#anyway. 3am thoughts I can’t sleep.

[ghoul--doodle]

I hate watching horror content and gore in almost all its forms but I have successfully made at least a horror and/or apocalypse au for every single one of my dumbass little ocverses

[enevera]

okay i NEED to write more csm meta but i also think i need to reread it bc i just need to like. puzzle piece okay

[ikkan]

don’t know how to describe it or what it’s called. but on some occasions when im trying to sleep at night, my body doesn’t go correctly into a deep sleep (even after my pill i take)?? it’s not like the same feeling as a nap either…like i’ll close my eyes, but i know i’m still awake in a way, but when i check the clock, time went by a lot, but it only felt like a few minutes. i don’t fully go into a deep sleep until my body kinda “crashes”

[btsficsandsuch]

Please Don’t Forget About Me

Your husband Jungkook has to leave for tour. Normally it’s not a big deal, but having to leave your newborn daughter is something he’s never had to deal with before.

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“She’s the cutest baby ever.”, you said looking over at your husband Jungkook. He nodded not taking his eyes off of off the newborn peacefully sleeping in her bassinet, “She really is Y/N. We did a good job.” You began to walk out of the room, but then you noticed that Jungkook wasn’t following behind you. You waited a few more second before speaking, “Kookie are you coming? She’s not going anywhere I promise.” He chuckled, “I know I just don’t want I miss any time with her.” You gave him a knowing smile and made your way out of the door.

You were able to get some chores done around the house and now you were just sitting on the couch when Jungkook came walking out of the nursery. He dropped another bag over by the front door. You looked over and saw the pile that was starting to grow. Tomorrow he was leaving for a world tour that would take him away from you guys for the next two months. You knew it was hard on him to leave when it was just you and now that your daughter was there you knew it was going to be almost impossible for him to go.

Jungkook walked over to you and laid on the couch so that his head was in your lap. He let out a long sigh. You already knew what was wrong but you thought that if you asked him maybe he’d start to talk about it instead of bottling it up. “Kook what’s wrong? You used to get so excited to go on tour. You get to travel the world and see your fans and do what you love.,” you spoke while slowly running your fingers through his hair. He thought for a moment before responding, “Y/N I do love all of that. I always will. But I love you and I love Y/D/N more than anything. Y/D/N is not even a month old and I already have to leave her.” He was quiet for a couple minutes before continuing, “I’m going to tell them I can’t go on this tour. I have to back out.”

You could tell that he was getting more upset by the minute and was starting to think irrationally. You slowly started to rub his chest trying to remind him to breathe and calm down. “You can’t do that Kookie. Remember what we said when we decided to start a family? We said that this wouldn’t stop you from performing or doing what you love. You don’t want to let down the members or the fans. They need you just as much as we do, sometimes even more. I will send you lots of photos and videos and we can video chat every day.” He nodded in agreement but you could tell that deep down he was still upset. The two of you made your way to the bedroom to get ready to sleep. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close in the bed, “Y/N thank you for being there for me. I love you.” You nestled into his chest, “I love you too.” The two of you drifted off to sleep in each others arms just like that.

You woke up in the early hours of the morning. Looking over at your phone you saw the time said it was 3am. You figured since you were awake you better go feed your daughter as she’ll be waking up any minute anyways. You made your way out of bed not even noticing that Jungkook was no longer wrapped in the beds warmth. You stood in front of the nursery ready to enter when you heard someone talking on the other side of the door. You slowly cracked it open to hear what was being said when you heard Jungkook’s voice, “and that’s how mommy and daddy met and fell in love” you heard him say. Your daughter must’ve woken up and he was telling her a story to get her to go back to sleep. You were about to let yourself in when he continued, “I know you don’t understand what I’m saying to you right not but I really wish you did. It would make this so much easier for me. I love you more than I ever thought possible. I really don’t want to leave you and for two whole months. I’m going to miss so much. But I’m going to think of you every minute of every day. And when I come back I’m not letting you out of my sight. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. So please don’t forget me Y/D/N.” When you heard his sniffles you could feel your heart shattering into a million pieces. You didn’t know if you wanted to run in there and give him the biggest hug, or pack your bags and follow him all over the world with a newborn, or simply just sit there and cry with him. You decided he had everything under control and you didn’t want to interrupt his time with his daughter so you made your way back to bed falling asleep fairly quickly.

You woke up a few hours later to your phone buzzing nonstop. 18 missed calls. Text message after text message,

Joonie: Y/N I’m sure you’ve got a lot going on, but please call me when you get the chance.

Yoongles: Y/N you really need to contact one of us back. It’s urgent.

Tae: You need to speak with him. Management said if he goes through with his then he’s out of the group.

JinJin: Please call one of us or management back. We know this is a difficult time but Jungkook is making a huge mistake.

It went on and on. Your mind was racing with so many thoughts. What did he do? What’s a huge mistake? You jumped out of bed and through on some clothes. You were going to get your daughter fed and changed and then you’d give them a call back. You walked into the nursery and noticed your daughter was nowhere to be found. Your heart started beating a million beats a minute. You felt like you were going to be sick. You started walking, almost running, to the living room to grab your car keys. With shaking hands you were about to call Jungkook when you stopped dead in your tracks.

Sitting on the couch in the living room clutching your newborn daughter to his chest was Jungkook. You felt a huge rush of relief seeing both of them there and safe, but you were also extremely angry at him. You were about to shout when you heard him sniffling and wiping at the tears under his eyes. You pushed your anger aside and made your way over to him. You rested your hand on his thigh, “Kookie what did you do? The boys are blowing up my phone. Jin said you’re making a huge mistake.”

He looked up at you. His eyes watery and red. He’d clearly been crying for a while. “I told the company that I was refusing to go on this tour. I can’t do it Y/N. I can’t leave her. Not now. She doesn’t understand why I’m leaving. What if she thinks I’m never coming back?” The sadness in his voice broke you, “Kookie we talked about this. You can’t give up everything that you’ve worked so hard for. I know it’s difficult and scary right now but it’ll get easier. You can call and talk to her any time so she can hear your voice and I’ll lay her down next to one of your shirts so she’ll be able to smell you. She would never forget her dad. I promise. You have so many people depending on you right now but no matter what Y/D/N and I will always be here waiting. No matter how long.”

He was starting to calm down with your words. It was at this time you felt your phone buzzing in your back pocket. You had completely forgot about everyone trying to contact both of you. You answered not even looking at the ID. It was Namjoon. The two do you spoke for a few minutes. You let him know that Jungkook was at home and safe and that you were trying to fix the situation. He let you know that the boys were already at the airport and that a car was waiting for Jungkook outside. The two of you went back and forth for a little bit. You asked him for ten more minutes to try and convince him to join the tour. Namjoon agreed to stall as long as he could.

You looked over at Jungkook. He was still clutching your daughter, slowly rocking back and forth. “There’s a car waiting for you outside and the boys are already at the airport.”, you said sitting back down next to the two of them. You continued, “Look Kookie I know it’s easy for me to say all this because I’m not the one that has to leave her but the hardest part is going to be walking out that door. Once you get with your members and you start performing and seeing the fans I think it’ll get easier on you. You don’t want to regret this later on and you don’t want our daughter to feel like it was her fault.” He slowly nodded, “I know Y/N. I just didn’t think it would be so hard to leave. I don’t want to let anyone down though. Especially you and Y/D/N.”

He held onto your daughter for a few more minutes before giving her a big kiss on the forehead and placing her down in the bassinet in the corner of the room, “I love you Y/D/N. Be good for your mom. Remember what I said last night.” He walked over to you wiping away the tears that were still falling on his cheeks. The two of you made your way over to the front door where he turned to look at you, “Promise me you’ll send lots of pictures and videos. And promise me you’ll answer when I call. And promise me you’ll keep telling her how amazing and talented and handsome her dad is.” The last line making you chuckle. He leaned in and gave you a kiss, “I love you Y/N. Thank you for supporting me.” You cupped his cheeks and gave him another kiss, “Of course. I love you. I mean you’re just so amazing and talented and handsome so how could I not.”

He gave one last look back at your daughter while he grabbed the last of his bags and made his way out the door. You watched him greet the driver and slowly get in the car. Once the car was out of sight you went back in the house and picked up your daughter who was starting to stir. Sitting on the couch you began to rock her all while telling her everything you had planned for the next couple months, “And then next month we’re going to go visit daddy and spend the last month of the tour with him. Uncle Namjoon just let me know that he is working with management so that the two of us can safely travel to see him. But when daddy calls us we can’t say anything to him. It’s going to be a surprise.”

[parkersbliss]

Hello, your Five x Black cat reader was amazing so I was wondering if you would write something with prompts #40, #41, and a sprinkle of #46. Idk what else to put so have a lovely day :))))

thank you love!! here is it:

Tomorrow | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x gn!reader

wc; 724

warnings: s3 spoilers, but not like anything major major, angsty

synopsis: if tomorrow never comes, at least five loved you today

requests: CLOSED

prompts: 040: “why are you at my door at 3am?” 041: “I can’t stand the sight of you in someone else’s arms.” 046: “Tell me you want this too.”

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt list 

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There was a knock at your door, causing you to groan. It’s not like you were getting much sleep anyway, but the thought of getting out of bed?

No thanks.

However, the knocking persisted. Eventually, you dragged yourself out of bed, only to hear a thud by the door. You move a little faster now, shuffling towards the door and gently opening it. “Hello?”

There was no one there.

Until you hear a weak moan from the floor. You look down to find Five fucking Hargreeves passed out drunk.

“Five?” You exclaim.

He turns his head to face you, smiling lazily. “Hey.”

You sigh, crossing your arms. “Why are you at my door at 3am?”

Five giggles and you notice the bottle of tequila still in his hand. “Because the world is about to end and… and I wanted to talk to you.”

Your face softens as you open the door the whole way, intending to let him in. However, since he’s leaning on the door, he just falls. He lets out another giggle at that, and you drag him inside your hotel room.

“Seriously, Five?” You mumble, helping to prop him up against the bed.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just… kaboom! The world’s ending… again. And I can’t stop it.”

You sit down next to him, grabbing the bottle of tequila and taking your own sip. “Maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be.”

“Bullshit,” He slurs. “I worked my ass off the last month for nothing! It means nothing!” He begins to laugh. You drink to that because he was honestly right. You weren’t sure you could even try to comfort the old man. After all, the world is ending. Might as well go out with a bang too.

“How ironic is it that they got married tonight?” You asked, taking another sip. “I mean… everyone’s happy and in love, and you’re right… it means nothing.”

“I hate weddings,” Five grumbles.

“Free alcohol,” You point out.

“Only good thing.”

You sit in silence a little longer, both taking turns sipping out of the bottle. How do you cope with the end of the world?

Do you accept it, or do you fight it?

At one point, you would’ve said fight it, but you were tired of fighting. Like you said, perhaps it was always supposed to be this way. What good is putting off the inevitable?

“You know what’s funnier?” Five spoke up.

By this time, you were a little tipsy too, and you raised a brow at him. “What?”

“Everyone’s fallen in love with someone, and I’m still…” He hiccups. “I’m still too much of a bastard to admit I’m in love.”

You laugh, your head falling on Five’s shoulder. “What?”

“I think I'm in love, (Y/N),” He said matter-of-factly.

“With who?”

He just sips on the tequila till he realizes it’s empty and tosses it across the room. “I’ve never loved anyone but Delores… so I thought it was just… me? Like it wasn’t real.”

“Is it real?”

Five turns to face you, and you lift your head off his shoulder. His green eyes meet yours as he frowns.

“I think it’s real.”

“How do you know?”

“Because, (Y/N), I can’t stand the sight of you in someone else’s arms.”

You’re speechless as you stare at Five. Or maybe you’re just really drunk and can’t actually process anything. “Me?” You asked quietly.

Five nods, “I’m in love with you.”

You blink and shake your head. “You’re drunk.”

You move away from him, scared that he was lying and when you woke up to your last day on earth, nothing will have changed.

“No!” Five protests. “No, no. I’m drunk, but I mean it.”

“Do you?” You press, afraid of what’s to come.

“Please,” Five said softly. “Tell me you want this too.”

You don’t move any further. “The world ends tomorrow, you know?”

Five chuckles, a hand falling to your waist and the other cupping your face. “I know. But we might as well join the bandwagon of last-minute romances, right?”

“Yeah,” You said with a small smile. “I guess we should.”

“Do you wanna be happy and in love if it means nothing tomorrow night?”

You press your forehead to his, feeling the tears form in your eyes.

“Yes.”

— END —

🏷 five taglist: @clearbasementvoid @halfumbrella @esmedith @navs-bhat @alexxavicry @3ternalreal1ty

[maochira]

idk if you’ve done this already but bllk dads staying up with their kid because reader has insomnia :)

Writing this rn because I know I’m gonna pull an all-nighter tonight 🏃‍♀️ (going on an 8 hour car ride to Italy at 3am(around the time when this posts))

Characters: Ego, Noa, Lavinho

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, reader is a teenager, reader has insomnia

Ego

-does this guy ever sleep in the first place? No (I know he does. He has the type of sleep schedule where he sleeps for 4 hours, gets up, sleeps for 2 hours again, gets up again and sleeps for 2 hours another time

-but anyways the point is, even without your insomnia he’d be awake most of the night

-Ego lets you stay in his office and rewatches recordings of Blue Lock matches with you. They’re either exciting and entertain you when you can’t fall asleep, or they’re so boring you fall asleep in your chair after one or two hours. No in-between

-surprisingly, your father has enough strength in his body to carry you to your room so you can safely sleep in your bed instead of on the uncomfortable desk chair

-if you still can’t fall asleep, you and Ego also spend a lot of time talking about anything that’s on your mind. Sometimes it’s thousands of thoughts running through your head that won’t let you fall asleep, so Ego let’s you talk about what’s on your mind

-it’s also very good bonding time for the both of you. It may not be under the most optimal circumstances but hey, at least you get to spend time with your father

Noa

-he may be tired and just wants to get to bed on most nights, but he always stays awake as long as he can with you. He knows you feel lonely late at night and that can cause bad thoughts to come up in your head when you can’t fall asleep. And to prevent that, your father stays awake with you

-most nights like this are spent sitting in the living room with a random movie on the TV while you and Noa just talk and talk until you get tired

-he always makes your favourite tea, hot choccy, warm milk, or whatever other (non-caffeinated) warm beverage you’re craving

-occasionally, Noa falls asleep on the couch and you always wonder if you should wake him up or let him continue sleeping. Usually you don’t wake him up because you know how tired your father is most of the time

-but sometimes, he wakes up by himself after like 10 minutes and he keeps apologizing. He feels guilty because he doesn’t like leaving you alone when he knows negative thoughts could flood your brain at any moment

-that’s why he also made you promise to immediately wake him up whenever that happens

Lavinho

-he doesn’t mind staying up longer at all. This guy could get 5 minutes of sleep and would be as energized as he always is

-when you can’t sleep, you and your dad play video games together!! Usually competitive ones like Mario Kart but sometimes ones for which you have work together like Stardew Valley

-it’s also the perfect chance to catch up and talk about stuff when you have busy weeks during which you barely see each other during daytime

-but because of your insomnia Lavinho does forbid you to drink anything that has caffeine in it. Cola, energy drinks and coffee are completely banned from the house. Yes, he doesn’t drink it anymore either because if you can’t, he won’t either

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[graysnetwork]

Can I request a hc of Ghost treating you like a queen, like deeply in love would do anything for you.

This is so adorable omg Ty for the request!!

This man would move mountains for you

He would literally do anything for you like anything.

He loves you so much, and your the only thing that can have control over him

You’re like the main reason he’s stayed in the military, bc he can’t stand the thought of you living in a world where there’s so much chaos

Your the light of his life, he definitely doesn’t think he deserves you, so you reassure him everyday why you love him

He will go out to the store for you at 3am to go buy you whatever (it does not matter what time it is he’ll still do it)

When your on your period he makes sure you as comfortable as can be, cause that first day is rougher than the other days

But he will get you everything, like chocolates, chips, cookies, ECT.

and if you were to stain the sheets, don’t worry cause he will get it washed as soon as possible

Anyways

—

He will fix your car for you, he will wash it, as long as you are happy

He will cook your food, and if you prefer to make food, he’ll take the job of cleaning all the dishes

He’d take care of you when your sick and get you everything you need

And if your exhausted from work but the house isn’t look all to great, he will purposefully give you a long kiss before flopping you on your guy’s shared bed so you can sleep and he can clean.

It also doesn’t matter how long you two have been together he takes you on the most romantic dates ever

It was also a very well thought out way of how he wanted to propose to you

He knew he wanted to marry You. I mean no one else would ever get his heart to skip a beat when they kissed him, and no one else would make him get to work late just because they wanted 5 more minutes of cuddling

But he didn’t know if you wanted to marry him so he asked you several times

“Would you ever marry me?” “Yes Simon, my answers not going to change anytime soon”

So he planned out the proposal very well

He took you out dinner for a date, and then you guys took a nice walk in a secluded park and popped the question while he got on one knee

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I’m gonna leave it like that

Cliffhanger 🤫 aka you decide what happens next

[shinobusupremecy]

Shinobu with an s/o or friend that sleep talks

Modern au

Can be seen as romantic or platonic (friends). Idk how to write it as a mix of both so I just wrote together/friends. 

A/N: Hiiii! Been a while hasn’t it? Anyways I do apologize, I have no idea what more to say but I hope you have all been doing well <3

I will probably not be changing my ”hiatus” status because who knows?

Thank you anon for requesting this was so much fun to write!

I guess this will be a mix of oneshot and headcannon 

🦋- You and Shinobu have been together/friends for long, the only ironic thing is not once you had a sleepover. Mostly because you two have different schedule and hobbies so you really never got the time to. Except now

🦋- It was you two’s first sleepover and you were excited to say the least. You decided to sleep at her house

🦋- You guessed she felt more comfortable that way. Shinobu’s mom said Shinobu hasn’t been to a sleepover at someone else’s house often at all. Probably like 2 three times when she was in middle school. 

🦋- Anyways when night time came around you two watched a series before going to bed. 

“Alright, good night Shinobu!”

“Goodnight Y/N” She said and closed the lights. The room turned dark and you both fell asleep without problems. 

“The chicken can wear a dishwasher” Shinobu woke up to someone murmiring about something. She thought her mind was playing tricks on her so she ignored it and went to sleep. 

She’s sure she didn’t even get to sleep in 5 minutes before she heard you yell

“THE BUTTERFLIES DRIVE A BUS” She turned over and looked at you still sleeping. It was so dark so she didn’t know if you were awake or not, only that you were there. 

“Y/N, if you really think it’s funny to yell weird stuff at 3am then you got another thing coming” 

“Nooooooooooo” You replied.

“Yes, I mean it!” She said sternly, not having the energy for this shit at 3am. 

“Not my children. Anyone but my children. They just sprouted wiiiiingggsss” Now Shinobu was really creeped out. She quickly understood you were sleep talking. 

But then her smile turned devilsih and amused, what more can you say?

“My dog will alert the authorities....YOU SHALL BE DAMMNED”

She quickly grabbed her phone and started recording.

“And why should they be dammned?” Shinobu asked. 

“They taught my cat to play the tombone...”

“Ohh, is that so bad?”

“They made my roach deaf” Shinobu had to hold in her giggle, this was way too amusing not to mess around with.

”So uh, do you know sign language for your roach?”

”Noooo…the man in the corner does though” Shinobu’s smile faded and she quickly turned around only to see nothing there. She saw your cheeky smile and wondered if you really were asleep or not.

”Hm, cheeky bastard” Shinobu whispered before she continued on having conversation with your half-concioused self.

After 15 minutes she thought she had enough footatge and she went to sleep.

🦋- Next morning rolled around and she showed the footatge to you in the morning. Depending on if you were aware that you could sleep talk or not your reaction would be kinda different.

🦋- If you knew you just laughed it off and told Shinobu ”I forgot to tell you”

”Y/n. We have been friends for several years, how could you forget to tell me!?” Shinobu would say. She would still keep the footatge though, as blackmail material🥰

🦋- If you did NOT know then you would be in for quite the shocker

”I can sleeptalk?”

”Apperantly hahha! Didn’t you know?” Shinobu’s expression slightly frowned to confusion

”Nope”

Awkward silence ensues..slightly.

🦋- Shinobu would probably ask if you want to maybe get that treated some way and if you’re comfortable with her recording when you do sleep talk.

🦋- If you do wanna get help then obviosuly Shinobu tries to treat you. She looks up ways to treat it and what causes sleeptalking.

🦋- If you don’t however then Shinobu and her sisters will atleast know how to entertain themself when they can’t sleep or when you go asleep early. Shinobu just gathers her sisters to talk to you when you sleep talk, each taking their own turn to talk, one records and later show you the next morning.

Shinobu had been noticing you were laying still for many minutes. She schooched over and listened to your slow but ateady breathing.

”Pst! Hey, hey, are you awake?” No response from you. Shinobu smiled and sneaked away, knocking on each of her sisters rooms.

”Hm? Is Y/N asleep again?” Kanao asked, trailing behind Kanae.

”Mhm, they are. From what I know they should be start talking soon” Shinobu said as she sat down on her knees, Kanae and Kanao each took their own seat on the floor forming a circle almost of 3 people and well, you in the middle of it.

They sat their in silence for a little but before you began to murmur something and Shinobu smiled knowing she was right.

”Noo…noo…don’t go in there, the tuna is dancing” Shinobu nudged Kanao to say something while Kanae just quietly snickered.

”U-uhmm…what dance did the tuna-? Ahem, tuna dance”

”Chicken dance. I think. I can’t seee….” Your worlds trailed off. Kanae thought about what she was gonna say, she scooted closer to say it when she finally got something.

”Is the dance good?”

”Mmmm maybeeeee, I don’t- wanna be meaan” Kanae had to cover her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from laughing.

”It’s amazing how we can have a conversation with them asleep like this” Kanao commented which Kanae agreed to and nodded.

”Well this will certainly not be the end of it” Shinobu said, pulling out her phone.

🦋- We can all just say that the butterfly sisters will be having you over for more sleepovers <3

[bwabbitv3s]

Good Godfather Vlad AU - Part 2

Part 1 Those that asked to be tagged. @kaitouhime @krzys2000 @moobloomrights

~This took a few drafts to get it where I wanted. Vlad is really hard to write as getting the help he needs while still being really new to all the sudden changes. ~

Ice Machines and Fudge

The one that manages to corner him first is their daughter Jasmine. She catches him in the ice machine and vending machine room at the hotel at 3am. He is rather impressed with it as he can’t escape by using his powers as there is a CCTV camera to stop people stealing from the vending machine. 

“You need to talk to Mom and Dad tomorrow, or Dad is going to try to break into your room.” Jasmine says straight away. 

“I beg your pardon?” Vlad responds.

It is 3am, he has not slept well the last two nights. Had a very long video session with his therapist that left him emotionally drained. He just wanted some ice for a cold compress for his headache. The last thing Vlad was expecting was for a teenager to materialize out of the dim shadows between the vending machines. If he had not known better he would have suspected she was a ghost. 

“They are both spiraling from the revelation that they left you feeling abandoned for the last decade. They thought they were doing the right thing in respecting your boundaries and not pushing into your life until you reached out. Your lack of response back even years later never deterred them. They took it as a good sign that you never asked them to stop sending letters. ” Jasmine pauses for a moment.

“Dad sends you an invitation to Thanksgiving and Christmas every year, we all sign it.” Jasmine trails off a bit. 

The ice bucket nearly falls from his hands at that new sucker punch to the gut. Vlad’s family had always been small and after his parents passed he never had anyone to get together for the holidays with. Until Jack found out and dragged him to every single family holiday since. He would always play devil's advocate in the yearly debate over if Santa was real between Maddie and Jack. It was always good fun and they used the most bizarre physics equations to explain their case. At least until the accident, how many Christmases had he missed. 

The ice machine thumps as more ice fills the basin. The static humm buzz of the fluorescent lights fill the air. Jasmine does not press him to respond, just waits for him to collect his thoughts. 

“I don’t know if I am ready to face them.” Vlad says softly.

“Sometimes we are not ready for things. We just have to do them anyway as if we wait to be ready it will never happen.” Jasmine says. 

“You are quite insightful for your age.” Vlad responds. 

“Thank you.” Jasmine.

“Now how do I keep them from trying to smother me while I try to piece things back together.” he continues ending with a wry smile. 

“Well first off, fudge always works with Dad.” Jasmine smiles back. 

“He always did have a massive sweet tooth. I swear he used to live off nothing but fudge and coffee during exams.” Vlad fondly reminisces. 

“Mom is harder and I don’t think you want to be shouting out ghost, while pointing in random directions to distract her.” she embarrassingly tells him. 

“I don’t think that would help very much with this. She is more than likely to drag me after a ghost sighting.” Vlad chuckles. He pauses for a moment before a memory alights. 

“Does she still fiddle with rubix cubes?” Vlad asks. 

“Rubix cubes?” Jasmine asks, confused. 

“Your mother in college used to keep a rubix cube to occupy her hands with. Creating patterns and solving a rubix cube was seen as smart and impressive so it did not get taken away from her. She said it helped her focus on things and ground her emotions.” Vlad tells her. 

“I never knew that. That could work if you need to escape her manhandling.” Jasmine confirms. 

“Well if I am going to face them tomorrow at the brunch I should get some sleep. I will see you and your family tomorrow morning. Have a good night.” Vlad tiredly thanks her. He has to stifle a yawn at the end.

There is a teenage boy staring at his hotel room door, a very familiar looking boy. He feels a flush of warmth inside as he realizes just who has tracked him down. The boy stiffens and turns to look down the hall at Vlad. What an odd pair they must make in this dim hotel hallway. Vlad in his dark silk pajamas and matching housecoat holding a slightly melted bucket of ice. The boy, Daniel, in an oversized NASA hoodie space print flannel pajama pants with a small box?   

“Your sister beat you to it. I fear you are too late to warn me about how your parents are ready to ambush me into restarting our friendship. I have consoled myself to facing them tomorrow at brunch and the emotional encounter it will be.” Vlad dramatically sighs out. 

From the way Daniel untenses that was the right move. His hands fiddle with the small box. 

“Did she catch you in the stairwell or the elevator? I know she has been working on her elevator pitch all day.” Daniel jokingly asks.

“Her elevator pitch was put to good use in the ice machine room. Trapped me between the exit and the vending machines.” Vlad tells him. 

“I did not think she had it in her to actually stalk you. I thought she was going to just stay in the elevator and wait for you to use it.” Daniel laughs out. 

Not that it would have worked as Vlad had been turning invisible and phasing up the elevator shaft to precisely avoid encounters. 

“Never underestimate a determined young woman. Now how may I help you, Daniel?” Vlad asks. 

“Well Jazz did the hard work already getting you to face our parents. Here take this.” Daniel says stepping forwards and offering out the small box. 

Vlad takes the small box which appears to be a chocolate box of some kind. It is fairly heavy for its size. 

“Dad has not had this brand of fudge before. It should give you a solid ten minutes of him running it through his ranking system before he remembers what he had wanted to do. It won’t stop the hug but should allow you the time to remind him to let you keep your feet on the ground for it.” Daniel quickly says. 

“That is very thoughtful of you Daniel.” Vlad thankfully says

“Just Danny, Daniel makes it sound like you are going to give me detention.” Danny embarrassingly jokes. 

“Danny then. Thank you for this. I know it must be hard to find a chocolate maker that Jack has not tried the fudge for.” Vlad says. 

“Glad to help. Well I am still getting over the time zone change and need all the sleep I can. Night Vlad, good luck with Mom. I have yet to find anything to really stop her so you are on your own.” Danny says cheerfully before he sprints down the hall to the elevator. 

Vlad looks after as Danny turns a corner then disappears from sight. He sighs before unlocking his hotel room. It seems that at least the children have decided to help him take things at his own pace. He sets the box gently onto the bedside table. Put the ice that has not melted into the cold compress bag for his headache. Sets up his laptop and begins the searches for the closest store that has rubix cubes. 

If one happens to go missing from inventory the next morning. Along with several bills totaling more than the cube are found in the empty cash drawer when they go to open the register for the morning, well that is just a wonderful coincidence. 

Now with a Part 3, and Part 4

[pumpkinpaix]

*vibrating* I had too much fun at the surrealist costume party that I’m too excited to sleep so I started a project lol

This is an adorable stationery box I got as part of a zine earlier this year!!! The print is so cute it was the only piece of merch I got bc I loved it so much

But!! as cute as it is, it’s still a mass-manufactured paper box and there are a number of places where I think it could be improved

first, the square on the case (distance between tray and edge of case) is massive, like a whole 1/4 inch or something and I really dislike the size of it. It’s a little wonkily assembled, and the interior construction of the tray isn’t very elegant.

The ribbon is such a lovely idea, but it’s inconvenient and cumbersome to use. the box already has a magnetic closure, but it’s a little weak.

I don’t have a lot of thoughts so far besides: remove the tray, convert the ribbon closure to something else, maybe a bone clasp or a snap or honestly maybe just remove the ribbons and let it just be the magnets whatever the point is the ribbon has to go

Luckily the adhesive in the outer corners pops off fairly easily with a little pressure, and the inner parts are also pretty easy to detach, though they require a bit more force

Flattened with adhesive removed from the case! (I’ve folded the tabs back so they don’t accidentally stick to anything)

Now I have to think some more before I act so it’s bedtime, but here are the Thoughts so far

1. Tray flaps are adhered underneath the print which is essentially one long paste down across the case. In raking light, you can kind of see that it extends in about maybe half an inch? I am thinking of how to remove the flaps while keeping the thank you message and zine name. you can also see where removing the adhesive has warped and bubbled the paper. this is fine I expected it and am planning on removing the paste down on those areas anyways and replacing them with new material. I’d like to remove the part of the flap under the paste down too tbh because it’ll be unnecessary bulk. To keep the message visible, there are a few possibilities: a) I’m lucky and the whole paste down is easily removed without damaging it and I can just reuse it as a paste down! Yay! b) I can’t remove it without ruining it, so I just cut around it and build a window into the bottom of the inner tray (kind of insane and jobby, but I’ll do it if I have no other options lol) c) I say fuck it and cover it with the inner tray

2. How can I remove the ribbon and replace it with something that still complements the design? As it is, there are just slits cut in the board and the ribbon has been fed through and adhered under the paste down as well. The ribbon is quite wide, which isn’t my favorite. Thinking about creating a decorative bow which hides a snap closure.

ok those are the main Thoughts and now it’s past 3am and I’m getting pretty sleepy

good night! Absurdist costume party was great!!

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djdjdjdjf I forgot to actually post this last night so anyways hi good morning

[im-a-king-baby]

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Hi! I cannot see this emoji because apparently I need to update several of my devices but I am going to ASSUME it is a flower. <3

Your snippet is about Laura (aka the fan who drove Simon to Bjarstad at the end of a very strange day)

Laura is pretty sure she’s dreaming. The entire night has had this air of unreality and now there’s this boy sitting in her passenger seat staring out the window in a white hoodie several sizes too big.

“What was your name?” he asks.

They’ve been driving for twenty minutes. This is the first thing he’s said since he offered to have sex with her and she said, “Um, no thank you?” like the most awkward person in history.

Google maps says it’s still nearly two hours to Bjarstad. And she can’t put on music because the car only has a CD player and the only CDs she has are Simme albums and Simme is sitting in her passenger seat. “Laura. Laura Andersson.”

He nods. “Hi.”

So fucking surreal. “Hi.”

“Were you looking for me?”

“What?”

“Looking for me,” he repeats. “Like, did Twitter say where I was so you went to find me?”

For a second she’s insulted at the implication, but when she glances over he doesn’t look angry, just tired. Resigned. Like he expects her to say yes.

And she’s seen all the news footage of crowds around the Grand hotel. She was looking on Twitter after the show for other fans talking about the new song but instead it was all people asking where the crew had moved to, rumours about different hotels. “No,” she says. “I was -” she pauses, trying to plan the sentence and tripping up on several words. Funnily enough high school language classes never covered ‘adulterous asshole’. Or maybe they did, she wasn’t great at paying attention. “I don’t know how to say it in English.”

“Oh,” he sounds surprised, like he’d forgotten where he was in between playing the show and now, and switches. “Swedish is fine. Sorry.” His Swedish accent is a bit rough, just like on stage, but he speaks it easily enough. Of course he does, he grew up here.

“I know you don’t like it,” she says.

He laughs softly, at a joke he doesn’t bother to share, letting his head thud against the passenger window. “Did I say that?”

He’s still speaking Swedish, so she switches because translating everything at 3am while her ears are still ringing and she’s driving an unfamiliar route into the middle of nowhere is going to give her a headache. “You gave an interview once where you said you wish you could forget Swedish so that you could forget everything that happened in Sweden.”

“Oh.” He touches his hoodie pocket, like he needs to reassure himself that it’s still there. “I probably shouldn’t have said that.”

“Is it true?”

He glances sideways at her, possibly looking at her properly for the first time. “Sometimes,” he says. Whatever that means. “So where were you headed, before?”

“I was looking for a hostel. I was supposed to be staying with my boyfriend - I’m from Gothenburg and he’s from Stockholm but he comes over a lot for work. Then he texts me after the show started like ‘actually my wife has decided not to take the kids to her mother’s so you’ll have to get a hotel.’ And obviously I called him and he goes ‘I thought you knew I was married’ like obviously I did not. And the wife doesn’t know about me so all this time I’ve been a fucking homewrecker or something. Anyway all the hotels were booked out from the concert so I was looking for this hostel I saw online in the hope they might have a bed free and then I saw you.”

And she pulled over to check if he was alright and to ask if she could drive him somewhere - half wondering if she could maybe negotiate a room at his hotel, or at least a couch to crash on and somewhere to park overnight - and he’d climbed in and asked if she knew a town called Bjarstad.

It’s kind of on her way home, only adds an hour or so to the overall drive time. And when she’d unsubtly mentioned that she’d need to sleep at some point, he’d dropped that he owned a house there. In some middle-of-nowhere town in Sweden, a country he supposedly hasn’t been back to in nearly 3 years.

Then he’d offered her money, a photograph, and sex, in that order.

“Fuck,” Simme says, his voice is flat but she appreciates the sentiment. “Well. Sorry I fucked up the show for you as well.”

She glances sideways, but she can’t look long enough to get a good sense of his expression without taking her attention off the road. “It was fine. I mean who else can say they got to hear a Simme original song, live.” God, that makes it sound like she hated it. “I mean I loved the song, the song was great.” Or maybe that’s too much enthusiasm for a song he sang like his heart was fucking breaking. “I mean, it was sad. But really pretty.”

She takes her eyes off the road again, to see his mouth quirk into a tiny half smile. “You should send that to my PR team,” he says. “Sad But Pretty. There’s an album title right there.”

[whxre4hange]

attack on titan but dodgeball hc’s

eren is most definitely trying his best to DEMOLISH the other team

nothing will stand in his way. anything that does will be crushed.

probably hits a bunch of his teammates accidentally during his rampage

mikasa is mvp

well she would be if she wasn’t constantly lurking around ereh

NO ONE WILL TOUCH EREH

has dove and skidded on the ground at least 20 times to catch the ball and/or protect ereh

armin cowered on the ground behind his teammates for the first 20 minutes and was the last one standing cause everyone else got picked off before him

tries to psych the other team out- “cmon, let’s talk it out- we can talk this out! violence isn’t the answer!” [boos] “you wouldn’t wanna hit me, would you? i’m so weak and defenceless and you would NEVE-‘ [gets hit by 5 different balls]

sasha ate 10 baked potatoes before the game and she gets stitches 30 seconds into the game

she is on the floor crawling around the whole time

‘pls im an injured woman dont throw anything at me :(‘

she also snuck a bunch of snacks into her pockets so she’s snacking at the back until someone gets her out

and she’s still snacking on the sidelines #girboss

connie does not understand what is going on, he thinks it’s catch, so he keeps throwing it at his teammates

and he’s like :’o when everyone yells at him

“ur just mad because u cant catch properly” connie no ur just dumb sweetie

jean wants to be the leader and is the control freak of the team, but no one cares about anything he says

and because eren is not petty at all, he ignores everything jean says and instead gets everyone to do the opposite

marco is the wholesome one. shakes everyone’s hand. smiles and wishes everyone good luck (including the opposing team). is the first one out because he got distracted whilst smiling and waving to his mom, who was in the crowd. yells encouragement from the sidelines. (he’s so precious PLS)

reiner is following historia around constantly trying to be a human shield

spoiler; it doesn’t work

ymir keeps intercepting anything that dares come near historia and “accidentally” whacks reiner every time he gets too close

annie is the true mvp. she’s an absolute machine. but she kicks the balls instead of throwing it. beat up the referee when he tried to tell her it was against the rules

given his size, bertholdt is seemingly an easy target

or is he? bertolto is actually a very speedy player

although he struggled to get how the game worked at first, bertoloto quickly grasped the rules and became the runner up mvp

bertrololololololol has kind of made it his mission to be annie’s back up- always catching/intercepting anything that might hit annie and attacking would-be annie attacks

very good at running, ducking - you name it, birthcontrol can do it!

erwin, surprisingly, is really really really bad at dodgeball

gives a really huge inspirational speech to his team but doesn’t understand the point of it

why throw balls when he has the biggest balls out of everyone? [this was a joke about what a great brave commander he was, not a sex joke. pls don’t cancel me]

anyways all jokes aside, he just stands there like 🧍🏼 what is going on

gets hit very quickly and sits on the sidelines researching the origins of dodgeball

hange managed to invent this robotic arm that throws dodgeballs at an insane pace

but it malfunctions and targets her & her team instead

oh and she built it legs that have suddenly started working and it’s chasing her around now

moblit is frantically running after hange with the remote screaming because he can’t find the off button

(spoiler: there is no off button. hange forgot. in her defence, she made it at 3am on a grand total of -50 hours of sleep)

levi is above this nonsense and is silently judging you all

lmao you thought. he’s lurking in the back throwing stuff at hange #pettygirlboss

some r from aot junior high but I tried to expand on them and add more stuff :) hope u enjoyed

[whiskeynwriting]

Your latest Daddy Whiskey fic was perfection 🥹 please ignore if you’re not taking requests but if you are, I cannot stop thinking about Daddy Whiskey being away for a tough mission or even a long day at work, and you’re in bed all sleepy, tired. He comes in, joins you, slowly wakes you at 3am & begs you to let him be inside you, to just hold himself there while you lay face to face, cradling his head in your chest while he whimpers “just the tip baby cakes, daddy just needs the tip inside” 🥵

I Need You

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) praise kink, daddy kink (O. F. C.), dry humping, unprotected vaginal sex, established relationship, mentions of an age gap, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), mentions of vaginal fingering

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A/N: First of all, how dare you use my love for Daddy Whiskey against me. I am not currently taking requests, but how could I ignore this? HOW??? Second of all, this is so sexy, holy fuck this is so sexy!!!

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It’s late in the night when he comes home, well, more like early in the morning. You’d expected his arrival to be sometime this week - he couldn’t tell you which day. Wednesday night at three in the morning wasn’t what you were expecting, though. Then again, he’s come back at crazier times in the past. 

Jack had made your home secure enough that if you heard someone come in, you knew it had to be him. This is why you didn’t worry when you heard the front door open so late in the night. The sound woke you up, but not with fright. It made you smile. 

He steps softly when he walks in, not wanting to wake you up even though he knows he did. He's always so considerate. But when he comes into the room, he can’t help but walk over to you. A large, calloused hand smoothes its way over your forehead, his touch the gentlest it ever has been. He kisses you there, too, smiling against you. There’s also a soft hum, almost a moan. You’re so cute like this, sleepy and peaceful in your dreams. 

“I’m home, baby.” he knows you’re still sleeping, almost entirely, just barely awake enough to be aware of his presence. But he tells you he’s home, anyway. 

The incredible desire to lay beside you fills him to the brim, to just crawl beneath the covers and forget about the outside world. He’s missed you, longed for you, a weight taken off his shoulders the minute he saw you. But there’s dirt and sweat all over him; he wasn’t even able to change before coming home to you. 

In the next room over, he undresses fully, the soft rumble of the shower just barely keeping you awake. But you don’t mind; you want to see him. 

It doesn’t matter that it’s 3am, it doesn’t matter that he’s tired as hell, it doesn’t matter that he only saw half of your beautiful face - he can’t stop himself from thinking about you, seeing you, all of you. While he was gone he thought only of you, of your grabbable thighs, the incredibly smooth skin of your tits, the noises you always made whenever he touched you. But what made him fucking throb every time it crossed his mind, was the delicious space between your legs. He lost count of how many times he’d imagined eating you out, running his tongue over every inch of your pussy, fingering you while he sucked on your clit. He loved to do it, loved to taste you and feel your warm center on his face. When he was alone in his hotel room, he’d also think about how amazing it felt to slide inside you, filling you completely. How warm and tight your pussy always was, sucking him inside and making him pulse. With desperate attempts, he tried to replicate these sensations with his hand. He never could.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, resting his head against the tiled wall.

Water sprays over his head, Jack’s eyes closing as he takes in a deep breath. He considers touching himself, releasing over the shower drain so he doesn’t wake you with his needs. But he can’t bring himself to. After two weeks he can’t fucking stand his hand, he needs you. So, he moves through the motions, washing away the dirt and grime of his day. He washes his chest, his back, his stomach and legs, under his arms and his feet, even scrubs beneath his fingernails, too; he needs to be clean before he touches you. 

Heart racing inside his chest, he dries himself off while approaching your shared bed. He drops the towel on the ottoman, a small piece of furniture sitting at the end of the bed. He’d towel dried his hair, wiping off his body, but didn’t bother getting dressed. 

“Mm…” comes his soft grunt, lifting the covers on his side of the bed. 

Jack sighs as he situates himself beside you, snuggling closer and closer to your body. Happiness blooms inside your husband’s chest, his arms now beginning to wrap around you. 

“Jack,” you mumble tiredly, furrowing your brows while your eyelids still pretend to sleep. 

“I’m here, honey.” he replies, his voice quiet yet raspy. He must be so sleepy. “I’m here.” 

With gentle kisses, he begins to wake you slowly, his lips trailing across your face. It makes you grin, those plush lips pressing to your jaw, your cheek, your temple and your nose. 

“Baby,” you giggle, eyes still shut while you turn in his direction. 

In the darkness, Jack moans quietly, those strong arms pulling you into his chest. You intended to lay on your side, but Jack changes that. Easily, he rolls you onto your back, his own body now moving to cover yours beneath the sheets. Naturally, your legs spread for him, welcoming his pelvis between them. He lays over you, snuggling his arms between your back and the mattress as he holds you. The kisses he placed on your face now fall to your neck, his small noises waking you more and more. He mouths at you, his kisses becoming open-mouthed and wet. And then, he whines, a true whimper rumbling against you. Your brows furrow; is he alright? 

“Baby,”

“Hi baby,” you coo, lifting your hands to run your fingers through his still-damp hair. You’re awake now, fully conscious as you hold his tired body above you. His weight presses into you, but not painfully so, just enough for him to rest in your gentle, comforting embrace. 

“Baby,” he says again, huffing out a thick and heavy breath. “I need you.”

“I’m here, honey.” comes your mumbled response, your voice a beautiful sound to his ears. It calms him, you calm him. 

“Babycakes, let daddy love you.” he mumbles, burying his head into the curve of your neck.

He shuffles closer to you, pressing his body against you. Jack’s arms squeeze you tighter, shifting his pelvis closer to your center. That’s when you feel him move, hips grinding into your own and making him moan. 

“Honey, I need you.” your love repeats, whining again for you. 

Jack’s full lips rise to your ear, pressing sweet kisses before he nibbles your lobe. He then drops his head to your chest, his breaths becoming quick and heavy. 

“Daddy, it’s so late.” you sigh in return, fingers still combing slowly through his dark brown hair. 

“Please, baby, please. Please let me be inside you. Daddy’s so horny for you, baby.” 

You’re only wearing a tank top and panties, thin pieces of clothing that separate him from you. But even so, he rubs his face over your chest, feeling your plump flesh against his cheeks. His actions make you melt inside, your hands lowering slightly to cradle his face as he moans above you. By now he’s escalated from subtle grinding to full on thrusts, his lips parted while he breathes, while he leaks onto your shirt. Jack’s feral side starts to come out now, his tongue running along your collarbone and neck. And even though you’re still sleepy, you can’t deny that feeling Jack’s naked sex rut against you is making you wet. 

“Daddy thought about nothin’ but you,” he confesses, mouth sucking on you. “I only think about you.” 

“Hm… I love you, baby.”

“Daddy loves you, sugar, he loves you so much. He wants to put it in you.” 

He’s tired too, very obviously so. His thrusts are lazy and shallow, the muscles in his stomach and chest weak as they expand and contract. But no matter how tired he is, he wants you; he’ll beg for you if he has to. And that’s exactly what he decides to do. 

“I missed you,” your back arches against him, and he takes this as a sign to continue. 

Your body’s movements make him growl, briefly biting down on his lower lip. 

“Oh sweetheart, I missed you, too. You have no idea how much I missed you.” 

“Daddy,” finally you whine, starting to give in to him. 

“I missed how sweet and warm you are; kiss me baby, kiss your daddy.”

Immediately, you turn your head to the side, both hands sliding down to either side of Jack’s handsome face. Your lips capture his in a heated kiss, feeling him force out a breath through his nose. In the second kiss comes his tongue, sliding directly into your mouth. He makes you moan, his body and mouth, the way he feels and tastes. 

“Just the tip babycakes,” he breathily begs, “Daddy needs just the tip inside.” 

Your mouth opens, moaning quietly against him. With your hands still on his cheeks, he moves his head, pressing passionate kisses to your jawline and chin. 

“Can I do that, sweet pea? Will you let me?” 

“Yes, daddy.” you whimper, nodding your head. “Yes.” 

“Take this off, honey.” he’s tugging at the bottom of your shirt. “Take this off so daddy can be inside you.” 

Fuck, hearing him talk this way always ignites a fire inside you. You’d FaceTimed him a handful of times while he was gone, and when you called, he was always so sweet. He'd tell you how much he loves you, how much he misses you, tells you as much as he can about his day and even gives you kisses through the phone before you hang up. But no matter what he did, it was nothing compared to when he was really here. Your entire body burns bright with arousal and affection, complete adoration for the man that you love. 

“Daddy, I missed you.” you lean up, sliding your shirt off and tossing it somewhere on the ground. And when you come back down, Jack’s already taking your panties off for you.

“I’m here, baby, I’m home. Daddy came home to you.” again, he kisses your cheek, keeping his lips there as he settles his naked sex against you. 

While continuing to hold Jack’s beautiful face, he rests his forehead against you. One hand leaves your back, wrapping around his base as he finds your sensitive lips in the darkness. When you feel his tip brush against you, you gasp, his erection already sticky and wet. 

“Oh baby… that’s it…” 

Slowly, he slides his tip inside, moaning as your pussy begins to envelope him. So warm and welcoming, just like it always is, just like it always should be. 

“Baby,” he groans intensely, dropping his head to mouth at your chest. “More? Please more?”

“Yes daddy, more.”

Your quiet gasp mixes with the nighttime air as he continues forward, the room completely dark as you experience each other while tangled beneath the sheets of your shared bed. More follow the first, too, especially when Jack’s lips return to you. They drag messily down your cleavage, sucking on your plump curves before his tongue lays out across your right nipple, flicking the hardened peak oh so gently. He moaned intensely when you allowed him to experience more, the vibrations of his vocal expressions still rolling across your chest. 

“Yes,” your fingers cling to his hair when his hips meet your pelvis, widening your legs to make more room for him. 

Almost immediately, your legs wrap around his midsection, pulling him even closer to you. When you do this, you can feel even more of him, more of his gloriously toned and muscular body. Jack’s slightly softened stomach rests against yours, your calves rubbing against his toned sides and lower back as you hold him over you. And Jack loves when you do this, when you show him just how badly you’re yearning for him. 

“God,” Jack gasps, licking his lips. “You take it so good, always take it so good for me.” 

“I love when you talk to me.” you nearly cry out, feeling his hips grind into you. He still hasn’t retracted his hips, not in the slightest. 

“Yeah? You like when I tell you how good you’re bein’ for me?”

“Yes daddy,” you nod quickly, hurriedly, your chest pushing out against his smiling mouth. Turning his head to the side, he rubs his cheek over your plump tits, feeling your soft skin while he sighs. 

“Fuck,” he curses quietly, moving his hips back before sliding inside again. 

When he finally decides to move, he turns his head back to you, sucking your nipple into his wet mouth. His tongue rolls over you, your skin pebbled and stiff. 

“That’s it,” it comes out as a moan when he eventually builds a pace. “Ah, fuck baby.”

“Harder,” you whimper, clinging to him. “Please.” 

“Yeah? Does it feel good, honey? Daddy wants it to feel good, wants you to like him inside you.”

He’s rambling, almost incoherently. But he can’t stop himself, he’s waited for so long to be with you. He’s giving himself over to you, every time he’s with you, he gives himself entirely to you. 

“You feel so good, baby, you always do.” you promise to him, feeling yourself throb around his erection. 

Jack slides into you with much more strength than he put into his previously shallow ruts. You’re squeezing him tightly, hotly, and he honestly feels like he can’t breathe. It’s like a high to him, being with you, shoving himself inside you until he physically can’t anymore. 

“You’re gettin’ so loud, babycakes.” he whispers to you, lips mumbling over your breasts. “God, I’m not gonna last too much longer, sugar."

“I don’t want you to last long, daddy.” it’s a high whine, the noises you make when he punches deep. “I just want you inside me.”

“Yeah? You want daddy to cum inside? You gonna keep daddy inside you, baby girl?”

“Yes! Baby, please.” 

Slight stimulation is applied to your tingling bud every time he returns to your sensitive walls. His pelvis brushes against your clit, making you shiver and forcing your eyes to pinch shut. 

“Will you cum with me? Can you do that for me?” 

“Yes, baby, I’m already so close. You’re going to make me cum, daddy. And I want to, I want to, I want to, please.”

“Shh…” he tuts, pressing his forehead into the curve of your neck. His body is tensing, his breaths faltering. “Shh baby, I got you. You know I’ve got you.” 

“Y - yes, yes…” 

“Fall apart for me, fall apart in daddy’s arms, angel.” he whispers it to you, his voice restrained as his muscles start to let go, adrenaline pumping through him as he begins to release. 

Like so many times before this one, it feels like bliss. Jack feels your back arch up against him, his muscular arms tightening their hold as he thrusts down into you. Your hips jut upwards, rubbing against his pelvis while his own grinds against you. His release washes through him in waves, his body convulsing slightly, his erection throbbing profoundly. Your legs tighten around his lower back as you drench his length with your slick, your orgasm tearing through your limbs. You haven’t had a high as good as this since before he left, since the last time he was inside you. And while you cum, you can feel his sticky warmth flood into you, Jack’s mouth hanging open while he groans almost painfully alongside you. It makes you wonder how long it had been since he last let himself feel pleasure; he doesn’t often do it without you. 

Oh, how Jack missed the moans you gave when you came for him. He’s never felt happiness like this before you, never been loved so fully in the way that you do. Your limbs tangle around his body, holding him impossibly close while his own body does the same, each of you offering a sense of comfort you’re unable to find anywhere else. It’s so fulfilling, being home with you, having you. 

“Let me see it, honey.” he mumbles to you, calming his erratic breaths. 

You smile, giggling slightly. Sliding your hands down, you show him your left, and immediately, he kisses it. Not just anywhere, though, he kisses the finger holding your ring. 

“I hope you look at it every day and know how much I love you.”

He returns to your neck, snuggling into you. He’s softened entirely but still hasn’t pulled out; he just doesn’t want to. 

“I do, baby.” 

Your own body calms while being held in his arms, your fingers returning to stroke his now dry hair. He moans sleepily when you do so, rubbing his nose affectionately along your neck. He loves to be caressed by you. And while he lays over you, you lift your hand, staring at your ring once again. 

“I’m so proud to have you.” 

Like the gentleman he is, Jack cleans you before he does himself. He offers to help you with your clothes, but you wave a hand at him. You don’t even bother getting dressed, earning an enticed smile from him. You roll your own, tugging the blankets up over your shoulder. 

“Will you come hold me?”

“‘Course I will, baby.” the way he says it makes him sound exhausted, and he probably is. His muscles are aching, his joints sore and head beginning to pound. But still, he feels calm; he knows sleeping beside you will heal him. 

Turning on your side, you smile when Jack pulls you back to his chest. His arms loop their way around your body, his skin hot against yours. He rests his forehead against the back of your neck, yawning once he’s finally allowed to rest at your side. A small chuckle leaves your lips when you hear his tired groan. 

“What’s so funny?” he grumbles, eyes now closed. 

“My old man must really be tired, huh?” you tease, hearing another groan. 

“Your old man is exhausted, honey. You’re really givin’ me a run for my money.”

“How’s that, baby?”

“I can’t resist your body.” he admits openly, his fingers stroking your tummy. 

“Well, maybe you can also have it in the morning.” 

[underoossss]

sleepless night - s.h

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

warnings: none just pure fluff

an: i wrote this little blurb for y’all to enjoy. have some softness, have some cute boyfriend!steve. let me know if y’all enjoy it, i hope you do! this didn’t show up in the tags the first time so I’m going to try again. so if you read this already, thank you.

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The night is still cool around you as your eyes stare at the window. Steve’s chest rises and falls steadily, you can feel it from where you lie your head on top of his chest. Minutes, maybe hours, seem to pass by as you try every other technique you had read about to fall back asleep. You had counted backwards from 100 to 1, and instantly gave up when you reached 50 and realized you weren’t getting drowsy at all. Then you tried not thinking about falling asleep which made the ordeal even harder. Lastly you had kept your eyes set on the window, hoping the soft movement from the tree branches outside would lull you into your previous slumber.

It has been this way for more than a couple of weeks, you wake up around 3am and can’t get yourself to fall asleep again.

The tree branches  keep moving, their shadow decorates the bedroom’s floor thanks to the full moon outside, but no matter how hard you try to relax and sleep you can’t. You move away from Steve and settle yourself on your back. You can only stare at the ceiling for a few seconds before you change your position, remembering how you can’t ever fall asleep on your back either.

With a soft sigh, you give up on sleep altogether, deciding instead to continue reading your new book in the living room. Steve has an early morning shift later, he needs all the sleep he can get. If you keep moving around in bed you’re most likely going to wake him up. You keep the lights off as you make your way to the living room, only turning on the lamp next to the couch. It’s soft and warm, perfect for reading, and hopefully getting through some chapters will get you to fall asleep. Though you’re not entirely sure it’ll happen.

You make yourself comfortable with your book and a blanket, settling back on the armrest with a few pillows and opening your dog-eared page. A few sentences in, you manage to fall head first into the story, growing more and more curious about the heroine’s long awaited decision. She needs to choose between love and duty, and she’s struggling to find a way to have both…

Footsteps down the hall make you look up from your book, head turning to the right and toward the end of the hallway. Steve appears, looking soft and sleep rumpled. Grey sweatpants hang low on his hips, his chest bare to the cool night breeze coming in from the kitchen’s window. His hair is a mess, sticking out in different places —it endears you beyond words.

“Baby?” Steve’s voice is rough from sleep as he squints looking at you. “Can’t sleep?”

“No.” You shake your head, frowning slightly. “Did I wake you?”

Steve makes his way towards you, a yawn escapes his lips. “‘Couldn’t find you in bed. Came looking for you.” He sits on the couch, and places one of his hands on your leg. It moves from your ankle to your knee in a repeated motion. “Missed you.”

“At least one of us had to get a good night’s sleep.” You chuckle, placing your book on top of your stomach –all your attention towards him. “All my tossing and turning would have woken you... I guess I did anyway.”

“Woke up because I missed you.” Steve shakes his head, eyes still heavy with sleepiness and soft smile on his face. “What can I say, my baby’s got me wrapped around her finger.”

“Hmm, I can say the same about you.” You smile at him, chest swelling with warmth. You thought you would get used to this –the domesticity that came with living together– but every day it pulls at your heartstrings just the same. It’s always comfortable, it’s always beautiful, it makes your feelings grow unmeasurably. Your body bends slightly at the waist as you reach out to push some of his hair away from his face, fingers lingering in the back of his neck for a moment.

Steve’s eyes drift to your smiling lips and back to your eyes again, leaning in closer. “Come here.” He whispers.

The space between the two of you disappears as Steve moves close you, his lips capturing yours in a soft press of lips. Your lips part slightly and Steve angles his face just right to kiss you again, catching your bottom lip between his.

“I love you.” You whisper. “Even more when your hair is a mess.”

You feel Steve’s laugh briefly against your lips before he’s leaning back and away. He grabs a throw pillow from the other side of the couch and holds up the  blanket that’s currently covering your body.

“Scoot over a bit, yeah?” He mumbles. “I can’t sleep without you anymore.”

You comply with a hushed laugh of your own, moving closer to the edge and making yourself comfortable while Steve tries to do the same by your side. He sets the pillow down by your abdomen and lies down on his side, dropping the blanket over himself and your legs. His right arm drapes itself across your waist and one of his legs settles over yours. He hums in content, eyes closing with his lingering sleepiness as he drops a kiss on top of your pajamas.

It’s quiet for a few minutes, the two of you enjoying the stillness of the night and the warmth the other provides. You’re almost sure Steve fell back asleep but he speaks up once more.

“I’m sorry you can’t sleep lately.” He moves his hand so he can draw shapes on your belly, on top of your sleep shirt. His voice is muffled slightly by the soft cotton material. “Wish I could help.”

“I know, Stevie.” You whisper, heart warming at his care. He always showers you with so much of it that you feel that you glow from the inside out sometimes. “I’ve been looking for tips, they say lavender helps.”

You feel Steve nod against your side, his brow is furrowed in concentration. “Okay, we’ll get you some lavender… is it for tea?”

“Yeah.” You chuckle, fingers carding through his hair softly. “It can be for tea, there’s also soap.”

“Both then.” He yawns, cuddling closer to your side —his arm is a comfortable weight over your hips, his breath warm against the fabric covering your ribs. “Lavender tea, and soap for my baby.”

“Don’t you want to go to bed?” You ask softly, moving to stand from the couch but Steve pushes you down gently with a groan. “What?”

“Just keep reading beautiful, I’m very comfortable here.” Steve tells you, tilting his head back to look at you briefly —even sleepy, he sends a cheeky look your way. “Wrapped around your finger, remember.”

You smile softly at him and nod, pushing your fingers into his hair again as his breath starts to even out. Your hearts and breath seem to synchronize in the cool night and you pick up your book again to starts up your reading once more. You steal one last glimpse at Steve then, cuddling your body on the couch. The lamp light casts soft shadows on his face, and his lips are already parted slightly as sleep’s arms finally embrace him.

For a moment, you’re grateful for the insomnia you’re passing through, it gives you quiet moments like this. Moments often taken away from you by the sometimes hectic days and tired body that falls asleep the second it hits the mattress.

“Night, Stevie.” You smile softly at Steve and leave one of your hands on top of his as you go back to your book.

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IT IS 3AM AND I CANNOT SLEEP. TIME TO TALK ABOUT STAR TREK.

Wait okay so. Bonds. Vulcan bonds. Vulcan telepathic mating bonds.

At some point Spock’s going to go through Pon Farr again. And if he’s is in a relationship with Kirk and Bones, he’d probably bond with both of them? (Arguably he’s already bonded to  Kirk at the end of Amok Time. And Bones did carry SPOCK’S FUCKING SOUL KATRA in his head so that’s gotta count for something, right??)

Now, to my knowledge, we don’t really ever get a good look at what the bond DOES, canonically. But I’d imagine it’s like...a low-level awareness of the other person/people in the bond unless someone is focusing or very emotional. We DO know that all Vulcans share low-level telepathic bonds with those close to then, like friends and family (and apparently ALL VULCANS are part of a telepathic collective? Like they’re an almost-hivemind? WILD.)

So...what does this look like, from an outside perspective? I don’t imagine anyone ANNOUNCED this to the crew, both b/c it’s really not kosher for the three highest-ranking crew members to be in a relationship, and b/c you just. Don’t tell people “hey my boyfriend is going into heat so me and our OTHER boyfriend are going to let him fuck us into the ground” like???? Not to mention that NO ONE KNEW WHAT PON FARR WAS THE FIRST TIME?? Not only is Spock a closed-mouth dumbass, APPARENTLY the entire Vulcan race would rather let some people possibly die in space than let anyone know anything about their medical needs? Anyway.

Commander Spock is sick.

At first, you thought it was merely that he was fighting with the Captain or the Doctor (or both). He’s been slightly ...off for a while, not making as many comments as usual and not arguing with the Doctor and, in general, not looking in the Captain’s direction if he can help it. He seems much more tightly controlled than he has been for a long time, which is never a good sign. The bridge crew has definitely noticed, though no-one has called attention to it.

“It’s like Mom and Dad are fighting,” Chekov jokes uneasily in the breakroom one day. But, from the glances the others share, you can tell it’s not a joke. Not really.

And now Commander Spock is gone, and so is the Doctor. Worried glances are exchanged, but nothing is said. The Captain is looking increasingly frazzled, though he still jokes and talks to the bridge crew, doing his best to lighten the mood. Eventually, someone tentatively asks what’s wrong.

“I don’t know,” is the terrifying answer, “but Bones is with Spock, so he’ll be fine.“ That is more reassuring than it should be - the Captain’s faith in the Doctor is legendary, and documentedly well-deserved. If there’s something wrong with Commander Spock that Doctor McCoy can’t fix, likely no-one would be able to fix it.

But still. Commander Spock was sick, and now he’s gone, and he and the Captain and the Doctor were fighting and- a call comes in.

“Medical to Bridge.”

Yeoman Rand has stopped with a cup of coffee halfway to her mouth.

Lieutenant Uhura was gesticulating, and her arm drops.

The science officer manning Commander Spock’s console is white-knuckling the back of his chair.

The bridge is dead silent.

“Medical, this is Captain Kirk. What’s-”

“Jim, get your ass down here right now.“

The comm cuts out. The Captain looks surprised, then grim.

“Sulu, you have the conn.”

“Aye, sir.”

The Captain vaults over the console and sprints to the lift, and then he is gone.

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The rest of your shift passes, mostly in tense silence. There is no further communication from Medical. Acting Captain Sulu glances at the comm occasionally, but otherwise doesn’t show any sign of worrying. Others are not so composed, but no-one breaks or makes a scene. That’s about as good as you can expect, considering.

Next Alpha shift, it’s Doctor M’Benga that gives an update, not Doctor McCoy. That alone would be anxiety-inducing, but the update itself is worse, as is the fact that M’Benga looks supremely uncomfortable. Is he lying? Is it worse than he says?

“Commander Spock’s suffering from an affliction that caused his mental shielding to fail. He’s been isolated in his quarters, with Doctor McCoy monitoring and Captain Kirk standing by to help. Please try to avoid going to Deck 6 if you can; it will be harder for him to rebuild his shielding if there are mental presences nearby.“

Later, you will think about how clever that sequence of not-lies was. In the moment, you are worried for the safety of  the three highest-ranking crew members of the Enterprise.

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Every shift starts with a reassurance that everyone is still alive, but no real information is present. You do your best to not think about it. Helmsman Sulu and Lieutenant Uhura trade off the Acting Captain position. Chief Engineer Scotty comes up from Engineering one day to be Acting Captain - under other circumstances, that would have been a fun day. He jokes as much as the Captain does, but he has a different sense of humor. And he invites the crew to go out drinking after shift. (You all politely ignore the fact that there isn’t supposed to be any alcohol on board - the Engine Still is an open secret at this point.)

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[florrentine]

insomnia's proved itself to be a funny side effect to having the ability to sleep in a real bed again every night ------- a fact her mind and body don't seem to want to acknowledge for more than a few hours at a time. ( this is what she gets for forcing herself into being a light sleeper over the last few years; teaching herself to sleep with one eye and one ear open just in case. )

so the irony of her situation isn't lost on her; especially when she checks the time on the clock on her beside table and is greeted with the right angle that is 3AM.

she's already done her usual indoor course, wandering from room to room and back again; but now that there's a proper wall with all those nightmares - made - real well out of sight on the other side of it, a walk out in the cool air might serve her better than another lap around her place.

what she doesn't expect to find is company when she opts to walk down to the lake-- a still new but already familiar figure standing by the shore. "and here i thought i was the only wandering night owl in town," she makes a point to announce herself even though she's still several footsteps away --- last thing she wants to do is surprise him by popping up beside him on the shore with no warning.

@innerwar / rick ; ❛ can’t sleep? ❜

"yeah. gave up trying." she sighs while she tugs on the cuffs of her shirt until they cover her hands up to her fingertips. "i hear it's wildly overrated anyway. so -- same for you?"