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irndad · 1 year

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hi im back! okey so def can see spencer still wanting to hug and snuggle with you even when fighting or mad at each other. he even gets genuinely ??? confused ??? when you try to sleep on the couch instead of in bed at night. he holds you and either reader or him is like "i know we are snuggling right now but i am still super pissed off at you." lol i can just see it. he may be petty when mad but he wont stop trying to touch you bc its a biological need of his and no argument is more important than needing you 🥺

enjoy this I did it very fast!!!! ily

He knows he’s not easy to be with sometimes. She would never say it, but it’s true. He doesn’t always get the jokes, sometimes pushes things too far and without even knowing it the ground gets pulled out from under him.

And sleep- Sleep is so complicated. The memory of the first time she slept in his bed is etched into a place he could never erase. Spencer had always had trouble sleeping, either fear or alertness plaguing him into the late hours of the night. He used to lie awake, the kind of exhausted that feels like it’s seeping out of your bones, while constantly facts he’d unwittingly memorized about how sleep deprivation can cause brain damage.

But then she’d come into his life. All soft words and gentle disposition, and there really is something magic about the way that everything just dissipates when her warm, soft body curves into his own. He’s slept well almost every night since.

Except today, she isn’t coming to bed.

It’s his fault, and he knows it. He wasn’t being fair. She hadn’t seen him for two weeks (and he hadn’t slept nearly enough without the weight of her form beside him since the last time he saw her) and she’d said that she wanted to be prioritized more.

“I haven’t seen you in weeks, Spence!”

His head was killing him. Was it actually possible, for a headache to kill you? Her voice is audibly upset, and it’s alarming how he could be the cause of it.

“Please,” he had said through labored effort, “Can we talk about this later?”

“When would you like to talk about it? Because I don’t ever know if you’re leaving-“

“Do you even know what it is that I do? That it’s not a choice for me to go? I have to do this. I can’t pick and choose and honestly, I don’t want to. If you don’t get that, we’re not doing what I thought we were doing.”

It sounds foreign, his own voice. And it’s after he’s said it that the sick taste reaches his throat because oh, that means the end. Her lovely face is unreadable for a brief moment, before something like grief splays over her expression.

It’s silent for a beat, and Spencer wishes he could swallow the words back up, rewind his life like a battered VHS tape where he’s not so stupid to mess up the one thing that’s ever brought him peace.

“You’re not yourself, Spencer. I’m gonna give you a minute.”

A minute, it turns out, is hours in the living room. She hadn’t left, thank fucking god, but she hadn’t come back. Of course she hadn’t. She wasn’t the one who needed to apologize.

He’s just so tired.

He thinks of her so-sweet voice, the curve of cheek- the junction of her neck and shoulder, and how much he would like to have her pressed against him. He pads out into the living room like a nervous puppy, and sees her sleeping on the olive green couch she had picked out. Her hair was splayed across the arm of the sofa, and her head laid on a throw pillow, their fuzziest blanket draped across her form.

His first thought is how low he’s dropped, that he’s jealous of a blanket.

His second his that she is not coming to bed. He sits beside her gingerly, and the scent of her body wash lingers in the air.

“Are you planning on coming to bed?”

“I didn’t think you’d want me to.” He can tell she wants to sound cold, but the truth is much worse; she sounds guarded.

“I always want you to.” It’s the most honest thing he’s said today, and it’s just not fair, how much he revolves around her. How he has waited 14 days, 13 hours and 34 minutes to hold her again and managed to ruin it within the first 20 minutes of having seen her again. He grabs her hand, soft and pliant against his in a way that almost makes his heart leap. “Please? Come to bed?”

Her gaze softens, the warmth and light that guides him back in her eyes, and he hopes his relief isn’t too visible. It’s then that she drinks him in. It feels too revealing like she can see right through him. His clothes are old. He’d rushed off the jet to see her, and the half moon circles under his eyes only lend to the unimpressive picture of himself.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she breathes, touching the side of his face. He instantly leans into it, the contact more than he’d be willing to give up to save his dignity. “Come here.”

She wraps her arms around him, and he pulls her into his lap, squeezing her tight to his chest, like she might disappear.

“I’m still mad at you,” she says, looking at him with such affection it betrays her words.

“That’s okay,” he says into her collarbone, “As long as I still have you.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds fanfic

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k3rm1e · 3 years

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hiihi !! ive been loving all the stuuf yoube been wirting latley its so good :^D i ws wondering if i ciuld have some hcs ,or just a onrshot either or i dont mind, of reader geeting sick and mumza nd dadza take care of them ?? bc i lovr mr and mrs minecraft <33 liek like reader like "ahh im finr mr minecraft" and they have 102° fever Nd have a runny nose and mr minecatft is liek "mmm no i dont thnik so m8" nd yaeh !! they/them pronouns but i thnk uve benn doing that arleady - :^) anon

sickly

:^) anon my beloved;;;;; i love your brain. this could go two ways depending on whether you’re staying with phil or if you guys are online so i went with your staying with him. i also did a one shot but if you want hcs i hv no problem writing some :) i hope this is good!

cw: cursing

mumza and dadza take care of you:

it had finally happened. while covid wasn't fully over just yet, many had gotten the vaccine and conventions were opening up again. which meant two things: meetups and twitchcon. finally, you could meet some of your supporters and see your friends.

“mom, are we almost there?” your mom was driving you to the airbnb you’d be staying at with a few of the other dream smp members. at first, you assumed you’d all be staying in separate hotel rooms. but, this way, you could spend more time with friends, save money, and your mom wouldn’t have to be with you the whole time. there had already been many long conversations between philza and your mom to make sure you’d be safe staying with everyone.

“yes, sweetie. almost there. we’re just two minutes closter than when you asked earlier.” ok, sue you, maybe you were a bit excited. but really, who could blame you? making in person friends had never been easiest, so the majority of your friendship were with people online. not being able to see or meet anyone for so long had been excruciatingly painful.

within ten minutes, you had finally arrived at the airbnb. quickly jumping out you ran to the door, obnoxiously ringing the doorbell. through the door, you heard an accented voice yell out, “i’m coming, i’m coming!”. at this point you were springing up and down on your tippy-toes, ready to spring out of your skin.

the door opened and you were greeted by a very tired and annoyed looking wilbur, “hello?”.

` “WILBURRRR!!!” you were screaming in his face (unintentionally), waking him up from his drowsiness. you launched yourself in his arms, not paying attention to your mother’s bewildered expression. you quickly let go of him and shoved past him, “i’m gonna go say hi to everyone!” distantly you heard wilbur begin to talk to your mother, explaining what you guys were doing.

while running around you said hi to tommy, tubbo, ranboo, eret, fundy, niki, techno, phil and kristin. the others were either staying in another airbnb or in their own hotel rooms. after about thirty minutes, wilbur had finally stopped talking to your mom.

“yes, ma’am. i can promise you they’ll be completely safe. you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” wilbur was calmly talking with your mother, looking more and more tired by the minute.

“alright. thank you.” your mother called you over. “come give me a hug and say bye!” slowly dragging your limbs over, you let her hug you. behind you you could hear wilbur and phil laughing at you.

“bye mom…” she was holding onto you tightly, petting down your hair.

“oh, sweetie, i love you so much. i’m so happy you found something you're passionate about and made so many lovely friends while doing so.” as much as you loved your mom, the small snickers behind you were getting quite embarrassing. you could hear that tommy had joined in on the laughing.

“... i love you too, mom. can you let go now?” you tried pulling back, but all she did was pull you closer.

“oh, but i just don’t wanna let you go. i love you so much, you know that right?”

“i know, mom. i love you too. but you’ve gotta get home and i have to unpack and get ready for meeting with fans tomorrow.” you finally got her to pull away, “i love you mom, okay? thank you for letting me do this.”

“oh, i love you too, sweetie.” and with that, your mom left. after watching her pull out of the driveway and down the street, you whipped around.

“not. a. single. word.” you stared dead in the boy’s eyes, seeing just how much wilbur was about to burst out laughing.

“what? personally, i think it’s very sweet.” tommy was smiling, purposely pissing you off. “so sweet, how much your mom loves you.”

“shut your fucking mouth, tommy.” you stared deadpan at him and began walking inside and over to the kitchen.

“what? i didn’t say anything wrong! i was just simply commenting on your very, very sweet relationship with your mother.”

kristin moved forward to talk to you, “for what it’s worth, i do thing you hae a very sweet relationship with your mom.”

“thank you. you’re the only good one in this house, kristin minecraft.” with that she laughed, and you all continued on with your evening. after staying up late watching old youtube videos, you all went to bed. in the morning you would have your first day of three at twitchcon, meeting fans and other creators alike.

for around 10 hours, you stood in booths signing fanart, prints, notebooks, and the like. meeting so many different people was eye opening, just learning who supported you. at the end of the day everyone went to a restaurant to eat dinner after so long.

“this food… is so… fucking good.”

“agreed.” you and the rest of the so-called ‘bench trio’ were eating at what wilbur had deemed the ‘kiddy table’. after eating so much food you were all tired. the rest of your friends had already left, walking back to the airbnb. when it was finally time to leave the restaurant, it was pouring rain.

“WHY IS THE RAIN SO COLD IT’S LITERALLY SUMMER”

after running home you had gone to sleep while the others had changed and taken showers. after sleeping for around ten hours, you had finally woken up. frankly, you felt like dogshit. you could barely breathe out of your stuffy nose and your head felt like it had been shoved full of wet cotton balls.

instead of staying in bed, you got up and tried to get ready. on the way downstairs to get food and see who was making so much noise, you fell face first down the stairs. “owwwww…”

hearing a ruckus, phil and kristin left the kitchen, where they were making pancakes. “holy shit! are you alright, mate?”

pushing phil over, kristin walked over to you, “obviously they’re not okay phil! the poor kid is lying on the floor.”

slowly getting up, you try to reassure both of them that you’re okay. “no, no, no, don’t worry. i am perfectly okay.” while you don’t know exactly how you sound, based on the expression on phil’s face, you don't think you sound very good.

“uh, yeah, how about no. you sound like you’ve draken a whale bottle of vodka.” phil walked over to you and grabbed you by the arm, trying to hold you up.

“i’m fineeee”

“no, your fucking not. you’re burning up.” phil looked at you, angrily. “you need to go to bed.”

“but i don’t wannaaaaa. i feel fineeee.” you felt like crying, for absolutely no reason. with that, you passed out on the floor.

phil and kristin somehow managed to get you back up the stairs and into bed. once you were safely in your room, with no risk of cracking your skull open, phil took your temperature. “mate, your temperature is at nearly 102°. you’re lucky i don’t take you to a hospital.” he started at you, disapprovingly.

“i’m sorryyyyy dadza. are you mad at me?” in your deluded state you pouted at him, like a child.

“no, i’m not mad at you. just disappointed. you should’ve known not to do that. you’re old enough to know when you’re sick.” he stared at you with a disapproving look.

“but that’s even worseeeeee” you felt like balling your eyes out. out of embarrassment, you tried to hide under your blanket. “can you tell mumza i’m sorry for worrying her?”

above you, you heard phil laugh. “it’s not that big a deal, kid. i’m just upset. you could’ve seriously hurt yourself. i was worried.”

“you were worried about me? awwwww, i love you too dadza.” you moved your head out of the blankets, smiling at him with dried tears and sweat on your face.

“yeah, yeah. now shut up and go to bed.”

kristin walked in, hearing what he said. “phil, don’t bully the kid. they already feel like shit.” out of the corner of your eye, you saw her look over to phil and smile at him.

“i’m not doing anything, swear on my life!” he put his hands up in defense of himself, making you laugh.

turning away from him, she directed her next question towards you. “how you feeling, kid? took quite a tumble there.” she smiled at you and ushed your hair out of your face.

“i’m sorry for worrying youuuuuu. i love you, mumza. promise.”

laughing, she leaned down to kiss you on the head. “love you too, kid. now, want me to sit with you and we can all watch some netflix or something?”

you silently nodded and the two of them joined you on the bed, not caring very much if they got sick. after not even an hour, you all passed out.

a few hours later, everyone returned back from the convention. let’s just say wilbur now had some very valuable blackmail.

hope you like it! this was so wholesome i- wfowcsjvri

i want parents like dadza and mumza now

#:^) anon #mcyt x reader #philza x reader #mumza x reader #is that a tag?#idk

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janetbrown711 · 3 years

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The Warners and Angelina the First

sooooooo- somebody asked me how i thought Angelina the First (my version) and the Warners would get along in my little au of Wakko’s Wish. However, I do have her dead before Angelina the Second and William are even married (her death is the reason why they’re allowed to get married, after all), but it did get me thinking about an AU of sorts- an AU in an AU if you will.

For the moment I’ll just be referring it as the “Angelina the First Lives AU” (not to be confused with @madelynartz ‘s Angelina Lives AU). If anyone comes up with a better idea, I’ll update the post with a better title, but for now the hour is late and my brain is very full of angsty and over the top dramatic ideas I must release onto the public.

For simplicities sake, I’ll be reffering to them as Angelina 1, Lena, and Dot

Before I start though, I must thank @madelynartz and @imbeccablee bc they helped bounce off ideas and stuff so yeah ^^

Trigger warning for a lot, a lot of abuse

So the way this would work is if Angelina 1 never got ill, and as the likelihood of Lena being forced to marry a suitor was growing stronger and stronger, her and William decided to elope so that wouldn’t happen.

The conversation went something like “boom, divorce is forbidden for royals, I’m no longer ‘pure’ by your and societies stupid standards, and I’m already with child- suck it mom”

As you can imagine, Angelina 1 didn’t take that well, and was outraged, abuses the frick out of her, and locks Lena away for at least a month (William joins her later)

Lena and William did genuinely consider running away several times, but Lena knew she was too recognizable, and a bounty would be placed for her safe return, but not William’s and he’d be more likely to be killed if they escaped than if they stayed- plus, being pregnant and running away is hard

Eventually Yakko was born, and Angelina 1 made it clear that she would be an influence and figure in his life, and that Lena and William had no say in the matter, or else.

So William and Lena did their best to teach him morals and how to be a decent person and never leave him alone, before Angelina 1 would swoop in and teach him what she thought made a good king

“A good isn’t so emotional” “A good king puts his people above all else” “A good king listens to and respects his elders”

For awhile, he didn’t know whether or not all of her advice and wisdom was good or bad, as it didn’t sound wrong to his impressionable ears

Yakko didn’t exactly like Angelina 1 per se, but since she was family, and he was taught to at least show common decency to people- even those he disliked- he did listen and never got mad at her

“Good- at least you’re a little bit smarter than your mother already”

Angelina 1 couldn’t have cared less when Wakko was born- however his “feral”ness and his clinginess to Yakko often got in the way of her “lessons”

One time, when Wakko was four, he got upset and raised his voice a little bit to talk over her, and she smacked him across the room

Yakko was furious, and bit Angelina 1 in anger and protectiveness over his little brother

This also forced Yakko to realize how awful his grandmother was, and how he was becoming a bad person, and after that he never gave her advice a chance ever again

Lena nearly went feral and full on attacked her mother when she heard that she hit Wakko, and William had to physically restrain her from going to kill her mother (not because he didn’t also want to kill her, but because he knew it was treason, and that Lena would have to be killed too)

Howevere, despite the fact that he fricken bit her, Angelina 1 doesn’t stop trying to shape Yakko into what she wants, and she just got crueler and more forceful with her lessons (however, they’re much less effective bc Yakko knows how much she sucks and refuses to listen and instead just sasses and “smart asses” her (like with Ms. Flamiel in canon)

She does try isolating him away from the rest of his family, but that never works, as he always found a way to escape and William would then protect him and make sure he made it out of his lessons alright (he is a knight after all)

Again, Angelina 1 didn’t really care when Dot was born, focusing her energy on trying to make Yakko listen to her by any means possible

Though she would refuse to call her Dot and would only call her Angelina 3, which Dot and Lena would loathe

I’m not quite sure what Angelina 1 would think of Dot outside of that, but I do imagine her trying to make her a proper lady, but Dot is very similar to her mother and has her infamous wit, and so she wouldn’t get far

However, Angelina 1 probably continued to try anyway, constantly pulling her away from playing with her brothers and giving her lessons in manners, which would irritate Lena and she and her mother would have long arguments about Dot which wouldn’t end pretty

At the end of the day though, they did have each other, and when Angelina 1 wasn’t around, they’d spend time together as a family, and the kids would often pretend they were over throwing the evil queen (which Angelina and William made sure they weren’t actually going to do- but didn’t discourage them from imagining-)

I’m not sure whether or not the assassination/attack on Warnerstock Castle would happen in this au, or whether or not Angelina 1 would die in that or if William and Lena would be the only ones to die in such attack, so I’m taking suggestions on that

My thoughts on if only their parents die, then the Warner sibs would be placed soley under their grandmother’s care and the protection they had with their parents would evaporate, and Yakko, Wakko and Dot would need to think of an escape plan bc they probs wouldn’t last long (sanely speaking) if they stayed.

If Angelina 1 also dies, then Wakko’s Wish continues on like normal, with added childhood trauma for fun

So... yeah

I probably left things out, but these are my main thoughts. I might add more, who knows.

If you’re going to request fics in this seperate universe, I humbly request you specify so in your ask, please and thank you ^^

#animaniacs #wakko's wish #queen angelina warner #sir william the good #yakko wakko and dot #yakko wakko and dot's parents #queen angelina the first #angst #feels #angelina the first lives au #animaniacs au #do I know why I did this?#no #tbh i was in my feels #there was no escape until i made a post

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dirt-cup-draco · 4 years

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Sirius x Reader- Everyone But Me

Can u please do young!sirius x reader in which the reader is friends with Lily and the marauders. And in an attempt to try and see if Lily has any feelings for James, u flirt with James. And James being James goes along with it, also bc he knows Sirius likes u and he thinks it’s funny. Which does in fact not only make Lily jealous but also Sirius. Could the reader also be mega bffs with Rem please? I’m just a slut for jealous Sirius. I’m glad ur feeling better, I love you pumpkin

“I can’t believe you!” You giggled, head resting in the crook of Remus’ neck as you lost your composure. The marauders were devilish on and off the quidditch pitch and you weren’t going to tell anyone that peter had been muttering curses underneath his breath to throw off the Slytherin seeker while James worked on winning the game.

“It was harmless, really, we would’ve won the game regardless,” Sirius chimed in, tossing his arm around you and pulling you from Remus’ side into his own as he fought back the small twang of jealousy he felt. He knew that Remus had his eye on that McKinnon girl that Lily was so fond of but he couldn’t help it. He loved that you were close with everybody he cared about. Sirius couldn’t ever fall for someone who wouldn’t give his friends a chance, but he also felt fear.

Fear that he wasn’t good enough in comparison to them. Remus was kindhearted and intelligent, possessing a calm and intelligence that Sirius thought he’d never have. Peter was in his head but he had good intentions and was cute, Sirius didn’t pull off cute well- in his own opinion that was. And then there was James Potter. James, his best friend and the golden boy of gryffindor.

Which brought him to the whomping willow, hours later, back pressed against the dusty planks within the tree. When it wasn’t being used as a safe haven for Remus during the full moon it was a nice place for them to meet up and spend hours getting up to no good and enjoying their youth. You were all sat in a circle, you sitting directly between Remus and James, Sirius across from you.

It was a miracle you hadn’t noticed that his eyes had been trained on you since the second you had arrived with a smug smile and firewhisky tucked behind your back to share.

It was a miracle that Sirius didn’t notice the sly look you sent Lily’s way. You had a gleam in your eye and you finished off the cup of firewhisky you had in your hand, just enjoying the pleasant warmth that had spread through you. It was late and the whomping willow wasn’t the warmest of places as October reached its midpoint.

“So James, brilliant play today,” You cooed, changing the subject so the focus was on James and James alone. Sirius felt sick but watched in curiosity.

“Course it was,” James laughed but smiled back, sending a long look to Sirius, assessing him. Sirius was too stuck in his own mind to realize that he was being studied, he didn’t realize that to James the jealousy was clear.

You watched Lily similarly, finding the way that her expression soured as she watched you, her own jealousy beaming through. Remus watched in amusement. Sirius and Lily were quite possibly the two most emotionally constipated people he had ever met in his life.

James looked to you for a moment and your lips split into a wide grin, you winked, you actually bloody winked! Sirius felt disturbed but mainly disheartened. He didn’t like watching you express interest in James, he wanted it to be him regardless what James might feel towards you. Which seemed to be similar to your own feelings as he winked back.

“I did it of course, for you dear Y/N,” James nearly laughed at the painful flirt that made it way past his lips. It was like trying to flirt with his sister, awkard and unnatural. You two had been stuck on a bet of sorts recently. James was adamant that Sirius was head over heels for you and you were certain Lily was begging the universe for James to make the first move, just so she didn’t have to lose her Evans pride by asking him first.

You set your hand on James’ thigh as you talked, both egging on the other teens in the room that you fancied. It seemed to be too much for Sirius though as he hopped up from his reclined and faux relaxed position.

“I’ve got to go,” Was all he said before he was running out. Peter looked at you all with shame and Remus snorted, hand held open for James to drop nearly a galleon’s worth of sickles into his waiting palm. Lily raised her brow in question as Marlene sipped at the firewhisky, soaking up the drama.

“On you go then,” James directed, head jerking towards the entrance.

You chewed your lip pensively. “I still don’t think you’re right,”

“Our plan went just like we thought it would so what are you waiting for?” James asked and Lily’s mouth opened to ask but Remus shot her a look that told her she would be finding out very soon.

“If you’re wrong-” You argued, nervous that Sirius wouldn’t feel the same. What if he did but didn’t now that you had been cruel? Jealousy was a feeling that tied your stomach in knots and made your heart feel like a concrete weight in your chest. If Sirius was feeling anything like that then you didn’t doubt he would be cross with your little game.

“He’s not,” Remus reassured, hand warm on your back as he sent you an encouraging smile. “Sirius is mad for you, so go to him already.”

You finally nodded, brushing the dust from your jeans as you chased after the boy that you hadn’t had the guts to tell how you felt without playing childish games. You hoped he wasn’t too upset.

“Hey,” Your voice drifted on the icy breeze, features distorted by the moon’s light being broken up through the clouds above and Sirius froze in his tracks that had been leading anywhere that wasn’t near the whomping willow. “You left pretty quick,”

You stood a few feet behind him with a perfect smile on your face, concerned about him. He cracked his own smile but if felt cheap and brittle. “Just needed some air, drank too much probably,”

“You didn’t touch the firewhisky all night,” You pointed out and Sirius watched you intently.

“Guess not,” He shrugged lamely, not offering any explanation as to why he was lying to you. You understood he was hurt, or at least feeling inadequate, and it was up to you to make the first step.

“Want to talk about it?” You asked, not quite sure what to do now.

“Nothing to talk about,” He couldn’t help the bitter tone. Why tell you how he felt when you clearly fancied James? Why else would you be all over his friend? But... that begged another question. Why were you here and not with James when you had both seemed to be enjoying each other’s flirting?

“Alright then,” You said, smile stiff but you didn’t seem deterred as you grabbed Sirius’ hand in yours. “If you don’t have something to say, then I do. I’m sorry,” You opened your mouth to say more but it seemed stuck in your throat.

Sirius could feel your palm, sweaty against his own as you struggled for words. “You’re sorry?” He prompted, not sure why you were apologizing. Your cheeks were red but he chalked it up the buzz and the chill in the air that was pricking at his own skin and undoubtedly battling the sweater you wore and winning. You shivered.

“I’m sorry for being an idiot, I didnt mean to make you jealous-”

“I wasn’t jealous!” Sirius immediately squeaked, face hot.

You laughed. Sirius winced.

“Whatever you and James are it’s cool, I’m not jealous,” He defended again, shielding his own emotions from you. You were still laughing! Was this funny to you? Sirius tore his hand from yours, making his way back towards the school.

“Siri!” You sighed, realizing you once again had shared too little. “James and I aren’t anything! It was a trick, a prank, really! I was trying to get Lily to admit she liked James and he was doing the same to you.... Both of us are idiots,”

Sirius stood still once again but he was almost too nervous to face you as you caught back up to him. “What’s the point? Why make a mockery of us?”

“I-it wasn’t supposed to be that... I don’t want to mock you, I want you to know I like you, a lot,”

Sirius scoffed. “Funny way of showing it,” Yet, his defenses had fallen with that one blow. Y/N liked him? Surely she couldn’t mean it.

“I know,” You sighed, fingers intertwining with his once more as you tugged him to face you, his eyes darting around as he refused to make eye contact. He was trying to keep from looking hopeful in case this was still just one big joke.

“Why?” He asked.

“I told you silly, because I like you and I’m an idiot and-”

“No,” Sirius cut you off. “I mean, why me? Why not James? He’s- well he’s just better... Honestly, anyone would be better than me. I like you, oh merlin, I like you, Y/N-”

“But?” You encouraged.

“But you deserve better and anyone else would be a better match...” Sirius continued, trying to keep the hurt out of his tone. “I thought for a while you liked Remus and now James and I- Well I thought you liked everyone but me.”

To anyone that wasn’t you or the marauders, Sirius would sound indifferent as he admitted his own low self esteem. To you, however, you realized just how stupid it was to make Sirius sit in his self doubt to try and get him to say he liked you instead of just admitting it yourself.

“James is like my brother,” You wrinkled your nose in mock disgust. “I couldn’t ever feel that way about him! It’s always been you Sirius, I don’t care about anyone else the way I care about you. Remus is my best friend and James and Peter are like my annoying siblings, but that is all. You mean far more to me,”

Sirius blinked slowly. “But I’m-”

“Perfect,” You smiled. “In every way,”

Sirius felt like he’d been punched.

“So,” You blushed. “All that being said, would you do me the honor of letting me make up for my mistake and take you on a date?”

Sirius beamed, kissing your knuckles as he squeezed your hand in response. “How could I deny you the honor of going on a date with all this?” He motioned to himself, his false confidence blurring with real confidence as he tried to process that you actually liked him!

“Can I ask one thing though?” He chimed in after a moment of charged silence.

“Of course,” You let go of the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

“Please, never do that again,” Sirius laughed weakly.

You agreed and pulled him into a tight hug, only pulling away when the rest of your friends found you some odd minutes later, stuck in a cozy embrace.

That weekend, you and Sirius, as well as James and Lily, had a lovely double date. The kiss you’d given him after had told Sirius all he need to know. It was him and only him and had been for quite some time. All was well.

#sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #fluff #angst #ask #anon #anon ask #sirius black #sirius

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Murphy’s best friend and dating Raven

Raven Reyes x reader

warnings:

a/n: ah, yes, im in love with this woman but mostly bc i just relate her sm ahhhh, also FUCK canon i do what i want and this is only until like beginning of s5

prompt: anonymous: “Hiii i hope you havent closed the requests yet ! Could you write some headcanons for the 100 for being murphys best friend and dating raven ?”

murphy was a bit of a dick in the beginning, but you tolerated him

you actually had the best luck getting through to him during your time on the ground

“y/n, can you get murphy to shut the hell up and do some work, for god’s sake?”

“on it”

and when you met raven, he could see right through you

nothing but endless teasing from him

“you like her” *poking your side*

“cut it out, murphy!”

she was stuck in two love triangles, you, her and finn, then clark, finn and her

and there were plenty of obstacles between you and her

especially when you were taken to mount weather and she was left alone with murphy, who she ended up hating

and he nearly ruined your chances with her bc she hated him so much

murphy had to calm her down and explain something to her

“hey, y/n would kill me if they knew i told you this, but listen. they like you a lot, im serious. y/n is so jealous of finn, they think you deserve so much more than that. i hope to god that they’re okay right now because i want to see them be happy. and you dont have to like me, alright? just...if you can, give y/n a chance”

raven was thinking about that all the way until you escaped mt weather

when she was captured there, you flipped out trying to get her away from the doctors trying to hurt her

the second you both were free, she ran up to you and kissed you

it was unreal to you

“murphy told me everything”

“that son of a bitch! but, sweet! it all worked out...let’s get out of here”

the relationship was a bit tense at first since there was a bit of resentment towards murphy, but you understood why

and she didn’t hold anything towards you

soon, murphy left with jaha and placed a goodbye note in your room

raven had to console you after he was gone, you were hurt that he decided to leave you behind, but he wanted you and raven to be happy

and you were, you really were

“babe, gimme a kiss” *kiss raven on the cheek* “one more?” *kiss* “another?”

she was upset she hadn’t been with you sooner

helping her while she worked around camp jaha

“can you hold that part while i fix this, please?”

“god, you’re so hot when you’re covered in grease”

*chuckling* “just get over here, babe”

everyone making fun of your “honeymoon phase”

staying up late together and being all sweet and cuddly and shit

crawling on top of her and holding her hands while the two of you talked, it was a bit of a normalcy for you two

she’d go on and on for hours over her work and ideas she had

you enjoy her passion for her work

she got very angry sometimes though, but you always calmed her down with a long, passionate kiss and some gentle words

she loves having her back rubbed!

raven is no doubt The Big Spoon no i will not be taking constructive criticism

going on drives with her (to keep her company on missions) (and protect her bc u worry)

raven lies about how her leg feels, so you have to be real with her and make sure she doesn’t push herself too much

she gets aggravated but she understands you’re just looking out for her

when ALIE took ahold of her you lost it, you were so worried and everyone could see it

they had to hold you back from her bc they were scared she’d hurt you

when she was strapped to the bed at niylah’s, they made you stay in the other room because she was saying some...hurtful things

“bring y/n in here, i’ve got something to tell them. Y/N! I’LL NEVER LOVE YOU AS MUCH AS I LOVED FINN”

eek

crazy ass time trying to get her to snap out of it

but they did and she cried and apologized again and again

you obviously forgave her, you love her

yadda yadda ALIE got switched off and you found out that there was another apocalypse coming your way

murphy came back too!

“hey, hey, im so sorry i left you behind”

raven was mad at him for leaving (and shooting her)

“you really trust him again? just like that?”

“he’s my best friend, raven...”

her putting up w him for you

and having to brainstorm some contingencies

you and her worked best together

when you weren’t busy flirting

“raven, stop getting distracted, we gotta figure out how to survive!”

“sorry, i just cant concentrate when my significant other is right there and not kissing me”

u guys are so cute

blahhh blahhh blahhh while she was working in becca’s lab, you were setting the bunker up with murphy

“at least now you cant run away from me when this thing gets locked”

“oh, real funny”

*repaired friendship hug*

clarke pulling you aside and telling you raven hasn’t left the lab yet

the squad rushing there to save her, and ultimately deciding the only way you guys were surviving was if you went up

“think we can pull this off, babe?”

“are you kidding me? do you know who you’re talking to?”

that’s ur cocky gf u love so much

bam you did it and you had to start your new life on the ring

lots of relationship counseling with emori and murphy

she asked you about him a lot

“what was john like before he left skaikru?”

“the same as now, just a little meaner and less loyal”

raven and you had a pretty awesome time up there, you grew so much more closer and she even proposed!!!

“i dont have a ring but were living on one so does that count?”

murphy was gonna be your best man it was decided

and at least he was getting along with your girlfriend fiancée much better

fr tho you’d literally die for each other and thats the end of it mwah

taglist: @alwaysananglophile // @cullens-stuff //

#raven reyes x reader #raven reyes imagine #raven reyes #the 100 raven #the 100 x reader #the 100 imagine #the 100

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mydarling-suggestions · 3 years

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Ok so I sent my last one in on 12-21 and this one is being sent 12-22(his birthday). I'm not quite sure how much I said before but whatever imma just go for the events of the last couple of days. Not asking advice, just updating since you've been helping me :)

Yesterday, I texted him asking him if he was doing anything for his birthday today because one of our friends was trying to plan something for his birthday and he told me that his mom was probably planning something out, he couldn't do anything today for sure. So I asked him to go to birthday dinner, wherever he wants, and I'll pay and he said that he (a now 20yo man) was being forced to go to a church event to meet people by his mom (which after 5 years knowing them, I'm not actually sure she would do that) but at that point I was like "whatever, kinda sad but its fine". So today I said happy birthday at 8am, he responded with thanks nearly 3 hours later and then didnt say anything until I asked him if he was doing stuff with his family still, which he said yes, and so an hour or two later I texted him telling him I was bringing his christmas/birthday present (a 50$ blanket that I made by hand out of my own sparse funds because I'm in college), showed up, his mom was surprised and said that he walked downstairs with another friend not too long ago (which remember he said he for sure could not have people over today) so I headed downstairs and found him and one of our friends checking out video games and such and when I handed him the present, he just looked at it and went "so it's just a blanket?" To which my snarky, already kinda upset ass replied, "yeah. And I made it." To which he got googly eyed and looked embarrassed for acting like that in front of our friend, who is also recieving a handmade gift and both received handmade gifts in the past numerous times and know that that's my thing. Our friend just kinda looked at him like "uh.. duh its handmade dumbass?? You've known her for 5 years and didn't know it'd be handmade??" And then went back to looking at games. BEFORE THIS LAST PART: this friend that was in the room was not supposed to know that we were dating as to not hurt his feelings/keep another friend who's a little too obsessed with bf from knowing. ANYWAY so he gets up and just kinda gives me this awkward smile and a light hug, like one of your guy best friends in middle school were trying to console you on your first period or something, and then kisses me in front of this friend who isn't supposed to know. So I left, went to a nearby park and cried bc 1. If he wanted to just spend some time with this one friend, he should have and could have just told me and i would've been fine and he knows that bc weve both done it before and been fine. 2. The attitude that came with receiving his present? I mean I get just not using it or donating it once the persons gone but straight up "it's just a blanket?" To my face?? 3. If he told the friend we were dating, I would've liked to had known so I didnt feel wierd recieving a present and not being able to talk to him about it and having to watch what's coming out of my mouth. 4. Why is he seemingly avoiding me???

Now that I'm done with that, with what you said in the last reply about talking to him, I do plan on it. I was going to over dinner, but since it was his birthday it didnt feel right so I'm going to wait a bit. I'm honestly hoping this doesn't go on much longer and it fixes soon bc the last time I was in a situation like this was bc I wasnt giving the guy what he wanted and so he cheated on me, then tried to pin the blame on me and play victim so I would break up with him and it wouldn't be his fault to his parents (I most def made him take responsibility) but I dont want anything like that happening again (though I doubt the cheating part would happen since hes super antisocial)

Thanks for listening folks

Okay so, I talked to him and told him he needed to communicate with me because he said he was having problems and I told him he needed to talk to me about those things and not just ignore me, and he told me yesterday (new years eve) he wanted to talk to me bc I was right, he needed to communicate and we went to a park and he talked for a bit, said he wasnt sure he wanted to finish bc he didnt want me to be mad or shattered or anything, I reassured him and he broke up with me. I took him home, we joked for a min before he got out and he said "see you around" when he got out so we're still cool and friends so I'm pretty happy with the situation all in all. I wanted him to break up with me last night if at all so that I could go into the new year and just let it go since I kinda knew that things would be ending a while ago anyway.

i know this is late im sorry i was working on my mental health yet again 🥺

for the first part, excuse my french but what a dick... i always do homemade gifts so i know how that is, but "just a blanket" that would crush me...i would have been so upset.

for the second part, the ending shattered my heart because it sucks to know the relationship is ending, however im glad it ended on okay terms... i wish you all the luck in the world and if you ever just want someone to talk to im here, ive dropped my @ multiple times including once tonight, if you ever do feel so inclined to message me i would gladly talk to you for a bit!

p.s. happy new year i love you toooo!

#mod ky #answered #apricot-roses #break ups :(

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housebutchvee · 3 years

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She-Ra HvZ AU

So, years back, in college, I used to play Humans vs Zombies (think tag with nerf guns and incredibly problematic for other reasons). Twice a year, we’d get a few hundred people together on campus to play this week long game. It would start with one zombie, and that would escalate quickly to dozens as the hunting began. Humans can ‘stun’ a zombie for five minutes by hitting them with a nerf dart or a balled up CLEAN sock. Zombies infect humans by tagging them. We played in between classes, all over campus, but indoors was safe as well as *most* dorms.

So here we go:

Adora - that one human who gets *way* too into the game - she has holsters for all her blasters, extra darts for any human who asks, and she’s the one all the freshman call when they’re stuck in a building surrounded by a group of zombies. She doesn’t get turned until extraction (the last day of the game) when she sacrifices herself to get others to the safe zone. She dies by Catra.

Catra - Lead Zombie, patient zero, she initially joined to fuck with Adora, but enjoys leading hordes of zombies way too much, she even gets Scorpia to do zombie make-up on her face. She maintains the consistent record of highest kill count by a *wide* margin.

Glimmer - that one human who doesn’t use any nerf blasters - just balled up socks. She is considered a ninja by all the zombies - no one knows how she gets from building to building on campus when every door is guarded by the horde and the buildings have no indoor connections. She only gets turned bc Bow does and she gets fed up having to spend all her time with him indoors and wants to actually hang out for real.

Bow - Only uses the nerf bow & arrows - even though they are shit, but he is inexplicably good with them - like way faster at reloading than even most automatic nerf guns. Despite it being moderately illegal according to the games rules, he builds his own nerf arrows that are varyingly effective. He gets turned when one of them doesn’t quite work out and everyone isn’t quite sure if the shower of nerf darts actually hits the zombie. He agrees to be turned because he doesn’t want to argue/ruin the zombie’s day.

Perfuma - Med Zombie, she gets turned on the first night so that she can bring her first aid kit to anyone playing who gets hurt. “You can stun me but let me see that injury.” Will mom you. She also has a stock of water and vegan food bars. During missions, she is an absolute terror who will hunt down every human she can. Has the second highest kill count, besides Catra, despite not hunting any other time.

Sea Hawk - banned from playing after the one time he broke a window and nearly set a dorm on fire (based on a true story, we had to pay for the damages).

Mermista - “what’s the point in playing if you aren’t going to brazenly walk across campus” is her moto. She has not been turned once while doing so, even during the middle of the day which is peak hunting hours.

Frosta - no chill, she runs straight at any zombie she sees and - since most zombies are expecting to do the hunting and not be hunted - she terrifies the entire horde. Has started challenging individual zombies to “thunderdome” (she gets one dart in her blaster vs one zombie). She wins several of these matches, and only gets taken down when Catra agrees to duel her.

Entrapta - spends most of the game building ridiculously modded nerf guns - half of them are high powered automatic blasters and the others are ridiculously small blasters that can fit in a pocket. She almost never gets turned because she hyperfocuses on building cool guns for the entire game and only shows up for extraction on the final day. All the zombies fear her inventions and are forced to let her into extraction without a fight lest they *all* be stunned and can’t hunt any other humans while they wait to respawn.

Scorpia - is terrible with nerf guns (even when Entrapta gives her one of the ‘mega’ guns that are bigger and easier to handle) but loves playing as a zombie - she gives hugs to anyone who is turned and immediately welcomes them into the horde (especially new players who are often upset that they get turned so early). Low kill count for zombies, but she doesn’t care.

Huntara - Sports jock who’s part of a frat and gets ‘hazed’ into joining the game as a freshmen. Years later, she’s still playing because she gets super into playing as a zombie and because she can outrun almost any human she finds. She generally maintains the third highest kill count but she can’t play in every game because her sports schedule is too demanding.

Micah - Resident Advisor & professor but gets super into the game and being all ‘tactical’ with nerf guns. Usually gets turned pretty quickly (See below) but also enjoys hanging out with all of his students as a zombie too. He progressively shows up later to his own classes that he teaches and spends the first ten minutes trying to convince his students to play the game. Everyone loves him and he’s also the faculty sponsor for the club. Regularly brings pizza and other foods to the missions so all the students can eat something.

Angella - Also a Resident Advisor who routinely puts a hit out on Micah so he’ll stop playing the game and come help her with groceries and the other chores he hasn’t done because he’s been too focused on the game (Also based on a true story).

Double Trouble - Mod who’s tasked with ‘keeping the balance’ (i.e. making sure there’s enough humans to make the missions and game fun, but not too few zombies that they feel left out and can’t tag anyone). When the balance is off, they orchestrate elaborate plans to make sure there’s an additional confrontation or two between humans and zombies so that everyone ends up having fun and the zombie numbers get to grow a little. They love their job, but almost no one knows that they are a mod bc they hardly play in person.

Lonnie, Rogellio, and Kyle - The Mod team. They’re almost never seen playing (similar to DT) because they’re locked in a library cubicle answering emails all day about “where do I go to sign up?” and “Can I still play if I sign up late?” When not answering emails, players often hang out nearby just to chill with them. (Also true, I did this for two years and never left the cubicle except to go to classes).

Netossa and Spineralla - the grad students who still play. They’re the pair who you call when you need help getting anywhere (especially off campus and especially late at night). Not the best at surviving, but everyone knows and looks up to them because they’ve been playing for years. They also have a car and regularly use it to drive supplies to and from missions to help out the mod team.

Hordak - disgruntled grad student who posts online about how terrible the game is and how the players are so loud and obnoxious but he’s secretly mad that no one in his program will play the game with him. Except…

Wrong Hordak - younger sibling to Hordak who’s still in undergrad and just wants to hang out with their older brother. “Hello Zombies, let us bask in the glory of Zombie Prime”. The horde doesn’t need a mega phone because they have WH.

Shadow Weaver - Buzzkill Admin. Hates the game and is always trying to find ways to shut it down for minor infractions The Mod Team technically reports to her but they all ignore her emails and just send them to Angella and Micah instead.

Additional note: Bow, Frosta, and Mermista have each camped out in a campus building overnight (dodging security) in order to avoid having to fight the zombies to get out. Frosta and Mermista, because they have no chill (and Mermista cares about not being turned *way* too much). And Bow because Glimmer was trying to sick the horde on him one time despite not being a zombie herself.

@ohgodthepink thank you for coming down this rabbit hole with me

#spop #she-ra #she-ra HvZ

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cityylove · 4 years

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chapter two | aria beck

[wednesday april 17, 2019]

“It’s like eleven thirty Tal, where are you?” she mumbled to herself.

Aria was concerned for her friend, who had stormed out of the dorm after tossing her textbook and the stack of notes off her desk without saying a word. She had pulled an earbud from her ear and asked her what was wrong, to which Talia only shook her head.

“Tal, where are you going? It’s almost eleven.” Aria had asked, watching her roommate shrug on her coat as she slid into her shoes.

“I’ll be back soon.” Talia replied, slamming the door behind her. She would usually be fine with Talia’s late-night walks, but she didn’t want her friend walking around upset and distracted, especially at nearly midnight.

“If she doesn’t answer her phone…” Aria trailed off, holding her phone to her ear and listening to it ring for what felt like the hundredth time that night. She pursed her lips when Talia’s voicemail played over again. This time Aria didn’t even bother leaving a message, she hung up and stuffed her phone back into her purse and started walking down the street. She tried to think of anywhere her friend could be, racking her brain for any ideas.

The sound of a taxi splashing through a puddle drew Aria’s attention. On top of the vehicle, there was an ad for the New York City Planetarium, open until 1 am Mondays and Wednesdays.

Aria perked up.

“Taxi!” She called, raising her hand in the air. A cab pulled up to the curb and Aria climbed into the back seat, the feel of torn leather and duct tape poking at her, “The planetarium, please.” the driver nodded and began the drive, the lights of the city melding together with the motion of the vehicle.

A ring interrupted the otherwise quiet ride. Aria fumbled for her phone, hoping it was Talia who was calling.

She frowned a little bit when she realized it was Delilah, her and Talia’s third roommate, who was calling.

“Ar, where are you? And where’s Talia? I got back to the dorm and nobody was home.”

“I’m in a cab right now, on my way to the planetarium, I think Talia is there.”

Aria could hear Delilah fumbling around on the other end of the line. “Why is she there? It's like eleven-thirty. And doesn’t she have a paper due soon?”

Aria sighed and rolled her head back against the headrest. “Yeah, but I have to bring her home. You and I both know that if I don’t bring her back she’ll be out all night and will either be sleep-deprived, more so than she usually is, or she'll be dead because she left her pepper spray on the kitchen counter.”

She heard Delilah pick up and put down a metal canister.

“Yup, it’s here.” Delilah said. “Okay, well good luck, I'm gonna get ready for bed, Dylan’s party wore me out. Don’t get jumped. Love you.”

“Love you too D. Set your alarm please. I am not waking you up again tomorrow morning when I get back from Shakespeare and Law.” Aria told her friend strictly.

“Okay, mom. I didn’t realize you were becoming Odelle.” Aria could hear the eye roll in Delilah’s voice.

“Thank you.” She smiled at the driver and handed him a $10 as the taxi came to a halt before she stepped out onto the steps of the planetarium.

“D, I just don’t want to wake you up when I get home, I want to take a nap.” Aria smirked, advancing up the steps to the door.

“Alright, I’m leaving now, love you, Ari.” Delilah said sweetly as if to tease her.

“Bye D.”

Aria opened the door, just enough to fit her small body through and slipped inside. She walked up to one of the many maps of the planetarium. scanning over the map for the solar system room, she tapped her chin out of complete confusion. All the colors and paths displayed on the bright screen only baffling her further. “Damnit, I should pay more attention to where she takes me when we come here.” She whispered to herself.

The sound of heavy boots on the granite floor made Aria lift her head. A security guard was pacing the front entrance. Aria swiftly walked over to him, giving him a sweet and gentle smile.

“Excuse me, could you point me in the direction of the solar system room?” She asked, clutching her bag to her side.

The guard smiled back. “Yes of course, just go down that hallway then take a left directly after the third showroom.” He said, pointing down a hall.

“Thank you so much.” Aria quickly made her way down the hall, counting the showrooms.

“Three!” Aria turned left and saw a big sign that said ‘Solar Systems.’ She entered the room, her eyes having to adjust to light, which was slightly dimmer than it had been in the hall.

She scanned the large room, her gaze landing on two people standing next to one of the displays.

Instantly, she recognized Talia’s dark brown curls standing next to a guy. He was tall and had a pink beanie covering most of his blond hair.

Aria smirked to herself, making sure she was quiet as she neared the pair.

Once she was a few steps away, she began to speak.

“Hey Tal, if you were sneaking off to meet your boyfriend, you could have told me, no need to leave me worried.”

Talia spun around, Daniel leaning over slightly to see who had spoken up past Talia’s shoulder.

a/n: hope you enjoyed chapter two!! i jammed to some old tunes the whole time while writing this and I think the longest naf and i went without texting today was literally an hour. mads xx

message!

This book has given me a massive hot choco obsession, idk why but here's to midnight editing and choco. Hope you guys like it, let us know what you think will happen! -naf <3

^this is funny bc neither of us eat dairy smh -maddie

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izzy-b-hands · 4 years

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Sledgefu: A quiet, cozy night in with the cats. Maybe Snafu is feeling a little insecure bc Gene’s spending a lot of time with new friends at school? He feels a little left out bc Gene is always talking about them, but Gene doesn’t realize it until he really slows down and really listens to/looks at Snaf while they’re snugged up on the couch. If you want to 💞💞💞

Ooh yes I love it!! Thank you for sending this in!!!

Also, ended up putting together a playlist of what I listened to as I wrote this, so if folks are wanting some extra atmosphere as they read, here it is: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2z3p8nXomzQRkWjvY3PK5a?si=uK7XQngWTtOg7UlG5dUm_A

Gold Still Glitters is below the cut!

He knew Eugene wouldn’t make dinner, he hadn’t for the past couple of weeks. Busy at the university library, studying away with a few classmates he’d gotten to know better as the semester had gone on. He’d even met a few of them now, Ted and Michael and a particularly intimidating man who, despite having the highest grades out of any of Eugene’s friends, insisted on going by his nickname of Flea. It was given to him in the Army, and was actually short for Flea-Brain, but Eugene had talked him into using just Flea. Good-hearted boy couldn’t bear to call a new friend something like that is what it was, and it made Snafu’s heart swell. That was his man, being so sweet!

But his heart hurt as he sat at the table alone, set for two on accident. It was simply his habit now, and he hadn’t even realized he’d done it until he sat down to the gumbo he’d made.

Delilah hopped up onto the extra seat, her little nose delicately touching the bowl meant for Eugene, and that broke him.

“This is stupid,” he scolded himself as the tears rolled. He wiped them away in between spoonfuls of his dinner. “Isn’t it, Delilah? I should be happy your papa is out there makin’ new friends. It’s a good thing.”

She meowed softly, and he gave up on the food. That felt equally silly, putting it all away right away after he’d worked most of the day to make it, but his appetite was gone.

Better was sitting in the bedroom with Delilah on his lap, the other cats scattered on the bed and Ack Ack with his soft nose batting at the hand Snafu let drop down to where the dog was sat on the floor. The radio played, and seemed desperate to drag him down even as he tried to clamber back up, as they rotated through love song after love song, mixed with more melancholy hits. If not for the cat sleeping on him, he’d have turned it off.

Despite the whirring wheels of his mind, he found himself drifting off when the front door suddenly slammed.

“Snaf? Sorry I’m so late!”

Eugene’s voice echoed down the halls, but Snafu couldn’t bear to answer it.

“Snafu? You here?”

Delilah woke and looked at him, as if asking why he wasn’t responding, but he didn’t make a sound.

“Merriell?”

He listened as Eugene’s footsteps came up the stairs, then to the bedroom.

“Thought I heard music,” Eugene said as he opened the door. “What happened?”

Snafu shook his head. He loved Eugene, but as wonderful as it was to see him, he wanted nothing more than to be alone until he got over his feelings, the stupid frustration that told him to call Eugene on it, on getting home so late and missing dinners, on only having time for homework and friends but little for his husband. But Eugene hadn’t done anything wrong, and it wouldn’t be fair to yell and shout and fuss at him for doing what every other student was doing, trying to learn and work and live and balance it all.

“You’re crying,” Eugene said softly, and strode over to the bed, carefully moving the cats in way of his sitting next to Snafu. “Something happened. Tell me; I’m here to listen.”

Delilah purred as he lifted her to his shoulder and buried his face in her fur, hoping to hide the next burst of tears.

“Okay. I don’t know what this is about, and I want you to tell me, at some point. But if you aren’t ready yet, that’s okay. Tomorrow’s Saturday though, and I’ve got nowhere to be. No extra classwork, no study sessions, no extra hours at work. Thought maybe that would mean we could stay up a little together. Do some reading, or just sit and relax, whatever you might want. If you want,” Eugene said, gentle as anything, and it made the tears fall even harder.

“I gotta borrow your dad, Delilah,” Eugene continued as Snafu set her down beside him, and she meowed at the loss of lap. “Y’all come on down and join us if you want, okay?”

A few meows and a tiny woof from Ack Ack answered him as he turned off the radio, then led Snafu downstairs, and Snafu knew they’d probably stay put. It was late now, nearly eleven at night, and the pets had their routine they didn’t like to deviate from, especially for bed time. It would also mean they wouldn’t get their bed back for the night as the cats would take it over, but there was always the guest bedroom.

“How was your day?” Eugene practically chirped, as cheerful as the birds he loved watching, though the bags under his eyes told a different story, or at least screamed a need for a decent night of sleep.

“Okay.”

“Just okay? You get a full day off of work and it’s just okay?”

Snafu shrugged. “Made gumbo. Spent most of the day in the kitchen, ‘cept for headin’ out to the market for a few things.”

Eugene stopped and stared at him as they reached the living room. “That’s all?”

“I don’t know,” Snafu snapped in spite of himself. “I cooked, and I tried to clean some while the supper was simmering, and the damn back door knob was loose again so I fixed that, and I kept the cats and dog in their food and cuddles for the day, and cleaned up the litter boxes and Ack Ack’s corner of the backyard, and-”

He sighed, exasperated. “I kept busy. I don’t know what you want me to say. I know I’m not nearly as busy as you get, but I tried to make my day off something useful.”

Eugene took a deep breath, and Snafu braced himself. Eugene didn’t deserve that yelling, but he hadn’t been able to hold back, and he’d deserve whatever Eugene tossed back at him.

Instead, Eugene took his hand and kissed it. “I meant, did you do anything for you? Read something you like, listen to a good record? Hell, just take a nap?”

“Oh,” Snafu said, and shrugged. “No. I didn’t do any of that.”

“Sounds like we got stuff to do tomorrow then, to catch you up on some relaxin’,” Eugene smiled. “Come on. Come lay on the couch and be lazy with me.”

“It’s gonna be midnight before we know it,” Snafu said. “Not that I don’t want to, but you need to sleep-”

“There some law against fallin’ asleep on the couch with my man?”

Snafu grinned. “No, there isn’t.”

“Well then, I say we’ve got a reservation over here,” Eugene tugged gently on his hand, pulling him till they both fell back on the couch together, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I missed you today.”

The lump in his throat was back again, the tears threatening to fall again, his heart hurting again as they adjusted to lay more comfortably on the couch, and he tried to respond without his voice breaking. “Missed you too.”

“You gonna talk to me now?” Eugene murmured as they snuggled close. “C’mon. You know I’m not gonna let you sit all melancholy like y’are right now. Out with it.”

“…I shouldn’t be upset by it. Because it’s a good thing,” Snafu sighed.

“Okay, we’re getting somewhere!” Eugene’s voice rumbled in his chest, pressed as close as they were, his back to Eugene’s chest, Eugene’s arm draped over him. “But maybe this good thing isn’t good for you?”

“It’s good for someone I love, so it should be good for me too,” Snafu replied. “Because I love them, and I want good things for them.”

“Well that’s…good,” Eugene said, then chuckled. “But that doesn’t mean whatever this is couldn’t still upset you somehow. Can’t help how things make you feel, sometimes.”

“I know. But…”

“You can tell me what it is, you know that,” Eugene whispered.

“Alright. I…it’s been a little difficult. Without you home at night. Eatin’ dinners alone, goin’ to bed alone even some nights. And then when you do come home-”

Snafu cut himself off with a sigh and resisted the urge to turn and bury his face into Eugene’s chest, and not say anymore. “When you do, as much as I love hearing about your new friends, and I do, I really do, I swear it, sometimes it feels like that’s all we talk about, and then it’ll be so late it’s already time for bed and then the sun rises and we do it all over again and I miss you.”

He turned then, and focused on the beat of Eugene’s heart near his ear as he continued. “I’m proud of you in a way I can’t even put words to, because it just overwhelms me, you goin’ back to school and all. And I’m happy you’ve made friends, because you should! It’s good. But sometimes I miss that little bit of extra time we had, for just us. Even though I know that we’ll still find that time again, in one way or another, because things can’t stay the same forever, but gold still glitters even after you melt it down and make it into something new.”

Eugene was silent, and Snafu fought the urge to break away from him and run upstairs, to avoid the storm that his words were surely going to bring. Granted, Eugene had never been that way with him, but other lovers had in the past, and he never wanted to make Eugene that sort of upset, but if anything would…perhaps this would.

“God, Flea was right. I always tell him how mad I am that he’s the smartest asshole outta all of us in the classroom, and now I gotta tell him he was right again, and he’s smartest about things like this too.”

Snafu moved his face out of Eugene’s chest. “Things like this?”

“He told me tonight, that he could tell last time we were all hangin’ out together that you seemed like you felt left out, and that he couldn’t believe that the man I described to them could be the same as the quiet and sad-lookin’ man I’d brought with me that day. And I figured maybe you were just tired or had a rough day at work and I didn’t ask…and I should have asked. I’m sorry, Snaf.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” Snafu said as he carefully moved Eugene’s arm and sat up. “I’m bein’ a damn fool over this. I’m a grown man, actin’ like a child because I’m not gettin’ enough attention.”

“No,” Eugene protested softly, and sat up so he was right beside him, their thighs touching and Eugene’s hand reaching for his. “You’re my husband, and you love me, and so you’ve been missin’ me and I didn’t notice, and that’s not right. I been watchin’ you go about your night after I get home, but I wasn’t paying any attention, and I should have been.”

“I gotta do the same for you,” Snafu said.

“You have been! Who else would listen to me blabber on and complain about school, talk for hours about the dumb shit those boys at school tell me? You’ve been lookin’ right at me, keepin’ your eyes trained on me to keep me feeling happy and loved, and I looked back but I looked right through you,” Eugene replied. “No more of that. I promise.”

The tears slipped down his face yet again before he could stop them, and he could hear Eugene’s soft sound of confusion as he closed his eyes and chuckled.

“Happy tears, I promise. I’ve never had anyone I was with react like this. I was waitin’ for yellin’ and carryin’ on, so this is,” Snafu shook his head and laughed. “This is so reassuring and wonderful and I…I just love you so damn much.”

Eugene’s arms wrapped around him, and held him tight. “I love you too, and I’m gonna show you just how much more often. Starting tonight.”

“I think you did just now,” Snafu said. “But if you’ve got something else in mind, you know I don’t often say no to you.”

“We’re gonna have to kick the cats off the bed for it,” Eugene smiled and kissed him softly.

“You mean pick them up and carry them into the guest room, and drag Ack Ack’s bed in there since he likes sleepin’ with ‘em so much?” Snafu asked against Eugene’s lips before kissing him back, letting his hand move to wrap around Eugene’s neck, a thumb caressing his cheek.

“Exactly,” Eugene said as they parted lips, foreheads still touching. “You ready for bed?”

“I am. Now that you’re here with me,” Snafu sighed, and held Eugene’s hand tight as they stood and headed for the stairs. He couldn’t believe he’d ever gotten so lucky, that the universe had given him so sweet a man.

But he was so happy to have him, to be his forever, and to know now more than ever, that Eugene was his always as well.

#text post #ask box things #Sledgefu #this was so much fun to write!! my dear sweet boys #thank you again for sending this in!!#xmxisxforxmaybe #LeeH writes

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mairights · 5 years

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blurb of peter finding you sniffly and crying and upset bc he was ranting to someone else about how he’s p mad at u bc u put urself in danger and u didn’t know that’s what he was mad abt and it makes u upset and feel bad 🥺🥺🥺

i hope this is similar to what u were thinking n that i did okay!!!

socked feed slide lazily over hardwood floors and two hands rub sleepy eyes. it’s after ten in the morning and you’ve just woken up; your shenanigans last night let to a bit of a late start to your day. you’re wandering toward the kitchen to look for breakfast and peter; you hadn’t spoken to him since a little before going to bed last night.

just before you step into the living room, you’re about to call out for him when you hear his voice. that, and your name. you pause behind the wall.

“—just can’t believe she would do that,” you catch him say. the frustration and sheer exhaustion in his voice is so evident that you wonder if he even slept last night.

“well, she was just-“ ned starts. ned? when did ned get here? you’re intrigued enough that you continue listening in from your concealed spot. maybe you shouldn’t, but... you heard your name, so, you want to.

“it doesn’t matter, i- it was incredibly stupid.”

stupid? you frown deeply.

there’s a pause before you hear ned sigh.

“yeah.. yeah, it was.”

“yeah. i just don’t ever wanna see her like that again-“

it’s then that you stop listening, turning on your heel and walking fast back to the bedroom. your chest hurts; hearing peter so annoyed, so angry with you hurts. his conversation is a callback to last night’s events, wherein you determinedly followed him on patrol, got in the way of a mission of sorts, and ended the situation by putting yourself in harms way and having peter come to save you. things turned out okay, and peter didn’t go to bed mad or anything, so his anger surprises you. were you that bad? that awful? you don’t want to think about it, but you can’t stop.

you shut the bedroom door harder than you mean to and curl back up on your side. your breathing is shaky with barely restrained tears. all you can hear as you hug your pillow is “stupid” and “don’t ever wanna see her like that again.” peter and you hardly fight; hearing him angry at you makes you ache.

your favorite pillow is clutched tightly to your chest. for a few minutes, you try and control your breathing, maybe forget what you heard. after all, it’s not... that big a deal. you’re just being sensitive, right?

except it is a big deal— to you, anyway. peter’s anger must have gone so far over your head for him to call ned over just to rant. at least, that’s what you assumed happened. that is what happened.

you’re so caught up in your thoughts that you barely realize your crying until you breathe in again and hiccup against damp fabric. the floodgates are open, so you let yourself cry, let yourself be a baby for a moment. you’re upset and you don’t know what else to do.

it feels like you’re laying there for an hour when you hear the front door close and footsteps coming down the hallway. you hastily sit up, but you don’t calm down enough before the bedroom door swings open.

“morning,” peter says casually, throwing his jacket onto the dresser. he’s so casual with you, you think, for being so angry at you apparently.

“mornin’,” you say back. your voice comes out choked, betraying how quickly you’re trying to hide the fact that you were crying. you think your sniff might cover it up, but it just makes peter’s brow furrow. he looks up and immediately notices your red eyes, damp cheeks, and unsmiling expression. he goes from curious to concerned in a minute.

“baby, what’s wrong?”

his voice is so cautious that you almost forget his conversation with ned. ‘baby’ nearly breaks you completely.

“nothing,” you lie. as if you couldn’t be any more transparent.

peter makes his way over to the bed and takes a seat in from of you. nervously, you toy with the hem of the comforter and try not to cry again. you don’t see it, but peter’s face lights up with realization.

“oh, god, you heard me,” he says breathily. you only bite your lip.

“sweetheart... sweetheart, i don’t know what you heard, but-“

“it’s okay,” you say, voice watery, “i get it. i got in the way. i should probably... probably recognize when i’ve been a nuisance.”

“hon-“

“should’ve noticed you were angry at me for that. i’m sorry.”

peter sits silent, watching you look down at your lap while a few tears slip down your cheeks. he’s filled with so much regret and hurt for you.

“i’m not angry with you for getting in the way. honey, i promise that wasn’t it.”

you spare a glance up. “‘s what it sounded like,” you mumble shakily.

peter sighs, shaking his head. he places a precarious hand on your need.

“i... i know, it probably did. and i’m so sorry. but it really wasn’t about being... being mad at you.”

“then what?”

peter sighs again. you still won’t meet his eyes while he searches for the words.

“i was mad that you almost got hurt, babylove. not because you were annoying or anything like that.”

“you said it was stupid.”

peter drags a hand over his forehead, rubbing beneath his brown curls.

“stupid because you very nearly were injured. not stupid because it annoyed me, not because i think you yourself are stupid.”

“y-you said that you didn’t wanna see me like that again.” you’re biting back heavier tears now. “i just.. why were you so angry that you had to talk to ned while i was asleep?”

peter scoots a little closer so he sits crisscross in front of you. you wipe your cheeks and peter holds his palms out.

“baby, can i hold your hands?” he asks quietly. the question is so offbeat and uncharacteristic to the conversation. so, you nod.

peter takes both of your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over them while he holds them. the tiny gesture calms you somewhat.

he looks you in the face while he talks.

“i swear i’m not mad at you. i swear i don’t think you’re annoying or that you’re ever in the way. i swear that on everything, okay?” he begins. you manage a nod, even if you’re not fully convinced. peter squeezes your hands.

“i know i should’ve talked to you about it first, and i’m sorry for that, but i.. i was just so upset that you put yourself in danger, baby. i was angry with myself and what happened but i just didn’t know how to bring that up to you.”

there’s a lull in his little speech wherein you finally look him in the eyes, which are glazed over and fully attentive. you sniffle softly.

some of the hurt has faded; you can’t shake some of the burden feelings, but.. you can tell peter’s telling the truth.

“i didn’t know that’s what you were made about,” you nearly whisper. “i just... heard a snippet of whatever you were saying and i felt so much like a burden and an idiot and i...”

you shake your head, pursing your lips hard together. you feel even dumber now.

peter hums in sympathy, releasing one of your hands to cup the side of your face. he brushes a few tears away with the pad of his thumb.

“i’m so, so sorry what i said made you feel that way, baby. i should’ve come to you i... god, i’d never wanna hurt you,” his face pinches, “you’re never a burden, angel.”

finding a little confidence (or just a stronger yearning for comfort), you shift forward until your settled in his lap, face tucked into the crook of his neck.

“‘s okay,” you mumble. “i just... got so upset. but i believe you.”

his arms wrap snugly around your body, squeezing you just a little. you feel a little like a baby when he sways just so, but it comforts you nonetheless.

“i just love you so much and can’t stand to see you hurt. in any form.”

the sincerity in the statement makes you smile a little. he must feel it against him because he rubs your back and hums softly.

“i love you too,” you say back. “i’ll try to stay out of harms way. for you.”

peter smiles finally, tucking his own face into your neck so you can sense it. he just sits and enjoys your presence, enjoys holding you.

“for me,” he hums, a little incredulous. you simply nod and sit like you are for a little longer than you probably should.

#peter parker blurb #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker fic #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfic

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doctormage · 5 years

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hi i just need to be really dramatic and long winded bc if i dont get it Out im going to fucking explode

ive actually been trying really hard this semester with my thesis and its REALLY fucking difficult for me. my depression makes me catatonic and unable to complete simple tasks or be motivated to do literally anything; my anxiety paralyzes me at the slightest unexpected change and then obsess over whether everyone in my life hates me because of my anxiety; my sleep schedule is constantly fucked and my doctor is unhelpful; my bdd will sidetrack me from my work and responsibilities for literal hours or days, and sometimes if its feeling spicy send me on a full scale fucking breakdown; and my adhd makes all this shit worse on TOP of all the NORMAL adhd shit. like thats just!!! my life!!!! at all times!!!!! and there have been several times where i have genuinely considered leaving this program or not continuing school after bc i was so fucking overwhelmed and exhausted and scared but i didnt!!! like i make a lot of jokes about procrastinating and wasting my time and doing the least and whatever but in reality its really fucking difficult for me even when im medicated!!! but i dont like admitting that bc of all my exhausting childhood baggage and shit but that is not the point of this rant so anyway

this semester i made a specific effort to try and be a better student even tho all of this stuff has been exacerbated by grad school. i felt i owed it to my director and one of my committee members because theyve been so fucking helpful and put their faith in me and took a lot of their time to help me. i wanted to show them i was worthy of it and capable of being a good student who does all the shit she’s supposed to do, does it well, and does it on time. i overloaded my fall semester and nearly lost my goddamn mind JUST to have a lighter class load this semester so i could focus most of my time on my thesis (like for real that was actually incredibly stupid of me. i lost almost 30 pounds from september to december without conscious effort just because i was so fucking stressed. not a brag and actually kind of concerning bc that has LITERALLY never happened to me). it has been like....significantly taxing, but i wanted to show them how much i appreciate their time and effort and help by being responsible and respectful. my Trying Hard is a lot of people’s Barely Doing Their Best and i know that. turning something in 2 hours early is below average for some but for me, literally anything more than 30 minutes before its due is an actual goddamn miracle. but i wanted to work hard and do things right for my committee members because they deserve it

this christmas my parents asked what i wanted and the ONLY thing i asked for was help with my library dues. last year from like march to october i was significantly depressed and entirely out of my head, and i racked up some pretty bad overdue fees. i didnt even ask them to pay all of it, just some of it. less than $100. im really truly grateful for the gifts they DID get me, but i didnt ask for them for any of it, and my overdue fees were left alone. i was under the impression that they got paid and, like a fucking idiot, i didnt check up on it to confirm. ive been so hell deep in my thesis and teaching and grading and applying to phd programs and looking for apartments and shit that it really just slipped my fucking mind!!! crazy!!!!

today i was in crisis bc i thought i fucked up with scheduling my defense/exam/whatever the fuck. im going to call it defense and i dont give a shit bc everyone calls it some other shit and i dont CARE. anyway i really thought i fucked up but i went and talked it out with my director and it was all sorted out. i’ve gotten like 50% of her feedback on my thesis draft, which i’ve incorporated, and im waiting on comments from another reader (the other helpful person on my committee). we have to run some dumbass software before scheduling, so i ran it today and tried to schedule it but couldnt bc theres a hold on my account. i went on a fucking....ALMIGHTY QUEST to figure it out and i finally discovered that guess what!!!!!!! its my GODDAMN LIBRARY OVERDUE FEES!!!!!! THAT I THOUGHT WERE PAID!!!!!!! i had to pay them myself which is fine idc but it takes several days to process. this fucks up my life on SEVERAL levels

for one, its fucking impossible to get a hold of my third committee member. she is a vapor in the wind. shes like super busy and thats all good and well but the point is theres like zero communication there. i finally got confirmation on a defense date from all 3 members and had been literally planning MY ENTIRE LIFE around this date. after todays first scheduling crisis i was so happy i was still on track, but now this? now i have to wait 3-4 days before i can even SCHEDULE the defense. the super delightful part is that we have to schedule a minimum of 2 weeks in advance. so now i cant schedule my defense until tuesday at the absolute earliest, but that ALSO bumps my defense date several days ahead. i have no fucking clue if my committee is going to agree on another day that works for everyone bc theyre all busy as shit and we’d been working toward the original date for weeks if not months, and im so fucking upset because this is exactly what i DIDNT want to have happen. i havent tried to email them yet because im hoping beyond fucking hope i can call somebody at the university tomorrow and see if the hold is something else besides the fee, but it makes me sick to think of having to be like “oh sorry i know i constantly fuck up everything ever and im a piece of shit but can we change this date we’ve had set since january because i was an extra shitty piece of shit this time??” like OHHH MY GODDDDD

and the thing thats really fucking with me is that like, yes its my fault but this one time its not ENTIRELY 100% my fault. i asked for a favor and had the understanding that it was taken care of. yes the fees were my doing and yes i shouldve checked but oh my fucking god. i feel like all the effort ive put into being a better student this semester has been for fucking nothing because im going to have to email my committee asking for a different date and ruin all their fucking lives and theyll be so disappointed in me. i have like legitimately been crying on and off about it since like 4:30 today

it so shitty in and of itself but i especially dont want to do this to my director bc she is legitimately the reason im finishing this program AND that im going to a phd program. a year ago i’d barely spoken 20 words to her but she still agreed to be a reader on my committee just because she heard me explain my thesis for all of 30 seconds and decided to give it a try. she literally had not read a song of ice and fire at the time and she started reading them for me to help me with my thesis. in the fall when my original director basically threatened to leave my committee if i didnt change all my ideas, my current director stepped in and helped me and talked me through it and then offered to take her place even though my research is BARELY distantly related to hers. through all of this she’s been so insanely patient with me, super encouraging of my ideas both in this project and in others, helped me decide whether it was right for me to get my phd immediately after my masters, proofed and edited and helped me with ALL my phd application materials, and STILL is in the process of reading these goddamn books just to be a better director. i have lost my head so many times and shes always been there to help me figure my shit out, and i wanted to have it figured out for once. how stupid of me

like bumping the date isnt the end of the whole world but its really not just about the fact that i have to reschedule. i was trying real goddamn hard to be a better student this semester and i REALLY fucking owed it to my director and other reader, but especially director, and i still managed to fuck up this bad. i feel like such a DISAPPOINTMENT and it just will not leave my brain bc im so mad at myself. i tried watching shows and youtube compilations about game of thrones and shit but now my bf is asleep and im alone and its all i can think about. im so fucking tired of being the person i am honestly and i dont mean that in an edgy way its just like jesus christ i wish there was less shit wrong with me. i wish i had any kind of willpower or discipline so i couldve learned these skills and been a better student from the start. i wish i wasnt a giant piece of shit!!!!!

and now im going to be up late being anxious about all this which means that i will, once again, wake up late but also still be really exhausted, which means i’ll do a shitty job teaching and get overwhelmed by everything and who the fuck knows what fun bullshittery will ensue because of it. i am so fucking tired of me and my fuckery and the fact that it fucks with other people even why i try so hard for it not to. tired!!!!!!!! fucking tired

#p #this is literally like an essay #on why im a piece of shit lmao #ignore me!!!!!!

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omorainbow · 6 years

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wassup everyone, here’s my absolutely garbage r/fa omorashi headcanons that nobody asked for or wanted (under the cut)

ze/n

he has nearly supernatural healing abilities so i feel like he’d also have super efficient kidneys

honestly probably has the smallest bladder capacity in the rf/a lmao rip

(he canonically was shocked that se/ven and yo/osung hadn’t gone to the bathroom for three hours while watching a tv show.... honey, do you think that’s a long time?!)

wetting himself onstage would be his worst nightmare; he’s probably leaked up there a few times but never actually wet

the second worst thing that could happen to him would be wetting in front of j/umin- i think ju/min wouldn’t do much except either a. make a few snarky remarks about wetting yourself being unusual for an adult or b. actually attempt (with a 100 percent chance of failing, seeing as it’s jumi/n) to be ....considerate.... about it, depending on how upset z/en seemed, but either way ze/n would get mad. there’d be some tension in the r/fa chatroom for a while lol

despite his machismo he’d actually probably be a huge baby about wetting himself lmao. he needs a lot of comfort afterwards (specifically from you)

absolutely 0% into omo imo, he’d try it for m/c’s sake if she were into it tho

yoosun/g:

tends to overestimate his holding capacity... would definitely put off going to the toilet if he was gaming (or when he sits down to study)

at the same time, he gets very whiny if circumstances (rather than his own choice) force him into holding. expect this boy to come whining in the r/fa chatroom if he’s ever stuck somewhere without a bathroom

if he drinks coffee it’s over for him

(pass out after drinking caffeine syndrome? more like piss yourself after drinking caffeine syndrome-)

has definitely had close calls during exams from overloading on coffee before, but he never learns

if he wets himself in front of anyone, he’d be as embarrassed as you’d expect and probably cry a bit (though he’d try to suppress it because he feels he’s already made himself look childish enough), but with some gentle comfort he’d get over it surprisingly quickly (expect him to get indignant if/when sev/en teases him later tho lol)

probably the worst thing that could happen to him is wetting in front of v (while wetting in class is a close second). this would be a disaster for everyone involved.

(v: it’s alright y/oosung, please let me help you)

(yoosu/ng (in tears): SHUT UP I DON’T NEED PITY FROM THE LIKES OF YOU)

(v: you’re right. i’m sorry. this is all my fault-)

definitely into holding for m/c (for reasons that are probably obvious to anyone who played his route lmao)

ja/ehee (my love)

jum/in probably doesn’t realize how often normal humans need bathroom breaks so after years of working for him she’s probably in the habit of holding for long periods of time

honestly tho, if she’s passed out from being overworked, she’s DEFINITELY wet herself from it

i imagine she’d get up and go when she absolutely had to, but if something came up on her way there she might not make it rip

also a coffee lover... doesn’t really pace herself with caffeine, make of that what you will

if she wet herself at work, she’d just die. her coworkers already don’t respect her, and her job is hard enough... jum/in would probably allow her to go home but also would complain in the chatroom about it

ju/min: “It’s very difficult to work without Assistant K/ang here. She had to leave due to an accident.”

m/c: “oh no, an accident? is jae/hee okay?”

jumi/n: “I am sure she will be fine. Wetting oneself does not usually pose a risk to one’s health.”

ze/n: immediately fights ju/min

as there’s nothing to be done for it, she’d downplay how upset she was and probably find wetting more of an inconvenience than anything. that being said she’d deeply appreciate it if m/c gave her some comfort

omo is probably a deeply hidden guilty pleasure for her, she’d only try it if m/c suggested it but i feel she might really enjoy it in specific circumstances

jum/in

very strong bladder capacity

would show no signs of being desperate except maybe a few tells like idk, occasionally fidgeting? the only people who’d pick up on these are people who know him very well (meaning like... v and m/c lol)

if he did wet himself, i think he’d show absolutely no emotion. once again, only someone who knew him very well would be able to tell he was actually upset

for most people, comforting him would be pretty difficult and probably a nightmare for both parties lmao

i think he’d be more accepting of it from you tho

it’s hard to write for him, bc i feel like situations in which he’d be desperate are rare

that being said, if he gets drunk enough (which is rare, seeing how his tolerance has built over the years) he might get to the point where he stops caring and just starts peeing. of course he’ll realize halfway through that this may not be a great idea, but it’s usually too late at that point lmao

he’s definitely into omo lol

seve/n

high bladder capacity

that being said, also fucking terrible at self care (... they all are tbh but se/ven is the worst about it) and if he was working, he may not notice he needs to piss until he’s on the verge of wetting and he just doubles over at his desk like. swearing and wondering how tf he didn’t notice he had to go before

definitely has been too busy to get up for a bathroom break, usually would just piss in a bottle/can of phd pepper (i’m sure he’s got empty ones lying around his workstation)

if he didn’t he’d probably just piss himself right there as he continued to work and miserably resolve to clean it later

(vande/rwood, conveniently choosing this moment to drop by: damn, bitch, you live like this?)

seeing as he’s sleep deprived as hell, whenever he gets to sleep he probably sleeps like the dead, nothing able to wake him up... what i’m saying is he’s definitely had dreams where he was using the bathroom and woken up in the middle of wetting the bed

also probably into omo lbr. though he usually hates wetting, he likes doing it for m/c. he’s probably wet his maid uniform for fun

v (oh boy)

probably gets a nervous bladder

the least likely of the guys to just whip it out and go if he needed to

you know how everyone loves those characters who are too concerned about bothering others to mention they have to pee? that’s 100% v. you could keep asking him as he got progressively more antsy and he’d just keep insisting he was fine and that you shouldn’t worry. he might casually mention that he may possibly need a restroom, but isn’t super assertive or clear about it, so most people wouldn’t think it was a big deal (even though he’s dying on the inside)

he does get somewhat fidgety, adjusting his clothes and bouncing his leg, but it wouldn’t be obvious what the cause was; you’d just mistake it for nervousness. only people who know him well (such as jum/in or seve/n) would be able to figure it out

i honestly can’t decide what his number one worst scenario would be, but i think anything in public would be nearly traumatic for him. if he wet himself in front of the other r/fa members he’d just get real quiet and say he’s fine and that he’ll clean it himself, but in reality he’d be deeply upset

this makes comforting him all the more difficult, even when you’re trying to tell him it’s okay he’d probably just keep apologizing and telling you not to worry about him

probably not really into omo but would try it for m/c

#omorashi #judging by how long this is i clearly think way too much about this lmao #feel free to message me if you want to hear more about this (why would you want to tho lmao)

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fuck-customers · 7 years

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Temper Tantrums (tl;dr at the bottom)

So I'm the person from the indie children's bookstore and I just gotta share what just happened because I found it hilarious. I've encountered my fair share of toddler temper tantrums, but on the whole, the toddlers that come in the store are polite and well behaved. Which makes it all the more amusing when an adult throws a tantrum. So one of the reasons we've been around so long (over 30 years) is that we have a LOT of events. Book launches, signings, book panels, etc. We have multiple a week, sometimes one every day in a week, or as many as three events in one day. It's good for business, but it can get hectic fast, so we have a few ground rules. Our rules are posted on every event poster in the store. And we announce them at each event. And they're basic common sense. Rule number one: you have to buy a book to get it signed. If you already own the book you can buy any other similarly priced book in the store! You just have to buy. A. Book. We keep track of this with colorful tickets that we hand out at the register. The discussion portion of events are all free, but to get a book signed, you need a ticket. To get a ticket, you need to make a purchase. Simple, common sense rule, right? Since a lot of people come late to events and just run back to the event space, we ALWAYS make an announcement before the signing that you need to buy a book to get a ticket for the signing. There hasn't been a single event I've gone to where we haven't made the policy perfectly clear. So we have a launch for a new picture book. It's the author's first book, so a lot of the guests are friends and family (mainly adults). I'm at the register, and there's the usual rush at the end of the discussion, when about half the guests run to buy the book and get their tickets. After about fifteen minutes, it gets quiet again. And then. She comes. Stalking down the aisle. Steam pouring out of her ears. Glaring daggers at every single employee who dares to cross her. A grown woman, well into her thirties, comes storming up to the register. "I'm so pissed!" She actually stomps her foot. A grown adult woman actually stomps her foot at me. I start checking her out and she rants at me, leaving me unable to get a word in edgewise. She also sounds like she's nearly in tears? "I waited. Thirty minutes. In that damn line. Only to be told at the front that I have to buy the book first!" If this was The Office, I'd be staring straight into the camera. "Like what, do you think I'm gonna steal it? It's just a children's book, how bad can it possibly be to steal a children's book?" Now I'm wishing a coworker was nearby so I could share a look with them. But this woman is about to cry so I'm not gonna give her my sarcastic response (Well, considering we're an independent store and trying to stay afloat, I'd say that every book counts, but what do I know?). I just nod sympathetically and try to get through the transaction as quickly as possible. "No one said I had to buy the book BEFORE getting it signed!" Actually my manager did. Over the PA system. I'm on the opposite side of the store and I could hear her. "And now I have to get BACK in line even though I already waited 30 minutes. I was at the FRONT OF THE LINE when a very rude woman snapped that 'I have to buy the book first,'" she mocks with sneer quotes. I shrug. "Store policy." "It was VERY badly handled. I'm VERY upset!" she spits, before snatching her picture book about a cute bunny. She was absolutely hopping mad. The hour ends, and I switch to my next duty, helping break down the event. I'm moving books around on the front display when SHE comes back, hunting for a manager. There's one a few feet away, closing the registers. I don't overhear everything but the gist I get is that she's bitching about my coworker who was in charge of handling the line. She's one of the sweetest girls, and would never hurt a fly, but according to this woman, she was very rude, made her feel very unwelcome and, "I had a very bad experience here today. I am not a satisfied customer. I hope someone talks to her." Knowing my coworker, she probably politely (but firmly) insisted that she buy the book first, which, once again, is not an unreasonable request. Nothing else really came from it bc how is my coworker gonna get in trouble for following store policy, especially when the customer straight up said "how bad can it possibly be to steal?" tl;dr: a grown adult woman throws a temper tantrum because she has to PAY for a book BEFORE getting it signed by the author!! (the horror!!!)

#submissions #fuck customers #submission

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weirdshitishappening · 6 years

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Hello it’s me!

Listening to the new Lana Del Rey song/Mitski album and (again) finally getting back to making some record of my wild life as I level up into being a professional psychic/healer/priestess.

I started working with Miwa this past week, mostly running errands and bottle feeding my new sidekick, Orion.

She asked me if I would be interested in becoming a core staff member at the school. This meaning I’ll be on salary (hopefully 40k) at only 30 hours a week so I’ll still have time to do readings at my own practice. She even mentioned eventual training to teach, which is the BIGGEST HONOR other than being able to be in her home and hang out with her first lil one.

When I first came to the school I couldn’t imagine this for myself. In such a short time I’ve progressed enough to find my passion/life’s purpose and make a career out of it. What the fuck.

One major life stressor checked off my god damn list.

I’m so grateful I cannot explain it.

Next up, keep working on self growth things and clearing enough bullshit in myself to attract the love of my (this) life.

SPEAKING OF

After nearly two months of certified radio silence from A, I get a super cool random text from him saying that he “feels bad” for never responding to my last text and that he “just got back from an 8 day backpacking trip” that was the “perfect end” to his time in Boulder with me and his friend Travis. Even though the end of his time in Boulder with me was the last night we spent together before he moved to the mountains. He’s been back around town since then to see his friend I think, so I’m not really sure where this cognitive dissonance is coming from. Hopefully shame?

I decided not to reply because I have literally just given myself the closure I so desperately wanted from him. I spent weeks and weeks just waiting for that text, trying to give him space and hoping for an explanation for the sudden change in him. I mean, we spent like three days and nights a week together for at least a month. I met all his friends. He took pictures of me and rolled me herbal cigarettes. He told me he didn’t like head before me. I knew he was moving but I thought there would be a formal goodbye. I thought he would do that.

THEN

The bastard texts me again yesterday to let me know he’s “actually in Boulder for a friend’s birthday party” and that he would be “stoked to grab a beer” because he’s curious about how school has been for me lately.

Which... he’s not because every time I would try to talk to him about it he would glaze over and so I tried not to because I thought he would think I was weird and leave me and I liked him so much

HAHAHA

A quick morsel of advice, mostly for myself: ALWAYS B URSELF BC THEY MIGHT LEAVE REGARDLESS

So, again, didn’t text back. Went out to the fall festival and to some bars with Trevor and Alex to try and fun it away. Wanted to text him once I was many beers in, but did not because now that I’m mothering myself I need to have my best interest at heart. If he was in my best interest then he would have not left my heart to bake in the August sun for so god damn long, if at all.

I’m mad and sad about it, but mostly mad. Maybe a little disappointed.

Other things: went to the metaphysical fair last weekend and had two amazing readings. Basically confirmed grandpa is one of my guides and that I have a really strong grandmother figure (not sure who exactly) as a guide as well. Grandpa was saying my future is so bright I’m gonna need shades, which is something he probably would say if he still had a body.

He also said I need to be more confident in myself and pep talk myself because I am pretty cool and special. Plus I’m about to level up and start seeing things -outside- my mind’s eye. He told me not to freak the fuck out, basically. Which made me freak a lil but it’s ok I’ll get over it bc I am the next supreme

----side note----

Just remembered somebody leaked another unreleased Alex G song which means I get a little dose of pure love and dopamine for the next three minutes or so.

Sometimes when I listen to him or other music that really hits me in my soul I think of Ginny and how we’re not friends anymore and how it’s sad to outgrow people but important to set boundaries.

Most people don’t know how to look at themselves neutrally and see that where they’re triggered, lit up, hung up, or upset is really just a place where they’re not letting themselves have permission to do or be that thing. Or that maybe they’re taking out stress or pain from other area of their life/psyche out on somebody who triggers them in a completely different way.

END GAME

People are really good mirrors for us to check out where in ourselves we should look at, love on, and heal.

For example, me being so upset and angry at A basically shows me pretty clearly that I have some f u n abandonment fears, need to be better at giving myself what I need so I don’t put unfair expectations on others, and reminds me that ultimately I am the only one responsible for how I feel. I can take some time to be a human and be angry, but eventually I will chill tf out and learn what pitfalls to avoid in -myself- next time I meet somebody I really like.

Like, don’t sacrifice who you are. Communicate. Set boundaries and let them know how you feel and what you want. Realize when a person cannot give you what you want and leave instead of energetically cording them and wistfully hoping they’ll move around their life bc they love you so much.

We’ve all got our bullshit, but as my roommate Jeff always says: don’t trust anyone with baggage that doesn’t have wheels.

Goodbye for now. It’s 3:17pm and I’ve done nothing today except watch videos on the Cardi Nicki fight, drink coffee, and sit on the porch in this irregular September heat.

Oh yeah, and the Europe trip got cancelled and I’m done dancing I think. Seasons are shifting and my life follows.

Big love,

Cass

#psychic #journal #clairvoyant #diary #diary of a psychic #journal of a psychic

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