#like I slept for 16 hours and I just want to go back to sleep so I can't think or feel but I'm trying to force myself to do stuff just to

[charlie-lec-stories]

Good enough // CL16 & MV1

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Original Female Character / Max Verstappen

Summary: Max is not always the confident man he looks like.

Warnings: Self-esteem issues, some dark thoughts, talks about eating disorders.

Author’s Note: Men can also suffer from low self-esteem and body insecurities. Rate: +16 (inappropriate language)

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She always slept in the middle and Max was okay with that, because even though he loved to cuddle Charles, he was a living heater, like Max. Y/N was like an ice cube and it was great to have her in the middle, cooling them down. Watching her peaceful face in the morning was also a plus. That was the sight he found that morning, her laying face up, her lips slightly parted, Charles half on top of her, his nose buried on the crook of her neck and his left arm over her protectively, his fingers brushing Max's middle. The Monegasque was snoring softly, the noise muffled by Y/N's collarbones. As always, Charles was shirtless, it was impossible for him to rest well with clothes and it wasn't like the Dutchman or their girl would complain about it. On the contrary, she started progressively to sleep with less clothes on. Max wasn't sure when it happened but she went from loving to trying different PJ's and seeing which one was more comfortable to sleeping in just a tank top and a pair of cotton panties. Again, there were no complaints about that. Max could never complain about seeing them with little to no clothing, they were literally the most beautiful people he had ever met.

He knew that she was perfect since the first time he laid eyes on her, while they were teenagers. He felt his breath itch just looking at her face, and when they became closer and she started hugging him more, he became addicted to the touch of her skin, soft and plush under his fingers. He could remember the first time he saw her in underwear like a core memory, they were still friends and he had never felt so guilty for anything as he felt for his thoughts that night. She spent the night at his house, they both had a race the next day and her parents couldn't take her, so he offered her to stay at his house and go with him the next day. His father was less than pleased with his idea, but agreed anyway. She changed in front of him like it was the most normal thing in the world, he was her best friend and she felt safe with him, the tug of guilt he felt in his heart for looking at her like she was a whole meal still haunted him. But he thought she was breath-taking, every inch of her body was just too perfect to be real. He was seventeen at the time, so his mind went to places that he wasn't proud of, but even if he wasn't sexualizing her all the time now that they were older, he still could say that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Then there was Charles, who Max knew for a fact was the most wanted man in motorsport. People just worshiped his body like it was a whole temple and Max couldn't agree more with those people. He would definitely join a cult about Charles' body. From his cute, messy hair to his toned legs, Charles was a living Greek God and Max thanked Zeus every day for making his boyfriend figuratively allergic to wearing shirts. Summer Charles was his favorite, all hot and bothered, walking around sporting his smallest shorts and needing someone to apply sunscreen on his back three times a day. Max would always volunteer for that. But Spring Charles was also great, always wearing half buttoned shirts, chest showing teasingly. Max's second favorite was Autumn Charles, who liked to work out in compression shirts, leaving him and Y/N looking at his body the whole time they should be training. Winter Charles was less of a show off, but that doesn't mean he didn't serve... There were few sights as beautiful as the Monegasque in winter attire, with his nose reddened and smile on full display. Max could spend hours just looking at Charles sitting in front of the fire, warming up while chatting with Y/N about all of his favorite things.

He watched them both sleep for a few minutes, following the ups and downs of their chests, the covers up to Charles' hips, giving away just a peek of the navy blue panties Y/N wore that time to sleep. He felt lucky, but he also felt terrible about himself. As he got up from the bed, he sighed softly, doing the best he could to suppress the negative thoughts that tried to settle down on his mind. Walking down the hallway and towards the kitchen, he couldn't stop his body and it positioned itself in front of the mirror at the entrance of the living room. He looked at his reflection with a shy gaze, the dark shirt made him look slimmer, or at least he told himself that. The deep breath he took was shaky and when his hands moved to his hips, the hem of it tensed, highlighting a little roll on his lower belly. He looked away disgusted, his hands falling back down by his sides and walked quickly to the kitchen to start breakfast. He focused on his Stroopwafels, he wanted them to be ready before Charles woke up, or else he would complain about eating in the morning and skip breakfast. His boyfriend was a disaster when it came to food, he didn't like many dishes, and the Stroopwafels were one of the few things Charles liked to eat in the morning.

Max thought about skipping breakfast and instead going for a run, burning that roll he saw in the mirror, but he knew that it was not healthy behavior. He didn't like the way he looked, he did feel ugly, but he was aware of the limits between feeling bad about himself and doing risky things to achieve the body he wanted. Still, once in a while, his low self-esteem would entertain the idea of skipping a meal or extending a training session. He didn't resent his partners for being physically perfect, but he did feel like he wasn't good enough for their perfection. He would sometimes look at them, so incredibly good-looking together, and think that he didn't look as good as he should, like he was out of place with their beauty. The fact that they loved him was important to him, he understood that they loved him for his personality and not for his looks, and he wasn't a superficial man, constantly thinking about his or other people's looks, still, he sometimes wondered what they saw in him. When he was making out with them and they felt so into it, he would ask himself once in a while how it was possible that someone like him could turn them on. It was some kind of miracle that a woman who could have any man in the world, who already had Charles fucking Leclerc would want to have sex with him, or al least that's how he felt like.

"Morning, Amor". (Love). He heard Y/N voice as her arms wrapped around him, her cheek pressed against his back. He felt her kissing his shoulder and then playfully bite him. He laughed.

"Morning, Schat. How did you sleep?". He took the last Stroopwafel out of the pan and then turned around to face her.

"Bien, but woke up around 3 am wanting to peet and went back to sleep right away because you both were squeezing me so bad that I couldn't even go to the bathroom". (Good). She pouted and then giggled, making him smirk, loved her giggles. She stood on her tip-toes and kissed him, her hands moving to his hair to pull at it a little, he moaned but gathered his composure back quickly.

"No funny business, no time for that". He said against her lips and she huffed. It was a Wednesday and they were all traveling to the USA for the triple-header.

"It won't take too long, I promise". She dragged her hands down his torso, he loved every second of that, until she reached the hem of his shirt and her fingers touched the skin of his lower belly. He grew self conscious fast and then pushed her hands away. She looked at him worried, not for him not wanting to have sex but for him to refuse her touch as if it was burning him. He had those reactions once in a while and it always made her wonder what was wrong, but he never seemed open to talk about it.

"I just don't want us to be late, Schat". He quickly lied and she let it slide. He kissed her again, just to let her know that they were good. They heard Charles' footsteps and the conversation died there.

In Austin, they were gratefully surprised with the fact that they were staying all in the same hotel, which meant that they could share a room all five nights. Charles and Y/N didn't even bother on settling down in their rooms, knowing that they weren't spending a second there, instead, they took their suitcases to Max's room and then plopped down on the bed. Max was still acting weird, he barely let them cuddle him on the plane, didn't ramble about anything and then just went straight to the shower, taking his sweet time there. Charles, even though he had been close to Max for less time, also picked up on his strange behavior. They knew that Max was allowed to have bad days and be moody, but these episodes were different from being moody. He looked sad, like the spark he usually had suddenly lacked power. The two talked about it, wondering what could have happened and how to bring up the subject to Max without scaring him off. The last thing they wanted was to make him feel uncomfortable or pressured to open up about something he wasn't ready. Once he walked out of the bathroom, completely dressed to bed, they made themselves comfortable and drifted off.

"You look stunning today, Y/N". Max heard one of the reporters say while they were all on the media pan. Max suppressed an eye-roll, she always looked great and someone always had to point it out. He was a little jealous, but the fact that he had felt particularly bad about himself the last few days didn't help.

"Thank you". She said with a tight grin, she wasn't a fan of physical compliments, she would rather people calling her a good driver instead. The reporter proceeded with his question about her good Qualifying that afternoon and she then gave him a complete answer with her feedback about the track and the car. He watched her talk, the way her hands moved as she explained something, her lips that did the best they could as she struggled with her pronunciation and how her nose scrunched when she talked about the least things she liked about the track.

"Max". He turned around to look at Charles, the Monegasque discreetly leading him to an empty room when the media pan was over. "Are you alright, babe?".

"Yeah, sure". He tried to play it cool, but the concerned look on Charles' eyes was making it really hard.

"Are you sure? Because you haven't looked fine for a few days now". Max knew what he meant, he knew that Charles was talking about his mood, but Max couldn't help but associate Charles' words to his body."I know I don't look fine, I'll do better". He walked out of the room, leaving Charles even more confused than before.

Austin went terribly for Charles and Y/N, both of them ending up disqualified after the race, the Ferrari driver losing a P6 and the Mercedes a podium. Max had won and still he didn't feel any better, so the mood back in the room wasn't the best. "Couples that get disqualified together, stay together" was the caption that their PR managers decided to use when they posted their joint post about the FIA's decision. Max looked at the picture over and over again, even sad they looked nice. Or maybe it was him that loved them so much that was unable to see a single defect in them. He didn't care, they were perfect in his eyes, and he wasn't good enough, no matter how much he could win. The next stop was Mexico and Max was already in a bad mood to also having to deal with Checo's fans. He got the chance to share his podium with Charles and Y/N there and that made everything a little bit better, but watching their pictures online, the three of them together was painful. And to top it, between Mexico and Brazil, Y/N trended on Twitter when a particularly good picture of her after the race "broke the internet". She was being called the most beautiful woman of motorsport, and it was all too much for Max.

Charles walked inside the room with his spare key, they were both at the same hotel in Brazil and Y/N staying just a block away, to find Max on the bed. His knees were all the way up to his chest and Charles could see that he was crying, thanks to the shaky movement of his back. With soft steps, he walked to the bed and sat down next to Max, placing his hand atop his shoulder and squeezing. The sob that the Dutchman let out broke Charles' heart in a million pieces. He quickly pulled out his phone and sent a short text to his girlfriend, requesting her presence, then he got into bed with Max, pulling him to his chest and letting him cry as much as he needed. Y/N arrived 20 minutes later, having to work her way through some PR duties before she could be free. Max was a lot more calm when she made it there, her two boyfriends resting on the bed, while Charles moved his hands up and down Max's back. The Ferrari driver looked up when he heard her walk in and they shared a look before she sat down at the other side of Max and ran her fingers through his blonde locks. She saw him let out a sigh and then a few more tears fell down his cheeks.

"Amor, what is it?". She spoke as gently as she could, not wanting to startle him. "Please, we want to help, Max".

"You can't. I'm the problem, not you". His voice was hoarse, the crying taking a toll on his throat.

"You're not a problem, Max. What are you saying?". Charles was almost offended at Max's comment, how could he call himself a problem when he was so darn amazing?

"Okay, we're not avoiding this anymore". She changed her tone from sweet to serious. "Both of you, sit up". They followed the order, Max resting his back against the headboard of the bed. "What's up with you?"

"Don't play dumb". Charles warned him after he saw Max was ready to straight up lie to them again. They waited patiently, and Max just looked around the room, feeling self-conscious. Their gazes were too intense and he couldn't take them.

"I've been feeling bad about myself". He whispered it, hoping that they wouldn't ask for him to repeat himself. They didn't.

"About your body?". Y/N placed a hand on his thigh as she asked the question, Max just nodded.

"But why? There's nothing wrong about you, Max". Charles made the comment so nonchalantly that Max almost laughed.

"Everything is wrong with my body!". He laughed bittersweetly as he said that, like he was amused by the fact that they didn't understand.

"Max, you're going to have to elaborate on that, because we can't see anything wrong with you". He could see that she was concerned, it wasn't just the tone of her voice, but also how hard she was pressing her hand against his tight.

"I'm ugly, so ugly. I don't even understand how you don't see it!". Charles was straight up horrified by the comment, Y/N kept a neutral face, she wanted to see where this was leading so she could fix it. "I'm fat and my face is not pretty or anything like that. Clothes don't fit me right and I look terrible in pictures".

"This stupid, you're saying stupid things". Charles couldn't believe what he was hearing and the string of French curses he let out after his comment just proved further that he was not agreeing with Max's perspective of himself. Y/N was more concerned about Max fat-shaming himself, as if gaining weight was something bad or even him getting fatter was true, considering he was a pretty fit guy. They had a long journey of self-love ahead.

"Charlie, you're not helping". She tried to calm him down, but Charles was angry.

"He's saying stupid stuff! How can he say that?!". Max stayed quiet. "Anyone would kill to be you, you're fucking perfect!".

"What?". That took Max by surprise. He had called them perfect for so much time that he felt the term foreign when it was directed towards himself.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Max". He turned to look at Y/N, she moved her hand from his leg to his face, running her thumb over his cheekbone. "We think you're amazing, perfect".

"But why? You're both so good-looking!". He couldn't believe it. "How could you think that of me looking like you guys do?"

"This is stupid". Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Looks like "stupid" is the word of the day". That made Max laugh softly, she smiled and shifted her position on the bed to sit on his lap. "I love your smile, I love it even more when it reaches your eyes because they look even better".

"You make it sound like he's doing it himself, it's easy for his eyes to look great when he has those eyes''. Charles was being actually useful with his angry comebacks.

"I also said that I love his smile".

"He has the whitest, most perfect teeth on Earth, you could turn off the lights and still find him if he smiles". Max smiled at that, looking at the frowning Charles that huffed and kept cursing in French. Y/N grabbed Max's face and made him look at her.

"We love you, Max. Not just the fact that you're an incredible person or a generational talent driving cars. I love looking at you and I love having sex with you". He blushed, she giggled. "I'm not sure where this idea of you being ugly came from, but I can assure you that you're extremely handsome and hot to me".

"Of course he is! Mon Dieu, thinking he's ugly... Simply stupid". (My God).

"He agrees". Max properly laughed this time. She kissed him, pressing herself against him to make him feel her heartbeat. They broke apart after a moment, both needing to breathe. "I know that getting those thoughts out of your head is not easy, but please, if you ever, ever think about yourself like that again, tell us. I promise you, we will prove you wrong".

"Really?".

"Yes, really. We love you, even when you talk stupid".

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[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Body Like a Back Road

Request: Joe Burrow and reader go on spontaneous road trip during off season.

Warnings: smut (fingering, intercourse), language, mentions of a funeral

A/N: my second stand alone Joe fic! Enjoy!

"In 500 feet, turn right". The voice of the GPS startled you out of your nap, your head knocking against the window as the car went over a pothole. "Ow!" You pressed a hand to the side of your face, grimacing at the sharp pain. Joe snickered as he glanced over at you, his hands flexing open and closed as he balanced them on the top of the steering wheel. "Good, you're awake."

"Where are we?", you grumbled out as you stood up, stretching your arm over your chest in hopes of getting the knot out of your shoulder from sleeping against the door. There were no signs to indicate your current location, and for the past eight hours, everything out of your window looked the same, nothing but trees along each side and the open road.

"We're just outside of St. Louis. At least according to the GPS, but I think I made a couple wrong turns about an hour ago, so I know fuck all where we are." Joe bit at his thumb nail, something he always did when he was stressed. "Great." You whispered, leaning your head against the window. The vibration of the car was lulling you back to sleep, your eyelids growing heavy.

The season was finally over, and after a less than stellar year, Joe was going stir crazy sitting around with nothing to do. He could only hit the gym so many times a day and watch game tape over and over before it started to get boring. When you mentioned to him that you had to travel to Denver to attend the funeral of one of your distant cousins as a favor to your mom, he offered to tag along with you, and against your better judgement you said yes.

Going to a family funeral was something that a boyfriend did for their girlfriend, not for their fuck buddy. You didn't want to give Joe, and honestly, you're own heart, the wrong idea about where you stood, but the thought of making a 17 hour drive alone sounded like torture.

Your relationship with Joe was...complicated, to say the least. You had been friends through college, and for the longest, it was nothing more than that, but when you both ended up in Cincy, Joe was drafted to the Bengals and you had just settled in the city with your first big-girl job, it became something more. You were both lonely, living in a new place, and you leaned on each other for support.

The first time you slept with Joe, you considered it a fluke, a slip up that could easily happen between friends. After months of consistently ending up in bed together, you realized that the two of you were in too deep. Now, a couple years later, it had become more habit than anything else, and you weren't even sure if you could call yourself friends as much as you had become a source of comfort for one another. You knew it was best to end it before anyone got hurt, but for some reason, you just couldn't.

Joe slapped your thigh, making you jump. "Hey, I need you to stay up. This GPS is useless."

"In 200 feet, turn left onto Franklin Street."

"Franklin Street?!" Joe gestured wildly to the left of him. "There is no fuckin' Franklin Street! Does she want me to drive into the woods?" Joe scoffed as he leaned back in his seat. You leaned forward to see there in fact was no Franklin Street, chuckling to yourself. "Don't let her get to you, J. You know she's not real, right?"

"Ya know what...its not even the GPS, its your damn car. Piece of junk." He slapped the console, the volume dial falling out of place. You grabbed it, shoving it back onto its slot. "Hey, Darla has been there for me since I was 16. She is a classic." Truthfully, Darla was hanging on by a thread, and the last time you brought her to a mechanic they offered you $200 for her to use for scraps, but you didn't have the money for a new or gently used car right now, and as long as you didn't go over 50 mph, she drove fine.

"A classic piece of shit", he mumbled under his breath, earning a slap on the arm from you. "Shit!", he rubbed at his chest, "do you wanna drive? 'Cause I can pull over right now."

"Funny, because she wasn't a piece of shit all of the times we were doin' it in the backseat." You propped your feet on the dashboard.

"Yeah, good times." Joe's ran his fingers through his hair nervously, his face starting to heat up. He was glad you went back to sleep so you couldn't see him start to sweat.

"Wake me up when we get to Kansas." You grabbed Joe's hat from the dashboard, pulling it over your eyes to block out the evening sun.

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The next few hours went by like a dream as you went in and out of consciousness, listening to Joe's terrible singing along to the Hamilton soundtrack as he managed to eat through all of the snacks you packed for a two day drive.

You took in a deep breath as you woke up to darkness, the overhead light blinding you as you rubbed your eyes to try to focus your vision. As soon as you noticed you were alone, the driver's door was wide open, and Joe was gone, you began to panic.

"Joe! Joe, where are you? This isn't funny!" All horror movie protocol went out of the window as you unbuckled and climbed out of the car.

"Joe!" Silence. You grabbed your phone out of your back pocket and turned on the flashlight as you rounded the back of the car, illuminating the eerie thicket of trees you were parked next to. "Joe, I swear to God, if you're hiding somewhere I'm gonna kill you." You took a step forward, jumping as you heard a twig snap beneath your feet. You held your breath, feeling your pounding heartbeat in your ears as you listened for any sound of life. Again, silence.

"You know what? I'm just gonna assume you're already dead and keep it pushing." You called out to the open. You had seen Friday the 13th enough times to know there was no way you were going to outrun anyone. You turned back to the car, noticing a figure flash by out of the corner of your eye.

"BOOO!!" Joe jumped out from behind the car, his arms swinging above his head to appear terrifying. You collided with him, bouncing off of his strong frame, and landed on your ass.

"Ha! You should have seen your face!" Joe bellowed over with laughter as you stood and dusted the dirt off of your pants, a scowl on your face. "Fuck, that was so worth it." He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

You shoved him, hard, making his back hit the car. "What the hell were you even doing? Why did we stop?" You opened the trunk and grabbed a sweatshirt out of your bag, feeling the chill on your skin as the temperature dropped after dark. "Had to take a piss."

"I feel like we've been driving forever. How far to the motel?" You were beginning to get cranky, your empty stomach contributing to your sour mood. "Still got another two hours until we get to Kansas City and stop for the night." You both got back into the car, but as Joe tried to turn the engine, it only sputtered a couple of times before dying out.

"C'mon", Joe groaned, cranking the key again to no avail. 'Fuck!" He slammed his hand against the steering wheel, hitting the horn. "Your piece of shit car died, Y/N."

"Its not Darla's fault, you probably made her mad stopping in the middle of nowhere."

He pressed his forehead to the wheel. "Please tell me you have roadside assistance."

"Um...define "roadside assistance"?" You had AAA at one point, but let your membership expire when you couldn't afford the monthly payment anymore. "Y/N! What if I wasn't here?! You would have been stranded in the middle of Kansas by yourself with no way to get help!" Joe didn't mean to yell at you, but just the thought of you being out here alone was stressing him out.

"Good thing you're here, then." You harmlessly placed a hand on his thigh to reassure him as you scrolled the internet for tow trucks. Neither of you realized that Joe had grabbed your hand in his, interlacing your fingers. As you rose your head, feeling him massaging your fingers mindlessly as he stared ahead, you felt your stomach flip. "Joe", you uttered out, waiting for him to look at you.

"Oh, sorry." He snatched his hand back, running his fingers through his blonde locks. He didn't even realize he had done it. You were his safe place, and touching you brought him comfort in a way that he really didn't understand himself. You were no stranger to his touch, but it was always in the name of getting off.

"I think I found a place a couple miles away. ETA is...2 hours." You let out a frustrated sigh. Waiting two hours for a two truck meant you weren't going to see a shower or bed anytime soon. You desperately wanted to wash this road trip off with the hottest water a hotel shower could produce.

Joe leaned his seat back, the worn leather creaking underneath him as he sunk down, crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. "What are you doing?", you asked, shifting in your seat to face him.

"What does it look like?"

"You can't fall asleep. What if some monster comes and snatches me out of my window?" You were partly kidding, partly terrified that would actually happen. "That's not gonna happen", he huffed, "I'm not that lucky." You scoffed, throwing your feet over his lap. "You need to stay up and keep me company. Those are the rules of the roadtrip."

"Please. I just drove eight hours, five of which you were asleep."

"Joe, please. Just until the tow truck gets here."

"Fine. Tell me about your cousin. Were you close?", Joe hummed, scratching his nose. "Technically she's my mom's cousin, and no, I've never met her. My mom was close with her at one time, but they lost touch years ago. I'm just going to represent the family."

Joe opened an eye to peek at you. "You're going all the way to Denver for someone you've never met?"

"Why do you sound so shocked? I can do things out of the kindness of my heart." You clutched your chest dramatically, but Joe just chuckled, dropping his shoulders in a sigh. "It's just... ya know what? Nevermind."

"What? Tell me."

"Its just...are you sure that's all that it is? In all the time I've known you, you do things out of comfort. I'm not saying its a bad thing, but this isn't like you." He was looking at you know, his blue eyes illuminated by the orange hued overhead lighting. He was staring into your soul, like he was trying to pull something out of you, and you squirmed underneath the scrutiny.

Your head snapped when you saw a pair of headlights coming down the road, but it was just a passing car. "We have had sex in this car so many times, because you don't even want to come to my place most of the time." You turned back to Joe, whose eyes were closed again.

You bit at your bottom lip. You never realized anyone was paying attention to you that closely, especially not Joe. "I've been thinking a lot about the things I've settled for in my life, and this felt like a breath of fresh air, something different. I'm going a funeral, but I'm also getting out of Ohio for a minute."

Your words hit Joe like a ton of bricks. He quickly sat up. "Are you thinking about leaving Ohio?"

"Eventually", you shrugged. "You didn't think I'd be there forever did you?" you giggled, playing with the hem of your sweatshirt. "I mean, I guess, I- didn't give it much thought." Joe let in a sharp breath to stop his fumbling. He did think you'd be there forever, or at least, he always thought you'd be there as long as he was.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find a new fuck buddy", you said in jest, crossing your legs one over the other. Joe felt his throat go dry, his skin crawling in the silence. He was desperate to change the subject and get his mind off all of the terrible possibilities. "How much longer?"

You checked your phone. "Still got another hour. I'm starving. Did you really eat all of the snacks?" You sat up and crawled into the back of the car to search the bags you packed. "Really, Joe, even my Cheetos? Aren't you on some sort of athlete diet?" You threw the empty bag at him, the plastic hitting him in the face. "I was hungry." He tried to go to the sleep to the sound of you rummaging behind him.

"Hey, look what I found." Joe opened his eyes to see a gold-wrapped condom dangling in front of his face. "I have an idea of how we can pass the time", you whispered in his ear, making him shiver. "If you're not too tired."

"Fuck it." With a grunt, he ripped the condom out of your hands, and took it between his teeth as he unbuttoned his jeans. You frantically climbed to the front, stripping off your sweatshirt before climbing over him to straddle his legs. You turn off the overhead light, moonlight pouring over both of you through the window.

Goosebumps rose on your skin as you pulled him in for a messy kiss, your skin on fire even though seconds ago you were freezing. As you made out, his hands trailed around your waist, inching closer and closer to your spine before his large hands slid down the small of your back and grabbed rough handfuls of your ass, his fingers digging into your delicate skin as your back arched.

He began to move your hips slowly back and forth, making you grind against his pelvis, but he was going too slow for your taste, so you grabbed at his hands, circling your hips against him with an eagerness that had his hips bucking from sensitivity. You could feel him grow hard quickly against your inner thigh, letting out little moans into your mouth as your lips lingered together.

'Y/N, honey-", Joe could barely get the words out, his chest heaving with each breath. "What?", you huffed out without losing your pacing. "What's the rush?", His brow knitted together in pain as his cock rubbed against his zipper. "The tow truck is gonna be here any minute." Joe nodded, holding you in place. You backed away from him, pushing the hair that was stuck to his face with sweat out of his eyes. "We're having sex. I'd like to have use of my dick afterwards, okay?"

You giggled, pulling him by the collar of his shirt for another kiss, alternating between sucking on his top and bottom lips. You moved your hips again, this time with more control, focusing on the friction against your clit with each movement. "Better?", you questioned, only earning a moan from Joe. You could feel yourself growing wet, your panties soaked as you built your orgasm off of friction alone. Joe fumbled with the button of your shorts, sliding his hand down your front, feeling the wetness pooled against the cotton fabric.

"Shit, I didn't realize you were so ready." He toyed with the band of your panties, snapping the elastic against your skin. "Take these off." You lifted yourself off of Joe's lap, settling in the passenger seat, and shuffled your shorts and panties down your legs, kicking them into the back seat. Joe pulled you back onto his lap, eliciting a squeal from you, and in a single breath, he has you writhing on top of him again, his thumb pressing against your clit as he draws agonizingly circles around the sensitive bud.

"Fuck, fuck, don't stop." You hiss, guiding his fingers to drag through your drenched folds, humping against his hand. He slides one of his large digits inside of your pussy, feeling you clench around him, your muscles pulsing as he begins to thrust in and out of you. He slips another finger inside, and you feel the stretch, taking deep breaths as he hooks his fingers and strokes against your cushiony ceiling.

Watching your face contort with pleasure, your chest bouncing in front of him with your head thrown back has him at a loss for words, desperate to get his hands on every inch of you. He helps you get your shirt off over your head, reaching behind your back to easily unclasp the hooks of your bra with his free hand, exposing your budding nipples to the cold air.

Joe leans forward, flicking his tongue against your nipple, and ghosting wet kisses between your breasts. You move back instinctively when he nips at your skin, but he pulls you aggressively back, hungry to feel you in his mouth again. "Feels so good, baby." Expletives are rolling off your tongue as he sucks harder on your nipples. Your hands find the back of his head, your fingernails raking against his scalps as he moves down to your stomach, pressing a kiss right above your belly button as you lean against the steering wheel.

He pulls out of you, your wetness glistening on his fingers. Without hesitation, you take both of his fingers into your mouth, pressing them against your tongue. "You look so fuckin' beautiful like this", he grunts out, his mouth slightly agape as he watches you. Instead of your usual bashfulness at his dirty talk, you hold eye contact with him, your eyelids heavy with lust as you lick him clean, popping his index finger against your lips as you pull them out.

"Fuck, lift your hips." He instructs, racing against his internal clock, like he'll cum in his pants if he doesn't have you now. You do as he says, cupping your chest as he fumbles for the discarded condom, finding it in the cupholder. He unbuckles his belt and pushes his jeans and boxers down to his knees, his pink cock springing free and resting against his lower stomach. You salivate at the engorged vein that travels from the base of his cock to the tip, which is leaking pre-cum.

"Hurry up!" You playfully push him, turning to look over your shoulder for any tow trucks or stray cars, but its obvious the two of you are alone out here. He rips the foil wrapper with his teeth, and removes the condom, rolling it down his length. He wraps his hands around the base of his cock as you slowly sink down on him, taking him inch by inch until you bottom out with a loud moan. "Oh, fuck."

He pulls at the manual recline handle and goes flying back, landing against the backseat with a thud, hitting the back of his head against the headrest. "I fuckin' hate this car", he mumbles, quickly forgetting about the ancient vehicle and his injury as you begin to bounce on his dick, the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs audible, quickly drowned out by the squelching of your wetness as he slips in and out of you.

Joe can't focus on anything but how good you feel and how good you look on top of him, your silhouette illuminated in the moonlight, his hands grazing against the curve of your waist and hips. You feel your legs start to fatigue so you lean forward, resting your hands on his chest, feeling the contours of his muscles underneath your palms.

He takes the opportunity to worship your body as you ride him, placing kisses on your arms and chest while you're too blissed out to even notice. "So fuckin good, baby. You're doin' so fuckin' good", he praises you over and over, which has you hurdling toward your orgasm, feeling the coil tighten in your core.

"Joe", you whimper out, your pace slowing as you tire. "I've got you", he remarks, sliding his hands underneath your thighs to hold you up while he snaps his hips into you, making you take him to the hilt each time. He strokes your g-spot in perfect succession each time and you're sure you won't last much longer. "I'm-I'm gonna cum." You bite out, your words vibrating through your bouncing chest, your nails digging into his pecs, leaving red marks. He increases his pace, hitting against your cervix, the car squeaking and shaking side to side as you come undone, your release washing over you with waves of pleasure.

Joe's right behind you, his face scrunched tight as he feels every muscle in his body contract, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum", he warns just in time, and you pepper kisses against his jawline as his hips stutter. You try to kiss him, but he can only draw in sharp breaths as he releases into you, residual muscle pulses from your orgasm milking him for every drop.

Completely spent, he draped an arm around your back, pulling your weight down on his body. Your chests heave in succession as you come down from your high and try to catch your breath. You lazily kiss his cheek with a smile. "Fuck, that was-"

"I love you." You both were silent, the declaration hanging in the air. Joe was shocked at the words as if they didn't come out of his own mouth. You lifted your head to look at him, your hands still clamped around his face. "What did you say?"

"What?" Joe responded, in immediate denial. He tried to look away, but you turned his head back to you. You heard your phone vibrating in the passenger seat but you ignored it, unable to take your eyes off of him. His face was soft, genuine, his eyes very telling. He meant what he said.

Your phone vibrated for a second time. "Its probably the tow truck. You should get that." Joe was desperate for a reprieve. "Yeah." You shook your head and climbed off his lap, grabbing your phone to answer it. "Hello? Yes, we're around mile marker 152. Okay." You hurriedly put your clothes back on, Joe watching you through the rear view mirror the entire time. He could physically see you trying to process what had just happened, and he honestly wished he'd never said anything. He wasn't sure if he loved you, he was too lost in the moment, thinking with his dick instead of his head.

"They'll be here in five." Your words jogged Joe out of his trance. He nodded and got out of the car, desperate for air. You needed to talk about what happened, but right now, you just wanted to focus on getting your car towed and getting to the nearest hotel so you could get some sleep.

The ride in the tow truck was uncomfortably quiet. You rested your head against the window, your arms crossed over your chest to create as much distance between the two of you as possible, desperate to close your eyes even for a few minutes. Joe glanced over at you multiple times in the short five mile ride to the hotel. He raked a hand through his messy hair, moving to stroke his jawline, the guilt of catching you off guard and professing his love for you in the heat of the moment, gnawing at him.

The hotel was very basic, no amenities and didn't even a continental breakfast, and wasn't really up to Joe's standards, but it was the only one in town, so he'd settle for it just for the night. He stood in the lobby and watched you as you checked in, making light conversation with the desk attendant.

Maybe if he just denied it, or avoided talking about it, you two could move past this, and it could all be a bad memory.

He felt a lump build in his throat as you walked toward him. Seeing the distress on your face, he knew there was no way you were getting over this anytime soon. "Look, Y/N-"

Your face was stoic as you threw your bag over your shoulder. You shoved a key card in his direction without a word. "Goodnight, Joe." He watched you walk away, flipping the key card in his hand.

What the hell had he just done?

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Hi!! If you’re still doing the kiss prompts, I was thinking that 5 (morning kisses) and 33 (hushed conversations between kisses) would be a really good pairing :)!!! Personally I’d love to see a nb character but whatever you prefer :)

Requested by @azu21:

“Hii! How are u? For the request, could yo do kisses 16 and 29, nothing sexual, just pure fluff🙈💞”

5 - Morning kisses; 33 - Hushed conversation in-between kisses; 16 - Nose kisses; 29 - Giggling while kissing

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Didn't go into this intending to combine both requests, but as I kept writing I was like wait this is perfect. And voila

Warnings: sex mention, talk about how you smell (/pos)

Word Count: 705

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Astarion buried his head further into your pillow. You'd gotten up a while ago and hadn't returned, and he was using this time to indulge.

Astarion had never slept in. He'd never had the freedom to, and by all means being an elf didn't help either. But more recently he'd taken up sleeping. Proper sleep. Not four hours of meditation; closing his eyes and allowing his subconscious to form dreams and carry him on a story through the night. He quite liked it, actually. Aside from the nightmares that cropped up (fewer and fewer with each passing week), he dreamt of bloodbaths and picking intricate locks with ease, designing clothing, and he especially dreamt of you. When he curled around you each night, nose pressed to your neck or ear pressed to your chest, your scent influenced just how lovely his dreams would be.

Even now, he simply could not get enough of you. The smell of your soap lingered on the sheets he pulled up around his neck. The fragrance of the oils you used in your hair stuck to the pillow. It was addicting, truly. He could idle the whole day away basking in your essence.

His ears twitched as he heard light footsteps enter the room. He tracked their movement as they padded across the floor to the bed, and listened attentively as a pair of slippers were left on the floor. Warm fingers carded through his hair, nearly drawing a purr from him as they scratched down to the nape of his neck.

“Can I have my pillow back, Star?”

He turned his head to the side and peeked up at his beloved with one eye. His smirk was evident by the way it pushed his cheek, leaving creases at the edge of his lips. “Perhaps.”

You chuckled. The morning birds could never sing as sweet a melody as your joy did. “Do you want cuddles or not?”

He sighed dramatically, but let up. He rolled over toward his side of the bed and released your pillow from his grasp. You positioned it back where you wanted it and opened the covers, before slipping inside. He immediately pressed himself into your side, with hardly any time for you to get settled. You laughed despite it, continuing to shift even as he endeavored to keep you in place.

Finally, you were able to turn onto your side, facing him, and settle into bed once more.

You both look at each other quietly for a moment. It wasn’t uncomfortable or unsettling, as extended eye contact with others usually was. Rather, the softened gaze of lovers studying their beloved’s face, etching each line and freckle into their memories.

You brush the back of your fingers along his cheek. He sighs and leans into your caress. Soon enough, your fingertips glide along his ear (sending a chill down his spine) and tangle in his curls, messy from sleep. He trails his own hand along your hip and waist, before it finds its place at the small of your back, where his thumb traces odd shapes through your clothes.

He is the first to lean forward and kiss you. It’s a soft kiss. Fragile, as though anything more would shatter the peace of the morning. It’s over much too soon, but he doesn’t stray far.

“There’s going to be a night market later,” you inform him in a whisper. You kiss his lips again, briefly. Even such quick contact makes your heart jump in your chest. You smile. “We can visit it real quick. Wander the streets.”

He hums with a teasing grin. “Find somewhere quiet. Sex under the stars.” He kisses you again even as you laugh.

“I was thinking more along the lines of ‘get up to mischief, pickpocket some drunkards.’”

“Darling, honestly, you’re worse than me.”

“Not possible.” You kiss him again, both of your stupid smiles making it rather clumsy. When you pull away, you lean up to kiss the bridge of his nose. “But how does that sound? Sleep and laze around all day, paint the town red at night?”

He kisses the tip of your nose. “It sounds wonderful, my sweet. How could I possibly refuse a night of debauchery?”

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[savventeen]

you say the stupidest (sweetest) things

pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader rating: 16+ (for swearing) wc: 4.5k prompt: seungkwan + "things you said at 1am" summary: you say stupid shit on the best of days, so when seungkwan comes over when you're having a bad bout of insomnia, the last thing he expects to hear from you is an accidental love confession warnings: insomnia, mental health issues, dissociation mention tags: fluff, friends to lovers, first kiss, reader is a little unhinged but who isn't tbh, they're also highkey allergic to genuine expressions of love/affection but they're working on it, banter, stimming, wrestling like children to try and work through emotions, reader is some flavor of lgbt+ (they make an "i've never done anything straight in my life" joke), reader's pov is dramatic bc they're dramatic oops a/n: this is for @dokyeomin as a part of my emergency commissions (check out the post here) and this was only supposed to be 1k but it 100% got away from me... i hope you still enjoy the fluff and all of the attached nonsense <3

From: Y/n 🔪 [11:47pm]

yo kwannie if i impulsively decide to go to the 24h convenience store how harshly do u think they'll jusdge me for buying every flavor of gummy candy available *judge i wanna see if i can melt them down into one Ultimate Gummy u know for Science

Seungkwan pauses brushing his teeth and stares down at your messages.

To be fair, it's probably not the strangest thing you've ever texted him. He's known you since your second year of college, after all, so he has about half a decade of experience with all of your various y/n-isms under his belt now.

Which is how he knows to trust his gut when it tells him that this probably isn't your usual brand of nonsense.

He spits the toothpaste into the sink and dials your number. You answer on the second ring.

“Before you say anything,” you start, “I was only half-serious about the gummies thing. Like, it's a fun idea, you know? In theory. But in actuality? I do not want to deal with the mess that it would create. Or the smells. Well, the smells might actually be pretty good depending on—“

“Uh-huh,” he interrupts dryly. “Y/n, when's the last time you slept?”

The beat of silence that follows is enough to confirm his suspicions, and the hesitant “Um” that follows is just the icing on the cake, really.

He sighs. “The fact that you have to think about it says enough.”

“I don’t need to think about it,” you argue petulantly. “I just… don’t wanna tell you.”

“Y/n...” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Look, I know, I'm sorry.” And you do sound a little bit sorry, at least. “I'm just. Having an episode. Don't worry about it.”

His shoulders droop as the words sink in. “Episodes” are what you've taken to calling your intermittent bouts of serious insomnia.

Generally speaking, you sleep about as well as the average twenty-something with a caffeine addiction. But every few months or so, it's like your brain completely forgets how to shut off and you end up staying awake for 40+ hours straight.

“Well,” he says, putting his toothbrush away and going back to his bedroom. “You know that ship has sailed, right? You know I'm gonna worry about it.”

Your deep sigh crackles over the line. “Yeah, I know.”

“So. Where're we at this time?”

He mentally braces himself. The two of you have done this enough times now that he knows that you know there's no point in trying to lie or beat around the bush.

“Uhhhhhhh, I'll be hitting the 46-hour mark in about 20 minutes.”

“Aish.”

The fact that you can say that so casually makes his heart hurt. He knows that whenever he doesn't get enough sleep, he makes sure everyone knows it and thus babies him accordingly. But you've always been so intent on hiding anything and everything you struggle with. It's taken years for him to bully himself past the walls you keep hidden behind shit-eating grins and an over-willingness to help.

“Okay,” he says, moving to the dresser to grab an extra set of clothes. “I'll be over in an hour.”

“Wait. What?”

“You heard me.” He tosses the clothes onto his bed before going to grab one of his duffle bags, firmly asserting, “You've got an hour to mentally prepare yourself for my arrival.”

“Honey, you've got a big storm comin',” you quote at him without hesitating.

“You sure do,” he assures with a snort. “Better get ready to feel the wrath of my friendship.”

“Why do you have to love so aggressively?”

He rolls his eyes while he throws his clothes into the duffle bag with one hand. “Because it's the only way you'll accept it, idiot.”

“No, it isn't.”

Your pout is so audible through the phone that Seungkwan has to stop and glance at the screen in disbelief.

“Y/n. Y/n L/n. Do not stand there and lie to my face like that.”

“I'm not lying!”

“Not—” He gesticulates wildly with one hand like he's going Can you believe this shit? to an invisible TV audience. “Okay, tell me this: what did you do the last time I sincerely monologued at you about how much you mean to me as a friend, hmm? No bits, no bullshit, just me telling you how much I love you and how amazing you are.”

A beat. “I'll hang up on you, Kwannie, don't test me.”

He barely resists the urge to shove his face into the bedspread and scream. “You're literally proving my point right now!”

“Kwannieeee,” you whine, because you know he's right.

“Also, because I'm never letting you live it down, I will remind you exactly what you did."

You say his name again, but it's muffled, and he assumes it's because you're hiding your face in shame.

“I gave you a sincere, heartfelt speech about how much your friendship has changed my life for the better and made me become a better person—” he ignores your wordless pterodactyl screech, “—and how do you respond? By staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights, slowly raising your arms to give me double finger guns, winking, and then slowly backing out of the room like an awkward mannequin!”

“...”

“Well?” He puts his free hand on his hip. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“… I’ve changed a lot since then.”

Seungkwan rolls his eyes before moving to continue packing his overnight bag. “It was literally three months ago.”

“Yeah, and? Doesn't change the fact that I've changed,” you assert.

“Into even more of a nuisance? Yes, you're absolutely right.” He smiles when he hears you scoff playfully.

“Listen here, Boo Seungkwan. You know that well-rested Y/n is ready to throw down with you at a moment's notice. What do you think sleep-deprived, zero-impulse-control Y/n is going to do the second you get to their front door?”

“Stop referring to themself in the third person, hopefully,” he mutters, finally zipping up his bag and heading to the door. “And then after that, they're going to let me bully them into resting.”

“Hmm. The council has heard your proposal, briefly pondered it, and deemed it “unnecessary” on the basis of: they're a bad bitch that can't be stopped by neither time nor physics nor any god of your choosing.”

Seungkwan scoffs as he puts the call on speaker and sits to put on his sneakers. “Well, “the council” can go fuck right off.”

“What if the council would like to fuck right on?”

Pausing in the middle of tying his laces, he blinks down at his phone. “I'm— what?”

“Okay, real talk, what do you think it would mean in this case? Like, would this be like a 'hop on' versus 'hop off' situation? Or more like an 'I'm down for this' versus 'I'm up for this' kinda situation? Because it would have very different outcomes depending.”

Seungkwan decides that this is a debate better left for another time. “I think it means that I'm going to be at your house soon and that if you're not in your pajamas with hot Sleepy Time tea and the series Planet Earth ready to go, there will be consequences.”

“Booooooo, you whore.”

He finishes tying his laces and jabs his finger at the phone. “Consequences, Y/n.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“See you soon, love you, bye.” He hangs up before you can get another word in, but doesn't move from his seated position in the entryway.

Slowly, he takes a deep breath in and lets it out, taking a moment to lean back on his hands while he stares at the back of his front door. Specifically, at the large collage of sticky notes and pictures and doodles that have taken up residence there.

A few of the notes are ones he's gotten from other members of your shared friend group over the years (the one from Chan that reads "if u eat my rice i'll eat ur kneecaps xoxo" hangs proudly in the center, right next to a picture of him sleeping that Seungkwan managed to capture from an extremely unflattering angle). But most of them are from you.

Dumb puns, meme references, bullshit animal facts you made up just to get him to laugh… almost all of them are stupid in that extremely charming way that only you somehow manage to pull off.

But the one he's staring at now is almost completely hidden by other notes and pictures that have been added to the collage. It's a pale blue, the ink starting to fade a bit with time — the first note you ever gave him, back when you two were just people who happened to sit next to each other in an astronomy class.

Even though most of it is hidden, he doesn't need to be able to see all the tiny words you crammed into the small space to already know exactly what it says.

how do u make a space party? u planet :P u looked sad today, hope this makes u feel a little better also if this is 2 forward feel free 2 pretend i don't exist. or punt me in2 the sun idk u'd be doing me a favor tbh

He'd almost skipped class that day because of how bad he'd been feeling, but he'd decided to try and push through. And before that day, neither of you had interacted with more than a polite greeting and the occasional question about the homework.

But then you'd passed him that note, and he'd passed one back that said “that's dumb. but thank you” with a smiley face, and you'd passed another one back that said “do u think lizard people have ever been to space?” and the rest, they say, is history.

Seungkwan shakes his head with a sigh before standing up and grabbing his bag and his keys, striding determinedly out the door. He's got a best friend to take care of.

Seungkwan should be at your place soon, and you're not quite sure what to do in the meantime.

You have your laptop hooked up to the monitor in the living room with Planet Earth queued up, you have the kettle filled with water and ready to go on the stove, and you have mugs and teabags ready on the counter next to it.

The Required Tasks™️ have been completed as much as possible without the arrival of your best friend, and now all that's left to do is wait.

Which, normally, you're not the worst at. You're excellent at entertaining yourself, actually, mostly because there's always something to think about. Whether it be about cute dogs that you've seen over the past week (I wonder if the pomeranian down the street will let me pet him next time), potential plot twists for the new fantasy drama you're a little bit obsessed with (what if Gregothy was cursed the whole time???), or generic ponderings of the human existence as a whole (do souls have the metaphysical equivalent of a fingerprint?), you're pretty much always thinking about something.

Which is totally fine and dandy and cool or whatever when you have the ability to, you know, shut it off. For example, when you need to do something simple and necessary like, oh I don't know, go the fuck to sleep.

You also hate when that manic mental energy somehow translates into kinetic energy as well. It makes you feel like a hamster in a cage, watching yourself running and running and running on that stupid wheel until you exhaust yourself.

Tonight's metaphorical wheel: stimming like wild in the kitchen. Flapping, rocking, (gently) slapping, making weird and fun mouth sounds, the whole shebang.

And again, normally stimming is fun. Stimming is great. But stimming because you feel like if you don't stop moving you're going to literally vibrate out of your skin is, to put it lightly, Not It.

It takes you about ten minutes to work out all of the energy until you no longer feel like your blood was replaced with pop rocks.

With a groan, you lower yourself to the kitchen floor and lay down face first. Because despite how exhausted you feel in every possible way, there's still something like an itch in your conscious, a fucking pea underneath the miles of mattresses that refuse to let you just. Fucking. Sleep.

Your pity party must've lasted longer than you realized (or, more likely, you dissociated for a hot second there) because suddenly someone's knocking at your door at the same time you get a text from Seungkwan.

And you know it's a text from Seungkwan specifically because you got Vernon to help you change your notification settings so that whenever Seungkwan texts you, the "i love you.. bitch" sound clip plays instead of a normal text tone.

For a fraction of a second, you contemplate slowly inching your way to the door like an uncoordinated caterpillar, but you swat the thought aside like you’re swatting a gnat and you awkwardly roll to your feet and make your way to your front door.

Without hesitating, you unlock the door, swinging it open with a flourish and sticking a finger right in Seungkwan's face before he can utter a single syllable, forcing him to cross his eyes.

You open your mouth wide like you're going to say something, pause for a moment, then tap your pointed finger to his nose with a quiet "boop."

He blinks, expression turning deadpan, and sighs. "I should have expected this, honestly."

“Yep!”

You let him into your apartment, and he makes himself right at home, mildly bitching at you as he goes to get the tea ready, and something within you shifts.

The inside of your head is still a bit of a dumpster fire, unfortunately, but inside your chest... something clicks into place that you're not sure that you're ready to name. Whatever it is, though, it's soft and warm and kinda feels like your heart is being hugged.

Smiling to yourself, you follow him into the kitchen.

💤 💤 💤 💤 💤

It was pretty much straight to “business” after that, and it only takes Seungkwan one cup of tea and two episodes listening to David Attenborough's dulcet narrations for him to knock right out, leaning heavily against your shoulder on the couch.

Which means it's now the perfect time to sit there and Admire Your Bro™️.

It's rare to see him so still, you think. He's an active guy, in pretty much every sense of the word, and you always feel a little honored when you get to be witness to his quiet, vulnerable moments like this one.

He looks so serene, face smoothed out and painted in soft twirling shades of blue from the screen of the monitor, though you can't see too much of it from this angle. Mostly you just see his cheeks and stupidly adorable button nose.

And you've seen the same thing a million times before — in all kinds of states and expressions — and despite how much you've tried to ignore it, each and every time you've caught yourself noticing just how cute Seungkwan is, it's caused that thing in your heart to scrunch up, full of the L-word feeling that you've kept unnamed for what feels like forever now.

Except, maybe that thing in your heart is tired of scrunching up. Maybe it's decided that it's tired of forever.

Maybe that thing has finally decided to burrow itself out of the walls you've built up because you find yourself finally allowing yourself to think, Holy shit, I think I'm in love with you.

You don't realize that Seungkwan has completely stilled against you, but you certainly notice when he suddenly throws himself forward so he can turn around and stare at you incredulously. Only he overshoots a little bit and ends up falling off the couch with a squawk and a dramatic flail.

"Oh my god, Kwannie are you okay?!"

He stares at you from where he fell, wide-eyed like you've grown a second head or like the time you'd tried to convince him that birds weren't real and actually just a government conspiracy.

"Am— am I okay? No??"

Now it's your turn to move off of the couch, coming down to his level to see if maybe he hurt himself when he fell. "Fuck, okay, did you hit something? Do you need an icepack?"

Seungkwan being Not Okay is maybe one of the worst things that could ever happen in the entire universe and you're trying not to panic as you reach out to check for injuries.

"No, no, stop—" he bats away at your hands and you stop in your motions, now kneeling in front of him. "I'm not hurt!"

Your brain does the cartoonish screech thing as it comes to a halt, and you furrow your brows. "But.. you just said you're not okay?"

"I'm not!" His eyes are still wide in shock, but he also looks confused and maybe a little bit like he's about to cry?

Oh no. If he cries and it's somehow your fault (because it has to somehow be your fault) you think the world might actually end.

"Okay, uh. I am— confused,” you start, sure you must look as lost as you feel. “But, um, what can I do to help?"

He swallows, and a part of you realizes that he's looking at you with an expression you've never seen before. "Did you mean it?"

Knowing that it's significant but not yet knowing why, you maintain eye contact. "Mean what?"

"What you just said."

You blink. "...that I'm confused?"

He shakes his head. "No, before that."

You have a hard time remembering what you just said when you're not sleep-deprived and worried you've just somehow accidentally caused irreparable emotional damage to your best friend. "Uh... when I asked if you were okay?"

"No, fuck," and it's a shock for some reason, hearing him cuss right now. You hear him say much worse things all the time, but you think it might be the way he said it — with a kind of desperate vulnerability that you're not sure you've ever heard from him before.

That thing in your chest twinges and you think maybe you're the one who's gonna start crying.

He says your name like a plea, and then he's on his knees right in front of where you're kneeling on the floor, reaching forward to cup your face in his palms. "You said— Y/n, you said "holy shit I think I'm in love with you.””

Oh.

You're pretty sure your heart falls right out of your ass and bounces across the rug, judging from the way it comes to a dead stop. You blink at him. Full of new and sinking kind of dread, you whisper, "...I said that out loud?"

He laughs, but it's tinged with incredulity and sounds a little too close to a sob for comfort. "Yes! You did!"

And wait, no, your heart is still stuck in your chest, because you can feel it start pounding against your ribcage in double, triple, quadruple time. He must see the fear in your expression, because suddenly his eyes are narrowed in a determined scowl and he growls, "Oh no you don't."

Then you find yourself going down with a yelp as Seungkwan octopuses himself around you, trapping you within the confines of his surprisingly strong arms and legs as he basically tackles you to the floor.

You try and wiggle away even as you know it's useless, and he grits, "Y/n dammit, answer my question."

"Why were you even awake?” You deflect, getting an arm free and trying to give him a wedgie. “You were supposed to be asleep!"

"I was supposed to be asleep?!” He screeches, easily evading your reach and poking your ribs to get you to reflexively pull back your arm. “You're the one who hasn't slept in literal days! And stop avoiding my question!"

"No!" He has you trapped once again, and you resort to licking his arm.

"Oh my god!"

He muffles his scream into your shoulder, long and frustrated, and then he just... goes limp. He loosens his hold and just lets his full body weight kinda crush the parts of you he's ended up lying on and just... lays there.

This is your chance, you know — to wiggle free and escape and run away from your feelings just like you always have.

But, for some reason, you don't — that scrunched-up thing in your chest holds you back. You stay there, lying beneath Seungkwan on the floor of your living room at one-something in the morning, and the two of you just breathe.

"It's okay, you know," he murmurs after a moment, so quiet you barely hear him over David Attenborough still narrating softly in the background. "If you didn't mean it. It's okay."

Holy shit, I think I'm in love with you.

And you realize how easy it would be to play it off, to blame it on the sleep deprivation, the way you blurted it out like that — to say (to lie) you meant it completely platonically, like the way you propose to Mingyu at least once a month when he cooks you all dinner.

And you also realize, quite shockingly, that despite how a part of you still desperately wants to run away, the larger part of you wants to stay. Doesn't want to run. Doesn't want to lie anymore.

You swallow heavily, briefly close your eyes, and take in a deep breath. "And if I did? Mean it?"

This time, you do notice when Seungkwan goes still. Slowly, he lifts his head so he can look you in the eyes.

When he doesn't say anything, just continues to look at you with an unreadable expression, you try to continue.

"Would you— would that— would it be okay? If I meant it? When I— when I said that I'm in love with you? Is— because um, like you said, it's okay if it's not, and uh—"

Your nervous rambling comes to a stop when he once again cups your face, but it's gentler than before, closer to a caress. The whole time you'd been talking he'd been slowly sitting up, and now he's on his knees next to where you're still lying down on the floor, looking down at you like all the hope in the world is somewhere to be found in your expression.

"Y/n." he says your name like it's something precious, and you feel the absurd urge to burst into tears. "It would be very okay." His thumbs make gentle arcs across your cheeks. "And just to be clear: you mean it in a non-platonic sense, right?” He chews on his lip. “Hopefully, in a very much romantic sense?"

Staring at him staring at you, eyes bright with hope and a little bit of wonder... you can only imagine you must be looking at him the same way. Your chest feels like it's full of helium but also like something warm and gooey is sloshing around in there. And all that hope and wonder and holy shit is this actually happening? is causing your tongue to stick to the roof of your mouth, and all you're able to get past your lips is a breathless, "Hopefully?"

"Oh my god," he groans in frustration, but it's light and airy and makes you think of amusement park rides and fairy lights and how you want to annoy the shit out of this man for the rest of his life, if he'll let you. He's shaking his head, smiling, beaming, and he asks, "Why can you never give me any kind of a straight answer, huh?"

"Because it's my life's purpose to be the bane of your existence until the day we die," you say, reaching up to hold his face too. "Also because I've never done anything straight ever in my life."

And then your body is moving before your brain can think it though, dragging him down until you can press your lips to his and finally, finally know what it's like to kiss Boo Seungkwan.

He makes a little noise of surprise, one that you can feel buzz against your lips before he melts into you. And oh, any thoughts you might have had are forcefully ejected from your brain because all you can focus on are his lips pressed to yours, the way they move slowly, gently, turning this chaste kiss into the most scorching experience of your life. His nose bumps against yours and the heat of his warm breath sends tingles throughout your body, and his hands, fuck, his hands are still holding you gently but also with a firmness that feels like he doesn't want to let you go.

And then he's pulling away, and you whine at him because this may be the cruelest thing he's ever done to you ever in your entire life. "Noooooo, why'd you stop?"

"Because, as much as I'd love to continue to make out with you on your floor while an old British man narrates about life on the Serengeti—” he mercifully ignores the way you choke on your spit at the way he talks about making out with you so nonchalantly "—it's past someone's bedtime."

Your mouth drops open in offended shock. Was he actually going to put you to bed like a child? Like you both hadn't just declared your romantic love for each other? "Are you fucking serious?"

He just stands up and crosses his arms, looking down at you with a single raised eyebrow. You take the part of you that finds it annoyingly attractive and promptly smother it, crossing your own arms from your position on the floor.

"I'm not a baby," you definitely don't pout.

"Hmmm...” And then the bastard fucking pouts at you. “But you're my baby."

You blink at him.

"Welp, that was nice while it lasted,” you grunt, rolling to your feet, “but I suddenly need to relocate to Antarctica and become a penguin herder.”

He pulls you into his arms with a laugh, and you let him, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.

“You know,” he starts after he's held you for a few moments. “This isn't how I ever imagined how us confessing to each other would go.”

You snort.

“But also,” he continues, “it feels very 'us' doesn't it?”

"Yeah,” you murmur, not bothering to lift your head from his shoulder.

“Mmm, is someone finally sleepy?” he teases, starting to waddle you both towards your bedroom. “Did all the emotions finally wear you out?”

Instead of nodding, you lightly kick him in the shin and the sappy part of your brain that is currently in charge of everything thinks that his indignant squawk is one of your most favorite sounds.

The sappy part of your brain is right, of course, and when you wake up in your bed 15 hours later and accidentally smack him in the face, the urge to run is a little bit smaller than it was before. And the way he flushes bright red after you sleepily kiss him on the cheek is an image you're going to cherish until the day you die.

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[romanarose]

Just a Fantasy

No outbreak!Joel x gn!reader

Summary: Joel finds out what kind of porn you've been watching...

Warnings: Mentions of porn and potentially risqué or out of pocket porn but nothing specific is mentioned. Saying no to sex stuff, boundaries. Cock warming, creampie

Immersabilty: Reader is AFAB

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You were putting the dishes away when Joel came home. It was late, Sarah had already fallen asleep but you were waiting up for Joel this time. It was a busy season for a contracture, Joel and Tommy working long hours and taking on a lot of extra work as they did. Being owners, they didn't have to worry about over time and no one was there to make them hold themselves to labor laws, so Joel was not above working 12 hour or even 16 hour days. This last week, you hadn't seen him at all, and you were determined to spend some quality time.

Even if it meant just warming his cock while he slept and got a good night's sleep for once.

"In the kitchen!" You call to him, and hear his heavy boots clump into the room. You almost yell at him for leaving his shoes on after being at a work sight, but now wasn't the time. He would be helping you shampoo the carper the day time you both have a day off though.

"Hiya darl'n" Joel drawled, wrapping his around around you as you dried your hands. "What're yuh do'n up? S'late."

You rest your head back on him while Joel nuzzles his face into your neck. A tell tale sign of what he wanted.

"Just waiting for you, baby. Wanted to actually see you."

Joel hummed into your skin, beginning to press soft kissed into you. "You know what I was thinking of all day?"

You chuckle. "I have an idea."

"You." a kiss. "Me." Another kiss, then he got up close to your ear and whispered something, a fantasy you had in your head, but that had remained in your head... and in your porn searches.

"Joel!" You gasp, shocked that he could have known that. "What- where did you get that idea?" You back was still up against him, so he couldn't see the discomfort in your face. Was he going through your phone? No, Joel wouldn't do that... Joel trusted you... so how did he find out something so secret?

Joel began to suck gently into your neck; light, not wanting to leave a hickie he'd have to explain to Sarah. Did she know what a hickie was? Joel didn't want to think about that. "I saw your pornhub-"

"Joel!" This time, you push off him and turn around, the concern and confusion evident on Joel's face at the abrupt nature was clear. "You were going through my phone?!" You felt betrayed and maybe a little violated. Was Joel going to judge you for the things you were watching?

"No!" He was quick to raise his hands in defense, palms out towards you like he was placating a wild animal. "No, no baby of course not! It's just, when I got home last night my phone was dead..." Joel seemed to hesitate himself.

"Go on." You were willing to hear him out.

"Well, you were asleep and I was feeling kinda... well, you know." You did, so he continued. "So I thought it wouldn't be a big deal to pull up some uh, videos," He cleared his throat, moving one hand to rub the back of his neck. Joel hadn't been the most experienced man when you first met him, and his southern Baptist's upbringing turned him into a blushing virgin sometimes. "And I pull up your internet explorer and see porn already up and it was... well it was that." Joel emphasizes the particular kink you were watching. "I didn't think much of it, but when I went to the search function, I uh..." Wringing his hands together, he looked nervous. "Well I saw the most recent searches, and you had been searching that in um... a few capacities... and..."

"And?" You urge him on with a wave of his hand.

"And I went back to the video, and was imagining you... um, you know, and then I... yeah. So I thought maybe that's something we could try?"

In the heat of the moment, when horny and in love, Joel could dirty talk with the best of them. His voice can and has brought you to orgasm with the filth he says, but outside the safety of the bedroom, he was as soft as they come. You felt a little bad for snapping, but were relived that you were correct. Joel wouldn't cross a boundaries like your phone privacy. It was not uncommon for you two to use each others phones, so him grabbing yours while you slept wasn't a problem. And if he orgasmed to the same video as you, he can't have thought it was too weird... but there was still a problem.

"I'm really sorry baby, I shouldn't have just sprung that on you." Joel apoligizes, so you smile and take his hands.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Thank you for explaining, and I'm not mad."

A cheeky little grin begins to spread on his face. "So is that a yes?"

"It's a no."

His face falters, but not in a way that makes you feel bad for saying no, but confusion.

"No right now, or no forever?"

"No, probably forever." You sigh, trying to think how to explain it. "Some things are just a fantasy. It's fun to watch but... not something I want to actually do."

You weren't sure Joel understood, but he didn't need to understand. You had said no. "Alright baby, that's okay. We ain't gotta do noth'n you don't wanna do, you know that."

You did. Joel made you feel safer than you ever had. "I know baby. Come on, let's go to bed."

Joel took a shower and you closed down the down, making sure when he came out, everything was ready down the covers being turned down and PJ's on the bed. You wanted to fuck him, you wanna to ride him for hours and hours or feel his sweaty chest on you back as he pounded you, but that wasn't for tonight. Joel was tired, and he need to sleep. You lay him down on the bed, keeping his pj pants on but releasing his cock through the hole in the front. As you jerk him, you explain the plan and tell him not to worry about getting you off, just come when he ready.

Keeping him on his back, you sink down on him, keeping your night dress on for warmth and then pull the blankets over both of you. Together you lay there and talk, soft whispers with his cock speared inside you and cuddled up on the bed. Sometimes you'd rock a bit, sometimes you'd squeeze your pussy around him just to hear him moan, but mostly you both just enjoyed some time together, alone.

Quietly, Joel came inside you momments before falling asleep under your body, and together you lay there, as close as two people can be, happy to just spend time together.

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I watch certain porns and read certain fics that I simply would not want to do in real life, hands down. It's fun in theory, not reality.

It's okay to like the idea of something but say no to it irl.

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[sunflower-lilac42]

✧ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 || ice bound au ♔

summary: his call leaves her broken and her brothers each have a different way of comforting her

warnings: sad, throwing up, mentions of blood and cuts

notes: i'm in a very angsty mood, while and even after writing this. jack lives on his own because i said so. i had like an hour and a half left on my laptop when i started this (maybe a bit more) so I'm so glad i was able to get this out tonight | add yourself to the taglist ➵ taglist!

published: 02/16/24

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Her mind was crowded with multiple thoughts, the main one being why he would do this to her, yet the second one was that she needed to get out of this dorm, out of this city, out of this state. She hadn’t slept in over 24 hours. She took her suitcase out from under her bed and started shoving clothes in, it didn’t matter what they were. She knew her socks were red, so she poorly bandaged them and changed socks so she wouldn't be caught by security at the airport.

She didn’t tell anyone, she hadn’t talked to anyone since he called her. It had been almost a day since his call, it was now three in the afternoon the next day. The flight was in an hour and a half, so she drove as fast as possible. She hauled her suitcase into the airport, trying not to draw attention to herself. She went through security smoothly and now all she had to do was wait. Waiting was not a Chloe Hughes thing, it was one of the things she hated the most. 

Luckily, she had no one sitting next to her on the flight. That was the small sliver of good luck she was given today. She put her headphones on, listening to music the whole way there and staring out the window. When she got there, it was midnight and she felt overwhelmed. She hadn’t visited Jack in a while, she had to scroll through her text messages to find his address. Once she found it, she got a cab, telling the driver where to go.

She slowly made her way up the stairs, nerves making her way through her mind. She was hoping that he wouldn’t be mad at her. She knocked on the door, waiting for him to answer. It took a minute because it was almost one in the morning and he was still relatively new to the city. He opened the door, still rubbing sleep from his eyes, and looked at his sister confused, “Chlo?”

She choked on a sob, “I’m so sorry.”

He immediately woke up at the sound of her crying, “Hey hey. It’s okay. C’mere.”

He opened his arms and she all but dove into them. He stumbled a little but caught her nonetheless. He brought her into his apartment, releasing one of his arms to drag her suitcase in and then closing the door with a kick. She could feel his hand running up and down her back and somehow it only made her sobs worse. 

He didn’t say anything, letting her cry it out. It took her a while to calm down, a good half an hour. He was over the top confused but he couldn’t focus on that right now, he could only focus on the fact that his twin sister was crying in his arms. Her breathing grew steady and that was the first time he spoke since she got there, “What’s going on?”

“He hurt me, Jacky.”

His heart broke, he didn’t know who, but he would make it his mission to figure it out, “Who?”

She only shook her head, not wanting to tell him his best friend broke his sister’s heart. He could tell that she didn’t want to talk, that she was tired, “You wanna go lay down?”

She nodded this time, allowing him to take her into his room. He went to leave, telling her he would sleep on the couch but she caught his wrist, begging him to stay. She didn’t want to be alone, her emotions were too much. He obliged, laying down on the opposite side of the bed as her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. She held his hand, the most contact she wanted at the moment, and he squeezed her hand to let her know that he was there.

When Jack woke up the next morning, he was alarmed when she wasn’t lying in the bed, thinking he had just had a strange dream the previous night. But when he heard noises coming from the bathroom, he got up quickly and ran over there, knocking on the door, “Chlo? Are you okay?”

“No.” Her voice was laced with tears, on the edge of breaking once again. 

“Do you mind if I come in?” 

He heard the door unlock and he walked in, seeing her pressed against the wall, her hair a mess even in a low ponytail. It was the first time he had gotten a good look at her since she arrived, her eyes were accompanied by the darkest circles he had ever seen, they were red and bloodshot from the amount of tears she had shed. Her clothes were baggy on her, more than usual. Then he looked down at her feet, slowly recognizing the growing red spot.

His eyes widened, “You’re bleeding!”

She looked down, pulling her feet closer to see for herself, “Oh yeah. Forgot about that.”

“Forgot about it?”

He sat on the ground in front of her, taking her socks off to see what the cause of the bleeding was. There were tiny cuts all along her feet, one big cut on her left one. He stared in horror, not really sure he wanted to know how this happened. He rummaged through his drawers to find his first-aid kit, “What are you doing?

“Cleaning and bandaging your cuts because obviously, you didn’t take more care of yourself.”

She shrugged, staring at the wall in front of her. Jack was worried about her, she hadn’t looked this broken since Hayden, and even now, she looked more if that was possible. He cleaned her cuts, blocking out her slight winces she produced when the cuts stung. When he was done, he wrapped her feet in gauze, creating a protective layer between her feet and the bandages he would be putting on, “You’re lucky you don’t have to go to the hospital, Chloe.”

“Who cares?”

Her voice was monotone, her face was blank, she was off, and he knew that. It was like her and the world around her was turned upside down. He frowned at her words, continuing to work. He didn’t know how his bright and bubbly sister could act this glum, this upset. He was finished in ten minutes and as soon as he was done she threw up, the third time since she woke up. 

“I’m sorry.” She spoke in short sentences, she had only spoken 22 words since she got here. 

“For what?”

“Showing up here.”

“It’s okay, Chloe. I just want to know why.”

She shook her head, she couldn’t tell him. It would make everything worse. He would hate her, hate Trevor, it hurt even just to think about his name. She shouldn’t be ruining their friendship because she couldn’t handle rejection. She kept that part to herself, making up a name for him so they would never find out.

Jack was surprised by the news, but if there was one thing he was good at it was not bringing his emotions into the situation when she was upset, it would make her more upset. He had already been late for the morning skate and he knew that, but she didn’t. Usually, she would be the one to have all of their calendars saved no matter what it was, but with this happening, she couldn’t remember for the life of her. He wasn’t going to tell her, he also wasn’t going to tell her that he should be getting on a plane later in the day.

When she went back to bed, sleeping better than before, Jack let his coach know that he would not be able to make it to the game, for personal reasons. This alarmed his parents, who found out later. He explained the situation to them, both of them knowing they raised good kids at that moment. 

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After Jack’s season was done, Chloe having gone to each of the games, they flew home. From there, Luke spent every day glued to her side and she wasn’t going to complain. They stayed in her room watching random movies they found, trying to see who could find the worst one. Quinn finished up his season a week later, coming home as soon as he could. He had been filled in on what happened and couldn’t wait any longer to ensure she was okay.

Chloe loved her younger brother and her twin, but the comfort that came from Quinn was unmatched. It wasn’t that Jack and Luke didn’t act like older brothers, because they did, all the time, but Quinn had that energy about him. So when he showed up at the house and went directly to her room, she hugged him instantly. Luke left, knowing that she and Quinn would be in her room for the next couple of hours.

She ranted to him, accidentally letting his name slip, however Quinn wasn’t mad. He wasn’t even surprised. He had every reason to suspect his little sister dating his little brother’s best friend, in his eyes, they were obvious. If anything, he comforted her more once he realized that was indeed who it was, he could see how much she had truly cared for him. Quinn knew how much it hurt, and could only imagine how long it would take for her to start feeling better. But, until then, the three of them would be by her side for all of it.

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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[headphonesbones]

Shattered dream sans x a reader who works for nightmare- [idk if this is what you mean by like you know writing reqs-]

Cas and Null decided to write this together! Hope you enjoy <3

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Alright, this is probably gonna get real complicated REAL FAST

Man is crazy (obvi)

But he’s thankfully (or maybe not thankfully) crazy for you

Uhhh… good luck with that…

So man, this can go a few ways… None of which are probably good lol

Let’s say you’re close to Nightmare before stuff hits the fan. Well, as close as you can get to him…

He’s kinda emotionally constipated, but we love him (kinda)

Nightmare, if he actually gives a damn about you, probably would be… let’s just say “reluctant” to have you around his newly corrupted brother.

He trusted him even less now tbh

BUT

I mean, at least he’s not suspiciously nice anymore??? /j

So, man’s crazy x2 so both of them are kinda trying to manipulate you in order to “see their side”

Basically, they’re fighting over you. One as a romantic interest and the other as platonic… probably.

But basically, neither are exactly “right”

You were doing a pretty good job at trying to stay away from Shattered!Dream until, one day, he managed to corner you when you were really sleepy

“Oh, poor thing. Aren’t you tired of mercilessly working for that…. Imbecile brother of mine? Come here, rest your head.” Shattered cooed at you from the other end of the room, watching you stumble your way into your house after a particularly rough mission. How did he even get in here? You were too tired to care. You shuffled over to him and slumped down at his feet, resting your head in his lap. He places his hand on your head, tenderly stroking your hair and murmuring sweet nothings. 

So naturally, you were like “whaT THE FU-”

Nah, you totally didn’t suspect anything. I mean, how different could Shattered!Dream be from his old self? (very different, as you’d come to find out)

You hadn’t slept in literal days, you’d just come back from one of Nightmare’s missions, things got messy in that mission, “your husband is dead, we found him with no head” type shenanigans. 

(… the frick did I just say???? ADHD brain is wack as frick, don’t do vegetables, kids)

Your brain was confused and static-y (is that a neurodivergent thing???) and you were just done by that point

You were kinda not too trusting of him, buuuuut… his lap was comfortable, what else can I say, Your Honor?

(I was just in a silly goofy kinda mood, so I fell asleep on my mortal enemy’s lap)

His voice was relaxing, his lap cozy, the mood just right, and you were exhausted beyond belief

So what did you do?

You fell asleep

Anyways

I have no idea if any of this is coherent

When you woke up (like 16 hours later, thanks to exhaustion) you found that you were in your bed.

You, not knowing wtf just happened, are confused, of course.

Was that all a Dream? Well, Dream was involved but NO, IT WAS NOT A DREAM

HIT THE PANIC BUTTON

You have gay panic for a bit until you see the note on your bedside table

He called you mi cielito in the letter.

Mi cielito?? Depending on if you know Spanish, you may be a little confused. Means “my little sky”... what can I say, he’s a sucker for Moon, Sun, Stars, Sky, etc. motifs

Same

Alright, so…

Thankfully, unlike Nightmare, he’s probably not gonna leave dead birds outside of your doorstep

(probably)

You know, for someone that doesn’t really like cats (we all know what I’m talking about), Nightmare sure does act like one… Neko! Nightmare coming up? (I know the word “neko” just dealt +40 psychic damage to one of you out there)

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Alright, I didn’t really answer your request but I am PLANNING on making this a smol series. So like… a few parts? I just really want to get this out! :]

Cas was sorta working off of first caffeine in week, combined with not sleeping in over 24 hours.

Hope you enjoyed! Please, feel free to send as many requests as you want!

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[kazutora-lover]

Title: Sleeping Beauties

Haitani Ran x gn!reader

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Genre: fluff, humor, wholesome stuff

Summary: your boyfriend takes a nap and wakes up in another century or — how you plan to redecorate Ran's face with the help of his brother — but suddenly become a victim as well

Warnings: none

Notes: did someone ask for more Haitani content? I'm here to deliver a non-smutty scenario ~

Word count: ≈ 1.2k

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Your lovely lovely boyfriend is known for his habit of sleeping like a log, but is he always safe from the others' mischief?

Not with you to say the least. His lovely lovely partner.

You are over at the brothers' place for some entertainment and a games night but your boyfriend decides to be a party pooper, claiming that you and Rindou are the reasons his energy level drops faster than the bodies of the people they beat up a few days prior.

Ran had asked you to either accompany him in bed or to stay in the living room with Rin until he would wake up again. But you know that he would sleep until New Year's Eve if you let him sleep alone, so you indulge in his wish and go with him, but not without exchanging a knowing look with Rindou.

So there you are, laying next to your boyfriend, snuggled into his chest as he has his arms around your form in a secure manner.

"You know I won't run away, right? You're holding me as if you're afraid someone will attack you in your sleep."

Ran sighs tiredly, "I'm not afraid, just want to make sure I won't wake up alone."

A playful scoff leaves your lips because you know exactly what he's playing at. "It's not my fault you always sleep like a corpse, you know? I wouldn't have left you to sleep alone the last time, if you had just woken up after I tried to wake you."

Now he sighs more dramatically, shaking your body in the process as he whines, "I didn't sleep that long, you're just overreacting."

"Almost starving due to the death grip you trapped me in, is not overreacting, Ran."

Your response makes him open an eye as he moves to take a look at you in the dim light that floods his room. "Oh come on, we had food before we went to bed."

You mock him, "Oh cOmE oN — you slept for freaking 16 hours straight!"

Ran chuckles airily, "I won't today, I promise. But if you continue to complain, I will probably have to resort to it again."

His response irks you but then you just smile at him innocently, "You're right, you should sleep as long as you need, babe." And what follows next is a tender kiss that you place on top of Ran's head, as he situates himself to lay on top of you.

Ran hums in delight as he breathes a quiet, "Goodnight darling."

It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep and as much as you wanted to stay awake, Ran manages to lull you to sleep too.

It's in fact not the first time this happens, he's like a sleeping pill if you will. The warmth of his body and the sheets you always cover yourselves with are way too enticing. And then there's his calming scent that manages to make you drift off entirely.

Normally, you would wake up after some time and would leave Ran to sleep a little longer while you move to go back into the living room but today? Waking up doesn't seem to be existent in your vocabulary.

The worst part about it is the fact that you originally planned to draw on Ran's face with Rindou's help but now that you're also deep asleep, it doesn't seem to happen — or so you thought.

You don't know how long you have been asleep for but you are surprised to find that Ran is the one waking you up today. You feel him move a few strands of your hair from your face as he bends his head down slightly to place a tender but lingering kiss onto your forehead.

And then you hear his, still with sleep laced voice ask, "You awake, darling?"

You move to wrap your arms around his form to pull him down again. "Hmm, I am. Why and how are you awake though?"

He chuckles again as he nuzzles into you, "Weren't you the one who wanted me to get up earlier this time?" Then he moves to take a look at you as he speaks up again with a teasing glint in his eyes, "Only for me to find out that my lovely partner is a hypocrite."

You huff at him and the pout on your lips follows soon after, "Your drained state probably drained me too, it's not my fault!" Another question follows, "How long have we even been asleep for?"

"Only about two hours, don't worry about it my love." And then he proceeds to get up as he adds, "And don't be sad about sleeping longer than me, you charged me all up."

You want to throw another snarky and smart remark at him but your brain decided to cancel its cooperation with you.

As Ran gets up, he also gets ahold of your hands to pull you up with him and so you two make your way to the living room. Rindou still sits there and immediately moves to look at you. "Took you long enough, sleepyheads."

The mischievous smile that adorns Rin's face as he takes a look at Ran makes you turn your head as well and you snort out loudly.

"Nice cheeks you got there babe."

Ran turns slightly to throw you a confused expression before he checks for his pants. "What do you mean? I'm wearing clothes."

You stifle another laugh, "Yeah? But your cheeks look especially gorgeous today~"

Your boyfriend squints his eyes at you before he decides to go to the bathroom to refresh himself and you decide to take a seat next to Rindou on the sofa. The smirk on his face as he pokes your cheeks should've told you that you weren't safe either.

It doesn't even take 20 seconds until you hear a faint scream from your boyfriend. So he finally noticed, huh?

It also doesn't take that long for Ran to make his way back to you guys, "Who did this?" He asks exasperatedly.

Rindou cackles and point an accusing finger at you, "It was y/n."

"WHAT? No, no, no, no! How am I supposed to be the culprit?" You take a look at Ran with pleading eyes, "I was asleep with you on top of me. You should know better than anyone that there's no escaping with you in that state."

Ran hums in thought as he sneaks a glance at you and then at Rin, his eyes widening a little bit. Soon enough Ran's lips stretch into a mischievous grin of his own. "You know, it's fine now because it seems you're having some pretty bold cheeks today as well."

And that's what it took for you to understand — yeah, Rindou definitely didn't spare you either. After taking a quick look at your reflection in the mirror, you walk back over to the two brothers.

"Really? You drew literal ass cheeks on both of our faces?"

And Rindou adds, "Well, you're both asses for making me wait for you so fucking long."

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x gn!reader #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani x gn!reader #rindou haitani #ran haitani #haitani brothers #tokyo revengers fluff #ran haitani fluff #kazutora-lover

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Running from the Flames {20}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC

Warnings: 18+ only, smut - this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality.

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“Just in here,” I said as I pointed Pierre to the driveway that led to mum and dad’s estate and turned the music down. “Thank god, I don’t think I could have listened to any more Disney songs. You do know you can say no to her, right?”

Pierre smirked into the rearview mirror as he looked at Addie nodding along to How Far I’ll Go from Moana. “I know, but why would I?”

“She has you so wrapped around her little finger.”

He parked my car in front of the house and before he even turned off the engine my mum was rushing out with a big grin on her face. “My babies,” she gasped as she threw the back door open and saw Addie reaching out for her. “Look how you have grown, chiquita. I missed you so much.”

We spent the afternoon enjoying the warm weather in the pool and it was nice to have a moment alone with Pierre while Addie splashed with mum and dad in the shallows. Mum had given us an update on what Trent had wanted for the settlement and he had been quieter than usual after hearing the conditions.

“You’re far too pretty to pout so much,” I teased as I climbed on his back and wrapped my legs around him, the warm water gently lapping around us. “What’s on your mind, handsome?”

He pulled me around his body and so I was facing him before taking a seat in front of one of the jets. “An exposé?”

“You saw the questions, there’s nothing really substantial to them.” I shrugged and picked up the gold cross that rested against his chest so my hands were busy. I wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of an interview either but if it meant my freedom to travel with Pierre then I would do it. “I would have rather it been done sooner so I could go to Paris with you but having it primetime on a Sunday night is another strategy of his I’m sure.”

“If I didn’t have to go you know I’d be there with you.” Pierre sighed but there was no escaping the testing that he needed to do with his car before they left for Canada. It was being rebuilt from the chassis up after the crash but once it was ready he would need to run it in so the fine tuning and adjustments could be made. “The brakes had better be fixed this time.”

“I’ll be having a word with them if they aren’t. If not, I apparently have a good right hook.”

Pierre tipped his head back with a laugh. “You can’t joke about that, at least not today.”

“It only cost me $250k and an hour long interview.” I wrinkled my nose up. “I have to joke about it or I’ll probably cry.”

“No, no crying, unless they are happy tears. Anything else breaks my heart.”

“I can’t promise that when you’re going away,” I admitted as I curled into him and tucked my head in the crook of his neck. “It’s going to be strange sleeping without you, and lonely, and cold. You’re like the perfect hot water bottle.”

He brushed a kiss over my forehead before resting his cheek on my head. “Four nights, mon amour, four long nights and then we will be together in Montreal and you can put your cold feet on me again. And, we have tonight.”

“In my parents house,” I groaned under my breath. “Bloody cock blocks.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me if your dad made us sleep in different rooms,” Pierre joked.

I chuckled at the thought. “Then slept in the hallway with his shotgun.”

“Wait, he has a shotgun?”

I burst out laughing at the look on his face and found the loud noise had drawn my parents' attention. “Dad, I think Pierre wants to go clay shooting with you.”

“Oh no, sir, it’s alright. I’m more into golf than, uh, shooting,” he said nervously.

“Golf, huh, what’s your handicap?”

“16.”

Dad grinned and I knew what he was thinking. “Bri’s 16, I’m 11. We’ll have to have a round next time you’re here.”

“That could get messy, you get a bit competitive.” Pierre and dad both looked at me a little offended but I had been mostly talking to dad. After thinking about it, both men were very competitive by nature and I could see them trying to outdo the other. “Yeah, it’s probably a good thing you aren’t going shooting.”

Dad smirked at the comment. “Probably. Though I know a great lawyer if there is an accident.”

“Dad,” I gasped as splashed water his way, making him splutter and choke as he struggled to stop laughing.

“It was a joke, darling,” he said when he finally recovered enough to talk. “I wouldn’t have invited him over if I didn’t like him.”

“Technically that was mum.”

“Because she’s better at organising things than me, but I thought about it.” Dad looked at Pierre. “Trust me, son, the best lesson I can teach you on how to live a long happy life with a woman is this - just smile and let her do what she wants.”

“It does work wonders,” mum concurred as she swam up to dad with Addie on her back. “30 years of marriage and counting.”

“That sounds too simple,” Pierre commented but I was still staring at dad, wondering if I had ever heard him call a boyfriend of mine ‘son’ before.

Dad laughed and tapped the side of his head. “You still have to master mind reading to know what she actually wants and not what she says. Don’t fall for those traps.”

“On that note,” I announced as I swam towards the stairs. “I’m going to get dressed and start on dinner because despite my father’s sage advice - food is actually the key to keeping me happy.”

Pierre quickly caught up to me with a streamlined freestyle that flexed his biceps with each stroke and offered to help. Addie wasn’t ready to get out and pouted to her grandparents until they were manipulated into staying in the pool longer. It worked out rather well as I closed my bedroom door and tugged at the bows that held my bikini together.

“They are going to be there for a while.” I smirked as the material fell away and Pierre’s tongue rolled over his lips at the sight. “Don’t make me wait until Montreal.”

He turned and locked the door before kicking his swimming trunks off and picking me up. My legs locked around him like they had in the pool but now there was nothing between us and I moaned as his hard length teased my entrance.

“Make me yours, Pierre,” I begged as he laid me on the bed, his wet hair dripping across my skin as he kissed his way down my body. “Mark me.”

He grazed his teeth over the sensitive spot along my inner thigh and I shuddered beneath him when he sealed his lips over the skin and sucked. His tongue lapped at the mark he had left and my core clenched in response to the primal growl he made when he pulled back and saw the large purple circle that remained.

“Fuck, you are so sexy,” he praised as he admired the mark a moment longer. Needing me as much as I needed him, he curled two fingers into my aching cunt and sighed happily when he felt how wet and ready I was for him. “On your knees, ma chérie.”

I obeyed without hesitation and wrapped my hand around his cock so I could feel every inch of him as he slowly filled me. I wasn’t going to be able to silence the sounds that were building and I reached blindly for my pillow before burying my face in it.

“You feel fucking amazing,” Pierre whispered as he pulled me away from the pillow so my back was pressed to his chest and his hand snaked around my body to teased my clit in time to each thrust.

“Don’t stop, Pierre, please, don’t stop,” I whimpered as I bit my lip trying to keep quiet. My hands gripped his forearms, my nails marking his skin as my entire body tensed before my orgasm crashed over me in undulating waves that left stars dancing across my vision.

“We’re not finished yet, mon trésor,” Pierre chuckled in my ear before kissing my racing pulse and guiding me back onto my hands. “You might want to bite that pillow again.”

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When we emerged freshly showered and satisfied, the others were still in the pool so we went to the kitchen and I grabbed a bag of masa harina to make fresh tortillas. Pierre set up a top 40 playlist on Spotify knowing I liked to listen to music while I cooked and then took charge of chopping up the vegetables I tossed his way.

“Nice reflexes, Gasly,” I praised when he caught everything, even the odd shaped apple cucumber that was covered in little prickles.

“Is this thing edible?” he asked as he wiped his hand free of the prickles.

“I’m too invested in your life to try to poison you, babe.”

He put the knife down and leaned closer to whisper, “can you tell that to Damien before he tries to shoot me?”

I opened my mouth to apologise and explain my dads sick sense of humour when I saw his lips twitch with a suppressed smile before he laughed.

“He needs to act his age, honestly. During the off-season he and Otmar get into so much trouble together. You don’t have to worry about him anyhow, his aim is terrible because he refused to wear the glasses he was prescribed.”

“That makes me feel much better.”

“And he likes you too much, he even called you son.”

“I wasn’t sure if I misheard that. His accent is very strong sometimes.”

I cocked an eyebrow up and waved a floury finger at him as I couldn’t help but tease him. “Look who’s talking.”

“Ah, but you love my accent.”

“I do,” I sighed longingly. “I could listen to you talking all day. Unless it’s with Charles, that just gives me a headache.”

Pierre laughed as he reached for his phone. “Should I call him again?”

“No, please,” I whined. “I speak French, he speaks French. I speak Italian, he speaks Italian. But for some reason I can never understand him, I don’t understand how you do either. It’s like a mashup of both languages and then some English thrown in for good measure too.”

He put his phone down again and turned to me with a smile. “That’s because you learned the language in schoolbooks. It’s far more formal and structured compared to street talk but you’ll pick it up when you’re living in Paris and hearing it everyday.”

The dough was kneaded and ready as I pushed the bowl away and wiped the flour off my hands. “About that…” I shifted on my feet as I looked out the kitchen window to the huge herb garden mum tended to. “I realised I’m being pretty hypocritical. I’m happy to pay Trent off because I don’t want to be apart from you. But then I’m supposed to start work and go from being with you almost 24/7 to just on weekends?”

“We promised we would make it work,” Pierre said nervously as he wondered where I was heading with this conversation.

“And we will,” I assured him as I took his hand. “What I’m saying is that I don’t want to be apart from you when I don’t have to be, especially after seeing that crash. It was a real wake up call that our time isn’t guaranteed.”

Pierre pulled me into his arms and I fisted the back of his shirt like if I could hold on tight then enough this moment would never end.

“Financially, I don’t need the job, I have a trust fund that I’ve never touched but that was mostly from pride and wanting to be independent. The job I had lined up was really only to get some hands-on experience but my long term goal has always been to design and build F1 cars.”

Pierre searched my eyes for a hint of a lie and his lips parted with a deep breath of relief when he realised what I was saying. “You’re not taking the job.”

“No, I can’t even stomach being away from you tomorrow night,” I admitted. “Silly season is coming up and it’s not just you drivers who change seats. I’ll keep an eye out for any jobs around the paddock that use my degree and work my way up that way. As long as I get to climb into bed with you at the end of the day, that’s all that matters.”

The ground disappeared as Pierre swept me up and spun me around with a grin. “I didn’t know how I was going to cope without seeing you and Addie everyday.”

I knew the suffering of missing Pierre would have been just as hard on Addie since she had come to love him too. She was thriving more than ever with having such a kind and supportive male role model, it would have been cruel to suddenly half that quality time they spend together.

“I hope we never have to find out.”

Click here for chapter twenty one.

Tagging: @my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife @prrttysposts

#pierre gasly x poc!oc #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly smut #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly x oc #formula one fanfiction #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #running from the flames

[autisticlancemcclain]

YES let’s hear about shiro and adam’s daughter👁👁👁👁👁👁

YES thank u for asking. in this universe:

shiro and keith have different dads, but the same mom. shiro is eighteen years keith's senior, and keith was a Big Surprise. to say their mother was absent is an understatement. when keith's dad died (he was 4), shiro took him in. he was dating adam then but not married.

keith has pretty much only known shiro as his dad figure, although he does have some memories of his dad and shiro keeps any pictures he has :))

keith was a Menace to adam for several years. like, monster child. he was always scared that shiro would choose adam over him. it took several years from both shiro and adam to convince him that they were both going to put keith first, always.

it was actually something adam did to make keith feel safe around them. it wasn't even something big. but when keith was ten, a call went home from the school that keith was ditching class. regularly. he would ask to go to the bathroom and just not come back. shiro was out at work, adam was home, so he answered. keith fully expected him to be furious, and tell shiro. but he didnt. he told the school to leave keith alone basically (lol), patted keith on the head, and told him he's around if keith wants to talk. keith cried and really started to trust them.

he and adam still drive each other insane for kicks tho. bc it annoys shiro and that is their favourite joke of all time.

shiro Cannot be trusted in the kitchen. at all. sometimes he even manages to fuck up cereal.

adam is a fucken five star chef. hes SO good at cooking. and he hates rich people food, so he only makes comfort food out of spite and it's SO good. his love language is cooking for people and complaining about it.

adam and shiro have always been happy with keith, and when keith started to get older they decided they wanted another kid so they adopted hana!

it is an open adoption, so sometimes hana's mom comes to visit. she calls herself hana's aunt and while hana will never not know that her mom is her bio mom, she doesn't rly want a mother role (she was 16 when she had hana, she didn't want to be a mom but she still wants to be in hana's life, shiro & adam are happy with this)

hana is a Hugely Fussy Baby holy shit. she cannot sleep through the night even a little bit, she can sleep for like four hours max. shiro and adam have not slept properly in two years.

she does, however, sleep a full like eight hours if keith is the one to put her to bed. she loves keith so much. keith is insufferably smug about it (calls himself her favourite) and it drives shiro & adam insane (they do find it adorable but mostly they're jealous lol)

her first word was keke. keith sobbed for like three days. he has the video of it on his phone and he watches it regularly to remind himself that his family loves him.

one day shiro teases that keith is a better big brother than shiro ever was and keith just quietly says "no one in the world can be a better big brother than you were for me" and it shocks shiro so badly that he doesn't even know how to react. he's not shocked that keith loves him, but the resolution in keith's voice when he said that just shook shiro down to his core

when keith moved out he changed his homescreen on his phone to a pic of the four of them.

he comes to visit regularly, about once a week. adam cooks for him.

honestly i have more send me specific questions

#headcanon dump!!! #keith & shiro #broganes #adashi #keith & adam #vld #voltron #ask #longpost

[rip-us-xoxo]

Fred Jr.- Fred Weasley x Reader (REPOST)

Posted JANUARY 16, 2021

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Warnings- FLUFFFF, also talks about Fred almost dying but we all know that that never happened :)

A/n- This is based off of this post by @/wand3ringr0s3 and also thank you to @/whizboingies for coming up with the imagine idea! And thank you to you both for letting me write this!💛💛

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Fred’s POV

For 11 years of Fred’s life, Fred slept with a teddy bear, Fred Jr. was his name. 

But the moment Fred went off to Hogwarts, he declared he was too big to sleep with stuffed animals and threw Fred Jr. under his bed at the burrow, leaving him to collect dust for 9 years. 

But, the day after Fred got out of St. Mungo’s after being 1 inch from death, he went back to the burrow to revisit where he lived as a child, trying to find as many happy memories as possible to overshadow the traumatic ones from the Second Wizarding War. 

That’s when he found Fred Jr., the bear who gave him comfort for half of his life. He took Fred Jr. along with other things from his room and brought it back to their apartment above Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, just for the reason that he needed a few happy memories with him at all times. 

They had gotten back to their apartment late that night, so Fred didn’t bother unpacking the box of memories, rather leaving them on the floor next to his bed. 

That night though, his thoughts were dark and sleep just wouldn’t come to him, no matter how many times he tried to shut his eyes as tight as he possibly could. And after it hit around 2 in the morning, 3 hours of tossing and turning, he looked at the box next to him. The moonlight lit the box of memories, showing Fred Jr.’s beaded eyes. 

Fred reached over, grabbed the stuffed animal and squeezed him between his arms, hoping that with the bear that gave him comfort all through his childhood would give him comfort once more, 9 years later. His hopes came true and within 5 minutes, Fred was out like a light. 

After a month of sleeping with Fred Jr. in secret, Fred had overslept on a work day, causing George to finally catch him. 

“Sleeping with a teddy bear? How childish is that?” George laughed making Fred jolt awake from his sleep, clutching onto Fred Jr. tightly. “What?” Fred asked sleepily and rubbed his eyes before letting out a loud yawn. 

“Oh my godric, is that Fred Jr.!?” George exclaimed, now getting a closer look. “Uh, yeah? What about him?” Fred asked defensively, sitting up against the headboard. 

“You haven’t slept with him since you were 11, why now?” George questioned and crossed his arms. “Almost dying messes up your sleep schedule, so I’m sleeping with Fred Jr. to help me sleep at a normal time, alright?” Fred explained with a harsh tone. 

George put his hands up in defense and sat on the bed next to Fred, taking Fred Jr. from Fred’s hands. “Hey buddy, I haven’t seen you since your father threw you under the bed,” George mused, earning himself a smack on the side of the head from Fred, “Alright I think that’s enough,” Fred growled and snatched Fred Jr. back, “Now let us go back to sleep!”. 

“That’s actually why I came in here, we have to be down in 5 minutes. So hurry your arse up,”  George told him and walked out of Fred’s room. 

Fred’s eyes widened as he scurried out of bed and got ready before rushing down to the shop, completely forgetting about Fred Jr. in his arms. 

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath when he realized how many people were in his shop, he didn’t have any time to go back up to the flat and put Fred Jr. back. “Uuuh,” he panicked and looked around for somewhere to put him, he didn’t want to lose Fred Jr., that would not be a good start to his morning. 

After a quick second of thinking, a lightbulb went off in his head. He grabbed his wand and muttered a spell that dressed Fred Jr. in an outfit that matched his. “Perfect!” Fred chuckled and walked up to the counter, placing Fred Jr. right by the cash register. 

“Why are you placing a teddy bear there Mr. Weasley?” Verity asked Fred, laughing a bit at the matching outfits. “Didn’t have enough time to go put him back in my room, so Fred Jr. is just going to have to stay here for today,” Fred proclaimed. 

Well, his one-time-stay turned into every day, and everyday more and more children and parents got to be graced with the presence of the oh-so handsome (according to Fred) Fred Jr. But one day, Fred Jr. wasn’t just good for his dashing looks, he was the soother for a 5 year old little boy who had lost his mother in the afternoon busyness of the Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. 

“Shh, it’s alright. Don’t worry, we’ll find your mom,” Fred told the boy and held out his hand for him to take. The boy squeezed Fred Jr. a little tighter and took Fred’s hand and they started walking around the shop. 

Fred asked everyone if the little boy was their child, but after 15 minutes of looking, there was no sign of the little lad’s mom. 

“I’m sorry little guy, it looks like your mo-”, “Nathan Y/l/n! There you are!” he heard someone exclaim. He turned around to see a lady who looked oddly familiar running their way. 

“Mommy!” the boy cheered and let go of Fred’s hand, running toward his mother to collide with her and they gave each other a ginormous hug. 

After they shared a few words of relief with each other, the lady looked up to see Fred still standing there. She stood up and walked toward him, she knew exactly who he was, and frankly, after a few seconds of studying her face, Fred did too. 

“Fred Weasley,”

“Y/n Y/l/n,”

“I haven’t seen you since Hogwarts!” Y/n exclaimed and gave him a hug. Fred’s heart fluttered and he hugged her back. “Thank you so much for finding my son, you have no idea how grateful I am,” she told him and squeezed him tighter, staying there for a few seconds, and pulling away. 

Fred checked Y/n’s left hand quickly “No ring,” he thought, his heartbeat quickening. “Well, I’m glad I could help,” Fred said charmingly and gave his signature smile, making Y/n swoon. 

“Who’s this little guy?” Y/n asked Nathan and pointed to Fred Jr. “This is Fred Jr.!” Nathan exclaimed and handed him to her. “Hm, interesting,” she giggled while she looked over at Fred, who looked mortified. 

Fred may or may not have had a small crush on Y/n all throughout Hogwarts and always acted tough to try and impress her. But now, his tough guy persona is gone now that Y/n knows he has a stuffed animal. 

“Don’t worry,” she cut off Fred’s thoughts and walked toward him, “I find it cute,” she whispered in his ear and handed Fred the teddy bear, giggling once more. Fred’s face went scarlet as he shyly looked down at his feet. 

“There you are!” George exclaimed and walked toward Fred, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” he then looked next to Fred, “Y/n?”. “George!” she beamed and they both shared a quick hug. 

“I see you’ve met Fred Jr.,” George chuckled and pointed to the bear in Fred’s arms. After you and George both laughed, he noticed his twin brothers state and smirked, “Well, I’ll let you two love birds get back to it.”. 

Fred’s eyes widened and looked in your eyes, making you blush slightly. “Uh, well, I better get going,” you told him quietly and held your hand out for Nathan, starting to walk away. 

“Wait!” Fred practically screamed out, making you snap your head around, “W-Would you want to go to dinner tonight? There’s a really good restaurant just around the corner.”. 

You smiled bashfully at his offer and nodded your head, “I’d like that.”. He watched as you walked away, a stupid grin across his face. 

Fred then looked down at the stuffed animal that has helped him so much throughout his life and who also just scored him a date with his crush of 12 years. 

“Thanks Fred Jr., you’ve done it again, little buddy.”.

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xoxo

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #harry potter characters x reader #harry potter fanfiction

[viridwns]

If I could make a request with your Vincent post! Perhaps you could do one where the reader gets incredibly ill, like hospital stay I'll and just barely pulls through. I'd love to see how the boys and their dad respond to a situation like that, one they have no control over.

so, I just assumed you wanted it when the boys are older (around 16), because there is quite a difference if the boys were younger (around 5 or so). I am a bit too lazy to write for both ages so let’s say they are older and therefore wiser, but also more possessive and lovesick (platonic). It also has effect on Vincent, if the twins were younger, he would be more stressed. His boys can’t live without a mother, now he must look after them all the time and has to tell them off more for wanting to visit their mom. If they are older, he can give them more work to run the business and they would also know what to do if something happens to mom. They also understand why they can’t cling to their mother; they could catch the disease you have if they do.

now that this is out of the way, let’s start.

Yan!Vincent Phantomhive x Sick!mom!reader

WARNINGS: Abuse, mentions about dying

Part 2

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Not Yet

Vincent was anxious. You had been sick for more than two weeks already and it didn’t seem like you were getting any better. He had called the best doctors of London to see what was wrong with you, if you had any kind of tropic disease, what medicines were best for you, but none of them knew, none of them worked. He had snapped at them for not doing their job right, yelling they should go back to med school if they couldn’t even prescribe the right kind of antidotes.

The mansion had returned to its usual emptiness, the emptiness you filled when he married you. It was quiet, everyone was on edge. The boys had been more closed off, spending their time whispering to one another or guarding over their mother when she was sleeping, making sure her breathing was regular. Ciel jumped to your side every time your breathe even hitched the slightest. The younger one held your hand every time he was with you, constantly checking your heartbeat. You were too weak to even talk to them at times. If you didn’t feel like eating, they had to force some soup down your throat, which you couldn’t even keep in for more than five minutes.

You were exhausted every second of the day, no matter how many hours you slept, when you woke up you could close your eyes again right after. Your skin was clammy all the time, even though you felt like you were freezing. You couldn’t keep any food in your system for long periods, your body rejected everything you ingested.

The thought of dying had come up at some point when you couldn’t even sit up straight anymore, it was shortly after the second week had passed and a doctor had left your chambers when Vincent lashed out at him. You gave the man a sympathetic look before he left.

Vincent put his hand on his face and dragged it down, eyebags were weighing heavy under his eyelids. He wasn’t allowed to sleep next to you in case your disease was infectious. That took a toll on him. For you it was quite pleasant, your bed had never felt so spacious, less suffocating. This was the freest you had ever been in your life. Vincent and the twins were only allowed to visit you every hour to check up on you, but they weren’t allowed to stay more than a few minutes since you had to rest allot. Not even Tanaka was allowed to see you.

You rested your head on the cushion under you, your limbs feeling like cement blocks and your muscles stiff as a board. You felt the bed dip from beside you, a soft creak leaving the wood underneath. Vincent caressed your cheek with his gloved hand. You gazed up at him, his expression unreadable.

”What are you thinking about?” You asked him, your voice hoars even though you didn’t speak more than five sentences a day. Vincent shook his head and switched his hand from your face to hold yours. Outside from the doctors that came to visit you ever so often, Vincent and the boys were your only form of outside contact, if you didn’t talk to them, you felt like you were going to go mad. You nudged him with the bit of power you had left.

”Hey, come on now. You know I’ll keep pushing you until you talk.” You smiled at him; he returned the gesture. “Oh, and if I know.” Sarcasm was clear in his voice. You gave him a few more seconds before he spoke up again. “I am just worried about you; you aren’t making any progress.” You were taken aback, not by his words, but by the expression he made. His eyes were glazed over, his lips downturned and his eyebrows furrowed. You had never seen your husband so distraught, so vulnerable. It looked like he could break any second.

He squeezed your hand before kissing it. “I spend every second of my time with you, trying to protect you from the outside world and now I can’t even get you to drink soup.” A tear escaped from his eye; you didn’t know what to say when you saw the droplet rolling down his cheek. Never in your life have you seen Vincent cry and it scared you. He had done everything in his power to keep you by his side, you were afraid of what he would do if you died. It may seem crazy, but deep down you knew he would find a way to make sure not even death could take the two of you apart.

A knock was coming from the door. Ciel opened it, a tray of food resting in his hand.

”Father, Tanaka is requesting your presence in your office.” Vincent wiped away the tear with his hand before standing up, giving you a quick kiss on your forehead before leaving. Ciel let his father leave the room before closing the door, his twin walking right behind him.

”You look beautiful today, mother” The younger one said before taking his place on a stool beside you. You laughed meekly. “That is what you said yesterday. I look like absolute shit, and you know it.” [redacted] gasped. “Language mother! And that is simply not true, you are gorgeous, no matter what.” Ciel placed the tray on the bed, he hooked his arm behind your back and helped you sit up straight. You smiled at your youngest son. “I am dying, I can say whatever I want.” The word left your lips without a second thought. To be honest, you didn’t even notice you said it before Ciel’s hand connected with your cheek. Making a horrid sound as it did. A sharp gasp left your mouth as [redacted] stopped your body from falling over to the side. Tears sprung into your eyes as you looked up to your oldest son, his eyes were full of fury, his breathing was ragged. You were gripping onto the younger twin like your life depended on it. “Ciel!” He yelled, you were still in a state of shock as you stared into the eyes of your son, they looked too much like his.

”Do not ever say that again! You hear me!” Ciel bellowed, you coward more into your younger son as he wraps his arms around you protectively. “That is enough, Ciel! She’s already weak, don’t make it worse.” He snapped at his brother. Ciel sat down on the bed, putting a hand through his hair, he was trying to calm himself down. “Mama, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. That word just brings me so much fear and pain. I can’t lose you.” He reached out to caress the red spot he just swatted. You flinched away before he could even reach it. Ciel bit his lip. “Mama, please—” You didn’t let him finish his sentence. “Get out.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. You crawled out of your son’s arms. Both looked at you confused. “Mother what are you saying?” [redacted] questioned as he tried to hold your hand, but you pulled your arm away. “I said get out.” You looked between both your sons. In two weeks, you had never felt so energetic, so healthy. Ciel stood up. “I said I was sorry, you know I don’t like hurting you, but you brought it onto yourself.” You cringed at his manipulation tactic; your other son stood up as well. “I don’t care! Just leave me alone!” This was the loudest you had been all week; your voice was trembling and it cracked the harder you screamed. “But mama—” You pushed your youngest son from the position you were in, he didn’t budge a bit, but the message was clear. “Out!” Ciel pursed his lips before walking to the door, his brother looking at you with a pained expression, but upon meeting your fire filled eyes, he went after Ciel and left you alone in the room. You balled your hands into fists, you had to take your anger out on something. In the corner of your eyes, you saw the tray with freshly baked bread and steaming soup still resting in the same spot. Without even a second thought, you grabbed the tray and with all your might, you threw it against the door. The soup splashed onto the door, the tray making an awful lot of sound when it made contact with the wood. The bread landed on the floor with a soft thud. Your breathing was heavy as you sat there on the bed, adrenaline slowly leaving you and exhaustion slowly taking over you body. You were still leaning a bit to the left from throwing the tray. Your limbs became heavier and heavier, but instead of falling onto the bed, you fell to the left and onto the floor. You couldn’t even get your body to move as you let out a pained groan. You were so so tired. You had been prisoner for too long, it was finally time for you to let yourself be free. You vaguely registered your husband bursting through the door, looking around the room before seeing you sprawled out on the floor. He was yelling something, but you had no idea what. You saw your sons’ standing behind him. One was crying, one was staring at your limp body with horror in his eyes. Vincent was cradling you into his arms. You looked at his mouth, it kept making the same movements, as if he was calling out a name. Was it yours? You didn’t know. Everything around you became blurry as the only thing you felt was your heartbeat slowly decreasing. It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. You focused on the ceiling above you, drowning out the scene around you. A small smile crept up your lips as you finally felt at peace, accepting your death with open arms, but right before you closed your eyes, you felt someone pick you up, was Vincent carrying you? You let your head roll to the side to look at the person holding you. Panic shot through your system once again as you saw the face of the man who held you. Green eyes pierced through your [E/C] ones. The scar that crossed his features giving away his identity immediately.

Vincent wasn’t going to let you rest just yet.

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[toasttt11]

truthfully

April 16, 2024

Clementine groaned as the sun was already in her eyes and she felt like she barely slept a minute. She had gotten a bad puck to her elbow last night and she was fine but it caused her elbow to flare up, starting a bit after she laid down for bed and was trying to sleep.

Clementine has hated that her past injury still can cause her so much pain, sometimes she wakes up in the morning feeling as if she had broken it again all over.

Clementine groaned frustrated as she was suppose to be going on a date with Alex in a few hours and she knew she couldn’t now, the flair was quite a bad one and she had barely slept.

Clementine used her good arm picking up her phone and texting Alex quickly saying she was sick and she wouldn’t be able to make it today.

She turned her phone back off and stumbled out of bed and into the kitchen, she grabbed pain meds and quickly took them before grabbing her ice pack that wraps around her arm and put it on and shuffled back to bed.

Clementine clicked her curtains closed and flopped her head onto her pillow waiting for the pain meds to kick in so she could get some sleep.

Clementine must of dozed off for a little while because she woke up hearing a few knocks on her door, she furrowed her eye brows and got out of bed running a hair through her hair as she walked to the door.

Clementine opened the door and saw Alex standing there with a few bags in his hands.

“You’re not sick.” Alex quickly realized looking hurt, Alex has seen her sick many times before and she doesn’t look sick just exhausted, and her nose alwyss gets very pink and her eyes get glossy when she is sick

“No, i’m not.” Clementine whispered feeling terrible knowing she has hurt him because she didn’t tell him the truth.

“Why did you lie?” Alex questioned looking at her, he swallowed harshly.

“Can you come in first?” Clementine asked softly, Alex curtly nodded and walked in and he didn’t slip his uggs off at the shoe rack like he always does making Clementine frown.

Alex set the bags onto the kitchen counter and turned around giving her a stern look.

“I’m sorry, i know i lied i just didn’t know how to tell you i wasn’t sick but i couldn’t go to our date today.” Clementine explained softly.

“Why couldn’t you go on a date today.” Alex asked through his clenched jaw wanting to give her a chance to explain herself but he was still hurt she had lied.

Clementine hesitated and took a deep breath, “I get flairs up.” Clementine told him nervously, Clementine having never told anyone besides her medical team or family about the extent of her injury, “After my injury a few years to my elbow it’s a lot more sensitive and sometimes just waking up it feels as if i had broken it again and last night getting the puck to my elbow caused a flare by the time i was in bed, and i didn’t get any sleep and have been in a lot of pain so i didn’t want to make you deal with me during our date.” Clementine avoided eye contact with Alex as she told him the truth.

Alex quickly found himself softening, he saw how she was obviously apologetic for lying but he also understood why she lied and felt bad that she felt she had to lie to cancel their date.

“Älskling.” Alex cooed softly and stepped towards her and pulled her into his arms being mindful of her elbow, “It’s okay, i understand.” He felt her sag against him in relief.

“I’m sorry Lex.” Clementine softly whispered pressing a soft kiss against his chest, Alex just gently shushed her and kissed the top of her head.

“Are you hungry?” Alex asked as he still held her in his arms, Clementine shook her head, “Okay, why don’t i put the food in the fridge and we can go lay down?” Clementine nodded but held onto him tighter as he tried to let go, Alex let out a fond laugh but let her stay holding into him as he put the food into the fridge and led them to her bedroom.

He pulled back the blanket and laid down on his back and Clementine immediately laid on top of him and put her face in his neck.

“Next time just tell me okay.” Alex softly whispered and Clementine nodded softly and started to relax more and more laying on Alex and slowly fell asleep to Alex gently scratching her back.

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[idontknowreallywhy]

Resurface 16 - Regard

What went before

Yes, this was just going to be a single explanatory paragraph, but I swear whenever I get within 3ft of the inside of Scott’s brain it all spirals… so… ah I dunno *flings words*.

Let’s just say that the fact the sequel with have the square of the number of chapters of the original fic is symbolic of how, when buried, issues like these can escalate into something much bigger and more uncontrollable over time? That sounds plausible. Definitely deliberate then. Yep.

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A digital landslide of distracting paperwork loomed entirely unheeded as Scott sat perched on the edge of the desk with his back to it, sipped his coffee and focussed intently on the security feed John had routed to his tablet.

Virgil was sleeping again.

Gordon had unloaded the contents of a cabinet on to an empty bed and was methodically sorting through, discarding some items, probably expired, and placing the rest neatly back into place. On another occasion Scott would have commented on the contrast with the squid’s approach to just about every other space he inhabited, but recognised the action for what it was. He touched the screen as if to stroke tiny Gordon’s head than jumped a little as his fish brother looked up suddenly like he was aware of it. The door opened and Grandma popped her head through and Scott let out an embarrassed breath. Of course, how could Gordon have felt anything? Scott grudgingly acknowledged that it may have been possibly a little too long since he last slept but it was what it was. Sleep wasn’t an option yet.

He watched, as Grandma and Gordon conversed and, seemingly satisfied, she left again. Gordon dropped himself into the chair next to Virgil’s bed and rested his head back. Within a few minutes he appeared to have nodded off.

A cloud shifted and a ray of sunlight crept across the floor and nudged him. Scott stretched like a cat and basked in it for a moment, before carrying the tablet over to the window. He spared the ocean a glance - it continued to do its thing, oblivious of the turmoil on the island it held in its arms.

He returned his attention to the feed. Gordon definitely sparked out, slumped down in the chair until he was nearly horizontal. Virgil was… Scott squinted… ok he was still sleeping too. The lack of sound meant big brother was spared the overwhelming sensory experience of the wingmen snoring in concert.

Good. This was good. Both their minds needed the rest and time to heal. Scott could keep an eye on them from here.

Was this what it was like for John all the time? Observing from above but unable to reach out and touch? Scott didn’t rate it at all. His need for physical proximity to a brother in distress was like an itch. No… a bruise… a nasty deep bruise… or… or perhaps the feeling left behind when one lost a limb. He grudgingly admitted this was better than lurking outside the door, however.

When John had appeared through it moments after Gordon had left, Scott had rolled his eyes so hard it made the tense muscles behind his eyebrows throb. He knew when he was about to be Managed, but when John still looked so vulnerable Scott couldn’t upset him more. So he allowed it. And thus he was up here in the sunshine with access to coffee and what he suspected was the spoils of a Gordon-related raid on Kayo’s secret candy stash. The consequences of that could be dealt with later.

He felt a little… uncomfortable… watching this way but was it really any different to sitting by his brother’s bedside? Not really. Well. Maybe a little. There was the consent issue… what would Virgil say if he knew? Would he be angry?

But… he reminded himself yet again… it wasn’t actually that Virgil didn’t want his big brother around, it was just his brain was struggling to explain the presence of two of them at once. And while all the articles Scott had consumed in the last 29 hours confirmed one shouldn’t play along with the delusions, they were also clear that it wasn’t a good idea to challenge or to try to reason him out of them. And Scott’s physical existence was currently proving to be such a challenge. Grandma had spoken to the psychiatrist and established they just had to wait until the meds started to kick in and the hallucinations lessened enough for reality to take precedence and then Scott could take his rightful place by Virgil’s side again.

Which was fine. At least he could keep an eye on things from here. He was an adult and of course he could be patient and focus on how fortunate it was they had a solution they knew would work for Virgil.

The fact that Scott was constantly fantasising about drop kicking this “other” Scott into the ocean was one he needed to keep to himself. He put the tablet down, drained his coffee and went to make another, tearing himself away from the screen for long enough to give himself a brief reprieve from the eye-strain headache that was developing. He leant over the kitchen sink and splashed cold water over his stinging, reddened eyes.

It was going to be fine.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #john tracy #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #resurface fic

[hollyhomburg]

It is June finally, summer polishing it's restless claws, and you are dying.

You didn't love me at first, and i was alright with that. i remember back when there were bunkbeds in the middle room, and you'd sit on top where my sister slept, how i'd climb up the ladder just to look at you. you where always so good, so quieht and invisible when you'd hunt in the autumn leaves, delicate paws that have now started to curl with arthritis and age.

i remember the first time you bit me and i didn't tell mom, because i thought she'd get mad at you and think you weren’t worth petting, and I didn’t want her not to touch you.

she didn't get mad. But she did notice my bloody hand clutched to my chest. “It’s not that bad,” It was never too bad, for me to keep trying with you. you've lived in my house for 21 years now.

i wish you'd let me clip your claws, but somehow that feels like something you wouldn't want on principle. You were always so quick to use them whenever someone reached down to pet you that you didn't like. hissing and biting were your language the way you told my family and me /no/ before i had the experience to know how important that was. How essential it was to say the word /no/.

I learned. Oh, how I /learned/ from you.

My family likes to joke that i'm still the only one out of them that knows how to set healthy boundaries, i can't have learned it from my parents. The way i see it, it has to be from you. You taught me how to fight tooth and claw for what i know i need. You taught me that there is always room to be loved better, always a reason to teach the people who love you how to love you in ways that won't hurt.

and although it hurts now, i think it's just because the love i have for you has no were to go, now that i know that you're dying.

i still remember the first night you really /asked/ me to pet you. the first time you asked for more than the occasional chin rub (those are still your favorite) i was 16, and spending alot of time in my room because the stalking had gotten particularly bad. you were always in my room too- because it was always soft and quiet- the same room i write from now. where underneath you are dying beneath the porch (i won't be cruel and try to move you if thats where you've chosen to rest, i know how to respect what you want now, you taught me so well!).

The same room you died in, because you couldn’t stand it, how I kept trying to bring you back to my room.

The first time i pet you because you wanted it, i had a bottle of benedryl and two bottles of advil on my bedside table and i knew that taking them would make my organs fail. God, i was sitting on the edge of that single bed and sobbing. Ready to go. Ready to end it,

And then you started circling my heals and /meowing/ at me. the cat who never wanted to be touched hopped up on my bed, wormed its way between my knees and started nudging at my hands and purring. begging for touches that i barely knew how to give.

i was sobbing too hard to see, but i could feel you purring against my fingertips. Maybe you knew, animals have a 6th sense about things. but i don't think i knew how much i needed to not feel alone right then. i think you stopped me from taking them, i don't know if it would have killed me.

You stopped purring 3 days ago.

I’m convinced You saved my life regardless, it’s a pity that there’s nothing I can do to save yours now.

i didn't feel alone after that, and i suspect i won't feel alone until your body is cold and you're gone. i suspect it will be hours now, i'll check on you again before i go to sleep and once more before that, after i'm done writing this.

later in life, you got softer. kinder, less likely to swat and attack, i think maybe you realized that you actually liked me a little or at the very least you knew i was hurting and needed love too. We made up for lost time you and I.

i started to pet you a little longer, even though you were hairy and thick furred and tended to get orange hair on everything. in the winter i'd sit by the fire and pet you until i had enough fur to felt a hat with, and in the summer, you'd tollerate sweaty nudges of my fingers. i always pet you more in wintertime, you always hated the cold. I got up and closed the window, just before you died.

i always gave you one more pet after i thought i was too tired to give you anymore if you didn't walk away from me first, one more. just one more. I used to say, just one more so that when she dies I’ll know I gave her all the love I could and then some.

That was a lie, I have so much love for you left and when you die there will be no where for it to go. I should have given you double, or triple the love I did.

i really hoped, this last winter, that you'd make it to see the summer, just because then you'd be more comfortable, and maybe you could go back to watching the chiptmunks in the garden. Your days of chasing them long over. maybe i should feel happy, you got to see the spring. it's june now, 7 days shy of summer, and i know it's your time to go.

i just want to say thank you, thank you for being my friend, thank you for being my cat. if i'm allowed one more lifetime, i'd like to spend it with you <3 you where the best cat ever.

i promise i'll listen and learn to love you just as well next time <3

[beybaldes]

and I long to be near you

summer sleepover masterlist

will kitman x gn!reader

summary : “you fell asleep in my arms. it was kind of adorable.” Requested by anon.

an : omg I finally wrote another prompt fic, more coming, one ted, a few Roy, and I think a Jamie in the drafts too? Then I’ll return to the inbox and work on some more. Love you guys!! Title is death with dignity by sufjan stevens <3

You hadn’t planned for things to end up like this. What was supposed to be a night out with the team after another win for Richmond, had somehow become you waking up in someone’s arms on the coach, half way back to London.

As you tried to blink away the sleep in your eyes, you took note of how you were sat. Someone’s hoodie had been put over your ‘going out’ clothes and you were facing Isaac and Colin, who sat together in the row across from you - meaning whoever you were sat with, or on, had had the decency to keep the sun out of your eyes and allow you to sleep. You snuggled into the soft material of the hoodie, tucking your nose under the collar and immediately recognising the smell.

Somehow, you’d ended up in Will’s arms, your side pressed into his chest, one of his arms around your waist and holding you in the seat by your thigh, the other holding your knee with his thumb running up and down. Thankfully, your face was largely hidden from view as it was tucked into the crook of Will’s neck, and what wasn’t, you’d hidden when you’d snuggled up into his jumper.

Though you’d managed to piece together where you’d ended up, you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what had led to it.

Colin griping your ankle and shaking it had given you the perfect opportunity to fake waking up, and avoiding dealing with an explanation of the fact you’d been awake a while and just enjoyed the feeling of being in Will’s arms.

“Look what you’ve done now, bruv.” Isaac knocked his shoulder against Colin’s, turning Colin’s attention away from you and Will as he started to bicker with his best friend.

“Good morning.” Will whispered, giving you the opportunity to slowly ‘wake up’ after Colin startling you awake. “You sleep good?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You answered honestly, keeping yourself tucked in Will’s arms but moving your head to look at him. “But confused about how exactly I ended up here though.”

“Oh. Oh! Sorry.” Will quickly tried to move you out of his arms and into the aisle seat, but in doing so nearly made you fall onto the floor of the bus. In response, you reached one arm up so it was over his shoulder, and squeezed yourself tighter against his chest, to stop yourself from falling. “I’m sorry, I was-“

“Don’t worry about it, Will.” A loud yawn spilt up your words and you snuggled into Will’s chest with your thinking. Will was half thankful you had, because at least it meant you couldn’t see the red, hot flush that covered his face and burned the tips of his ears, even if that meant he was the most nervous he’d ever been. “Just tell me what happened after that hot sauce shot Isaac gave me, I can’t remember anything after that .”

Will re-adjusted his grip on you, one of his thighs brushing dangerously close to the top of your thighs, sending shivers running through you. “Right, so.” Will’s fingers started to gently scratch up and down your thigh as he spoke. “We were at the club, and Colin had been saying for nearly an hour that we better get heading back, and you and Jan really didn’t want to.” Will pointed to a passed out Jan Mass taking up the whole row behind Isaac and Colin, a jacket thrown over his head to keep the sun out of his eyes as he slept. “And when me and Isaac backed Colin, you and Jan Mass grabbed each others hands and ran off into the crowd together.”

You gasped at his words, then sounding nothing like anything you’d do. That weird hot sauce shot must have sent you over the edge and into insanity, by the sounds of it. “It took us 2 hours to find you in the crowd, and when we did, you and Jan had worked your way through 16 more shots between the two of you.” Yep, definitely didn’t sound like you. “When we finally convinced the two of you to get in a taxi, we’d lost Richard, and we had to spend another 45 minutes looking for him.”

“The club wasn’t even that big, Will.”

A laugh rumbled through his chest and you could feel the vibration of it in your own. Both of his hands had moved further up your body; the one from your knee moving to replace the other at your thigh, and the one from your thigh moving to your hair. “I know, right! I’m convinced you and Jan were following us around for the first hour and a half we were looking for you just to make sure we wouldn’t find you.” He brushed some of your hair away from falling over your cheek, keeping his hand on the strand behind your ear. “Anyway, after we found Richard, we finally went to get into a taxi and come back to the hotel. But when we got the taxi, we realised there was 4 seats and six of us.”

As Will recounted the nights events, little glimpses of it started to seep into your mind. You could picture the streets of Nottingham moving quickly before your eyes, Isaac and Jan blocking your view and Colin curled up in front of Isaac’s feet, his head resting on his knee.

“Richard demanded the front seat and the rest of us had to squeeze into the back. We made it work, but you had to sit in my lap.” You and Will were the shortest of the group, so It made the most sense for the two of you to coup up in one seat together. Especially when Jan Mass was in the car too. “And by the time we finally made it back to the hotel, it was time to get on the coach. But when I tried to get out of the taxi, I realised you’d fallen asleep.”

You could feel the warmth rising to your cheeks at the image of the two of you in the taxi, much like the scene before you now. In both instances, Will hadn’t hesitated to put your comfort above his own and let you sleep, and sit, on him. If you didn’t already have a blossoming crush on Will, his genuine and consistent sweetness would’ve had you forming one, right here, right now.

“So you carried me onto the bus?” You guessed, your hand that had rested against his shoulder moving up to cup the nape of his neck, threading your fingers through his hair.

“I carried you onto the bus.” He confirmed, the nod of his head gentle enough that it wouldn’t disturb you. “You woke up for a minute when Colin yelled at me from the bus door about where he should put our luggage. And then you fell right back asleep in my arms. It was kind of adorable.”

“You’re kind of adorable.” You whispered against Will’s chest, missing the way his checks flushed once more at the words you didn’t think he’d manage to hear. “Colin loaded our bags?”

Will, sensing the worry in your voice, immediately went to reassure you, his fingers scratching gently against your scalp. “Yeah, but don’t worry. I made him FaceTime me while he did it to make sure he did it right.”

“Good.” You laughed, tucking your head deeper into the crook of Will’s neck, the feeling of your smile pressed into his skin setting off butterflies in his stomach. “I don’t fancy Amy clothes being scattered across the M1.”

#beybaldes summer sleepover !! #will kitman x reader #will kitman oneshot #will kitman imagine #ted lasso x reader