Hello

Hello <3

I just wanted to say....I'm obsessed with this guy 👇

Yeah, this guy right here.....👆

May i have some HC of him and a s/o?

But the s/o dislikes physical contacts someone like me....

Don't worry, he's easy to become obsessed with 🤧

(This is super late and kinda short and I am terribly sorry—)

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Luckily for you, Jonathan isn't all that big on physical contact, either.

So you seldom have to worry about being attacked with hugs and kisses out of nowhere for literally no reason at all.

He won't even try to hold your hand if you're feeling particularly touchy.

The two of you manage to find a way around that though - you make up for whatever you don’t do with random gestures. These could range anywhere from winking flirtatiously, to blowing kisses (this one is a bit rarer), to flicking the other on the side of the head. I didn’t say all of these gestures were romantic ones.

Most people in the Manor don’t even know the two of you are dating because you’re so low-key about it; you act like chaotic idiots who simply enjoy the other’s company, and even the dialogue you share is casual. 

That’s just because you’re comfortable with one another, and you don’t have to act like a traditional couple in public to assure yourselves.

“Hey, have you guys considered going out? Your chemistry is really strong.”

You and Johnny met each other’s eyes and started snickering.

“We’ve been going out, moron.”

If one of you needs to be consoled without actually being touched (that’s good because he sucks at doing that anyway), you’ll find a way. One time you started crying and Johnny just stood there awkwardly for about a minute before announcing he’d be right back, then he returned shortly after with some food. You spent that night watching movies of your choice as he was right by your side.

Never underestimate the power of being in the same room together and what it can do to lift your spirits.

If anyone ever crosses your boundaries and Johnny’s around to see it, expect him to violently shove them to the side and send them a threatening glare.

You’ve tried standing up for him in that regard as well, but he’s so big and intimidating he can pretty much do it himself.

But it’s the thought that counts!

Your relationship definitely still works, even though neither of you love on each other 24/7. Your bond is all you need - the extra stuff is up to the mood.

As someone who literally just ended her period like three days ago while on vacation (and also stained some pajama pants), this made me feel so so so so so happy. Will is amazing. And now I want dark chocolate.

Official Boyfriend Duty.

pairing: wilbur soot / afab reader (female pronouns)

summary: on the first morning in your week-long stay with your long-distance boyfriend, you realize you forgot to pack a necessity...

author's note: my period surprised me yesterday after being two weeks late and im in more pain that ever before. wish I had a soft caring bf to dote on me

warnings: the entire thing is about reader having her period, so mentions of blood, bleeding through clothes, cramping, pain meds, and being in a delicate emotional state (literally just describing my own periods lol).

word count: 2.3k

MASTERLIST

Holy fucking shit. 

This was supposed to be a good trip. You were supposed to get off the plane and fall into your long-distance boyfriend’s arms and get back to his flat and cuddle him for the first time in months. You were supposed to be in his arms right now, snuggling together for warmth, tangled in the cozy comforters and watching the early morning sun rise outside his bedroom window, lighting up the tiny space he called home and sharing a tender moment together. Instead, you were hiding in his bathroom harboring the worst cramps you’d ever felt in your life, pajamas ruined with bloodstains, and scrambling through your suitcase and his bathroom drawers praying you’d find any type of feminine product. Anything. As if a grown man who lives alone would keep pads or tampons on him. 

You’d think, after over ten years of monthly periods, you’d have it under control by now. You’d think that when leaving for a week-long trip you would remember to pack those things, just in case. But, somehow, in the excitement of getting to spend time with your boyfriend, you’d completely forgotten about the impending doom that was your period, leaving you stranded in a foreign country with nothing you needed. 

Holy shit this hurts so bad. Oh my god, oh my god. Fuck, what if it got in his bed? How fucking embarrassing would that be? He probably thinks you’re so gross, God, what a way to start this week-

“Sweetheart? You in there?” 

Your mental rambling and growing anxiety was interrupted by a gentle knock at the bathroom door and the familiar, sleepy morning voice of your favorite person. “Uh, yeah.”

“You okay?”

“F-fine.” Hearing his gentle voice through the door did calm you down a bit, but you were still embarrassed to admit to him what had happened. To admit you were curled on his bathroom floor with blood in your pajamas, looking like a middle schooler who’d just gotten her first period rather than a grown adult. “Rrrgh.” A small groan escaped your mouth- a whimper, almost- and though you thought it was barely audible, your attentive boyfriend seemed to notice immediately. 

“Hey, hey, sweetheart, what’s happened?” His voice dropped to that caring, soft hum that always made you weak in the knees and let you know that he cared about you more than anything else in the world. “Can you please let me in?” 

You finally dragged yourself to your feet, telling yourself over and over again that this is Wil, he would never judge you, he loves you, he understands, he wouldn’t be grossed out. But still, there was an embarrassment, a shame, even, eating away at the back of your head. You unlocked the door and cracked it open slightly, looking up as the bathroom light fit Wil’s sleepy face. His eyes were still half-lidded, his hair a mess from his pillow, and he was wearing sweats and a cozy sweater to combat the morning chills in your absence next to him in bed. His lips turned up in a smile when he saw you, and he opened his arms for a hug. You slipped out the door to fall against his chest and wrap your arms around him as he did the same to you, burying his nose in the top of your head and pressing kisses against your hair. As much as you were in pain right now, it helped a little bit to hold the person you love the most. But, he squeezed your waist a little too tight, and you let out a pained whimper at the pressure on your abdomen. 

“What’s wrong?”

You looked up with a hesitant, sheepish half-smile. “It's… embarrassing.”

“I won’t judge.” He said, with a hundred percent earnesty. 

“I know…” you took his hand through the sleeve of his sweater and played with his fingers. “I’m uh. I just started my period. Like overnight. And I don’t have anything I need.” 

“Ohhh.” His face softened into a soft, encouraging smile, and his arms wrapped around you once more, gentler. He peppered kisses slowly against your face. Though you hadn’t been with him in person over your period yet, he’d heard you complain about how bad yours was and had certainly comforted you- albeit, over a discord call- months before this. Now that he was finally here for you during it, he was going to take the chance to prove to you he could be the sweetest boyfriend in the world and carry out all of the Official Boyfriend Duties you had joked about before. “Oh, lovely, that sucks. You don’t have anything?” 

“I- I was excited at the thought of coming to visit you, I completely forgot to check my calendar to see. I didn’t pack anything at all. I’m using toilet paper right now, and I have clean underwear, obviously, but… I really need something better. And I… I bl……” You trailed off, your words barely a mumble.

“What’s that?” 

“I bled… I bled through my pajamas.” 

“Oh, I can help with that.” With that, he took a step back into his room and shuffled around in some drawers for a moment, before handing you a stack of clothes- large, fluffy, Wilbur-smelling clothes. “You can wear this.” 

“Really?” You held the pile, instinctively lifting it and taking in the scent of Wilbur’s laundry detergent, the cologne and body wash that seemed to hang onto the fabric and make it uniquely his own scent. It always comforted you. “What if I accidentally get blood on it?” 

“I’ll wash it. I’m not afraid of a little blood, sweetheart.” He pressed another kiss to your temple and ran a thumb down your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Right, clean up a bit if you’d feel better and get changed into that and come out when you’re ready, I’ll make your favorite warm drink and have a spot in bed ready for you. After you let me hold you a bit and wake up some more, I’ll run to the shops, yeah? I’ll get you everything you need, alright?” 

“You’d really go buy stuff for me?”

“Of course, darling. Official Boyfriend Duties, remember?” You laughed at the words and nudged your face back into his hand that still cupped your cheek.

“I love you, Wil.” 

“I love you, (Y/N). Now, shoo!”

When you stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later, Wil had to stop in his tracks to look at you. You were wearing his black sweatpants, rolled up at the legs and much too big for you, and his big sweater, also much too big and absolutely drowning you in maroon cotton.  Seeing you in his clothes always made him feel so warm and fuzzy inside, seeing how small and adorable you were compared to him.

He had the pillows and blankets piled into a cozy little nest for you, a steaming warm cup of your favorite drink by the bedside table, and his arms open for you. And you happily left the bathroom- and your ruined shorts on the floor- and fell into his arms. 

“Hey, there.” He pressed kisses against the top of your head. “Feel a little better?” 

“Still hurt a lot.””

“Here, this should help, right?” He handed you a bottle of ibuprofen. “If you need something else, just text me and I’ll pick it up at the pharmacy, alright?” He helped you get cozy in bed, getting your laptop adjusted on your bedside table and turning on your favorite show, making sure you had everything you needed and that your phone was right next to you in case you had to call him. “Okay, I’m just going to run to the shop down the street, alright? Give me ten minutes, then I’ll be back to cuddle you.” He kissed you again, hesitant to leave you, but finally went at your goodbye, waving as he stepped out the door. Not even a minute later, your phone lit up with a text from him. 

‘Only ten minutes, I promise!’

You snuggled into bed, closed your eyes, waiting for the pain meds to kick in and your boyfriend to get back home, thinking about how lucky you were to have someone like him. You felt so loved and warm in his oversized clothes, surrounded and comforted by his scent, and felt yourself drifting into fuzzy thoughts. Somewhere in your drifting in and out of sleep, though, your phone vibrated in the bed next to you, and the adorable profile picture of your boyfriend popped up. 

“Hi, Wil.” 

“Heyyy, sweetheart. I’m in the shop now, what kind of products do you need? I honestly didn’t realize how different all these types are. There are… numbers? Sizes? I uh, I’m honestly a little lost. And I asked someone for advice but she said it all depends on preference, really.”

You giggled at the thought of your giant boyfriend standing in the feminine hygiene aisle and shuffling side to side and asking a stranger for help. You told him the brand and size that you preferred. “You can just get the cheapest pack, I’m only here for a week.” 

“No, no, I’m going to stock up for every time you come to visit. I want my place to feel like home to you, too, okay?” You smiled, your heart warm and fluttering. “I’m just going to grab a few of your favorite snacks, okay? Then I’ll be home.” 

“Can you grab something that’s dark chocolate?”

“Of course, darling.” 

“Thank you.”

You heard him shuffling around on the other side of the phone, something about the ambiance of the store and the being able to hear him even though he was ten minutes away as if you were there with him was making you comfortable and sleepy, and you started drifting off while on the phone. You heard Wil hum a tune to himself over the phone as he walked through the store, and before you even realized it, your eyes had slipped shut and you were falling asleep with the phone cradled against your ear. 

Your eyes only opened again when you heard the front door open and close. You heard footsteps in the apartment and the same gentle humming tune that you’d fallen asleep to, and then you saw Wilbur step into the room, in his warm sweater and sweatpants, with multiple reusable grocery bags on his arms. He smiled at you, setting the bags on the ground and kneeling by the bed to give you a kiss. 

“Hey, beautiful. How are you feeling?” 

“The pills helped, and I got some sleep.” 

“I heard.” He laughed, remembering how cute it was to hear her small snores over the phone while he was shopping, and the smile it brought to his face. “I brought your pads, want to go change now and we can cuddle?” 

Minutes later, you felt fresh again, having changed and eaten some candy and finished your hot drink, and ready to nap again in Wilbur’s arms. He was laying in bed on his phone, looking so cozy, one leg bent up into a triangle, knowing you loved to snuggle into his side like that and have one of his legs thrown across you. You liked to be absolutely smothered by him while cuddling, and he loved it. He looked up at you, tossing his phone aside and smiling, opening his arms to invite you in. You curled into him immediately, and he let out a pleased hum, the sound of a smile, tucking you into the crook of his neck. “Oh, my precious girl. Welcome back.”

You sniffled, overwhelmed with the amount of love you were feeling, before it was even bright out. “Thank you so much for being so sweet today, Wil.” 

“Awww, (Y/N), of course. It’s my duty as your boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry I ruined the day with this stupid period. You were probably planning to do something fun today, and now I’m all gross and bleeding...” 

“Hey, stop it. You didn’t ruin the day at all, and you’re not gross. And we can do those plans any time. There’s nothing I’d rather do than lay in bed with you all day, okay? We haven’t gotten to cuddle in months, so I’m certainly not going to complain if we’re bed-ridden today.” 

“But you didn’t have to go to the store.” 

“Yes, I did.” He argued lightheartedly, a glint of teasing in his eyes. “I wasn’t going to just let you be all sad, and uncomfortable this week, okay? I’m honored and so, so happy to be able to take care of you, really. And I needed to stock up, anyway, in case you’re here on your period again any time in the future. You're my partner, and I would do anything you need to ensure that you’re comfortable and feel as loved as humanly possible when you’re here. I love you.”

You felt the tears well up in your eyes, but before you could apologize for being emotional, he kissed you cheeks and you could already hear his words in your head, telling you not to apologize, that emotions were good, and you never needed to apologize to him for expressing them, especially when you were in this much pain. “I love you too, Wil.” You snuggled into his sweater as he wrapped his arms around you, a deep sigh rumbling from his chest and his seedy heartbeat pounding right under your ear lulling you to sleep in his embrace. But before you drifted off, you heard one last sentence that made you smile.

“Get some rest, darling, wake me if you need me.”

hey if you don't mind could I get a Creepypasta matchup?

I'm Transmasc

I'm bisexual

I often wear a hoodie and jeans.

I am in INFP and Cancer (Zodiac)

I really like drawing but I'm bad at it.

I'm 5'3.

I'm really shy, but if I am comfortable with you I can be loud and chaotic.

I'm really kind and love helping people!

I love jokes and tell them a lot

I laugh easily I like animals and being around them (including bugs!)

I also like reading from time to time.

I get cold easily.

I like watching Spongebob and Regular Show.

I have anxiety and social anxiety.

I have PTSD

I like to play games I prefer Animal Crossing, Pokemon or Rhythm games.

I really like Punk Pop, Pop or Rock music.

My favorite musical artists are, Mitski, Jack Stauber, Twenty-one Pilots, Hollywood Undead, Cavetown and Green Day

I listen to Lofi music to calm down

Also, can I be called Frost Anon?

You sure can, Frost Anon :D

I match you with...

Jeff!

Jeff, at first, wasn't very interested in you. You were cute and all, but that kinda attitude never really drew him in.

That was until he came back from a mission one day with an injured arm, and since Jack wasn't there to assist him, he had to try to doctor and wrap it himself. You noticed his obvious struggling and stepped over to offer your help, and a little startled, he allowed you to take the reigns.

He couldn't figure out why you would go out of your way to do this for him, when you probably had plenty of other - more important - things to tend to. When you were finished, he blinked down at you, muttered a hesitant, "uhh...thanks", and you gave a meek grin in response.

He kind of started seeing you differently after that event, and he couldn't quite decipher why.

All he knew was that suddenly, he noticed your presence whenever you walked into the room, he'd listen to what you were saying at all times, and he even began to snort at the little jokes you told, even if some of them were cheesy. He did this quietly, of course, but you didn't fail to note it.

And one day, he saw you giving his good boy Smile the affection he deserves, and his heart melted. That was when he realized that he definitely might have had a teensy eensy crush on you.

This 'crush' only evolved as time progressed, and he decided maybe it would be worth his time to get to know you, so that's exactly what he did.

A bit abrasively, sure, but what more can you expect from Jeff?

The moment you first giggled at a snarky, off-handed comment he made about one of the other residents was the moment he felt a new kind of accomplishment.

He adored how you sounded when you laughed - especially because of him - so he made a viable effort to get that reaction out of you whenever he had a chance. It made his pride swell every time he succeeded.

He didn't bother using small talk to get closer to you, nor did he use typical flirting tactics - he simply acted like himself (perhaps dialed back a bit so you wouldn't be overwhelmed), as Jeff is capable of being no other way. Thankfully, this worked in his favor.

Liu convinced him that you were receptive to his, uh...advances? And told him to just go for it, as the worst thing that could happen was rejection.

He begrudgingly took his advice and sorta just blurted out a confession while the two of you were in the middle of watching TV.

"Yeah, uh, by the way, I like you a lot I think."

It was a bit startling but you were flattered nonetheless.

As a boyfriend, Jeff is surprisingly mature. He isn't needy or possessive, and he rarely gets jealous to a concerning extent, unless you just intentionally throw yourself at another attractive individual.

It's often overshadowed by his tendency to be brash and easily annoyed, but when his walls are down, he can be rather sweet, and you and his brother are really the only ones that have access to this hidden side of him.

When a chill sweeps your body, he will not hesitate to wrap you in a blanket burrito and then proceed to take a picture of you, where he'll then make it his screen saver. And he'll swaddle you tightly too - like, you have to fight to escape the blanket's grasp, and he'll either sit there and watch in amusement or leave you alone to your own devices.

Honestly, he was a very big Spongebob fan when he was a kid, so he will eagerly flop down onto the couch next to you when it turns on, singing along to the intro in the dumbest pirate voice he can muster.

Despite his normally light-spirited personality, he can get serious when the moment calls for it. When you get anxious, have a panic attack, get flashbacks, or have a nightmare, he is there to help in whatever way he possibly can.

He's not an expert by any means at comforting people, but he will do his absolute best to talk you down, keep his tone soft, reassure you that everything's okay, and offer physical contact when it's needed. He doesn't like seeing you genuinely upset, over anything, so puts an extra amount of effort into making sure you're alright.

He was never really into video games, but you got him hooked on Animal Crossing, and now he can legit spend hours playing it at a single time.

Like you try to drag him away and he's just like, "yeah yeah, in a minute" and will be there for another three hours if you let him.

It isn't his fault the game's so freaking addictive!

If you ever happen to fall asleep with him, beware. This man is a snorer.

He claims he isn't, of course, but that doesn't magically make it true.

I also hope you like being scared outta your wits from time to time because Jeff will certainly deliver on that.

Hi! I know this is kinda random, but I find it really cool that you actually write for Cody. He's one of my favorite creeps, but he isn't very well known lol.

I'm glad you say that! Cody is shamelessly one of my favorites, and funnily enough, he used to not be - I barely knew he existed, aha. But now his character has grown on me soooo much and I couldn't imagine not writing for him ^^

Hello! I was wondering if you could write about The creepypastas with a type 1 diabetic S/O, and they find out because their S/O had to give themselves some insulin to lower their blood sugar? Thank you, have a good day or night!

You did not specify which Creepypastas you wanted, so I chose three at random. Hope that's okay :)

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Helen

Kinda confused at first honestly. Wasn't sure what to think, since he'd never been around anyone with that sort of problem and he was pretty much clueless about diabetes.

All he knew was that the needle looked like it hurt. He had to turn his head; it made him borderline nauseous.

"Y/n? Are you, uhh…alright?"

You explained what you were doing to him and why exactly you had to do it, and he listened intently, making a mental note to do more research on the topic later.

Now he tries to remain aware of how you're doing at all times, and if he thinks your blood sugar is getting too high, he'll get you to a less chaotic place and sit you down, but you're gonna have to be the one to give the insulin. He ain't touching that needle.

Cody

Immediately eager to help.

"What can I do? Do you need something to drink? You look tired, we can go nap together if you want."

He'll even offer to inject it for you, if you feel too drained. He's more experienced with this subject than most people; one of his foster moms had diabetes, and from the few months he lived with her, there were plenty of moments he needed to assist her with something, and she made sure to be thorough in quelling his curiosity when he asked questions.

He wishes you would have told him sooner, so he could have prepared the things you need in his room, in case you had a spell when you were in there with him.

He also ensures you have a bottle of insulin on you at all times, especially if you're about to leave the house. He can't have you going anywhere and not be ready in case something happens.

Ben

"Woah, that explains a lot."

He pretty much just watches with growing interest, tilting his head and sitting down beside you.

Then he'll get the 'puppy-dog' eyes and poke his lips out. "Why didn't you tell me? I may be immature but that doesn't mean I can't comprehend the basic idea of chronic illness."

Basically you have to reassure him that his claims were not the reason that the topic never came up, although it takes some insistence on your end before he fully believes you.

Once he's alone, he starts reading about diabetes, so he doesn't have to assume things or talk your ear off with endless inquiries. Definitely expect to be coddled a bit more than usual though.

[Zero]: Ya know, it’s the funniest thing. I feel like you’ve gotten...smarter.

[Cody]: Yeah, cause I stopped listening to you.