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seongclb · 11 months

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— enhypen reaction to you being upset when they cheat on you in a dream !

bf!enha x gn!reader, fluff & humour, established relationship au, mentions of cheating & nightmares.

req. by anon! pls let me know if u like it :3

n. @woon2u u might be a bit delulu but i’m def delulu 4U

♫ phases by chase atlantic.

𖠗 이희승 | lee heeseung.

would probably be dead asleep when you whack him awake

“y/n, what is going on??” he slurs in his sleep

“YOU TELL ME???”

his eyes shoot wide open and he jumps to sit up, but still remaining groggy while he tries to think of what he’s done

“is this bc i ate ur cookie bc i said i would get you one tomorrow” he whines

you hit him with a pillow and he whelps

“i’ll get you two???” he says, and dodges your next hit

“you cheated on me.” you say and he looks at you with disgust

“oh shush,” he says, pulling you back to bed

he obviously wins against your attempts to push him away and traps you in his warm, snug embrace

he speaks softly with his hands tracing shapes on your arms, “why would i need to cheat when i have everything i’ve ever wanted right here with me?”

judging by the amount of kisses you place on his face, he can tell he’s done a good job at shooing away your concerns for the night.

𖠗 박종성 | park jongseong.

now, you’re the only one he’ll allow to disrupt his sleep

but.. this reason

he would just let out the biggest sigh before consoling you bc even though he’s tired as heck, you’re his love and he can’t afford for you to be bothered by something

“what’s up, love?” he’d ask while stroking your back

“i had a nightmare.”

he would immediately comfort you and question what it’s about, if you’re comfortable with saying

“you cheated on me”

oh gosh he has to fight the urge to roll his eyes

“i would never do such a thing, i love you far too much”

indeed he does since he’s willing to comfort you over his sleep and just in case the thought actually does bother you, he’ll be extra affectionate and loving to you as a reminder that he’s all yours

𖠗 심재윤 | sim jaeyun.

you’d have to literally first pry his clinging body off of yours and then shake him awake

“whattt”

he has the audacity to be grumpy, you think

“sim jaeyun.”

“uh oh” he sits up and rubs his eyes. “whatever it is, i’m sorry and i love you.”

“you think that’s enough for me to forgive you for CHEATING???”

he’s like wth and laughs

“babe, what are you even sayinggg? stop being so silly i’d never do that to you,” just kisses your forehead repeatedly

just forces you back to sleep against his chest and tomorrow if you’re still sad, he’ll make it up to you

but rn, man is too sleepy so he’ll show his reassurance in sleepy kisses and whispers of affection

𖠗 박성훈 | park sunghoon.

probably feels you jolt awake which is what wakes him up

“babe, are you okay?” while getting the glass of water for you just in case

“when were you going to tell me?” you whisper

“tell you what…” man is so confused like you just woke up from bed didn’t you???

“that you’ve been cheating on me.”

he’ll roll his eyes now

“and what evidence of this do you have, my love?” sunghoon would literally look at you with no expression

“i saw it.”

“where?”

you pause, “inmydreams”

“i didn’t quite catch that, y/n”

“in my dreams” you say.

he just sighs and pulls you in his embrace

“aigooo you’re so dramatic sometimes what will i do with you” but when he sees the pout fall even lower in your lips

he just kisses it away

“don’t let these silly dreams put things into your brain, i would never do that to you, i love you the most in the world.” he’ll make fun of you another day

𖠗 김선우 | kim sunoo.

another one who would have to be shook awake

would be so sassy straight away too

“what is so important that you had to wake me up at 2:48 am for ???”

“you cheated on me in my dream,” you pout.

now he pouts

immediately becomes more concerned

i just feel like sunoo would be more understanding that this is more than a silly dream

“awww, my love,” would first try calming you down if you’re too upset but would then just pat your head

“as if theres anyone better than you to cheat with anyway! nobody compares seriously,” he reassures

after you’re calm he probably focuses on making you laugh and comfortably going back to sleep

would hate for you to sleep with something so horrid on your mind

ur his other half why would he ever want to cheat???

𖠗 양정원 | yang jungwon.

your movements would wake him up

initial reaction is to check up on you

“y/n, are you okay?”

“jungwon would you ever cheat on me”

he’d first look at you like you have two heads

but becomes softer when he sees your eyes

“of course not!! you’re the only one i want; you’re just so perfect for me, babe”

he’d say a million things to show why he would never cheat

“the thought of being with someone else disgusts me, honestly.”

oh man and if you giggle

he’ll be like mission accomplished

that’s just his sign that you’re okay now

so all is good and you’re back off to sleep

does keep an eye on you for a few days just in case

𖠗 西村力 | nishimura riki

he’s a young, growing lad who needs his sleep

so when he wakes up to you frantically waking him up

hes a mix of grumpy and concerned

“what’s wrong?” while getting up to look at you

“i had a dream that you cheated on me.”

literally can’t take you seriously but is too tired to react

“a dream? y/n what the heck,” he says.

he’ll frown when he sees you’re serious

cups your cheeks in his hands

“you don’t have to worry about something like that, i love you and even if one day we don’t love each other anymore i would never cheat”

smiles at you with so much love

“now can we go back to sleep, i’m so tired”

he’ll treat you to ice cream tomorrow though :)

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judeswhore · 6 months

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Jude waking you up in the middle of the night, because he has a jet lag so he can’t sleep and he reminded himself of this very funny joke that Trent has told him. so he's shaking your shoulder delicately, but you're not waking so he decides to whisper something in your ear and leave sloppy kisses on your neck. and when he sees that you're awake, he's so proud of himself, but sees that you're annoyed and so he has a pout on his face and says "I've been gone for a week and you're not even missing me and my kisses". but then he finally tries to tell you the joke, but he's laughing so hard that it takes him some time. and you hope that it will actually be funny and worth waking up, but then it turns out to be some crappy joke that only him and Trent understand

he’d be so offended and claim u just didn’t love him properly bc ur all moody that he’s woken u up but it’s literally 3am and u don’t see why he needs to?? but he’s been whispering ur name for a few minutes and u haven’t even moved, back pressed firmly against his chest still while he’s slotted behind u bc he might say u haven’t missed him but the way you’ve clung to him all night wld say different. that isn’t working so he’s shifting a little so he can press his mouth to ur neck and shoulder, wet kisses finally pulling u from sleep and all u can do is grumble and squirm away from him, swatting his leg to get him to stop and now he’s fully pouting bc “i’ve been gone all week and u haven’t even missed my kisses?” and ur rolling ur eyes and pulling away from him again, mumbling something abt how it’s the middle of the night and you’ll let him kiss u as much as he wants tomorrow. but ofc that’s not good enough for jude so he’s cuddling up behind u again all “remembered a joke i had to tell u” and ur telling him surely it can wait but he’s saying it can’t bc he’ll forget again. so ur giving this little huff and turning around to face him and he just thinks u look so pretty he has to kiss u properly :(( but then he’s attempting to tell u the joke but he can’t stop laughing and u give this little giggle bc his laugh is so infectious even when ur half asleep. then he’s finishing the joke and ur laying there all??? bc that doesn’t even make sense to u and then he pulls the “u just had to be there” care and now ur even more???? bc why on earth did he wake u up for that?? telling him off a little for it and he’s pouting even more now bc he thought you’d laugh but also he’s starting to feel bad for waking u up. so he’s mumbling a little sorry and pulling u back into his arms and telling u to go back to sleep but now u feel bad bc u have missed him and u don’t want him to think u haven’t just bc his jokes are shit. so ur shifting to kiss him softly, holding him so close and muttering that he can tell u all his jokes tomorrow but rn u just want him to hold u while u sleep bc u missed falling asleep cuddling him

#hey jude :)

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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u and James r dating (the dream) but haven’t said the L word yet. ur in bed completely conked out just absolute deep sleep in the middle of the night and say it, james OBVIOUSLY says it back even tho he knows ur literally fuckin unconscious rn but in the morning is like :)) hi bug :)) u um :)) u got anything you wanna tell me :)))) or tries to do lil things/actions for you where you’d end up telling him or smthn

James isn't sure if it's the best thing that's ever happened to him, or the worst. Well, it definitely can't be the worst. There's nothing terrible about the three sweet words that tumble from your sleepy lips, face mashed into his chest as his thumb bends over the screen of his phone. What's terrible about it is the timing, that you say it while you're sleeping.

The grin that grows over his face is so bright that he's surprised it doesn't light up the room. Now, saying it for the first time (to your face, not in the mirror pretending his reflection is yours), his heart soars, he's over the moon, and.. and you're asleep.

You nestle further into his pec, completely unaware of how you'd just singlehandedly created the best moment in James Potter's life. Your breath fans out over his neck as if you hadn't just made his day- no, year. No, century. You've got him set for another hundred years.

He thinks that if he dies here and now, he'll be a happy man. But he chooses sleep instead, sure that his dreams will be filled to the brim with sugary sweetness.

He wakes up with a grin on his face. You're not sure how he does it, but when his eyes flutter open they're dancing with joy. They land on you immediately, and you try to pretend you weren't staring.

"Morning, love," He rambles, raspy in the haze of waking up, "How are you?"

"Good," You hum, curling tighter against his chest, "How'd you sleep?"

"Good," He mimics you, then, "I loved it."

"Fantastic," You let out a slight giggle into his chest, befuddled by his drowsy word choice, "I love that you loved it."

"Oh, really?" He drags his arm up your back, hoisting you out of his chest and maneuvering you so that you're nose-to-nose with him, "You love that I loved it? Do you happen to love anything else?"

"James," Your brow furrows, "Did you take expired allergy medicine last night?"

"Not by more than a year," He shakes his head, grin infectious even though yours is plagued with confusion, "I just think that we should love more. Like, we should talk about what we love."

"Right," You laugh cautiously, "I love when you make sense?"

"Of course. I happen to love when my girlfriend talks in her sleep."

Your expression darkens, "What did I tell you?"

"Not where you've hid the body," He assures you, a light eye-roll accompanying his teasing, "But you happened to reveal how much you love a certain man..."

"Oh no."

"Who has curly dark hair," James presses on despite your growing horror.

"James-!"

"And wears glasses," He continues.

"Don't!"

"And is in this bed with you right now!" You're certain if you hadn't been weighing him down on the mattress, he'd have leapt to his feet to point accusatorily at you. Instead, he leers over you, face entirely too bright for the humiliation you feel.

"I'm sorry," You whimper pitifully, face flying like a magnet into his chest to hide your grimace, "I didn't mean to say it this early."

"This early," James marvels, "Darling, early?"

"It's only been a few months!"

"I told you I loved you on our first date, Y/N."

"Yes, James," You huff, pulling back to look him in the eyes, "After I told you I liked Queen. That wasn't real."

"Wha- That was real to me!" James's eyes blow up to the size of saucers, "You mean you didn't know I loved you?"

"I knew," You conclude cheerfully, tracing the line of his jaw, "My good old-fashioned lover boy."

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jistagrams · 9 months

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dad!haechan loved his kids of course, but he couldn’t help but miss the old times when you and him had alone time. After you had given birth to twins you and haechan never had any time to be alone, you both were always busy with the children and haechan busy with his insane schedule. “baby do we need anything from the store?” he asked while u smiled hearing his voice. You were extremely tired after barley getting any sleep after giving birth to Danielle and Daniel, “diapers and wipes” your voice sounded tired, he hummed, “I’ll see you soon my love” he said and hung up.

“hi donghyuck” you smiled tiredly at your husband, he dropped the bag and went to hug you, you gladly hugged him back and went on ur tippy toes to kiss his neck, “I’m so tired” he mumbled. “Me too” u whispered back and broke the hug, grabbing his hand to lead him to the room, completely forgetting the bag he had brought in, “our babies are asleep, they just went to bed at 8” u whispered trying not to be loud so the don’t wake up, he smiles wildly and holds ur waist from behind. “Should we?” He sweetly said, u lightly laugh and shake ur head as in no, “ik we haven’t had any alone time but we can’t do it rn, they will hear us from the other room” u said while walking to the bed, he followed behind n groaned, “we can just be quiet!!” He whispered loudly, you laughed and sat on the bed, getting comfy before laying down, he goes to the other side and does the same. “Donghyuck your everything but quiet.” U said before snuggling up with him,he smiles and holds you while placing his chin on ur head, “I have to promote in la on Saturday..” he mumbled, u hummed and held him tighter. “Should we send Danielle and Daniel to my parents house or yours?” You tiredly said, he grins and places a kiss on ur head. “doesn’t matter, what are you planning on doing after we send them off?” He smirks, “I’d go and buy pretty lingerie to wear, then id send pictures of me in it to you and wait for u to get home still wearing it.” U sweetly spoke, he softly whined and moved away from u to lay on his back. “What else?” He whispered as he felt his member grow hard from the thought of you sending such pictures. “Then id jump on u as soon as u get home and let you do everything u want to me” u quietly said as u cling onto him once again, like a sloth holding onto a tree branch. “yn..you’re doing this on purpose aren’t you” he whined and broke away from your touch and ran to the bathroom, making sure not to make a lot of noise so the baby’s wouldn’t wake.

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leighsartworks216 · 5 months

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hello i love your work, i check the collection on ao3 every morning like a newspaper haha. it astounds me how much you're able to write in such a short time. i also have a request. what are ur thoughts on this as tav and astarion (tav being the sleeper, astarion being the insomniac)

https://twitter.com/sevspam/status/1706371876367503693?s=46

I don’t have the right brain rn to write a full story out of this (fighting off the Enola Holmes hyperfixation omfg) but here’s some random hcs/thoughts. This is set after the end of the game (no spoilers or anything) if y’all decided to live in the city or smth idk, just above ground

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 556

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You always try to sleep in

Always

And you always try to keep him with you when you do

He’ll meditate or sleep for his 4 hours (if he’s lucky enough to avoid nightmares) and just be laying there until morning, cuddling you

And then he’ll get restless as the sun rises, but the moment he tries to slip away, you’re wrapped around him like a vice

And no matter how long you keep him imprisoned there, you’re still utterly exhausted when you get up

When you were traveling across Faerûn, he thought it was just because of all the fighting and adventuring

But no

You’re just always tired

You probably take a nap on the couch in the afternoon, and he’s there with your head or feet in his lap as he works on something, or he’s straight up squeezing in to lay with you

If he doesn’t go to bed with you immediately, you have to go retrieve him

He’ll put off sleep at night for as long as possible, especially if his mind is being cruel to him

You’ll find him hunched over his embroidery or nose-deep in a book, and you’ll lean over the back of the couch and hug him from behind

If he doesn’t get to a stopping point fast enough, you’ll fall asleep just like that

Gods, how many times he’s had to carry you back to bed just because he’s too stubborn

You both have deep bags under your eyes

Both of you kissing under the others’ eyes as a cute little thing <333

If there’s a sun beam on the floor, and you happen to walk through it, oh boy he will find you on the floor taking a nap

He would move you somewhere more comfortable, but he doesn’t want to get burned, so he simply rolls his eyes and moves on

He does love it when you wake up from your sun beam nap and hug him, because he can feel the lingering warmth clinging to you

Sometimes he’ll have a nightmare late at night and cling tightly to you to ground himself

And he feels bad for it, but you’ll wake up, all bleary-eyed and slow-brained, and you’ll rub patterns into his lower back and pet his hair

You actively fight against going back to sleep just to stay up and comfort him

If he can’t calm down as easily, you’ll get up with him and make yourself coffee or a very strong tea to keep you sort of awake

Lots of late night convos during these moments

You sitting on the couch with your back against the armrest and Astarion spreading out along the length with his head in your lap

Or like laying on his stomach and pressing his face against your belly with his arms wrapped around your back

Oh yeah that’s the shit

You’ll always fall asleep before him, but he loves listening to your even breathing

He’d probably be annoyed if you snore at first

But then it grows on him and becomes too endearing

Honestly he probably gets so adjusted to it and so subconsciously tuned to it, that if you ever stop snoring just randomly in the middle of the night for whatever reason, he’s awake and just trying to figure out why tf he’s awake wtf

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g1rld1ary · 14 days

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hi baby !! 🧡

im sick rn and ive looked alllllll over and i couldnt find anything could you write a sickfic for luke from jatp where the female!reader gets sick ? reader is his girl 😽

im doing the same prompt on my blog because im so obsessed with the idea of sickfics and im such a luke girl

so you probably wont have much trouble figuring out who sent you this later if you look it up LMFAO 😍😍

pshsshssh thank you !! 🌼🌼

sick days ; luke patterson x fem!reader

➻ synopsis: you're not feeling well, but luke is here to look after you

➻ word count: 1905

➻ content: established relationship, implied aged up to early 20ish, pet names (love, baby, my girl), tooth rotting fluff

➻ obsessed with this request!!! i've never written a sickfic before so hope this is ok!! hope ur feeling better lovey xxxx

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Your body ached. That was the only thing you could feel. Actually, that was incorrect; you also had a headache and a snotty nose and you were pretty sure your temperature could boil water. In essence, you felt awful. You’d toughed it out for as long as you could, making yourself a steaming hot tea and cozying into the sofa for the night. It wasn’t making you feel any better. So, in a last ditch effort of saving your night, you dialled your boyfriend.

You smiled as his croaky, half-asleep voice came through your phone, murmuring your name.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You asked, brows furrowed as you checked the time, gasping when it read 1:45am. You thought it was still closer to eleven.

“Don’t worry about it, couldn’t sleep anyway,” Luke lied and you frowned, though he couldn’t see it through the screen.

“No, it’s dumb. I’m sorry I woke you up. Night, Luke.” You moved to hang up when Luke interrupted you.

“Baby, wait! Clearly something’s bothering you. What’s up?” You smiled despite your discomfort, your boyfriend always boosting your mood without even trying.

“Nothing,” You pouted in your puddle of blankets, “Just feel sick.” You could feel Luke’s pity without him saying anything and weren’t sure whether to be indignant or grateful.

“Can you stay awake for twenty more minutes, love?”

“I guess so, why?” You asked, turning the TV back on as something to keep you from sleeping.

“I love you,” Was all he said, hanging up on you abruptly. You smiled softly to yourself, willing your eyes to stay open as you tried to focus on the sitcom in front of you.

You were just dozing off when you heard your apartment door unlocking and the brief shuffling of feet in the entryway. Your grin brightened, the familiar butterflies returning to your chest, even after months of being with Luke. The man in questioned approached you quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you looked up at him.

“Luke, it’s 2 am, what are you doing here?” You asked despite the obvious answer, opening your shield of blankets for him to crawl onto the sofa with you. He made you wait, tipping out his reusable shopping bag onto the coffee table in front of you. There lay a pint of ice cream, tea bags, painkillers, and your favourite chocolate. Suddenly you weren’t sure if the heat on your face was fever or blush. Silently you held your arms out, and Luke dove into them with all the enthusiasm of a child, peppering your faces with all the kisses he could manage.

“Couldn’t let my girl be sick on her own,” He mumbled, nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck, eliciting a bout of giggles from you.

“My very own Prince Charming,” You grinned, pecking his temple. After a gratuitous moment of cuddling Luke peeled himself off you, taking on the role of concerned caretaker. He was quick to dart into the kitchen, turning the kettle on for your tea and grabbing a spoon for the ice cream he’d bought. Sitting himself in the vacant spot next to you he fixed his focus onto the TV.

“What are we watching?” He asked, pulling the lid off the ice cream tub for you.

“How I Met Your Mother, I’ve just reached season seven.” Luke gasped dramatically, holding his hands over his chest in faux outrage.

“You continued without me? How could you?” You laughed at his accusatory tone, shrugging your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Lukey. You have to forgive me though, I’m sick,” You punctuated the statement with a pathetic cough, smiling as Luke easily settled down.

You watched in silence for a bit, both giggling at the stupid jokes. After a while you felt Luke looking at you seriously, but chose not to think much of it, continuing to tune in to the show. When he pulled out a thermometer, you raised an eyebrow. Luke wasn’t usually one to be so prepared, but you let him rest it on your tongue nonetheless. When it read a concerningly high number Luke frowned, silently popping the painkillers out of their packaging, feeding you with the insistence of a fed up mother hen.

“Why aren’t you a nurse?” You joked, swallowing the medication with a mouthful of melted ice cream, “Rockstar be damned.”

“Only for you, love.”

“That’s not true, I’ve seen you fretting over Reggie,” You laughed, and Luke couldn’t help but join you.

“That’s fair. You’re my favourite, though.”

“How unexpected.” You craned your neck to press a kiss to his jaw, revelling in the dumb grin that crept onto his face.

You both settled into silence, you leant into Luke’s side, his hands rubbing soft circles into your thigh. You could feel yourself drifting in and out of sleep, never quite able to stay in it for one reason or another. The blanket was too hot, you were cold without it, your head hurt. Nothing was quite right and all you wanted to do was sleep for as long as humanly possible.

“Luke?” You whispered, in case he was already asleep.

“Yes, love?” He replied, shifting his position to look down at you. You faltered for a moment, overwhelmed with the pure adoration in his eyes.

“Will you play for me?” Luke was up in a second, arranging you on the sofa. You giggled as he manhandled you, lying you down and wrapping you tightly in your blanket so you couldn’t escape. You teased him about being his captive audience as he tuned his guitar quickly, never being so grateful for his perfect pitch.

Without anymore holdups Luke began to play, plucking softly at the strings to create a melody that filled the air of your little apartment. His playing was like a siren call, pressing weights on your eyelids until you could barely stand to keep them open. You watched him while you could, admiring the way the faint light from the kitchen lamp made him look like an Adonis, his hair illuminated in gold and his features accentuated by the shadows. You couldn’t believe he was your boyfriend. Luke Patterson, heartthrob of Julie and the Phantoms was your dorky, adoring boyfriend who would make supermarket trips in the middle of the night for you. Who had your favourite ice cream memorised and your key attached to his, so he could come see you whenever he missed you (which was pretty much always).

Despite the various aches and pains that had overtaken your body, the only thing you could feel as you drifted off to sleep was the burning ball of light in your chest, a chemical mixture of joy and love and gratitude, overtaking your senses one by one until you were asleep, dreams filled of beautiful images of your boyfriend.

When you woke up the next morning, you figured out it wasn’t morning at all. Luke had evidently switched off your phone’s alarm after you’d fallen asleep, and it was well into early afternoon when you’d arisen. To his credit though, the sleep had done you some good, and you felt much less like walking death after an intense sleep.

You untangled yourself from the knit blanket, your feet wobbly on the hard wood floors. You had serious post-nap daze, and wandered through your flat looking for your boyfriend. The poorly made sheets on your actual bed told you where Luke slept last night — or this morning, more accurately — you smiled at the way he’d arranged your stuffed animals.

Stuck to the fridge under your New York City magnet was a note from Luke, explaining he had to go to rehearsal but he’d be back later to check on you. You pulled the paper off, travelling back to your room to put the note in your ‘Luke’ box, adding to the collection of notes and drawings he’d given you inconsequentially that you’d held onto.

As the afternoon ticked by you’d gotten onto your computer, figuring that although you were still ill you should try and get something productive done. You were armed with your box of tissues as you got started on an assignment you had due at the end of the week, and slipped your headphones on to get into the headspace.

You screamed as a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind, quickly dissolving into giggles as you realised it was only Luke, back from rehearsal.

“Your voice still sounds scratchy, baby, how are you feeling?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Better, promise. Tomorrow I’ll probably go to class if I get another good night’s sleep.”

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, and you felt your insides melting all over again. You closed the laptop, knowing you weren’t going to get much more done now that Luke was with you.

You spent the evening together, ordering in pizza from the place around the corner and getting slightly wine drunk as Luke told you all about his earlier rehearsal and the antics of his band. He sang you part of the new song he and Julie had written and you applauded dramatically, only stopping when you broke into a coughing fit.

“Wanna watch something?” He asked when you grew tired again, cuddling up to him like a cat.

“Barbie?” You asked hopefully, looking up at him with wide eyes. Luke sighed dramatically, but you knew he was just pretending not to like the animated movies you’d grown up on.

“Only if it’s Island Princess,” He offered and you nodded enthusiastically.

The two of you settled in for the movie night, Luke getting much more into the movie as it went on, as he always did. By the end you were singing duets — your voice considerably less pleasing than his, especially due to your illness — Luke taking on the role of the prince letting you be Ro.

As the credits rolled you felt your eyes closing again, and you felt eerily like you did as a younger girl, falling asleep on the couch after a Barbie movie. This was better though, because now you had Luke next to you. He’d taken his role as big spoon extremely seriously, and had all but become one with the couch, pressing into the back as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

You shifted your position to face him, watching his face relax into contentedness as he tried to doze off to sleep. Feeling you watch him he cracked one eye open, mouth producing a dumb grin that made butterflies erupt in your chest.

“What?” He asked, but you got the distinct impression he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Nothing,” You lied, but gave in easily, “You’re pretty.”

“You’re pretty too. Now go to sleep.” You nodded, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Kay, goodnight Lukey. I love you.”

“Love you too, my girl. So much.” His answer was muffled by him pressing his face into your hair to pull you closer, but you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face even as sleep enveloped you.

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sorencd · 9 months

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hey hannah! hope you're well <3 could you write about having a study session with charlie dalton? im studying rn and i cant stop thinking about him lol

LOVING IS EASY

pairing: charlie dalton x reader

word count: 0.7k

a/n: hii anon! here u go :) GOOD LUCK WITH UR STUDYING BBY MWAMWAS

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charlie knows where the extent of his intelligence is. he wasn't as much of a genius as meeks but he wasn't dumb either. he only felt the need to study when it was really necessary. mostly, he'd rather spend his time with you, the other poets, or playing the saxophone.

when he met you though, he's come to love studying more and more. he loves lying on your carpet on the ground beside you with a bunch of textbooks sprawled out in front of you. he adored the little snacks your mom would bring in the middle of your studying with a grin on her face, saying you'll accomplish more with a full stomach. he always liked staying at your place more than his. besides, your dad's starting to like him.

sometimes, when you’re helping him find the answer to a seemingly impossible maths problem that’s stumping the both of you, he'd opt to stare at you instead of focusing on the task at hand. he’d watch you chew on your pen, angrily ramble about how it all makes no sense, scribble formulas that he’s sure aren’t the right ones, and listen to how pretty your voice sounds. he’d ease his cheeks into his arms that were crossed on the floor and nod his head to everything you’d say, occasionally flipping the pages to put on the guise of knowing what you’re talking about. he knows by the end of the day, he’ll distract you and avoid you two from achieving anything.

while you were busy marking your latin notes to their respective places, and to give charlie an easier time reading it all when he needs to, you heard a soft thump! to your right. charlie, whom you thought was also doing the same thing you were, at least was doing the same thing, had now decided to slump further onto the carpet. ‘that’s gotta hurt.’ you wondered, slightly wincing before poking his cheek. his brain was getting fried from all this studying.

“i don’t understand how this could possibly be used in the future. when will i ever say ‘quid est tempestas hodie?’” he whined. you do have to agree, when will you use latin? you shrugged and just guessed it would come in handy one day.

“don’t be like that! latin is fun! imagine how many swear words you could say and no one outside of welton would understand you.”

“then what’s the point? most of the people i want to say ‘stercore manducare’ to is from hellton.”

“it can’t be that bad!”

“enroll and find out then, it’ll make me very happy if you do that.” he batted his eyelashes and puckered his lips, his face contorted into a silly expression, making smooching sounds to your dismay.

you giggled and pushed him away in a joking matter, “stop, you’re making me lose focus!”

charlie feigned hurt as he let out a huff, turning to lie on his back and raised a hand to his forehead. “the world is treating me bad, misery! my darling has finally cracked and can now ignore the un-ignorable me!” it was like he was reciting a poem. it always made you laugh whenever he did that. his sudden outbursts of poetical literacy always successfully being able to lift up your spirits.

“i’m getting sick of the floor, let’s study in bed instead! it’ll help us think better.” he cheekily proclaims, trying his best to persuade you. it didn’t take much convincing for him to get you to do anything. how could you ever pass up any opportunity with charlie? so inevitably, you would give in and you’d end up in bed, supposedly studying with a textbook in between your blanket covered legs. you could already see yourself waking up only to realise that you fell asleep. with charlie spooning you and your notes haphazardly scattered onto the floor.

you continued jotting down useful information both you and charlie could use when examination arrives, and he continued admiring you trying to write down on an uneven surface. it didn’t take long for charlie to realise that in every version he imagined himself as, he saw you in each one. he loved being nuwanda with you. because with you, loving is easy.

#dead poets society x reader #dead poets society #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader

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toxicanonymity · 10 months

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Whoever said that they want raider Joel to make them his trailer park princess was soooo right. I deadass j fantasize abt him and speculate over what’s gonna happen next. I love u raider Joel ur my violent murderous teddy bear and I’ll do whatever u say🖤🖤

I'm suffering from advanced raider brain rot rn. He has super strength btw.

Me: maybe writing a little imagine will get it out of my system 🚬🤡 (narrator: it doesn't)

Raider imagine - House Meeting

raider!Joel (softdark) x f!reader, dark fluff

Imagine Joel waking up to the sound of trouble downhill at the stash house. He gives you a piggy back ride down the hill since you're still half asleep and he doesn't have anyone to watch you at his trailer at this hour. As you go down the hill, you rest your head on his shoulder and look at his beautiful profile as he walks. Especially his nose and neck veins. You give his neck a little peck and he barely snarls since he's distracted by the trouble. When you get to the house, he quickly leaves you on your cot in the private room. He doesn't have time to chain you up before he goes to the main room, but your door is in view.

Voice booming, he yells at everyone to sit down. Then he sits on his own cot facing them, thighs spread, elbows on his knees. He yells at them and they stop yelling at each other. Things cool down while they talk about what happened but then it heats up again.

You creep into the main room where they are and go straight to the cot where he's seated. He doesn't look at you, doesn't even blink. He keeps yelling, maintaining his dominance. But he sits up straight like he knows what you're about to do, and he lets you climb into his lap straddling him. The guys know better than to let their eyes move a millimeter down from his face. You hold onto him with a hug. You rest your head in the crook of his neck and close your eyes. He doesn't acknowledge you or stop yelling. All he does is hold you with one arm and hand on your back, pointing at them with his other bicep bulging along with his neck veins. Then he gently cradles your head as he continues to yell and you can feel the vibrations of his thunderous voice in your skull.

When he's done, he wordlessly stands up with you still wrapped around him. Bends his knees to adjust your weight, then as he'd walking away with you, he mutters, "what're you doin' in here, hmm?" You say you were sleepy and scared. He says, "I know, sweet pea," and gives you a kiss on the head.

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#raider!joel miller #raider!joel miller fluff #dark fluff #joel miller x reader #dark!joel miller #dark!joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller blurb #tw captivity #raider!joel☠️#toxicanonymity ☠️#softdark!joel miller #dark fluff ☠️#raider!joel

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pettydollie · 2 months

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IMAGINE U AND CHRIS BABYSITTING UR LITTLE SISTER AND U CANT GET HER TO GO TO BED AND HE PUTS HER TO SLEEP AND LAYS W HER :(

BRO WHOEBER TJIS IS, UR SENDINF GREAT LIL PROMPTS DONT STOP

bingo - c.s x reader

you sigh, putting down the book your sister specifically picked out for bed. you know she wants your boyfriend chris, but she won’t admit it. you adjust her pillow before muttering “i’ll be right back”

you leave the room and into the kitchen, where chris is grabbing a pepsi from the fridge that you always have stocked just for him. “hi cutie” you kiss his cheek. he takes a sip of his can before wrapping an arm lazily around your shoulders

“can you help put s/n to bed? she won’t fall asleep and it’s aggravating me.” you chuckle, feeling tired. he notices this, of course, how could he not? he nods immediately. you two step into her room, chris putting his pepsi down.

“hey, bingo.” he greets the girl with a nickname from the show Bluey. he’s called her that ever since he heard her adorable laugh (it also reminds him of how his heart bursts everytime he sees you, which he thinks is corny asf)

she smiles, holding up the bingo plush that was previously wrapped around her arms tight in her chest. he sits down on the bed next to her. he sees the book that you were reading before, picking it up.

your sister’s eyes brighten. she adores when he reads to her, although she likes it more when he comes up with stories on his own. before he begins reading, he turns around where you’re standing with a small smile present on your face, watching the two interact.

he lightly grind at your smile and mouths “go lay down”. he nods his head towards the door. you give him a look that says ‘you sure?’ and he puckers his lips out for a kiss. you grin, pecking him and your sister on her head before leaving the room.

you wake up on the couch, having no idea what time it is. you don’t bother to check as you get up, remembering chris was with your sister last. you rub your eyes as you slightly peek through the door. your heart melts at the sight.

you open the door wider, stepping through fully into the room. chris is laying next to s/n as she’s cuddled into his warm side. damn, you wish you had your phone to take a picture.

you’re a little frightened when s/n’s eyes widely open. you giggle, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the noise. you sit on the edge of the bed carefully, trying not to wake chris who was snoring lightly.

“what are you doing up?” you whisper ”what are you doing up?”

you shrug at her question, silently answering. you gently rub chris’ arm as you sit and take in the simple yet sweet moment. “y/n.” she whispers out to you. you look at her, waiting for her to go on.

“i like the voices he does when he reads.”

you smile. "they are pretty funny arent they?" she nods, slowly beginning to laugh, remembering the way he spoke as he read. you put your finger on your mouth. "shhh, dont wake him". she rolls her eyes. "you first."

a/n: CRAPPY ENDING IK IM SORRYYY i’ll make it better tmr bc i’m on my phone rn and i hate hate hate writing on my phone a/n2: the end is still weird but better so ya

tags: @stargirlsturniololover @latinasforchrizz @leah-loves-lilies

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fluff #𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸

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ranhaitanisgf · 6 months

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CONGRATS ON 2K OMG I FOLLOWED U FOR UR NANBAKA CONTENT THEN I SAW THAT U WERE DOING TOKREV TOO AND I WAS LIKE ?? YES THANK LORD BC THESE TWO R LIKE MY FAVORITE THINGS RN

if its okay can i ask for a samon gokuu scenario with oblivious bestfriends + star gazing

tysm for this !!! stay safe !!!! stay hydrated !!! take care of urself!!!!

— samon gokuu // oblivious best friends // star gazing

[𖤐] hello anon! thank you for requesting for my event, and your req has finally been answered !! this is more like one (1) oblivious bsf (you) and one (1) bsf who kinda knows his feelings but also doesnt wanna think abt it. anywho, i hope you all enjoy my lovelies!!

wc: 870+

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“...oi, (y/n), wake up.” samon felt like he was being challenged. he doesn’t know by who; God, maybe? if there was a higher power, it was definitely testing him right now.

the only reason he had ventured over into your building was because he’d wanted to show you the stars. the sky was particularly clear that night, and ever since you were children, you had always loved to see the stars. in fact, it was one of the reasons that despite working in a prison in the middle of nowhere, you enjoyed your job.

however, when he’d walked into your small office, you were fast asleep on top of a rather tall stack of papers, completely knocked out. the sight hadn’t surprised him, since it was not an unknown fact that you always tended to slack off when it came to paperwork, (he hadn’t realized it had gotten this bad, but he supposes that it makes sense).

he’d gone to go wake you up and tell you, let’s take a break and go look at the stars for a bit, but when he’d gotten closer, he’d heard something that he was most definitely not supposed to hear.

“samon…” you had mumbled, freezing him in his tracks.

now, what was he supposed to do?

hearing you utter his name in such a way had gripped his heart in a certain way, and now he wasn’t sure what the hell he was supposed to do next. ignore it and walk away? wake you up and confront you? ignore it and wake you up anyway?

“gah!”

“GAH!”

it seemed the choice had been made for him.

“samon?! what’re you doing here?! why were you just standing there? you scared the hell out of me…” you exclaimed, clutching your chest to slow down your heart.

“i just came to tell you the sky looks good right now. and i was standing there ‘cause i was about to wake you up…” he’d decided to take the cool and casual route at the moment, even though you’d caught him extremely off guard. “the clouds are all gone so i figured you would want to see it.”

“oh, that actually all checks out. i was gonna call you a freak ‘cause you were watching me sleep, haha.” you laughed, standing up from your chair and stretching. “there’s no way i’m gonna be able to submit all this paperwork to warden hyakushiki by tomorrow, so i might as well! let’s go!” as you looped your arm around samon’s and started walking to the balcony, his thoughts began to go wild.

he’d never really spent too much time thinking about his feelings, especially towards you; he was always focusing on his work and his prisoners. although they were still prisoners and he was still a guard, he’d grown fond of them, (though he would never admit this out loud to them) and helped them with things they brought to him. his little rivalry with hajime was also included with work, and because of this diligence, he never really allowed himself to even think of something aside from it.

with you though, he found himself thinking less about work and more about normal things. normal things that a twenty-year old might think about, like having a girlfriend and doing things he enjoyed with her. he could teach her all about how to garden and the different kinds of plants and what you can do with them, and he could even train with her.

except, in these fantasies, it wasn’t a random woman. it was you.

and that was something that made him a little bit scared.

now, samon gokuu is not a man to get scared and run away easily, and though he wasn’t running away from you, he was definitely a little scared. not because you’re scary, (at all) but wholly because it was something strange and unknown, and he had no clue what indulging his feelings would be like. he supposes it wouldn’t be bad though. being with you.

your arm untangled from his as you two reached the balcony, the cool air of the night feeling refreshing. you walked up to the railing, leaning against it as you stared at the stars.

“ahh, you were right; it’s so beautiful tonight.” you said, a warm smile on your face as you looked back at him. the slight breeze in the night lifted your hair a bit, framing your face damn near perfectly.

you were beautiful.

“yeah, um…it really is.” he managed to get out, feeling a little bit too entranced by you. his supposed best friend. he almost felt guilty for whatever he was feeling, but at the same time, he wants to be able to imagine having a future with you.

as he joined you at the railing, you scooted a little closer to him, beaming up at him with such a joyful expression that it squeezed his heart just a bit, (it really just skipped a beat, he just didn’t want to say it).

he keeps a small hope in his heart that one day, maybe, these same stars would look down on you and him as lovers. for now though? he’s content just being by your side.

#˗ˏˋ𖤐 nanbaka ˎˊ˗#˗ˏˋ𖤐 hana’s 2k event! ˎˊ˗|#nanbaka #nanbaka x reader #nnbk #nnbk x reader #samon #samon x reader #samon gokuu #samon gokuu x reader #x reader #samon goku #samon goku x reader #ナンバカ #ナンバカ x reader #reader insert #nanbaka reader insert #nnbk reader insert

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neonghostlights · 10 months

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hii, hope you're doing well! i CANNOT get this idea out of my head rn- i'm thinking that it's the night before the huge plan to take vecna down, the whole gang crashes at steve's for the night and eddie and the reader have to share a bed. enemies to lovers, where the reader has a nightmare since they've been cursed by vecna, eddie comforts them and maybe more? idk, i just would like to see how this plays out! love ur work sm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hiiii love ❤️ I’m doing well and I hope you are too! I love some enemies to lovers and a one bed trope! (I didn't add smut I'm sorry)

Warnings: Nightmares, Vecna Curse, Brief mention of strangulation, I feel like this is kind of sad when you think about what happens the next day in Volume 2, 18+ only

Wordcount: 2.1k

Sweet Dreams

“I am not sharing a bed with Eddie Fucking Munson,” you spat.

You had been relatively cool since you found out you had been cursed by Vecna. You even kept your cool when assisting with the grand theft auto, harboring a fugitive, and the near drowning when you jumped into Lover’s Lake after Steve after he got sucked into the upside down.

The stolen RV was now hidden in the woods near Steve’s house. All of the weapons purchased from The War Zone put together and ready to go for the battle tomorrow. Steve, Nancy and Robin would all go and kill Vecna. Dustin and Eddie are in charge of distracting the rabid killer bats. You, Lucas, Erica, and Max will be at the Creel house letting you slip into a trance to distract Vecna so that the rest of the group could end him.

What could go wrong?

Steve huffed, pinching his fingers on the bridge of his nose. He should have known you would put up a fight over this.

“Listen, the kids are all passed out in the basement. Nancy is passed out on the couch. Robin is already asleep in my bed. That means you have to room with Eddie,” Steve explained as calmly as possible.

“Why don’t you sleep with Eddie?” You asked. “I’ll go snuggle up with Robin instead.”

“Because I had to watch you last night to make sure you didn’t get Vecna’d and I’m so tired. I can’t trust myself to wake up if something happens. Eddie’s the only one awake enough to keep an eye on you.”

You tapped your foot. Who knew being cursed by Vecna was such a pain in the ass.

You definitely didn’t want to spend the last possible night of your life with Eddie Munson. You didn't remember when this back and forth between the two of you started. Maybe when you both had Ms. O'donnell's class for third period last year and you bitched him out for always tapping loudly. Or before that when you accidentally stole his Dnd props because you thought they were for the school play. You would think trying to save the world together would call for a truce. But he was still just as annoying as ever, always choosing you out of the whole group to pick on.

“Just please?” Steve pleaded.

You sighed, crossing your arms against your chest. Steve really was tired and you could see the seams cracking from where he was barely holding it together. No one should have to stay strong for as long as he has.

“Fine. But if he gets on my nerves I’m smothering him with a pillow,” you sighed.

“Maybe I’m into that,” Eddie chimed in, peeking his head out from the staircase. He had probably been listening the whole time. He scurried back up the stairs when he caught the angry look on your face.

Steve winced when he heard you grind your teeth.

At this point you were just going to turn him into the police yourself. But then Dustin would be mad at you and didn’t want to hear about how you ruined his friend's life for the rest of your life. Even if the rest of your life might only be a day.

“Alright. I’m going to bed. See you in the morning!” Steve said before he made his escape.

You rolled your eyes, groaning as you went up the stairs.

You pushed open the door to Steve’s parents' room. A large bed sat in the center of the room with expensive, shiny bedding. The room was dimly lit by the few lamps that sat on the side table and dresser.

Eddie laid face down in the center of the bed.

“Hell no. Move,” you instructed, smacking the back of his head with a pillow.

Eddie turned his head, peeking up at you through his disheveled hair. He wore a pair of Steve’s sweatpants and a white sleeveless shirt, also Steve’s.

“I’ve been spending my nights in the boathouse and Rick’s crusty bed. Let me enjoy this,” he whined.

You almost felt bad for him. Almost.

He did have a rough time this past week. He’s been framed by a murder that he didn’t commit and hunted like a criminal by people in this town. He barely ate, slept, or showered the whole time he was hiding. Being here must be like being at an all inclusive spa resort.

You chewed your lip. “Why can’t you sleep on the floor or something?”

“Are you kidding? This bed is big enough for the both of us. Come here and make yourself comfortable. I don’t bite,” Eddie said with a wide, toothy grin. He scooted over some and patted the spot beside him.

You rolled your eyes, took a deep breath, and laid down in the bed. The sheets were warm and soft. The comforter was heavy enough to feel like an embrace. It wouldn’t take long for you to fall asleep here, even if your company wasn’t ideal.

“See,” Eddie spoke up. “It’s not so bad.” He shimmied his butt against the mattress obnoxiously.

You yawned, turning to face away from him. Neither of you turned the lamps off, having seen enough this past week to scare you away from the dark forever. No more horror movies for you.

All you heard was, “Goodnight,” before you drifted off into the darkness.

A warm hand cupped your face. “Hey. It’s just a nightmare. Wake up.”

You pushed away from the hand, sitting up in the bed with a gasp. Eddie sat beside you, the blankets pooled at his waist as he stared at you with worried eyes.

You gasped for air, grabbing at your throat. The dream had felt so real. It felt like you were actually being strangled by vines.

You dropped your head between your knees, trying to calm the whooshing of your blood in your ears.

Pressure on your back had you jumping with a yelp.

Eddie shushed you, his hand rubbing up and down your back in a soothing way. “I’m sorry. It’s just me. Are you okay?”

You nodded wordlessly, keeping your head down. You hadn’t wanted anyone to see you like this, especially not Eddie. You didn’t want to be vulnerable in front of him.

“I’ll be right back,” he announced before jumping out of bed quickly. You didn’t have the chance to ask him where he was going before you heard him running down the stairs. You felt yourself missing the way his hand felt against your back. His absence hit you harder than you expected.

He burst back in a minute later with a glass of water in hand and handed it to you. He stood by your side of the bed watching you gulp it down.

“You don’t have to hover. I’m fine,” you croaked out. You swore you could still feel the pressure around your neck.

Eddie sat on his side, still keeping a worried eye on you.

You looked over to the clock on the table beside you. It had only been thirty minutes since you fell asleep and there was no way you’d be able to doze off again with your adrenaline rushing like this.

You laid back, staring at the ceiling.

“You wanna talk about it?” Eddie asked, lying beside you closer than he was before.

“Talk about what? The fact that I’m probably going to be dead in less than 24 hours? Or the fact that I can’t even sleep because everytime I do that creep invades my dreams?” You complain.

“Alright, then let’s talk about something else. Do you want to play twenty questions?” Eddie finally asks after a moment of silence.

You thought for a second. There was no way you were going back to that awful dreamland tonight.

“Fine. You go first,” you said, picking at your cuticles to avoid looking at him.

“What’s your favorite color?” Eddie asked.

“I don’t have one,” you admit. You always hated this question. Your indecisiveness could never let you choose just one. “I can guess yours is black though.”

Eddie snorted. “Actually it’s blue and that wasn’t a question.”

You looked back up at the ceiling thinking for a moment. “How many times have you been in trouble? Not including right now.”

“You’re going to have to narrow that one down or we’ll be here all night,” Eddie said with a laugh.

“Okay, how many times have you been to detention?”

Eddie hummed a tune while he counted on one hand and then the other. “This year? About fifteen times. I’ve had a good year,” he finally says, looking proud of himself.

“Fifteen times?” You gasp in shock, turning onto your side so you can face him. He was already facing you so it brought you closer than you expected.

“About twelve of those times are because of Ms. O'Donnell,” he admitted.

You groaned. “Oh that’s not surprising. I hated her last year.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Eddie said, surprising you.

“Why?”

“Because you were such a goody two shoes in her class! You got me sent to detention at least once!”

Your mouth popped open. “I did not!”

“Yes you did! Remember when you tripped over my shoe and you thought I did it on purpose?” He pressed.

“Because you did do it on purpose! You hate me!” You exclaimed.

“I would never do that and I do not hate you,” he admitted in a low voice.

Your breath stuttered at the way his change in emotion caught you off guard.

“Oh,” is all you said under your breath.

“Do you hate me?” Eddie questioned, voice still low. If it had been so silent in the house you would have never heard him.

You thought about it for a second. Sure, Eddie was annoying sometimes. He was loud. He always had his things everywhere. But he was also kind and understanding. He was funny and unapologetically himself at all times. He took care of the freshmen like they were his own family and shielded them from bullies. He was willing to stay up during the night and watch you even though he had barely slept all week, even when he was questioning if you hated him or not.

“No,” you answered honestly.

Eddie smiled softly at you; his full lips spreading across his face. You didn’t realize how close you two had shifted together while talking but it gave you an up close view to Eddie. You didn’t think that many people got to see him like this without his leather jacket and scary words. You had never noticed how long his eyelashes were before or how they framed his brown eyes perfectly. I made you jealous that someone could just walk around looking so pretty all of the time.

Eddie Munson was pretty, and the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. It was frightening how pretty he was like this, with his hair sprawled around his face and his arms bare and clutching the blankets but also how pretty he was even when he was dressed in leather and headbanging to a guitar solo. How had you never stopped and noticed before?

“You look like you’re thinking a lot over there,” Eddie said.

You shrugged with the shoulder you weren’t lying on. “Just realizing some things.”

“It’s about time,” Eddie said, leaning in closer. His eyes searched your face, checking to make sure you were on the same page as him.

“Yeah, it is about time,” you whispered, leaning in and pressing your lips to his. Eddie groaned under his breath as your lips moved together. Slow and soft under the yellow light that spilled from the lamps.

When you finally separated, Eddie didn’t let you get far. He held a hand out, pulling you close to his chest. You could hear the way his heart pounded strong and fast through the thin t-shirt he wore. If you didn’t know any better you would have thought he had just ran a mile.

You smiled into his shirt, letting his warmth surround you. You felt your eyes start to get heavier.

“I don’t want to fall asleep,” you muttered.

“If you do, I'll be right here. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he replied, running his hand over your shoulder lightly.

“You promise?” You asked, already drifting off.

“I promise. Sweet dreams,” he said softly as you fell asleep.

You did have sweet dreams lying in Eddie’s arms that night. It was a precious break until you had to go through the earth-shattering nightmare of the next day.

#eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson request

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damiansgoodgirll · 10 months

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Would you write a fic for someone of your choosing (I love ur writing I'd read for anyone istg) where the reader is feeling stressed or upset because of exams and he just comforts her? Maybe after a bad test or smth college is being a bitch rn and I NEED comfort :')

hope you don’t mind this one is with big virgil van dijk!

vvd x reader

stressed out

college was killing you.

you loved studying, but the exams and the few hours you had left for sleeping were going to be the end of you.

you were getting ready for a very important test when you just got the notification that you would have a second test the same day, just in the afternoon.

you felt drained and tired and you were sure you were going to fail both of exams because you couldn’t concentrate anymore.

tears started welling up in your eyes and you did your best to keep it silent because you knew your boyfriend was downstairs taking a nap on your couch and you didn’t want to wake him up, knowing how stressed he was from the league and all of the football matches.

but you couldn’t help to get anxious and a few sobs escaped your lips.

virgil was awake and was making you a tea when he heard you. he knew how stressed you had been in this period and it was pained him seeing how tired you were and how he couldn’t do nothing to help you.

he decided it was the best time for visiting you with his delicious tea.

you heard a knock on the door and immediately knew who it was.

“can i come in baby?” he asked you.

“ehm…just one second please” you said, wiping your tears away “come in…”

when he saw your face his heart broke. your look was tired and your eyes were all red and puffy.

“hey baby…” he sat down on the bed next to you and gently laid the cup of tea on your nightstand “i made you some tea” he smiled.

“thank you” you tried to smile but you were too tired.

“why don’t you take a break love? i can see how tired you are…” he suggested taking your hands in his bigger ones.

“what? no-no i can’t…” you started rambling “i just found out that i have two exams tomorrow, not one, two! i can’t take a break virgil…i need to be ready for tomorrow and…” he cut you off when you felt his hand caressing your cheek.

“easy love, take it easy…you’re over working yourself and that’s not healthy at all…i know who this is important to you but you’re not taking care of you and i’m worried…” he looked straight into your eyes and that was enough to make you cry once again.

he helped you between his legs, letting you cry all of your tears while his hands stroke your back.

“it’s okay love, let it all out, you’re okay…” he whispered.

“i’m not okay…i’m so fucking stressed about these exams that i know i’m going to fail both…i just, god, what was i thinking when i decided to go to college? i just - i’m so tired virgil i can’t even keep my eyes open and in less than 14 hours i have a very important test to do…” you kept crying, more like a desperate cry.

“hey hey hey it’s okay…i know you’re stressed baby, i know…but i also know you’re smart and a badass and that you won’t fail the exams…you just need to rest a bit and when you’ll be rested you’ll feel like studying again” he said “you can’t overwork yourself like this and not taking care of yourself…”

“i know…” you wiped your tears away and looked at him in the eyes.

“now… why don’t you drink this delicious tea i made for you and sleep a bit? i’ll cook dinner for us and when you’ll be hydrated you’ll keep studying okay?” he reasoned and you couldn’t help but agree with him.

“can you stay here with me? for a bit?” you asked him.

“of course baby…” he laid on the bed next to you. you drank all of the tea he made and that helped you calming you down. he then went to stroke your hair, helping you relax and fall asleep.

you drifted to sleep only a few minutes later.

virgil stood next to you all the time, making sure you kept sleeping and that you felt relaxed, all he wanted was to help you but little did he know he’s been helping you the moment you met.

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fatuismooches · 4 months

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Beaming more Dottore brainrot into ur head rn..

Akademiya Dottore having to stay out late for an assignment and when he gets back to his dorm he sees reader passed out on the couch, they tried staying up to wait for him but got too eepy and went zzzzz...

I like to think he quietly puts a blanket on them before sitting on the couch and just doing his own thing (eventually he also falls asleep on the couch)

When reader wakes up they notice the warm blanky on them and smile :) especially after they notice the usually stubborn man sleeping on the other side... giggles 😊 I like soft Dottore... he's so stubborn and in love..

(Reader totally teases him about it when he wakes up and in return gets ignored for the rest of the day... if they're short they also have all their akademiya supplies put onto a high shelf💀 cuz Dottore's mean like that and REFUSES to admit he likes reader :3)

Also If u want u can rb my art LOL I'm guessing u mean my silly Dottore shitposts n stuff? I rlly don't mind :D I'd prob just have 2 stop using my silly lil chicken disguise 💀 cuz it'd be obvious who I am at that point.. - 🐓

It's not very often that Dottore stays out late, he much rather be in his dorm doing his own thing rather than out and about (the darkness is good for being elusive, however, more light is necessary for certain experiments.) Unfortunately, group projects and meetings exist and he has to be on his 'teammates' time schedule... ending his day with his peers is certainly not what he considers favorable.

Meanwhile, you feel quite lonely without your crush, the dorm is oh so quiet without the sounds of his tinkering or the playful banter between you two. Not to mention how you miss his touch, his voice, his overall presence... do you miss him? Yes, of course, you're not in denial all the time like Zandik is. So you decide to just stay up, he can't be out for much longer, knowing Zandik, he'll wrap it up as soon as possible. (You could laugh imagining his expression right now, having to do an assignment with others instead of you.) Sadly, your body gives in to your tiredness and you slumber earlier than you wanted to.

When Zandik comes home and sees you slumped on the couch in dreamland, he scoffs and rolls his eyes... muttering under his breath about how careless you are and how you're going to wake up with cramps in that position (he says as he fixes your body to a more comfortable angle, and drapes a blanket over you before you wake up sneezing and complaining to him. Yes, he just doesn't want to listen to you complain, he totally doesn't care for your well-being.)

When you wake up to see him sleeping on the other side you just smile... you wish you two were actually dating so you could cuddle with him, but unfortunately, Zandik is a man who'll always be in denial when it comes to his feelings, it seems. At least he felt comfortable enough to fall asleep with you like this, that's progress! Even he was lured in by the warmth, despite probably wanting to pull another all-nighter...

Teasing him will result in a not-very-happy and annoyed Zandik who constantly rebuts your claims... he's not very amused at your "theories" and would prefer if you put your mouth to better use by assisting him with his research. (He derives some kind of sick pleasure from watching you struggle to obtain that hard-to-reach item.)

#smooches talks #🐓 anon #dottore love notes <3 #HELP IM REALLY SORRY I REALLY DIDN'T MEAN TO EXPOSE U.... but thank u for the reassurance ur posts r very cool 😭#thank u for the dottore brainrot as always u keep me FED

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abbyslev · 1 year

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im in a fluffy mood rn and i want to be cheesy so imagine hange with ur newborn 😭😭😭 they would spoil your child rotten they would be such a good parent:(((

𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑬- 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

A/N: hello! thank you for this ask. i had been thinking about soft hange with their kid :( im fucking CRYING thank you for this sidbfiurfirieurrbeurb sorry it took me a while and i apoligize if its short! Just a small little thing. thank you for this ask!!!

WC: 865

You rub your eyes, turning off your alarm. It was currently four in the morning, which meant feeding time for your baby.

You yawn and stretch, head pounding from the fact that you were up not even two hours ago, trying to rock your baby to sleep. You notice Hange was gone, the side of their bed cold. You assume they were in the bathroom.

You walk over to the baby's room, rubbing your hands together. If she was asleep, you would just go back to bed. She shouldn’t be up if you just fed them not too long ago. You open the door, stopping your tracks as you hear a quiet, raspy voice singing.

You stare at Hange, who held your child in their arms, bottle in their hand, slowly rocking the baby back to sleep. “Stop giving your momma problems.” Hange giggled, placing the bottle back in their mouth. “You look just like her. So beautiful.” Hange traced her face with their finger, cooing.

“What are you doing up?” You walk behind them, cheek resting against Hange’s shoulder. “Baby, what are you doing up?” Hange turned around, returning the question. Their eyes were tired, like they haven’t slept in a while. “I always get up to check on her around this time.” You laugh. “Oh, well she was crying and I didn't want you to get up again.” Hange pushed your hair behind you ear.

“Seems like she’s done.” Hange took her bottle, placing it on the dressing table. Hange placed the baby against their shoulder, eyes still on you. “You look tired, baby.” You place a Hange on their cheek, looking into their brown eyes. “I’d rather be tired than you be up. Go back to bed, i’ll be there as soon as she’s asleep, ok?” Hange pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to wake up tired.” You shake your head. “I’ve been up for longer, now go on.” Hange placed a hand on your waist, pushing you to the door. “See you.” They kissed your head. You trudge back to your room, a big smile on your face wondering what you did to deserve such a beautiful partner and baby,

“Shit!” You sit up. Your alarm didn’t go off, and Hange was supposed to be at work two hours ago.

You notice their side of the bed was empty. “They must have left already.” You stand up, stretching. You go to the nursery, yawning and rubbing your eyes. Opening the door, you were faced with a surprise.

Your baby was in her crib, asleep. Hange was sitting on the floor, head against the crib with a baby book in their hands. You smile, your heart beating quick. It made you remember how nervous Hange was when you two found out you were going to be parents.

Hange immediately went to Levi, asking him how to babyproof the house and having to lock their science room. They spent hours in the baby clothes aisle and even had Erwin help them build all the baby furniture. They bought every baby science book they could find and it was all they talked about.

Hange cared for you, made sure you were never up on your feet, and ran hot baths for you when you needed them. They were at every appointment, all ears and asking a million questions. Some of which you didn’t even think about asking.

When your beautiful girl was finally born, Hange just sobbed. They asked if you were okay and if you needed anything before holding her in their arms, tracing their face and mumbling “I love you.” Over and over again. Hange never left your side, holding your hand and staring at your baby the whole time.

“She’s gonna be the coolest scientist out there. Or whatever she wants to be.” Hange fixed the beanie on her head, their long fingers pushing her cheeks together. They let Levi and Erwin meet her, and they could just see the excitement in Hange’s eyes. Growing pupils, words spilling out of their mouth. It was all Hange could think about.

That’s what made it all worth it. The restless nights, changing diapers, all the doctor visits, the crying, the screeching yells. It was all worth it because you got to see Hange giving their life for your child.

“Hange, baby, wake up.” You kneel beside them, shaking their shoulders. “Huh? Is she asleep? Is she ok?” Hange flinched, rubbing their eyes, looking around. “Yeah, she’s ok. You put her to sleep, and then you slept.” You push their hair back, laughing. “Oh my god, i’m sorry. I know i promised you.” Hange pushed a palm against their forehead.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s okay. Call in and I'll make breakfast, ok?” You press a kiss against their forehead, standing up. “Okay. I’ll stay here watching her.” Hange looked through the crib bars, smiling. “She’s not going anywhere.” You laugh. “But she’s so pretty, she looks like you. Look at her!” Hange stuck their finger through the bars, playing with her small hand. You laugh and shake your head, heart beating. It was all worth it.

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lazybutsmexy · 1 year

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Hi !! Sorry to bother you rn, I'm just here to make a request if you don't mind TT

I've been struggling with anxiety lately and ur work or your fics really put a smile on my face (especially König fics !! I love him sm TvT) and well here I am wanted to request something about König comforting reader when they feel down or low (like cying for no reason or apologize for something random) 🫶🏻

Hello lovely! Thanks for the message 🫶♥️ I'm glad my writings can help put a smile on your face 😊

Warning: angst/comfort, depressive thoughts, König being a sweetheart 🥺

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It's late in the night until it becomes early in the morning. The hours had passed in a haze and you didn't know how to bring yourself to care. You had been staring at the wall in front of you for as long as you remember. Your thoughts were muddled and dark, you wonder if they are even yours to begin with.

There was a weight in your chest that you couldn't brush off, and a pressure behind your eyes you have been keeping at bay for hours. You were completely exhausted from the effort of keeping yourself from breaking down while König was asleep behind you. You knew that the moment you started tearing up you wouldn't be able to stop, and that would certainly wake him up.

You felt him turn around in his sleep - you didn't dare to look over your shoulder, or you would certainly crumble. His breath fanned over the nape of your neck, steady and warm. It was comforting, and you wondered if you even deserved that.

There was a faint chirping of birds outside the window when you heard him moving again, and then you felt his arm secure itself around you. There was a faint stroke of his fingers against your ribs, when you heard him speak.

"...is it one of those days, Liebing?" His voice was throaty, heavy with sleep.

You delayed your answer, partially because you were blaming yourself for waking him and making him deal with those emotions of yours, and partially because there was a knot in your throat that prevented your voice from coming out. He presses a soft kiss on your shoulder - he wasn't rushing you to answer, just letting you know he was patiently waiting. He knew you were awake, there was no hiding from him now.

You nodded, not daring to try and speak at all. You didn't move your hand to cup his, and that told him everything he needed to know.

With a soft sigh, he tugged your side until you relented and turned around to face him. You didn't want to look into his eyes, but when his fingers cupped your chin and made you look up, you met his tender, understanding eyes. You couldn't stop the waterworks now, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you struggled to form any words.

"I'm-... I'm sor-" you tried to apologize - for waking him, for not being stronger, for being so weak-minded - but your voice cracked and got caught in your throat painfully.

König shushed you and kissed your forehead and cheeks, his arms surrounding you fully and bringing you impossibly closer to him. "Don't apologize, mausi," his muttered against your skin between kissing your tears away, let it out, we can talk later, just let it out."

You crumbled then, sobbing into his chest as his hands wandered over your naked skin. It wasn't sexual in any way, just the weight of his hands pressing against your body, comforting you, grounding you to him.

You didn't know when you fell asleep, you only realized you did it when you woke up. There was sunlight peeking from the heavy window curtains, and a sweet smell enveloping your senses. König's side of the bed was still faintly warm, and you found yourself clutching at one of his hoodies - your favourite one. You looked at it, knowing it hadn't been there the previous night, but in the fresh laundry you had put away. He had picked it up and left it for you.

With a newfound warmth in your chest, you put the hoodie on and crawled off the bed. You washed your face in the en-suite bathroom, and dared to look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were swollen and flushed from all the crying, and your hair was everywhere. At least you had managed to get some rest, you supposed.

You finally followed the sweet scent of cooking sugar to the kitchen, where you found your boyfriend stirring a pot and talking on his phone. He was speaking in German, and you couldn't quite pick the words.

"Danke, Mutti," he ended the call and put the phone down, catching you on his periphery and offering you a smile, "good morning, Häschen, breakfast is almost ready."

You tried to mimic his smile, but your face felt sore from all the crying, and chose to approach him instead, peeking over at the pot.

"... Your mom's rice pudding is a dessert," you comment, and he chuckled shortly, his hand finding your waist easily.

"Well, today feels like a day to eat rice pudding for breakfast, don't you think?" He turns off the stove and turns around, grabbing you by your hips and sitting you on the counter. The marble is cold, but his hands were warm, and so was his body as he stood between your thighs.

"Are you feeling better?" His lips brushed your forehead, and you sighed as your fingers clutched the front of his shirt.

"... A little," you hummed, looking up at him when he cupped the back of your head.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"...Not yet."

He leaned down and kissed you softly in the lips, too shortly for your liking, but his lips never went far, brushing against yours as he spoke. "That's alright, mausi. I'll be here when you want to talk."

A/N: König calls his mom 'Mutti', fight me if you disagree 😤

#könig x reader #cod könig #hurt/comfort #könig hurt/comfort #könig fluff #cod mw2 #cod mw2 könig #cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2 fanfic #könig fanfiction #nonnie ask #könig definitely called his mom to get instructions to prepare rice pudding for u

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