#this should’ve stayed in the drafts im sorry

[greywobbles]

me when i’m wearing a binder: hi my name is grey haha how are you doing

me when i have my tits out: i see no hear no evil… black writings on the wall…

[urmomsfavelesbian]

[incloudcity]

could you write a fic with quinn where he's dating a reporter but they keep the relationship in secret specially because of her carrer but accidently in a post game interview he slips a "thanks princess" or any other cute thing, while they are on live, n that makes her blushes and suddenly the whole hockey world knows they are together

off the record | qh43

requests are open

a/n: guys i’m sooooo sick i think im dying so this is all you get for tonight. hopefully i can catch up on drafts and requests in a little bit once im better

You’d been covering the Canucks for just over a month when Quinn Hughes became your problem.

On camera, he was a dream for a reporter — short answers, eye contact, always polite. Off camera? A menace. Quiet, smirky, and way too comfortable leaning just a bit too close.

“Nice question,” he said under his breath one night, handing back your recorder. “You practice in the mirror, sweetheart?”

You arched a brow, lips twitching. “Do you actually answer the media’s questions, or do you just flirt with them until they leave you alone?”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Depends. Is it working?”

You walked away without replying.

He caught up with you later with a cup of coffee, one you hadn’t asked for, in his hand.

“Two sugars, no cream, right?” he asked.

You stared. “That better not be a guess.”

He just smiled, leaned against the hallway wall like he had nowhere else to be. “I’m observant.”

“Uh-huh. And completely unprofessional.”

He tilted his head. “So are you saying you want me to stop?”

You took the coffee. Didn’t say thank you. But you didn’t say no, either.

Over the next few weeks, the game continued. Quinn made it subtle — he never crossed the line where someone else might catch on. But you noticed. The playful jabs. The way he’d tap the table once for everyone, then twice more just for you. When you asked something tough in a presser, he’d sigh like you were personally attacking him — but always with a glint in his eye.

“You’re ruthless,” he said once after a particularly pointed question about power play production.

You smirked. “Maybe stop turning the puck over and I’ll go easier on you.”

“Ohhh,” he groaned, clutching his chest. “Brutal. And you still won’t go out with me?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re exhausting, Hughes.”

“You’ll miss me when I stop trying.”

“Looking forward to it.”

But you weren’t. Not really.

The night you finally caved, it wasn’t a grand moment. Just a quiet run-in after practice, late, both of you tired. He looked at you for a second too long. You looked back. No one else was around.

“You wanna grab something to eat?” he asked, softer this time. No smirk. No show.

You hesitated.

“Just dinner,” he added quickly. “No pressure.”

You should’ve said no. Should’ve reminded him that if anyone found out, you’d both get torn apart.

But you didn’t.

After that, everything changed — and nothing did. You kept it private. No one knew about the way he pressed kisses behind your ear when you were brushing your teeth. Or how he’d text you “media availability just got way more interesting” before games.

He never said anything on the record. Until he did.

It was a standard post-game scrum, packed with reporters. You were in your usual spot, notebook in hand, asking about third-period adjustments.

Quinn glanced at you, gave his usual answer — then added, too casually:

“We adjusted in the third, like you said, babe.”

Babe.

It was a split second. One syllable. But it echoed.

Your pen paused mid-sentence. The PR guy blinked like he’d misheard. A few reporters looked around.

You didn’t flinch. Your voice was even. “Noted. Thanks, Hughes.”

But inside, you were screaming.

Later that night, Quinn was pacing your apartment like he was being traded.

“I can’t believe I said that,” he muttered. “I’m so—so sorry. You’re gonna get in trouble. Shit, I didn’t even think. It just—slipped. Like an idiot.”

You sat on the edge of the couch, arms crossed, watching him spiral.

“I literally train my whole life to stay calm under pressure and I blew it with one word—”

“Quinn.”

He froze. His face glazed over with panic.

You stood, walked over, leaned against the counter, and gave him a slow once-over.

“I’m not mad.”

He blinked. “You’re… not?”

“No.” You cracked a grin. “But you should be. Twitter thinks you’re engaged now. You’re a whole meme.”

He groaned, dragging both hands down his face. “Oh my god.”

You pulled out your phone. “Someone edited your post-game quote over a Bridgerton clip.”

“I’m never showing my face again.”

“You’re adorable when you panic.”

He looked up at you, exasperated. “Why are you not freaking out?”

“Because if you think I didn’t screenshot the second it happened, you don’t know me at all.”

He groaned again — and this time you reached up, pulling him in by his hoodie.

“I’ll handle PR,” you said, brushing a kiss over his jaw. “But you’re doing media training again. Just in case.”

He smiled, finally, against your mouth. “Worth it.”

[hrtnovas]

Jean x gf drabbles, if you can......

she's such a knight in shining armour, It's not even funny of how I yearn for her to take my hand and kiss it 💔 lord💔 thank you for the opportunity to request 💔

(this has been growing dust in the drafts 💔💔 anon im so sorry)

have fun reading my silly thoughts

cw: jean x fem!reader, fluff, light possessiveness (?)

“You look tired.”

You barely get the words out before Jean’s arms are around you.

She doesn’t say anything, just pulls you into her, pressing her forehead to your shoulder like she’s finally exhaled for the first time today. Her uniform smells like sun-warmed leather and clean parchment.

Except with you.

With you, Jean lets the cracks show.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, voice low. “I should’ve come home sooner.”

You shake your head and hold her tighter. “It's fine- I just missed you..”

Jean leans back just enough to look you in the eye. Her hands stay curled around your waist, like she’s afraid you’ll be taken from her if she blinks too long.

“I missed you too,” she says, softer this time.

You laugh, and that seems to do something to her. Her gaze drops to your lips, then your hands. She takes one gently in hers, tilting it upward like it’s the most fragile thing she’s ever held.

“You shouldn’t let someone like me touch you like this. .” Jean whispers, brushing her lips over your knuckles. “You make me forget I have duty.”

“But.. I like it when you forget.” you whisper back.

Jean’s eyes soften. And she kisses your hand again.

oh jean how i love u

[00ops1e]

soap sits by the door all night, ear pressed to the wood. he listens for anything- making sure that ghost’s not being unsafe or maybe he’ll want to talk? but soap knows that’s wishful thinking at the moment. he knows how his boyfriend is.

“ ‘m right here for ya si…” he whispers through the door, picking the now dried blood off from under his nose. silence. if soap couldn’t hear the soft, sometimes ragged breathing coming from the bathroom, he’d think ghost climbed out the window.

soap stays there. he sleeps there. he doesn’t leave simon’s side- even though there’s a door between them. soap feels terrible. he should’ve given him space, he should’ve listened. thoughts swirl his head as his eyelids grow heavier.

ghost doesn’t sleep, how could he? his mind is stuck in what seems to be an endless loop of flashbacks of his father and hitting soap on repeat. he sees the shadow under the door and knows that it’s soap waiting there. in his mind, ghost begins to draft out his breakup with soap. it’s better this way after all. right?

ghost opens the bathroom door and watches as soap’s sleeping form begins to slide down the door frame. reluctantly, he gently slides his arms under soap’s frame, picking him up and placing him softly on the bed. their bed.

soap stirs, opening his eyes to see simon standing over him,

“h-hey,” he says, pushing himself up on his elbows, “do you wan-“

“i think we should break up,” ghost cuts him off, his voice cold, yet shaky.

soap feels the air leave his chest, a bewildered look on his face. he just stares at his boyfriend, mouth hanging open, no words.

“no.” soap says, matter of factly

“johnny pleas-“ ghost’s voice wavers.

“no! why would you even- no! why would we do that?” soap asks, getting slightly frustrated, “no, you don’t get to break up with me! not after that, no.”

ghost places a tentative hand on his shoulder, “johnny-“

“no, don’t you johnny me! why? why huh?” he says as he pushes ghosts hand off of him, feeling tears well up in his eyes. this just can’t be.

“i-i hurt you. i didn’t even- im just like my father. we shouldn’t be together.” he says, hanging his head.

soaps face drops, that’s what this is about? how couldn’t he have noticed? i mean, he had a feeling that’s what was going through ghosts head in the bathroom but soap never thought that this would be a reason to break up. he feels a single fat tear fall down his cheek.

“simon…” he whispers, reaching out to him.

to soaps surprise, ghost bridges the gap between them, sitting down on the bed next to him. soap gives him a look, as if asking for permission, ghost nods before pulling soap into his lap.

“it was an accident, ’s not your fault si..” soap whispers into the crook of the others neck, tracing circles into the built man’s back.

“doesn’t change anythin” simon sighs back.

soap pulls away slightly, looking into the man’s eyes, “it changes everything. look at me, i’m fine si. ‘m not mad, not upset, i-i just want to help you okay? i should’ve listened when you were upset and given you space. i should’ve- handled it better”

ghost squeezes johnny a little tighter hearing this, “not your fault, could never be johnny.”

soaps shoulders begin to rise and fall, he presses his face harder into ghosts shoulder. he’s, crying? ghost pulls him out of his neck and looks him in the eyes.

“i love you, i don’t want to break up!” he cries, effectively breaking ghosts heart. “y-you didn’t know what you were doing, that look you had, si you didn’t mean to! you’re not bad! i-i just want to be with you, help you!” johnny is on the verge of hysterics, he breathes in hard, steadying himself.

“you’re not scared?” ghost asks,

“how could i be?” soap answers, a loving look on his face.

and with that, ghost pulls them both down to lay on the bed, holding johnny close. the dread and guilt he had felt earlier have been subdued to a dull roar, allowing him to think a bit more clearly.

“i’m sorry,” he says quietly, stroking johnnys scalp lovingly.

“i know, don’t be.” soap says, settling further into his boyfriends grip.

“i-i didnt know it was you,” he says, barely above a whisper. hes embarrassed.

“i know, and we’re gonna work on it. ‘m always gonna be here for you, ya big lug. wether you like it or not.” johnny says softly, “i love you. i always will. no matter what.”

“i love you too,” ghost says, a sense of relief washing over him.

Tw: accidental hitting but I'll still say domestic abuse just to be safe. Ghost would never hit a romantic partner but I had this idea. (Also it's not at all romanticizing it)

Ghoap fanfic idea

Ghost having a panic attack like a really bad one. Soap trying to calm him down but it's not working. He's not listening when Ghost says between gasps of air to go away. Ghost isn't thinking straight. He's not processing that it's soap's hands on his wrists. He feels as if he's a child again. He feels the same terror he did as a kid. Just wishing his father would go away. Just wishing he'd stop hurting him. He just wants him to let go. In his panic to push his father away he hits him but it's not his father. It's Soap. Soap immediately grabs his nose letting out a grunt of pain. Ghost's eyes go wide as he See's blood drip from Soap's nose. "You got me good" Soap laughs, trying to lighten the mood. It doesn't help. Ghost feels a deep sense of terror. Ghost locked himself in the bathroom for that entire night. The terror of believing he is like his father consuming him. He was supposed to break the cycle. God, he wasn't even supposed to fall in love but of course as soon as he does this happens. Maybe he should just break up with soap. It would be safer for soap.

[lix-ables]

. . # give me attention ˚ ₊ ✧

🖇️ pairing — hentai artist jisung x f.reader

🖇️ mdni, 18 + content.

PART I. | masterlist

🖇️ word count. 1.9k

🖇️ smut includes — switch!jisung + switch!reader, use of mirror (again yes) degradation (reader gets called slut, desperate, pathetic, etc + ji gets called desperate etc), perv!ji, slight oral fixation, teasing, cum swallowing, grinding, mentions of edging, slight sexting, slight mastrubation, dirty talk, mentions of lingerie kink and gagging, etc.

note. sigh. it's finally here. it took me a while to draft all the somewhat plot (??) and the other things, but it's FINALLY HERE. this fic has become my baby, please be kind to it, and show it some love. id appreciate it so much ‹3 enjoy reading bbs.

© lix-ables. translating and/or reposting is not allowed.

jisung couldn’t stop thinking about last week.

in fact it hadn’t left his mind and he refused to let it leave. it was his drug. rather it was you - the way you look for him, the way you’d dress up for him, just like that day. the day that he wished would happen again. oh, how he’d do anything to replay that over and over again. he thought it was funny, amusing actually, how you were willing to help him out, be his inspiration for his work - without a question of course.

he found himself texting you, in between his work, just as he was leaving the studio. just as jisung locked the door, his fingers flew across the keyboard, sending you a message about the last thing he had in mind - you.

jisung: baby

you: hii ji

jisung: hey baby

you: what’s upp

jisung: so im omw home, wrapping things up in the studio and

you: oh you’ll be home early?

you: want me to cook you something?

jisung: are you goin to be wearing that cute lacy apron when i get home?

jisung: with nothing under?

jisung: just you, that apron and that sweet piece of ass?

you: jii~

jisung: sorry sorry

jisung: anyway, i was having some thoughts angel and

you: uh huh

jisung: what do you think about

jisung: me using those new lingerie set

jisung: or rather you using them

jisung: the next time i fuck you?

you: babeeee

you: can’t you just come home and tell me?

jisung: well, i could

jisung: but i think i wanna imagine how you’re blushing

jisung: thinking about me being inside you

jisung: want me to fuck you on the counter, hm?

you: just get home, mister.

that full stop. either you were mad at his sudden outburst, or you were just turned on, and jisung really hoped it was the second.

with his mind sketching an image of you just laying in your shared bed, sprawled - with your fingers in buried inside you, your whines filling the whole apartment - he was dizzy. but he didn’t think he would actually see it happen in person, in front of him. you let him believe you were mad at him, for texting you something as filthy as that. but you should’ve known, jisung was the type to say anything whenever he wanted, not caring if it affected you or not, especially when it came to things like this.

so when jisung climbed up the stairs to your apartment, opened the door, his ears and the whole place was filled with the sounds of pants coming from somewhere inside - most probably the bedroom. finding the door slightly ajar, he smirks at the sight of you in his shirt, the material barely covering your frame, as your legs spread wider as the second passes.

when he watched your fingers pump in and out of your cunt, he was tempted to stay quiet, waiting for you to realise someone was watching you, he was tempted to bring out his dick, and stroke himself. he’s not going to let you have all the fun, and all by yourself? according to him, that was unacceptable.

pushing the door slightly apart, enough so he could see you and the way you played with yourself when he wasn’t around, jisung bit his lip. as much as he loved seeing you getting off to god knows what, secretly though, he wished it was the text he sent you. and as much as he wanted to see how far you’d go to tease yourself, to curl your fingers inside, he had the urge to interrupt you. he wanted you for himself now.

“how about you leave some fun for me hm?” he speaks up, pushing the door wide open, as he watches you sit up, pulling his shirt to cover your body, smiling innocently at him. “thought you could have a single orgasm before i got home, huh?”

the way jisung said single, the tone in which he said that especially, made your body tingle. a shy nod makes him lean against the doorframe, with his arms crossed at his chest. “just one? what if i gave you a couple more? finish what you started, baby. need you wet enough for me, okay? i want you to make a mess, a big one.”

“but ji, that’s embarrassing -” you start to say, moving your fingers faster at the sight of jisung standing by the doorframe, the way he looked at you making you almost let out a moan. when jisung texted you saying he wanted to see your panties in your mouth, while he was inside you, you had to admit - it got you so wet, but also you started getting shy in front of him as you thought about it - you didn’t realise it would become reality. you knew you were the kind of couple that would talk about anything and everything, but this - this unlocked something in you that you didn’t think existed. until right now.

“then embarrass yourself for me, baby. that’s okay. after all, you did tell me you were going to help me with this strip of the piece i was working on right?” he whispers, mentioning the new hentai comic he was currently drafting, but left it just to see you getting wet all by yourself. “you’re my inspiration, aren’t you? god, i still have thoughts about those photos you sent me last week, so fucking pretty in that dress,” jisung groans, resting his head against the wall, his hand making its way to his now forming boner. “you know how much i’ve wanted to fuck you in that dress? and you didn’t buy it. maybe i should buy it for christmas, you can be my present and i can unwrap you, whaddya think? get a red satin ribbon, tie you up and tease you as well.”

“maybe i could tie you up instead,” you hum, sitting up from your current position to look at your boyfriend. “you’d look so pretty for me - your messed up hair covering your eyes, but i’d force you to look at me as i’m fucking myself on your pillow?” a hand reaches to cup your face, trailing it’s fingers down to where your pulse point was, and jisung’s face hovers over yours, pushing you back down on the bed. “didn’t i say it was my turn? you’re going to watch me come on my hand while touching yourself, and you’re going to keep your eyes on the mirror until i say so.”

the mirror. the reason jisung was so confident when he came to having you where he wanted you. the moment he knew you liked having him thrusting himself inside you, the moment you suggested to get a bigger mirror for his study room - he was gone for you.

“i would, but remember the time you almost came on my hand because you were so desperate for me to just get you off?” you raised an eyebrow at him, making him remove his hand from your face as he stared at you. “remember when i asked you to look at the mirror while i played with your pretty dick? remember when you begged me to stop teasing you and just let you come? or do you want me to remind you again?”

of course jisung remembered. the day you got back home after hanging out with your friends, the day he remembered sending you videos and audios of him teasing himself, the sounds of his fingers making fast and rapid movements around his shaft, could be heard in the background. the day you put him back in his place, but also the day you teased him, and edged him till he learnt his mistake. the day you played for what felt like hours with just his tip, teasing him till he lost it, and let out whimpers, with his back arched and fingers aching to be tangled in your hair.

“look at you begging for me to let you come,” you whispered, your fingers teasing just the tip of his cock, the sounds of his groans and a small whimper being the only thing heard in the room. “look at you being so desperate for me to just lick up all the mess you’re going to make on my face. you want that, don’t you?”

all jisung could do was nod, until a small slap to his thigh made his eyes fall on you, his lips now red from biting it so much to stop himself from moaning. instead of looking at your face, and the way his cock looked in your hand, his gaze turned to the way your tits were pressed up against his left thigh, the feeling of your skin against his making him even harder than earlier.

he squeezes his eyes shut, and you notice it, your thumb stopping any further movements of teasing or touching him. "you need to tell me what you want, baby. i can't help you otherwise," you whisper, your thumb going back to subtly teasing his tip, collecting what little precum formed.

"wanna touch y-you, please," he manages, the slight stuttering tone that jisung had making you chuckle. "touch me where hm? specify and i'll think about it okay?"

"need to suck on y-your tits, please. want them in my mouth," he groans, his hands moving to rest on his sides. "mhmm, no. you can look at them, but no touching. you can watch how much of a mess you'll be making on them okay?"

that was the day he decided he would tease you just the same, with just the same exact passion you had in your eyes when you didn’t let him come for the next hour or so.

“i do remember, but i also remember clearly how the very next day, you whined for me to let you suck on my cock because of how you needed it. remember how much you begged me to leave my sketches and asked me to play with you while you toyed with my cock? begged, no, pleaded like a pathetic little slut for me to come on your face so i could watch you lick every single drop clean, no? how you cried to just have me touch your pretty little cunt,” jisung’s voice drops low enough to get you wet again, and you press your thighs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“legs wide open baby, i want to see the mess you’ve made. i don’t think it’s wet enough for you to deserve my cock though,” he whispers, fingers trailing down to lift the shirt up, enough so he can see your legs spread slowly at his words.

“please -”

“please what darling? what do you want, hm? do you want me to touch you else where? do you want me to stop completely? you need to use your words, and let me know. i can’t read your mind now can i?” he mumbles, his fingers now curling around your knee, pushing it away a bit before moving low enough so he’s facing your wetness.

“kinda cute how you’ve been turned on since i told you about wanting you have your panties in your mouth while i fucked you. cute, but so so pathetic. but i like it, a bit too much, actually. now, i’m going to get you off on one condition,” he starts, watching you thrust your hips into the air, your toes curling into the sheets under you while your body ached for him to just touch you.

“you’re going to help me with this sketch as well, hm? i just need you to lay pretty in whatever i get you, with me occasionally giving you my cock, as reward of course, but you don’t get to touch anything. after all, you begged me to give you attention yesterday, i’m sure you can handle it hm?”

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[ilovedazaiosamu]

“You’ll never escape, dove.”

It was not a beautiful day today, you wondered when was it your turn to have one.

You weren’t allowed to get out of the house without your husband’s permission. He always kept you inside the house, but unless its been a week or so, or that you’ve been behaving well, he’ll take you out to a shopping spree. But what happened today? You tried to do another suicide attempt, again. Now what is your punishment? you weren’t allowed to get out of the house for 2 weeks. Well was that even a punishment anymore to you? You’re already used to it.

In other words, you don’t care. Your husband can lock you up, harm you, starve you, kill you, fuck you, or do anything to you, you won’t give one single fuck about what he’ll do to you.

You had enough of everything, but there was no use of escaping. So you just gave in, deciding to stay quiet and talk if necessary.

Your husband was not happy with that. He didn’t like that you had a neutral expression on your face, which was not showing any emotion at all.

He felt guilty… guilty for not trying to help you with whatever is going on with your head, for not helping you tend your wounds, not listening to you, committing adultery too.

Oh? did he forget? you had the ability to read minds. But now that you know that he’s sorry, you’ll make him suffer. ‘Was I not good enough? not that I care but I think if I was still the hopeless fool in love, I would’ve been upset.’ You thought to yourself.

When your husband went to sleep, you arose from your bed, planning to go to the basement. You knew your husband had weapons in there and you’ll take that opportunity to die.

Stepping into the basement, you saw the collection he had there. ‘I almost forgot that he was in an organization which includes killing people…’ You said, quietly. Walking towards the gun and loading it, putting it onto your head. You heard footsteps, you knew your plan is working. “Goodbye, Mein schatz” You pulled the trigger. He was confused… why? why did things have to end like this? Why did you have to die? he was trying to keep you safe, perhaps he should’ve done it in another way. “NO!” your husband said, with a broken voice, unable to know what to do.

•••••• im sorry this is an old goofy draft☹️

Mein schatz = My treasure

[foreverisafeeling]

i mean it is arguably the most hopeful song off little oblivions, especially the sentiment of acceptance and being able to move on from your past (beliefs, behaviours etc), and chronologically speaking it seems like one of the most recently written songs (along with maybe ziptie?). and while i do think that some lines definitely are romantic, particularly “(HONEY!!) you’re the only thing i’ll wait around for” it is also like, really heart shattering at times? which i managed to forget.

anyways relative fiction is my all time fav song and i have can’t stop thinking about it.

i fear i may have gaslit myself into perceiving relative fiction as a love song.

[sunarinluvr]

|| haikyuu boys finding you asleep on the couch after an argument ||

includes: kuroo tetsurou, miya osamu, & oikawa tooru

a/n- hello! sorry for posting so late, but this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i was actually in the mood to finish it so i hope yall enjoy! oh and im not really sure about how i feel about it,,, might take it down later we shall see.

warnings: none ( lmk if there’s anything! )

KUROO -

last night you saw a post kuroo’s “work wife” had made on instagram with her kissing him on the cheek, and it didn’t make you feel the best, so you decided to bring it up to him the next morning. and you did, just as he was getting ready for work you talked to him about it.

you were standing in front of him filled with anger arguing about how it made you uncomfortable, “can you please listen?! i dont feel comfortable with your “work wife” kissing you?” you yelled. “Y/N it was on the cheek its not a big deal!” and to be honest you just wanted to cry. 

finally, he walked past you and opened the door. “i don’t have time for this y/n, stop being so insecure! at least she wouldn’t argue over something so small!” and with that, he slammed the door and you stood there stunned. kuroo knew that he shouldn’t have said that, instant regret and guilt filled his gut.

 but he already said it, he can’t do anything about it now. with a frustrated sigh, he went to work. hoping to fix everything when he gets home. you stood there speechless, as you realized you still had work so slowly you made your way to the bathroom. 

after getting ready and grabbing a quick snack you were out the door with a heavy chest. once you get home, tired and feeling worse than before. you trudged to the couch and plopped down letting out a shaky sigh remembering the argument and the words he said repeating in your head. 

you broke down crying, and before you knew it, the exhaustion from today took over and you were sound asleep on the couch. kuroo got home an hour later, he felt guilty and was already practicing how he’d apologize to you as he walked in.“y/n? kitten?” no answer. 

he called out again, and was met with silence, he made his way over to the living room where he found you sleeping on the couch. gently walking towards you he knelt down, and saw your tear-stained face which made his heart sink. “i fucked up” he said to himself.

giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead he softly apologized and carried you to the bedroom. you ended up waking up when you felt his body weight dent the bed. “tetsu?” you said softly squinting at him. relief rushes through his body at the sound of his nickname. looking at you with guilt in his eyes

“im so sorry kitten, i shouldn’t have said that. i didn’t mean to hurt you” he said gently. at that tears started flowing again and he was quick to hug you and wipe your tears with his other hand. “it’s ok, i shouldn’t have been so insecure anyways” 

he shook his head with a frown “no it’s not your fault ok? i didn’t mean anything i said. i love you so so much and i’m so lucky that you’re mine” you look up at him and gave him a small smile “okay” before cuddling closer to him. giving you a soft kiss on the lips he hugged you tighter as you both fell asleep.

OSAMU -

osamu was just having a horrible day, his head was pounding and the customers he had to deal with today were just plain rude. then he had to do most of the work since one of his employees called in sick, and for some reason, everything just annoyed him.

you on the other hand did not know about his day at all and thought it would be nice of you to make a surprise visit. walking in with a huge smile on your face stopping midway when you realize he wasn’t at the counter. “where’s samu?” you asked sweetly to the employee

“he’s in the back, i think he has a headache,” she says giving you a small smile. you can tell something was off by the way she spoke but decided to just brush it off and make your way to the back. “hi samu! surprise!” you exclaimed cheerfully as you make your way towards him

he just kind of looks at you, which you thought was weird, but you decided to hug him anyways. when he doesn’t hug you back and groan, you pull away and look at him “baby i heard you had a headache. i didn’t bring any medicine, but we could eat first and i-” 

you couldn’t even finish your sentence since osamu just stood up. he was infuriated and had no clue why, usually loved listening to you but today he was just annoyed. “look y/n a don’t mean ta be rude, but a don't have the energy for this right now. please just go home.” he said coldly staring right at you.

“excuse me? i came here to surprise you and this is what i get??” you said in shock, voice a little louder this time. rolling his eyes “Oh wow am so surprised! now will ya please go home? a don’t wanna argue right now!” he yelled. with tears forming in your eyes you quickly wiped them and left. osamu knew he shouldn’t have said all that, but he was too mad to run after you in front of all the customers. 

you rushed home and sluggishly made your way to your room to change into something comfier, making your way to the couch, curling up into a ball allowing your tears to fall, and somehow falling asleep, after getting tired of crying. he gets home a few hours later, guilt building up in his stomach as he mentally slaps himself for the things he said. 

walking into the living room he opened the lights and you were the first thing he noticed. seeing you curled up into a ball on the couch made his heart drop to his stomach. you on the other hand woke up because of the sudden change of lighting. 

gradually adjusting your sight you see him and switch your gaze onto the floor when you saw him look at you too. seeing your puffy eyes he walks towards you slowly and sits beside you giving you enough space. “am sorry, a shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on ya.”

you look at him with watery eyes and his heart sinks “yea i was just trying to be nice, sorry i didn’t warn you before coming” he opened his arms and you instinctively scooted closer to him, he sighs “no a love it when you surprise me a was jus having a bad day a love ya so much ok?” finally hugging him “okay i love you too” giving you a quick kiss he offered to make you food and of course you said yes.

OIKAWA -

you love oikawa, and you’re very supportive and understanding especially when it comes to his career. but he has an awful habit of overworking himself and as much as you love him you can't bear the fact that you couldn’t even see him anymore.

he goes home late at night -as in you’re already sound asleep late- and when you do stay up to see him, he’s too tired to even keep a conversation. then the next morning he’s gone before you could even wake up. you’ve spoken to him about this many times, but alas nothing changed.

you woke up to an empty bed as usual, but today was different though, you’ve planned a dinner for about 2 weeks now. you were very excited because it’s been so long since you both spent some quality time together and he promised to come home early. 

getting up you send him a little text reminding him of your dinner tonight, with a smile you head on over to the bathroom to get ready for work. once work was over you made a quick visit to the grocery store to buy the ingredients you’ll need to make tonight’s dinner. 

quietly humming to yourself while going through each aisle, and double-checking your list to make sure you’re not missing anything while checking your phone here and there. oikawa still hasn’t replied “he must be busy,” you say to yourself as you send him another text about the dinner just in case. after about 30 minutes you get home rushing since it was already late, and immediately getting started on dinner. 

once you're done you sat down and waited, and waited, and waited. it's been 4 hours. dinners cold and still no sign of your boyfriend. you decided to call him pissed off that he couldn’t even show up to one dinner, “hello? y/n i can't talk right now i still need to practice” 

he said as soon as he picked up. “tooru? did you get my texts? what about dinner, we’ve made plans for this 2 weeks prior! i even-” you were cut off “look just eat without me ok? we can eat again somet-” now it was your turn to cut him off. 

“oikawa tooru, you leave the house while i’m asleep and come back when i'm asleep. i just wanted to spend time with you..whatever good luck at practice,” you replied as you hang up. his heart sank when he heard the crack in your voice rushing to his car on his way home to you because he knows he fucked up. 

buying your favorite flowers for you on the way home cursing himself and the world for making it traffic at that exact moment. when he got home the first thing he saw was the food and you fast asleep on the couch. he felt a pang of guilt about being late. 

“y/n chan?” he said while gently waking you up. you stare at him with red puffy eyes and he hugged you giving you the flowers “im sorry baby, i should’ve prioritized you and our dinner. i promise ill do better” you saw how genuine he was being so you accepted the flowers and hugged him tighter as he offered to reheat the food you made.

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[shotorozu]

hellolololo!¡! so i recently saw this video where their

s/o goes on to omegle and the other person from omegle like goes “hi ur cute” or “u have snap?” and then their boyfriend just enters the frame,, can u do that to todobakudeku separately :3

if u dont understand u can check this out 😭 https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJdEqc7V/ tyy ❤️❤️

“ur kinda cute” on omegle

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (bnha)

part two — part three

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack — ‘x reader’

note(s) : i love these types of requests 🤩 so i plan on making 3 parts with this (oh and don’t worry, i’ll finish the other tiktok prank series i have going on at the moment)

also, there’s no proofread on this so if there’s any typos or mistakes, sorry! i’ll be editing them in the morning

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todoroki shouto

okay so, the entire tiktok idea was planned— but the part where shouto came in surely wasn’t staged

so, being a curious young person— you wanted to make a tiktok, where you went on omegle just to speak to people for fun

and inside of your head, you’re kinda thinking that “this is dumb, omg im going to get flashed on there.” also while you were setting up your laptop

but you just used the appropriate tags and !! you were set off for an adventure

you set your phone aside, and you filmed most of the experience— cutting out the not so interesting encounters out of your tiktok

and then came on a dude, who had a,, unique reaction. he didn’t seem all that fishy— until he asked you for your snap (your social medias, essentially)

“you’re kinda cute, y’know. how did i not see you before?”

you shake your head, “oh no no! i appreciate your compliment, but i’m very much taken!” your mind immediately flashing back to the image of your icyhot boyfriend

“nahh you’re lying! i don’t see any dude back there”

oh,, and that was because shouto was out getting snacks 🧎 “no really dude, i appreciate it! i’m very much taken and being disloyal is out of the question!”

this dude just kept insisting and insisting, and due to the struggle— you weren’t able to hear the door knob jiggle

it seemed to be that his advances came to an end, and your lover made an entrance— a mop of red and white peaked out from the door frame

and the dude literally got scared and ended the conversation 💀 because you really weren’t lying!

you also figured that it was time to end your omegle shenanigans, and finish the tiktok— because your boyfriend was already there “hi love, who were you talking to?”

you closed your laptop, and offered him a smile “i was on omegle for a tiktok! i’m glad you’re back.” you discard your phone, wrapping your arms around his torso (and also making sure you don’t delete the draft)

shouto doesn’t say a lot, but he immediately accepts your touch, setting the groceries aside.

he doesn’t question the fact that you were on omegle because well,, he had to get used to your shenanigans on tiktok SOMEHOW

a few hours later, you posted the tiktok— and almost immediately, the tiktok gains a lot of attention

“i love how your boyfriend drove the last dude away 💀💀” “man the last dude didn’t take the hint 🗿” “your boyfriend indirectly protected you! we need more guys like him.”

you snicker at the comments, which ultimately gathered shouto’s attention “what’s up, love?”

you show him the tiktok, “the tiktok did well.” he’ll comment calmly, but shouto’s lowkey MAD ?? that a dude had the audacity. but he’s just glad that you’re happy just maybe,, don’t go on omegle anymore 💀

“love— next time, let me in on your tiktoks.” he says, running a thumb along your cheek lightly. because he was actually quite entertained, putting everything aside

bakugou katsuki

as if bakugou katsuki would let you go on OMEGLE, a place that’s known for having the sketchiest people to ever exist— but make it virtual

but being with you made him realize that well,, if you want to do something, you’ll go through lengths just to do it.

even the great bakugou katsuki can’t really stop you. whatever makes you happy— but oh, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t highly discourage it

which lead you to go on omegle for a tiktok in the other room, while bakugou exercised in the very next room.

when you told him that you wanted to film a tiktok, bakugou only shrugged— “don’t do overly dumb shit.” was what he only told you and he left the door open too

you then set up your phone and laptop, applied the appropriate tags— and went off to make your tiktok

you only filmed the interesting encounters, and the people you met on there were very diverse in personality and just,, in general.

after the 4th encounter, then came a rather interesting dude. he didn’t seem all that ordinary but he wasn’t spectacular. he was just nice

and the conversation was rather normal— until he started asking for your socials “putting everything aside, do you have social media? you’re really cute.”

you reject immediately, “oh no, i appreciate your words but— i already have a boyfriend.”

you just have to hope that he noticed bakugou walking back and forth with equipment, but with his next words— that doesn’t seem to be the case

“i didn’t see anyone back there, a simple no would’ve been sufficient instead.” uh oh

“no really, i—” and before things escalated, katsuki’s head peaked through the door frame, freshly out of the shower “are you almost done, idiot?”

the dude literally looked behind you, and thought “oh shit, their boyfriend is bakugou fucking katsuki.” because bakugou is famous for,, multiple different reasons

the dude’s camera shakes in terror, “oh uhm,, it was nice meeting you!” not long before he dips from of the conversation, never to be seen again.

closing your laptop— you end the tiktok while bursting into laughter, and this action just confused katsuki ever further. he heard you speaking to someone, and when he looked, the person was nowhere to be seen

“what are you laughing at??”

“nothing katsuki, i was laughing at the tiktok i just made.”

then— you figured that it would be best to tell katsuki now that you were on omegle (long story short, he wasn’t pleased)

he scolded you that you shouldn’t be on omegle, but let’s be honest, he couldn’t stay mad at you— so he just cuddles the frustration away

when you upload the tiktok the following hours, it blows up pretty quickly—with comments like “LOL IS THAT BAKUGOU KATSUKI??” “he had guts until he saw bakugou katsuki 💀” “tbh i’d be scared too”

and when you report the news the katsuki, he smirks— “as he should be.”

midoriya izuku

at this point, izuku is very much used to your shenanigans on tiktok. he’s very supportive of whatever you do all in all

but, about omegle,,, yeah,, as much as he trusts you— he does not trust omegle. he’s aware that it’s a shady place, and he doesn’t advise that you do go on that website bc he cares

so when you brought up the tiktok idea, he proposed that he’d be there, right beside you just to monitor if anyone’s being weird :)

and that’s great! because you also wanted to ask if he wanted to be a reoccuring guest in your tiktok— and of course, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he opposed?

he helps you set up your laptop and phone— all of that sort of stuff, and then you guys were off to make an interesting tiktok

oh, but izuku did apply the appropriate tags because he didn’t want you to see odd things he was secretly nervous but,, you were very ethusiastic, so he was too.

the first several people were interesting in their own way— especially with their reactions to your boyfriend appearing on screen

usually, they’d back off with, and comment on how cute your boyfriend is— wishing the both of you well before calmly leaving to meet new people,

that was how it was, until you met this person in particular.

he sounded very,, egotistical— i wouldn’t say that because you’ve just met the dude, but he acted like everyone wanted him or it sounded like that

then he says, “you definitely have a phone number, right? you’re cute, just my type.” wkdksmd this is awkward since izuku’s right beside you, but he’s just outside of the frame

then, izuku pops out of the frame— in all his cute ass glory, he gives a small wave to the not so pleased stranger

“please, that’s your boyfriend?” he scoffs, “with those arms, he looks like he could be your little brother! now let me ask again—”

it’s really weird?? because have you seen izuku’s gainz?? and this dude’s audacity is extraordinary.

but little did this guy know, he’s looking at midoriya izuku— and,, you’ve seen his performance in the sports festival.

the dude takes another glance at your boyfriend, who’s sitting there right beside you— and he realizes who he was talking to

“oh shit, you’re—” and before the both of you could realize it, he nopes out of the conversation.

after that encounter, you burst into a fit of laughter— the look on izuku’s face being priceless. “you should’ve seen your reaction!”

“haha, i guess he knew who i was,” he says bashfully, cheeks warming up. because it registered in his mind that people actually knew who he was. “can you,, upload the tiktok later? i want to hug you— i mean! if that’s fine.”

of course it’s fine! you oblige, and give him all the hugs he could ever need

after cuddling with izuku, you do upload the tiktok— and an hour later, your tiktok notifications blow up

the tiktok all in all gathered 1M views, 780K likes, and over 1,500 comments— most of them saying stuff like

“your boyfriend’s reaction was so cute?? i know he looked like he was going to punch him through the screen but 👀” “last dude was just not it.” “LMAO HE REALLY TRIED IT” “is your boyfriend IZUKU MIDORIYA??”

when you excitingly showed him the tiktok’s results, he was certainly pleased— because most of the comments were positive, and also because the tiktok’s results made you happy

“i’m glad that it did well!” he’ll sigh in relief, pressing a kiss against your temple, let’s just not go on there ever again

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[ghostbustermelanieking]

jonmartin for 13? :)

i have absolutely no restraint and cannot write anything short im so sorry. this is a mag 102 au where martin finds out jon was kidnapped sooner. warning for discussion of this kidnapping as depicted in the episode, and the aftermath of recovering from this. also here on ao3.

13. things you said at the kitchen table

In the end, it's Melanie who tells Martin Jon's been kidnapped. Catches him in the break room, irritated and banging around the mugs, and she drops it into a sentence like it's something casual to be communicated. Oh yeah, Jon's back. Guess he's been kidnapped or something, and something sharp presses into Martin's chest, something like urgency. He's pushed his way out of his chair and halfway towards the door in a blind sort of franticness before Melanie catches him by the arm. "He's fine, you know," she says. "He looks… I mean, he doesn't look good, but he…"

"A month, " says Martin, feeling sick. "A month, he's been gone, and we… we didn't…"

"We didn't know, " Melanie says annoyedly, but there's a tiny pinprick of guilt in her voice, too. "He… he wasn't here before. You know that."

Right, Martin thinks, because you're probably the person he talked to most before he disappeared, and then he immediately feels guilty. Jon's been kidnapped, and he's… he's just… "Where is he?" he says, softer this time. (The bite's still in his voice, a little bit. He isn't sure who to be furious at, but it's hard not to be under the circumstances.) "Has… has he left?"

"Uh… no, I don't think so," says Melanie. "He… he said he was going to go lie down."

Martin knows, immediately, where he is, and he tries not to wince at it; he remembers sleeping there every night, scared out of his mind on that little cot, he doesn't know how Jon stands it. "I'm going to go check on him," he says. "I… he shouldn't… I'm going to go check."

Melanie lets go of his arm. "I think Elias knew," she says darkly. "Jon said it and he didn't even bat an eye. He knew, and he didn't tell us."

Something twists in Martin, something that he pushes aside—doesn't matter, not yet, all that matters right now is making sure Jon is all right. He nods a little, at Melanie, and then he pushes out of the break room and down towards the office. Tim is out for the day (not surprising), and Basira is reading at her desk; she doesn't look up when Martin comes through. Martin goes to the storage room where the cot is, where he knows it still is, and raps his knuckles quietly on the door frame before opening the door. 

Jon jumps, when Martin enters, in a way that instantly makes Martin shrink back with guilt. He's huddled on the cot, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and he looks awful. Thinner, hair shaggier than when Martin saw him last. He looks exhausted, leaning towards the wall like he needs it to hold him up, and his arms are wrapped around himself in a protective sort of way. "... Martin?" he says, voice thin, and Martin honestly can't tell if he's happy to see him or not. 

"... Hi," Martin says, honestly not sure what to say. (What do you say in a situation like this?)  He chews at his lower lip, reaching for what to say— Are you all right doesn't seem appropriate, when Jon is so clearly not, but it's what he comes up with, his voice shaking a little when he asks it. 

Jon laughs, bitter, and uncoils his arms from around himself, relaxing a little. "Honestly? Honestly, not really, Martin. I… it's been…" He lifts a hand to press against his forehead; his sleeves fall down and Martin winces, immediately, at the red marks on his wrist, where he must've been restrained. "It's… it's, uh, really good to see you, Martin," he adds, softly. 

Martin presses a hand to his mouth, just for a minute; he's torn, he doesn't want Jon to see him upset, not when he's… "Melanie… told me," he tries. "What you… and I didn't… Jon, I'm so sorry. We had no idea, I… I swear, if we'd known, we would've…" 

Jon sits up a little straighter, something flashing in his eyes. "Hey… hey, no, Martin, it's… i-it wasn't your fault, it's all right, it's… t-there was no way to find me, and I hadn't really been… around before then, and it…" He breaks off his words, clutching a little harder at the blanket. "... Elias didn't deem it worth telling anyone," he adds, with a wry laugh. 

Martin takes a few steps closer, trying his damndest not to fall apart (at the fact that Jon looks like this, that Jon's been gone a month, that Jon is somehow trying to comfort him when he's…). "You aren't… d-did they hurt you?" he asks, uncertain who they even are. 

Jon flinches a little, looks down at his feet. "No, n-not… not really. I… not, um…" He laughs a little again, a hollow sound. "I'm just so tired. "

Martin stops, a few feet away; he thinks about touching Jon, some sign of comfort, a hand on his shoulder or—but no, that wouldn't be—he can't do that, not when Jon's just been kidnapped, it's probably the last thing he wants, to be abruptly touched. He does what he can do, instead; he says, "Jon, d-do you have anywhere… er, there's a… there's a reason you're staying here, isn't there? Wh-what about your friend you were staying with, could you go back there?"

Jon immediately, vehemently shakes his head. "I-I can't go back. Not if, n-not after… th-they came there before, they found me there, and if I go back… I-I told Georgie I'd leave. I can't bring her into this. I can't. If they came back…" 

"Okay," says Martin. "Okay, that's…" He crouches a little, feeling awkward as he does it, but he can't shake this feeling of—of looming over Jon. "Y-you can't stay here, Jon. This cot is horrible, i-it's… it's not a place for recovery, it's…"

"I'm going to find a place," Jon says softly. "I just… I need to sleep. First." 

"You shouldn't stay here, though," says Martin, "not after… you need a bed, a real bed, Jon. I…" He stops, halfway considers for a second. Starts again, because what else is he going to do? "C-come stay with me."

Jon looks up, shocked, but he doesn't immediately protest, so Martin continues: "Sleep on a real bed, recover, j-just until you're… I mean, my bed isn't great, but it's better than a cot, especially after…" He stops. He doesn't know what to say. "Just… you deserve something better than that, right now," he tries. 

Jon shakes his head, just a little. "Martin, I can't. I… i-if they came for me again, then you would…"

"I don't care," Martin says, firmer this time. (If Jon doesn't want to come back with him, fine, but he won't let that be the reason.)

"Martin, i-if anything were to happen, i-if you got caught in the crosshairs, I'd…"

"Really, Jon, I don't care. I'm not going to let them take you again, so you can put that thought out of your mind." Martin adjusts his position—it's uncomfortable, squatting like this, but making sure Jon feels safe is more important. (If it's even helping at all.) "You said you didn't want to put your friend in danger because she's out of this, right? Well—I'm in this. Pretty far into it, at this point, there's no getting out of it. So it doesn't matter. Okay?"

Jon worries at the edge of the blanket with his overlong nails. "... I… wouldn't want to impose…"

"You're not, Jon. I'm offering." Jon's still quiet. Martin shifts back into a standing position, because it really is uncomfortable, going slow; he adds, "It's the least I can do. Please."

Jon's hands are shaking. Martin can see it, now, and it's hard to watch; he's pushed a lot of fury back, just watching Jon now, still without any idea what's happened. "A—all right," Jon says quietly, finally, and his voice is thick, like he might cry. "Okay. Thank you. Thank you, Martin." And Martin feels a flood of relief at this, that Jon might be, at least, somewhat safe in his flat. 

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They take a cab home. The Tube seems like it would be a lot. Jon really is exhausted, huddled up in an old coat despite the warm weather, leaning against the window in the back of the car. Martin shows him the bath and the bedroom, when they get home, says, "Let me know if you need anything," and leaves him alone. It feels like the right thing to do.

Martin stays in the living room. The anger begins to rise to the surface, then, coming out in bursts of nervous pacing and muttering (quietly, of course; he's had lots of practice with that, with Mum). He's furious at whoever took Jon (he isn't sure who, but he has a sneaking suspicion it's connected to the Unknowing), more furious at Elias for not telling them. He's going to say something this time, he thinks—march up there and give Elias a piece of his mind, or, or draft a furious email—and Martin has to stop there because it's all starting to sound ridiculous. He's going to say something now? He didn't say something when they found out Sasha died, when Elias told them that they were all trapped, but he's going to say something now? It sounds ridiculous, it does, and what would saying something do? Jon's back now, more or less safe, and there's nothing he can do now—no charging, triumphant rescues, nothing like that, all he can do is offer Jon his bathroom, somewhere safe to sleep. Shouting at Elias won't do a thing. 

(Martin wants to do something. He should've said something for Sasha, and he thinks he'll regret that forever, but if he couldn't then… well, he wants to have the courage to say something for Jon. But he doesn't. For some horrible reason, he can't.)

Jon sleeps for over fifteen hours, all afternoon and into the night. Martin sleeps on the couch. (He goes into the room to get the extra blanket and a change of clothes, and for a moment, he worries he'll wake Jon, but he must be quiet enough. Jon doesn't wake; he makes a strained sound in his sleep and turns over, curling in protectively on himself, but he doesn't wake up. Martin wants to go over there, kneel by the bed and hold Jon's hand, climb into bed and hold Jon and make sure he isn't hurt again. He doesn't. He doesn't have that with Jon, and now isn't the time, he can't scare Jon, make him uncomfortable, he has to leave Jon alone.) Jon's still asleep when Martin wakes hours later, tangled in his blanket on the couch, restless and on alert. He stares at the front door, tensing like he expects someone to come in (someone coming back for Jon), but nothing does. The apartment stays quiet. 

Martin gets up to make tea. It's still early, still dark outside, but he can't go back to sleep, he can't relax. He puts on the kettle and sits at the table, opens a packet of biscuits to munch on absently. Something to do. Something to do besides sit and think. 

The door creaks, abruptly, and Martin's head shoots up to see Jon, leaving the bedroom, looking dwarfed in one of Martin's rumpled jumpers. He looks at Martin with a tired sort of tentativeness and says, "Hi," softly.

"Hi, Jon," says Martin, his own voice too soft. "How… how did you sleep?"

Jon rubs at his throat, an absent sort of motion, and pads across the floor to the table. "I… well, actually. Very well. Best… best sleep I've had in a month." 

Martin's heart breaks a little, and he pretends it doesn't. Jon motions to the empty chair beside him and says,  "Do you mind if I…"

"No, no, of course not," says Martin quickly. "... D'you want some tea?"

A funny look passes over Jon's face as he sits and he says, "Yes. Yes, I… tea sounds amazing, Martin."

Martin gets up to get out another mug, to get out the milk and sugar. "I can make you something to eat, too," he says, and immediately feels horrible for not suggesting it earlier. (He doesn't want to speculate about when Jon's last eaten.) " Christ, why didn't I… I'm so sorry, Jon, you must be starving. I should've…"

"Don't, Martin, it's… I-I'm fine," says Jon. "Honestly, I… I-I can eat in a little bit, I'm not really hungry."

Martin bites his lower lip too hard and grimaces at the sudden burst of pain. "Okay," he murmurs. "Just… let me know when you're ready."

"I will," says Jon. 

There's silence for a few moments aside from Martin puttering around the tiny kitchen. It feels strangely domestic in a way that Martin isn't used to; he hasn't lived with anyone since Mum. He and Jon have shared meals before—they did it often, before Jon went on the run because they'd thought he was a murderer—and Martin's made him tea a dozen times, but it's never like… this. Quiet and natural, like they've done it a dozen times. Jon's staring down at the table, tracing a pattern cut into the top with an absent finger; he's shivering, in his chair, and Martin makes a mental note to turn on the heat. And then the kettle goes off, a sharp sound in the silent room, and Jon's jumping, jolting nearly out of his chair with huge, panicked eyes. 

"Sorry, sorry!" Martin says in a rush, reaching to yank the kettle off the eye. "Sorry—I-I forgot it was there."

"I-i-it's all right," Jon says. He's tensed against the table, his palms pressed to the top, like he's waiting for a bomb to go off, but he looks at Martin and he says, "Just a… little on edge, b-but really, it's fine."

Martin's chest aches as he fixes the tea. All of him aches, a guilt he can't really put his finger on—he didn't notice Jon was gone, he couldn't go after him, and now he can't even get to the kettle quick enough to keep from scaring Jon out of his wits. He doesn't say anything, though, besides another murmured, "Sorry," as he passes Jon the mug, and sits back down beside him. 

Jon holds onto the mug with both hands, like he expects to be pulled away, inhales a bit before taking a drink. "I've… missed your tea, Martin," he says quietly, stiltedly, like it's difficult to say. "All this time." 

Martin blinks in genuine surprise at that—all this time, and he's wondered before if Jon was just tolerating the daily cups. "You're joking," he says with disbelief. 

"I'm not," says Jon—and it's stunningly familiar, that tone of voice. He smiles a little down into the mug. "Haven't had a decent cup since February—Georgie's a coffee drinker."

"The audacity, " Martin snorts, theatrically, some small attempt to keep Jon smiling like that. 

"Yes, well—that's what I told her," says Jon, still with that halfway smile. He looks up at Martin abruptly, and something shifts on his face, almost—almost guilt of his own, which makes no sense. He says, "Martin, I've… I've taken your bed, haven't I? You… you should've said something."

"No, I shouldn't have, and I won't," says Martin firmly. "I didn't bring you here to sleep on the couch, Jon, for god's sake. The bed is yours."

"Sleeping on a couch won't kill me, Martin—"

"And it won't kill me either. You're not talking me out of this, Jon."

"A couch would be an improvement over that cot— anything would be. I shouldn't have…" That same look passes over Jon's face: that something resembling guilt. "I should never have made you stay there," he nearly whispers. "For months on that cot, after what you'd…"

"Jon, don't," Martin says, and he reaches out suddenly, to cover Jon's hand where it lays on the table. Jon looks up at that, as if he's startled, and Martin yanks his hand back, but he doesn't bring it too far; he leaves it there, hovering just above Jon's. " Don't ," he says. "I-it was a long time ago, and it was… I didn't mind staying there, I wasn't… you gave me a way out, and I-I appreciated that. I still do, Jon. So don't, please. Don't beat yourself up over that."

"I should've offered you better," says Jon, something like disgust in his tone. "I should've… there are so many things I should've done better."

Well—he isn't wrong, Martin thinks, but—but there's a dozen things they both should've done better, and now isn't the time to discuss them all, so Martin just says, "Don't," again. "Please. You don't have to… it's okay. It is. " And after a moment, Jon nods. He hasn't moved his hand away, but Martin feels odd, leaving his hovering there, so he just pulls it back.

They drink tea in silence for a few minutes. It's a pleasant silence, one that, under different circumstances, Martin might allow himself to hope for every day. It's several long moments before Jon speaks again, his voice rasping and small—he says, "It was the Circus. That took me. T-the one we've been looking for, planning the ritual. They'd… they planned it, they were watching me and they came."

Martin tries not to flinch, tries to ignore what feels like his insides grinding themselves together. Jon keeps talking after a moment; he says, "They… they wanted my skin. For the ritual. They… kept me for that, so they could… skin me. They were waiting for that."

Martin can't stop the words this time, when they push their way out; he says, "Oh, Christ, " like air being pushed out of him, like a sucker punch. He says, "Jon…" and his voice breaks, too, and something inside of him rips when Jon looks back at him, when he looks as if he might cry. 

"Um, Martin," he says, and he inclines his head tentatively towards Martin. "Do you mind… um, if I…"

His arms go out to the side a bit, and it's then that Martin realizes what Jon's asking for. He nods, immediately, and opens his arms, and Jon leans forward and into him so quickly that Martin wonders if he was waiting. 

Martin folds his arms around Jon gently, tentatively (one hand cupping the back of his head); he wants to cling, wants to hold Jon tight enough that nothing else would be able to take him, but he's afraid to hold on too tight. Jon, though, clings hard, his grip tight, his fingers digging desperately into the back of Martin's shirt. So Martin tightens his grip, and leans his head against Jon's, and lets Jon expel shaky breaths into his shoulder. He rubs tiny circles into Jon's back, murmurs, It's okay, it's okay now, and desperately wills it to be true. 

Minutes or hours later—it is impossible to be sure—Jon whispers, "Thank you," into Martin's shirt. He whispers it with a sort of finalty, but he makes no move to pull back. So Martin keeps holding him. 

"Jon… I'm so sorry," he says softly. "I'm so sorry. I… i-if I'd known. I swear, I would've come for you if I'd known." 

Jon takes another shuddering breath and looks up at him. His eyes are wet. There's something in his expression Martin can't quite place… reassurance, maybe. Or trust. "I know," he says. "Martin, I-I know you would've. I know." 

They sit there for a while longer, just like that, holding onto each other at Martin's kitchen table. 

[miserye]

Well actually, our last DM is HHAHA thanks 😐👍

looking at my dms and like 97% of them all end with me saying ‘HAHA’ and i think ive lost originality

[skoulsons]

hi. So I have nearly 90 drafts that have piled up over the course of about 3 or 4 months, so I guess I’ll start posting them now 😭 I haven’t really read over this or checked it and I think I wrote it at 4am, so I’m sorry if it loses any coherency

(Headcanon?? or im just down bad) but like, joel’s “if somehow the Lord gave me a second chance at that moment, I would do it all over again” being the way he tells ellie he loves her is so incredibly profound to me. Love (WE’RE TALKING PLATONIC) isn’t a feeling. People act like it is, which is why so many people fall out of it. Love is commitment, serving, and choosing them every single day. It’s in your actions. Their entire story shows this. Even in the little things, like joel teaching her how to play guitar. But even in the greater things. Ellie keeping him alive all throughout winter. Sure, she needed him to get to the fireflies, but I think winter goes deeper than that. This is post-ranch argument. The ranch argument (and joel taking her back while they’re sitting above Jackson) and joel finding her with David are *their* moments. The moments when we see, okay, they are stuck together now. Even once they reach the fireflies, that’s not the end like we thought it would be a few hours ago. They’re going to stay together. Joel saying “I’m never gonna leave you again” to her in that silent moment immediately after he finds her after David is such a….I can’t think of the word oh my sjdhdjd but like their relationship is kind of solidified(?). Like their solidifying moment of “we’re with each other now”. And I think winter shows Ellie’s deep, profound love for Joel. Giving him literally all the warmth and as much as comfort as they could have (yes he was dying obviously just shhhh), probably nearly starving herself to make sure he got the majority of food and water she was able to get. She did that for weeks while he was knocking on deaths door. And joel, while she was just a job at the beginning, has still protected her from day one. And obviously his big moment of action that showed his love (no matter what way you view the end of the first game), was him saving her from the fireflies. He could not bear to lose another daughter, so he killed doctors and soldiers and everyone in his way to save her life. NOW to tie back to my first sentence in this whole spiel. I do believe they’ve both loved each other for years now, and I think it was always an understood thing between them. Joel’s love definitely never faltered through those last two years, though I’m sure you could argue Ellie’s did. Or didn’t, I don’t know. But it wasn’t something they ever said to each other. At the time of their porch conversation, tensions are very high. Ellie is still upset from the dance with Joel’s intervention, and she’s still giving him the cold shoulder bc of his lie. I think a lot of things go through his head when she says “I should’ve died in that hospital. My life would’ve fcking mattered. But you took that from me”. I think one thing is, and something I probably would not have controlled, is her saying her life would’ve mattered if she died for the cure. If I were joel I would’ve spewed about how she does matter and blah blah blah sappy stuff ynow. But he’s walking on thin ice here. He knows she feels betrayed. He knows they’re not how they used to be. He knows he can’t just say anything because he may upset her more, and that’s at the top of his list of thing he does not want to do. And so he waits a minute and tries to collect his thoughts and what he wants to tell her. He thinks of something that, while it combats everything she just said to him, also holds a lot of weight of their relationship and why he did what he did. I genuinely think that him saying this is just “I love you” in its purest, most raw, emotional, profound (I’ve said this like 7 times im sorry it just f i t s) form. If he said “I love you too much to let you die”, that would’ve scared her off. But he gave her something that she needed to hear and to start to understand why he did it and how he STILL feels, even after everything. And sometimes I wonder if the “I would do it all over again” refers to just the hospital, or their entire journey as a whole. Either way, I think it still tells her enough.

-And so she tells him she doesn’t think she’ll be able to forgive him and it BREAKS him. The thought of losing her, or not so much losing her, but never getting their relationship back to birthday level camping trip highs, kills him. His breath is shaky immediately. But then she tells him, maybe she could forgive him. But not that she could, but that she’d LIKE to try. She WANTS to get back to that birthday level camping trip high of the relationship they used to have. As hurt as she is, she misses it. He’s (I believe, personally) the most important person in her life, even if at this point. She wants to get back there as much as he does. And he starts to break more. Because now, there’s a chance, though incredibly small, that he COULD get her back. And that is more than enough. It could take years, but he’s happy with it. He’s thrilled to know that, even after everything, she is willing to try. Can you imagine early tlou2 if it were different and we got to see a cutscene of Ellie asking joel if he wanted to watch Curtis and Viper 2 that night? The smile that would’ve come to his face?

ALSO I FORGOT TO GO WITH THE LAST CHUNK OF TEXT.., him singing future days to her I think is also such a big profession of love. They’ve been in Jackson a few months and they’re living a “normal” lil family father-daughter life now. Not out every day fighting for their life. They get to settle down. And obviously his attachment to ellie has been going on for a while, but them being like,, they’re glued together now. They’re WITH each other. Joel’s adopted her ok ive talked to Neil druckmann myself I know things. But joel signing this to her is just so incredibly special. He loves her so much. I literally sat in my bed last night and was full on sobbing bc the degree that his love goes for her is beyond my comprehension. Every time I think about I CANNOT wrap my head around it. It’s so insane to me. But he loves her so incredibly much. He got a second chance at fatherhood and refuses to lose ellie, under any circumstance as we’ve seen, even if the rest of the human race was on the line, he can’t lose her. Now obviously as I mentioned above, we never hear the “i love you” sentiment actually said between either of them, but we see it in their actions. All their actions throughout the games, even the little things. And I think what joel says on the porch is as much of an i love you as you can get, i think I’m singing to her is just as much as well. He could’ve sung ANY song he knew on guitar, but no he picked future days to show her how much he loves her. “If i ever were to lose you, I’d surely lose myself. I believe, cause I can see, our future days, days of you and me” (yes I cut some lines out) BUT LIKE???? GDKDHDK but not even just talking about the lyrics or the fact that they show exactly what joel is trying to say, it’s also that this is the song joel uses to introduce ellie to guitar. To introduce her to something he 1) promised he’d teach her and 2) it’s something he LOVES. it’s just so,?:?!&,)?:,;@($ i love their love I love their story I love the little things I love overthinking about them

[justsomeectoplasm]

Can I ask for like, headcanons for how resh/alefs relationships with the elders were? And/or maybe what the elders think of them now? Im desperate for any and all resh/alef hcs-

I'll do both! (This ask has been sitting in my drafts for weeks and I'm so sorry I'm answering it now)

Welp since I'm in the Resh hole I might as well contribute until I can get out of it. Once again, pronouns are my interpretation due to english ebing my second language and I will do one headcannon for each elder. Also these headcannons will fit my version of Resh and my version of the elders, so it might not fit with everyone's idea of Resh.

• Daleth feels guilty about Alef. It was, after all, his idea to elevate Alef to royalty when the civilization first made Alef's existence known to the elders. He didn't think things would go this way and now he can't even look into anyones eyes when asked about him. He was very much like a father figure to him, but when Alef changed, he ignored him. He regrets not intervening sooner.

• Ayin does not want to remember Alef. He's extremely guilty about Resh as much as anyone, but instead of facing it he hides away, sleeping through the centuries. He wants to forget about him as much as possible, even though they were so close when Alef was a child. Ayin hoped he would stay like that forever.

• Teth loathes him. After everything she did for him, sacrificing her forest and completely destroying her realm, only to be discarded like a piece of trash in a burnable furnance. To think they were both on the same boat with dark diamond construction. To think that she saw Resh as an equal rather than that annoying child years ago. To think that he wouldn't betray her. Teth hopes that he never leaves eden

• The twins feel pity for him. They were, after all, the closest friends Alef had. And now to see their friend turn into such a monster, they didn't want others to see him like that, so they made sure that their realm looked the least unaffected by the darkness. Just incase he returns and wants to compete against them once again. Just like old times. A foolish idea, both of them know this, yet they want to distract themselves from it. The twins want things to go back the way they were.

• Tsadi is terrified of him. The mere mention of Resh can make him uneasy. He saw the king's corruption first hand and let me tell you, it was not a pretty sight to behold. It changed Tsadi and made him realise how much he messed up and how much he should've done to stop Resh. Whoever knew Tsadi as this upstanding figure who protected Alef and taught him war tactics would give them one of the most severe whiplashes. It's best to thread the topic lightly when taling to Tsadi, or better never mention Resh at all. It's best for the king's dog to stay dead.

• Lamed....feels nothing for him. It's to be expected. Lamed was the one who taught him manners and how to rule a kingdom through the knowledge that they gathered over the years. They struggled to keep Alef focused for long enough and they were frustrated with the lack of interest he had in the beginning. Yet, they never made the effort to get close to Resh. In the end, their relationship was strictly student teacher. At least, that's how Lamed viewed it. If only they tried to get closer to them.

[washymylifeaway]

Haikyuu Fanfic recs: bamf/spy AU ;)

Hello loves! ~~Here I am, once again, not finishing one of the other drafts that I have and making a different post~~ (meant to be sung with the make it shine tune) Pretending like you didn’t just read that, I am here to recommend some bamf/spy AU fics because currently, that’s my vibe LOL. No this will NOT have mafia (even tho they are bamf’s) because this is supposed to be spy/secret agent orientated :))))))) (I say this, but if they overlap, they overlap.)

Because of the nature of this list, many of these fics will prolly be a little/lot graphic with their depictions of violence so beware and be warned! I won’t put individual warnings cause like I said these are all a bit graphic in their own ways. That being said, let’s get down to business (cause Mulan IS a bamf) ;)

As per usual, pls check WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES for each fic before reading (ESP THIS LIST) and make sure you’re taking care of yourselves (since mental health is key!) Stay healthy loves <3

Super Spy Husbands by leurauxe /IwaOi/ I LOVE THIS SERIES AKJASFDJK READ IT. It’s SO good and I love their actions scenes and the BACKSTORY OMFG THE BACKSTORY. The proposal fic was SO GOOD AAJSFJLS. Like everyone is done so well in these fics and the plot progression? YES PLEASE.

Hell Mission by codename_bewareofthefangirl (T) 22.7k /IwaOi/ okay IwaOi yes yes but Akaashi? MVP boys. It do be like that sometimes hehe. Anyway, the interactions between them (IwaOi and the whole squad) are gold. Also Iwa and the shower scene? Yes daddy ;)

sorry baby by sketchedsmiles (M) 34.3k /SunaOsa/ THIS!!! Okay you might be thinking wow this seems weird but just read it. I love the way their relationship slowly comes to be and like at the end SakuAtsu just knows ajkfhaldjf. Also when Osamu did the thing (at the hotel) I FREAKED OUT LIKE WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT but it’s okay. They fixed it :’)

bang! now we're even by Authoress (M) 11.9k /BokuAka/ yes you might recognize this from my other post LOL, but I really love this fic so here it is. AGAIN HEHE. Also, Akaashi in a dress? Like the tags might state, what more do you need? The characters are done beautifully, and the story development is SO good (like THE TWIST UGH).

hq detective AUs by valiantarmor /BokuAka, KuroKen, IwaOi/ again, from that same post EHEHE. Man do I really love fighting in my fics LOL. This was super good and the plot itself kept me really engaged (what a twist omg). It does talk a bit about mental health issues, but it’s done so well, and they really did this AU justice! The three fics can be read separately BUT they’re all done so well, I think you should read them all :)

The One With The Spies by hangoverhater /Multi (but mainly IwaOi)/ PLEASE,,, the fics in this series? HILARIOUS. THE SECOND FIC ”Well, this is a nice change of scenery.” “It’s a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.” HAD ME DYING. Poor Daichi, he really needs those days off :)))))

on the eighteenth by skittidyne (T) 5k /KuroKen/ I love fics where the characters are forced to face their feelings. This is one of those fics LOL. It’s done so well and the small details (as Kenma loves) are inserted really well. Like the first night where they fake doing stuff? Amazing LOL.

Punches by Sebastians_senpai (M) 1.5k /IwaOi/ hot Iwa hot bamf Iwa. Like entrance? Hot. Killing people? Hot. Anyway I want a boyfriend who will protect me if I get hurt. Can I be Oikawa? (you know being Oikawa would be an honor in itself)

just a boy undercover (and a boy with the getaway) by volchitsae (M) 14.1k /SakuAtsu/ twin fight rendition number idk but it’s good so whatever LOL. Is it really a SakuAtsu fic without one mention of a major twin fight? (probably yes but in this case no LOL) This one was SO good and I love how annoying Sakusa is >>>> for Atsumu. Also the acceptance at the end ajfakdlf HEART WARMED.

to crash in orbit by aceun (T) 2.8k /SunaOsa/ I LOVE BEING UNPROFESSIONAL ON THE JOB!!!!!! I adore how they know each other’s tendencies and how Osamu is like, I know he’s hot LOL. Also when they talked about Rome and Prague it made me laugh OMG. And RIP Osamu’s watch, worked hard never to be seen again LOL.

the unfinished kiss by Ellieb3an (E) 6.3k /SakuAtsu/ I told myself, less or no smut, but here we are. Honestly you’d think I learn I never stick to my own rules LOL. Anyway, this is SPICY so avoid if you don’t like smut heheh. I absolutely love when they use fighting as foreplay like adflkhf yes PUNCH HIS FACE (does that make me violent? probably LOL).

In knives and bullets by badreputation (M) 8.3k /SunaOsa/ UGH this one. Suna and Osamu’s relationship is *chef’s kiss*. And like I love how it isn’t too rushed and they took their time (also angry Suna is HOT). Like the tension at the house during the thing and then the PROPOSAL (LIKE YES). I always find myself coming back to this fic cause I just really love it <3

training by Sebastians_senpai (M) 3.2k /IwaOi/ again the smut.... ANyway, this one is some bamf Oikawa and head-made-of-steel Iwa LOL. Also some avengers talk makes it’s way up (and need I say, Iwa probably did look hot af when he did that), and him constantly hitting the other guy (cause spoilers hehe) made me laugh (ie. targeting LOL).

glass stained black by unrequitedangst (E) 31k /SunaOsa/ OKAY I said nO mAfIa Au’s well.... Technically it’s a SPY mafia AU so teehee. Also another repost cause why not LOL (but altered cause my writing is atrocious). The character development of Osamu is really legit and despite being mafia, it’s not that heavy or angst of a fic (but you should still definitely read tags and warnings first). It’s a non-linear fic (which I really liked, cause I love non-linear hehe) and the organization just adds another level to the fic development!

I love BAMF so if you have any to recommend, DO IT. Always up for more bamf/spy/secret agent AU’s HEHE. Also this turned into a collection of the same ships LOL IM SORRY, but I have a type and I think it’s very obvious hehe. I hope you all were careful about tags because I got lazy LOL. And this wasn’t in any particular order so I should’ve done it by ship, but I’m too lazy to do it now LOL. Hopefully, you all enjoyed this list and tbh for my other lists tbd, I might take out commentary and just put like the names (with links ofc). We’ll see LOL. Stay safe and have a great day! <3

[wastelandlovingscenarios]

romanced!companions react to a sole who wakes them up in the middle of the night to cuddle!~

so i accidentally deleted one of my drafts in my inbox where two people requested the same react. (one requested male and one female, so i keep it neutral!) i was so close to posting it before i accidentally deleted it completely! :(

so i decided to rewrite it in headcanon form since i have been busy lately ! i’m so sorry it took so long to post this. like i said, im trying to keep my reacts a little shorter than usual because of my classes. (i’m currently writing this during class too, haha.)

ps. i changed nick’s & hancock’s scenario a bit!

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Danse: 

they’ve only been dating for a bit, really, so danse was new to all this.

he wouldn’t know how to respond, only intensely staring at their face, trying to process the question asked. was he not understanding it because he was tired or-?

sole would chuckle at danse, who was obviously flustered to his core by such a small request. their small laugh would break danse out of his train of thought.

“i- uh- um.” he felt his face heat up more as he stumbled over his words. he’d throw away the idea of trying to let words do him justice, and resorted to actions instead.

he shyly shifted closer to them as he averted his eyes elsewhere, not noticing how close their face was to his. he was unsure of what to do with his arms, really.

as per usual, sole initiated the first move, wrapping their arm around his waist as they snuggled into his chest.

danse would feel himself tense up at first, awkwardly wrapping an arm around them. he was unsure of what to do.

god his heartbeat would be suspiciously loud but of course, sole wouldn’t comment on it

“i love you,” they’d whisper before drifting to sleep. danse would look down at them, his eyes softening at the sight of soles figure.

he’d carress their hair protectively, kissing the top of their head; he whispered in a soft voice, “love you too.”

Deacon:

deacon is a light sleeper, so even the sound of sole tossing and turning in their sleep would sometimes pull him out of slumber.

he slowly sat up; rubbing both his eyes to clear his vision as sole called out his name. looking to his side, he caught a glimpse of sole who was obviously wide awake.

upon hearing the words, ‘we’ and ‘cuddle’, he’d immediately respond to her request. “that time of the night already?” he’d chuckle seeing sole roll their eyes dramatically.

deacon would open his arms for sole to jump in, “come here, you big baby.”

sole would immediately crawl into his arms and deacon would lie them both down. they would be laying on his chest as deacon wrapped his arm around their shoulder. with his free hand, he relaxed it on top of soles forearm that wrapped around his torso.

sole would look up at deacon, a small smile etching onto their face . “it feels nice to cuddle with you after a long day.”

“what can i say? i’m a certified cuddler,” he’d lock eyes with them as he continued to joke, “no one can really resist the deacon charm, not even tinker tom himself.”

sole would burst into a small fit of laughter, deacon joining soon after. they continued to talk through the night about their lives, their arms wrapped around each other until eventually one of them falls asleep and the other following shortly after.

Maccready:

maccready gets all cranky and fussy when he gets woken up. he really doesn’t like the feeling of lacking sleep.

it took sole a few tries to even get maccready to open an eye. he‘s definitely a heavy sleeper and can literally almost sleep through anything if he knew he was at a safe place.

upon being woken up, he’d still keep his eyes closed shut as he mumbled sleepily, “did you need something?”

“i want to cuddle.” maccready barely budged from his spot, unresponsive as sole stared him down. after a minute or so of silence, sole shrugged and lied back down, facing away from him.

they figured that maybe mac was too exhausted to even muster up a proper response or stay awake.

after a short while though, they’d feel a strong arm wrap around their torso, a warm breath hitting their neck.

before they could speak, sole felt his arm hold them a little tighter. they smiled softly and put their hand on top of maccready’s own which relaxed on their stomach.

they felt him intertwine their fingers; his hand was warm compared to soles. “i love you,” he murmured. “I love you too, mac.”

soon enough, sole heard soft snoring from behind them. they closed their eyes, a small smile spreading on their face for the rest of the night.

Hancock:

hancock would wake up, hearing the sound of yawning and small groans near him. Opening one eye, he’d look over to sole’s area where they sat up, staring at the wall in front of them. 

“you okay, sunshine?” he’d prop himself up with his elbows, watching as sole turned their head to look at him. “i just had a nightmare, so I’m wide awake now.”

hancock sat up, scooting closer to his better half, “do you wanna talk about it?” sole nodded and leaned their head on his shoulder as he sat back.

through tears and soft words, sole vented about their dream as hancock rubbed their back soothingly, listening silently

“oh, sunshine.” hancock embraced them, placing a soft kiss on their temple. sole returned the hug, softly sniffling. “can we stay like this for the night?”

hancock pulled away from the hug, lightly ruffling their hair as he smiled sweetly. “of course. you don’t need to ask me at all.”

they would lay down, facing each other; their limbs would be entangled. hancock would whisper sweet nothings to them, caressing their face with his thumb.

sole shared a kiss with him, which hancock gladly returned. “go to sleep, sunshine. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

they trusted his words and laid their head on his chest, falling asleep at the sound of his heartbeat.

hancock stayed awake until he knew sole was completely asleep just to ensure they were okay.

Nick Valentine:

nick doesn’t need sleep, so there will never be a time where you really see him doing it. often times, he would just lay besides sole, holding them while he either stared at the ceiling or admired their features.

it would be midnight when sole would wake up, searching for nick beside them only to find empty space.

they would rise from bed, quietly stumbling downstairs where they found nick on his desk. he happened to be reading some unsolved cases, not noticing sole entering the room.

sole called out to him sleepily. “nick?” he would look at up at the familiar sweet sound, and smile at them. he’d put down whatever he was doing to give sole his full attention. “hey sweetheart, what’s got you up so early?”

“you weren’t in bed with me, so i figured i’d go check if you were okay.” he gathered his files, neatly stacking them near his desk fan. “i was just catching up on some cases that just came in today. ellie forgot to hand me them earlier before she went to bed.”

“oh. i should leave you to it then,” sole yawned, stretching, “i was just gonna see if you wanted to spend a little time together before i sleep again.” a faint grin would stretch across nicks face as he took the files in his hands.

“well if you really wanted to, then you should’ve just said so, sweetheart.” nick rose from his chair, dusting off his coat with his free hand, “i can finish these off while you sleep.”

soles eyes would brighten with happiness as nick lead her up to the room. he would sit on the bed as sole crawled on his lap, laying down comfortably.

nick would feel soles arms wrap around his torso; they would dig their face into his stomach. closing their eyes, they would whisper into his clothing, “goodnight nick.”

he would lightly brush their hair with his fingers as he continued reading the folder in his other hand. “night sweetheart.”

as much as nick tried to focus on his work, he couldn’t help but put it down and admire sole as they slept. he began thinking about sole and the moments they spent together; moments from when they first met till now.

he would push the files away from him. work could be done another day.