i just wanna cut everyone off and rot away in my bed

I want to kiss a boy SO SO SO bad, but I don’t have a boy who I could kiss. Even just a simple hug would be nice.

kms, i need a person to want to talk to me 🙏🏾

i’ve had to unfollow so many mutuals for antisemitism or interacting with antisemites. it shouldn’t affect me as much as it does but it makes me sad every time :(

Snuggle Company

Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Can be read as platonic ((because platonic love is valid!))

Summary: Umbridge has been giving everyone nightmares. You especially, given she is well aware how close you are to the twins. Has you paranoid she will hurt you in your sleep. So, who better to keep you safe than the twins themselves?

Warnings: Anxiety, Umbridge, stress, sleepy snuggles, and it’s very short 😣 Going through ALOT right now. Pls forgive me

Here you were again. Standing just outside the dorm doors that belonged to the seventh year boys. A pair of boys would be in there that you needed. Needed badly, because you had yet another nightmare. A nightmare about her.

You worried they would be getting annoyed by this. By you waking them up again, just to climb into bed with them. Would it be better that you just straight up moved in there with them? Would the other students in their dorm be annoyed by your presence? This wasn’t your assigned bedroom after all.

You tried to power through those worrying thoughts, as you pushed the door open. You were too scared of Umbridge to give a care about what others thought. She hated you. Hated you because those twins liked you. You were the enemy by association.

You would tip toe across the room, and would hug yourself tighter. Just worried about being a burden, and a bother. Something she would often say you were. Just attacking your insecurities. She was good at that. She was good at making people hurt. Oh she was damn good at hurting people, and getting away with it.

Finally, you reached the familiar bed. Fred’s bed. Well, Fred and George’s bed. They never really out grew sharing a bed. George’s ended up being a make shift work shop table for their inventions. You found it utterly adorable how they would hold each other. They had a special bond. Magic tended to play a heavy role in that, but you still found it sweet. How that no matter how old they get they would still make sure to be there for each other. No matter what. Was comforting to see that guys don’t always worry about masculinity.

“Psst….Guys-“ You gently shook George’s shoulder, as you tried to wake them up. Didn’t want to wake the other students up, but you also didn’t want to just climb into bed either. Could startle them. Or worse. They didn’t want you to, and you invaded their personal bubble. Consent is important after all.

“Hm-?” George would rub at his eyes, while Fred yawned. They were annoyed as hell, until they saw it was you who bothered them. George gave a comforting smile, before scooting away from his twin. Fred, in turn, lifted the blanket up. You gave a sigh in relief, before climbing between them. Snuggled safely between them both.

“Thanks.” You whispered, as they would wrap their arms around you. A tangled of limbs, just like that. Was so warm. So warm, and safe. No one could get to you now. Safe between a pair of tricksters. Just like that. The smell of fire crackers, and cinnamon. That was such a comforting scent to you. Baked goods, and fire.

“No pink toads will get you-“ “Not on our watch.” The twins would tease you, as they gave you a tight squeeze. A reminder that they weren’t going anywhere. Not without you, at the very least. That had you smile, and feel a weight lift off your body. Safe. Safe again.

“We’ve got plans for her. Don’t worry.” George would reassure you, as he would nuzzle into the back of your neck. Enjoying the warmth you gave him, as his arm reached over to keep physical touch with Fred. The two most important people he has, right in his arms.

“And it’s going to be utterly spectacular. Just you wait and see.” Fred would echo, as he rested his head on yours. Forcing your nose into his neck, as his arm did the same thing. Keeping George close, as you were all safely hidden under the blanket.

“Promise.” They would share, as you were already drifting to sleep. Safe in their strong arms, and knowing you’ll be safe by morning all the same. No scary toads to haunt your dreams. Just a pair of pranksters to defend you. No matter what.

Safe snuggles. What a dream come true.

Getting in a relationship and being open with my feelings?? Cringeeee (I’m so fucking lonely and I’m scared of getting my heartbroken and I don’t know how to talk to boys)

Mourning the person I was before I lost track of my identity. Mourning all the years that have passed that I can’t remember. Mourning all the people who I’ve pushed away because I was too scared to message.

I wish people could see me for what I really am. I wish they could see the holy being that i am. I wish that when I walk into a room, everyone would stare and think ‘wow, I can’t believe i’m seeing an actual angel.’ I want to look as divine as I feel. I fought a war just to not even be recognized. I fought for and with my angel brethren, and now they don’t sven know who I am. I wish I could go back to how things used to be, because at least then I wasn’t so alone.

If you’re just here for Tim Drake and Zuko memes, feel free to ignore.

My cat has been missing since my birthday a few days ago and I am absolutely distraught, bursting into tears randomly and spiraling. There’s also a psychopath cat killer on the loose in my area and I’m just so scared and I can’t sleep properly.

Please help distract me with like. Nice art or messages or Tim Drake fics or idk something. I don’t really have anyone to talk to.

i just wanna fucking matter

wanna mean something to someone

i’m fucking nothing

i hate myself

Lazy Day

Leviathan x gn!Reader

Super Fluffy, comfort, and almost tooth rotting

This is just a short fic I made while feeling touched starved

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You were not feeling your best today. The combination of school work and the chaotic brothers fighting all the time had your energy running low but your stress running high. Homework and tests were thrown at you left and right, almost like nobody could understand that a human couldn't comprehend this amount of work.

However, you knew just what you needed to fix burdening crisis.

*knock knock*

"What's the password." His voice called from behind the wooden door.

"The second lord... blah, blah, blah." You respond with a sigh, not wanting to play these kinds of games at the moment, no matter how many times you found it to be the cutest thing in the past.

"Fine, come on in." He said as you already had the door open, knowing that he wouldn't deny you access anyway. You were his one "true friend" after all.

You shut the door softly behind you as you entered the dark blue room. Your eyes remind half lidded while adjusting to the change in brightness and your over sized comfy clothes absorbed your whole figure. Levi didn't bother to turn around to look at you however, he stayed fixated on his gaming device in hand, playing something about fire and emblems.

"Hey Levi?" You said in a hushed voice, almost ready to fall asleep on the floor as you approached him in his classic gaming chair.

"Hmm?" He said while turning his head slightly your way, but his eyes were still glued to the action packed screen. Pressing buttons non-stop, he seemed unbothered by your presence, but on the inside he was panicking. Did he do something wrong? Did you never want to see him again?

"Can I please just cuddle with you, I need a little attention to help me rest at the moment..." You stated, getting straight to the point of your sudden visit. You didn't have the energy to beat around the bush anyways. Moving towards him, your hands spun around his gaming chair once he paused his game and finally looked at you.

Your hair was a little messy while you had the most comfortable looking outfit on. You could say he was jealous of your coziness, but he was too consumed in how cute you looked right now to even care. His heart melted and skipped multiple beats as his face became red in color.

"W- why would you come to a g- gross otaku like me? I bet I'm the least comforting person out there." He asks while he lowers his gaze, no longer looking you in the eyes.

"Levi, please don't say those things. You are the only person who can make me feel better right now... so please?" You said as you fiddled with your sleeves before reaching your arms out, inviting or asking the purpled haired demon for a hug

"O- ok." He stuttered as he finally set the gaming device aside and opened his arms up for you as well. Smiling, you crawled into his lap. Your arms snaking around his waist, bringing him into a tight hug.

You may have squeezed him a bit to hard at first and broke him for a minute, but soon he wrapped his arms around you in return. Resting his chin onto the top of your head, simultaneously rubbing small circles into your back. Taking a deep breath, he finally started to relax along with you.

His face still burned red from the close contact, but the biggest smile also rested on his face. It wasn't like he was going to admit it anytime soon, but Levi enjoyed your touch very much.

He loved the way he could listen to your heart beat if he tried hard enough. He loved the way his breathing would automatically start to match yours after a while of being in each others embrace. He loved how you came to him, out of all of his other brothers, for comfort and relaxation.

But most importantly he loved you and nothing could change that.

His hand continued to trace little shapes into the small of your back as you were already off in dream land. His touch finally putting you to sleep after the long day you had.

However, he soon felt him self do the same. Sinking into the cushion of his chair, he nuzzled his check onto the top of your head, his hold on you getting tighter as he breathed in your blissful sent.

Before he knew it, he was off dreaming with you by his side. You were the royalty and he was your knight in shining armor.

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me and my fucking abandonment issues ruining everything

Life will get happier, right? I won’t spend every moment alone sad? Someday I wont feel afraid to give my love and trust again? Someone will care for me like she did? I am worthy of love and care. I made the right decision for me. It just hurts a lot right now. I couldn’t make the best decision for me without also hurting her, and sometimes that hurts more.

If you know me irl, please pretend you don’t see this. I’m talking SPECIFICALLY to you, E.

Anyway, this was supposed to be a list of head canons but I got carried away and it turned into a Drabble.

OMFG WHEN I POSTED IT LAST NIGHT I DIDN’T INCLUDE THE FIRST HALF OF IT IM SO SORRY (to the three ppl who read it)

Only proofread by me, and I’m tired.

Pure fluff.

Hannibal Lecter x Artist!reader

E, I TOLD YOU TO GET LOST!!

Artist!reader and Hannibal sitting together in bed, reader is tracing every detail of his face as Hannibal gazes into their eyes, almost trying to read their thoughts. Artist!reader will gently place their fingers under his chin and press their thumb against his cheekbone, then run a finger down his nose that seems to curve out ever so slightly, only to finally graze over his thin, pink lips and their prominent cupid's bow. They’ll feel his lips pull further into a straight-line smile under their touch and immediately notice how one side of his top lip rises a hair higher than the other. Artist!reader will finally look back up into Hannibal’s double lidded eyes, trying to imagine how they’d replicate the color of his irises. A writer might get away with throwing them under the vague category of “hazel”, but an artist has to find a way to actually replicate the dominant shade light chestnut, and shadows alluding to the same pale green of dried moss.

Hannibal would simply put a hand on the back of their neck and pull them into him so that he can briefly take in the scent of their hair, and the feel of it against his skin before pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. He’ll have you look back into his eyes so he can tell you, “Goodnight, my darling {reader}.” Then he’ll snuggle back into theposition of their head nuzzled into his chest, his face buried in their hair, and his other arm under their head in place of a pillow.

“Guh’night.” Their words are muffled against Hannibal’s chest, but he understands them fine.

He knows they’ll dream of him. Everything they’d consciously memorized had been packed up into a suitcase for their subconscious to take into its own world to keep safe.

Hannibal will dream of them, too; the look of adoration in their eyes, how delicately they treat him, the way they seem completely entranced by him, and him alone.

I’m such a hopeless romantic dude kill me. >:[

🖤🖤🖤

“He gets to touch you before me?”

Based on this bra I saw ^

A/N this is my first FA fiction I’ve written ever so constructive criticism is welcome also requests if you have any hit me up. :)

Warnings: smut MDNI cock teasing creampie unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) and sub!peter the use of a vibrator and a blowjob (m)

It was a Saturday night and as per usual Peter was out on patrol. You were at home cuddled into the couch with some dumb reality tv playing in the background.

It was common for this to be how you spent your days. Alone that is. Peter was caring and nurturing but being a hero to many was quite the job. You didn’t mind though because as long as you got him home at some point to cuddle and care for you it was worth it. (And how good his butt looks in latex)

It was around 11:30 and you were dozing off when you heard the door open, and Peter walking in. Of course the first thing he did was heat up whatever was on the stove, kiss you on your forehead and ask about your day. “How was your day bug?” “Fine thanks for asking, how was yours?” You always replied knowing he would always have the same answer. “Insane!!” It was cute how excited he always was to tell you about all of the things he did during the day. Today he was talking about an elderly lady. He walked over to you with his broccoli and chicken in hand expressing how cute and little she was.

After indulging in a little too much reality tv he wanted to tease you. He was laying on top of you and he stuck his hand underneath your shirt, hand snaking up your stomach and to your right boob. He was playing with your nipple and he could tell you were enjoying based on your shallow breaths

“I’ve missed you so much love.” “Aw I missed you too.” He unbuttoned your shirt to see a lovely bra with the infamous hero printed all over it “he gets to touch you before me?” “Jealous pretty boy?” He shook his head and you sunk down to the floor I front of him and slowly unbuckled his belt. When you pulled down the pants attached to the underwear his gorgeous cock sprung free, leaking pre cum from the light pink tip. “So gorgeous for me love.” You slowly started pumping his cock edging him on slowly. “Fu-fuck baby” and “just like that shit.” Coming out of his whiny little mouth

“Please fuck me.” “Not so fast pretty boy.” He was always so eager for you. But you wanted this to last as long as possible. You pumped his cock at a furious pace and licked the tip with tiny kitten licks. He was bucking his hips into your mouth at this point. “Fuck your so gorgeous.” “Taking me so well.” “Please I’m so close.” The words only made you want him to beg more. His cock was angry a bright red and he was so hard it was probably painful. You sprung your tits out of the bra for extra help bringing him pummeling to the finish line. “Fuckk if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum.” So just like that you stopped.

You stood up and walked to the bedroom. “Baby pleaseee where are you going??” “You’ll see!!” You yelled back with a smirk apparent on your lips. A few moments later you returned with a magic wand vibrator in hand. You heard Peter swear under his breath. Knowing what he was in for. You walked over pushing your panties down and off your legs. You straddled him on the couch hovering over his dick. “Fuck your such a tease.” You smiled knowing it fucking pissed him off when you teased.

Slowly you suck down on his cock squeezing and forcing out your name along with many cuss words. “Your so gorgeous you know that right” Peter looked up at you with lust covered eyes. You kissed him and turned on the vibrator. You pressed it to where you two met Peter felt it in his core knowing he was wasn’t going to last. “I’m so close please let me cum.” He fucked you at a furious pace hitting your cervix causing you to squeal all high pitched. “Im gonna fuck my cum right Into you and make you so full.” You squeezed him tight. “Are you close sweet girl?” “Yes, love” he fucked you harder pushing the vibrator hard to your clit. Causing extreme waves of pleasure to go through you.

“Im cumming!!” You squeezed around him a final time creaming all over his cock watching it pool around his shaft as he pumped in and out of you. “Shit me too f-fuck.” Shooting white stings of his load straight to your womb. “Fuck i really should wear Spider-Man undergarments more often as you winked at him pulling his soft dick out of you as you both hissed at the feeling of contact. Peter got a washcloth and cleaned you up. You thought the night was over when all of a sudden.. “hey babe” “yeah Pete?” “I wanna try something.” You just giggled and replied with yeah I’m down. He grabbed the vibrator and pressed it to your clit, you weren’t expecting the sensitivity you had from your post orgasm haze. It felt like pure bliss. He started pumping two fingers into you and hitting your g spot. “Fuck Peter” “making me feel so good” you were close to coming. Like so close and it was coming at a rapid pace all of sudden you view went white from pleasure overwhelmed feeling everything release. You squirted on Peter. Like all over him. “Holy. Shit.” His grey short sleeve was soaked in your juices he cooed you coming down with “that’s my girl.” “Taste so good sweet girl.” He said while licking up and down your slits cleaning up your past orgasms. “Fuck that was intense. Where did you see that?” “ I might’ve googled some things he winked at you.” “And I wanted spidey over there he pointed to the discarded bra on the floor, to know who exactly you belonged to. “You always you Peter.”