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pistolslinger · 2 years

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jk haha meta + pre-dregs college era jesper!!

META + [ nat’s brain rattling ]

oh i have THOUGHTS about this. most of them are: jesper stepped foot into university at a very young age on a science-related scholarship, quickly realised the stress (of multiple things, not just university) was becoming way too much to handle.

he made friends fast! he wowed ppl with his proficiency, because he was so young and already studying at university level! he kept up with his assignments, wrote to his dad regularly — enjoyed the odd party with friends on a school night. and then that became more frequent, because he’d gotten a taste for life outside of a (loving, but) restrictive home and all the freedom that comes with it. he’s still very popular among his peers, still gets invited out — eventually gets invited to that gambling hall that sets his life into turbulent motion.

most ppl he knew in uni were probably quite shocked that he kind of just fell off the face of the earth one day, but if anyone had seen what jesper was like behind the scenes during his brief stint at university then there would probably be a general consensus of: oh, right, that was just bound to happen eventually.

towards the end of his uni days, he was dealing with: mounting exam anxiety, deadline stress from small projects that felt like huge, fate-deciding assignments, guilt over the money he was wasting that his father had spent years earning, anxiety about paying accommodation fees, culture shock, fear of being exposed as a grisha somehow (he’d only ever learned to hide it in a place where grisha are accepted, and under his father’s watchful eye), and all that nonsense that comes with having rampant adhd (in a deeply academic and competitive environment), and missing his mother terribly along with the guilt-bitterness-fear spiral of disappointing her.

somehow, despite being the most dangerous thing he could’ve gotten involved in, joining the dregs felt less terror inducing that continuing at university. same amount of guilt, but. he stopped feeling like a failure, stopped feeling like he was going to throw up just looking at a textbook.

#apaclypse #THIS WAS. WORD SOUP IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS INCOHERENT :(#TY FOR SENDING THIS THO!!!<3 #HEADCANON + META ... ‘ about jesper.

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star1ight0 · 21 days

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Katsuki Bakugou x Reader "Warm Hands". Period comfort!

I died today exams are coming up and my body decided that I must suffer, endometriosis is no joke. PERIOD COMFORT.

Katsuki was never one for comfort, partly because he never really got it himself so giving it was like standing in cold water. The first time you and Katsuki were together during your period you kept to yourself not wanting to bother him with your mood swings.

He quickly caught on blowing it off as you having an off week. The second time around he was a little more observant noticing how you got more upset over simple work and how you seemed to always have a stomach ache in class.

One Ill fated day you ran out of pads quickly running to Momo giving her a knowing look, she handed you her bag as you ran off. That was only the start of your shitty day. The pills you took to kill your cramps had worn off so now you're suffering in class. Things took a turn for the worse after lunch when whatever the cafeteria food seemed to kill your stomach.

Back in class holding your stomach you left for the bathroom holding your stomach as your lunch betrayed you. After a few minutes of suffering on the bathroom floor, apparently Aizawa felt the need to send Momo to check on you. She helped you up and to recovery girl, not that she could do much but let you rest.

After class Katsuki made his way to the nurses office, seeing you curled in a ball with a bottle of pain killers next to you "The hell happened to you?" He spoke in a rather mean tone but you could still feel the sincerity of his words "Cramps" you said sitting up wrapping your hands around his waist. After a few minutes you grab his hand and get up.

He walks you back to your dorm letting you lean most of your body weight on him most the walk there. Not having any food in your system you felt your body weaken using what little energy you had to lay down. Katsuki watches you curl in a ball a soft yet concerning look still ligers. "I'll make you some soup. Don't die while I'm gone" he says gruffly placing a kiss on your head

When he returns he has a tray with soup, some warm tea and chocolate? You look up at him a bit confused "Why the chocolate?" You say still slightly dazed. "Im not a complete moron.. plus I ran into Momo and she told me" he says the second half is almost incoherent.

You look up at him with a smile holding his rather warm hands to your cold ones. The blissful moment is rudely interrupted by the feeling of a cramp in your lower stomach. Clenching your stomach holding back the tears that had been compiled caused by the many cramps and stress of the day.

A slight groan manages to escape your lips as you feel the side if you bed sink in next to you. Not saying anything you feel your boyfriend pull you towards him. "Where does it hurt" he says avoiding your slightly confused gaze you place his hands on your lower stomach leaning into his touch.

One main up side of Katsuki's quirk was his body radiated more heat then the average person, more so in his hands. "Thank you" you say slowly dozing off.

When you awake you feel your boyfriend's hands still wrapped around you. You walk to the bathroom taking care of yourself. When you come back Katsuki is still asleep so you crawl back on the bed laying in his lap.

The day continues with one similar to the one before.

Sorry this one was a little weird and shorter than I wanted. I'm tired, sick and sleepy but wanted to write this.

Requests are open!

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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m thinkin abt the “blunt vs flowery” language thing and…… in the year of our lord 2023, i don't even want to imagine how far back we'd have to go in genshins timeline until we see ‘hey shawty' written on a cave wall-

you try to be better about it, sometimes, using only the fanciest words and the most floral of tones, but all you ever succeed in doing is giving zhongli flashbacks to the archon war-

in the same vein: modern humor. would literally make them think "is this some sort of divine joke im too mortal to understand?" except even the archons need to cite sources on why a piece of bread falling over would be funny- maybe you slip sometimes, but you only ever get halfway through like “i’m neurodivergent and a minor” before you realize they don’t know what that means— “what if i had blue hair and pronouns” but they’re just sitting there like… doesn’t everybody have pronouns….? and kaeya has blue hair- are you implying he’s divine? what about chongyun?? xingqiu??????

anyway um. this is me bringing up my unfortunate (but very funny) habit of saying “i’ll boil you like soup” whenever i’m mildly inconvenienced and hoping it triggers Thoughts about the casual/slang threats we make and how they cope

sorry if this reads incoherently it’s 1am for me rn— also i’m debating becoming a regular anon here, are your applications open? 👉👈

SORRY IF I RAN U OFF BY NOT REPLYING QUICKLY!! BUT I’D LOVE TO HAVE LABELLED ANONS! I’ve already added some taken name I could see in my mailbox so check the pinned post and choose whatever isn’t taken! phrase or emoji, etc.! :)

this isnt super long bc ur stuff seemed chill on its own/idk what I could add! So I just focused on one aspect

gif is literally everyone reacting to you trying to speak “flowery” like them lol

ALSO u guys probably dont remember bc I took so long but I’m still writing/going to post that Blunt Lang. AU Fanfic One-Shot! so here’s some quick headcanons ill add on ive got anon!!

No TWs/Content Warnings. SFW.

so this was gonna be chill but-

BESDIES RANDOM SHIT LIKE MEME REFERENCES

THAT WONT MAKE SENSE TO THEM BC INHERENT INTERNET/DIGITAL UNDERSTANDING NEEDED

WHAT IF ALL UR JOKES OR REFERENCES ARE QUITE LITERALLY, ANCIENT??

like anon said about even the archons having to pull out sources/cite your stuff to understand it, like finding really old tablets/scrolls/carved wall words 😭

u giving Zhongli a history lesson/brush up LMAO

If ur annoyed at them u just need to make more jokes, leave em scrambling for their pocket notes LOL

I like to think since you sound the OLDEST

that the ancient shit like Phanes/Four Shades/Seven Sovereigns are the closest in speech

(look theyre all alive and shit for my genshin, goddamit i still gotta tell u guys abt my genshin fill-in lore au)

and they’re closer to the “beginning of history” in teyvat so theyd get more references

theyd literally understand u the best and they like, all in the Abyss or like deep in Teyvat,

so u just casually strolling up to Azdaha’s place instead like

“How’s your day been Azhy?”

“Same as the days many before, my lord. How are thee?”

“Good enough, hey, why don’t I bring some food from my old world by that I’ve made for you to try out? Something new, y’know?”

camera pan left to see Zhongli looking up, then back down as he scribbles notes trying to better understand, Xiao has crossed his arms and is squinting, Ganyu is behind Zhongli and is trying to peek over his shoulder, Cloud Retainer and other adepti have like hidden nearby to overhear lol

♤

FLASHBACKS FOR ZHONGLI-

HE’S OVER HERE LIKE

“Please do not disturb your countenance my Wànsuìyé, the vernacular is pleasant to mine ears and sufficient for speech.”

“I shall, uh, try my best Zhongli, thought I know ye have- wait- thy have? Whatever, accepted it, I shall keep attempting to better match thee!”

HIS FACE-

He’s literally just → 😰😣💀

(flashback to at least 1 really ancient/old god he had to fight for his life against, they were the hardest battle he’s ever faced, and Azhdaha was helping him by that point too, so it wasn’t even like he won alone… rip zhongli got ptsd)

He keeps trying to subtly stop you from practicing it, he also desperately discourages others from helping you 😭

(Zhongli was about to be called Rex Lapis again when Venti was trying to get on his last nerve by constantly encouraging you to speak fancier, but in the incorrect way, at dinner with them one time)

Like that last content with them pretending not to kow each other but 5x the tension and Venti is fooling around even more so than usual lol

THANKS FOR SENDING IN YOUR IDEAS!! I FUCKING LOVE HEARING OTHER PPLS BRAINROTS OVER STUFF!! AND SORRY AGAIN IT TOOK FOREVER!! ITS BEEN A ROUGH YEAR OF UNI FOR ME/IM GRADUATING!! <333 TYSM ANON!!

Safe Travels,

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sol-shines · 1 year

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oc alphabet soup: the letter a?

cam im so fuckin sorry that you had to be this person but you've activated my sleeper agent codes. youve said the magic words

so now you all have to hear a thing about AUDRI MOTHERFUCKIN OPILIO

^comm from the almighty @pysics btw. if you even care. you should. commission jun or die by my sword

ANYWAY she's one of my oldest ocs, part of the group of guys ive been yelling about with the one and only @dreaming-of-stories-and-stars for almost 7 years now. so she's literally the most ever. she's Bisexual Girl Jesus. she's an underground bike racer. she's been in cringefail gay love with her best friend for years and hasn't said shit. she is at all times 2.6 seconds away from an emotional breakdown. her love language is probably biting. she's God's Little Blorbo. she's even transgender.

without giving too much away she basically got handpicked by a god to take on the mantle of savior of the multiverse. very much atlas holding up the world momence. so she hasn't had an opportunity to like construct an identity outside her "divine purpose" since she was like mmmmm 8 years old maybe. she's Fucked ! but now she runs with a bunch of other insane space pirates, and she's in love with half of them. it's great. anyway she's a Very powerful magician this bitch has the nuclear launch codes probably. sometimes it pays to be Jesus 2

im aware this is incoherent. im so sorry. but i love her more than anything i can and will talk about her for hours. she contains multitudes she Cannot be condensed. but thank you for beholding her anyway

#this is SUCH a deranged answer never trust me with anything lmao #(truly tho cam ty again!! its fun to talk abt her)#ocs #audri #mm #ask game #sol speaks

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windblooms · 3 years

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If you write wlw, cna I ask for Xianling and a little tsundere gf? Keeping her dishes edible and getting kithed?

gently holds you yes i do write wlw!! i guess i should specify more of these things in my request rules ,, im sorry TT. hopefully what i have can somewhat compensate for my oversight.

the two of you are a clash of personalities: xiangling, an energetic and rather loud individual, keeping company with a much more ill-tempered and standoffish person. and they wouldn’t be wrong – honestly, you’re not sure how you’ve been with her for this long. there’s something about her that’s . . .

cute? well, that’s obvious. full of life? a more poetic descriptor, sure. how about dedicated to her craft that you can’t help but cheer her on, encourage her dreams, and – gah. she’s too endearing, almost to the point of how is she even possible? you’d never say things like these aloud – archons, the only scenario in which you’d come close to being verbally sappy would be complimenting her dishes, and even that’s if she doesn’t nearly kill you with her adorable face.

you settle for show your dedication to her in other ways: looking over her food while she’s out getting ingredients, or recommending locations that you know have the resources she’s looking for. when she’s tired after a long day at wanmin, you often warm a bath for her, and prepare face wash.

in the times when you feel confident, you try and make a small snack for her too. you’re no where near of a chef as she is, but you’d like to at least thing that you’ve picked up a thing or two from watching her and gouba work.

specific dishes that you’ve tried to improve on are bamboo shoot soup and crystal shrimp, with sweeteners on the side. you really hope that they’re not bad – you’d mentally smack yourself if it turns out you can’t cook something as simple as crystal shrimp when she’s out there every day making tianshu meat.

on one of these days, you bring out one of your dishes to her as she’s getting off break. you can see the sweat on her brow, but she’s still as chipper as ever, a healthy hue on her cheeks and lips upturned in a smile; you almost find yourself tripping over your own feet at the sight of her.

no. you’re not going to drop this dish. you’re not going to ruin this. what you are going to do is give your amazing girlfriend hand-made food after her tiring day.

“xiangling,” you start, and her stride quickens as the two of you near, and you find yourself rapidly losing the ability to speak. “erm, here, made you this – ”

“ah?” her voice squeaks, and her eyes widen in elation. if she wasn’t radiant before, then she’s the sun right now. you try to keep yourself from melting – you really do – but as you try to find more words to say, you realize that your speech is near incoherent. so, with a sigh, you present your dish with two hands, suddenly finding interest in the ground.

“for you,” you supply again, and you feel the dish slowly being taken from your hands.

and your bangs are pushed aside, and her lips are on your forehead. she’s on her toes, leaning over the dish so she can reach you.

if you weren’t a jumbled mental mess of nerves before, you sure are now. you really forget how to speak – meanwhile, xiangling doesn’t miss a beat, and she’s positively beaming at you.

“thank you so much! it looks amazing.”

she lifts the dish to various angles, and you pray to rex lapis that she likes what she sees. you did add some small touches of sweet flower for decoration, but even then, that doesn’t cancel out the potentially subpar chicken quality in the event that you messed up.

archons, you really hope you didn’t mess up.

xiangling grins at you, and there’s a bright sparkle in her eyes. you’re blushing too much to think.

“c’mon, let’s go inside. we can share this together!”

#genshin impact x reader #xiangling x reader #xiangling headcanons #xiangling scenarios #xiangling fluff #the pan in me jumped out when i wrote this can you tell

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thewondersofsmut · 5 years

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Happy Ending

Request: Hi sorry to bother u but can u do a deanxreader where reader has back pains and dean offers to give her a massage, and he sits on her lower back/butt area and it turns into something more. Thanks! I understand if u can't write it b/c u prob get a Lotta requests. – Anon

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, smut

Word Count: 1873

A/N: I’m back! And Im posting a few fics today! Feedback is loved!

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“Son of a bitch,” You groaned, pressing your free hand to your lower back, and swinging your machete to your other shoulder. “You good there, (y/n)?” You looked up to Dean, dragging the vampire’s dead body to the pile. “Peachy.” You faked a smile. Dean couldn’t stop his body from reacting to the noises you elicited, his hips jerking forward. “What’s up?” He asked, being better at expressing his feelings of concern towards you, not that he didn’t care, he always assumed that getting too close to you could cost your life, but you had quickly proven that trusting and expressing to each other would be good, considering that you’ve saved his life multiple times.

“Just some back ache, comes with aging,” You joked, making him chuckle. “We should head back, Sammy’s gunna need meds, I promised to pick some up for him.” Your voice sounded hoarse. “I think we should get something for you, maybe some muscle patches too?” Dean suggested, shrugging. You couldn’t help but smile. He’s gotten better at showing he cared, a lot. It also helps that you know of his tiny crush on you. More like large, according to Sam, ever since your first encounter with them as you saved them. “Yeah, he hasn’t gotten sick in a while.” Dean affirmed and you both trotted to baby after setting the bodies aflame.

Dean always glanced at you as a whine escapes your parted lips, your hand trying to alleviate pressure from your back as you sat. You promptly twisted your upper body, grounding your feet and you heard the satisfying cracklings of your spine. You did it on the opposite side and you side, a little bit of the pain leaving your body. “Holy shit, (y/n), is that even safe?” He asked, stunned. You giggled, another sound he loved to hear. “It helps.” You winked and he chuckled, focusing on the road once again.

You had dropped by the pharmacy, got a lot of necessities, medicine, and first aid and all that to stock up the bunker, your new found home. After Dean getting a slice of pie, you were both heading back.

You and Dean brought all your stuff inside and Sam was in the library, on his laptop with a blanket draped around his back. “Hey Sammy,” You greeted, acquiring Dean’s nickname for him early on. You were two years older than him and he’d looked up to you as a sister, even though he still found himself being like an ‘over protective brother’ to you too. “Hey guys, how was the hunt?” He asked. “Totally good.” You replied, your smile turning sour when you bent down to put your bag down. “Are you hurt?” Sam immediately asked, pushing his chair back to stand up.

“No—no, I must’ve pulled something in my back, just gettin’ old,” You joked and he chuckled.

“You’re not old.” Dean snickered, playfully rolling his eyes. “Feels like it.” You scrunched your face and the brothers laughed. “I’m going to shower.” You announced and Dean decided to make soup for the three of you, most especially his sick brother. “You’re ogling her.” Sam teased, smirking at his brother. Dean scoffed. “Am not.” “If you say so.” Sam teased and Dean ran for the kitchen.

After letting hot water run down the expanse of your back for another minute, you stepped out of the shower, wiping down your whole body, putting on some loose jumper and some shorts. You went back to the library just as Dean was bringing a bowl of hot soup to Sam, who thanked him. “Eat up, sweetheart, this should help you too.” He grinned you murmured a thank you, before sitting down. “I think you two should rest and the three of us can do a case once you’re all better.” You said.

Sam smiled. “Don’t you like hunting with me? Like we used to back when Sam was in Stanford?” Dean pouted and you thought that was the cutest thing ever. You giggled and Sam’s smile grew wide. “I do, Dean, but I’m having issues with my back, and I know you’re pretty beaten up too, a couple of days isn’t gunna hurt.” You smiled and his pout went away. “How ‘bout I make pie tomorrow for us to enjoy?” You asked and he grinned. “Bribery accepted.” He hummed and you and the younger Winchester chuckled.

After the light dinner, you helped Sam out in the translation he was well occupying himself whilst being sick as Dean offered to clean up. The hours ticked by fast, Sam heavily asleep with the medication he’d taken. You were doing a bit of stretching when Dean passed by your bedroom. He arched an eyebrow, his eyes slowly looking at the expanse of your legs and the exposed skin by your hips with the jumper hanging low. “You okay there, sweetheart?” Dean asked and you looked up at him. You groaned and stood up. “Just, it’s either my spine’s all fucked up for I have a ton of knots in my back, like those wired earphones.” You scoffed and Dean laugh.

“Would you like me to give you a massage?” His tone had no malice but your brain went to multiple directions. “Yes,” You voiced out before you actually thought of it. You bit your lip and he just gave you a soft smile, entering your room then closing the door behind him. You took off your jumper to reveal a slim bralette you like to wear to sleep.

Dean tried his best not to groan at the sight, it wasn’t the first time he saw you in your underwear, heck, he’d accidentally seen you naked before, as you did to him. “I think I’ve got oil somewhere here,” Your voice cut out his incoherent thoughts and just nodded. You fished it out of your drawer and handed it to him before laying on your stomach on the bed. “’S it okay for me to sit on you?” He asked and you hummed in approval. He did as he suggested, sitting and trying not to put too much weight on your plump ass.

Dean poured a little bit of oil on your back, glistening in the light and he began to press his thumb on your muscles. You tried to bite back a moan but was unsuccessful. He could feel himself twitch at the sound but powered through, going lower on your back until he was massaging the small area between your ass and lower back, squeezing your hips. His hands felt soft despite having rough and calloused edges. The sheets in front of you were bunched up in your fists and you knew you were getting wetter as the seconds passed.

Dean’s hands were going up and down each arm and then back on your shoulders, your neck, then they slowly descended down to your waist. “Fuck, Dean.” You breathed and Dean jolted. He sucked in some air as if gathering some courage and descended to your ass, cupping and squeezing them. He moved towards your legs and started to massage your thighs and legs. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, (y/n).” When he was coming back up to squeeze your backside.

“Fuck, yes, continue.” You shivered at his tone and mumbled against the pillow and he chuckled darkly at how you’re reacting to his touches. His hands continued to massage your body but he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the valley of your shoulder and neck and you moaned, body tingling. You pushed back on your ass, Dean groaning as you brushed against his hardening length. “Fuck, baby.” He shut his eyes, his breath hot on your neck. It spurred you on, grinding up to him and his free hand lands on your hips, tight and warningly.

“Fuck me, Dean.” You whispered, leaning up towards the side where his face was. You moved your head more towards him and he kissed you feverishly. He sat back up, prying your legs open with his hands, this time, slowly running his fingers over your cloth-covered core, your hips bucking in response. Dean hooked his fingers on the waistband of your shorts and underwear, slowly stripping the pieces of clothing off of you, your ass slightly bouncing when it went over them and Dean but his lip, one of his hands grabbing a handful and squeezing. You lifted your hips up and brought your hands up to shimmy off your shorts since Dean got mildly distracted.

He squeezed your inner thigh and you instinctively tried to close them if not for his strong knees stopping them from moving. His fingers ran through your folds teasing your entrance and you couldn’t help but mewl. Dean clenched his jaw and pulled off his shirt. He then worked on your pants and you had to look back, meeting his eyes as you roamed his body. He gave you a boyish smirk and you swore you could come just by that. “You really want this, (y/n)...?” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your back, making you shiver, feeling his cock press against your ass.

“Heck yeah, would’ve asked you to massage me a long ass time ago if I knew this would happen.” Your voice was breathy as he started to grind his hips against yours. “Shit, babygirl, wish I’d known, would’ve done it sooner.” He whispered, nibbling on your earlobe, making you wetter by the second. He slowly pushed in, groaning at your tightness. “Fuck.” You pushed back, whimpering when his free hand grabbed your hips and thrusting in fully. “Dean!” You moaned.

He let you adjust before pulling back and slamming back in. “You’re so tight, baby.” He whispered, kissing your cheek. “Fuck me, Dean, please.” “Will do, babygirl.” He grunted and proceeded to pound you. Your moans and his grunts were echoing along the walls and you only hoped Sam was snoring away loud enough not to hear you. You were fisting the sheets in your hands as your hips bucked back to him. His thrusts were fast and erratic and soon enough, it was uneven yet hard enough to make you scream. “Fuck, (y/n), coming—“ He grunted. “Fuck!” You screamed. He felt you clench around his throbbing cock.

“Come for me, babygirl.” He whispered against your ear and you did, moaning out his name along with a string of profanities. He groaned, feeling overwhelmed with your tightness and just as you backed your hip up to him, he came, spilling deeply inside of you. He rode out both your orgasms and slowly lifted himself off of you. You twisted around to lay on your back and he leaned down, kissing you fully. “Are you satisfied with your massage?” He asked with a cocky smirk. You laughed, slapping his chest. “You gotta answer it, (y/n)!” He laughed. “Yes, Dean, it was a very very satisfying happy ending.” You answered with a wink, prompting him to laugh even more.

He leaned down and pecked your lips. “Well that leaves the question, will we finally be together?” He asked. You heart swelled as you leaned up, kissing him tenderly. “Absolutely.” You whispered.

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buckybarnesstar · 5 years

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bucky being gentle w/ the reader after they get sick ( i’m sorry i’m just feeling soft agdhskka )

he’d be so :( sad :(

you’d wake up around 5am coughing up a storm. it’d cause Bucky to wake up and he’d turn the lamp on. you’d be coughing so hard and sniffling, rubbing your nose.

immediately Bucky would rub your back, pulling your hair away from your sweaty face. you’d stop coughing and then look over at Bucky. he’d feel your forehead and crease his eyebrows.

“baby, you’re burning up!” he’d be so worried cause last night you were completely fine. you’d wave him off and tell him you’re fine. you’d both lie back down and you’d fall asleep pretty quickly.

Bucky was holding you close to his chest, running his fingers through your hair as he worried you were getting sick.

late morning would come and you’d groan, waking up with a sore throat and your sinuses blocked. “how do you feel?” Bucky asked, walking into the room with his go-to sick essentials. vitamin c tablets, a water bottle, some soup, and a thermometer.

you’d give him a sad smile. “mmm, like poop. what’s all this?” your voice was hoarse and scratchy. Bucky frowned at the sound and set the tray down beside you. “you’ve gotta get better so I’m gonna help. open” he grabbed the thermometer and carefully put it under your tongue.

you’d mumble incoherent words, only to be shushed by Bucky. “you’ll mess it up, Doll.” you sighed and waited until it beeped.

he grabbed the thermometer and gasped. “you have a fever! it’s one-hundred two degrees!” he stood up and ran his hand through his hair. you winced at his tone, your headache now apparent.

“I’ll be better in like a week, Bucky.” you tried to ease his anxiousness. you felt terrible and you just wanted to sleep. you grabbed your water bottle and opened it, downing half of it before putting the cap back on. all the while Bucky is on the phone with Steve.

“she’s running a fever - yeah, I’m worried, too - I won’t leave her side - yeah about a week or so - okay thank you” Bucky hung up his phone and sighed. “Steve was worried, he said call if we need him. you’re gonna be on bed rest until you’re better.”

the entire week, Bucky would be by your side, even though you warned him that he could get sick.

but all he would say was “I can’t get sick. super soldier serum, remember?” to which you’d roll your eyes and still refuse to kiss him or get too close to his face.

Bucky would run you cool baths and join you, washing your hair and bathing your body. he’d carry you to the bathroom from the moment you told him your body was sore.

when you were too hot to cuddle, he’d let you hold onto his metal arm to stay cool. when you were cold, he’d keep his metal arm above the covers, but still kept it over your body protectively.

you were sleeping peacefully until you were woken up with a burning sensation in your esophagus. you held your hand over your mouth and bolted to the bathroom.

Bucky followed after you and held your hair back as you emptied your stomach.

he set you on the large sink and helped you brush your teeth, your body too tired to do it yourself. “spit” he spoke softly, running the water. you did as he said and he sighed. he put your toothbrush up and looked down at you, feeling bad that you were getting worse.

his hand rest on your forehead. it wasn’t as hot as before but you still had that damn fever. “I’m sorry, Doll” he said, leaning down to kiss your cheek. you sleepily reached your arms out for him and he picked you up, letting your arms and legs wrap around his body.

you groaned and sniffled, your body limp in his hold. Bucky lay you back down in bed and pressed kisses onto your skin, anywhere he could reach.

“get better, baby” he whispered as you fell back asleep.

IM SO SOFT

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arachnaboy · 6 years

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Hi! Can I request a fic where Peter is staying over at Tony's for the weekend but he got a fever. At first he's gonna try and I hide it and be all "I'm okay", but Tony wasn't having it and takes care of him? Love your writings btw❤️❤️

“Please take care of my baby”

“Stop worrying May. We’re just going to play video games and eat junk food until we need to be rolled out like by bouncy balls by Happy”, Tony reassures, urging for her to leave already. Tony booked May a 5-star hotel weekend outside of town for her birthday. The woman earned it. She worked hard day and night so he gave her a little something to unwind and pamper herself.

“Behave, Peter”, May turns to Peter, with a warning tone. Peter nods his head obediently, trying to contain his excitement.

“See you both after the weekend,” She says, exiting the car and slamming the door shut. She blows them a kiss through the windows, Tony and Peter waving back at them. May is escorted to the airport by one of Tony’s assistants, carrying her suitcase for her. Tony wasn’t playing around when he told her ‘You’re going to get the full 5-star treatment. You won’t even need to raise a finger’.

They watch her disappear into the airport before accelerating into the main road. Peter jumps into the front seat where May was seated and buckles his seat belt excitedly. “Mr. Stark what are we going to do first?” Peter asks excitedly, vibrating in his seat eagerly.

“Whatever you want, kid. Your weekend is my weekend”, Tony shrugs, smiling over at Peter.

“Okay, I was thinking-”, Peter says but stops abruptly, taking in a deep breath and sneezing like a little kitten.

“Bless you,” Tony says, chuckling at the kid’s adorable sneeze.

“Thanks. I was thinking we could catch up on all The Walking Dead episodes we missed”, Peter suggests, sniffling his nose slightly.

“Oh wow I’m surprised you haven’t betrayed me and watched them without me”, Tony snorts.

“Okay, I may or may have not watched, like, two episodes” Peter sheepishly admits.

“I’m hurt, Peter”, Tony says, placing a hand on his heart. “But sure. The Walking Dead it is”.

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Candy wrappers and bags of chips litter Tony’s living room floor and couch, along with some empty soda cans placed on the coffee table between them and the T.V that’s playing the fourth episode of their Walking Dead marathon. Tony was so focused on the show that he hasn’t noticed Peter laying down and huddling the blanket next to him.

He notices that Peter hasn’t made any comments or remarks throughout the episode and looks over at him; his eyes closed and lips slightly parted, his head rested on the arm of the couch.

“Peter wake up, you’re missing out on this”, Tony says, nudging him lightly. Peter stays asleep, not responding to Tony. He gets up and walks over to where Peter is laying down, retracting the blanket from his grip to swoop him up bridal style. Peter sleepily mumbles something incoherent against Tony’s chest.

“yeah me too”, Tony replies rhetorically, chuckling to himself. He sets Peter down on the bed in Peter’s designated guest room, which the closest to Tony’s own room in the compound. He draws a hand to sweep away Peter’s hair from his forehead but grows concerned at the heat he feels against his palm.

He places his hand on Peter’s cheek then on his neck, checking the temperature of his skin. Surely enough, his skin felt abnormally warm against Tony’s hand.

“Peter buddy get up”, Tony says in a soft voice, brushing Peter’s cheek in an attempt to bring him back to consciousness. Peter frowns and mumbles words of nonsense, swatting Tony’s hand away.

“Peter, come on, man”, Tony urges, poking Peter’s face now. Peter opens his eyes with an annoyed look on his face, his eyes red.

“mm Stark what”, Peter muddled, blinking away drowsily.

“You’ve got a fever”, Tony states.

“I feel fine just let me sleep”, Peter weakly retorts back, turning on his side and giving Tony his back.

“Nope. I’m getting you medicine. Don’t sleep”, Tony orders sternly, leaving the room and heading to the kitchen to retrieve some medicine. He grabs the bottle of Tylenol from his cabinets and walks back to the room, to find Peter sleeping again.

It took Tony some effort to wake Peter up again and get him to down the pills. He hoped by next morning the fever would be gone and Peter wouldn’t have the flu.

By next morning, only half of Tony’s hopes came granted. Peter’s fever had dropped but his body temperature was still warmer than usual.

“Mr. Stark I’m fine really”, Peter waves Tony’s bowl of soup away. “Come on we had plans this weekend!” He whines in a nasal voice.

“If I take you out in public like this you will contaminate everyone in Queens with the plague”, Tony retorts, placing the bowl of soup on the bedside table. Peter was sitting up in bed with his arms crossed on his chest, surrounded by clumps of tissues containing his own snot and infectious fluids.

“Kid, I promised May to take care of you. Letting you go out in this state is not taking care of you”.

“But I don’t need taking care of! I’m fine!”, Peter argues back, throwing his hands up in the air. He opens his mouth to add something but was interrupted by an abrupt sneeze. Tony passes him a tissue paper, Peter accepting it and blowing his nose loudly.

His nose was significantly redder than the rest of his face from all the violent wiping and blowing he’s been doing all morning.

“Listen, Rudolph. We can go out some other time alright? Right now you need rest”, Tony says with a persuading voice. “also, I shouldn’t even be this close to you right now but it’s a risk I’m willing to take” he adds with an attitude.

Peter looks down sheepishly, sniffling his nose with a twitch. “Sorry. You can leave now. You don’t need to be sick too”.

“What and leave you alone to die? No”, Tony retorts. He grabs the bowl of hot soup he had prepared for Peter, placing it on the bed tray in front of him. “Now eat. I recreated my mom’s old chicken soup recipe she used to prepare for me when I used to get sick. Well, I tried to at least”. he mumbles the last bit more to himself than to Peter.

Peter eyes the soup before taking a sip, his eyes fluttering shut at the warmth of the soup sliding down his throat. “mmm this is good”, Peter compliments, taking another sip.

“Of course it is. I made it”, Tony responds humorously, earning a huff from Peter. Tony spends the rest of the day coddling Peter and nursing him extensively, making him consume all sorts of weird homemade remedies that he’d either learned from his Mom or Rhodey.

“I’m not drinking that no”

“Come on. Just one sip”, Tony urges.

“No”, Peter turns his head like a child, crossing his arms.

“I’ll let you eat ice cream?”

“No.”

Tony rolls his eyes at Peter’s stubbornness, giving up and taking away the hot liquid concoction he made back to the kitchen. The rest of the day was spent Tony laying next to Peter on the bed, watching endless amounts of movies and shows, playing video games, debating over science theories and myths. It was pretty eventful for someone who stayed in bed all day.

The time was nearing 9 pm and Peter was starting to get drowsy. They settled on watching a Disney movie (Beauty and The Beast. Tony’s favorite) and watched silently, except for the parts where they sang along to the songs, of course.

Peter was starting to drift off to sleep and rested his head on Tony’s shoulder, still softly singing along to the songs.

“Tony?”, Peter asked in a small voice

“yeah?”

“Thank you”.

Tony frowns in confusion and looks down at Peter, whose eyes were now shut and lips lazily parted, quiet snores escaping them. Tony would ask him ‘For what?’, but the kid had already dozed off into unconsciousness, not wanting to disturb him.

“You’re welcome, kid”, Tony says quietly, smiling down at a sleeping Peter.

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WUZ GOOD ANON I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED maybe not im really bad at sticking to topics so sorry if this didn’t turn out the way you wanted to

#tony AND peter #y'all nasties this isn't a reLATIONSHIP THIS IS A FATHER SON BOND #cant believe i need to make myself clear in the tags???#im growing tired of y'alls shit oxombillah #anywayssss #irondad x spiderson #father!tony #son!peter #Marvel

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medicatemedrmccoy · 7 years

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Don’t argue

For @starshiphufflebadger‘s birthday challenge!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANI!

As per the norm I have waited until the last possible day to squeeze this in. I apologize that it isn’t as long as my usual fics. I hope you like it anyway and I hope you are having a wonderful, and fantastic vacation!!

Prompt: “You should be in bed!“

1,557 word(s) of fluff

Leonard x Reader

No Warnings

You were sitting in the floor, PADD in your lap, with various papers and folders scattered around you in messy piles that only you understood. You moved your hair out of your face and pulled the blanket that you had draped around you tighter as you shivered slightly.

You turned your head to the side and let out a deep, wet cough, wheezing slightly to catch your breath. Your cough was loud enough that it masked the quiet whoosh of the front doors opening. When you heard the quiet shuffling of boots, you knew it was too late.

“What in the world do you think you’re doing Y/N?” Leonard asked as he came around the side of the couch and stared down at you with his arms crossed firmly across his chest, nostrils beginning to flare slightly.

“I need to get caught up on all this paperwork, Len. The longer I’m out, the more its going to pile up.” You retorted, gesturing to your piles of paperwork, not daring to look up at Leonard’s face. You knew the disapproving glare all too well that you were probably getting.

“Don’t argue with me. You should be in bed! The longer you refuse to take care of yourself, the longer it’s going to take for you to recover. You’re leaving me no choice here.” Leonard let out a small grumble as he pulled out his own PADD, typing in a few things and pushing a couple buttons.

“Hey! Len, that isn’t fair! Come on!” You protested with a small whine and a wheeze, pushing buttons trying to get your PADD to respond as it had dutifully locked you out per Leonard’s medical leave orders.

“Sorry darlin’. I did warn you that last time was the final time.” Leonard looked down at you with a stern glare. You knew that it was useless to argue any further, so you laid your pad on the floor and started to rub your face. Now that you didn’t have work to take your mind off of things, you were starting to realize just how crappy you really felt. You let out a quiet groan as your head pounded in protest to the hours of reading you had been doing.

“Need a hand there sugar?” Leonard replied more softly this time, taking pity as he took in your defeated, tired frame. You nodded your head slightly, letting out a small whimper, with your face still in your hands. Leonard’s lips turned into a small smile as he bent down to help you up.

“Alright, come on sweetheart, up you get.” Leonard mumbled quietly in your ear as he put his arms under you and helped you up. You swayed slightly on your feet as you stood in place. Leonard brought you into his chest slowly, hugging you gently. You laid your head on his shoulder for a few moments as he rubbed your back gently, kissing your forehead softly.

“When’s the last time you ate, Y/N?” Leonard asked as he pulled you away slowly, and started to gently check you over before placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you. You finally glanced up and looked into Leonard’s eyes, seeing that his anger had melted away and was replaced with soft hazel eyes, full of concern for you.

“What time is it?” You replied quietly as you brought up your arms and hugged your chest tightly. Leonard’s eyes immediately narrowed as he gave you a disapproving look.You quickly dropped your eyes from his face as you stared at the floor, bracing yourself.

“Well that tells me everything I need to know.” Leonard replied quietly, but gruffly, while rolling his eyes slightly. “You know you can’t do this Y/N. You’ve got to take care of yourself or you’ll never get better. Now come on, let’s get you in bed and I’ll fix you something to eat.” Leonard said sternly, as he slowly slipped his arms under your legs and picked you up, not leaving any room for you to argue, even though you were too tired at this point.

You curled up into Leonard’s chest as much as you could, enjoying the warmth that radiated from him. You rubbed your head against his chest as you heard Leonard let out a tiny sigh.

“Why do you do this to yourself Y/N?” Leonard asked as he gazed down at you and kissed your cheek softly. You let out as much of a shrug as you could manage.

“You’ll be the death of us both.” Leonard chuckled airily as he nuzzled your cheek.

“No, I believe that role is reserved for Jim.” You joked weakly, lips tugging into a small smile.

“Well, I can’t argue with that.” Leonard laughed out loud this time, making his chest rumble against your cheek.

Leonard laid you down gently in the bed and he brought some pillows behind your back and head, propping you up slightly so you could eat. Leonard brought the sheets up as he noticed you shiver slightly, not having his body heat to keep you warm, after having another coughing fit.

“Stay here and I’ll be right back with something to eat.” Leonard ordered gently as he kissed your forehead again softly. You flopped your head back on the pillows, getting comfortable. Your took in a deep breath, eyes starting to droop as you sank further into the mattress. You must have dozed off because you were awoken gently as Leonard shook your shoulder.

“Hey, wake up sweetheart. You need to eat something for me.” Leonard spoke gently as he sat down the bowl of soup and a glass of tea, along with a hypo of antibiotics on the bedside table. You just groaned and tried to flip over, but Leonard was sitting on the sheets just right.

“Not hungry; tired.” You mumbled out, pulling up the covers over your head, trying your best to ignore Leonard, who wasn’t having it.

“You should have been sleeping this whole time, Y/N. Now you’re going to sit up and eat something for me so I can give you your next round of antibiotics.” Leonard replied sternly with a glare and you knew it was useless at this point. It didn’t stop you from whining quietly in protest, letting out a wheezy cough, sitting yourself up slowly anyway.

Leonard handed you the soup carefully as he scooted on the edge of the bed and kicked off his shoes and then stood up and took off his pants and medical tunic then slowly sliding in the bed beside you. Leonard leaned you back gently against his chest and reached over to grab the cup of tea.

You snuggled into Leonard’s chest, grateful for his warmth once again as you ate your soup slowly,, which seemed to help soothe your sore throat and cough. Leonard sat behind you quietly, rubbing your back gently as you coughed, humming softly in your ear as he kissed you neck softly.

You finally finished your soup and tea with quiet, murmured encouragement from Leonard. You sat the bowl on the bed and Leonard grabbed it and set it on the bedside table silently.

Leonard grabbed the hypo and got it ready. You tilted your head slightly, already knowing the routine. Leonard pressed the hypo to your neck gently and administered it and rubbed the spot softly, making you cough.

“When is this stuff going to start helping?” You asked quietly as your eyelids got heavy once more.

“When you start listening to me and start taking care of yourself. No more work, only sleeping and eating for you for the next couple days, and that’s an order.” Leonard said as he rewrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, kissing the side of your head gently.

“Okay, okay, alright. You win.” You wheezed out, clearing your throat loudly. “No more work.” You mumbled as you buried your head in Leonard’s chest, rubbing it gently.

“I mean it Y/N. I’ll come and randomly check on you if I have to, or drag you to medical till you’re better.” Leonard said sternly as he kissed your cheek. Leonard moved his fingers to the pulse point in your neck, taking note of your vitals as the medicine coursed through your veins. This was your second round of antibiotics and you had shown no signs of reaction, but that didn’t stop Leonard from worrying.

“No, no, please no.” You replied quickly as you clung to Leonard tighter at the thought of having to stay in medical. You knew Leonard would do as he said as you buried your head deeper in his chest.

“I thought not.” Leonard chuckled softly as he ran his hands up and down your back, humming softly. You nuzzled your head into Leonard’s neck as you soon found it impossible to keep your eyes open.

“Thanks Len, I love you.” You slurred out quietly as you felt yourself dozing off, relaxing your grip around Leonard’s waist.

“You’re welcome sweetheart, I love you too. Now get some rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Leonard replied quietly as he shifted in the bed slightly, getting the both of you comfortable.

You hummed into Leonard’s chest and mumbled incoherently as you finally fell asleep with Leonard’s arms wrapped tightly around you.

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fluffyllamas-23 · 7 years

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This is based off a prompt from the lovely @iluvthesnz who is amazing and fabulous in every way omg

Also, thanks to @toosicktoocare For proofreading it. (Ki is also amazing and fabulous in every way)

Harper had just broken up with her ass of a boyfriend for the upteenth time because once again, he made her feel like shit. He made her feel like nobody would ever want her, like she was just some ugly loser destined to be alone forever.

She took a swig from the handle of Vodka between her legs.

She was sitting cross legged on the floor next to her bed, a quarter of the bottle was gone, and she was feeling it.

Maybe she should just call him up and beg him to take her back. Maybe if she apologized and told him she’d been stupid, then - no.

This happened all the time, and she was sick of it. She was sick of how he made her feel - boyfriends were supposed to build their girlfriends up. Couples in a dating relationship should be best friends; they should cheer each other on and make the other person feel great about themselves.

Colin, by those standards, was a terrible boyfriend because he did none of it. All he did was nag and pick and make her feel so stupid and unworthy of him.

She was sick of it, and she refused to be part of it any longer.

Her finger hovered over the “dial” button on her phone as she went back and forth between calling Spencer, her…fuck buddy, if you will.

They had an on-again/off-again friends with benefits relationship, starting after one of them suffered a break up and stopping when one of them entered a relationship.

She took another swig and pressed down before practically smacking herself in the face with her phone.

“Harper?” Spencer mumbled tiredly, rolling over in bed.

“I-hic-would like you to come over.” She slurred. “M’bootycallin’ you.”

His eyebrows quirked up. “Are you drunk?”

“You bet your pretty ass I am.” She mumbled, her words sticking together.

“So things are done with Colin?”

“Abso-fuckin-lutely.”

Spencer debated going over there. He hadn’t been feeling great for the majority of the last few days, but it was nothing unmanageable. At most it was just a case of the sniffles. Still though, he was exhausted, and the last thing he wanted to do was get out of bed.

“I’m not having sex with you while you’re drunk.”

“Spencer,” she whined. “I’m a big girl. I can make my own decisions.”

He sighed. He wasn’t an asshole. He wasn’t going to take advantage of her while she was shitfaced. Instead, he was going to go over there, put her to bed, take whatever it was she was drinking, and then leave. He would be in and out, and then he could go to sleep.

It would be fine, right?

Wrong.

When he got over there, she was sitting on the floor, babbling incoherently and clutching a bottle of vodka as tears rolled down her cheeks.

He pried it from her hands and then knelt in front of her.

“Harper, what happened?” He frowned. She and Colin broke up a lot, but she was never this much of a mess over it.

“I dunked ‘im.”

“Dunked who?”

She blinked heavily. “Huh?”

“Who did you dunk?”

She gasped. “I did not dunk anyone. People aren’t food, doofus.”

“Harper, what are you talking about?” He asked, tone sharp.

She sobbed. “Why are you yelling at me?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, a headache blooming across his forehead and in his temples.

“I’m not!-” he took a breath. “I’m not yelling at you. I’m sorry. Can you explain what you mean though?”

“What I mean, what?”

“You said you dunked him.”

She grabbed his cheeks and pulled his face closer to her. “I meant DUMPED.”

He chuckled lightly. “Oh.”

“Gimme,” she reached for the vodka, and Spencer shook his head.

“You’re done. I’m cutting you off.”

“So you wanna…” she trailed off, wriggling her eyebrows.

“No. You need to go to bed.”

“Why doesn’t he love me?” She whimpered.

Spencer sighed, shooting her a sad smile. “You wanna talk about it?”

She was an absolute wreck, and it was a long night. She was distressed and incoherent and just downright furious with Collin.

But, by the time she sobered up four hours later, Spencer was the wreck.

He had started off sitting on the bed, and by the time she was sober, he was shivering on the floor, half slumped on his side. The congestion had gotten much worse, and he was now sniffling and sneezing almost constantly.

“Spence?” She frowned, getting off her bed and teetering slightly. “Oh wow…you really don’t…look alright, are you okay?”

When he said nothing, too distracted by the throbbing in his temples, she sat cross-legged in front of him and put a hand on his forehead. Even before her hand touched his face, she could feel the heat radiating off of him.

“I don’t feel great.” He mumbled. “I think I want to go bahhh…hhh…Hh'itschGNX! *snff* back to my place.”

She shook her head. “You’re not driving home like this, and I’m still too tipsy to take you home. You can sleep in my bed with me.”

“Okay.” He mumbled, pushing himself off the floor. He climbed onto her bed, and she pulled the blanket over him.

“Are you okay? How long have you been sick?”

“Uh…I haven’t felt well for a few days, I guess.” He mumbled weakly.

“Days? Spencer, why didn’t you say anything?!” She cried, guilt eating at the pit of her stomach.

“You were upset…I thought it’d b…heh…ehh…hn’GTCH! hh’ngTSCH! hih’GTSHH! *snff* be quick.”

“I’m so sorry, Spencer.”

He shot her a weak smile, “*snff* It’s finde.”

This was the last thing he needed. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed either.

They were friends before they were fuck buddies, and what kind of friend doesn’t notice when their friend was sick?

A shitty one, that’s for sure.

She began piling blankets on him.

“You dond’t have to give mbe all the blangkets.” He croaked weakly.

“Shush. You’re shivering; it’s fine.” She soothed, stroking his cheek. “I’m going to check your temperature and then get you some medicine, and then I think it’s bedtime.”

He yawned, eyelids drooping. “Okay.”

She began carding her hand through his hair. “Do you want some soup before you sleep? Or tea?”

“Both?”

“Throat bothering you?”

“Sorta.”

Once she had done a fever check (101.4, not terribly high, but she was concerned at how much he was still shivering) and gotten him some medicine, she started on the tea and soup.

He was half asleep by the time she finished, but she was able to coax him to finish a little.

“I’m done.” He mumbled, handing it back to her.

She put it away, and then climbed into bed next to him. He was already asleep, and she had no trouble drifting off.

When Harper woke up, she was surprised to see that he was still fast asleep. Usually when he stayed over, he was out the door early in the morning.

But he was still sleeping, all cuddled up underneath the blankets. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his face.

He looked beautiful despite how pale he was, despite how red and irritated his nose was, and despite how flushed his cheeks were.

He was snoring lightly, his mouth hanging open, signaling to her that he was very congested.

It was then that she realized that she didn’t call him just for sex - she called him because she was sad and he always made her feel safe. It was him, she realized, that she was in love with, not Collin.

Collin was mean, Collin made her upset more often than he made her happy. Collin made her feel less than.

Spencer, on the other hand was one of her closest friends. Honestly, it was a miracle that being fuck buddies didn’t make things awkward between them. Instead, things have always felt easy between the two of them.

He was the polar opposite of Collin. He was kind, he made her happy, he made her laugh, and he made her feel beautiful.

Harper laughed lightly, kissed his still too-warm forehead and then laid back down next to him.

Things, she thought, didn’t always turn out the way she planned, but that was how life seemed to go.

She didn’t mind, though, and if you asked her, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

#OCs #can someone say cheesy ending #Spencer and Harper

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