#im low-key half asleep

[seokluvs]

keep you company ❀ h.bn // n.kd

pairing : bestfriend!brian x afab!reader x bestfriend!kamden

warnings : SMUT!! MDNI!! use of 🍃(smoking not mentioned), threesome, nipple sucking, use of pet names (baby, princess) cumming inside, unprotected sex (wrap it up jinjja), cum eating, tongue fucking, oral (m&f receiving), deep throat, squirting, doggystyle, reader is overworked — i think that’s all?? lmk if i missed anything

wc : 1,442 words

authors note : this might be THE worst thing i’ve ever written.. sorry about that im like half asleep my bad 😣😣 barely proofread tell me if my grammar sucks pls

much like everyone else in the world, work had always been apart of your life. however, sometimes you’d wonder if it was just a bit… too much.

looking over at the digital clock, you dropped your pen to bury your face in your hands. all of your pent up frustration finally being let out as you screamed into your palms

it was currently 10:47p.m., not a horrible time to be up working, so why were you so irritated? simply because, you had been writing reports for your stupid boss for the past 2 hours and you weren’t even halfway done.

looking over at the pile of untouched files, you silently cursed at your employer for not sharing the workload with your other colleagues. i mean, being work oriented had it’s pros, but seemingly, the cons always outweighed them.

i mean why should YOU have to do everything? from always writing daily reports to fixing your colleagues mistakes, the burden always found its way on your back.

god, you needed a break, an excuse to pull you out of your misery, just something to take your mind off of-

DING

pulling you out of your trance, the doorbell rang. who could possibly be at your door so late?

getting up from the dining room chair, you jogged over to the front door before checking through the peephole.

“of course” you muttered to yourself, a slight smile creeping onto your face as you recognised the two silhouettes.

opening the door, the two tall men holding grocery bags and pizza boxes were revealed. god, that really was the perfect timing ever.

“my knights in shining armour, what are you doing here so late?” you questioned, gesturing them to enter your slightly messy home.

“we figured you needed a break… and we were right.. it’s depressing in here” the older one spoke as he took his coat off and walked over to clean up your dining table.

“we also brought pizza, snacks… and weed” the taller one said as he followed suit, a mischievous smile painting his face as the last words left his mouth

kamden and brian had always been there for you. they could tell when something was up even before you let it loose, and although them showing up didn’t surprise you, it still tugged at your heartstrings.

grabbing the pizza boxes and bags from the taller one, you headed over to the kitchen to place everything as you spoke.

“you guys don’t know how much i needed this.. like actually.. i was going fucking crazy” you said, emphasising the word “crazy”

“oh we know.. you’ve been cooped up in your house all week” kamden spoke as he finished cleaning up your dining table. “but, it’s time to let loose and have a little fun”

looking up from the snacks, you saw him hold up a small baggie with weed while grinning, this was gonna be a great night.

as the minutes slowly turned into hours, the weed took over your mind and you had gotten quite a bit more loose lipped as the joint finally died out in the hazy atmosphere.

“you know what’s so annoying?” the boys looked over at you as you slurred over your words. “work. i haven’t had any time to myself, or for anyone. hell, i can’t even remember the last time i’ve been fucked, besides by those stupid reports!” the frustration was evident in your voice.

for a quick moment, the boys leaned over to exchange a glance before the younger spoke up

“you know.. if you’re that frustrated, we can help you out..” looking back and forth at them, you were slightly confused at his proposal.

“what?” you questioned, clearly missing something. are they serious? is the weed playing tricks on you? are you going insane? why are you so turned on right now?

“you heard us.. come on.. it’ll be fun.” the older one said, his fingers slowly grazing at your bare knee.

now usually, you would’ve second guessed something like this. i mean who just agrees to having sex with their best friends? that’s weird, right?

but as the emptiness in your brain took over, you found yourself sitting in between them, slowly being undressed and teased.

brian’s hands were eager to tug your shirt off while kamden positioned your face in front of his. attaching his lips to yours, the kiss felt electric — sending a jolt deep to your core.

as brian attached his pretty lips to your right nipple, sucking on the sensitive bud, you moaned at the contact, giving kamden perfect entry to stick his tongue in your mouth.

as your tongues fought for dominance, brian’s digits found their way down to your inner thighs, slowly lifting your shorts to caress small circles in a teasing manner. the overwhelming sensation of everything had you dizzy and dripping wet.

at that point, you couldn’t contain your sounds anymore. whimpering into kamden’s lips like it was a prayer, he snaked his hand up to your neck, applying just enough pressure to drive you insane.

brian removed his lips from your nipple and kneeled on the floor. breaking your kiss, you look down at him, eyes glistening up at you as he toyed with the hem of your shorts.

“can i eat you out baby?” he asked, his tone light and teasing.

nodding along, you looked back at kamden who was now kneeling on the couch.

grabbing at his own hardened member through his jeans, he spoke up in a raspy tone

“want something else in your mouth, princess?”

not even giving physical confirmation, your hands immediately undid his belt, stopping in your tracks when you felt brian’s lips attach to your sensitive bud.

dropping your hands from kamden’s jeans, your fingers laced brian’s hair as he looked up at you with innocent eyes.

the feeling was heavenly and sent you into a trance of squirming and whimpering.

suddenly, you felt a hand near your face. snapping you out of your daze, kamden guided your lips to latch onto his aching cock. he was girthy and leaking in precum, it was obvious what the sounds you were making did to him.

taking his tip into your mouth, you swirled your tongue across his glans, which earned you a guttural moan from him. taking his shirt off, he gently took your hair into a ponytail and eased more of his cock into your mouth.

as you bobbed your head onto his length, brian’s tongue found your hole, fucking itself into you as his thumb rubbed quick circles on your clit.

moaning on his dick, kamden’s actions became rougher, grabbing at your head and forcing you to deepthroat his cock before mouth fucking you at a desperate pace.

removing his hardened length from your mouth, he gave it a few pumps before speaking up

“knees. now.”

as kamden spoke, brian removed his lips from your leaking cunt to reveal his glistening chin. letting out a dissatisfied groan from the loss of friction, you complied and got onto your knees, ass facing kamden.

brian undressed and sat in front of you, his long thin cock springing into the air as his angry leaking tip greeted you.

without warning, kamden gave your ass a harsh slap before roughly inserting his thick cock into your leaking hole.

gasping at the sudden friction, you gave brian the perfect opportunity to shove his length into your mouth, immediately fucking himself down your throat.

while you were gagging on his cock, you felt kamden’s hand rubbing on your clit as his balls slapped against your cunt.

in that moment, you were so overstimulated from brian throat fucking you and kamden slamming his cock into you, that you didn’t even realise you started to squirt on kamdens dick.

the stimulation of your warm liquid hitting his lower torso sent him over the moon and he was quick to cum, still thrusting deep inside of you while he shot his ropes of cum into your aching cunt.

as for brian, he was almost there. collecting yourself, you bobbed your head down onto his cock, mostly focusing on tonguing at his tip while your hands rubbed his balls.

after two more minutes of him fucking himself into your throat, his cock twitched and he came in your mouth. looking up at him, you stuck your tongue out to show him the mess he made before swallowing it and giving him a small smile.

as you all sat there for a moment, the pleasure seeped in and you let out a soft giggle.

god, you were so happy that they decided to keep you company.

[goldfades]

joe burrow pro bowl weekend sneaking into his hotel room at night

aaaaa yes... pro bowl weekend joe has lived in my rent free and im so glad u requested this. hope you enjoy!

warnings: NSFW, minors pls dni! oral (fem. receiving), overstim if you squint, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!!), rushed writing... sorry yall im trying a new style, lmk if yall like it 😌

The hallway is quiet, save for the soft hum of the ice machine down the corridor and the faint click of your heels against the plush hotel carpet. You’ve timed it perfectly—late enough that most of the players are either asleep or too busy nursing overpriced cocktails in dimly lit lounges, and early enough that the night shift staff haven’t started their rounds. The key card burns in your palm, a flimsy piece of plastic holding the weight of your impulsive decisions.

You hesitate for a beat outside his door, heart thumping like it’s trying to escape your chest. The gold numbers gleam under the flickering sconce light, mocking you with their simplicity. It’s just a door. Just Joe. But there’s nothing simple about the way your stomach flips when you think of him, or the way his voice has been echoing in your head all day, low and lazy, threaded with that soft drawl.

The lock clicks with an almost conspiratorial softness as you swipe the card. You slip inside like a shadow, the door snicking shut behind you with a whisper of finality. The room is dark, lit only by the faint glow of the city seeping through the crack in the heavy curtains. You can make out the broad outline of him, sprawled across the bed, one arm flung over his head, the sheets tangled around his waist.

He stirs when you kick off your shoes, the faint rustle drawing his attention. His voice is rough with sleep when he speaks, low and familiar in a way that makes your skin prickle.

“Took you long enough.”

His words are lazy, but there’s an edge to them—a sharpness tucked beneath the warmth. You don’t bother with an excuse. Just step closer, letting the distance between you shrink until it’s nothing at all.

You can feel the heat emanating from his body as you stand over him, the dim light casting shadows that dance across his features. The room is charged with an electric tension, palpable in the air between you. Joe's eyes, half-lidded and sleepy, focus on you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. He shifts slightly, the muscles in his chest and arms flexing under the thin fabric of his shirt that clings to him from the heat of sleep.

"Couldn't stay away, huh?" His voice is a husky murmur that sends shivers down your spine. Despite the casual tone, there's a question in his gaze, a probing, searching inquiry that seeks your deepest intentions. It's an invitation and a challenge all at once.

You respond not with words but with action, crawling onto the bed with a grace that belies your pounding heart. The mattress dips under your weight, and Joe watches your every move, his gaze tracking the sway of your hips as if mesmerized. You straddle him, feeling the solid strength of his thighs beneath you, and for a moment, you just sit there, drinking in his presence, the reality of him.

His hands come up to rest on your hips, his thumbs tracing small, slow circles through the fabric of your dress. There's a tenderness in his touch that contrasts with the iron strength of his fingers, and it's this duality that fascinates you, draws you in.

"I... needed to see you," you confess, the words tumbling out in a breathy rush. The truth feels like a liberation, freeing something tight and coiled within your chest.

Joe's smile is slow and warm, spreading across his face like dawn breaking. "Well, then," he murmurs, his hands tightening on your hips, "Let's make it worth your while."

He flips you beneath him with a swift, practiced move that leaves you breathless. His body pins yours to the bed, his weight a comforting pressure that envelops you completely. His lips find yours in the darkness, the kiss deep and consuming, tasting of sleep and desire. The world narrows down to the feel of him against you, around you, the sound of your mingled breaths the only music in the silent room.

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Joe's relentless pursuit of your pleasure leaves you gasping, teetering on the edge of coherence. His tongue is masterful, delving with precision yet infused with an artistry that makes each touch feel like the first. His fingers grip your thighs, holding you open, exposed to his hungry gaze and insatiable mouth. The dichotomy of tender in his actions drives you insane, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through your veins.

The room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and the slick, wet noises of his tongue lavishly exploring, tasting you with a ravenous need that belies his earlier laziness. You're overwhelmed by the intensity the relentless pleasure, your hands tangle in his hair, pressing him closer, silently pleading for more, for that sweet release that hovers just out of reach.

"Joey," you moan, your voice breaking with desperation. "Please."

He responds not with words but with a deep hum that vibrates against your clit, his tongue brushing over the sensitive. It's the final stroke of your arousal, and it sends you spiraling over the edge into blissful oblivion as the knot in your stomach snaps for the second time that night, all from his tongue.

Your body arches off the bed, a silent scream etched across your features as waves of pleasure crash over you, leaving you shattered in the most exquisite way.

But Joe isn't done.

As you flutter back down to Earth, spent and panting, he rises up, his lips glistening with the evidence of your climax. When you open your eyes, meeting his gaze, he's settled in between your thighs, his hands on your hips.

His eyes burn with an insatiable fire, his own desire palpable as he positions himself at the crux of your thighs. "You taste incredible, baby," he murmurs, voice low and husky, "but I'm nowhere near done with you."

With that, his cock slides into you, filling you in one smooth, deep stroke because of your soaked cunt. The sensation is intense, a delicious stretch that reignites your desire. His movements are deliberate, powerful thrusts that drive you both toward a precipice as Joe's hands move everywhere, his touches igniting flames wherever they land.

Joe's movements become fervent, almost frenzied as he plunges deeper into the warm, welcoming depths of your cunt. His pace is relentless, each thrust deeper than the last, driven by a raw hunger that seems to consume him entirely. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, along with his slurred, lust-laden words.

"God, so good... so perfect for me, baby," he groans, his voice thick with desire as he leans over you, his breath hot against your ear. The words are barely coherent, a string of adoration and pleasure mumbled as he loses himself in the sensation of you enveloping him. His hands roam over your body with wild abandon, tracing the curves of your hips, squeezing your tits.

"Feel so good," Joe murmurs against your ear, his voice a husky drawl that sends a shiver down your spine. "Can't get enough of your pussy... so wet for me." His words are a mantra, spoken between labored breaths and deep thrusts.

His rhythm staggers as he starts to feel his impending orgasm, his thrusts uneven but no less potent. Each movement sends ripples of pleasure through your body, pushing you both closer to the brink again. The mattress creaks under the force of his movements, as Joe's praises continue to spill from his lips.

His fingers find your clit, thumb circling with a rhythm that matches his thrusts. The dual assault on your senses is overwhelming, and you can feel another climax building within you, the coil in your stomach tightening like a spring.

"Fuck, I’m gonna—" Joe's words cut off as his control snaps, his body tensing as he reaches his own climax. He buries himself deep inside you as he comes, his eyes locked on yours, pupils blown wide with the raw intensity of his release. The sight of him, so utterly undone, so vulnerable and yet so powerful, pulls you over the edge with him.

Your orgasm washes over you in a tidal wave of bliss, crashing through you with such strength that you cling to Joe, your nails digging into his sculpted back, as if anchoring yourself. Together, you ride the waves of pleasure, each pulse and throb of his cock inside you extending your climax, intertwining it with his.

Joe's body shudders above you, each tremor mirroring the aftershocks that ripple through your own form. His breath, hot and ragged, brushes against your neck as he struggles to catch his breath, his chest heaving against yours.

As the final waves of pleasure ebb, Joe collapses beside you, his arm instinctively pulling you close. In the dim light of the hotel room, his face is painted with satisfaction and a touch of awe. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle, a stark contrast to the fervor of moments before.

[hollandsangel]

2:15 am | c. sturniolo

HI yes im alive who’s surprised (me, i am)

self proclaimed mayor of the ‘chris can’t sleep alone’ club (doing gods work, you’re welcome)

summary: chris cant sleep & you’re the perfect remedy

wc: 834

gif by @hotelstares !

you haven’t been asleep very long. maybe twenty minutes or half an hour.

you’re in the midst of a fuzzy dream when your phone starts to vibrate on your dresser next to your bed. the sound is difficult to recognize at first, getting all mixed up with your dream in your mind. eventually it wakes you up, tugging you away from the soft haze you’d been emersed in.

groggily, you reach over for the device, squinting your eyes to try and read the contact. your eyes are bleary, but you’re able to make out your boyfriends name and contact photo after a brief seceond.

“chris?” you wonder through the line upon answering, voice thick with sleep and hardly above a whisper.

“hey ma,” his voice is smooth, like he hasn’t been asleep yet.

“hi…i think i was dreaming about you,” you say as you let your head fall back against the pillow, rubbing gently at your eyes with your other hand.

“yeah?” he says through a deep breath. the smile your confession elicits from him is audible and contagious.

“yeah, either that or i just spent the last four days with you and my brain hasn’t realized we’re apart yet,” you think he must be able to hear your smile as well.

“my brain hasn’t really realized it either,” he mumbles, getting a little bit shy.

you close your eyes, content being soothed by his voice.

“what time is it?” you ask him, even if you could easily look at your phone screen for the answer. opening your eyes feels like too much work.

chris answers of course, without hesitation, “2:15,”

“it’s pretty late, you okay, bub?” you ask him before answering your own question, “can’t sleep?” you know how he gets, always needing someone close by when he drifts off.

you can imagine it’s a bit difficult tonight, considering you spent the last few nights sharing his bed. you’d found it a little harder than normal too, having gotten used to his arms tucked around you, his face pressed against your shoulder blade.

“i miss you,” he mutters and it makes you blush, “and i don’t wanna crawl into bed with matt or nick, i know it won’t help,” he admits, letting out a long breath.

“you wanna come over?”

“would that be okay?” he seems a little bit embarrassed, like he might be inconveniencing you.

“of course, chris,” you open your eyes now, reaching over to turn on your bedside lamp, “i want cuddles now,” you say sheepishly, face still half pressed against your pillow, muffling the words.

“mmk, i’ll get an uber, be there soon,”

“kay, love you,” you sigh, waiting for him to hang up.

“love you too,” he says first, making you smile even if you’ve heard it a thousand times.

in the twenty minutes it takes for chris to show up, you’re drifting in and out of sleep, trying your hardest to keep the lull of exhaustion at bay as you wait, no matter the difficulty.

soon enough, the sound of a key in the lock sends a small jolt of wakefulness through you, and you anticipate the subtle push of the door as he comes through to your bedroom.

“nick or matt’s bed wasn’t good a enough?” you tease, watching him turn a little red as he shuffles into your room.

“i wanted to sleep in your bed,” he mumbles, beanie hanging low and covering his eyebrows, pajama pants hanging lower. he lifts the duvet and crawls in with you, immediately wrapping you in his arms, “nd’ i wanted to sleep with you, not my stinky brothers.”

you laugh, stifling it against the blankets “m glad you’d rather snug with me,”

“you kidding? you’re the best snugger around.”

“i’d say,” you hum, tugging his beanie off and tossing it somewhere on your floor.

he gives you a squeeze before reaching over to turn you so you’re facing him, “thanks for letting me come over,” he mutters, beaming in the low light. he looks so pretty like this, grinning down at you, illuminated by the soft glow of your lamp. he reaches up slightly and brushes your hair from your face.

you have a small moment of realization; he’s admiring you the same way you’re admiring him. you think your heart grows in size, gratitude making it swell up.

“thanks for comin’,” you whisper back, leaning up so your noses touch.

chris closes the gap, giving you a gentle kiss before pulling back and kissing your forehead too.

“night,” he tucks you against him, keeping you close, “i love you,” it’s sweet, how his tone changes. it’s tired now, chalked full of sleep and you can’t help but think it’s because he’s with you now, and that’s what puts him at ease enough to finally relax.

“i love you too,” you whisper into the barely-there space between you, watching as his eyes close and his lashes kiss the tops of his cheeks.

you can’t help yourself, leaning forward just enough to kiss him there too.

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tags ! @st4rswrld @urfavvev3lyn @mattsturnioloarchive @averysbestyears @its-jennarose @strnilolo @grimholic @tworosesblackthorn @mattscoquette @dazednmatthews @pinkishpearls

[bytemee]

crying on stream (not clickbait) — yu jimin.

synopsis. you really need to stop playing random horrors at 2 am.

pairing. karina x gn!streamer!reader

warning(s). reader cries at a horror game, emotional support gf karina, this is so silly and sweet, let me know if there's more

words. 639

authors note. 1/2 drafts im posting tn before all the freaky stuff and angst floods my page. this is also based off this tiktok i saw

masterlist. navigation.

you had no idea why you thought playing a horror game at 2 a.m. was a good idea—especially with karina asleep in the next room. but here you were, curled up in your chair, gripping your keyboard like your life depended on it. your chat was loving every second, spamming laughing emojis and "you're so cooked" messages.

then, it happened.

the door behind your character slammed shut. the screen flickered. a deep, guttural noise rumbled through your headphones.

you froze. your breath caught in your throat, hands hovering over the controls, but you could not bring yourself to move.

"no, no, no, no, no..." you whispered, barely making a sound.

username LMAOOO YOU'RE SO DONE username WHY AREN'T YOU MOVING HELLO?? username NAH THIS IS BAD 😂

your fingers twitched over the keys, but before you could even think about getting out—

the screen went completely black.

your headphones crackled. a distorted whisper slithered through the speakers, low and scratchy, like something breathing right into your ear. then, for half a second, the lights in the game flickered back on—

the killer was right behind you.

you slammed the pause button.

your whole body locked up, muscles so tight it felt like you might pass out. chat was going insane, but their messages barely registered.

you couldn't scream. not with karina asleep. you couldn't even let out a proper gasp.

instead, a quiet sob slipped out before you could stop it.

you pressed a hand over your mouth, shoulders shaking as you tried to breathe. tears welled up, but you blinked fast, trying to keep yourself together.

username ARE YOU CRYING BRO?? username NAH THIS GAME REALLY BROKE THEM username this is so sad but funny at the same time 😭😭😭

after a few deep breaths, you forced yourself to unpause.

you needed to get out.

with shaky hands, you turned the lights back on, unlocked the door, and ran. the second you stepped out of that room, you ripped your hands off the keyboard, dropping them into your lap as a deep exhale left you. a few stray tears slipped down your face, and you wiped them away, sniffling.

"oh my god," you muttered, still feeling the adrenaline in your veins.

then—

a tap on your shoulder.

you screamed.

the fear you'd been barely holding in came crashing down all at once. you flinched so hard your chair almost tipped over, another choked sob slipping out as you panicked.

your chat lost their minds.

username HELPPPP username THAT WAS NOT THE GAME?? username DID Y'ALL SEE THEIR SOUL LEAVE THEIR BODY username I THINK THEY JUST DIED IRL

then came the worst part—a soft, familiar laugh.

your head snapped to the side, eyes wide as you saw karina standing there, looking impossibly amused despite being fresh out of sleep. dress in your an oversized hoodie, her hair a little messy, she smiled at you before shaking her head.

"you're so dramatic," she whispered, barely containing her giggles.

you didn't even have the energy to argue. Without thinking, you reached for her, pulling her into a hug off-camera. she easily melted into you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and resting her chin on your head.

username WHO IS THAT???? 😳

username WE CAN SEE THE SHADOW WTF username THE WAY THEY JUST WENT SILENT TO HUG THE AIR LIKE BFFR

karina ran her hand up and down your back, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before whispering, "you okay?"

you nodded against her shoulder. "i hate this game."

she snorted. "then stop playing horror games at night, hm?"

you sniffled. "never."

she sighed, but she didn't let go. for a while, you just stayed there—holding onto her, ignoring chat's growing curiosity, letting your heartbeat finally slow down. eventually, she whispered, "wanna sleep now?"

you exhaled. "yeah."

with a final squeeze, she pulled back and grabbed your hand, and you turned back to your stream, rubbing your eyes before clearing your throat.

"alright, chat," you muttered, voice still wobbly. "i'm ending stream. i need therapy."

the last thing chat saw before you disconnected was your teary eyes, ruffled hair, and hand out of frame, fingers curled like you were holding onto something—someone.

then, you were gone.

[amourquinn]

( drabble ) lips

pairing : boyfriend!quinn x fem!reader wc. 813

genre : fluff warnings : mentions of cuts

summary : quinn comes back home after a game with an injury you weren’t expecting

「 author’s note 」 i had a few hc in mind about his lip injury😵‍💫 ( it looks sm better now im glad for him ❤️‍🩹 )

the familiar sound of keys jingling at the door pulled your attention away from the book in your hands. you glanced at the clock—just past 11 pm. the canucks had unfortunately lost a hard-fought game, and you had been anxiously awaiting quinn’s return. he always looked exhausted after a loss, ready to sink into the couch and talk about the highs and lows of the night.

as the door opened, you rose to greet him, a smile already on your face. but it faltered the moment you saw him. his lip. his poor top lip was split and swollen, the redness stark against his pale skin.

“quinn! what happened?” you gasped, rushing to him.

“it’s nothing,” he replied with a shrug, attempting a smile that only made you wince. “took a stick to the face. happens all the time.”

your eyes widened. “nothing? quinn, that looks awful!”

he dropped his hockey bag by the door and kicked off his shoes, waving a dismissive hand. “really, it’s fine. it’s just a cut.”

“just a—” you cut yourself off, shaking your head in exasperation. you grabbed his hand, leading him to sit on the couch. “let me look at it.”

“i’m okay,” he said gently, his free hand landing on top of yours to stop your fussing. his eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth tugged upward slightly. “i promise, babe. it looks worse than it feels.”

you sighed, still not convinced. “are you sure? did you disinfect it? does it hurt when you—”

“y/n, i’m fine,” quinn interrupted, chuckling softly despite the way his lip stretched uncomfortably. “i swear. but i really need a shower.”

you reluctantly let him go, watching him disappear into the bathroom. the sound of running water filled the apartment, but your worry lingered. quinn was always brushing off injuries, but that didn’t mean they didn’t hurt.

after his shower, he emerged looking refreshed, his damp hair sticking to his forehead. he dropped onto the bed, his body heavy with exhaustion. you tucked yourself beside him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek to avoid his injured lip.

“goodnight, angel,” he murmured sleepily.

“goodnight, q,” you whispered, still worrying as you watched him drift off.

⊹₊⟡⋆

the next morning, you were in the kitchen making coffee when quinn shuffled in, still looking half-asleep. he sat at the table, resting his chin on his hand as you placed a plate of toast and eggs in front of him.

you turned to grab your own plate, but when you looked back, quinn was just staring at his food, poking at it with his fork.

“not hungry?” you asked, frowning.

“no, i am,” he said, his voice muffled. “it’s just… my lip.”

you tilted your head, studying him. his top lip looked even more swollen than last night, the cut more pronounced now that it had started to scab. your heart twisted at the sight.

“babe, you should’ve told me it was this bad,” you said, your voice laced with concern.

he gave you a sheepish look. “didn’t think it’d swell up this much.”

you sighed, scooping up his untouched plate. “i’ll make you something easier to eat.”

“y/n, you don’t have to—”

“shh. just let me take care of you, okay?” you interrupted, flashing him a small smile.

in no time, you whipped up a bowl of oatmeal, making sure it was soft enough not to hurt his lip. you set it in front of him, watching as he hesitantly took a bite.

“better?” you asked.

“yeah,” he admitted, his voice warm with gratitude. “thanks, baby.”

you leaned against the counter, a thought crossing your mind. “i’m going to pick up some disinfectant. that cut needs to heal properly.”

before he could argue, you were already grabbing your coat and heading out the door.

when you returned, quinn was on the couch, scrolling through his phone. you handed him the small bottle of disinfectant, sitting beside him.

“alright, let’s take care of this,” you said, gently tilting his face toward you.

he winced slightly as you dabbed the solution onto his lip, your touch as careful as possible. “you’re spoiling me,” he teased, though his eyes shone with appreciation.

“someone has to, since you won’t take care of yourself,” you quipped, a playful smile on your lips.

when you were done, you leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to the uninjured corner of his mouth.

“thank you,” he murmured, his voice soft.

“you don’t have to thank me,” you said, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “just promise me you’ll be more careful.”

he chuckled, his eyes crinkling. “i’ll try. for you.”

and for the rest of the day, you made it your mission to ensure he was comfortable, supported, and, most importantly, reminded of just how much he was loved—even with a swollen, battle-scarred lip.

© amourquinn

[dismalflo]

can i request a heavy sleeper x any marauder (sirius?). im such a heavy sleeper lol, once my siblings had to literally wrap me in bedsheets and drag me away cause someone was at the door and i wasn't waking up and we were all sleeping in the front room LMAO

i love your writing 🩶

tysm babe! hope you enjoy <3

sirius black x reader who is a very heavy sleeper ✩ 900 words

cw: fluff

an: something short and sweet to ease back into writing after two weeks off

It’s not like you to ignore a message sent halfway through the day, and it’s got Sirius on edge. Especially when his evening call to confirm your date goes unanswered. So now, slightly worried and running through worst-case scenarios, he finds himself at your front door, hoping you answer his knocking. And if not, well, Sirius has a pretty good idea of where you keep your spare key.

His knocking at your front door goes unanswered. Not once. Not twice. Three times, loud and urgent, knuckles rapping with increasing panic.

Sirius curses under his breath and steps back from the door, dragging a hand through his hair, already halfway to frustration and fear. He knows you. You don’t ignore him. Not like this. Not when there’s a date circled on the calendar and you’ve been talking about it all week.

He jogs down the little front steps and over to the pot you keep near the railing, an ugly terracotta thing you always say you’re going to replace. Lifting it carefully, he finds what he’s looking for; the rusted little key with a fraying blue ribbon attached. His fingers close around it, but he pauses before moving forward again.

He unlocks the door.

“Doll?” His voice is soft, hesitant, cutting through the stillness of your apartment. “You home?”

Nothing. Just the low hum of the fridge and the muted creak of the floorboards under his boots.

His brow furrows. He steps inside, pushing the door closed behind him and locking it without thinking.

“Y/N?” Louder this time. Not quite yelling, but enough to carry down the hallway and into every room. There’s a tension in his shoulders now, the kind that makes him feel like pacing.

It’s short lived though, because as he rounds the corner to the living room, there you are.

Sprawled on the sofa in a soft tangle of limbs and blankets, one sock half-off and the remote still loosely clutched in your hand. Your head, tilted at an awkward angle on a throw pillow, lips parted in the deep, absolutely unconscious kind of sleep.

Sirius exhales sharply, the tension breaking with a huff of disbelief.

“Jesus, doll,” he mutters, walking over. He crouches beside the sofa, brushing a knuckle over your cheek gently. “You trying to give me a heart attack?”

You don’t stir. Not even a twitch.

He tries again, brushing hair from your face, this time a little louder. “C’mon, sweetheart. Wake up.”

Nothing.

Sirius chuckles under his breath, despite himself. “You sleep like you’re dead, babe.”

This time, you groan. A soft, confused sound, eyes fluttering as you shift and blink up at him with bleary confusion.

“Sirius?”

“Hi.” He grins, relieved and amused, eyes crinkling.

You blink at him again, and then your eyes widen.

“Oh my god.” You sit bolt upright, disoriented and still half-asleep. “Oh my god, I fell asleep–I didn’t mean to–I was just going to rest for a minute–”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Sirius leans in, hands gentle as he catches your wrists. “Slow down. You’re alright.”

You breathe out, a long, shaky exhale as you try to gather your thoughts. Sirius is still holding your wrists lightly, thumbs brushing comfortingly over your pulse points. His voice softens even more.

“Are you okay? Bad day?”

You shake your head, your face crumpling just a little.

“No,” you mumble, leaning forward until your forehead bumps gently against his shoulder. “I think I was just really tired.

Sirius lets out a soft breath, wrapping his arms around you in a firm, grounding hug. He presses a kiss to your temple, his voice rumbling next to your ear.

“Shall we just stay in then? You pick a film and I’ll order a takeaway?” He asks lightly, “Not going anywhere looking so zombie-ish.”

“Zombie-ish!” you guffaw, swatting lightly at one of his biceps.

“Prettiest, most gorgeous zombie ever.”

You laugh, a breathy sound muffled by the fabric of his shirt, your arms looping lazily around his waist.

“Think that’s the first time someone’s called me a pretty corpse,” you mumble, still nestled against him.

“Always happy to be your first,” Sirius replies, lips curving against your temple. He pulls back just enough to look at you, hands still warm on your sides.

You roll your eyes, cheeks flushed. The sharp panic that had etched itself into your spine when you woke is fading now, replaced by something sleepier, sweeter. Sirius helps you rearrange the throw blanket as you both shuffle around, before settling with tangled limbs.

“Alright,” he murmurs, easing himself onto the couch beside you, “what do you fancy? Thai? Indian? Pizza the size of my face?”

You make a sound–half-laugh, half-yawn–and settle your head against his shoulder, your legs curling beneath you as you tug the blanket higher. Sirius reaches for your phone on the coffee table with one hand while the other instinctively wraps around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

“Okay,” he hums to himself, scrolling, “how do we feel about burgers? Or there’s that curry place you like with the stupidly good garlic naan…”

No answer.

He glances down.

You’re asleep again.

Sirius exhales, quietly amused. His thumb stills against the screen, and he smiles, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear with infinite gentleness.

“You’re killing me,” he murmurs, barely above a whisper.

[satellitespinner]

MODERN ELLIE HEADCANNONS

modern!ellie who rides a beat up skateboard from when she was 15 everywhere. i mean everywhere your place, jesse’s, class. everywhere !

modern!ellie whose pen is never not in her hand, or deep denim pockets.

modern!ellie who tries to learn cool pen tricks while “finishing” her homework, but ends up hitting you with the pen..

modern!ellie who was your bestfriend before she was your girlfriend. you two were inseparable! (and irritating.)

modern!ellie who never fucking answers her texts.. it’s infuriating.

modern!ellie who sells weed on the side of working at a small café on campus. (she doesn’t like Starbucks) ((as she should))

modern!ellie who majors in astrophysics! that girl has been in love with space since she could talk. infact! her first word was planet!

modern!ellie who was unfortunately in the foster care system until she was adopted by the lovely man we all know as joel miller!!

modern!ellie whose username on all platforms is more likely to be something stupid than her actual name.

modern!ellie who refuses to turn on auto correct even though she so desperately needs it.

modern!ellie never cooks. ever! it’s either take-out or you forcing a homemade meal down her throat. (she doesn’t mind.)

modern!ellie who cuddles you like you’re married!

modern!ellie doesn’t play about her video game!!!! she will throw a tantrum!

modern!ellie’s playlist consists of hard rock, indie and atleast some rap.

modern!ellie who just shows up at your house?? at let’s herself in!!! the disrespect.. (you don’t care..)

imagine you come home from a long, stressed-filled day. juggling work and exam week AND the weight of being the baddest bitch on campus has really been weighing on you lately; causing you to (as she calls it) neglect ellie..

you walk in, shoulders slumped and release a heavy sigh as you drop your things down on the kitchen table when your bestfriend walks out of your bathroom like nothing.

“hello?” you say, your face morphing from scared to un-impressed as you realize the person in your home was not an intruder.

“hey babe” she says quietly as she walks over to you, slowly watching you as you put your things away.

“how many times have i told you. the extra key i gave you is for emergencies.” you lecture. not really caring as much as you led on to be.

“there was an emergency though!” she argues. you give her a look of scepticism. “and what would that be?” you roll your eyes.

“we haven’t hung out in three days! hello?! i’ve barely seen you since monday!” she whines.

“i’ve been busy, that’s all.”

“busy?”

“yeah.” you whisper, palming your eyes out of fatigue. she gives you a half smile as she realizes that you’re not in the mood for her god awful attitude.

“awh, ‘cmere” the next thing you know your letting yourself relax into ellie’s arms as she rubs your back and gently soothes the tension in your body.

“you wanna go lay down?” she looks down at you and asks. hee voice remaining in the same low whisper as before.

“yeah, please.” you say before she grabs your hand and pulls you into your bedroom. she insists on making you feel better at this point and who are you to stop her??

she opens your pajama drawer and pulls out a big baggy shirt and some shorts, “put these on.” she says as she walks around the bed to the night table, switching the lamp on and peeling back the blanket.

she somehow managed to keep her eyes to herself and when your done she carefully slides into bed next to you. “you comfy?” she asks.

“im good.” god you can already feel your eyes closing. ellie slowly pulls you into her arms and rubs small circles on your stomach as she lulls you into tranquility. eventually you both fall asleep; what seemed to be the weight of the world lifting of your shoulders.

for now.

modern!ellie who had a crusty white dog but it went missing and she never saw it again.

[phantolove]

thinking of a fic where the reader mistakes ran for cheating but actually theres no such case😈😈😈😈😈😈😈now u feed me

ᝰ.ᐟ i want u only I ran haitani

he had been really distant lately, he didnt tell you much which made you assume the worst, thinking he had found someone better than you

warnings: mentions of cheating, petnames, ran being ran, little angst

a/n. HERE IS YOUR FOOD SERVED I WAS LIKE HALF ASLEEP BUT I LOVE IT

you started noticing it about two weeks before your anniversary was coming up.

Ran wasnt home as much as he used to, he'd leave without giving you any sort of explanation and come back late, shrugging off your questions with half-hearted answers or just a hum.

"we were out" "just errands" "dont worry about it"

that were the only things you ever got out of him. and the worst part? that was his phone. constant notifications. he’d glance at them and lock the screen before you could peek or even question him. he always shrugged it off as some "tenjiku shit"

you didnt want to seem so damn clingy. but it stung because he was always open with you.

maybe he was bored. maybe, without realizing it, you’d become a routine.

predictable.

replaceable.

you had stopped texting him first. pulled back from cuddling whenever he initiated it. stopped reaching for his hand when you walked beside him after grocery shopping or a date.

he didnt think much of it first. neither had he said anything. usually just raised a brow, teased you like everything was normal.

what he didnt know was how much that distance had made you spiral.

soon the night before your anniversary had rolled by. your at his place, yet it didnt have the same feel as before. you had curled up on his bed, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands and facing the wall. clearly no intention of wanting to talk.

Ran walks in, drops his keys on the counter and sighs when he saw you tirned away. you hear him pause for a second. it was now really weird to him thay you were acting so off..and neither could he figure it out.

"…you mad at me or somethin’?"

there was a slight flinch, then a quiet mumble. "why would i be?"

"dunno. you've been cold as hell lately babe"

you shrug at his words, god. you were glad you faced the wall instead of him, otherwise you thought you’d burst out crying immediately. "you have been gone a lot. im just matching the energy back to you.."

silence.

then before you knew it, the bed dips behind you. Ran was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"did you think i was ignoring you?"

"..yeah.."

when you eventually roll over, he sees the sorrow in your eyes, the emotion you’ve been swallowing for days now all because he was gone so often.

"…i started thinking maybe you got bored..that maybe i just wasnt good enough for you anymore.."

Ran's expression just drops.

there was no teasing smirk, his brows furrowing together, lips parting like he's about to argue with you about it, but nothing comes out. just pure disbelief.

"you thought i was..", he cuts himself off for a moment. he then sighs and rubs a hand down his face. "god, baby…”

"please dont..", you whisper shakily to him. "dont lie to me now..just to make me feel better.."

"babe im not lying", he snaps, but not at you, just at the absurdity of the thought. "you seriously think id leave you? that id spend two damn years loving you just to dip over some girl with fake lashes and short skirts?"

you open your mouth to respond, but he was faster, leaning in closer with his voice now low and gentle.

"you wanna know where ive been?"

you nod, even if hesitantly.

he reaches into his pocket, pulls out a small velvet box, and gently places it in your lap.

"was runnin' all over tokyo trying to get this", his voice a little softer now. "custom necklace wit our initials. its got your birthstone in the middle. got it from this little shop Rindou had found awhile ago. took weeks to finish"

your eyes widened at it. it was really beautiful. so delicate.

"i wanted to surprise you tomorrow for y'know, our anniversary, thought you'd like waking up to something sweet", his voice drops a little lower. "didnt think id come home to you looking like your ready to break up with me"

your throat tightens just slightly. "i just..what if.."

Ran cups your face, gently tilts it up before you could finish your sentence.

"no no baby, dont want you finishin' that", he murmurs. "you could be a mess in pajamas, cryin' on the floor, covered in snack crumbs, and id still choose you over every girl in whole tokyo"

you laugh a little at his description, it was typical Ran. "thats a weirdly specific image that you described.."

he then pulls you close, stroking your back slowly and just resting like this in silence.

"Ran?" you whisper after a while.

"Mm?"

"do i… still make you feel excited? or have i just become part of your daily routine?"

he pulls back, looks at you for a moment, almost a little offended even. how could you think of that? when your the sole reason he had found something, no, someone that makes life worth again living.

"babe, my sweet, you have never been just a routine", he says. "your the reason I come home everyday, looking forward to cuddle the fuck out of you, seeing you in my clothes or just being domestic as shit it makes me feel so content, dont want it any other way"

then, with a smug little smirk making its way onto his lips he speaks up again. "though if you want me to show you how excited you make me... I’m free for the rest of the night, just sayin'"

your cheeks flush, and you tried smacking his arm but he catches your wrist and kisses your palm instead. what a smug shit he was.

"Ran…"

and he was true to his words, about and for you he always was.

well, the night truly was a little eventful for the both of you.

poor Rindou who had to walk out to drink because he couldnt handle you both.

[reissancesstuff]

OMGMGMG IM SO IN LOVE WITH U PLS MARRY ME ILY SMMLMLL. NAIDHJZLALAISUDHZKALLZKDYD *fangirl* I NEED A DRABBLE WITH BONTEN RINDOU, FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS ! LET ME EXPLAIN :

Rindou and Yn have been friends for a long time but since rindou entered the bonten they've started sleeping together, yn knows that rindou has other girls on the side, she's jealous of this as she's been in love with rindou since the tenjiku days. when she tells him about her insecurities and that she'd like him to stop seeing other women he ends up arguing. When she tells him about her insecurities and that she'd like him to stop seeing other women, he ends up arguing ( with or without smut and a happy ending bby, as you wish).

🌸 A/N: OMG THANK YOU FOR THE LOVELY REQUEST!! 😭💕 ILY TOO, YOU SWEET FANGIRL ENERGY ICON LMAO.

✨ English isn’t my first language either, so I totally get the struggle, but don’t worry—we’re in this together. Let’s simp and suffer with style 💘

"Mixed Signals"

You know Rindou isn’t yours.

Not officially. Not really.

There’s no label on what you are to each other—not even when you started sleeping together after he joined Bonten.

At first, you told yourself it was just comfort. Something physical. A distraction.

But somewhere along the way—between tangled sheets and half-asleep murmurs—you started to feel.

Started to hope.

Started to fall.

You’ve loved him since Tenjiku, even when you shouldn’t have.

And now, sitting at the bar, watching him walk in with another woman draped over his arm—some model with sharp heels and fake smiles—it stings like a slap to the face.

You don’t wait for him to notice you. You turn away, drink something bitter, and pretend like your heart isn’t cracking in your chest.

He shows up at your place hours later like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just spend the night wrapped around someone else.

“Hey,” he says casually, tossing his keys on your counter, already reaching for you. “Miss me?”

You don’t respond. You let him kiss you. Let him press you against the wall—but something in you doesn’t respond this time.

You flinch when his mouth grazes your neck.

“Y/N?” he asks, pulling back. “What’s wrong with you?”

You push him away. “Stop.”

“What?” He scoffs. “Thought this was what you wanted.”

“I did,” you whisper. “I don’t know anymore.”

His expression darkens. “What the hell does that mean?”

Your voice trembles. “I saw you. At the club. With her. And I just—I can’t do this anymore, Rindou.”

He stares, silent.

“I’m tired of pretending,” you continue, eyes glassy. “Pretending this means nothing. Pretending I’m okay being just… one of many.”

“You knew what this was from the start,” he says, but there’s a flicker of guilt in his voice.

“Yeah, I did.” You laugh bitterly. “But I didn’t expect it to hurt this much.”

He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “So what, now you want me to cut everyone else off? Just like that?”

You look at him, heart thudding in your chest. “I want you to want to. I want to be enough.”

Silence settles in the room like dust.

Finally, he mutters, “This is why I don’t do relationships.”

Your throat tightens. “Because someone might actually care about you?”

“Because someone might ruin what we had,” he snaps.

You blink, hurt. “What we had broke the moment you touched someone else.”

He looks like you just punched him. “Y/N…”

You shake your head, tears welling. “If you don’t feel the same way I do, just say it. I’ll stop hoping.”

He steps toward you. Gently touches your face. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Well, now you do.”

“I’m not good at this,” he confesses, voice low. “I don’t know how to be what you need.”

“You don’t have to be perfect,” you say, resting your forehead against his. “Just choose me.”

His thumb brushes along your jaw. His kiss this time is softer—slow and uncertain. Like he’s scared to break you.

When he pulls you into bed, it’s different. It’s not rough or rushed.

It’s intimate. Intentional.

Fingers threading through hair. Warm skin. Shaky breaths. His lips ghosting over yours again and again like he’s trying to memorize them.

No dirty words. No games. Just whispered apologies. Hesitant promises. Real touch.

After, you lay tangled in sheets, your head on his chest, his fingers playing with yours.

He speaks quietly into the silence. “I’ll end it. With the others.”

You freeze.

“If you still want me,” he adds.

You lift your head to meet his eyes. “I do.”

His hand squeezes yours.

“…Then I’m yours.”

---

A/N:

😖💞 I hope this hits you right in the soft, jealous, emotionally-devastated Rindou-loving heart!! Thank you again for the request! If you ever want a part 2 or a spicy alt ending, I GOTCHU. 🥹💋 Stay delulu—it’s the Bonten way 😭🖤

[leejenowrld]

are there any jeno and nabi moments that you can tell us about that didn’t happen in the fic? if you get what i mean, i just would love some facts 🫶

you don’t understand how much i loved writing this !!!! please give this a read im so proud of it

• the time between nabi forgiving him and their breakup felt short in the fic, but it was actually a lot longer – in reality, they had weeks of being completely lost in each other. they went on dates, spent too many nights tangled up in bed, never leaving each other’s side. on campus, they were all over each other—holding hands, jeno pulling her into his lap at any chance he got, nabi rolling her eyes but never pushing him away. it was intense, almost suffocating in how much they felt, how much they needed each other. looking back, jeno knows that was when he really started falling in love with her.

• nabi’s parents showed up unannounced one day, and suddenly, jeno was her boyfriend – she panicked. there was no way she was about to say “oh yeah, we’re just—” in front of them, so before jeno could open his mouth, she just blurted it out. “this is my boyfriend.” and he didn’t correct her. didn’t tease her. just slipped his hand into hers like it was the most natural thing in the world. she spent the next week trying to act like it didn’t happen, but jeno? he kept saying it. casually. effortlessly. like it had always been the truth.

•they spent so much time at the bar together, more than the fic ever showed – jeno being backstage, watching her perform. nabi pulling him into the backroom, straddling his lap when no one was looking. jeno dragging her outside after a set, pressing her up against the brick wall, kissing her senseless because he physically couldn’t sit through another performance without touching her. the bar was theirs, their own little world, and they lived in it more than anyone ever knew.

•jeno defended nabi after the bar incident, even when she wasn’t there to see it – people talked. people laughed. people whispered about her in the halls, and jeno caught every single fucking word. jeno isn’t afraid of confrontation or standing up for those he loves. he was able to shut most of it down with one look and one simple warning. once some guy made a joke too loud in the locker room, jeno slammed him into the lockers so hard it left a dent. “say that shit again,” he’d growled, his knuckles white against the guy’s shirt, and no one did. no one dared.

•there was a night where jeno took care of her when she was drunk, and she doesn’t even remember it – he found her outside a party, sitting on the curb, half-asleep. she didn’t want to go home yet, kept mumbling about how she had a song idea and needed to write it down. so jeno crouched in front of her, pulled out his phone, and made her hum it into a voice memo before carrying her home. the next morning, she woke up with a pounding headache and no memory of how she got back, but when she listened to the recording, all she could hear was her own voice, slurring through a melody, and jeno in the background, laughing, “yeah, yeah, baby, i got it. go to sleep.”

•jeno making her sing to him, it was casual, almost offhanded, the way she said it—“i wrote a song for you.” the exact same song she sings in part four, that’s why it hurt her so fucking much when she thought jeno betrayed her. so anyways they were alone in the music room, late enough that the halls outside were quiet, the kind of silence that made everything feel heavier. jeno had barely processed the words before he was on her, pressing, desperate, the need instant and visceral. what song? he demanded, and when she hesitated, his fingers curled around her wrist, tugging her closer. he needed to hear it. needed to own it. and she sang it for him—low and quiet, her voice filling the space, her fingers pressing into the piano keys like she was trying to hold something back. she never got nervous. never flinched in front of a crowd. but this? this was different. this was him, and he saw it—saw how she avoided his gaze, how she let the last note hang between them like she was afraid of what he might do with it. but jeno wasn’t gentle. he never was. the second the last word left her lips, he had her against the piano, fingers digging into her thighs, dragging her up onto the edge of the bench, his mouth hot and hungry against her neck. “you wrote a fucking love song about me?” his voice was hoarse, like it did something to him, like it ruined him. and it had—he was already so far gone, already so hard it hurt, already fucking aching for her. her breath hitched as he spread her legs apart, his hands rough, greedy, barely giving her time to process before he was slipping his fingers beneath the hem of her skirt. “you think you can do that and walk away?” his teeth grazed her jaw, his lips brushing her ear as he unzipped his jeans, pressing against her, desperate, needy. “nah, baby. you’re gonna fucking feel what you did to me.”

•jeno has never skipped practice but skipped once for her, jeno was supposed to be at practice but the second he saw her, pale and exhausted, curled up on her couch in nothing but one of his hoodies, all that discipline, all that routine, went out the fucking window. she barely protested when he shut her laptop and tossed it onto the coffee table, pressing the back of his hand to her forehead, his lips pulling into a frown. “you’re burning up.” he didn’t wait for her to argue, didn’t listen when she mumbled something about a deadline, just scooped her up like she weighed nothing and carried her straight to bed. “go to sleep, i’m not leaving.” and he didn’t. he skipped practice, skipped the weight room, ignored the texts blowing up his phone, just laid there with her, rubbing slow circles into her back, letting her tangle herself around him like he was the only thing keeping her grounded. and later, when she woke up feeling a little better, her body warm and loose from sleep, she pressed her face into his neck, her voice thick and soft with something that made his chest ache—“you didn’t have to stay.” but jeno just exhaled, threading his fingers through her hair, holding her tighter, “i always will.”

[fandomzwriterk]

Hey, hello! Can I ask a question about mk? How do the characters treat an extremely lazy reader? Like, extremely lazy, and indifferent to everything in the world?

From the characters, can I have Bi Han, Smoke, and Raiden?

A/n: ohhhh I’m glad you asked

Bi-Han

-> might be the worst out of the three of them

-> actively tries to get you up every day and not (according to him) “sit on your ass everyday while everyone else works hard”

-> might actually try and set up “traps” around base so you’re always on your toes

-> will forcefully pull you out of bed and throw you outside, even if you’re half dressed

-> according to him, every person needs to be ready for an “attack”

-> in this case, you were definitely not ready

-> Will absolutely NOT join you in any “activities” that would be within the realm of “lazy” like laying in bed all day, sharing snacks, or just staying inside all day

-> will get SUPER mad if anyone but him manages to get you outside for the day

-> has beat the shit out of Kuai for it too

-> he secretly would join you any day you decided to not go out, but pressure of being Grandmaster keeps him from doing so

-> will eventually ask you why you don’t want to join him in the Lin Kuei

-> eventually understands it not up to him, but he wants you to be safe

-> as a “joke” he sends initiates to “attack” you to mess with you

-> yes, he’s always watching but never lets himself meddle in whatever you decide to do

-> yes, he will also use you as a “punching bag” even though he swears to “go easy”

-> after he betrays his brothers, he forcefully takes you with him

-> practically keeps you hostage at that point but you don’t mind, it’s not like you’re in the mood to leave him anyways

Smoke

-> very understanding of it and your choices

-> will join you every once in awhile to do whatever you want

-> he never says anything to hurt your feelings even though he thinks you should join him on training

-> often sends Kuai or Harumi to check on you when he’s away

-> low-key wants to teach you his tricks anyways, mostly how to disappear and reappear

-> likes cuddling on a couch or bed or hell anywhere comfortable as long as it’s with you

-> sometimes you two watch a show or movie together

-> he will fall asleep on you or vice versa

-> either way, he doesn’t mind

-> literally sleeps like a cat when he’s around you and when he’s comfortable

-> in many cases, he falls asleep within five feet of you, even when you get up and walk around

-> will not hesitate to beat anyone who’s mean to you though

-> supportive through anything

-> often says “fuck it” to things to spend time with you

-> yes, he even says assassins need breaks

-> when you wake up, he’s definitely passed out with you in his arms much like a cat sleeps on your chest

-> idk why im comparing him to a cat but this is literally a perfect description of how my bf is

Raiden

-> is the one pulling you around with him everywhere you go even if you don’t want to

-> even though you might be lazy, he practices extra hard just to flex to the other men when you’re around

-> like Tomas, he indulges in whatever guilty pleasures you might have

-> much like Bi-Han though, he often pulls “pranks” on you with Kung Lao

-> secretly steals some of your things like snacks when you’re not looking, just because he is too proud to cave into eating them when you’re around

-> much like Tomas, he sends Kung Lao or Liu Kang to check on you when he’s fighting in tournaments

-> knows you won’t come to a lot of them so he often snags anything you have (ex a brooch/medallion/ring) to have it on him when he fights

-> whenever Kung Lao runs his mouth about you, he won’t hesitate to put him in his place

-> very peaceful and loves seeing you fall asleep anywhere so he can place his coat or top on you like a blanket

-> even if you’re not there, he thinks of you and wants to win even more when he does

-> HAS beat the shit outta Johnny for saying you’re lazy and boring

-> his guilty pleasure? Skipping “class” to join you on whatever you want to do

-> has been caught once or twice

A/N: I hope this was good I just went with what seemed in character for each guy… or maybe I’m just super impartial to Smoke cause he’s my fave and he acts so much like my bf (my bf is the oldest of 6)🤣🤣🤣

[lvrsturniolo]

FIRST TIMES MINISERIES— FT. MATT STURNIOLO

011. First Move

cw; matt crying. chris crying. CRYING. that’s all.

a/n; one chapter left ! ☹️

SERIES MASTERLIST HERE

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

The morning sun is already warm as it streams through the windows of your new house, lighting up the hardwood floors in soft gold. It smells like fresh paint and cardboard. Boxes line the walls— some labeled in your handwriting, others in Matt's.

Your daughter sleeps against your chest, tucked into the soft gray wrap she’s already grown used to. Her breathing is slow and even, a faint warmth against your skin. She doesn’t know yet that this is home. That this is where the next part of her life begins. Where the next part of yours begins.

You stand in the living room barefoot, watching through the window as Matt, Chris, and Nick carry the last of the boxes up the driveway. The street is familiar—quiet, lined with palm trees and too much sunlight—but the house isn’t. Not yet. It still echoes when you speak, waiting to be filled with the furniture the boxes hold.

Matt steps inside a few minutes later, arms full, face unreadable.

He puts the box down and just stands there. Like the weight he’s carrying has nothing to do with what’s in his hands.

You don’t say anything at first. You just watch him look around the room—at the couch you bought together, the nursery door slightly ajar, the keys on the hook by the front door. All of it brand new and already his.

When his eyes meet yours, there’s something behind them—quiet and heavy. You shift Christine against your chest and cross the room slowly until you’re standing in front of him.

“She’s asleep,” you whisper.

He nods, but doesn’t look away. “It feels… different now that it’s all in here. Realer.”

You reach up, smoothing his curls back from his forehead. “You okay?”

“I don’t know,” he says honestly. “It’s not that I’m not happy. Im so so happy. I’m just… I’ve never lived anywhere without them. I don’t know how to do that.”

You nod, keeping your voice low. “You don’t have to know yet. You’re not doing it alone. You’ve got us now.”

Before he can answer, the front door creaks open behind you.

Chris walks in quietly, box in his arms. He doesn’t say anything— which is kind of scary to you. He just puts the box down beside the others… and then walks straight over to Matt.

No words. Just a hug. Tight. Long.

Matt lets out a shaky breath and closes his eyes, his hand gripping the back of Chris’s sweatshirt.

Chris stays like that for a while, his forehead against Matt’s shoulder. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are glassy. He wipes at them quickly but doesn’t hide it.

“I know it’s stupid,” he mutters. “You’re literally down the street.”

Matt shakes his head. “It’s not stupid.”

“You’re the one I’ve always had a room next to. Every place. Every night. Even when we were little.” Chris laughs quietly through his tears. “The one time we split rooms, I ended up dragging my mattress into yours by the second night.”

Matt huffs a breath that’s almost a laugh. His voice is thick when he says, “You snored.”

“You snored louder.”

Nick appears in the doorway then, carrying the last couple of boxes. He stops when he sees the scene in front of him, a slow breath leaving his chest. But he doesn’t interrupt.

Instead, he sets the boxes down quietly and leans against the wall, arms folded as he watches his brothers have their moment.

It’s not a goodbye, of course, but it is the end of something.

You step in beside Matt and slide your hand into his. He squeezes it tight.

Chris clears his throat and blinks hard. “Alright. I’m done crying now.”

“No you’re not,” Nick says gently.

Chris gives a weak laugh. “Shut th’hell up.”

Matt looks between them and then back at the room again. It’s still not fully settled, still scattered with half-unpacked boxes. But when he looks at you—with your daughter in your arms, standing in the middle of the room that belongs to you three—you can see it hit him all over again.

He’s home.

And for the first time… it’s not because of where his brothers are. It’s because of you.

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That night, the house is quiet in a way Matt’s never really experienced before.

Not silent. Not cold. Just settled.

Christine is asleep in her crib. The nursery glows softly with the light of the monitor. And in the next room, Matt lies beside you in bed, your hands intertwined, the quiet between you filled with everything you both feel but don’t need to say.

“This place is gonna be filled with her firsts,” he whispers eventually.

You nod, voice soft. “Her first steps. First words. First birthday.”

Matt looks over at you, his eyes a little glossy in the dark. “It’s not just her, though. It’s mine too. First home I’ve ever had that’s mine. First one I don’t share with them. First time I’ve had a life like this.”

You slide closer, kissing his temple. “You deserve it. And they’re still with you. You’ll always have them. But this… this is yours.”

He swallows hard. “Ours.”

And that’s how the first night in your new home ends—wrapped around each other, the sound of your daughter breathing softly through the monitor, and the promise of everything that’s just beginning.

im so sad for this to end guys :( but thank you all sm for the love and support for this series !! i truly love soso much seeing you guys enjoy it :)

tags; @emely9274 @courta13 @sturniolo-szn2 @sophand4n4 @chrislover696969 @slvt4chriss @ivysturnss @riasturns @auttysturnz @iloveduckssm @tezzzzzzzz @lezleeferguson-120

[nekrosdolly]

some bf leon headcanons!!

i imagine reader to be early 20's and leon to be canon age in re4, so 27. hardly an age gap. im projecting a little in this one guys sorry...

cw; aging, mentions of aging, body image issues, scars, low-key depressed leon, nightmares and ptsd, alcoholism if you squint, these were not written to be happy lolll sorry guys! hope y'all like as always!

petnames (reader received); honey

boyfriend leon, whose nightmares wake him up nightly. if they're bad enough, they render him unable to speak. he stays awake to drink enough to get him tired again, and falls asleep. during the nights you stay over, he cuddles up to you and tries his best to take deep, slow breaths like you once instructed him to. within moments, he's okay. then he can talk to you about it.

boyfriend leon, who pretends like his insecurities are non-existent when he's with you but when he looks in the mirror, all he sees is a shell of his former self. a weapon. alone with his thoughts, he traces over every scar he's ever gotten- from the bullet wound from annette birkin's gun on his left shoulder to the thick scar from krauser's blade on his cheek. in his mind, they're ugly. horrible reminders of the past that stick around and haunt him. on top of that, it's not like he doesn't have normal insecurities too.

boyfriend leon, who hates the way he's gotten worry lines on his forehead and if you squint hard enough, crinkles from his furrowed brows. hates the way his hair is turning brown with his age, how his eyes seem so dull. his rage, as deep as it's buried, burns hotter than the sun. he's gained muscle and thus weight, which means he's acquired stretch marks. the first time he notices the stretch marks on his hips, his heart drops. he doesn't let you see him without clothes on for days.

boyfriend leon, who as he gets higher in age, starts covering himself up more. once he hits his thirties, he already feels the effects of old age and he swears he can see it in his physique despite his rigorous training. he starts sleeping with pajamas on instead of just his boxers. you find it funny how he thinks you haven't noticed.

boyfriend leon, who would rather spend the whole day with his face buried in your chest than go out because his days off are few and far between, and you're the only one who makes him feel comforted.

boyfriend leon, who needs you more than you need him. sure, he becomes less dependent as the two of you grow older together, but it's still there. there's not a line he wouldn't cross for you. he could get lost in you for eternity and never get bored.

boyfriend leon, who always reassures you when you need it and even when you don't. he loves making you feel loved and safe, the way you make him. he adores holding your hands, your hips, and waist. your love handles are his favorite things on your body- his hands fit so nicely on them, how could he not be obsessed?

boyfriend leon, who's always tired. the moment you let him lie down on you, he's half-asleep and clingy. his face buried in the nape of your neck, his hands grasping the side seams of your shirt so he can ground himself. he takes a deep inhale, a soft groan escaping him upon exhale. "y'smell good, honey," he murmurs, his voice tired and low. you chuckle softly and rub his upper back.

boyfriend leon, who melts when you stroke his hair. your touch incites a feeling he hasn't had since he was a teenager. a strong electric pulse in his heart followed by a soothing warmth. your hands on his arms, his abdomen, his legs- anywhere. you can get what you want from him just by rubbing his arm and batting your eyelashes, be it monetary or otherwise. it's fair, though, because he does the same to you, only he begs and kisses your face.

[strawberryfaced]

WE ARE LITERALLY SO BACK OMFG. I LISTENED TO IT AND AHHHH I HAVE SO MANH THOUGHTS, SO I HOPE YOU DONT MIND A BUNCH OF NONSENSE RAMBLING. i tried to document my thoughts by each track but it was a bit hard cause im working. i was asleep when it dropped but i had to listen to it the first thing when i got to work!!! and OH we are so back.

anyway here are my rambles! :D

nomad - WE ARE LITERALLY SO BACK. (ik this was a single but hearing it again was like omg just such a reminder!!!)

sexy to someone - always always a bop and like the transition between the singles is cohesive and i adore it. also like that she put both of the singles back to back to make room for the rest of the album too!!! a good fav

second nature - love it. def feels like a grower on me though.

slow dance - the flute part toward the end was interesting. def the percussion reminds me of immunity w the snare. love it??

thank you - i love the upbeatness of this omg. i think this might be my favorite so far!!!!! literally so good???

terrapin - i loved the percussion on this one. it feels reminiscent of immunity in its simplicity but also like sling with how everything fits in tandem with one another. its so calm and chill and i def think its a favorite for me. like second to thank you. i like the lyrics too. it just feels nice.

juna - okok i think i have to take back what i said on the last track being my second favorite so far. this one trumps that one. its my def 2nd fav. its GOT SUCH A VIBE UGHHH I LOVE IT. i know i keep bringing up the instrumental but holy shit i adore this sound for herrrr. her vocals on this too. it fits her!!! its so good. we are literally so back. eating so good as clairo fans.

add up my love - FUCK SHES MAKING IT SO HARD TO CHOOSE A SECONF FAVORITE ON THIS ALBUM. ITS LITERALLY SO GOOD TOO WHAT THE HECK. I LOVE THIS ONE OMG. LIKE- ATP GIVE IT A 3 WAY TIE FOR SECOND PLACE UGHHHH I LITERALLY ADORE THIS ONE OMG. LIKE ITS GOT SUCH GOOD VIBES AND GODDDDDD THE PERCUSSION!!!! IMMUNITY CORE LOW KEY. literally every song slaps and we are literally so back.

echo - okay this one was good but i didnt feel all that blown away over it. it definitely was nice and i liked the second half of it, but i feel like this ones a grower for me in terms to the track list so far. HOWEVER THE FUCKING TRANSITION INTO THE NEXT SONG!!!! WHAT!!! THATS LITERALLY SO EVERYTHING!!!!

glory of the snow - i liked this one omg. i feel like i sound like a broken record but this one was really nice. i dont think it compares to the earlier tracks for my favorite because theres so many already but if i had to itd be on that list toward the bottom. its definitely a favorite but slightly less favorable than the others i was freaking out about. she really has made it hard to pick favorites on this album ffs. 😭. ALSO THE SONG TRANSITION TOO??? WHATS WITH THAT MA'AM!!!

pier 4 - this definitely felt like a good closing track to end the album. i enjoyed it overall. it feels like her, but in a different perspective. its not immunity and its not sling but a whole different thing that feels like it bonded the both together. i think this album is sooooo good for her and like her best work yet but i dont think i could compare it at all to her other albums because they feel like their own seperate lives and beings. its somewhere in the middle of them that brings out the best parts of both of them that charm lives. its genuinely a good album and has so much replayabilty for me. i loved it!!!! i think i have to listen to it again to grasp a list because the songs meld so cohesively that it makes it hard to remember my feelings on them because im so caught up in the moment of being excited for the new music.

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heres my list btw. ik it might be controversial but goddd it was so hard to choose. I MUST KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS FRIEND!!!!!

1. thank you

2. juna

3. add up my love

4. glory of the snow

5. nomad

6. slow dance

7. sexy to someone

8. terrapin

9. second nature

10. echo

11. pier 4

NOOOOOO OMG LITERAAAAAALLY. when it dropped iwas quite sleepy but i stayed up anyway and made it :] AND YAYAYAY ME TOO. I HAVE. SO MUCH RO SAY.

WAIT IM GONNA DO WHAT U DID I WILL RETURN YOUR RAMBLES

nomad - YES. i think this one i already got used to because i listened to it so fuckingn much so the magic’s worn off just a liiiil bit BUT YES.

sexy to someone - AHHHHHHES!!! I 100000% AGREE WITH U ON THE BACK TO BACK THING. very satisfying to me ++ THE TRANSITION ALSO YES. there r so many other cool transitions in the album so this makes me so very happy

second nature - yeah SAME NGL!!!! i think i absooooolutely love like. the flow and melody of the song and i love like the chorus especially!!! but the like intro part the dumdum part reminds me a lot of willy wonka…. which is one of my least favourite movies ever

slow dance - I DEFINITELY AGREE WITHH U ON THE IMMUNITY THING I HEAR IT TOO!!! this one tho i don’t have much to say but it’s very catchy imo and just. So Good.

thank you - WAIT NO WAY. THIS ONE IS ALSO GOTTA BE ONE OF MY FAVOURITES???? HIGH FIVE FRIEND YAY!!!!!!!???? ALSO ESPECIALLY THE CHORUS ON THIS ONE GOT ME. UTS JUST SOOOOOOOOOO

terrapin - the instrumentals in this one were soooo good. i love love. AND UES ITS LIKE!!! immunity AND sling !!!!! +++ the piano in the background. absolutely magical

juna - NO UR LITERALLY SO RIGHT ABOUT THE INSTRUMENTALS!!!! I CANT SHUT UP ABOUT THEM!!!!! i feel like it has such a chill smooth vibe!!!! ITS SOOOOOO SATISFYING AND I LOVE HER LIKE. QUIET VOICE IN THIS. also im pretty sure juna is a cat/dog name she mentioned it in a comment i think. SO ITS KIND OF LIKE JOANIE FROM SLING’s SISTER WHICH I ABSOLUTELY LOVE

add up my love - I LOVE THIS ONE FOO. IT REMINDS ME A BIT OF SEXY FO SOMEONE WHICH IS AWESOME!!!!!

echo - THIS ONE I DIDNT END UP LISTENING TO WHEN I WAS DOING A FIRST LISTEN BECAUSE. WHEN IT STARTED THE INSTRUMENTALS AND THE FIRST LYRIC LIKE “there’s something that I need from you” SCARED ME BECAUSE I WAS IN THE DARK HAHA. but YEAH!!! i think this one will grow on me though!!!! very witchy healing vibes imo

glory of the snow - YEAH!!!! i felt like the instrumentals were just a liiittle repetitive on this one but i loved them. so win ish??? UR SO RIFHT ON THE BROKEN RECORD THING THOUGH OH MY GOD I HEAR IT SO GOOD

pier 4 - i heard the acoustic version first which she performed for Palestine (fucking rad . fucking awesome) and i like. CRIED WHEN I FIRST HEARD IT HAHA. but honestly i absolutely loved this track and i was kinda scared she’d add more like. instrumentals cause I absolutely loved the acoustic so i’m so glad she didn’t do that :]

i couldn’t agree with you more genuinely. the meshing thing is very very relatable especially because of how the instruments fit very well together. i think so well that some of the tracks could just be one whole 20 minute song haha!!! AND THE THING ABOUT IT BEINF IN THE MIDDLE…. THE REPLAYABILITY… NOT BEINF ABLE TO COMPARE BECAUSE OF THEIR DIFFERENCES…. like. it’s everything I couldn’t wanted I think taking into mind how immunity and sling. were my favourites ever and were basically my favourite genres so i was kind of worried i wouldn’t like the new one. but NO!!! ITS IMPOSSIBLE TO ME THAT I EVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT NOW!!!!

also wanted to add +++ THE ALBUM. ITS SOOOO. FORESTY. IT REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF THE CHILDHOOD BOOK FROG AND TOAD OR THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS OR LIKE WINNIE THE POOH N THE HUNDRED ACRE WOODS. ITS HOMEY BUT THE HOME IS OUTSIDE. i aBSOLUTELY LOVE THIS ABOUT IT!!! i also saw this new picture which i think perfectly depicts the album!!!!

ANYWAY. RANKING!!!! I THINK I AGREE WITH U ON MOST BUT HERES MINE!!!! (it’ll probably change a lot depending on the days but yeah!!!!)

thank you

nomad

pier 4

slow dance / terrapin

juna / add up all my love

glory of the snow

sexy to someone

second nature

echo

[shxtodxroki]

Hi! So I did send a request but I kinda realized that it was an annon request and I'm not sure if you do those since I didn't see it when I was looking for your rules? Or how old you would prefer but I'm 18.. Also I was sleep deprived as hell and half asleep while writing it soo I don't really remember what it says, I mean I vaguely do but mostly not so I'm going to re-write it! If that's okay of course do not feel pressured to do this or not it's chill if you don't want to. And this is just and ask for MHA matchup just preferably not bakugo or deku I'm very open to side characters like sero or shoji I'm also bi 🏳️‍🌈

Appearance: im a 4'9 Latina girl she/her Curly Dark hair that reaches mid back, I almost always have my hair up in some kind of way. I like my hair down but I feel like I look wierd with it down at the same time? So I only have it down around people I really like. I have dimples, round glasses I need but lose all the time, some tats on my arm Many beauty marks all over my legs and arms and three on my face that I like, big ass Dark eyes with decent lashes, button nose, and I'm fit? I have a pear body because I have a big but and bumper car thighs :( and I dress colorful, kinda retro. Big Chunky earrings and sneakers, bell bottoms and mom jeans with flowers embroidered on, colorful eyeliner, Colorful tube tops or crop tops or just like an oversized shirt, messenger bags, varsity jackets, and if my hair is down head scarfs ( like a bandana not hijab although hijab is really pretty too) and I do have an affinity for oversized hoodies.

Personality: Im a Sagittarius! Mbti- Enfp, Hufflepuff, My fav color is orange and my favorite flower is a marigold. I'm usually a very rational person I don't go into a situation guns blazing and I examine absolutely everything before jumping in, after a brief period of Examining however I'm completely different I'm loud, energetic, Creative, playful, social, bubbly, silly, Assertive, dramatic, very affectionate and loving, and sickeningly sarcastic. I would rather get trampled on by elephants than make someone mad or disappointed but I will not tolerate being treated like shit by people I don't know and will be able to hold my ground. I'm good at arguing but I'm always willing to admit I'm wrong and dont love doing it. I'm a peace keeper who hates when other people fight so I help whoever is fighting work out their issues so everything is good again :) but I have punched people before for my brother so I'm not afraid of violence I just don't like drama or people being mad. Im an adrenaline junkie and love doing stupid shit like playing chicken in the street and trying new stuff. I'm adaptive and have many friends from different places and social groups and I'm like a chameleon, I adapt to those who are around me. I'm always smiling or laughing or joking or at least trying! I'm a busy bee! I hate staying still and not doing anything. I love going outside or going out in general I am a full blown extrovert! Im pretty playful and childish but Im a perfectionist and want to be the best at everything I do, very competitive. I'm very talkative and accidentally ramble or repeat myself. Im a hopeless romantic, I believe absolutely everyone has a someone and I like the kissing in the rain and little picnics or chilling at home to watch a really dumb movie. I love joking around getting others to laugh! I like having inside jokes or little personal moments and I take a lot of pics all the time. My friends have told me I'm very comforting and helpful when they are panicking and I've always liked that I work great under pressure. I can run solely off the serotonin of 1 compliment for week. I'm low-key a neat freak. My friends and family say I'm a bright light and it makes me really happy they feel that way. I value family and friends above all else. I am more than happy to give up an opportunity given to me so a Friend could have it. I'm a ball of energy who has a lot of love to give. And finally my love language is giving gifts and physical touch when I make a friend that is really close I make paper origami butterflies in their fave colors to give them, I make food or give people snacks to show love and I like getting that stuff in return. I'm not huge on PDA but as long as we aren't full on making out or cuddling in public we good 😊 I just get embarrassed sometimes. But I love giving hugs and kisses and I tell people I love them all the time.

Interests/likes: I love reading, writing, running, drawing, anything to with getting lost in my own world. I kayak, surf, swim, workout out and love decorating, I love to play sports like cross country and volleyball and music is amazing (concerts are my favorite thing ever) I like screaming the lyrics to my fave songs, I have fake plants cause I can't remember to keep real ones Alive and and I have two fur babies biscuit the tabby cat and Poco the Border collie. I babysit young kids all the time, I like playing in mud or getting into mud wars (me and my brother and some neighbors did it all the time when we were younger) I love coffee and tea (Ik such a surprising and original trait to have) but it taste great so I like curling up with a romance novel listening to rain out side with tea and some quiet music playing. I like star gazing or doing late night shinanagins. I'm a bit of a shopoholic when It comes to clothes 😅

Dislikes: DOLLS (I fucking hate them) being sick, being underestimate, being pitied or helped, axe body spray, dancing (not a hate but just something I can't do for the life of me.) And finally my laugh, it's not like a cute little one, no its a loud obnoxious annoying one, I laugh a lot but I'm very self conscious about it.

Bad stuff: I seem happy and energetic all the time but I'm really not, I'm tired and feel like shit but I cannot stand asking for help, ever. Unless I'm actively bleeding out I won't ask for help and even then I'll try to drive myself to the hospital first, I'm stubborn and procrastinate a lit, I will work myself so hard on being the best till I break and can't function anymore. I'm very fidgety When I'm stressed I tend to hit myself or pull my hair. I can get very overstimulated or triggered and will get very quiet and curl up and that is a cue I need to leave or get anxiety meds but I need someone to hold me for a good minute or I'll dissociate. I have a hard time letting my feelings out because I feel like I have to be bright and happy all the time to keep others happy and safe it'll eventually build up to the point I break and all my self poison comes out. some days I struggle with my mental disorders so bad I just need love and to be told I'm pretty, which sounds stupid and vain but anorexia and body dysmorphia is not fun and that's the simplest way to help. I have depression, anxiety, PTSD, ADHD and anorexia. Sometimes the happy version of me is to much and I have to take a break and lay down and just have a day with my significant other without people in a space where I'm okay to cry I need people to not freak out when I'm not a ball bursting with energy and just want to sit down and play crash bandicoot, it doesnt mean im mad I just need to recharge!! And I still love everyone just as much even when I'm having a horrible day but I need to know it's okay to be shy sometimes.

I'm sorry this is so long, I again have a habit to ramble but just know your a great writer and I love your stuff! (No this isn't me kissing up) and if you don't want to write this it's perfectly fine, thank you for even reading it, I remember the first time I sent the request I was feeling really overwhelmed and I'm sorry that I'm still a bit overwhelmed so if any of what I wrote was triggering I'm very deeply sorry and I hope you have a good day I just can't pay for therapy and prepping for college is stressful.

Hi hi there, first of all thank you for being so sweet in your request and for the compliments on my writing, it really means a lot to me :) Second of all, I already said most of this when I messaged you before so I'll try not to repeat myself much, but you don’t need to apologize at all, for rambling or for feeling overwhelmed. I appreciate how cautious you are, but I don’t mind being a place to vent if you guys ever need it, so your request was perfectly fine. :] I hope you enjoy your match-up, thank you again for being so kind and for giving me so much information to work with because it really helped! :D

I’d Match You With: 

Mezo Shoji! :D

Reasoning:

I swear I already had him picked out for you even before you sent your most recent request lol, when I saw that you were open to side characters and read through your request my mind immediately went to Shoji! He seems like the type of boyfriend who would be good to you and who could give you the love you need, he’d be able to meet your needs and show you the love and care you deserve <3

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- Shoji knows you typically have your hair up, and his dupli-arms are perfect for doing your hair so he loves helping you out and styling your hair if you’re willing to let him <3 It’s not something he has a lot of experience in, so you’ll have to help and guide him through things a bit whenever he’s trying out a new hairstyle for the first time, but he catches on quickly and loves doing your hair for you once he does <3

- He also likes tracing his fingers delicately along the lines of your tattoos, or tracing lines between your beauty marks like constellations <3 he thinks they’re all so beautiful and this is one of the more subtle ways he likes to show affection to you, sometimes he’ll even press gentle pecks on your beauty marks if the two of you are alone and he's feeling extra affectionate

- Shoji will give you all his oversized hoodies to wear without you even needing to ask because he knows you love them, and it makes his heart flutter whenever he sees you wearing them out in public <3 He’s too shy to initiate much PDA in public, so he likes when you wear his hoodies while you’re out because he gets to show off his beautiful girlfriend without being too obvious about it at the same time

- Shoji absolutely hates arguing with you, so he makes sure he never gets to the point where you even have to snap at him or escalate things. He knows you’re more than willing to stand your ground and he's glad you're willing to call him out when necessary, and he’s always very receptive when you tell him you’re upset with him because he wants to resolve the issue and improve upon his weaknesses so that he doesn’t hurt you in any way. He’s very good at receiving and adapting to any concerns you have, so arguments never really escalate between the two of you

- Shoji’s definitely much more introverted in comparison to you, but you’re able to compromise in your relationship so that both of your needs get met <3 As long as you’re willing to give him a bit of time to himself/in the house to recharge (which he knows you also need on occasion, so this works out well for both of you), he’s happy to go out with you and your friends with you as well, although you’ll typically be leading the conversions with occasional additions from him as he gently squeezes your hand for reassurance

- Shoji definitely gets pretty shy when it comes to doing romantic gestures for you, but he’s also a very romantic guy despite his nerves so he fulfills all your cheesy romance dreams :> Walking you home after a date as rain gently falls around the two of you and eventually leaning in to press a tentative kiss to your lips (and taking care of you if you end up getting sick later lol), setting up cute little picnic dates, he’s the most romantic boyfriend you could ever ask for even if he’s shy about it

- Shoji’s big on subtle physical touch, especially hugs when the two of you are alone :D He constantly has at least one arm wrapped around you if he’s not holding you completely, with all of his arms. However, he’s much more shy when it comes to kisses ^^ He really likes them though, he’s just too nervous to initiate most of the time so you may have to initiate more often than not if you want kisses from him lol

- Shoji definitely seems like the type of person who really enjoys concerts as well, and as the two of you have been together for a longer period of time his music taste starts to blend with yours, so he frequently gifts you concert tickets so the two of you can go see your favorite bands/artists together <3 He definitely brings earplugs for himself to protect his ears a bit, too, and a pair for you as well if you want them!

- Shoji absolutely adores the sound of your laugh, he knows that you’re self conscious about it so he doesn’t want to draw too much attention to it or make you feel insecure in any way, but occasionally when the two of you are alone and he makes you laugh he tells you how much he adores the sound of you laughing, and how much it warms his heart to see the person he loves the most so happy <3

- Once you feel comfortable enough in your relationship to open up with Shoji about your mental health struggles, he tries his absolute best to support you in every way you can <3 And he makes sure that you know that he never thinks that you're stupid or vain or upsetting him in any way by needing his support (because you're not, you're just struggling and can't fight all on your own which is more than understandable), he just wants to do whatever he can to lessen your struggles because he loves you <3 Whenever he sees that you’re struggling he’ll find a way for you to take a mental health day if at all possible. He’s happy to just stay at home with you all day so you don’t feel any pressure to act happy or bubbly, and he’s willing to either cuddle you or give you space depending on what you need. He’ll happily spend the whole day pampering you and telling you how gorgeous you are and just how much you mean to him/how thankful he is to have you, even going as far as to explain every reason why he loves you as much as he does. He just wants to do whatever he can as your boyfriend to help you work through your struggles <3

Song For Your Relationship:

Unconditionally by Katy Perry :)

[pesterloglog]

Dave Strider

Act 3, page 829

turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering gardenGnostic [GG] at 2009-04-12 -- 23:14

TG: hey

TG: oh

TG: youre asleep again arent you

TG: or do you even know if you are

TG: i still dont know how that works

TG: its like nothing means anything

TG: its so cool getting hella chumped by your coquettish damn riddles all the time

TG: i dont know why i believe anything you say im like the grand marshal of gross chumpage

TG: waving around my faggoty chumpductor baton

TG: assitant director of chumpography

TG: celebrated author ernest chumpingway

TG: wait weak

TG: chumpelstiltskin

TG: uh

TG: chumpeldipshit

TG: yeah

TG: youre asleep y/n?

TG: a/s/l?

TG: s = species

TG: baboon?

TG: kangaroo rat?

TG: if kangaroo rat yiff twice plz

TG: ok well youre not saying anything so i guess whether youre nonawake or unasleep or whatever youre just not around and im wasting good material

TG: even worse im wasting a killer fursona here

TG: like

TG: i dont know like a wide open v shaped leotard and a fuck ton of body paint

TG: some like sinewy back arching cirque du soleil looking motherfucker

TG: always low to the ground gettin a good prowl on

TG: like i dropped my keys in the dark

TG: nimblest son of a bitch who had the gumption to glue a nasty pair of latex cat lips to his face

TG: for a reason that wasnt a joke

TG: jade hey

TG: where are you

TG: seriously im sitting here tonight with a fucking bag of kibble jacked open on my lap and primed for goddamn bear

TG: and youre gone

TG: btw my name is Akwete Purrmusk

TG: hardest buttock in the jungle

TG: tempered steel

TG: hey yeah just wanted to give you this remix i finished

TG: here

turntechGodhead [TG] sent gardenGnostic [GG] file "explore remix.mp3"

TG: so yeah

TG: you dont have to respond to any of that btw

TG: ill probably forget half the shit i said anyway

TG: talk to you tomorrow