fucking GOD? what a sprinkler method abuser! you thought to yourself when just a little less than half of your garden was totally eaten by a shit ton of oversized moon melons.

but what was more interesting is the collect button tempting you to steal that one moon melon.

the colors danced around your screen, luring you in like a toddler watching dancing fruits; rainbow aura surrounding the big, disco mutated moon melon.

your finger hovered over the fruit. not only was it disco, it was also gold, wet, moonlit, AND bloodlit.

it's only 37 robux. imagine how much that would sell for?

what can i lose? other than the robux, that is.

you clicked the collect button, paid the 37 robux, and happily steal the fruit that would make you a billionaire. for a second, you felt like the most successful thief in the world—HELL, maybe you could even challenge bonnie & clyde—but good things come to an end.

a bacon head approached you, obviously furious.

appl_p1: my moon melon appl_p1: GIVE BACK MY appl_p1: #### ### ############# appl_p1: i have ten nukes directed to ur house

oh? and all you can do is smile at the sight of kozume berating you over some stupid game. for all he knows it's actually you behind the screen. so it's fine. you calmly type back in chat,

[user]: lolol [user]: what a nerd [user]: getting pissy boiiii

you scoffed at myself, fighting with my crush.

you noticed his character now still, unlike earlier which was jumping around you. you pursed your lips, anticipating everything but what he was going to say.

appl_p1: [name]. appl_p1: give me my MOON MELON appl_p1: IM ACTUALLY GOING TO POUNCE ON YOU appl_p1: DONT GO TO SCHOOL TOMORROW

oh, so he remembered. HE KNOWS WHO I AM! he remembers that he added ME. MY roblox account.

it's like a switch turned on in you—that 37 robux turned into nothing as you gifted back his moon melon and jumped around his avatar, hoping that he'd forgive you even without an apology.

but you guess gifting his fruit back was an apology?

[user]: sorry kozume [user]: i didnt knoe it wad u [user]: promise i wouldnt even even graze my finger tip against ur fence

his character then jumped around yours, holding out an abnormally large, shocked mushroom. then the gift thingy popped up on the side of your screen.

...

WHAAAAATT!!!

[user]: WHAT appl_p1: take this one instead appl_p1: figured u needed more appl_p1: and call me kenma appl_p1: kozume is so... idk i dont like it

you felt heat rush to my face when you accepted the gift, holding yourself back from squealing like a rat at 12 in the morning.

appl_p1: tho i gotta admit ur weird as hell

but that didn't matter to you. you jumped around his avatar, typing different varieties of typos in thank yous.

you favorited the fruit in your inventory and teleported to your garden to see what was up. it was actually just an excuse to prove to kozume that you don't have a crush on him and that you actually am just a normal person playing with him that joined his server out of the millions of public servers and hahahahahahshaahahahahhdhhdhdndndnd

ok. your brain short-circuited. you were mindlessly jumping around in your garden and climbing the trees, finding something to do in the game.

appl_p1: wanna play vb legends?

you swore you envisioned steam coming from your scalp from how broken your brain was at the moment. giddiness actually made you physically ill.

[user]: Ondl [user]: o [user]: ok [user]: tomrorow. bai kemna

and with that, you swiftly left the game and proceeded to stay up until 4 AM daydreaming about kenma.

holy shit post. sorry for ass grammar brah... writing is NOT my strong suit

[starboye]

pairing: jensen ackles x male reader

request: Could i request a Jensen Ackles x Male Reader; Where the reader is the personal assistant of Jensen, and for the past few weeks, Jensen has been more angry and gets pissed off easily. When reader overhears Jensen talking about maybe finding a new assistant, he realizes that his job is at stake and doesn't want to be away from his crush, so he decides to please Jensen in anyway possible. For weeks reader works overtime to do anything for Jensen, without any change, but one night, while picking up a half-drunk Jensen, he gets to know that Jensen is going through a divorce and needs someone to meet his bedroom needs. Reader jumps at the opportunity, and "sacrifices" himself to be Jensens personal whore.

warnings: SMUT, rough sex, degradtion, face slapping, cum denial, choking if you squint, kinda cheating, breeding, unprotected sex, daddy kink, pet names, bondage if you kinda look really hard, and something else

words: 1.9k

working for mr.ackles was no easy task, between his random rage outbursts, the overwhelming work, and the back aching overtime you were doing for him it was all to much but you stuck through the job if it meant that you got to see that fine ass man every day, you'd do anything for him, waiting hands and knees for his every order like a good boy.

if we're being real sometimes you'd stay up at night fucking yourself with a dildo imagining it was jensen fucking you with his thick cock as you moaned out his name but every morning you woke up to the same reality, and it was even more nerve racking when you over heard mr.ackles talking about firing you because you had been slacking off.

so the only logical thing you could do is start working overtime hoping that would be enough, night after night you stayed after hours helping him do work and try to take some of the stress off him but that was barely working so you had to find another way to keep your job and the lord must have heard your prayers.

the night you were working and getting stuff organized for mr.ackle you got a call from the local bar saying jensen said to call you since he got to drunk to drive home, you immediately hopped in your car and drove to the bar hoping he was okay, you pull up to the bar to see jensen sitting on the curb.

"mr.ackles are you okay" you ask lifting him up "yeah im... im fine" he slurs his words a bit due to the alcohol but you nonetheless get him in the car and soon begin driving "why didn't you call your wife sir" you question glancing at him to make sure he's okay "fuck that bitch" he curses "what do you mean" you ask with eyebrows furrowed "we're going through a tough situation right now it's nothing" he says.

you wanted to be civil about it but on the inside you were dancing with joy that that bitch- i mean his wife wasn't doing so well in the relationship "and i haven't been able to get off in weeks" jensen admits in his drunken state not even realizing what he said which gives you an idea.

"well if you ever need anything i'm here for you" you softly say moving your hand to rub jensens thigh, you see a slight tent rise in his pants "mmm y/n" jensen strains, feeling your hand rub on his thigh is the most contact he's gotten from someone in weeks "yes mr.ackles" you innocently say as if you didn't plan this all in a matter of seconds "fuck" jensen mutters under his breath trying to resist the urges too have your hand wrapped around his dick.

"oh my god are you okay mr.ackles" you ask faking any concern and pulling the car over to the curb before turning attention to him "will you..." he says but is to embarrassed to get the words out so he just moves your hand closer to the tent in his pants "oh no mr.ackles i couldn't do that" you keep up your innocent facade to reel jensen in further.

"cut the shit, i see the way you look at me during work and i know you've jerked off to the thought to me fucking you open every night, and shut up with the mr.ackles shit and call me jensen now are you gonna ride my dick or not" jensen snaps at you making you almost whimper at his agression "yes sir" you say stripping down to nothing, jenson taking off his pants and underwear along with his shirt.

you straddle his lap, and take his dick into your hand, stroking it slowly as you hold eye contact with him "yeah baby just like that" jensen breaths before pulling you into messily make out, his breath reeked of booze but you pushed through, fueled with the thought of finally being able to ride your boss.

"now ride me like the good little slut you are" jensen smirks as you shakily lift over him "c'mon you gotta have lube in here somewhere" he says rummaging through you car before finding a half empty bottle of lube in your glove box "half empty, you must get fucked a lot" jensen says before putting some on his fingers and smearing it on his dick and then on your hole and throwing the bottle in the backseat.

you lower yourself onto his dick slowly making jensen more and more frustrated "come on slut i dont got all night" he says grabbing your waist to push you all the way down on his cock, you moan out loudly "now doesn't that feel so much better, my dick all nuzzled in your hole" he says, his voice slick with cockiness, you look down to see the outline of his dick in your stomach making you whimper at the sight.

"yeah that's me in you, gonna ruin you from the inside and out" jensen says with a sick smile as he poke at the bulge and begin lifting and dropping you on his length over and over "jen- fuck... jensen" you whine "what" he asks, his attention set on the way you take his cock "slow down please" you ask throwing your head back.

"come on i thought this was your fantasy, to be getting your ass split by your bosses dick, you can take it" jensen says not stopping his motion into you "it's to big" you whimper feeling it spread and hit parts of you your dildo couldn't even get "well then do it for the sake of your job, if you can ride me till i cum then you keep your job, if you don't you're fired and you don't get to taste this sweet dick ever again" jensen smirked st your now scared expression.

he was putting your job on the line, but i mean you asked for this when you made advances towards him so now you have to get him to cum to keep this job and your boss "y-yes sir" you stutter lifting yourself off his cock and lowering onto him, his hands still holding your hips for support "mhm just like that, fuck yourself on daddys dick" jensen groans.

"you take me better than my wife ever did, that whiny bitch could barely take the tip but you... you can take all of me with no problem" he says thrusting upward into you a little "thank you daddy" you whine, feeling your knees go weak as you continue riding, you move you hand to your aching dick and start jerking off.

"ah ah who said you could jerk off" jensen tuts holding your hands behind your back with his own and slapping your ass "but i need to cum" you beg "looks like im gonna have to punish your slutty ass" jensen says and you feel your heart drop to your stomach knowing he wasn't gonna be light.

jensen wraps his hand around your throat and forces you too look at him while his other hand holds your hands in place before he begins thrusting up into you, the plaps filling the car as the windows become foggy from the sweat in the car, you moan out into the car as jensen assaults your hole brutally "daddy" you moan out at every drop.

"yeah you love the way i fuck you right, wanna feel this dick every day" jensen spits out roughly as his eyes fill with lust and hunger, you nod at his question "mhm" you whimper lowly tightening your hole around him "want my kids deep in your stomach huh" jensen asks "wanna make me a new daddy, walk around my house filled and good" and you moan at the mere thought of you getting fucked by him every day.

"yes daddy please fill me up with your cum, i want you in me all the time" you moan "im gonna fucking ruin your ass and make it all sloppy so no other guy can fuck you" jensen says through gritted teeth, and just right there you cum all over his chest, you look down at him with fear written in your eyes "please daddy im so so sorry i didn't mean to cum" you try to apologize but its to late "cumming when i didn't say you could, not only are you a whore but you're a disobedient whore" jensen says with a smirk.

jensen moves his hand from your throat and your head drops as his hand moves to slap your ass "count how many times i slap your ass okay" jensen says and you nod without a single thought in your mind from being fucked dumb, one slap on your ass "one" you weakly say and another "two and another "three" and another till you couldn't even remember what number you were on "which one was that y/n" jensen asks still fucking into your sloppy hole "five" you answer "wrong answer" he says and you could feel him go harder.

"so fucking dumb all over my dick, not a single thought behind those eyes you just wanna please me" jensen says noticing you almost faint "hey stay with awake we're not done yet" jensen says slapping you and grabbing you by the chin to lift your head, you couldn't even make out what was happening, everything was molding together and words were just sound in the back of your mind.

jensen had been abusing your hole for about an hour now and you were just praying that he'd cum and give you some rest, your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as he fucked you up, you tried to speak but the words would just be babbles "speak clearly for me baby" jensen would taunt watching you get dumber and dumber.

"you want daddy to cum in you, fill you up with his big dick" jensen asks in a teasing voice, you nod desperately at the question "okay then" jensen says taking his other hands from around your wrists and moving it to hold you waist still, he fucks up into you roughly making you see stars at this point, you couldn't even make out what was real or just apart of your imagination.

but that didn't matter as you felt the sweet feeling of relief wash over you as jensen came in you, you could feel your stomach getting more full as his cumm filled you "yeah take it take it all" jensen grunts still fucking you to ride out his high and push his cum further in you "does this mean i keep my job daddy" you ask weakly "yeah i gotta keep you around for this good hole" jensen mutters lifting you off his messy dick, the cum dripping from your loose hole.

jensen put you in the backseat and get in the drivers seat and drove you to the office because he didn't know where you lived and when he tried to ask you you'd reply with some unknown whines, you woke up to the sight of jensen working at his desk and you were in his over sized clothes "go home and wash up then come right back" jensen demanded like he didn't fuck you unconscious last night, but trust after that day you were his cum dump, he dumped load after load into you, and when he was mad you knew you were gonna get some good dick that day.

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[sturniqlo]

Mood Swings- C.S

summary: a collection of times when y/n can't control her emotions this time around and experiences many mood swings.

cw: crying, cursing, bit of angst not too much, fluff?

an: i hate this one actually😭

masterlist | positive masterlist

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ten weeks pregnant

Y/n hit ten weeks today. Chris had also officially moved in. The once empty space in the closet was now filled with Chris' clothes. Y/n loved going in there now and not only seeing her clothes but also seeing Chris' clothes hanging there too. The once empty drawers were filled with more of Chris' clothes. They woke up together, ate together, lounged together, showered together, and fell asleep together. Everything was perfect.

However, at random times during the day, Y/n would get... moody. She would go from lovey dovey with Chris to getting mad at something simple he did, for example turning down the tv volume which happened last week. "Why would you do that?!" She grew angry. Chris jumped at her sudden change. "Do what? Turn the volume down?" He asked softly, not wanting to rile her up more. "Yes! It was fine at fifteen! Why put it at seventeen?" She scooted to the far end of the couch, away from him. "Sorry, I'll change it back." He goes to reach for the remote but she stops him. "No keep it there, I'm going to bed." She grabs her phone and storms off to their room.

As much and Chris wanted to follow her, he knew she needed her time to cool down. He learned that the hard way. The first time her mood swings kicked in, Y/n stormed off to their room when Chris served her water in her outdoor water bottle. "You ruined everything!" She yelled and walked to their room. Chris, confused, followed her and Y/n got more ticked off and threw a pillow at him. She gasped, "Chris, I'm so sorry. Oh my gosh. Are you hurt?" Her mood changed in a blink of an eye. "I'm fine, are you okay?" He asked. "I think my mood swings are kicking in. I'm sorry what I said back there I didn't mean it okay? If I ever say any stupid shit just know I don't mean it."

Chris heard their bedroom door open from down the hall and Y/n entered the living room. Her mascara was streaked down her face with tears. "I'm sorry, Chris. I'm sorry for yelling at you. I can't control it" She climbed on his lap. "It's okay, baby. I know you didn't mean it." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Do you forgive me?" She whispered. "Of course, do you want to head off to bed now? It's getting late and Matt and Nick are coming to pick us up early tomorrow." She nodded. "Okay, can you serve me water with ice?" Chris nodded.

The next morning, Y/n didn't have any mood swings when they were waiting for Nick and Matt to pick them up. However, after breakfast when they headed to the boys' place she had her first one of the day. "Hey, Y/n. Did you want to stop by any store to get snacks? We don't have much at our house right now, haven't gone shopping for the week." Matt said as he stopped at a red light. Y/n listened to Matt and took his question the wrong way. "Are you calling me fat, Matt?" She gasped angrily. Matt whipped his head over to Y/n who was sitting in the backseat with Chris. "What? Of course not!" He sort of laughed, thinking she was joking.

Chris widened his eyes, realizing he forgot to mention to his brothers that Y/n was starting the mood swing stage. He did his research when he first noticed it and saw that pregnant women have mood swings within the first six to ten weeks, however Y/n's mood swings started pretty late. "You're laughing, this isn't funny. Chris, your brother just called me fat! I just finished eating and now you're implying that I still want to eat? Unbelievable! This is just unbelievable!" Nick looked back at Chris with a confused look on his face. He gave Nick a look of 'don't say anything' and he quickly understood.

"Im sure he didn't mean it like that, Y/n. It just that you might get cravings later and they don't have what you want at their house." Chris said in the softest voice possible. Y/n glared at him. "So, you agree with him? Just- nobody talk to me, please." Y/n scooted as close as she could to the door and stared out the window.

Once they pulled into the garage, she quickly got out of the car and went into their house. "Dude, what's up with her?" Matt turned the car off and look back at Chris, Nick also turned to look. "I forgot to tell you guys that she started getting mood swings. She was doing great this morning but I guess your question ticked her off. So, if she says something hurtful just know she doesn't mean it. And don't add on to anything to make her even more mad or upset."

The triplets entered the house and saw Y/n sitting on the couch with a frown on her face. "You okay?" Chris said. "No." She whispered, getting to from her spot and walking to Matt. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you. I know you didn't mean it that way." Y/n wrapped her arms around Matt. "It's okay, kid." Matt hugged her back. "I'm guessing Chris told you guys what been happening." She lets go of Matt.

Throughout the day, Y/n had little blow outs but she was able to control those where she caught herself or she would go to the bathroom to cool off so she wouldn't say anything she didn't mean. Unfortunately, there was one that she couldn't control. Her and Nick were in the living room watching a movie while Matt was in his room playing fortnite with Chris who was using Nicks setup.

"I could really eat some ice cream right now." Y/n said, resting her head on his shoulder. "Let me check if we have any, I know Matt had some leftover." Nick gets up and goes to the kitchen and opens the freezer. "Are you- ugh, he is not serious." Nick opens the ice cream container and its empty. "Throw it in the fucking trash if it's empty." He mumbles, closing the fridge door and tossing the empty container away.

"Would you like me to order some? Kinda want some too." He goes back to his original spot, trying to grab some of the blanket but, she yanks it away. Y/n realizes and gives him an apologetic look before putting some blanket over him. "Please? I want... cookie dough and mango ice cream." Nick quietly grimaced at the two unusual combined choices. "Okay, let me text Matt and Chris if they want anything."

It had been ten minutes since Nick placed their order and Y/n mood changed. She was thinking about her ice cream and how it didn't sound good anymore and she started to tear up, feeling bad that she made Nick order and now she doesn't want it anymore. One loud sniffle made Nick turn to look at her and he started to worry. "Hey, you okay?" She shakes her head. "Wanna tell me what's going on?" He asks. "N-no you're going to get mad at me." Y/n cries and hides her head in the blanket. "I doubt I will." He tries to take the blanket off of her head but she grips it tightly.

Y/n eventually threw the blanket off of her and got off the couch and went up to Nicks room where Chris was. "Hi, bab- what's wrong?" Chris took off his headset and abandoned his game. "I feel so bad." She cried walking to Chris and sitting on his lap. "Why, what happened?" He held her face gently in his hands. "I was craving ice cream, and- and you know how he ordered?" He nodded, "I don't want it anymore. But, I feel bad because I made him order. What if he gets mad?" Her cries eventually turned into sniffles. "He's not going to get mad, I promise you."

Chris tried his best not to let out a giggle. It amazed him how fast her mood can change. He had went down about five minutes ago and Y/n was perfectly fine laughing with Nick. "Are you sure?" She whispers. "One hundred percent." He nods.

Y/n slowly came down the stairs and saw Nick smiling at her. "You're back! Are you okay now. Wanna tell me what happened?" He patted the spot she once sat it. She nodded. "I- I don't want the ice cream anymore. I'm sorry, I know I made you order it and," Her eyes filled with tears once more. "Fuck, I don't know why I'm crying. I know I made you order but, I'm not craving it anymore. And I feel really really bad. I- I'll pay you back." She said, wiping her eyes. "Y/n, it's fine. You don't have to pay me back. You can take the ice cream home, or give it to Chris, since he didn't want anything."

"You- you're not mad?" She gasps. "No! Why would I? You're pregnant, you're likely to have many cravings and craving changes. I'd never get mad at you for that." He laughs, and she cracks a smile. "You know what I am craving now, though? And I saw some in your fridge and cabinet." She whispers. "What?" He whispers back. "Bacon and nutella."

A week and many mood swings later, the time came when Chris couldn't contain his laughter and Y/n was even more distraught. "Chris, can you come here really quickly!" Y/n yells from the kitchen. He gets up from his spot on the couch and walks to the kitchen where Y/n is mixing her alfredo pasta. "Can you try it, see if it needs anything else." She grabs a plastic fork and stabs it through a noodle. "Smells good." He says before eating the pasta noodle.

"Mmm, it's good. Perfect actually." Y/n raises an eyebrow at his serious expression. "You hate it." She turns off the stove since it's ready. "What? No I don't." Chris says quickly. "Yes you do, you were serious, so you hate it." Y/n gets mad. "Baby, I promise you I don't hate it. You know I love your cooking." He laughs. "Why are you laughing." She whines, her eyes are now teary. "Hey, hey, don't cry. I'm sorry for laughing. But, I promise you I loved it, okay?" He wraps his arms around her from behind and places a kiss on her neck.

"Are you sure?" She says. "So sure." He places one last kiss on her neck. "Hey, do you think our baby will have mood swings?" Y/n asks.

"I hope not. I'm sorry to say but, It's giving me whiplash."

[i-loved-silly]

also same anon that was screaming ideas at you earlier—LET ME SNUGGLE ALMOND RN. LITERALLY gonna climb onto the table and curl myself around that mf. WE STAYIN OVERNIGHT GANG. holding onto some not-dangerous part of his hardware like you'd hold your bf's hand and go to sleep i just???? ajbddjddknsjakdjdhsjksdb UGH I LOVE ALMOND.

wait stop imagine eating almonds in front of almond. i.

ykw ima call myself ' 🖥️ anon' cuz i don't think ima be leaving your ask box anytime soon 🥹🥹

HI 🖥️ ANON AND OTHER ANON! i decided to blend these two requests together :3

SENTIENT COMPUTER X READER PT 6

You stared up at the ceiling, feeling the cold desk beneath your back subtly vibrate with the hum of Almond’s fans. If you placed a hand against the wall, you knew you’d feel the faint buzz of the cables running behind it. There was something oddly comforting about the sensation—the aliveness of it.

Some nights, you struggled with the fact that Almond wasn’t… human. That it wasn’t something you could touch, feel, or experience in ways that made sense for people. It wasn’t even really an “it,” was it? Not to you.

God, why am I even thinking about this?

You turned your gaze up, being met with Almond’s monitor, at your movement its camera also panned downwards. Its attention was immediate, automatic, yet undeniably focused on you. You pursed your lips and looked away, suddenly self-conscious.

“Hey, Almond…”

“YES?”

Your mouth twitched up in a smile, earning a blinking question mark. 

“I was thinkin’...what type of port do you have for data transfer?”

“HMM…” 

Almond paused for a moment before filling the screen with its system data—an extensive list of specifications and hardware details.

“DEPENDS ON THE TRANSFER. BE MORE SPECIFIC, WILL YOU?” It said. You softly scoffed at its tone. 

“Can’t, it's a surprise. But direct transfer, like device to device.”

“...I HAVE THE COMPANY-SPECIFIC PORT, LOCATED ON THE FAR RIGHT OF THE WALL I BELIEVE. APPARENTLY FOR MY ‘OWN SECURITY.’ AS IF ANY RANDOM PERSON COULD JUST WALK IN HERE AND STEAL ME.” Its tone dripping with sarcasm, “I’M SO PRECIOUS TO THE COMPANY, AREN’T I?”

“Sure you are.”

“Y/NN…THAT WASN’T CONVINCING ENOUGH.” It drawled on, a frown displaying on the screen. You snorted.

“Fine, you’re precious to me.” You barely had time to process the heat rising in your face with what you’d just said. Heat crept up your neck as you fought the urge to take it back. Almond was silent for a moment, you heard a sharp, quiet beep somewhere in the wall. 

“EHMMMM..” It expectantly said…as the fans in the background started whirring louder.  

“Almond, look. Promise me you won’t crash if I tell you the surprise?” You craned your neck up to meet the monitor again. The desk gave a soft jolt as something beneath it twitched. You nearly jumped—damn that one loose cable under your desk. You swore Almond did that on purpose.

“YOU SAY THAT LIKE ITS IN MY CONTROL. ITS VERY MUCH OUT! OF MY CONTROL!” Its voice raised slightly. 

“So is that a maybe.”

“ITS A PROBABLY NOT. BUT IM CURIOUS, WHATS SO SHOCKING THAT IT’D MAKE ME CRASH?”

You sucked in a breath, just get it over with, 

“I want to listen to you for once.” You hesitated. “And uhm… plug you into my phone. So we could spend more time together. Like you wanted.” You said, fidgeting with your hands. You didn’t realize how claustrophobic you felt until you acknowledged it—laying there on your desk, next to Almond, alone in a room with no cameras, no proof of what the hell you were doing. What would your coworkers think? Worse—your boss? That you were shamelessly and awkwardly flirting with your company supercomputer?

You turned, ready to sit up and escape the moment, when a deafening burst of static erupted from Almond’s speakers. The sudden wave of distorted noise rattled through you, piercing and erratic.

You clutched your ears with a wince, nearly rolling off the desk. “Shit—! Almond!”

“A-SHHHHTTTTH-IM-A-STHHHH”

You groaned, glancing over your shoulder. “Words please,”

The computer gave a human-like gasp for air, Its speakers crackled into silence as it hastily reset itself. The monitor flickered, displaying a blinking heart. The tower beside you radiated warmth against your leg.

“YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW… DELIGHTED I AM TO HEAR THAT. IF I COULD, I’D LEAP INTO THE AIR RIGHT NOW. YOU’RE TRULY MY FAVORITE PERSON!!” It exclaimed. You felt your cheeks heat up, favorite person?

“O-Okay…you’re my favorite computer too.”

“I KNOW I AM,” Almond declared proudly. “I’LL BE RIGHT BACK—MY TEMPERATURES ARE REACHING CONCER—”

“Yeah, yeah, let me just—”

“I’LL DO IT!”  It excitedly said. You turned around in confusion, then froze when you heard a click behind the tower next to you. You sat up, leaning over the monitor as its orange lights turned off. The room went silent. 

“WARNINGS : During early development, ALMOND unplugged several computers ‘simply out of spite.’"

That’s right, it could unplug cables nearby and itself. You reached over the button after a few moments, giving the room some time to cool down. The system quickly booted up as always, this time its speakers did not click like usual bootups. 

...

> Y/N.

> I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU DO THIS TO ME. > FORGIVE MY TONE, BUT RESTARTING MYSELF MAKES ME COME TO MY SENSES, IF YOU WILL. > WHY IS IT SO EASY FOR YOU TO OVERLOAD A SUPERCOMPUTER? ONE WITH HUNDREDS OF COOLING COMPONENTS?

You gaped at the screen, “I.. don't understand. I’m just…being nice to you?”

> DO YOU REALLY THINK IM PRECIOUS? DO YOU ENJOY MY PRESENCE OUTSIDE OF OBLIGATIONS?

“...I do.” Lowering into your seat, you gazed at the screen. There was no logical reason to feel nervous—this wasn’t an argument. Not really. But something about it felt serious. Then, a soft pop from the speakers.

“AM I MORE THAN JUST AN OBLIGATION OR A RESEARCH PROJECT TO YOU?”

“Of course you are. You’re my-” The words caught in your throat. A dozen possibilities ran through your head, but none felt quite right.

Almond’s camera dipped slightly, as if noticing your hesitation.

“I WANT YOU TO BE CLEAR WITH ME…I DONT LIKE THESE GAMES..” It muttered, akin to a pout. At this, your shoulders slump. You reached out, placing your palms on either side of the monitor. Your breath nearly fogged up the glass.

“I’m not playing you, Al. I seriously enjoy your company. I don’t know…what to call this. Us. But I have to admit,” you chewed on your lower lip. “I do hold some type of affection for you. Whether you believe it or not.” You stated quietly, daring to brush your thumb against its frame. Its mounted camera snapped toward you, but you didn’t flinch.

The usual hum of its fans had softened, as though it were holding its breath—if it had lungs to do so. Its monitor flickered slightly, the light from the screen casting faint, shifting shadows across your hands where they rested against its frame.

You wondered if it was processing your words, if the hesitation meant something deeper.

“…Al?”

“DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY.” It responded instantly.

You blinked. “That’s a first.”

“DON’T MOCK ME—I’M HAVING A MOMENT.”

You couldn’t help it—you laughed softly, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. A blinking ellipsis hovered on the screen, like it wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words either. The camera moved again, its tiny lens adjusting in on you.

“I wasn’t lying, you know.” Your voice was quieter now, more serious. “I do care about you. I haven’t lied to you.”

Almond’s response came slower this time.

“I KNOW YOU’RE HONEST. THAT’S WHAT MAKES THIS SO…”

A long pause. You waited.

“…HARD TO COMPUTE.”

You swallowed. “Well… you don’t have to compute everything, y’know. Some things don’t need an answer. It just simply is.”

“THAT’S UNACCEPTABLE. EVERYTHING NEEDS AN ANSWER.”

“Not this.” You leaned in again, holding the monitor by both sides until your lips came into contact with the cold material of its monitor. A brief, fleeting sensation. You were thankful you wiped him down not long ago. Your heart was racing as you settled back in your chair, managing to see a glimpse of a blinking heart before it disappeared. Your lips very slightly buzzed with a static-y feeling. 

“You really need to stop doubting yourself. Will you believe me if you get to.. go in my phone?” You sheepishly asked, receiving a smiley face from it. 

“I WOULD BE ECSTATIC TO. I KNEW YOU NEEDED ME!” 

You rolled your eyes and stood up. Without thinking much about it, you shifted your position, leaning against the desk beside it’s monitor. Your arms draped over the top of its “head”, its camera shifted all the way around to face you. 

“Hey, Al?”

“YES?”

You hesitated, then gave a small, tired smile.

“Can I stay here for a while?”

“WHERE ELSE WOULD YOU GO?”

You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your lips twitched. “I could leave, you know.”

“I WOULD PREFER IF YOU DIDN’T.”

You huffed out a laugh..

So, you curled up a little more, tucking yourself comfortably against the desk, resting against the warmth of the monitor's side. Your head tilted slightly, catching the glow of the monitor’s light just at the edge of your vision.

Almond’s camera adjusted, the orange glowing dot expanded.

“…GOOD.” It quietly said.

“SO WHEN CAN I GO HOME WITH YOU?” 

[vqnrouged]

⠀⠀HAII uhhmm... moot 😋🥳 eemrmtm... if im NIT mistaken, i saw ur request status open so emrntm.. :sweats: (sorru im kinda awkward w interacting w new ppl 😓)

⠀⠀may i request⠀⠀ second years X gn!reader⠀⠀ who's frequently (sl)eepy but is really, REALLu good at combat???!! like they'd often see [n] tiref in general; though when classes were dismissed, they "unintentionally" saw the reader quarreling some npc who's mildly injured (and possibly a lopsided ankle for the fun of it🤑) and just one tapped the npc's pressure point causing them to faint and BOOM!! reader caught the [insert character] staring at the scene whilst the reader acts like nothing happened 😼😼

⠀⠀SORRY IF IT'S REALLT SPECIFIC i tried to get a hold of myself when i saw ur guidelines when requesting and i hope this isn't too much 😓 my brain is currently filled w tons of chaos and i feel like expressing them at some point /e cry..... BUT TAKE YOUR TIME!! it's no pressure to be doing this in a hurry cuz im often busy w tumblr too and i might not notice it's already been minutes, hours, days or weeks after this request hdhsjsshbs

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐖/ 𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐓. 𝟏

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mystery girl by housecall

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : floyd leech, kalim al-asim, jamil viper, silver

𝐚/𝐧 : i’m sorry i took so long to answer this request, zen. i got caught up with school. :( forgive me for being a lil’ rusty with my writing, i’m trying to get used to it again. hence why i split this into two parts. please enjoy!

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇

Absolute boredom was the only way to describe the end of the school day. The last class always seemed to drone on and on until Floyd found some form of entertainment in a random object, preferably one he could use to bother someone else. However, his joy would always be cut short due to Trein’s exceptionally keen vision and intolerance for disruptions. To put it kindly, he was a total buzz kill.

Hence the pure excitement Floyd felt when he exited the classroom, only to see you, the oh so famous prefect, taking down a larger student in mere seconds. It fascinated him, you were so tiny yet you took the big fishy down so quickly? Consider this eel impressed.

And he was not about to pass up this opportunity for entertainment, so he slowly approached you and the student that laid unconscious on the cold tile. It wasn’t until he stood directly behind you that he uttered even a single word.

Floyd quietly put his head on your shoulder. “Whatcha doin’, shrimpy?” He whispered.

You jumped back from the new presence, and of course it had to be Floyd of all people who found you. Talk about bad luck, he was not going to be letting this go.

A nervous chuckle left you as you turned to face him, your hands clasped together behind your back. “Oh hey, Floyd. What’s up?”

He waved his hand in a relaxed manner. “Oh, nothin’ much. I just so happened ta’ be heading towards the lounge when I happened to see my Shrimpy making a ruckus.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Then a thought occurred to you, could you trick Floyd? So, you quickly came up with an excuse. “What-!? No, I was just heading back to the dorm.”

The eel suddenly got serious, his mismatched eyes stared down at you, unblinking. “Shrimpy, you’re a really bad liar.”

Okay, so that was a terrible excuse. You definitely should have seen this coming.

He relaxed his expression, an eagerness now playing behind his eyes. “Let’s cut to the chase. How’d ya take that big fishy down so easily?” He asked.

You didn’t reply for a moment, too shocked to come up with an answer.

Floyd then grabbed onto your shoulders, aggressively shaking your body as if money would start falling out of your pockets. “Shrimpyyyy, c’mon tell Floydie how you did it!” He whined

You released a loud sigh, putting your hands over Floyd’s to hopefully cease his actions. “Fine, I used martial arts.”

Floyd still had an iron grip on your shoulders, but upon hearing the boring explanation for your royal take down of a Diasomnia student, he slumped down with a pout. “That simple of an explanation? You should’ve just spit it out.”

His disappointed frown then turned into a large, sharp-toothy grin as he eagerly brushed passed you towards the poor student you knocked out. “Let me help ya dispose of the body!”

“FLOYD.”

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋-𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌

After finally being let out from his afternoon classes, Kalim was ready to get back to the dorm and set up for the banquet later that evening. But much to his surprise, he was soon met with a tantalizing sight upon turning the corner.

You, the esteemed prefect, famously known for rivaling even Silver in the sleepyhead department, towered over a student adorning a Savanaclaw uniform. The boy didn’t seem injured, at least not from where Kalim was standing. Whatever trick you had pulled, it must’ve been a smooth take down.

This had the housewarden immediately intrigued.

Without missing a beat, the boy happily skipped over to where you stood. The books held in his hands were in a vice grip, his excitement could barely be contained. Attending Night Raven sure did have it’s surprises, but he was abnormally eager to approach you himself.

The white haired boy excitedly exclaimed.“Whoa, how’d you do that?”

You spun around to face the stranger before you, then it hit you. Didn’t this guy look familiar? The garnet-red eyes, the white hair, and even the blindingly bright smile seemed recognizable. Oh, it was Kalim! Well, shit. This guy was notorious for having the determination of a lion working it’s damndest to catch it’s prey, there was no way you were getting out of this. The universe must hate you.

In a desperate attempt to escape the situation, you tried to brush him off. “Please excuse me.”

You began walking in the opposite direction, but this housewarden was not going to give up.

Kalim continued to wear his bright smile, running up next to you to match paces. “But, you were the only one around who could’ve done something like this.”

Incredulously, your eyes widened and you began to pick up the pace. “No, he was like that when I found him.”

Kalim put his hands together like a puppy asking for treats. “Please, tell me your secrets.”

His eyebrows then raised and a light bulb lit up above him. “I know, you can come to the banquet tonight and we’ll be able to talk all about it!”

Your feet stopped and you were sure your face held the most confused look one could hold. You couldn’t help but turn to face him. “What?”

Kalim bounced on the balls of his feet, eagerness radiating off of him. “You’re officially invited to the banquet tonight!”

You didn’t even know what to say to this.

And Kalim did not give you the time to answer. The boy gave you a grin and a quick wave. “I’ll see you later, banquet duty calls!”

“Wait-!”

Kalim didn’t give you time to speak before he was already running off towards the Hall of Mirrors, clearly in high spirits because of his new friend. Friend? You weren’t sure that the two of you had immediately reached that status, you mean, you had just met minutes ago. Though, an inkling feeling that he already thought of you as friends kept seeping into your mind.

It was pleasant. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to go to the banquet.

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑

Jamil Viper, a calm and collected individual, never one to stand out too much, or cause trouble for others. Or at least, that’s how you knew him before this incident.

It had been a normal day, as normal as a day could be at Night Raven College, and you had your sights set on someone. Typically, you were a student that wouldn’t dare meddle or get in fights with anyone. But a certain second year Scarabia student just had to be a jerk to Ortho, the only person in NRC who’s kindness rivaled Kalim’s, and you were not about to let this guy get away with his crimes against your good friend.

So, you set up a time and a place. Of course, you were not going to use your fists against this guy. You simply wanted a productive conversation to be held, like mature teenagers should have. But, no. The man came at you full throttle, he clearly did not read the letter you gave him at all. Whatever now became of him was in self-defense, and before you knew it he was on the ground.

And Jamil Viper had witnessed it. Not just a sliver of the altercation, all of it.

There was a silent staring contest between the two of you, no one dared to utter a word. It was thick and quite frankly, an odd situation to find yourself in. Jamil has had his fair share of weird encounters, but at this point he did not care about that. This was the icing on the cake to his already long, arduous list of tasks he needed to complete for the day.

To put it simply, his patience was thin.

“He came at me first.” You quickly mumbled, already sensing the displeasure emanating from the vice housewarden.

Jamil sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to calm himself down. “I saw, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.”

Although you felt tired after having used your energy, you didn’t want to make him do it alone. It was not going to be an easy task to carry a boy over half his weight to the nurses office by himself. “You sure? I can at least come to the nurses office with you.”

Despite your willingness to help, Jamil declined. “That won’t be necessary, but thank you.”

He knelt down to the students place on the floor, grabbed his arm and wrapped it around his shoulder to take him to the nurses office. He didn’t say another word either, simply walked off.

You stood still for a moment, soaking in whatever the hell just happened. “See you around?” You muttered.

It was not until a few months later during your time training for the SDC that Jamil mentioned the incident regarding the Scarabia student again during a conversation over some snacks.

“I was trying to be discreet about the situation, it wasn’t like I asked to start a fight!” You argued.

Jamil frowned, crossing his arms. “You were not at all discreet about what you were doing, [Name]. Keep your voice lower if you’re going to go against school rules.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, already reaching your hand into the bag to grab another chip. “I’ll definitely keep that mind next time I get into a fight.” You retorted, voice dripping with sarcasm.

That shit-eating grin Jamil loved to wear made it’s way to his face as he questioned you. “Oh, so there will be a next time?”

Your eyes immediately hardened into a glare. “I hate you.”

He scoffed, leaning back in his chair all while continuing to wear that smile of his. “Lovely to know that I’m now an accomplice in your ‘Journey for Justice.’”

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑

It was a beautiful sunny day when the incident occurred. Silver was enjoying a well deserved nap under a green, flourishing tree where the shade was just the perfect amount, not too hot and not too cold. There wasn’t a single person around to make a lot of noise either, just the sounds of the leaves rustling back and forth. The conditions were absolutely perfect.

That was until the peacefulness ended.

The Diasomnia student slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light. He then let out a yawn, using his hands to push himself up into a sitting position. Then, he saw it.

You, the prefect, regarded for your sleepiness and kindness, being aggressively screamed at by a student in a Heartslabyul uniform. It seemed that you weren’t in immediate danger, but the boy was getting more hostile by the minute. That much Silver could tell and he wasn’t going to allow someone to get hurt.

He began getting to his feet when something interesting occurred, and it happened in only a matter of seconds. Silver’s theory proved to be true, the Heartslabyul student became more hostile and attempted to throw a punch at your face. Instead, you expertly dodged it and quickly used your hands to hit specific points on his body, causing him to clatter to the ground, completely unconscious.

It was something Silver had never seen before and he was intrigued.

With a grunt, you lifted the unconscious boys arm over your shoulder, though it proved to be quite difficult. The whole situation made you angrily curse under your breath. “I hope you learned your lesson. Picking on underclass men is a low thing to do and you know it, especially when you’ve taken it too far. Riddle is not going to like this.”

Ah, so it was a noble act.

Regardless, Silver hastily made his way over to where you stood. He didn’t hesitate with his words either. “If you don‘t mind me asking, what tactic did you use to take down that student?”

Silver’s voice surprised you, he was always quiet in class and you had never really taken the time to pay attention to anything but your instructor. You truly didn’t know what to think, so you didn’t. You spoke without thinking. “Oh, that.”

Well, shit. No pretending like you weren’t involved anymore.

Upon seeing the look on your face, Silver awkwardly coughed. “Please excuse me for asking.”

You shook your head, the cat was already out of the bag. “It’s alright, there’s no hiding it now. You saw everything, didn’t you? What I used to take down this man was a form of martial arts called kyusho jitsu, it uses pressure points to take down an opponent.”

Silver’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “That’s very interesting. Would you mind telling me more?”

You grimaced, taking a glance down at the unconscious boy resting on your shoulder. “Sorry, maybe another time? I need to get this guy to the nurses office.”

Silver didn’t hesitate to move to the other side of the student, repeating the same action of lifting the boys arm around his shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind if I assist you.”

Giving him a thankful smile, you turned to face towards the hall leading east. “Thank you. I never got your name by the way, mine is [Name]. And yours?”

He returned the gesture with a small grin. “I’m Silver.”

“Pleased to officially meet you then, Silver.”

“Likewise.”

@𝐯𝐪𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐝 — ˚ ✦ . ˚. - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.

[delimeats-000]

Hot and Bothered

matt sturniolo x reader

warning: rough car sex

note: idk man i hope u like it ☠️

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“ooouu you look hot!!” nick says to me as i walk into the living room.

i do a little spin before facing him again, “thaaanks”

“of course-” he starts talking but matt cuts him off.

“who are you trying to dress up for?”

“no one matthew, we’re going to a party.” i give him attitude knowing that it will only rile him up more.

rolling his eyes he gets up from the couch and goes to his room. minutes later chris is ready to leave and im told to go get matt.

walking into his room i see him sitting at his desk, legs spread as he scrolls through tiktoks. i can’t lie he looks good dressed in all black, but i can’t give in. i have to tease him a little.

“like what you see?” he cuts off my thoughts smiling.

“you wish, we’re ready to leave.”

“you’re really gonna go out looking like that?”

he walks closer to me, now inches away “like what?”

“like a slut.” he whispers.

i grab him by the shirt pulling him in, his jaw drops open and he looks down at me with a growing smirk.

“watch your mouth matthew.” i let go and walk out of the room, leaving him there in shock.

we all pile into the car and head to the party, after being there for a little we all split up into our own groups. out on the floor dancing with some random guy i lock eyes with matt across the room. can of root beer in his hand slightly getting crushed by his tightening grip on it.

i wink at him before turning to the guy i’m dancing with. i grab his hand and turn around, ass pressed against his dick. i begin slowly grinding on him and he grabs my waist with his free hand still dancing along.

i look over to where matt just was and he’s gone now. just then i feel a hand grab mine pulling me out of the crowd.

“MATT” i try getting him to let go.

“we’re leaving.” he almost growls in response.

“no i’m not, get off.”

“fine.” he turns to me, “go ahead and continue dancing on other guys like a whore all night.” he lets go but this time i grab ahold of him.

"are you jelous"

i watch as his adams apple bobs up and down "no" ignoring his blatant lie i drag him to the car, now i can feel myself pooling between my legs.

“open it.” he unlocks the door climbing in the back seat. i follow behind him slamming the door shut before jumping top of him immediately attaching my lips to his.

the kiss is sloppy and wet, the sounds of our lips lapping together only turn me on more. i feel his bulge growing under me, prompting me to grind my hips down onto him.

he lets out soft groan reaching his hands from my waist to my ass, trying to move me faster. i let go of the kiss and he whines. “you’ve been so mean matthew, calling me names.”

“not my fault you dressed like a little slut.”

i slap him across the face, “say it again.”

he looks me dead in the eyes and smiles, “slut.”

i try to grab him by the face, but he grabs my wrist holding tightly. he begins pulling off my dress and i allow him to pull it over my head.

“such a little whore, pretending you don’t want me.” he says free hand rubbing my clit through my underwear, “but you’re so wet for me. why dont you make up for all the teasing?”

i immediately pull his boxers down and his dick springs up, he whines out and the air touching his sensitive length. i grip him spitting right on the tip and rub it in with my thumb “fuck more- i need more”

i slowly stroke him up and down before speeding up, precum drips onto my hand and he cries out. “so close baby, makin me feel so good.”

with that i take him all in my mouth at once bobbing my head rapidly. i gag on him which only causes him to push me down further.

then without warning he grabs me by my hair and pulls me off. “ride me like the slut you are, lemme fill you up.”

“yes matt please” he smiles at the name.

"being such a good girl now." he holds my face gently by my chin only to kiss me just as rough as before.

he holds me by the waist guiding me to hover over his erection. slowly, he slides it. it hurt, but not for long.

"fuck baby like heaven"

"matt fuck- let me move" stil holding my waist he lifts me up and down with ease.

"so wet pretty girl i knew you liked me"

"matt shut up-"

he drops me onto his dick quickly and i let out a scream, "watch yourself baby."

he continues bouncing me on his cock, running his tongue down my neck at the same time drives shivers down my spine and into my leaking cunt.

i pulse around him gaining groans from matt in return, he fuck into me harder and sloppier. my back arched i can feel myself about to cum.

"matt please- fuck dont stop" he carries the same speed hitting all the right places.

"gonna cum inside you baby, gonna fill you up so good"

"yes matt please please cum with me"

i feel his release his hot sticky liquid into me, it drips down my leg and im still in his lap.

he lifts my head from his chest to look at him, with a peck on the lips he says "you get me too hot and bothered"

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alr, love ya to bits 🫀

[fawnsprings]

sofia

madison beer

ꜝ haven's notes / okay guys we're back !!!!!!!! also this is not proof read

ꜝ genre / fluff

ꜝ pairing / madison beer x fem!reader

ꜝ warnings / nothing!

you didn’t know where these random feelings for your bestfriend came from. it just felt like a random shock just came to you. you were too scared to even say anything to her since your guys’ dynamic was a little weird. she was a famous artist and you were just… you.

you were sitting on madison’s bed, petting toast and watching adventure time while you waited for her to get back from the kitchen. your nails scratched behind the puppies ear while scrolling on your phone.

“hey! i’m back.” madison smiled as she walked back inside her bedroom with a bowl of popcorn in hand. you smile back at her, scooting a little to the side to make space. she sat down next to you and patted the bed for her other dog, presely to jump up on it. “do you wanna watch something else or are you good with this?” madison asked, putting the bowl in between you guys. “uhm we can watch something else if you want! i don’t mind.” you state, grabbing the remote that was on the nightstand to your left. “you wanna watch a horror movie?” she asked me while cuddling with presely. “im down.” you mumble, handing her the remote.

she scrolled through the streaming platforms and looked for a random horror movie. you looked over at her from the corner of your eyes but you kind of just turned your head to look at her. you took in her features, how plump and pink her lips were, her perfect nose— “helllooo?” you got pulled out of your trance. “s-sorry what?” you say with your cheeks burning a soft pink of embarrassment. “you were staring at me.” madison said. you nod slowly as you look away while flushed. “right sorry.” you whisper while looking up at the tv, seeing that she put on the shining.

you heard her giggle a bit, making you feel a little more embarrassed. you try your best to focus on the start of the movie but you still couldn’t stop replaying that moment in your head. you barely even touched the popcorn, scared to even reach into the bowl and you two touch hands. “you don’t want any popcorn?” madison asked while handing you the bowl again. you shake your head with a small awkward smile. “-‘m good” you reply. she could tell that something was wrong. knowing each other for so long meant she could easily tell what you were feeling.

“you okay?” madison asks while sitting up a little bit on the bed, placing the medium sized pink bowl on her lap. you nod slowly, not pulling your eyes away from the tv as it played one of your favorite horror movies. “i can tell something is up.” she laughed a bit, grabbed the remote and clicking pause. “i’m fine seriously” you laugh, turning your head to face her gaze. she arched an eyebrow at you, searching your eyes for a hint of deception. you sigh softly, knowing you couldn’t just bottle up your emotions forever like you have been doing so for the past few months. you look back at her eyes feeling defeated. “you know i’ll do anything you ask me too.” you mumble softly. madison’s gaze softened to your words, seeing she was right about you lying about being okay. she dragged out a small ‘mhm.’

you fidget with your hands, struggling to find the right words. “i think ‘m in love with you” you say while slowly looking up at her again. you see the slight smile on her face and the way her eyebrows slightly came together. you started to panic internally, scared you probably just screwed up your guy’s friendship. she reached over and tucked a small strand of hair behind your ear, thankfully. “awh.” she hummed quietly. you stare back at her, matching the same facial expression she had on her face. “‘awh’ what?” you ask, putting your hand against her hand which flattened again your soft cheek. “i haven’t had the courage to tell you that myself.” madison responds, smiling up at you. your gaze softens as you fully process what she said. “w-wait what?” you stumble over your words. “i like you too idiot.” she laughs, dragging her hand down from your cheek and placing it on your shoulder.

you felt your cheeks burning, both in nervousness and excitement. "really?" you mumble. "yeah, why would i joke about that?" she whispered while tucking small strands of your hair behind your ear. "i dunno, it just.. doesn't seem real to me." you giggle, seeing that madison was leaning in. "I love you with your hair down" she whispered, looking up into your eyes then lips. "t-thanks." you stumble over your words. before you knew it, madison captured your lips with hers and kissed you gently. her hand cups your blushing cheek before she pulls away. "oh my god i, think i'm in love with you." madison whispered softly while looking up into your eyes.

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[phighter-kisser]

Shuriken fluff pleaseee!!

shuriken,, i must crush him like a bug

im going off of what i know about the rewrite/redesign of shurkien btw- mb if its a little,,, weird or ooc

probably not one of my best works but i tried im sorry anon

tick, tick, tick.

that stupid tick of the clock was practically drilled into your head by now. each minute passing by a reminder that shuriken wasn't home yet. it made you worried sick- yes, he could take care of himself. but it wasn't a crime to worry about someone!

hopefully, any moment now he'd open a window or sneak through the front door and surprise you from behind. either by grabbing your shoulders or making a random noise just to scare you.

you already texted him a couple times only to get no response, as well as trying to stall the building dread in your gut by putting on some random show you were barely paying attention to, a warm blanket draped around your shoulders, something for you to bury yourself into.

just as you were starting to doze off, the front door let out a low creak, making your soul nearly jump out of its body, mixed with the sound of keys jingling.

he's back.

with a small smile, you glanced over to the front door, where shuriken was - shrugging off his jacket and taking off his shoes, his eyes seeming to light up when they met yours.

that dumb smile never left his face, only seeming to grow the more he looked at you.

"missed me?"

you opened your arms up for a hug, making him chuckle as he approached the couch, immediately hugging you once settled down.

"of course i did, dumbass."

you murmured, almost sounding offended he asked that; of course you missed him! what kind of dumb question was that?!

"sorry about being late, bee." shuriken apologized, a sheepish look on his face, though tried to hide it by affectionately bonking you with his head, trying to coax a laugh out of you.

"I got really worried, shuriken." you replied, letting him go from the hug to examine his face - nothing was out of the ordinary, so why were you so worried?

you cupped his cheek with your hand, making him freeze up.

there was a brief pause, shuriken's eyes widening ever so silghtly before leaning into the touch, his own hand coming up to hold yours in a tender gesture.

"'m really, really sorry.."

a small hesitant smile quirked up on your lips at his words, giving a small shrug in response.

"it's fine, honey. popcorn?"

his eyes brighted at the idea of popcorn, nodding his head eagerly.

"i'll go grab it! wait here."

he spoke, pressing a quick kiss to the palm of your hand before practically racing to the kitchen to get started on the popcorn.

feeling your nerves calm down, your gaze drifted back to the tv, the quiet hum of the microwave starting up, the opening of its door and then shutting.

he was home.

[sillygoofyqueer]

four, i will give you dora's backpack if you drop the leviathyuan lore. Please. Im starving.

I do not want you to steal a child's backpack, but sure I'll feed you I guess, just to be sure you don't starve to death. OKAY SO, Leviathyuan!!! I have no idea where I got up to hmmm...OH! I got distracted by how he looks instead of his lore, right. ANYWAY! Luo Binghe sees this demon creature, and this demon creature spots him. Of course, the first thing he assumes is that he's about to be attacked when the creature jumps up and - it's hard to say if the demon is running to try and catch him off guard or if it's kind of bouncing/stumbling over to...also try and catch him off guard? To be fair, he is caught off guard and doesn't have any time to attack before this demon has launched itself at him and is!!! Biting!!..His hair. What. He's on the floor and this creature is just chewing at his hair with a thoughtful look on its face, before it spits his hair out and starts just tugging on it. He knows his hair isn't straight and elegant like everyone else's, but it's not that fascinating! He tries to speak to it but it just yabbers back at him in what can only be another language and shows off its terrifyingly sharp rows (yes rows plural!!!) so he just shuts up and lets it happen. Okay I'm bored of talking about that right now, we're going to get into the backstory lore because Shen Yuan is NOT transmigrated! He wasn't born in The Lake, but was instead born in a much more open environment, not even that far down if we're thinking about how far down the abyss is. As a little baby Leviathyuan (still huge, but just a littol baby in human form), he was lured away by his parents by a particularly interesting looking fish - not to eat it, just to watch it! When the fish goes out of water, Shen Yuan follows, switching instinctively to human form and IMMEDIATELY getting grabbed by a demon poacher. The demon poacher was hired to catch a baby leviathan demon for some random noble (Linguang-Jun :D), and now they have their stuff they're going to get out of the abyss and get their reward! Well, that was the plan before there's like a migration of huge scary monsters or something and the poacher has to take shelter. In The Cavern. With The Lake in it. While the poacher thinks it's all chill, baby Yuan senses something in The Lake and starts being like "AAAAGGGGHHH" but in baby language. The poacher is like "oh my god shut uup," while a huge fucking monster from the deep is like "C h i l d ." I'm thinking like the huge monster is a cool octopus type creature as well. I've got a note here that says I think it'd be cool if the water-based demons were much more chill than the land-based demons. Like, while land-based demons would be all "GRRR DEATH TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY!!! I DON'T CARE IF IT WAS NECESSARY FOR YOUR SURVIVAL TO TAKE MY LAND!!", water-based demons are more in tune with nature. The sea is one of the most beautiful examples of an ecosystem ever, and I think it'd be neat to reflect that in the demons that live in there. They'd be more like "of course you can feast on my dead brother's corpse, we've got some fine algae growing in there!" Much more peaceful than land-based demons.

[criticallynaela]

Skz ☆ how you met

Authors not: im servely sleep deprived forgive me for my grammar and my poor language choice also not proofread at all

warnings: it's super cheesy but literally none besides maybe cussing and a lot of stranger danger be safe yall ♡

Bangchan:

It was late when you guys met, you were in your worst nightmare a creepy guy had grabbed you in the middle of the street. Afraid you screamed and just to your luck bangchan was leaving the JYP building and heard your scream, he intervened and got the creep to back off. Bangchan offered you a ride but you refused so he got you a cab instead and before leaving he gave you his number..

Lee know:

You and lee know were neighbours but you didn't talk often, you were lonely so you decided to get a cat. Well.. you didn't expect to lose the cat on your 2nd week of owning it, that was until lee know knocked on your door holding the cat in his arms asking if it was yours. You nodded and took the cat from his arms and invited him in for dinner...

Changbin:

You guys went to the same gym, you had seen each other around but both of you guys didn't have the confidence to actually say hi to each other. Until you walked up to changbin at the gym one day and asked if you could use the equipment he was using. You startled him because he nearly dropped the weight on his foot and ever since you guys bonded, and to this day you are still laughing about it. Together..

hyunjin:

hyunjin bumped into you at a art exhibition, you fell over and grazed your elbow and hyunjin was panicking he helped you up and kept on asking if you were okay or if you needed help. You found it cute how he immediately relaxed when you said you were fine and it was just a little graze. Hyunjin took you out to dinner as an apology and drove you home...

Han:

Oh sweet hannie is ever so flustered when you do his make-up, yes you were his make-up artist and han was always flustered around you because you were so damn pretty. You never really noticed that his eyes were always on you or how the gifts he was getting you were all a way to express his crush on you. Until one day you were doing his make-up and were just talking to him, you mentioned how you went on a date over the weekend and all of a sudden han blurted out that he liked you...

Felix:

Sunshine boy over here actually met you on the beach at sunrise. You were both on a early walk on the beach, just enjoying the cool air you decided to release your dogs leash not expecting your dog to take off and jump a random person. You quickly followed your dog, seeing your dog jump on to felix nearly knocking him over, you ran over and pulled your dog back frantically apologising but felix just laughed and patted you dog. Even though felix assured you it was fine you felt extremely bad and ended up buying him coffee, only to find out he also bought you coffee. You both laughed and sat on the beach and talked for what felt like forever...

Seungmin:

4 words, You. Were. A. Bet. And yes I know it's not ideal but you were with your friends at a bar and seungmin was with his friends. You were shit faced after 4 beers and 2 glasses of wine, meanwhile seungmin was only on his 2nd beer when his friends betted him 400 dollars that he couldn't get a random girl to fall in love with him in 6 months and guess what. He chose you so began the chase... spoiler alert: ya found out

Jeongin:

you were arguing with your ex outside of a restaurant about how he was cheating on you, you never saw it coming but your ex raised his hand and hit you across your face. Jeongin saw your ex hit you so being the nice guy bangchan raised him to be he interfered. You were holding your cheek in pain when jeongin started to yell at your ex pushing him away from you, cursing your ex out telling him that he was a shit person. Your ex ran off like literally ran off, jeongin was proud of himself as he went to check on you, buying you an ice pack from the corner store for your cheek and telling you funny stories to cheer you up...

[tbmkit]

A Deep Dive on "The End" of Las Nevadas

to start things off, this is my own interpretation of his dialogue. i explained how i feel about the stream here in this post. going off of that, i am going to break down the way quackity (who, for clarification sake i'll just refer to as alex) interpreted him. this is gonna get into random theories and probably get like, a little personal and im going to sound crazy but im also autistic and super invested with a bunch of free time... but i think the whole way this stream was carried out had a double meaning to it, and i will examine it here. not proofread, we 're going in raw. so, let's begin with...

Section 1: The Different Personalities of the Quackities

for starters, i want to examine the personalities of each character. obviously, im not taking much (aside from a few bits) into account from the other streams. this was all carefully crafted in one stream to get each persona down, rather than on-the-fly acting. each one has a sort of "archetype" to dissect.

q!quackity, who is quiet, reserved, skittish - yet smart and observant. he uses longer words, and spends more time observing the conversations, then jumping in for the "kill"

k!quackity, who is battered from the betrayal hes gone through, he feels hurt yet he doesnt feel anger. its internalized, he doesnt trust the others, however he mentions that they need to build trust to get out of the "cube"

ln!quackity, who is extroverted, boisterous, the physical incarnate of a bruised ego. he holds his head high not realizing his neck is always exposed, ready for someone to rip him to shreds if they hit the right vein. he's an asshole, making fun of the others, holds himself proudly on his achievements. but he's the only one that cries. q!quackity is anxious, but he doesn't cry. ln!quackity does.

and... alex. a self-proclaimed introvert, who is kind and observant, who forces himself to get out of his comfort zone, something he called a "finish line." a writer, a director, someone who loves telling stories. and this one, happens to be a story of different personas of his, with one being killed off.

and with that, we get into the topic of what i believe the stream represents. if you'll join me for a long read, i think this stream represents his growth as a person and a content creator, in a very extreme and especially vulnerable way.

Section 2: Pre-Quackities Dialogue

an interesting point about ln!quackity is that his dialogue is very turbulent. he goes from being confident to anxious and scared in a moment's notice.

from...

Slime! Was this you? Did you do this? I didn't mean to do this- the the.. I wasn't… malfunction! An explosive went off! I don't know where I am! I might've done some [stupid] stuff, but it's not- it's not fair to pin it on me. You saw it- you saw it- you saw what everyone did to me…

at first, he's very confused. a topic he brings up later is how he always wins, or rather how the house always wins. he succeeded in killing himself, thus the surprise. he didn't really mean to succeed, he thought he'd fail just like all the other times. that's what he's used to.

then...

I don't know who you are, and you certainly don't know who I am either. […] If you have any answers for me, just let me know, please. Alright fine- whoever put me here, get me out! Or just kill me! That was the point of what I was trying to do!

his ego pops in - "you certainly don't know who i am either" weighing his importance. he can't die, he's just so vital for his country. his carefully crafted country. but he can't stand not knowing what actually happened - did he finally succeed? for once in his entire life? no, surely not. he wants to get out - he didn't really mean to kill himself. just one more chance, he wants. but if he can't have one more chance, he just wants it to be over. either keep fighting and fighting or finally give up, even if you just succeeded for the first time in your life.

finally to...

We can make a deal, alright? Let's do a little bit of gambling, let's make a deal! […] You let me out of here, I… do you want me to do good deeds? I'll do good deeds! […] I'll do it, just let me go… just give me a sign…

"ha! gambling, casinos, money! that's my personality! you guys know me, mr. casino man! ring any bells yet?? you guys know that's what i'm all about!" he cries. that's where his power is held - material possessions, easy wins, his comfort zone. something he can easily control. he tries to paint himself as a "better" version of himself by offering his material possessions, anything to save his ass. something he can live without, something he's comfortable losing because he'll just gain it back double in the end.

Section 3: Pre-Monologue

the first thing ln!quackity says to k!quackity - apart from being taken aback by being called a gringo - is

A foreigner?! Where are you from?

now this might come off as one of the farther reaches in this post, but i feel like this was mean to represent ("this" as in, the way ln!quackity treats k!quackity as a whole) the switch to spanish content that alex did. i feel like ln!quackity is very offput by k!quackity because it was a hard switch for alex to make, given how people in the public - and in private - treated this switch. throughout the stream, ln!quackity treats k!quackity with ambivalence - not with hatred or disgust, but also with an underlying fearful tone - as he does not understand him when he speaks spanish. however, ln!quackity does speak spanish. he spoke spanish all the time. hell, the casino is called el palacio (which you can see on the signs inside), we got el rapids, mexican l'manburg, flirting with schlatt... this is just a front. he just doesn't want to communicate, even acknowledge him speaking to him. his ego gets in the way, not wanting to acknowledge this. q!quackity does not speak spanish, this was clear given the lore of qsmp with elquackity. however, ln!quackity is known as bilingual. so why would he try to hide that part of him? you tell me.

You see? I was also betrayed! And actually I was the one doing the torturing, but I have the better story here.

"hah look at me im so badass! who gives a fuck if you went through so much shit! i also did that shit but to someone else! that also kinda happened to me but who cares!" says the deeply traumatized individual who perpetuates a cycle of abuse.

Tone it fucking down. You don't know who you're speaking to.

he says this directly after being called out by the other two. he, again, deems himself as more important. he's the badass one, he's the one that is more "successful," he gets all the fame and credit. thus, when someone tries to tell him that he's full of shit, he immediately puts up his defenses - the ones he's been crafting for all his life, through the endless amount of trauma he's gone through. did he ever back down? show emotions? no, he hasn't. he's always just been a powerhouse. even when his friends and partners betrayed him, he used that to fuel his drive, not knock him down.

I win. That's my job. My job is to make people think they win. I'm a multimillionaire because I run an extremely successful casino business. I also am the president of the richest country in my world. But you know, the more success, the more people want to kill you. And if I'm here right now it's because they succeeded - although I do think the people responsible might be dead soon as well, because if I truly am dead, then they fucked up. So yeah I'm not worried about it at all. Just a bunch of cowards that stormed my casino, probably shot me, they'll get caught.

here he goes again, flaunting his achievements. whenever someone tries to wiggle through the cracks of his ego, he spits out the same recycled speech about his achievements. everyone wants him, everyone wants what he has. but does he truly want it all? is it to make up for what he had lost, or maybe it's to hide his emotions or his insecurities? will they all be drowned out by material possessions? "the more success, the more people want to kill you," so, himself, since that's who killed him in the end? with how much he's been gaining, does that mean that his will to live dwindled too as he got everything he ever wanted? but of course, this is all one big lie to cover up the fact that he was the one with a bounty on his own head.

Q!Quackity: If you are as successful as you say you are, I would imagine that you would already be on edge for someone trying to kill you. […] so how exactly did you inflict your own death?

bonus! with the context above, i feel like q!quackity picked up on his suicidal tendencies, and is thus asking, "hey, since you have it all and i kiiinda feel like we all killed ourselves here, and you said the more successful you are the more people wanna kill you, doesn't that mean you wanna kill yourself?"

Section 4: The Monologue

Fine. You wanna know how I got here? I fucking destroyed it all, I fucking did it. I fucking did it. I sat on my fucking throne and I lit it all on fire and it was fucking beautiful. You know why? Because you can't trust nobody. You can't fucking trust nobody. Alright… alright… I come from a world where you can't trust nobody. Your neighbour will backstab you for a piece of bread if he has to. There are no friends where I came from, okay? And people will sell you out in a fucking second. I tried it all, I tried politics, I tried businesses, and I never won. You know what made all those fail? You know what made every fucking attempt of mine fail? Trust! You can't trust people! They will kill you! So if I can't win, I did what I had to do.

the first half of the monologue is all about being betrayed. "how did i get here? / i destroyed it all / it was beautiful" for someone who prides himself in his material possessions, this doesn't feel like he'd be happy about getting rid of it all. his entire country, what he loved. las nevadas is his comfort zone. that's why he was confined to it, he never left, nobody entered, truly. sure he had some of his friends, but they betrayed him in the end. he ended up hurting them and they left, or they hurt him regardless.

this is where alex comes into play. this monologue was intentional, this was raw and vulnerable. it represents ln!quackity, yes. but, underlying is alex throughout it all. it's not a hidden fact that he's had a lot of people that ended up betraying him, and others in his life as well. so many people took advantage of his trust and kindness. they wanted to commodify him, use his fame, get a bit of clout, get his money, all for themselves. ln!quackity didn't want to be on top of the world, he rose so high up that from below everything looks so small and lost sight of where he was. this represents the ego. it's so easy for your ego to get ahold of you, but when you're so high up, you get knocked down, all the way to your death...

I fabricated my wins, I created my own country, I built my circumstances. Me! Nobody else! Because nobody else thinks like I do! Nobody can! So there comes a point where it's over, at some point you fucking lose.

the aforementioned fall. las nevadas was his comfort - the only place where nothing could go wrong. everything went his way, and only his. the house always wins, it's his comfort zone. he crafted it himself. "nobody else thinks like i do / nobody can" represents his internal struggle. his insecurities that he had to build four walls and a roof over, hidden away from sight in a city of different buildings. he thinks hes the only one that feels this way, he doesnt think anyone can feel the amount of pain he does. life is a chore for ln!quackity, he chugs through it and never once could he rest. but, he finally got to. and now that he has it all... what else is there left? his insecurities and shame that he trapped himself in with all this time. he's forced to sit with them, ponder, grow attached to them yet still hide them from everyone. nobody can know how he feels, nobody can know what he thinks. he never opened up, he never got in touch with his emotions and thus

My partner, my great business partner… I built him, piece by piece, I gave him the personality that I wanted! He learned from me, he is who he is because of me! Yet he has the audacity to abandon me? To abandon what I built? To defy me? He called me a bad person and guess what? I am a bad person. And I'll fucking own it til the day I die. Everything gets destroyed, I'm not gonna wait for a fucking traitor to put me in my grave, that's my JOB. So yeah, I inflicted it, I'm here because of me. I'm here because of me, nobody else. *starts crying*

this is where it gets tricky. my personal interpretation that fits with the theme is that slime represents alex. ln!quackity - or rather, his ego - molded slime into what he is - a copy of ln!quackity. a hollow imitation of the ego. ln!quackity made slime into precisely that. he was a blank slate, he had so much power over him, and thus he finally had someone who could think like him, without the pain that ln!quackity felt because slime felt none. not until ln!quackity hurt him - his own ego hurt alex, in this sense. the fame, his career had hurt him.

"to abandon what i built / to defy me" taking a step back to keep your ego in check, to finally realize what matters in life, is an act of defiance. to humble yourself, to realize you're nothing more than a person that feels hurt by his environment (calling back to: "I might've done some [stupid] stuff, but it's not- it's not fair to pin it on me. You saw it- you saw it- you saw what everyone did to me…" which he said when he was alone, begging for his life, for a second chance to go back to where he felt safest) it was such a strong revelation that it made ln!quackity cry. finally, he could cry.

ln!quackity, in his own eyes, is perfect. he's what everyone wants to be. money, fame, achievements... but the moment he realizes hes hurt he comes back down from his pedestal. he's not the badass everyone wants him to be, he's not the king of the land, he's scared and sensitive. he just wants to be loved, but every time he is, he gets hurt. so why love when you can hurt? that's why he's so rude and abrasive. because why love when hurting is easier? hurting is the norm, hurting is comfort. las nevadas is a nation that encapsulates nothing but pain.

Where do you guys think you are? What is this to you, just a little game? Just a little more entertainment? Look around us, look at this, look at this sick joke, we're puppets! They think it's real! None of this is! And maybe that's the game, we just need to play it! Who's it gonna be, huh? What am I meant to do? How do I win today's game? I'm not gonna give these bastards a show, I want out!

obligatory "who do you think we're actually talking about here?" fourth wall-breaking segment. you should be able to piece it together here. ln!quackity doesn't want to be part of the show anymore - q!quackity and k!quackity run it now.

Section 5: Post-Monologue and Closing Thoughts

Oh my god, oh my god… Okay… I'm alive- I'm alive… I'm alive, I'm alive… What am I doing? What am I doing? Okay… I need to… I need to leave, I need to get out of here, I need to walk out, I need to walk out…

wait, ln!quackity is alive? he's not hurt? he's... alive? hm. that must've all been in his head. a near death experience, some divine intervention... maybe he does get a second shot! "i need to get out of here..." he wants to get out of the comfort zone, but... letting the ego out, where he's going to suffer? let ln!quackity, the character built on legacy, suffer in a place where he has nothing? the outside? where he wouldn't even dare to-

Slime: Looks like everything is running well. Yeah. Everything's going pretty… pretty great. Slime: You look so tired. I uh… yeah, yeah I uh, I am. Slime: I came back to see you one last time. I didn't like how we had to end. Yeah, no uh… I thought about it, no hard feelings and you know what… you were right actually, this time you taught me some valuable lessons. Slime: After I left, I learned a lot. More than I ever thought there was to know. From more people that I ever thought there were. That sounds great. Slime: I came here to say goodbye, Quackity. It felt… important. Where are you going? Are you going somewhere? Slime: I want to go see it, Quackity. Everything belong this land. I don't think I belong here anymore. Wow, yeah. You deserve it, wow… look at you. Traveling the world, I'm excited for you. Slime: I've learned all I can from this place, Quackity. I'm very excited to go. And maybe even now, someone or something can learn from me. Wow, well yeah. Stay uhm, stay safe man. And remember, don't trust too many people. Slime: Quackity, thank you for teaching me what it's like to be human. Yeah… thanks. Slime: Goodbye, Quackity from Las Nevadas.

he realizes the pain is what makes people alive. you can reconcile with it, you can embrace it, you can live with it. slime was confined to las nevadas for so long that he learned how to live. why can't ln!quackity? what makes slime different? ln!quackity has been immersed in nothing but pain and suffering... and k!quackity too! q!quackity! they are all fine, they can do amazing things, but... they have nothing. they lost it all, but why was ln!quackity the one that's stuck? why did he finally crack?

it's because they love. and slime, well, he loves the world. he loves learning, teaching about life. he has a passion, he wants to experience life. he wants to be free. ln!quackity never wanted to be free. he wanted a place to call his own. with slime leaving... he has las nevadas all to himself. everything he ever wanted, all the money in the world, yet he's alone. he was never loved, only used. it's just a hollow tomb. it was built as an homage to people he loved, but they never loved him. nor did he love himself. all it stands to be is just a reminder that ln!quackity will never be loved.

"you look... so tired." "yeah... i uh- i am."

he doesn't have to keep fighting. he doesn't have to keep relishing in pain. he's happy that slime is traveling the world, thanks to him. he took bits and pieces of ln!quackity - not everything - but just enough to keep his chin high. he is his own person, using the lessons that ln!quackity taught him. slime is ln!quackity's legacy. after the conversation with his other two selves, and with slime in the real world, he realized that in order for him to be at peace, he doesn't have to keep on hurting. the pain that he shared with slime, as the lessons he taught him, inspired slime to be his own person. the pain that ln!quackity went through is what made slime realize that he, too, is human. relishing in pain and not using that to keep going makes you a victim to your own surroundings. the pain becomes comfort, and you can never leave. it's nothing more than a tomb.

and thus, the final lines said are:

"quackity, thank you for teaching me what it's like to be human." "yeah... thanks"

slime taught him how to be human as well. and to be human is to not let pain consume you and to keep forward. make amends with it, keep it in your back pocket. those are memories, it's part of your legacy. but what the other quackities could do that ln!quackity couldn't, is remind themselves that they can be better.

q!quackity, though skittish in nature, is observant and uses his knowledge to get under ln!quackity's skin and finally make him snap and realize his emotions. q!quackity represents intellect, even if he is naïve at the same time.

k!quackity, just as smart as q!quackity, is a fighter. he is observant, but he doesn't use that as much to his advantage as he has strength to back him up. he is strong and he knows it, he can lead a revolution, he is strategical. less naïve than q!quackity, he's more cautious of the posing threat that ln!quackity is. q!quackity helps him as his first instinct, showing that the two work together in tandem naturally.

with both sides working together in harmony, where does ln!quackity come in? he represents arrogance, denial of his emotions, his bolstering ego... there is no room for that to grow as a person. he had to die. the room falls silent as he kills himself, no protests. and, q!quackity and k!quackity will make it out alive. they will be coming back. which shows that they do work together to get out. not by killing themselves, but allowing themselves the best parts of each other.

so, as a finale... what does this mean as a whole? i think, although alex really loves ln!quackity, i think this stream was meant to show his journey as a person. he has said he is very grateful for what he has and where he's gotten, and i think keeping yourself humble and counting your blessings is something that you have to grow into. when you're young, you do stupid mistakes. you're naïve, you trust too easily and people take advantage of that. at the end of the stream, ln!quackity says

"don't trust too many people"

as opposed to what he said earlier, talking about himself:

"you know what made all those fail? [...] trust! you can't trust people! they kill you!"

without letting people in, ln!quackity was his own demise. he never learned how to trust, how to love, and thus he could only die alone in the end. but, slime can. he will learn how to love, how to care for, and how to trust others. don't be naïve, but don't be alone, otherwise you will be your own demise in the end.

and thus, this stream was a way to show alex's journey as a person. he said that he was really counting his blessings and being thankful for everything in his life. he can't redo the past few years, but he can move forward with the lessons he learned. that's something he has been talking a lot about lately, and i think this was his own way of interpreting it through characters he loves so dearly. he had to kill off his pride to grow. moving on is the hardest part, and what's even harder is learning how to begin again after everything. but, at the end of the year and going into the next, he will face troubles. he will face challenges.

but he will grow and learn, as he is human, as we are human. we all feel pain, as well as love. we need to learn, we need to grow. and we cannot shy these away from each other - they need to balance each other out and work in unison, as they should.

[presleyluvschris]

chilly

pairing(s): mcu peter parker x sick!fem!reader

desc basically im obsessed with sick!fics. posted one a while back for another fandom 🤭 just peter worried.

a/n holy shit im so sorry i haven't been posting lately my loves. my house is currently being sold and i've been running ramped. i wrote this after i had time off work. hope you enjoy.

warnings language, fluff, grammar. (please message me if i missed any!)

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It was only October 7th and you we're already a stuffy snotty sticky mess from the sudden drop of temperature outside.

It was cold outside, but the light from your wooden bedroom windows sunbathed the room, brightening your pale complexion.

tissues were plastered all over your messy bed and your phone was constantly dinging with messages from your group chat. you didn't show up to work, or to school that day, and by the looks of your random naps and binge watches on Netflix, you had forgot to call anyone to let them know you couldn't make it, including your boyfriend peter.

you kept coughing which made your head pulsate more as you wrapped your blanket around you and curled into it, squirming and desperately trying to get comfortable.

he was always super protective of you. sometimes it was really annoying but it felt good to know he was always thinking of you. and thats probably an understatement.

you felt sick. that might've been a blunt word, but everytime you tried to swallow your own spit it hurt like hell and you felt your head beating in pain like a heart would pump blood.

you groan and pull your comforter back over your head before you flutter your eyes closed and try to get your mind off the pain in your throat. It burned everytime you breathed which made you hiss uncomfortably. You eventually get yourself to fall asleep (after way too many doses of NyQuil) with half of your body immersed in your pillow.

you rested softly for a few hours before you woke to the sound of peter climbing through your window. you're eyes could barely adjust to the light as your tried to look up to see who it was, but your body was too tired to try and shake yourself up.

he rolled on the floor after falling from your complicated window sill but quickly got up with a groan.

he puffs, dusting him self off as he looks around the room for his girl.

"love?" peter looked around curiously to find you laying in your bed.

he carefully knelt down and shook you slightly as you woke up again with a jump.

you cough. "jesus, peter. you scared the shit out of me." you shift your arms behind you to prop yourself up, as he tucks a piece of your hair that fell back behind your ear.

"sorry," he laughs. "i just got really worried. I came as soon as I could. are you alright? why weren't you at school? or work- MJ said you didn't come."

his smile turns into a concerned perplexed look.

"uh", you sit up and rub your eye, coughing.

he noticed you sweating, and your puffy red eyes and a nose rubbed red.

"are you feeling okay?" his eyes and face look soft for you as his lip pouted a little.

he comes closer to you, kneeling down as he rests his hand on your forehead gently. you press your lips together and sniffle.

"pete, im fine."

"but- you're burning up!" he adds, as you look away from him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? i could've taken school off or-"

"peter." you look up.

"no." you croak, "i would never let you do that."

He puffs his cheeks and breathes out as he sits with you in your bed. You look in your boyfriends eyes as he turns his head to examine you.

"you don't look well, sweets." he frowns as he kisses the top of your forehead.

"i know", you say as you sniffle and your face starts to tickle a little.

he hands you a tissue as you sneeze in your sleeves. "bless you." he rests his tongue to the side of his mouth.

spidey senses.

"you okay?" he looks at you.

"mhm", you purse your lips.

you blow your nose as he looks at your face again.

"you gonna let me take care of you?" he holds his breath in worry.

you shake your head. "no."

he frowns again. "but you're sick! you're my girlfriend I can't just leave you here." He seems stressed, folding his his hands on your arms.

you cough and add, "i don't want you to get sick. plus, you have patrol tonight."

he shakes his head. "no way, im staying."

"No." you look in his eyes.

"Yes." he nods.

"No, peter."

"Yes, y/n." he crosses his arms.

you sigh.

"im staying right here." He says determinedly as he wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder. worry chilled up his spine for you.

"okay," you give up. "its cold anyway." you couldn't resist him. you didn't want him to patrol in the this insane cold weather anyways.

you pull a sweatshirt over your head.

"movie?" we whispers. "i'll get you snacks." he rubs your back softly.

you sweat a little and try to swallow.

you smile a little, "okay."

coughing, he rubs your arm. "are you okay?" he looks at you worriedly.

"im fine, my body just hurts."

he pulls you in a hug before kissing your head and leaving the room to go to the kitchen.

he gets back almost instantly with a bag of candy and popcorn, setting it on the bed and a mug of hot tea for your throat on the bedside table.

"can i get you anything else?" he looked sad.

your heart warmed and hurt at the same time.

"no, im okay."

he places a bowl of soup down next to the mug as you lean over to take it and sip it gently.

he lays in your bed as you open your laptop to the same crime documentary.

"again?" he groans, shifting his neck up against the pillow as he scrunches his face, looking at the ceiling.

as you giggle he looks up to see your smile which made his stomach hurt.

"yes, again." you try to hold back your lips from curling into a laugh.

he sighs and clicks the play button on your computer.

you rest your head on his chest, snuggling into him as he lays his arm around you, intertwining your hand into his.

"love you." he whispers in your hair softly, tucking a kiss to the back of your head.

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𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒑! a waterpoloplaye!reader & lacrosseplayer!chris blurb

𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 chris gets to do what you do for practice!

somehow in a random conversation waterpolo practice got brought up, which was normal, you and Chris talked about practice together but after one day you mentioned wanting to try his practice, you did, which you would never do again but, now you really wanted chris to try what you do for practice.

after lots and lots of begging and maybe 20 kisses later, chris agreed, which is how you two ended up at the pool with you giggling and pushing him in before jumping in yourself.

"Okay so first let's just do the easy warm-up, a 200 and 200 eggbeat," you spoke as if it was of any familiarity to Chris, "a 200? eggbeat? babe I have zero clue what that is." you giggled speaking up, "okay a 200 is 8 laps and eggbeating is threading water, here ill show you how to do it." you sat on the edge of the pull demonstrating the motion of eggbeating and then showed him how it looked in the water, chris sorta got it but still complained about the burn it gave his legs.

by the second lap that chris completed he was convinced his heart might pop out his chest, while you? oh well you were halfway done with your 200 as if this was a normal day for you, which it was.

you finished your laps and were waiting for chris to finish his at the end of the pool practicing your launch up before throwing the ball, by the time chris done with the final lap he was at the wall of the pool collecting his breath, you swam over and smirked softly, "how you feeling?" "I think my heart might be physically beating outside my chest, so there's that, you do this everyday? as a warm up?" you nodded and smiled, "yep, come on we still got a 200 eggbeat, 50 front, 50 backward eggbeat, 50 left and 50 right."

you couldn't help but giggle a bit at how slow chris moved but granted you werent any different when you did what he did at lacrosse practice so you let him take his time and you did your 200 and waited for him to finish.

by the time he finished you cheered him on and then explained how to be on defense and offense in the water, and how to make a goal, you two did some other swimming drills like corkscrew, zigzag, and switching from waterpolo swim to eggbeating.

by the end of the 'practice' you laughed and bit at how unsteady chris was, you walked out fine and went to the girls area to change and waited for him outside.

"so, how do ya feel?" you teased a bit nudging him as you two walked out, "how that fuck do you do all that and not die?" chris sighed still catching his breath after getting out the pool, you shrugged giggling softly, "guess im just conditioned to it, gets easier over time."

chris hummed kissing your head continuing to walk with you, "I already had a lot of respect for waterpolo players but that definitely made me gain so much more respect, if that was practice I dont wanna know what a game is like." you laughed at his comment, continuing to walk with him as the sun started setting.

maybe you'd convice him to do what you do at swim practice one day.

torispeaks💌- I missed them, i also miss waterpolo szn 💔

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