#eye just got why he probably deleted it 😭 fairs

[wejustvibing]

???

#i have many questions #most important one is ARE WE BRINGING IT BACK #also he cannot be seriously saying this knowing the daily begging that goes on about bringing it back #anddid they bully him into deleting it 💀 #glad i had post notifications on else i'd have missed this monumental statement #askhgjffk #lewis hamilton #eye just got why he probably deleted it 😭 fairs

[channieissocute125]

Hey could you possible write a tickle fic where sunoo is getting wrecked. It could be based of the episode where there were two groups playing the radish picking game. The members are feeling a bit evil and decide to wreck sunoo for not being apart of the fun(torture)

https://youtu.be/hNOc3IaYPUQ?si=eW9gD1l99D2iVICr

I AM SO SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO WRITE THIS 😭

A Ticklish Revenge

“Well, that was fun!” Jay announced 

The Enhypen members were on their drive back to the dorm from recording their ‘EN-OCLOCK’ episode.

“Yeah, watching you guys getting tickled was so funny, HAHA.” Sunoo exaggerated the laughter to rub in the fact that every other member but him had to go through tickle torture.

“Oh shut up, hyung!” Niki retorted while jabbing him in the side

Suddenly, an idea popped into Heeseung’s head. What if they tickled him for revenge? Heeseung whispered his plan to Jake, who took Sunoo’s phone. He didn’t want Sunoo to see his plan in the group chat as they couldn’t have him knowing what was about to come.

“Hyungggg,” Sunoo whined, “Please give my phone backkkk”

“Okay fine,” Jake said after deleting the messages from the younger’s phone.

“Here you go”

“Thank you, you’re so annoying”

“You’re gonna regret saying that”

When they arrived, everyone except Sunoo rushed to get back to the dorm.

Sunoo looked around, confused as to why they had all sprinted out so quickly. When he asked the staff, they shrugged. Sunoo shrugged as well, assuming it was normal Enhypen behavior. Sometimes they could be pretty chaotic.

The other six members went straight to Jake, Jay, and Heeseung’s room to discuss their plan.

“Okay, so he’s going to take a shower first. That’s what he always does after we record. When he finishes changing, he’ll probably want to take a nap. The plan is that when he gets in bed, Jungwon will text Jake. Then Jake will tell me and Jay. Niki and Sunghoon will be in the room already since they room with him. When we three enter, we all get on Sunoo’s bed and will start tickling him. If we wait too long to start, he may get suspicious given the episode we filmed. Plus, tickling is extremely common between us.” Hesseung explained, as he said the last part Jake nervously giggled, remembering all the times he had been wrecked. He almost felt bad for Sunoo. Almost.

When Sunoo got in bed to take his nap, Jungwon texted Jake.

*Yawn* “Gosh, I’m tired. I’m gonna take a nice long nap.” Sunoo said as he hugged himself with a big smile. It just felt so nice to be in a warm bed after a long day. He layed down on his pillow, closed his eyes, and… laughed?

“HAHAHA,” Sunoo laughed loudly out of sheer surprise, “WHY HAHA”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Jake asked teasingly

“We’re getting you back for not going through the same torture (heavenly experience lol) as we did.” Niki explained while digging into his hyung’s sides. This elicited the loudest, most contagious laugh. It could almost be compared to a loud baby laugh.

“That was a good reaction” Heeseung smirked

“OKAHAY IM SORRY JUST STOP HAHA”

“Sorry for what?” Sunghoon asked

“FOR HAHA MAKING you guys have to go through the tickling alone” They stopped tickling the sunshine to let him speak

“Oh no, no need to apologize! We were gonna tickle you either way.” Jay chuckled aloud at his own cruelty.

“That’s not fair hahaha nohoho” Sunoo laughed as Jungwon wiggled his fingers above him teasingly

“Do you want us to go hard but only for a short time or slow but for longer?” Jake asked

“Just get it done with quicklyyy”

“WAIT” Sunoo regretted his decision instantly when he felt the other’s tickling him less than seconds after he made his decision.

“No wait now, it’s too late,” Jay said

“HAHAHAHA IHI CAN'T TAKE IT ANY LONGER HAHA”

When the others heard this, they decided to go for the kill. Jay squeezed his sides while Jake squeezed his legs and the others tickled randomly. It was torture (heaven; I’m sorry I had to).

When they saw how tired he was from laughing so hard, they let up.

“Ohoho my gohod. That was so haha oh my god.”

“Speechless, huh?” Niki asked

“Wow that was intense”

They left Sunoo in his room to take his well-deserved nap.

“We need to do that more often, it was fun”, Niki said enthusiastically

 The other members nodded smiling from ear to ear. 

Meanwhile, Sunoo who secretly enjoyed being tickled, was laughing in his sleep.

#Do you guys like my comments during the fic or is it annoying? #lee sunoo #ler enhypen #kpop tickle #tickle fic

[fivefriedtofu]

↳ ❝ ahoy there! ❞ | #thoma headcanons ; normal + modern au.

thoma w/ chubby cheeks? his fav petnames?? simp rambling??? & more!

ft. gn reader, the kamisato siblings, +1 bonus childe.

cw: none! completely sfw. only cringe romantic scenerios & maybe lots of mentions of kisses because i'm in love w/ him.

♡. edit: the link to the tiktok i added to the last headcanon (normal au) got deleted oh my god 😭

an: thoma go brrr. had to squeeze my brain like a powdered orange just so i could make this coherent enough to post.

i also wanna apologize if i've written some things that are suspiciously familiar to other works before. i only just noticed. i swear i don't know how it happens!! i've just never had an original thought i think _( ༎ຶ⌑༎ຶゝ∠)_ please forgive my sins.

pics: 🐶 🍡 🌿 (fun fact: the shiba's name is marutaro!!)

NORMAL AU!

we are married.

please consider... thoma with chubby cheeks.

irresistibly cute and soft.

ge ntly h olds... 🤲

the grannies at the market like to pull on them from time to time whenever he goes for groceries.

by the end of those days, he'd come home whining with aching cheeks.

"whining" i.e asking you for healing kisses? 🥺👉👈

he does not know how to swear.

thoma: "gee wilikers...", "oh to heck with it!", "gosh diddly darn it!"

ayato, tears in his eyes: pls,,, ju,,st say fuck,,

"he's a grown man with a job and pays taxes" ok maybe he does and just chooses not to BUT listen—

he says bejeebers in one of his voicelines 😭😭😭.

a cheesy romantic, the type to greet you with hand kisses. however ☝️👀

turn the tables and kiss his hands and he'll be reduced to mush.

secretly it's actually one of his favorite places for smooches. such hardworking hands, they deserve all the loving, don't they?

speaking of favorites, his favorite nicknames!

pretty boy, my prince, handsome — casually, politely, LOVINGLY he will pass away.

to be fair, he's a sucker for any sort of praise you give him but something about being called those just makes him feel so special.

BECAUSE HE IS. MUMUMU BESO MUUUWAH—

he makes me feel so soft and happy, he's like the song 'cloud 9' but personified.

this goes with any genshin character, but i'm a thoma simp. just,,, p,, please just imagine.

let me tell you, as a short person, i started screaming. rolled around my bed even, clutched my phone to my chest. at this age of mine. absolutely no shame, embarrassing ✋.

MODERN AU!

modern! thoma would probably enjoy the waitress musical.

his fav songs are 'what baking can do' and 'you matter to me.'

cried the first time he listened to the latter. cried again the next time he listened to it. they... were emotional days 😔.

enjoys musicals in general.

thoma/kamisato siblings theater kids canon i'm the left shoe of one of hyv's soundtrack artists.

he likes listening to them whenever he does chores and ends up singing along when he gets really into it.

doesn't really have the best singing voice, but he doesn't care. all that matters is that he's having fun 💪 king mentality.

and if you, as his s/o, decide to sing along with him ESPECIALLY IF IT'S A LOVE SONG DUET— shee, he just might propose to you then and there.

idk why but i feel like he'd be a swiftie. loves almost every one of her songs but lives for her 2010 era songs. gets so hyped for sparks fly.

his favorite animal crossing character is goldie and i will die on that.

i think he'd be a horror fan. specifically for spooky folklores and cryptids.

(based on that one voiceline of his - thoma's hobbies. also occasionally, he'll utter 'spooky stories...' if he's in your teapot.)

his youtube feed reccomends stuff like 'creepy urban legends from around the world' or 'inazuma's terrifying monster stories.'

when he's not in the mood to listen to music, he lets those vids play in the background instead.

thoma just vibing in his apron and cleaning gloves, waxing and polishing the floor with earphones in, listening to horror podcasts.

he is ANNOYING if he ever gets in a playful mood before going to bed.

both of you could just be peacefully cuddling, innocently talking about whatever until you fall asleep when he'll suddenly bring up a scary story he just learned. and as a result, ends up scaring you a bit.

too creeped to sleep now, you give his chest a soft smack, whining his name.

but then he just laughs! 😡 he's quick to apologize, but he's still laughing!!

as if pulling you in closer against himself, burying your face in his neck, and nuzzling into you will easily let that slide — nah, scoot away from his mean ass. ignore how he whines for you to come back.

he rolls across the bed and follows you. immediately wraps himself around you once he reaches where you placed yourself by the edge.

"noo, 'm sorry." he mumbles, lips brushing against your skin, you could feel him smile. "i'm sorry."

he sighs then plants a kiss against your temple. "here. this way no monsters will get you."

like an inconvenienced cat, you huff, burying your face into his chest. "cringe."

...

you turn back up and quickly press a kiss on his collarbone, before shoving your face back to where it hid.

ok but on the topic of the waitress musical, 'never ever getting rid of me' gives me huge childe vibes.

sorry if this ain't much, i'm fighting demons (ง｡•╭╮•｡)ง​ plus school just started.

#[ 💘 ] — thoma. #genshin thoma #thoma #genshin impact headcanons #thoma headcanons #thoma x gn reader #thoma x reader #genshin headcanons #kamisato ayaka #kamisato ayato #childe #kamisato siblings #— i hope the way this is formatted doesn't look confusing. #— i'm really sorry if it's too hard to read 😭!

[broflovski-brah]

I remembered a while ago @butters-flower-mom asked for a sickfic with Butters? I wasn’t sure who to make the caretaker so I went for Kenny.

“Comfort”

Tw: Sickness, throwing up

(I’m so sorry this is so late, I also think I deleted the req by accident because I was clearing my inbox and must’ve done so by accident I’m sorry 😭 also this can be whatever age you interpret it to be)

Butters had awoken that morning feeling a bit sick. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Mainly just a sniffly nose and scratchy throat, but it was winter time. The air tended to get pretty dry, so he assumed it wasn’t anything a nice glass of fresh orange juice couldn’t fix.

He got up, and as soon as the warm blankets left his body, Jack Frost might as well have given him a big old hug, because the sudden chills were no joke. He groaned a bit.

“Man…does this room hafta be so chilly..?” he murmured to himself as he got his clothes. The blonde boy felt a small scratch in his throat as he talked, which caused him to rub at his vocal cords. He left the bedroom and was immediately bombarded by his father.

“Butters?! Butters! Are you seriously just getting up?!”

Normally he would’ve answered right away. Spine straight, constant eye contact (even though that proved to be uncomfortable for him, his parents didn’t care. They demanded respect.) and with his chin up. But he was a bit bleary this morning.

“Yes sir…” he mumbled.

“You’re gonna be late for school now! Go hurry up and get ready. If you’re not out in ten minutes, you’ll be grounded, mister!”

Butters sighed. Sometimes he hated the way his parents were. He figured he deserved it; why else would they treat him so bad? He needed to pull himself together. It was just a little cold. He was tougher than this! He wasn’t a baby!

So with a subdued, “Yes, sir…” he walked off to the bathroom. He got ready for the school day, brushed his teeth (while trying to ignore how awful the toothbrush felt in his mouth) and put on his clothes. He had gone so fast that his head was spinning. Literally. He couldn’t see straight.

“Jeepers…”

He rubbed his eyes, his fingers digging into his tufty, blonde hair. He felt his stomach rumble a little. And it definitely wasn’t hunger. He could feel a small headache coming on. The lights suddenly seemed too bright. The sound of the fan in the bathroom penetrated his skull. The inside of his mouth was suddenly filmy and slick as he tried to keep himself calm. His hands were shaky and sweaty.

This episode was cut short by a loud bang on the door. His mother’s voice sounded on the other end.

“Butters! Get out of the bathroom! We need to go!”

Butters but his lip. He really wasn’t in the mood. He knew if he snapped back at his mom it would be an immediate grounding, and he couldn’t risk that. So he just shook his head and ignored the sudden feeling of the thick, acidic-tasting substance that was slowly creeping up his throat.

…

Butters honestly didn’t know what was worse. Being at home with his psycho parents, or being at school with a raging headache and an even worse stomachache. He was sitting in class, listening to the teacher drone on about something or other. Probably his relationship issues. Butters wasn’t paying attention though. To be fair, nobody was. When the teacher got into talks like that everyone seemed to drone off. The only thing Butters could pay attention to was the growing nausea in his belly. He hadn’t eaten anything that morning, but he had managed to guzzle down a glass of orange juice, which temporarily chased away the throat pains. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach and moved his hand to his stomach with a quiet whimper of pain. The people around him noticed.

“Butters, you sick or something? You look like shit.”Cartman glanced over, a small smirk playing on his face. He was obviously being sarcastic, but it wasn’t the worst Butters had heard. He knew how mean Cartman could be to other people, mainly Kyle and the girls, but with Butters he seemed at least a little bit nicer. Just a little bit. He was still an asshole though.

Butters didn’t respond right away. He swallowed down the sudden lump in his throat.

“Fuck off, Cartman.” he heard Kyle mutter. Him and Kyle weren’t the greatest of friends, but Kyle tended to stick up for him more than anyone else, other than Kenny.

“I’m doin’ fine.” Butters muttered, putting his head down on the desk. He shut his eyes, trying to drown out the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of his stomach trying to rip itself out. Suddenly, he felt a poke on his arm.

He shot up, his gaze glossy and unfocused. He looked over at the person who poked him. Kenny was beside him, the butt of his pen facing Butters.

“Dude, are you okay?” Kenny asked, muffled by his parka. “Do you want to go to the nurse?”

Butters would’ve said yes. He wanted nothing more than to just go back to sleep in a pile of warm blankets and be fed chicken soup. But that’s not what would’ve happened. What probably would’ve happened if he went to the nurse was, his parents would be called and either one of two things would happen.

Either A. His parents refused to get him and he was doomed to stay in school or with the nurse all day, or B. His parents would’ve gotten him but they would’ve taken turns yelling at him for making them get him, and he would be grounded. So he lied.

“I’m fine.” He mumbled. Kenny raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off. He put his head down as he felt something jab his arm. He shit up, sending his belly into an uproar. He swallowed down a gag and looked over at the culprit. It was Heidi.

“Butters, are you sure you’re okay?”

Butters was on the verge of snapping. He just wanted to be left alone. He knew he wasn’t being fair. People were concerned for him and he was getting angry. But he couldn’t help it. Anyone would be a bit cranky if they were trying to rest off a sickness. He just nodded.

“Are you sure?”

Kenny had turned around again.

“Gosh darn it, I said I’m fine! Wouldja quit botherin’ me?!”

Kenny held his hands up and Heidi’s eyes went wide as she pursed her lips. Suddenly, Mr. Garrison turned around.

“Boys, is there a problem?” he asked, folding his arms. Kenny shook his head, and Buters followed suit.

“Okay then. Butters. Answer the question I just asked.”

“Oh, biscuits.” he uttered. He hadn’t been paying attention!

“Well?”

He tried to rack his brain for anything-anything he could use for context of what was being asked of him. His stomach decided to pick that moment to squeeze inside him. He groaned and curled into himself.

Mr. Harrison didn’t seem to notice. He raised an eyebrow.

As soon as Butters opened his mouth, a rush of air surged up his throat. A warning. He burped loudly, covering his mouth with his hand. “O-oh…”

Suddenly, all eyes were on him. A few people were snickering. Some seemed genuinely concerned. The only one who seemed to have enough sense to do anything was Kenny. Kenny immediately know what to do as Butters’ stomach gurgled inside him.Kenny immediately ran to the garbage can but was too late. Butters tried to talk again, but his shoulders heaved with a hefty gag. He covered his mouth with his hand before a surge of vomit escaped his mouth, and got all over the ground.

There was a collective silence as everyone stared, wide eyed. Butters felt his cheeks redden. Oh, hamburgers…he hadn’t meant to do that…

Kenny snapped him out of his daze by putting a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re going to the nurse.” he said.

And with that, they were in the nurse’s office. A janitor had been called to clean up the mess Butters made in the classroom. The nurse approached him with a thermometer.

“102.3. I’m gonna call your parents.”

Butters’ eyes went wide. He immediately went to shake his head. He didn’t want to go back to his place, especially if his parents were gonna be called…

Kenny lay a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He acted quickly. When the nurse’s back was turned, he quickly stuffed his fingers down his throat, causing him to throw up a bit. Butters stared at him.

“Kenny?! You can’t do that!” he hissed. Kenny just shook his head.

“I’m not lettin’ you go back to your place like this. Especially with your parents.”

Well damn. Butters wasn’t expecting that. He had always considered Kenny a best friend but he didn’t think he would do anything like this…he honestly felt like he could cry.

Before he could say anything, the nurse turned around. She saw the puddle of vomit beneath Kenny and immediately looked at him.

“Are you sick too, young man?”

Kenny put a hand to his stomach. He whined a bit to make it sound more convincing. The nurse nodded.

“Okay. Let me check your temperature.”

Kenny pulled his hood down. He hoped the heat inside his parka would grant him temperature that was “leading to a fever.” Which surprisingly, it had.

“99.5. You’re technically fine…but would you like to go home?”

Kenny nodded.

“Okay. What are your names?”

Butters was about to answer before Kenny answered for him.

“Kenny and Leo McCormick.”

Butters nearly felt his jaw drop. He was lying to cover for him? Butters felt flattered, but also bad. What if Kenny was caught? He couldn’t bear. But he also didn’t really want to go home with his parents. They would ground him for sure. Sometimes, he considered jail to be an upgrade from his own home.

In the end, Kenny had helped Butters home. He had give n the poor, shivering boy his parka while insisting he ‘never got cold’, but Butters could see the clear goosebumps on his friend’s skin. So he opened up the hoodie before the purple-eyed boy snuggled in beside him, providing warmth for the both of them.

When he got to his house, Kenny sat Butters down. He knew his home wasn’t much, but it was hopefully better than going to the hellhole Butters called his home. He just had to make sure that he got home before the end of the school day so his parents didn’t suspect anything. Butters’ cheeks were red with fever, his skin was waxy and his eyes were glassy. But he glanced at Kennybthrough half lidded eyes.

“I’m sorry for hollerin’ at you in class.” he said, clenching and unclenching his fist in his lap. Kenny waved him off with a shrug and a wave of his hand.

“It’s alright. I don’t blame you.” Kenny told him. Butters still felt bad, but he didn’t really feel well enough to argue.

“You’re a good friend Kenny.” Butters told him sleepily. He yawned. Kenny smiled a bit and stood up, grabbing a blanket. It was dirty and had some holes, but it was still warm. He put it over Butters’ shoulders. He sat beside his friend as he fell asleep next to Kenny, feeling safe and loved for the first time in nine years.

…

I know the ending was kinda rushed but I wanted to get this out for you guys-working on the CAH and other fic yall wanted but this one was almost done, anyway, hope you enjoyed!! feel free to leave reqs in my inbox ^^

#south park #butters stotch #kenny mccormick #sickfic #don’t have time for tags #imma be gone all day so feel free to spam me in my inbox

[envirae]

glimpse of us — yang jungwon

pairing: bf!jungwon x gn!reader genre: heavy angst wc: 1.2k warnings: arguing, heartbreak, mentions of not eating, jungwon is kind of a bad bf note: yujin is just!! a!! name!! not shipping him with any other idols so don't think that 😭😭 listen to: glimpse of us - joji

When you first met Jungwon, he was at his absolute lowest.

He had just been broken up with, and he was taking it hard. He refused to eat, he would sleep all day, screen all his calls, and always seemed to be in a sour mood. After all, everything reminded him of her.

Yujin. You never knew her, but you knew she was amazing. You could tell from pictures and the way your friends spoke of her that she was the prettiest girl you had ever seen, bright eyes, and a smile that lit up a room.

He never told you the reason they broke up, but then again, you never asked.

When Jungwon first asked you to be his girlfriend, it was seemingly out of nowhere. You'd developed a crush on Jungwon ever since the day you met him, and all of your friends could tell. They often teased you about it, and you were almost sure Jungwon knew.

You knew he was still healing from Yujin, which was why you refused to act on your feelings. But things fell apart when Yujin got a new boyfriend.

You found out from mutual friends, and Jungwon sure didn't take it lightly. You thought that this would set his progress back months. But when he suddenly told you he was in love with you, you had no complaints. He was hurting, that much was obvious. But if you could help him, even just a little bit, shouldn't you?

Your relationship was exhilarating, he wanted to be with you all the time and he treated you like a princess. He was everything you could ask for and so much more.

However, if it seems too good to be true, it probably is.

There was always something that wasn't quite right. The way he acted, he felt so distant, even though he was right in front of you.

The first crack in the glass came when he gifted you a sweater she used to wear for your birthday. He told you he saw it at the store and said it made him think of you. You started wearing it all the time.

You would never have known you and her owned identical sweaters if you hadn't been stalking his instagram. He kept photos of her up on his page, and brushed it off as "i haven't gotten around to deleting them" when you asked him about it. Fair enough.

There it was, a photo of her, with her arms wrapped around his neck, wearing the same damn sweater.

You chose to ignore it. After all, it could just be a big coincidence, right?

The second red flag was your one year anniversary. He told you he had a big surprise for you and that you should dress up.

You spent hours preparing, wanting to look your very best. But When he picked you up, he seemed so out of it. Not a single compliment on your appearance (not that you cared, but it would've been nice of him to notice), not even a 'hey, how are you?' just a simple nod as you got into the car.

After seeing the fancy restaurant he had taken you to, you'd forgiven him for the car thing.

"This place is so nice! How'd you find it?" You said excitedly as you sat down.

He chuckled a bit, "What are you talking about? I may be forgetful but I know this is your favorite restaurant."

You paused for a second, looking around to see if you were forgetting something. "I've never been here, Wonnie. I couldn't possibly afford this place usually."

He stopped moving for a while, seeming deep in thought as he stared into your eyes. "Oh. Right. I must have gotten confused."

You continued on with dinner normally, but you couldn't get that thought out of your head. After he said that, you knew that this was her favorite restaurant.

You observed the restaurant, wondering how many times they had been here and how many memories they made together. Had they sat at this very table before? How could he possibly confuse you with her?

The final straw was when he came home from a long day at work, practically half asleep.

"Hey, how was practice?" You asked from the kitchen right after hearing the front door open and close.

After hearing no response, you went to go check on him, who was laying down on the couch, near passed out.

You sat down next to him, putting a hand on his forehead to make sure he was okay. He must've been startled by it because he opened his eyes slightly.

He smiled when he saw you, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. "I love you." He said.

"I love you too." You responded with a soft smile.

"You're amazing, Yujin. I'm so lucky to have you." He dozed off right after that, but you sat there dumbfounded.

He woke up on the couch next morning, incredibly confused. He found you working on your computer in the kitchen and kissed you on the cheek.

"Good morning, my love." He smiled, but was a little disappointed to see you had no reaction. He poured himself a cup of coffee as he glanced at you. "I had this crazy dream last night."

"Was it the one where you mistook me for Yujin?" You asked, making him recoil. The memories from last night came flooding back, and he physically cringed.

"Fuck, babe I'm sorry. I was tired and I wasn't thinking. It's not a big deal." He apologized, which outraged you because of how nonchalant he was being.

"Not a big deal? Oh come on, Jungwon that's bullshit. I've dealt with this for months now but you think I haven't noticed?"

"Noticed what? What are you talking about?"

"You're still in love with Yujin!" You spat, seeing his eyes widen. "I can tell by the way you look at me, the way you hug me it just- it's all wrong! The only times I feel like you're really here is when you're imagining I'm her." Your voice was shaky, and you were on the verge of tears.

Jungwon's face was unreadable. "I thought I was over her. I really did." He started, "And you- you're so amazing. But you aren't her. And every single time I look at you, I just keep thinking about the way it was."

"So you thought you could just use me in place of her? That's fucked up, Jungwon! It's been a year, just get over it!"

"You don't think I'm trying, y/n?! You don't think it makes me feel guilty that every time I see you I wish it was her?" He yelled, frustrated.

Both of you went silent for a moment, and Jungwon immediately regretted what he just said. "Hey, babe- y/n, I didn't mean that. It's just-"

"You don't owe me an explanation, Jungwon." You said softly. You don't think you could've bared to look him in the eyes, so you just stared at the floor. "I think you should go."

He didn't argue with you, instead he just walked out. You weren't sure when he would come back or what you would say to him if he did, but you didn't really want to think about that right now.

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[chaoticparker]

Sleep

Peter Parker x reader

summary: You overexert yourself studying, and peter just wants to help out

(this was a request but i accidentally deleted the ask 😭)

warnings: one innuendo

w/c: 2.8k

masterlist

You walked up your stairs and down the hallway to your apartment, fumbling while trying to find your key. Your eyes drooped as you opened the door and were met with a cold chill causing you to shiver, but you brushed it off and walked into your room. You sat your bag down and brought out your computer and notebook, placing them on the desk. You had just got back from the campus library that was supposed to be open 24/7, but apparently even they have to close for some reason. So now you're stuck having to study for your class in your own home.

You only had one test to study for—a quiz that your professor so graciously implied—then you could sleep for as long as you would like.

“Y/n? What are you doing? It's after midnight, ” Peter called from climbing through the window. Taking off his mask and pressing the spider emblem on his suit making it fall off. A usual occurrence, but watching you sitting up at your desk is a new thing at this time of night. Normally you are reading or on your phone, or maybe even sleep depending on your day; but you were always in your bed.

“I’m doing some late night studying for my test tomorrow.” You answered. “Have a shower and then I’ll meet you in bed in a little.” You promised as you wrote down notes from a video you were watching.

Peter just nodded as he walked over to the dresser and took out a fresh pair of boxers, then walked over to you and kissed your cheek before heading to the bathroom. You heard the shower turn on and then went back to focusing on the video. Writing down any information that may be useful for the test.

You’ve spent the whole day studying for the exam, and honestly it felt as though you couldn’t recall a single piece of information. Everything felt like it went in one ear then out the other and you couldn’t risk not doing well, not if your professor keeps surprising quizzes on you.

So staying up all night seemed like the perfect solution.

It's not something that you were unused to. You’ve had your fair share of sleepless nights, working on caffeinated drinks and doing your best not to think about how tired you are during the day. Some of your dates with Peter even consisted of studying and coffee.

You didn’t even realize when the shower stopped, too engulfed into your work and writing notes. “Hey, are you sure you’re gonna be okay? You should probably go to bed.” Peter's voice caused you to jump. You paused the video and spun in the chair to face Peter. He didn’t look too beat up from patrol tonight. He didn’t need any stitching or medical help which was always a good sign, although he did have a small dark purple bruise on his lower stomach that would probably be gone by morning.

“I’m fine Peter, I just need to know a couple more stuff then I’ll be done. You go ahead and sleep though.” You responded, about to spin back to face the desk but Peter’s arm on the chair prevented you from doing so. “What?”

“Love, you need to go to bed, you're stressing too much and it can’t be healthy.” His hand reached down to your arm as he lightly tried to pull you up. But you were too stubborn.

“Peter, how many times have I let you stay up at the lab or out on patrol, or what about your tests last week, hm? I let you stay up cramming.” You pointed out. “So why can’t I?”

Peter gave a heavy sigh then leaded in and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips. “Fine, but please don’t stress yourself out even more. You’re already smart, and some test doesn't determine that.”

“Awe, Pete.” You cupped his cheek with your hand and he leaned into it, smiling and putting his hand to cover yours. “I won't, don’t worry.”

“I’ll always worry.” Peter admitted, causing you to sarcastically roll your eyes but his little comment made your heart flutter. You knew Peter would always worry about you--not to mention you always worried about him when he was on his missions. You let go of Peter and spun back to the desk. You heard Peter shuffle under the covers. Normally after patrol he passes out right away. But tonight you noticed he took a little longer to fall asleep. He kept moving back and forth, switching from laying on his back, then on his stomach, and then on both of his sides. Eventually, though, he must’ve been able to fall asleep; you heard soft snores and saw his stomach going up and down.

Turning your attention back to your studies, you resumed your earlier position and got back into your studying groove. Pausing and starting the video over and over again, writing down your notes in your notebook. After your video ended you looked down to your notes and tried to make sense of them but you had no luck. Your handwriting was illegible, even with your own eyes. You sighed and tried to recall any information from the video but it was no use. You were completely blanking on everything. You restarted the video and turned to the new page, throwing out your old pen that is now empty and grabbing a new one. You leaned back in the chair and started rewriting your notes.

The video was long enough for the sun to rise before it finished. You were barely keeping yourself together. Constantly pausing it and slowly writing down the same notes which you swore you already wrote, your eyes were barely able to stay open for long.

Peter groaned and reached his arm out in your bed in search of you, trying his best to snuggle closer to you or pull you closer to his chest. But when he found nothing but your soft pillows and cold bed sheets, he lifted himself up by his arms, trying to find if you're here with sleep filled eyes. But when he didn’t find you snuggling next to you, he started to panic.

He threw himself off the bed which caused him to take a tumble and face plant onto the ground. He hoisted himself up and saw you sitting at your desk, video still playing, and your eyes closed. He meekly smiled at the sight of you, he was glad you were sleeping, but he doubts you’ve gotten much.

The position looked painful, your neck was landing on your shoulder that Peter was sure going to leave you with an ache. He walked up to you and kissed your forehead, trying to calmly wake you up. But when that didn’t work he pursed his lips, a little annoyed but still persistent. He lifted up your hand and kissed your knuckle, still no response.

He huffed and just started poking your cheek, doing it until you started groaning slightly moving. “Good morning my love.” Peter smiled and kissed you on the corner of your lips.

You grumbled and stretched your arms, blinking and trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes. You smiled when you saw Peter but then groaned again when the crick in your neck that made sure you were definitely awake. Peter immediately noticed and supported your head by cupping your jaw.

“Good morning Petey.” You leaned forward and kissed Peter on the lips. “What time is it?” You groggily asked, running your hand through his soft curls that always make him look adorable.

“Hmm,” Peter hummed and checked your computer screen for the time. “Nine in the morning. Now, I wanted to make some pancakes-”

“NINE?!” You jumped out of the chair and went to your closet. You quickly put on a sweatshirt overtop of your short-sleeve top you were wearing and came back out, grabbing your school bag and putting in your laptop and phone. “My test is in a few. Today at your place, right?” You asked as you put your shoes on, balancing yourself using the wall.

“Yeah, but are you sure you are up to it?” Peter asked. “I don’t think you got a lot of sleep last night, and it’s not a problem to do date night here or to not have date night at all.”

“I’m fine, I just really have to get to class.” You rushed out the door before Peter could protest. He let out a heavy sigh, knowing full well that there isn’t much use running out and stopping you. All he could do was be there when you would undoubtedly be half-asleep after the test.

So, he got to planning.

The next hour and a half, Peter was planning what you would do when your test was over. And after everything was set up, he went to pick you up.

And when he says pick you up, he means literally.

Putting on the spidey suit, he jumped out his bedroom window and into New York. The city’s loud noises filled his senses, but with being able to take a quick deep breath he was able to focus on the more important things: the annoying itch on the back of his head that wasn’t going away, trying to avoid the thrill-seeking birds that always flew a little too close to him, and you, of course. You definitely are the most important, but he didn’t want to pick you up with bird residue on his suit. He tried once, but you insisted on walking home while calling him with your phone to give him an earful on how he should clean the damn suit.

You sighed as you turned in your exam at the professor's desk, making sure he heard the annoyance in your sigh. You exited the lecture room, pulling out your phone so you could tell Peter you were on your way over to his place. Once the text was sent you pushed the heavy door open and was met with a cold draft in the air, then a rush of cold air.

You clenched your fists on Peter's shoulders, slightly pinching him as a small punishment for not letting you know about his plans. You had your legs wrapped around his waist and his left arm was supporting you, giving you a hug and pushing you a little closer to him.

You never expected that this type of air travel to be as pleasant as what it is. It was terrifying at first—and sometimes when you get picked up by surprise—but as Peter took you on little dates on roof tops more and more, you got used to it. It was quite a thrill, feeling the air rush in your face would be such a calming yet exciting feeling.

When Peter arrived at his fire escape, he started to hold your bridal style. He carried you in through the window and put your bag on the ground. Peter took off his mask and kissed you lightly, a small peck on your lips. It made your heart flutter more than any swing through the city ever could.

“I planned a little something.” Peter smiled cheekily. Just standing there, having that loving look in his eye… it made you go crazy for him, or as crazy as you could go while being half asleep and practically brain dead from all of the cramming.

But you weren’t sure how much you were up to for tonight.

Peter slowly dropped your legs but still had one of his arms wrapped around your shoulder, allowing you to lean into him and hold you close, while also allowing you to admire his work. His work being a clean room aside from the candles and flowers that littered the room, but more specifically, his bed.

Now, Peter isn’t the one to imply things, per say; and he's also pretty good at reading people's emotions, so you were just confused on why he would think this is something you would want to do now, after being up for too long and exerting too much of your energy into one fucking test.

“Hey Pete, I’m not sure if I’m up for anything really, if I’m honest I’m having trouble just keeping my eyes open.” You told him while stifling a yawn.

You looked up on him and he had a raised eyebrow. “I know… that’s why I did this.” He gestured to the neatly made bed and smiled proudly. “I knew you probably didn’t want to go out for that walk and picnic in central park like we planned.”

“Pete, I don’t really want to do this now.” You yawned this time, not being able to hold it in and you rubbed your eyes too.

“What do you mean ‘this’?” Peter asked, slowly guiding you to the bed to sit on while pressing the spider symbol on his suit, causing it to fall off. He headed over to the bedside table and picked up the lighter, carefully starting to light the candles. “I thought it's what you've been wanting to do all day.”

“I don’t really want to have sex and I kinda wanna take a nap on your bed cause your bed is really comfy-”

“What?!” Peter jumped up, nearly dropping the lighter that was still on. “I-I wanted to take a nap with you ‘cause you were tired and I was worried about you! I don’t want...that now--I kinda just want to cuddle with you since we couldn’t last night.”

Now that sounded more like Peter. But you were still confused about everything he was saying and doing. “Then what's with the cheesy room?”

“You like rose petals and the candles are the ones you said were your favorite.” Peter held up one of the candles. “We got a ton last year from that sale from Bath and Body works, and you didn’t have enough storage for all of them so I took some and I figured I’d use them now and light them so it looks all romantic an--oh.”

Peter had a look of terror on his face, his eyebrows scrunched and his teeth gritted a little, almost like he was cringing at himself. “Did it just hit you?”

“Yeah. B-but I promise that was never my intention-”

“Pete I know, I know.” You stood up and took the candle from him, placing it on the bedside table. You gave him a soft peck and held his hands. “But how did you not see it before?” You lightly laughed, causing Peter to do so too.

“I think I was trying to sort everything out before your test ended and I got a little blindsighted.” He sighed and put his head in the crook of your neck, trying to avoid looking at you from embarrassment.

Peter smiled and gave you a quick kiss on the neck, regaining his confidence. It was you after all. He doesn’t need to feel flustered like that when he’s with you. “I wanted to do something for you. You’ve been so stressed out and I just wanted everything to be perfect.”

“But Pete everything is perfect when I’m with you.” You smiled and ended up holding him a little closer. “I was just confused because you also started to strip in front of me-”

“Can we take that nap now?” Peter asked, not wanting to go into how oblivious he was anymore. You nodded and quickly went to change out of your clothes that you’ve been wearing for far too long. Peter tucked himself in bed in just his boxers--why he so nonchalantly took off his suit without any indication of getting clothes--and pleasantly waited for you.

He thought it was weird to be in love, the way he didn’t even need to think about what to do with your tiresome behavior and just knew, granted, he could have presented it a bit better but still--it counts. It was intimacy he craved ever since he met you; the stolen glances, the wishing that your hands would brush up against his again, the way he would visit you at the end of patrol just to talk to you.

Now he can do all of that.

He can look at you with admiration in his eyes as he is just bewildered by you. Not only in the way you look but the way you hold yourself, so effortlessly you. He can hold your hand at any time whether it’s on the streets of New York or at one of your places, simply snuggling on the couch and watching a movie. He can come to yours and even stay over if you were okay with it after patrols. It helps to get those dark thoughts out, just spending time with you, knowing that you’re okay.

You came out of the bathroom in one of Peter's tops and flopped yourself onto your side of the bed. Peter wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer, a perk of the spiderbite, and held you close.

You sighed contently as you let your eyes drop and be engulfed by the warmth that was Peter. “I got a coupon for that place with the good dumplings if you want me to pick some up later?”

Snuggling a little closer you smiled. “That sounds real nice, Pete.”

“Good, and I was thinking about also getting some of their potstickers too—but if I’m honest I don’t really know the difference between dumping and potstickers—”

“Pete?” You struggled a bit away from him to get a better look at him.

“Yeah, lovebug?”

“I love you, but please shut up.” You said in a soft voice, kissing his nose lightly, then resting back onto the bed.

“Yeah, okay. Love you, too.”

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Can you please explain what you meant by their being evidence that Lancelot and Merlin lived together for a year??? I am very interested 👀👀👀

Fuck yes bro here we gooooo

Fair warning can’t promise this will be coherent and there WILL be straw grasping 🤣

Okie dokie we begin as does everything important with 1x05

So Lance lives with Merlin and Gaius for the entirety of his stay; indeed I'm pretty sure Gaius adopts him, he starts doing the proud father in law smile after Lance gets knighted

And of course Merlin and Lance share a room. With the one single bed. You know where I'm going with this.

Look I personally think they just kissed but you really can’t have two people emerge messy haired from a room with one (SINGLE) bed muttering about how hungover they are without Implications

We shall skip through 2x04 bc Lance is terribly emo during that and we get like one good interaction

And thus we reach 3x13, where Merlin very casually reveals he's sent a message to Lancelot.

And a deleted scene where Lance asks 'how did you know I was still in Haldur?’ (sadly not Ealdor, though can you imagine) confirms that they've been corresponding before this, probably with long, romantic letters ok so this is basically why Mercelot is canon what did you expect

And of course later on they display their fondness for sleeping next to each other and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes again what did you expect

Okkkk now we get to s4. The crux of the matter.

In 4x01 Merlin faints and Lance goes ballistic (and is the only one to (???????)). He's like holy fuck is he going to be ok and Gaius is like go get him some more blankets.

We see Merlin coming out of his room wrapped in the blanket from his bed so presumably Lance hasn't come back yet. And when he does to a traumatised, exhausted and freezing Merlin, what is he just gonna leave? In what universe- I think the fuck not aaaaan idk where I’m going with this I got sidetracked but but I guess I’m saying he’s very comfortable in Merlin’s home idk man i never promised coherency

And then, 4x02.

HE JUST ROLLS STRAIGHT OVER there is no way his brain has had time to remember the current situation he's just that used to sleeping next to Merlin and that unused to not waking up to him beside him.

You literally watch him go from asleep to morning Merlin :) to FUCK FUCK MERLIN WHERE’S MY MERLIN GONE in about 0.2 seconds. Plus he gave him his cloak which ofc he did but 🥺🥺🥺🥺

And then we have the piece de resistance - S04E09 Lancelot Du Lac. That's right people that stupid shitty episode does have a purpose 

✨'You can have my bed'✨

There is no way on this planet that Arthur would not give his favourite knight who's just returned from sacrificing his life for Camelot the best damn guest chambers in Camelot, hell they probably haven't yet occupied his old chambers.... if he had them.

And Mr Sexy Shade wouldn't know shit about that bc Morgana didn't so Merlin must've gone ‘don't be ridiculous Lance you're coming home with me Gaius is making your favourite’ and Shade must've thought ‘I had no idea I was so... settled is there a kid I need to know about?’ (yes there is - Aithusa (thanks @sneakyboymerlin for that 😭))

'You can have my bed' was a test. Merls already suspected something was up read my fic and as soon as Lancelot politely declined he really knew something was up and started mentioning his magic and being generally colder towards him cos that ain’t Lancelot

Tldr: Lancelot stayed in Merlin’s room every other time he was in Camelot and was very comfortable in Merlin’s home and also there was only one bed

So in conclusion

Yes. Merlin and Lancelot lived together for a year. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

#i swear i tried to make it halfway readable 🤣 #bbc merlin #merlin x lancelot #mercelot #merlin emrys #lancelot #merlin rambles #mine #ask #thank you for the ask! <3