#but i have been awake since 6:30am

[betweenblackberrybranches]

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[ahaura]

morning

[allaboutsturns]

𝓒𝓪𝓷 𝓘 𝓢𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽?

christopher sturniolo x reader

warnings: minor angst

summary: you’ve been living with the triplets for about 6 months now. you’ve always kind of had a thing for chris and you thought maybe he felt the same way. your guess is confirmed when one night chris asks to sleep in your room after a nightmare.

contains: fluff, minor angst, cuddling, sad chris, reciprocated feelings.

• 2:30am

i shift in bed as i am woken up by three soft knocks at my bedroom door. i bring my hands up to my eyes rubbing the sleep away.

my head tilts to the side slightly as three more gentle knocks are heard at my door. i clear my throat and manage to hum a response to the knocks, “hm?”

“y/n..?” i hear a familiar voice mutter from the other side of the closed door. i pull the comforter off of my body and throw my legs off the side of the bed placing my feet on the ground and standing up.

i walk over to the door, my feet dragging across the floor as exhaustion moves throughout my tired body. once i get to the door, i lift a hand and grab the doorknob, twisting it and pulling the door open ever so slightly.

my eyes are met by chris’s tired gaze. he looks sad, restless even. “chris..?” i murmur, my voice cracking slightly since it hadn’t acclimated to being awake yet.

he shifts his gaze to the floor and raises a hand to the back of his neck, “i’m sorry.. did i wake you..?” he mumbles quietly, almost too quiet for me to hear. he looks back up at my face and i nod in response to his question.

“can i.. actually no. this is stupid, i’m so sorry for waking you up. goodnight..” he says frantically as his fingers fidget with one another, his body turning to walk away. i place a hand on his shoulder gently, inviting him to come into my room.

“what’s up, chris?” i ask quietly, my voice sympathetic as a worried expression washes over the features of my face. i walk over and sit down on the end of my bed, patting the mattress, signaling for chris to sit beside me.

he steps into my room and closes the door behind him slowly before shuffling towards my bed and sitting down beside me. he stares at the floor the entire time and i just look at him, my eyes fixated on him. his hair falls into his face and i can no longer get a clear visual of his sad expression.

he finally opens his mouth to respond to my previous question, “i just. can i sleep in here tonight..?” he asks nervously. my eyebrows furrow with confusion at his question. chris has never been good at sleeping alone, it was always easier for him to have another body present. it made him feel safer, but he has never asked to sleep in your room. he would always ask one of his brothers, matt or nick.

“yeah of course.. why though?” i ask gently. his body shifts uncomfortably and he barely moves his head to look at me. i can see his tired eyes through his brunette hair.

“i had a nightmare…” he whispers quietly, his voice slightly breaking with each words as his eyes began to well with tears. i frown before placing a hand on his back and tracing mindless shapes with my finger tips.

he always loved when i would rub his back. sometimes when i was sitting on the couch or we were all watching a movie together he would lay his head in my lap and ask me to rub his back. it always made him smile and most of the time he would fall asleep within 10 minutes.

“do you wanna talk about it, love?” i say softly. by now i’ve noticed the tears threatening to escape his eyes and it rips at my heart. i have never seen this boy cry and it would absolutely break me to witness that.

he sniffles as a single tear manages to escape his eye, “uh.. it was..” he pauses, taking in a shakey breath, “it was about you..” he says so quietly i almost didn’t hear him.

my expression shifts to one of confusion for one single second before i wipe the tear away from his face with my free hand, “what about me, hon..?” i ask. i always used pet names for chris, he loved it and i loved the way it made him smile almost every time.

his body started to shake as more tears fell, his breathing slightly picking up, “you.. we were..” he stuttered, his voice breaking.

“we were in a car accident and i..” he paused, taking a deep breath in through his nose, “i couldn’t save you.. and you d..” sobs erupted from his body as he fell into me, gripping the fabric of my tank top tightly.

i moved my hand from his back to his head and started gently playing with his hair. my free hand resided on his cheek as tears collected under it, my thumb gently moving back and forth on his cheek.

“oh my love..” i whisper into his hair. i can feel his body heave with each panicked breath he takes, “chris, baby.. look at me, please..?” i say, my tone sympathetic. for a moment we just sit there with him in my arms before he slowly looks up at me, his eyes red and puffy. i frown as tears threaten to escape into the world but i blink them away.

“i’m okay, i’m still here and i’m okay.. i promise.” i say with a gentle smile, “i’m not going anywhere..” i say placing my forehead to his, shutting my eyes. his eyes are now shut as well.

i pull away and stand up slowly, “let’s get you comfy,” i say as i reach out a hand for him to grab. i help him up off my bed and walk over to the side of the bed that’s still relatively untouched. i pull the comforter back and look up at chris, “here, hon. lay down,” i say, my words followed by a small yawn. he lays himself onto the mattress and i bring the covers up to his shoulders, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. he pushes his head into the kiss.

i pull away and walk over to my side of the bed. i lay down and pull the covers up to my neck, turning my body to face the boy. i lift the covers up slightly, inviting him to lay in my arms. he scoots closer resting his head in the crook of my neck as he snakes his arms around my body, pulling me even closer to him. i can tell he’s trying to get as close to me as he can.

“goodnight, sweet boy,” i whisper into the top of his head lovingly. i can feel his breathing against my neck. it’s finally slowed since he was able to match my breathing.

“y/n..” he mumbles into my neck. i hum a response with closed eyes, “mhm..?”

“i love you.. thank you,” he whispers so quietly i’m almost convinced he didn’t even hear his own words. i kiss the top of his head and smile gently, “i love you..” i reply, my voice tired.

he shakes his head slightly, “no.. i love you,” he says, pulling his head away from my neck and looking at me. i open my eyes and look at him, a smile tugging at my lips.

“i know, chris. i love you,” i reply, already knowing what kind of love he meant. it was very reciprocated. his face barely twists in confusion before he smiles softly at me.

“can i kiss you..?” he asks, i can hear the subtle nervousness in his voice. even though i’ve known he had feelings for me since nick accidentally let it slip when him and i were hanging out, it still shocks me.

i smile and nod my head. he lets out a little chuckle, “words please, sweetheart,” he musters. he’s never used a pet name for me and as soon as he did i felt my cheeks flush a deep red, “yes you can, chris,” i say, giving him the verbal permission he wanted.

a second passes before he finally connects his soft lips with mine. i lean into the kiss, not wanting it to end. it’s nothing like how i imagined it would be in the sense that it made me feel so alive and loved. my stomach filled with butterflies.

chris pulled away from the kiss before placing another gentle kiss on my forehead. a smile spreads across both of our faces and he moved his head back to the crook of my neck.

“can i take you on a date tomorrow?” he asks, his eyes now closed as well as mine.

“yeah.. i’d like that,” i reply, sleep slowly taking over my body.

“okay awesome..” he whispers.

our breathing is synced and our hearts beat together as we give in to sleep. his body heat comforts me. this is the best sleep i’ve ever gotten and i won’t ever want it to be any other way from here on out.

• 3:10am

divider by: @/Kafekitsune

thank you so much for reading! this is the first time i’m uploading something i’ve written to the public so i apologize about any mistakes and what not! hope you enjoyed!

- ace <3

[mrsevans90]

Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 6

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Warnings: Smut and drama, ex-boyfriend breaking restraining order, protective Sy, language.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading! 

Part 5

I’m half asleep, half-awake when I feel movement across my chest. I’m still too deep to realize it might be a threat before I feel gentle lips press against my stomach and I groan. My groan brought me closer towards consciousness and I opened my eyes with a start to see Emma’s beautiful blues staring right back at me from my stomach. I relax as I watch her press gentle kisses across my abs as she makes her way lower. Her body is hidden by the sheet but still accentuated her ass up in the air. She reaches for my morning wood and looks at me for permission. I sleepily nod at her and she immediately engulfs my cock into her mouth.

“Fucking shit, sugar.” I rasp, my voice laced with sleep as I wrap my hands in her hair. She creates the perfect pace as she bobs up and down before she gags on my cock. I bite my fist so that I can gather my wits without screaming the place down. With one hand on my shaft, the other around my nuts, she continues working on me and just a few minutes later I’m spurting my seed right down her throat. She swallows greedily and sucks me thoroughly through my release until the oversensitivity has me spasming. She kisses her way back up my body only to lay against me and place a kiss on my lips. 

“Good morning.” She says sweetly.

“It sure as hell is now. You sure know how to wake me up.” 

“I was hungry and needed my breakfast.” She whispers seductively and I flip over on top of her.

“Well, I’m starving so if you don’t mind, I’d like some more of that peach I tried last night.” I say before I make my way down her body and gaze upon her perfect pussy.

“I can’t believe you actually like eating women out.” She whispers.

“Wrong, I love eating YOU out. You are my favorite dessert. Now let me get to it, sugar.” She squeals as I dive right in. I nurse off of her clit and slide two fingers in and in no time at all Emma is moaning and squirming. 

“Fucking hell, Austin. I’m gonna cum!” She shouts as she grinds against my tongue. I hold her hips still as I work her towards her release. She cums exuberantly with a moan and her essence soaks my face with the most sensual taste. We lay back and I pull Emma into my arms. 

“You’re unreal at that. Like you should write a book so that all the men in the world can learn to do that.” She says and I chuckle.

“Why would I give away trade secrets? I had to learn these techniques on my own. That’s like giving away a recipe that’s been in your family for years.”

“But at the expense of women’s pleasure all around the world.” She tries to convince me. 

“You’re one to talk. You’re quite skilled in the oral sex department as well.” I say and she blushes bright red. 

“What time is it anyway?” I ask.

“A little after eight. Got somewhere to be?” I blanche. 

“Seriously? It’s that late? I don’t have anywhere to be but I don’t think I’ve slept past 6:30am since I was in high school. Army kinda breaks that habit but you musta really wore me out.”

 “I’m glad you slept so well. Seemed like you needed it but I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.”

“Mmm. You can always wake me up like that, Sugar. I better get up and take Mills out. I bet he’s gotta whiz like a race horse. ” 

Emma giggles. “I already took him out. I had to pee so I took Aika and Mills out after and then came back to wake you up.”

“You went outside naked?”

“No! I grabbed one of your t-shirts.” She tilted her head in the direction of my dresser.

“Now that’s a sight I’d like to see. C’mon woman, let me make ya some breakfast.” I tell her with a light smack to her ass.

She climbs out of bed and I watch her saunter towards me as I open my underwear drawer and throw on a pair of boxers. She reaches past me, grabs herself a pair of my boxers before throwing on my favorite red DILLIGAF shirt. Those letters have never looked so good as they do now spread across her voluptuous tits. It’s so large on her that it covers her ass and you can’t even tell she has boxer shorts on under it. She runs her fingertips down my pecs and abs while gently scratching before she turns and heads down the stairs. I’m hot on her tail as I quickly lift her up bridal style and set her on the countertop. I start grabbing the ingredients that I’ll need for eggs, bacon, and biscuits. Emma turns around behind her and starts making coffee.

“Your grandma lets you make canned biscuits?” She chuckles and I smirk. 

“She never taught me how to make homemade ones. Plus, that would take way too long. The canned ones are good.” 

“Okay, I’ll agree that the canned ones are yummy but they’ve got nothing on my homemade ones. I doubt you have everything I need, but next time I’ll make some.” 

“Next time, huh? How presumptuous.” I tut.

“Shut up.” She playfully kicks at my butt and I arch my eyebrow at her. Emma works on readying the biscuits for the oven and when the coffee brews, she pours us both a cup. I smile at the domesticity that engulfs us at this moment.

We eat our breakfast in comfortable conversation and I still can’t believe how well I slept. I feel more rested than I have in months.

“What would you be doing if I wasn’t here right now?” Emma brought me from my thoughts.

“Honestly, I’d probably be working out, or I’d be building something on the property. I might be out in the woods with the dogs.” 

“Well, don’t let me stop you.” She replied.

“Trust me Sugar, I don’t have any intentions of letting you out of my sight.” 

“How about you run me back to my place so I can get a change of clothes and then we can take the dogs on a walk?”

“I don’t know that I want to take you back to your place for clothes. I like you just in this.” I reply with a smirk.

“I can’t walk around in just your shirt, mister.” 

“I’d love that, actually.”

“Oh, you’d like other people looking at me practically naked?” I grumble an “over my dead body” before looking back at her.

“Well, let’s go get you some clothes and take these pups on a hike. I wanna take a look at that hot water heater and sink when I get over there though.” She looks at me and arches an eyebrow. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m going to see what needs to be fixed while you get yourself dressed. Pack yourself a little bag and I’ll bring you home Sunday night.” I tell her and she smiles and nods. I suddenly remember I’m supposed to head over for lunch at Nana’s on Sunday. “It may be really weird to ask this or way too soon, but would ya like to come with me to lunch at my grandparent’s house Sunday?” I ask her. 

“Are you sure they wouldn’t mind? I don’t want to intrude on family time.” She replies.

“My nana would be happier than a pig in sunshine, Sugar. She’s been wanting to meet the new vet in town.” I tell her truthfully.

“They won’t think it’s weird that you’re bringing me though? I mean, we’ve technically only had two dates.” Emma admonishes.

“My nana may be a bit nosy, but they respect the fact that I’m grown and am gonna do what I want to. If anything, she’ll likely try and convince me to put a ring on your finger the second she meets you.” I chuckle. “That woman has been asking for me to give her great grandkids since I was 21. I swear at this point she’d be okay with me getting someone pregnant outta wedlock just so she can have some grandbabies. She don’t mean any harm by it though, so don’t worry.”  

“Well, maybe one day she’ll get her wish. For now, I hope she’ll be okay with you introducing me as your friend.” We get dressed, Emma putting on her clothes from last night, and load up in my truck with the dogs in the backseat to head toward her home. When we get there, we get inside and I take a look around. The house is decorated somewhat plainly and mostly white and grey with little hints of teal blue throughout. I spot teal throw pillows on the couch, a blue painting on the wall, blue utensil canister in the kitchen. It’s understated, simple and clean, and like it.

“Point me in the direction of the water heater, Sugar.” She leads me to the laundry room and shows me the water heater.

“I’m going to be in my bedroom changing, if you need me.” 

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Darlin’. I gotta take a look at this water heater.” I smirk and pat her ass as she walks off, the two dogs hot on her trail. Aika is very interested in smelling her new surroundings and Mills just seems happy to be included. I chuckle as I watch him clumsily trail down the hallway, goofy little thing.

The water heater is old, but seems to be in working condition. I turn up the heat dial on the water heater since I think it’s too low to see if that helps her not run out of hot water and make my way to the kitchen sink. She said it was working a little funny so I take a look at it. It doesn’t drain correctly at all and see that she’s bought some drano to try and release whatever’s clogging it. I’d bet my last paycheck that the previous owner poured grease down the sink and that’s the problem. People oughta know better. I can come back with a drain snake but I’ll likely have to replace the pipes underneath to clear out whatever is clogging the p-trap. While I’m looking at the sink, I hear somebody knocking loudly on the door.

“Sy? Can you get that?” I hear Emma ask from what I assume is her bedroom. Hopefully I can see that room before we leave. 

“Sure, darlin’.”

“Emma? Are you in there?” I hear someone yell with another round of knocks as I slowly stand up and make my way to the door. Aika makes her way directly to me on high alert. She seemed to be more alert simply because of the new surroundings, but her demeanor now shows she’s on guard.

I halfway open the door to see a man with brown slicked back hair, and dressed somewhat preppy in a button up and slacks that look a bit too small. I immediately get a douche vibe from this guy who looks at me with a mixture of shock and an air of uppity disdain. 

“Can I help you?” I ask the stranger.

“Oh, I thought this was Emma Miller’s address. I must have been told wrong... but wait, that’s her jeep in the driveway. Who are you?”

“I’m Sy, but I think I should be askin’ who you are.” I arch my eyebrow at him.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He mutters under his breath with an eye roll. “Oh, um. I’m Colin. Is Emma here?” My stare hardens. Colin… is this the ex boyfriend? Seriously?

“Sy? I’m ready! Who’s at the door?” I hear Emma come around the corner toward the hallway in her hiking outfit and instinctively close the door a bit more so Colin can’t see her. 

“One moment.” I tell the guy who looks beyond irritated that I’m not the 5’6” blonde he was hoping for.

“Remind me sugar, don’t you have a restraining order on that douche bag ex of yours?” I mutter lowly so he can’t hear.

“…yeah, why?”

“Might wanna call the cops and add stalking to the charges.” I murmur back to her.

“EMMA!” Colin yells and pushes hard against the now cracked door that I have my foot pressed against to stop it from opening. The door barely budges.

Emma steps back with a panicked look. “What the fuck is he doing here? How did he find out where I live?” She whispered, her eyes wide as saucers. 

“Emma, just let me talk to you and then I’ll leave. I just need you to hear me out. Five minutes, I swear.” Colin bellows from the door.

“You need to step back.” I grunt murderously and push the door shut throwing the lock on it. Colin immediately begins yelling Emma’s name and banging on the door.

“The rest of the doors and windows locked?” I ask and she nods. The poor thing looks petrified.

“Want me to get rid of him?” I ask her gruffly.

“I… I can’t even think. Should I call the cops? I don’t want him in my house. I can’t believe he showed up here. I don’t know how he even found me. What if he shows up again and I’m alone?” I hear her ask more to herself than to me. I reach for her shaking hands that she now has framing her face in shock.

“Baby, I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You know that, right? Trust me? My cousin is a police officer, I’ll send him a text and have him come out. If you want to listen to him, it seems like now’s a good time while I’m here and Walt on his way. It’ll at least keep him here until the cops show up.” Colin bangs on the door again startling Emma. I look down at my phone and send Walt a text with an SOS and Emma’s address. I wait a moment and Walt responds with an “omw” text. Thank God for Walt. I need to buy him a round next time we go out.

“You don’t have to worry. I can get rid of him and you don’t have to see him or say a word if you want. You are safe, Sugar.” I tell her and kiss her temple. Emma wraps her arms around me and I can hear her heart racing.

“I guess I’ll see what he wants. I wouldn’t put it past him to show back up when you’re not here. Don’t leave me?” She asks nervously. 

“Not a chance, darlin’.” I wait a moment and open the door and Colin steps back as I push my way towards him trying to look over my shoulder at Emma and we walk on the front porch with her angled behind me. 

“Emma, just let me explain myself. Do you mind?” He looks at me and scoffs. “I sure do. Say what you need to say before I kick your sorry ass all the way back to Bama.” He sneers at me before ignoring me and looking at Emma.

“Listen, Scarlett and I are done. We broke up and I realized I was wrong. I want you back, baby.” Emma scoffs.

“Not a chance in hell, Colin. You’ve made your bed and now you can lay in it. Is that all?” I watch Emma out of the corner of my eye as I stand firmly in front of Colin. I cross my arms across my chest and flex my biceps just to make my muscles that much more menacing.

“Don’t do this. I still love you and I know you still love me. Just give me another chance. We can even buy a house and get married like you always wanted.”

“Oh, Colin, how generous of you.” Emma states with pure sarcasm. “Leaving your mistress to finally commit to me after cheating on me repeatedly and without shame for months while I worked tirelessly to repair our relationship. You’re practically prince charming.” She sneers. “You tried to convince me that I was crazy for suspecting something was going on when in reality, I was right. How dare you show up to my new life and think you have any business even being in my presence. You hurt me not just emotionally, but physically. You are pathetic and I regret every moment spent with you. I now know what it feels like to be valued and appreciated, and I never want to see you again. Go home. Go back to Scarlett or whatever other tramp you find and wallow in your unhappiness. Leave me alone.” I feel the pride for Emma radiate from my body. I can tell that she has been bottling this up for who knows how long and I hope she feels relief at finally getting to say her peace.

“I know you’re angry, but you’re talking crazy. I took you on romantic vacations and dates and treated you so well. You can’t tell me you regret all of the good times we had. We’ve known each other our whole lives and I’m not allowed one mistake? Besides, you were working late and never home. You were neglecting me and our relationship. You’re really going to throw away the history that we have for some meathead like this?” Colin says while pointing his thumb at me and I growl deep inside my chest. He can say whatever he wants to me but I will not allow him to say anything else patronizing to her.

Emma stands straighter. “He is more of a man than you’ll ever be. And, just for your information, I’m doing just fine on my own. I don’t need or want you in my life. I’m happier now than I ever have been.”

I see Walter’s truck rounding the corner followed by a squad car with its lights on but no sirens and breathe a sigh of relief. I could easily take this fucker if I needed too, but I’d rather let the law handle it. 

“You called the cops on me again, you stupid bitch?” Colin screams when he sees the lights coming toward him. Emma immediately steps back and I lurch in front of her. I’ve easily got about three inches of height and at least thirty pounds of muscle on this guy, and I almost dare him to throw the first punch. I’d love to smash this fucker to the ground.

My fists are so tight that my knuckles are white as I look him in the eyes and with my Captain’s voice. “Don’t you dare fucking speak to her like that again. You’re the one breaking the law by being here.” I growl and Walt comes flying over to me. The cop he brought with him, Justin, is also someone I’ve known my whole life. Justin immediately grabs Colin and pulls him toward the cop car to question him. I can hear Colin’s whiny voice immediately lying and saying that Emma invited him here to talk and I was interrupting.

“Walt.” I grit through my tense jaw in greeting to my cousin who is looking at Emma and then back at me. Walt responds with a stern nod before looking to Emma.

“I’m Walter Marshall.” He greets Emma and shakes her hand and she introduces herself.

“I’m so sorry you’ve had to come out here.” She apologizes.

“It’s not a problem. Tell me what’s going on?” 

“That’s my ex-boyfriend, Colin Wright. I had to get a restraining order from him in Alabama before I moved out here. He got violent with me several months ago when I changed the locks on my apartment and the police were called. I don’t know how he found me, but he just showed up at my house. I’ve only lived here for about a month and he shouldn’t know where I live. My parents and best friend are the only ones who should have my address. His uncle is an officer in Alabama and got him out of trouble last time.”

“Okay, do you have the restraining order with you? I’d like to look it over but it should still apply. Violating a restraining order is a class A misdemeanor and should be difficult for anyone to get him out of, although it doesn’t constitute much jail time unfortunately.”

Walt follows us inside as Emma retrieves the legal documents to show them to Walter. I’m silently seething as she explains the situation. I relax slightly when I hear Walter tell Justin to read him his rights and book him for violating a protection order. Emma seems so embarrassed even though she has done nothing wrong. I just want to scoop her up and take her back to my house and hold her so that she feels safe again.

“Alright, we’ve arrested him but now that he has your address, I suggest you get some security at your house. An alarm system, video doorbell camera and a few surveillance cameras around the property would be a good idea to keep you from being surprised in the future. If he ever shows back up, call the police. I’ll give you my personal cell phone number as well since you’re Sy’s girl.” Walter tells her.

“Thank you so much, Walter. I’m sorry we had to meet like this but it was nice to meet you.” 

“You too. Sy, you good?” Walter asks.

“Yeah, man. Thanks for running out here before I smacked the guy. Appreciate it.” I tell him as we shake hands and Walter heads back to his truck. As soon as he leaves, Emma stands up and I can see her arms shaking.

“Sugar, you okay?”

“I just… I’m just so frustrated. How did this happen again? This was supposed to be a new start without him around. I don’t know how he found me and I just want to feel safe again. I’m so tired of this shit tainting everywhere I go. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before the town starts gossiping about the new vet’s man trouble.”

I gently place my hands on her shoulders to stop her pacing and pull her towards me. I hold her in my arms tightly and as soon as I do she breaks down. I hold her and rub along her back as the sobs slow down.

“Darlin’ you need to not think about any of that. Who gives a shit what other people think? You’ve done nothing wrong and you’re just trying to live your life. You are safe here, and I’ll do my damnest to show you that. Now, you want to go to my house or you still feel like going on a hike?” I ask and she whispers, “nature might help me calm down” into my neck. “Alright, how about after our hike we go and get you some security stuff for the house. I can install it tonight and we can order some dinner here. That sound okay?” She just nods and I give her a gentle kiss. We load up the dogs in my truck and I take her to one of my favorite trails to walk Aika. It’s not very well known and about half way through there is a stream that runs through it which is a perfect rest spot. I notice Emma seems lost in her thoughts and I just keep quiet. I know she needs time to process everything and I want to be a quiet presence to help her but not overwhelm her. We’d barely spoken by the time we got to the stream and I’m starting to really wonder what’s going on in her mind. I let the dog’s romp around in the shallow water as I point to a large rock to rest on. Emma sits beside me and I wrap my arms around her.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I ask.

“Oh gosh, just trying to process what just happened. I’m sorry I’m so complicated. You were probably just looking for something easy and fun and I’m just a mess with a ton of baggage.” She places her head in her hands and chuckles without humor.

“Sugar, I got more baggage than you could imagine. You’re not complicated, you’re just human with human problems. If I was looking for something easy, I would’ve fucked and ducked, but I’m not interested in that. I’ve had my share of one-night stands but you…darlin’ you are different in the best way.” 

Part 7

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Random Thought: Klaus Mikaelson

Insomnia

Klaus would be happy to stay up with you whenever you can’t sleep.

He doesn’t know that you have insomnia at first and it takes him a little while to realize. He is a bit put off by the fact that you don’t stay overnight at his house when you spend the night together though he stays with you as often as he can. You would be up all night, in and out of sleep on occasion with him wrapped around you while you read on your phone knowing that you would sleep even less in a different bed.

The first night you finally stayed with him (after he begged, planning to have his chef make you both breakfast in bed and show you how nice staying with him can be) he snuggled you to his chest and fell asleep around midnight. He assumed you were asleep too and the only problem was there was no plug close enough to charge your phone so once it died, you were just laying there unable to sleep.

After an hour and a half you needed to move and slithered your way out of his grip, giving him a pillow to hold onto. You went to the bathroom before settling into the giant beanbag he had put in his art room for you and hunkering down with a book. You only planned to stay there until you felt like you could drift off to sleep and before you knew it, it was 3:30am and the door creaked open to reveal a half asleep Klaus with a confused look on his face.

‘What are you doing? It’s 3:30, my Princess should be fast asleep.’ His voice was deep and rough with sleep as he crouched beside you, caressing your thigh as he awaited your response.

‘I just can’t sleep, it’s okay. You should go back to bed Nik.’ You didn’t want to tell him about your insomnia, you were embarrassed that your body can’t do one of the most basic human functions.

‘Hey.’ He took hold of your chin and brought it up to face him, clearly seeing you weren’t being truthful and waiting patiently for you to come clean (something he only does for you). ‘Talk to me lovely. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.’

You took his hand in yours and sighed. ‘I don’t sleep well, ever, I never have. Not since I was 8 or 9 at least, I was diagnosed with insomnia when I was 10. It’s okay. Go back to sleep Nik, I-‘

‘Why didn’t you tell me? All this time I’ve been staying with you and you’ve been awake, unable to sleep while I could’ve helped you.’ You had to smile at that, Nik always thought he could fix everything that you had a problem with, hating when you were sick or upset. ‘I’ll make you some tea. Go lay back in bed Princess.’ He helped you up before going to make you tea.

Klaus made you chamomile tea every night from then on, you don’t know what he did to it as you’d tried tea a million times, but it gave you sleep for a solid 5-6 hours before you woke up again. Klaus would stay up with you the nights you still couldn’t sleep, sometimes compelling you to sleep on nights it was awful. He also took to taking naps with you in the daytime when tiredness overwhelmed you, it was actually something he enjoyed quite a bit.

Klaus finding out about your insomnia actually doubled your snuggle time so it was 100% worth it.

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[aralezinspace]

Send Me to Sleep

Requested by anonymous: fluff with insomniac reader and the prompt "why are you still up?"

A/N: Here have some tooth rotting fluff, I am not responsible for your dental bills xD fun fact, the thing Dream does to help reader sleep is the same thing I do to get my tiny humans to go to sleep, made this slightly bittersweet to write b/c after next Friday I won't be working with tiny kids anymore i'll be working with college age kids ANYWAY hope you enjoy!! 💖💖

~~Requests are open!~~ ~~Current WIPs~~

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

It was almost as if the ticking of your antique alarm clock was mocking you, loudly reminding you of every passing second you spent awake when you should be dead to the world.

Your insomnia was nothing new, it had plagued you since college. It was conditional on your stress levels, which was somewhat ironic: the more stressed you were, the less you slept. The less you slept, the more stressed you became.

Since figuring out that pattern your senior year, you had done everything you could to keep your daily life stress free enough for you to sleep, and it had been working out for the most part, aside from busy times of the year when work, family, and friends all collided in a few hectic weeks. Times of the year like Christmas, the height of summer, and for some reason, the entire month of April.  

This week was not supposed to be one of them.

You stuffed your face into your pillow to muffle your frustrated scream. It was now going on 3:30am, and you had to be up and getting in the shower at 6. You sat up with a heavy sigh and ran your fingers through your hair. Sleep was obviously not coming tonight, so you decided to get some chores done around your apartment.

Under the hot spray of the shower two and a half hours later, you groaned as you felt the heaviness behind your eyes that indicated your body was ready for sleep. Of course it had to happen when you were getting ready for yet another busy day at work… which would probably stress you out to the point where you wouldn’t be able to sleep, or your body would just shut down out of sheer desperation.

“Ugh, Dream’s gonna kill me,” you grumbled into your towel. “Well it’s not like there’s anything I can do about it.”

If anyone else had been this invested in your sleep schedule, it would have been extremely weird. But the fact that it was your partner, the ruler of the Dreaming and Nightmare realms. Sleeping was kind of his thing, and once again the irony was not lost on you: a conditional insomniac, in love with the literal sandman.

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Your day was just one thing after another, mostly phone calls. More than the usual volume at work, then a call from your dad, then another one from your aunt for some reason, then one from your brother that you sent straight to voicemail just to have a break. Future you thanked past you for that, turns out he just wanted to once again complain about his boyfriend.

When you got home, your mind was fuzzy with exhaustion, and your body jittered and shook from the after effects of the four cups of coffee required just to get through it all. You felt like crap, and probably looked like crap too.

You shambled through changing into your pajamas and making dinner, barely tasting the food as you chewed. You barely registered what episode you were on, thankfully it was a show you had seen before. Your “bedtime” wasn’t for another two hours; you were ready to drop, but fucking up your sleep schedule even more was a recipe for disaster.

You dragged your hands down your face and groused, “Ugh fuck me.”

“With pleasure.”

The rumbling chortle came from the shadows by your front door, making you spring to your feet. The rush of adrenaline rendered you wide awake, at least long enough to process who was currently standing in your apartment.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as Dream of the Endless strode into the light of your living room, hands in the pockets of his signature coat. It slowly dropped from his face as he took in more of your appearance: the blue, almost black bags under your eyes, the pallor of your skin, the slump of your body as if the immense burden of his responsibilities rested on your shoulders.

“My love,” he pressed, almost like a parent trying to get the truth of some mischief out of a child, “It has been some days since I have felt you in the Dreaming for longer than a few moments. Have you not been sleeping again?”

The way your entire body sagged in defeat was all the answer he needed.

He stepped closer to you, gently resting his hands on your shoulders. “Darling, when was the last time you had a good night’s rest?” You shrugged, your brain struggling to come up with an answer that you were allowed to give. Once again, your body language gave him the answer.

“Then why are you still up?” He didn’t sound angry, only deeply concerned. “Why did you not call for me?”

You swallowed hard before mumbling, “I didn’t want to bother you.” A heavy sigh pushed itself out of Dream’s chest and his hands moved to hold your face in his hands, taking the weight of your head off your shoulders. “Beloved, you are never a bother to me. “I would not be a worthy monarch of the Dreaming if I could not even ease my own partner to rest.”

You couldn’t help your chuckle; it was the closest you had ever heard Morpheus come to humility. Your smile brought a tiny mirror of the gesture to Dream’s face as he rubbed his thumb over your cheekbone, trying not to focus on the deep shadows beneath your eyes. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, letting his lips lingered as he inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in your essence. It stuck in his nose, tainted by your exhaustion. He breathed his words into your skin, “Let’s get you into bed.”

Swift like quicksilver, he scooped you into his arms, drawing a startled squeak out of you, closely followed by a bashful giggle. Dream carried you to your bedroom, staring lovingly at you the entire time. Your bed was still unmade from this morning, and he gently deposited you in it before pulling the blankets over you.

You snuggled into the covers, drawing them up to your chin. You smiled at Dream as he sat next to you on top of the covers. Cool fingers brushed your hair out of your face. You murmured, “Gonna use your sand to send me off?”

Dream chuckled, soft and low and slightly smug. “No, I will not need it to get you to sleep. I need only do this.” His forefinger settled between your eyebrows (some would say over your third eye) and gently rubbed the skin there. You hummed softly, wiggling deeper into the comfort of your bed. Dream’s eyes practically glowed in the darkness of your room, distant, even though he was sitting right beside you.

You were more than bone tired, and sank easily into his soothing touch. Your eyes flickered and fluttered for a moment before finally falling shut. Dream’s touch on your forehead was the only thing that existed in the blackness behind your eyelids, safe and comforting. You could practically feel the stress leaking out of you and into the mattress.

In your last moment of lucidity before you drifted off, you heard Dream murmur, “Sleep well, beloved. I will see you soon.”

[melodygatesauthor]

Chapter 3: It's Wrong

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @welcometostayingawake (she's the real MVP)

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Chapter Summary:

You have your first tutoring session with Steven. You both continue to struggle to keep it together.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu, talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded.

Word Count: 4.4k

It was Wednesday, and your eyes shot open no later than 6:30am. It wasn’t like you to be awake so early, but you knew you had history that morning and you hadn’t been able to shake your intrusive thoughts regarding your professor since you’d met him. Even Layla was surprised at your liveliness so early.

“God, you’re…peppy.” She said, rolling out of bed not long after you had.

It was hard sharing a small room and trying to stay quiet. You felt bad for waking her but you couldn’t help it.

“Yeah, sorry. Just trying to…” you couldn’t tell her the truth, “just trying to make a good impression on the new history professor so he’ll give me a good grade.”

Layla walked over to the wardrobe where you stood, putting on a little makeup for the day. She rifled through her clothes and pulled out a shirt. She held it out to you.

“I am never going to wear this, but if you want to make a good impression…this might do the trick.” She raised her eyebrows. 

You held the shirt up in front of you. It had a low cut neckline, just enough to still leave something for the imagination. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“I can’t wear something like this.” You tried handing it back to her.

She pushed it back at you. “Just try it. Worst case scenario, you wear something normal next time.”

“Fine.” You conceded.

The shirt would be covered anyway as you pulled a warm jacket over your shoulders and headed to Moonbean for your morning coffee. You were about to open the door when you saw him there through the glass. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you lost all confidence. If you just went to class, you could avoid a very awkward interaction.

You remembered going back to your dorm last night after your final class. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about your interaction with Steven at the printer. How sweet he was, grinning at you like that. No one had ever looked at you like that. Steven looks at you like he sees you for the first time every time, like you brightened his day just by showing up, his whole face softening when his eyes land on you. Like he was seeing you, the real you, without you even saying anything, the attraction between you so strong you swore everyone in the room could feel it. It made your stomach twist in the best way, and made your body tingle all over. Walking away from him in the printer room was even harder than it should’ve been, as though he were a magnet, pulling you back. 

You remembered using your finger again that night to quell your need for him. Once more you were covering your mouth to hide your scandalous activities from your sleeping roommate in her own bed just feet away from you.

Unbeknownst to you, Steven was in his apartment that same night, palming his own release once again, trying to satiate the lust burning inside his core. He hadn’t been able to shake the thought of your pert bum pressing against his groin in the printer room, couldn’t stop his mind from recalling the way you looked bent over right in front of him at the perfect angle.

You reached out to grab the door handle to the cafe, hand shaking from the fear of seeing him and him knowing you’d touched herself to thoughts of him?

No, you thought, no no. Go to class.

You chose to continue your walk, avoiding him all together. You were early enough to class that no one was there when you walked in. After finding your seat, you pulled out your laptop and opened it. Suddenly, you felt nervous. Fantasizing about Steven was one thing, but being around him in person was another. You were hoping it wouldn’t inhibit your ability to focus through class like a normal student.

But it did. 

He stepped into the classroom some time later, but you were still the only one in the room. He had two paper mugs in hand and made a mad shuffle to his desk. You realized that he had spilled some of the hot liquid from one of the cups all over the front of his shirt. Quickly, and conveniently, you remembered having a couple of napkins in your bag from lunch the day before. You grabbed them and ran to the desk.

“Here.” You held out the napkins.

“Oh, thank you I-“

He went slackjaw tracing his eyes over your hand up to the v-neck of your shirt. You watched him gulp hard before shaking his head and finally looking at your face.

“T-thank you.” He took the napkins, but kept his eyes on you.

“Yeah, no problem.” You said, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

What the hell are you doing? You thought. You never should’ve worn this damn shirt, you’re playing with fire.

“I, erm, I opened the door and when I stepped in it whacked me in the back. Nearly knocked both cups outta my hands.” He laughed, patting his shirt with the paper.

“Good thing you got two then.” You chuckled.

“Oh, well, one of them is…” he looked at them both, turning them and eyeing the sides before choosing one and holding it in front of you. “Yours.” He said, beaming. “Makin’ up for the other day. I hope I got it right.”

You sipped from the hot cup. “A bit more empty than usual, but otherwise, it’s perfect.” You gave him a reassuring grin.

You watched the tension leave his shoulders for a moment, until you heard the door to the lecture hall open. You struggled to look casual as you practically ran from Steven back to your seat, sinking down in your seat.

It was impossible not to feel yourself becoming uncomfortably aroused while he paced back and forth during his lecture. At one point, you found yourself with the end of your pen in between your teeth suggestively, and your legs crossed with your hand tucked into the apex of your thighs. You were watching him openly, not thinking about what he was discussing in the slightest.

Steven caught your eye, and he saw you with the pen between your lips. The way you sat there basically devouring him with your eyes, your arms pushed your breasts up beautifully. Why did you have to wear that damn shirt? Did you do it on purpose? Surely, you didn’t. You wouldn’t. 

You sunk down in your seat again, breaking his line of sight. He had been silently staring for too long and you noticed a couple students looking at you. He cleared his throat and continued the lecture. When you chanced a look up again, he was positioned behind his podium. You furrowed your brow.

You knew. Steven could tell by the way you looked at him with those piercing eyes of yours from above your computer screen. You knew that he was hiding an erection while he stood there. He felt his cheeks get hot. Somehow, he managed to get through the lecture, but to say it was difficult was an understatement. Did you really have to look at him like that? Your eyes were so beautiful, wandering and hungry. He could see, even from where you sat near the back, that you were looking him all over, gaze eating him up even from where he stood behind the podium. 

It was so hard to sit there like that, you knowing what he was hiding behind the podium. You’d never had sex before, but you still thought about what it would be like to have him take you right there on his desk. You imagined him running his arm over the surface and knocking everything off with reckless abandon and having his way with you right then and there.

Class was over both too soon and not soon enough for the thoughts running through your mind. You sped out of there so that you wouldn’t put yourself in another situation where you were alone with him. Though, part of you wanted to be alone with him. A big part of you wanted to be the last student to leave so you could stop, lock the door, and see where this went, but the bigger part of you remembered the reason you were there. You would ruin your future if you kept up this nonsense. Having a harmless fantasy was one thing, acting on it was another, so you decided to let it go.

Until later that is. You hadn’t forgotten that you’d be in his lecture hall again that night around 7:00pm when it was dark, but you’d hoped the awkwardness around the day would be over by then.

You still couldn’t be certain if he had known what you were doing or not, but you remembered. You were still thinking about all the things you wanted to do to him when you walked through the door. He looked up from his papers and over his glasses when you walked in. He pulled the frames off his face and smiled at you, your name falling off his tongue making your spine tingle.

“Why don’t you have a seat,” He said, standing up and grabbing a chair from one of the nearby tables and putting it next to his.

“Yeah, sure.” You said, walking over and sitting down.

You took your laptop bag off your shoulder and put it on the floor. When you took off your jacket, you watched Steven’s eyes catch on to your chest immediately before quickly looking at your face. You watched his throat bob.

“I-I’m sorry but do you think you could put your jacket back on?” He asked, taking you by surprise. “Just a bit inappropriate, innit? That shirt…” 

The shirt wasn’t even that revealing, if Steven was being honest with himself. There was a little cleavage, sure, but nothing he hadn’t seen on several other students that very same day. It was because of the way it made him feel, you wearing it, that made it so much harder for him to handle.

You felt embarrassment wash over you and you wished you’d just worn something more normal. You quickly pulled the jacket back on. It was understandable to you that after the podium situation in class earlier that he would want you to keep yourself covered. It was evident that you were a distraction to him. The thought made you happier than it should’ve.

“Y-yeah, sorry about that. Laundry day you know?” You chuckled, hoping he bought your little lie.

“Oh yeah, I get that. Sorry, wasn’t trying to imply anything it’s just-“

“No, it’s fine. I get it.”

You saw him adjust his pants before settling for crossing his legs. Bless him, he was trying so hard to push it all down and be a good professor. You decided for his sake, and for yours, you’d better try to behave yourself. This wasn’t like you anyway, to act so boldly and put yourself out there. You didn’t know what it was about him that made you want to throw caution to the wind. You pulled the jacket closer to your frame.

“It’s my roommate’s shirt anyway. I don’t wear stuff like that.” You said, breaking the silence.

“Right. So, what is your major?” You wondered if he was irritated by the topic or just trying to stop thinking about the shirt for other reasons.

“Creative writing.” You said. “I know a lot of people don’t think it’s a real major, but I like it.”

“I think that’s great!” His eyes lit up. “I don’t have an artistic bone in my body. Always appreciate someone who’s creative though.” He chuckled. “What do you like to write about?”

This felt more like an interview about you than a lesson on history. He really needed to stop looking at you like that. His eyelids were hooded, deep with longing. Steven was anything but subtle in his lusty gaze, the way his dark irises seemed to twinkle in the dim light of the desk lamp. His eyes were unwavering and focused only on you, like you were the only thing that he cared about. He seemed so genuinely interested in what you were about to tell him.

“All kinds of stuff. R-romance,” your eyes locked to his knowingly. You cleared your throat before you continued, “um, fantasy, sci-fi…” you trailed off, realizing you were picking the skin around your nail. “I don’t know, I don’t really talk about it much.”

“I’m sorry if I made you nervous, it wasn’t intentional.” He furrowed his brow. “I’ve learnt in my years of teachin’ that if I can help give some meaning to history, in relation to the student, it helps them learn it better. Y’know what I mean?”

“That actually makes a lot of sense.” You said, nodding. “So how are you going to relate history to an intergalactic human and alien romance novel?”

I can’t believe I just said that, you thought, feeling yourself get nervous. It’s not like you were trying to impress him or anything, but you also didn’t want him to think you were a total weirdo.

His eyebrows raised, “sorry what?” He stifled a laugh.

“And that’s why I don’t share my writing with anyone.” You felt the heat rising to your face.

“N-n-no, I didn’t mean to sound like I was poking fun, I thought…it sounded like you were joking.” He looked concerned that he actually might have offended you.

“It’s fine.” You smiled, “if I’m being honest though, I would like to see how you can connect the two.” You narrowed your eyes, challenging him.

“Alright…” he trailed off, his lips curling into a ghost of a smile. “Without knowing your plot, unexpected romances and even forbidden ones have been a prevalent part of history since…well…the beginning of time, really.” 

When you’d challenged him, you hadn’t expected him to actually take you up on it. You wondered if he knew the irony of the connections he made as he started discussing famous forbidden loves in history. You also didn’t have the heart to remind him that this tutoring session he was putting you through was completely unrelated to his very own material that he was teaching in class earlier that day.

“I see I’ve lost you, I can see your eyes have sort of…” he waved a hand in front of you, “glazed over.”

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, “I’m really sorry, I was thinking about…something else.”

“Well, to be fair, it wasn’t really related to what we’re discussing in class anyhow.” So he knew he was going off on a tangent.

“That’s alright, clearly you like talking about it. I’m sorry, truly. I’d love to hear you talk more about history. You’re very…passionate.” Instinctively, your hand reached out to touch his shoulder in comfort without thinking. 

You quickly pulled away as though you’d touched a hot flame. He gulped again, eyes glued to yours. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. You cleared your throat and looked down at your notebook.

“Let’s get on with it then, shall we?” He asked, adjusting himself again and scooting his chair closer to the desk.

He looked down at his glasses on the table and stared at them as though he were glaring at his reflection. You didn’t think too much about it, finding yourself distracted by the way his eyes wrinkled on the sides. You liked the way they looked like that. You’d never been interested in older men before, this was all new territory for you, new forbidden territory. He turned to you, startling you out of your train of thought.

“So, tell me what happened, why do you think you failed your class?” He put a sheet of paper over his glasses and then listened to you intently.

You explained how hard it was for you to grasp different dates and how they correlated to certain historical events. Then you went on about how it was hard for you to care about what happened to the people that came before you. At some point while you were talking, you realized his eyes weren’t looking at yours anymore, they were instead fixated dreamily on your lips. Experimentally, you decided to lick them, and then bite your bottom lip. His mouth fell open slightly.

“Erm, yeah, yep.” He shifted in his seat again. He let out a sharp exhale. “I’ve got to…” he put his jacket on. “I’ll be right back.”

Steven rushed to the bathroom. How was he supposed to get through a tutoring session with you when your eyes were staring up at him like that? Constantly hovering over his nether region, freezing on his lips from time to time. He was losing it, his own eyes stuck on your lips and how much he wanted to bite into your bottom lip, especially when you bit down on it. He must’ve looked so foolish trying to hide his growing erection as he nearly ran down the hall to the bathroom. Gripping the sink, he looked in the mirror, unable to understand what was coming over him. He’d never felt like this before, this out of control.

Steven. Marc said clearly from the headspace.

“Go away.” Steven ordered, shuffling into one of the stalls.

He ignored Marc, resolving to deal with him later. Right now he had something more pressing to tend to. He quickly undid his belt and brought his pants and boxer-briefs down to his thighs. His cock was leaking and erect already, it had been for a while. Steven wrapped his fingers around the base, ready to relieve himself but he didn’t know what came over him. This wasn’t like him, but there was something about you, something completely irresistible, something pulling him in that he couldn’t shake.

That shirt you wore really threw him off. The way your breasts sat perfectly in the V, demanding his attention. Then when you talked, seeing your perfect lips and the way your voice sounded while you playfully chatted with him. He grabbed the top of the bathroom stall for stability as he pumped his fist over himself.

He knew he shouldn’t, but he wondered what your lips would feel like in place of his fingers. That sweet mouth, your eyes staring up at him oh, wow, Steven thought, trembling. You were so young, too. Would you even know how to use your mouth on him? Would you look at him while you tried? Even if it was allowed, surely you wouldn’t be interested in him, an older man with an unhealthy history obsession and baggage to boot.

How wrong he was though. 

You were wet and soaking through your panties. Just being around Steven had an effect on you like no other. You weren’t sure where he went, but when he didn’t come back right away you decided to go to the bathroom and clean yourself up and maybe splash some water on your face.

You cleaned yourself up quickly, wanting to make sure you got back to him before he realized you were gone. You kept thinking about the way he looked at your chest, how excited he was talking to you. You were sure you were wrong, but you liked to imagine that the reason he went to the bathroom was to jerk himself off.

“Stop it.” You said to yourself, pulling your pants back up and going to the sink.

Steven’s cock ached with a need to be buried inside of you, a hunger that his palm could only barely satisfy. The stall rattled under the pressure of his grip while he continued stroking his length to the thought of you. He felt dirty, he felt wrong, but it felt so good. And you were so pretty. He dropped a glob of saliva over the shaft to make his fingers slide easier.

You pooled the water in your hands and tossed it over your face. It felt refreshing against your hot cheeks.

“Oh, my…” Steven’s cock pumped spurts of cum into the toilet bowl.

His knuckles turned white around the stall. He hadn’t even taken how loud he was being into consideration, completely lost in the fantasy. It felt so good, he couldn’t help himself. You were dangerous for him, you were leading him to do things he wouldn’t normally do. Like jerk himself off to the thought of you in the bathroom on school grounds. 

He looked in the mirror on his way out, staring at his reflection with a heavy frown while he rinsed his hands clean.

“I’m not saying it again, Marc, or Jake, whoever is listenin’.” He shook his hands dry. “You had the body for years. Leave me alone.”

When the two of you returned to the classroom, it was more awkward than when you’d left. There was no denying he had touched himself. His hair was more disheveled than before, skin so flushed he clearly had been sweating, and now he seemed more calm than when he’d left.

You looked a little flustered, and much more focused than before. Oddly enough, it gave him some semblance of comfort to think that you were both struggling, like you were in it together. He still hoped that this infatuation would fade though, he knew he could lose his job over pursuing it, and he knew that you could face expulsion.

Steven broke the awkwardness by actually tutoring you for the next hour. Now that the pent up sexual desire was temporarily dealt with, the two of you were able to get through a few chapters without a hitch.

“You’ll get it eventually. Takes a bit to memorize it all.” He said, giving you an encouraging smile.

“Thanks, Steven.” You looked down at the floor nervously. “I should probably get back to the dorm, it’s almost nine.”

You grabbed your notebook and pen, putting it in your bag long with your textbook. You stood up, pulling the strap over your shoulder and turning to leave. Steven’s voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Would you like me to walk you back? Pretty dark out, could be dangerous.” You turned and faced him. “I m-mean if you don’t want me-“

“No, um, I’d like that actually.” You said, smiling. “That would be really nice.”

It can be dangerous for a woman to walk home alone at night, you said to yourself as Steven smiled at you, opening the door. It’s a good idea, a genius idea even, to have him walk you home. You’d be an idiot not to take his help when it’s presented to you.

The two of you were awkwardly silent for a while, until you were nearing Moonbean Coffee. It surprised you when Steven brought up the irony of your meeting each other at the coffee shop.

“What are the odds that you of all people show up behind me and cover my coffee? Of anyone it could’ve been, my student.” He had an air of amusement in his tone.

You looked over at him, sharing in his amusement with a smile of your own.

“I know, like…could’ve been anyone else but it was…” you looked up into his eyes while you walked. “You.”

You both stopped walking and stared at each other for a moment. It may have been a moment too long, but to you it wasn’t long enough. You saw him turn his head and look into his reflection in a car window. His brow furrowed. He was either questioning his life choices, standing there walking his student home, or he was angry at his own image. Either way, he looked back at you finally and smirked.

“So, what do students do around here? Do you go to any…art galleries or…” The two of you started walking again.

Steven, you take her home now, and then never speak to her again outside of class, you hear me? Marc said loudly. Steven ignored him.

“I actually love art galleries, but no, we usually go out drinking or just…” You shrugged, “I don’t know, I guess sometimes I personally like to just read or write.”

“Oh? Do you have a favorite book?”

Steven? Are you listening?

You stopped in front of your dorm building door.

“That answer will have to wait for another day. This is my stop.”

You fantasized for a moment that Steven would just lean forward and kiss you. For just a moment, you lived in a world where nothing mattered except you and him and he could pull you close. Where he was just a sweet guy you met at the coffee shop who walked you home, bidding you goodnight. But it was just a fantasy, and instead he gave you an awkward and strained, “g’night!” with a wave before walking swiftly away from you.

What you didn’t see was Steven stopping on the street corner next to the rearview mirror of a parked car.

“Steven, I shouldn’t have to tell you that this is wrong.” Marc said, scowling at Steven in the reflection.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I don’t want to be, but you’re going to mess everything up...Steven, what are you…”

Steven wasn’t the angry type, and he wasn’t sure if it was the pent up guilt fueling his rage, or if it was something else, but he wasn’t going to let Marc run his life. He ripped the mirror off the car and threw it into the street. He’d already taken a backseat and let them ruin his life for long enough. He wasn’t going to do it again. Marc and Jake had the body for years, forcing him through a living hell, it was his turn now. They’d promised.

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Oooh part 2 for Our bad with Edge and Christian plss? Make it anyway you want

A/N: Of Course!! I made this the morning after, so it's mainly Fluff, you can always request part 3 if you want! <3

♡{Ya sleep good?}♡

{Rating: ✨️~FLUFFFFFFFF~✨️}

{Warnings: Swearing, Kissing.}

{Pairing: 2000s!Edge x Fem!Reader x 2000s!Christian}

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You got up at like 6:30am, to your usual alarm. So you decided to get dressed and clean up a bit. Then ordered breakfast.

You saw both boys shoot up from their spots on the Bed, looking awake as ever.

"Ya sleep good? Ye've been out since like I don't know. Maybe 3:00am" You remarked

"Oh Hush. That kinda stuff exhausts us. Especially after fighting in a 60 minute match!" Christian said

"What're you two waiting for? Get the hell up. Ye've got a match again tonight." You sighed

"Oh fuck. She's right, c'mon Christian." Edge said before getting up

"I don't want to get up yet though. We just got up I'm still tired." Christian Sighed

You simply handed him his little container of pancakes and bacon.

"Bloody Hell, do you two always have to make things a fight?" You asked

"No. Christian just never does that" Edge said

After you all ate, the boys decided to get ready for the day.

And they headed out of the hotel. With a kiss from you.

[httpscomexe]

Muzzle

Summary: You can’t lock up a Stark.

(Find what I'm currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Bucky x Reader (Some Winter Soldier POV)

Warnings: Stalking, kind of kidnapping, mentions of past violence, individual warnings per chapter.) It will start becoming 18+ next chapter.

Tags: @scott-loki-barnes @cjand10

Word Count: 2898 (Find all chapters here) Chapter 4

The Winter Soldier's POV

5AM, she’s awake, the sound of her alarm bringing her out of her head. She stretches for about 5 minutes before ultimately deciding she’s not getting up yet.

5:30AM, she wakes up again, but this time to the sound of a bunch of students outside her door. She stretches for about 5 minutes, and by that time the hallways are more relaxed, so she slowly gets out of bed, then goes into the bathroom to shower, brush her teeth, and do her hair. Along with anything else she might do.

By 6AM she’s out of the bathroom, and she goes to her little kitchen area to make herself something to eat. Every Monday it was a sandwich, but other days it was anything she could find from instant noodles to leftover lasagna.

6:15, she’s getting dressed for class.

6:30 she’s swinging her bag over her shoulders and she’s out of her dorm. And that’s when I make my move and climb through the window.

I leave the tree that’s right next to her window, all I have to do is reach over and lift it up since she thinks it’s useless to lock considering she’s on the third floor, so chances are, no one would be able to break in. Except me.

She’s different. There’s something about her that neither me or the Winter Soldier can understand. I know I had clear instructions to kill anyone on sight, and the plan at three in the morning was to shoot her then give myself stitches, but as soon as her eyes locked onto mine, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hurt her.

I’ve gone through her drawers, and learnt just about everything about her. Her name is Y/N, but none of her papers had her last name on it, and her ID was always with her so I never got to learn her last name, but soon I’d learn it from her personally. I just didn’t understand why her last name was so hard to find.

I haven’t been caught yet by her, I know her schedule like the back of my hand. She leaves her dorm at 6:30AM for her first class, then she comes back at 5PM every day, when her social battery finally runs out, but I’m normally out of the dorm room by 4:30.

Today though, she hadn’t come back like usual. I waited, and waited, and waited. I hadn’t been able to watch her yesterday, I had something that needed to be attended to. So when she hadn’t been in the bed this morning I was already confused. I wanted to assume that maybe she had gone to a party, gotten drunk, and stumbled into some boys bed, but she wasn’t like that. So I checked the camera I hooked up in her room, only to discover she had left with a few familiar faces, including Nick Fury. Now I don’t want to be considered a threat to the Avengers or to S.H.I.E.L.D, but if they lay a single hand on her, I won’t hesitate to blow out even Steve Rogers brain. She. Is. Mine…

Your POV

“Well, Ms. Jasper.” Agent Ross says. “Now we definitely know you’re hiding something.”

“Pretty sure my record is clean.”

“Oh yea it is. But maybe don’t use the name your father told you to use as an alias.” He tells you, sliding the tablet they had been using to look up your name over to you. On the screen was a clear image of your information, you had hacked into government systems when you were around the age of 10, and you had added your fake name to the systems in order to live your fake life. “I asked Stark to look it up, he swore he recognized the name, and your middle name gave it away. I mean come on. ‘Jasper Anthony Stark?’ Your father gave you that middle name for the sake of his own ego, no one else would do that.” He crosses his arms. “So Stark will be down here in a few minutes to talk to you, Y/N.” He finishes, then collects his belongings and leaves the room. Leaving you alone with Ned.

“You’re the smartest and also the absolutely stupidest person I know Y/N.” Ned whispers, hoping the A in the AV system wouldn’t pick up on him, which you were sure it would.

“Well just because I’m smart doesn’t mean I make good decisions. I mean look at me.” You uncross your arms and hold them out to make a point. “I’m not exactly a normal teenager.” You tell him, then lower your tone to a volume you know their system won’t pick up on. “I literally kill and torture people for a living!”

“Stark is on his way now.” A voice says over the speaker in the corner.

“Do you still have that bracelet I gave you?” You ask Ned, referring to the friendship bracelet that read ‘BFF’ on his wrist.

“Yea, why?”

“Hey, Ned.”

“Hey Mr. Stark.” Ned's voice raises by about 20 octaves as soon as Tony Stark enters the room. Then instead of doing something normal like I don’t know sitting on the chair, he awkwardly sits on the table, one leg on, one leg off.

“Now I was told that someone in this room is of high importance.” He says, staring directly at you. “I’m assuming it isn’t Ned, he’s just spider man's friend.” Ned voices a sound of disappointment, causing you to look over at him then you stare at the floor, not able to look your dad in the eyes any longer.

“Well I uh, have some really important work I need to do. So I think your guys should totally give me a ride back to my dorm.”

“Or you can actually look and speak to me like I’m your dad.”

“Except you're not.” You spit out, your voice laced with hatred. “You’ve done nothing but cause me pain ever since I’ve left you and you haven’t even made the slightest effort in the past eight years to try and find me.”

“Haven’t made an effort? I have been sending fucking search teams to France for fucks sake Y/N. It’s not my fault you’re good at hiding.”

“I’ve never left Manhattan.” You say plainly. “Unless it’s for work, but I’m in school right now so I don’t have work.”

“Where are you working?”

“None of your business, I’m 18 and a freshman in college.”

“You’re my daughter.”

“You sure as hell don’t act like I am.”

“How the hell did you manage to survive eight years on your own?”

“Someone took me in.”

“A piece of shit may I add.” Ned says suddenly, breaking the back and fourth between you and Stark.

“Oh yea how so?” Stark asks Ned.

“Well-” Your hand quickly covers his mouth, preventing him or at least making sure he couldn’t say whatever he was about to say.

Yea, you told Ned a majority of the abusive, and traumatizing things that happened to you while you were being cared for by a man named Ezekiel, or you at least had a roof over your head and were fed. Most days.

“So I would assume he wasn’t a good caretaker?”

“He’s my dad, that's all you need to know.”

“Pretty sure that’s my title.”

“Not after you abandoned me.”

“Abandoned you?”

“Uh huh.”

“Mr. Stark. Ms. Potts is calling, would you like me to answer or are you busy?” A new voice came over the speakers, it sounded like Jarvis.

“Yes you can answer, I’m done in here, and give strict instructions to everyone in the building to not let this girl out, Ned you can leave whenever, preferably now.” Stark says quickly before standing up. “Hey, hun, what’s up?” You hear him say, assumingly speaking to Virginia, and you turn your head as Ned speaks again.

“Family reunion, yay.”

About a week passed. You weren’t allowed to leave the tower, but you were given a small room to call yours. It had a bed, and a TV hanging on the wall across from it. It also had an amazing view from the city since one of the entire walls was a window, luckily, Stark is a tech geek so the windows can dim if you need some darkness. There was also a small bathroom and a walk-in closet, with all the little necessities you would need and a bunch of clothes.

You weren’t allowed to go to school, but Stark found a way for you to do everything online, which you hated.

You hated not being able to see your friends. You hated not being able to blast your music in your ears in class, or staying up until three in the morning missing your pink little toy. After doing nothing but complaining, they tried endlessly to offer you things like tablets and other expensive items to get you to shut up.

You settled with a pet fish. A cute little betta fish, she was white but she looked chrome when she swam around in her tank, a big one, which was another thing you had asked for. You named her Penelope, and she was the only thing keeping you sane.

“How’s the fish?”

“Her name is Penelope.” You told Sam Wilson as he just walks into your room, no knocking or anything. You don’t bother looking up from your tablet that you were drawing on as he enters.

“Well how is she?”

“Fine.”

“How are you?”

“Fine.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Fine.”

“Are you gonna actually say anything other than fine?”

“Fine.”

“Okay.” He sighs heavily and walks in front of Penelope's tank. “You know, part of the deal on you having this fish was you cooperate with us.”

“There’s nothing to cooperate on, you all know I’m his daughter, you just won’t let me go.”

“We won’t let you go cause you’re the only civilian we know that’s been in contact with Barnes and the only Civilian he seems to listen to.”

“Just a coincidence.”

“It can’t be a coincidence, Y/N.” He tells you, stepping close to your bed where you were sitting so you power off your tablet and look at him. “I don’t think you understand what it means when we tell you he can’t control his emotions when he’s being fucking brainwashed.” He gets closer, until he can whisper and you’ll still hear him. “So you better start talking little girl.” His tone threatens. “This man is a menace and a threat to society. Where. Is. He.”

“I. Don’t. Know.” You tell him, getting in his face to match his anger, you couldn’t voice how genuinely annoyed you’ve been over the past week, with the constant same questions you’re almost forced to make up a lie and tell them you’ve been hiding Barnes up your ass.

“You have a lot of fucking nerve, and I’d like to know where the hell you got it from.” He spits in your face as he speaks and it makes you wanna do nothing more than kick his future generation while you still have the chance.

“You learn to defend yourself when you’re in the streets while everyone else your age is singing the ABC’s.”

“Yea well I guess only good kids learn their ABC’s.” Sam tell you almost under his breath, then he taps Penelope’s fish tank two or three times before leaving your room, closing the door behind him, then you quickly get back into your tablet.

You close the drawing you had started and you go back into the coding for the towers security system that you had gotten into fairly easy. This way you could see everything, from the position of every security guard and Avenger, to every code that every camera was given, and you finally planned your way out, which would finally happen tonight so you could get back to your normal life.

“Where is she? How could she had possibly gotten out? I had every guard, every Agent, and every fucking Camera focused on her room.” Tony Stark's voice could be heard from across the lobby of the tower as he walks next to Steve Rogers and Happy Hogan.

“Well sir, it says here that she had hacked into the system, matter of fact she’s been doing it for a few days now.” Happy says through closed teeth, slightly annoyed after being pulled out of a very important meeting with quite literally the vice president. “And here it says…” He uses his index finger to gently push his glasses back down on his nose, and he looks down at the paper receipts. He decided it would be best to print out everything since apparently ‘paper cannot be hacked,’ even though what's on the papers is what was on the computers. “She basically got in, figured out the routes of every guard, figured out everyone's schedule, and then found out she had exactly one minute, thirty seven seconds, and six hundred and eight milliseconds of a window at exactly eleven thirteen at night.”

“She’s really fucking fast if she’s able to make it down from the thirteenth floor to the first floor in less than two minutes, while avoiding every bit of security I have.”

“Well like I said, she found a window, and it was exactly one minute and-”

“Thirty seven seconds, I know.” He groans. “I just can’t believe I have a ‘window’ in my security. Rogers?”

“Yes, Stark?” Rogers slows the three of them down to stop at the snack counter, grabbing a red, white, and blue donut which he takes a huge bite of.

“How would you suggest we fill this supposed ‘gap’ in our security?”

“Well you could hire two more men, and then set different shifts for everyone.”

“Two men? Why two?”

“Well, for every shift change there’s always two men.”

“Always two men huh? Well go ahead and tell one of the pairs that they’re gonna be alone, I don’t feel like hiring anyone.” Stark tells Rogers, but Steve just gives Happy a look and a nod, obviously not going to listen to Stark as they watch him approach the snack counter and ask them for his favourite donut.

“Do you have any more donuts with red, white, and blue sprinkles?”

“Ugh, finally.” You stretch and undo your hair as you finally get back to your dorm room after a whole week. You feel for the counter in the dark, then use your muscle memory to just make your way back to your bed, the one you so genuinely missed. “GAH! What the fuck!” You scream as you plop down onto the bed and quickly fall off as you land on something hard, then you quickly reach over to turn on the bedside lamp. “No.” You say quickly as the familiar blue eyes meet yours. “You need to get out, I want nothing to do with you.” Stressed, you run your hands through your hair before reaching for the man and trying to pull him out of your bed.

“Hey come on, calm down.” You freeze.

“Did you just say a full sentence without it sounding like it was scripted.” You stayed frozen, your fists were clutching both the centre of his chest and his bicep.

“Yea I’m a bit more normal when I’m not being brainwashed.” He tells you, and you gently let go of him.

“Wait, how many times have you slept in my bed without me being here?”

“Only this week.”

“And with me being here.”

“Only after you’ve had a long day.”

“That’s not nice to know.” You admit, still staring down at him before he finally sits up.

He wasn’t wearing his muzzle and he wasn’t dressed in a thick tactical vest like the two times you’d last seen him. Instead he was wearing a red henley, a dark T-shirt underneath, some jeans, and a heavy green jacket. You also noticed the filled black bag sitting on the floor next to the bed. “I kinda still need you to leave.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Yea well sucks, I need you too.”

“Baby why are you shaking?”

“Shaking? I’m not- baby- shaking? Wait baby what?” Your brain absolutely fails, then he stands up, easily towering over you as he stares down into your eyes.

“Who’s the one that sounds weird when they talk now?” He asks you, and you want to back talk with a thousand sarcastic remarks, but the second your lips part, your voice is caught in your throat as the side of his index finger rests under your chin. “Now where have you been?”

“I-” You stutter. “The Avengers think I’m in control of you.”

“They think you are? You mean they know you are?”

“What? But I’m not.”

“No I’m not… what’re you talking about?” You ask, and he leans down, resting his forehead on yours.

“Doll, from the moment I walked into your dorm the first day I saw you, I have not been able to get you off my mind. I was the Winter Soldier when I walked into your room the first time, I wasn’t James.” His hands gently cup your face.

“You are in control of my every thought and my every move.”

[kroosluvr]

royal trio tennis au fuckign sav eme

uh oh akira gave goro and sumire a kiss before their biggest matches of the year and they somehow managed to sweep the competition. uh oh kisses are becoming part of their winning routine ("look im not superstitious but if it works it works" "ok goro. pucker up") uh oh!!!!!!!!! what could this mean for the salmon population

smth really special to me abt akira and goro walking on and off the court for doubles matches so close that their shoulders or legs knock together fondly. in tennis since you're always on opposite ends of the court and most often than not you're playin singles, something that suits goro stay-50-ft-frm-me-at-all-times-or-ill-bite-ur-head-off smth abt casual physical affection is so special.

goro always flips the score agonizingly slow when he wins a game or set vs akira. like yea ok rub it in why dont u

goro always buys multiple copies of any magazine that sumire is featured in. akira looks at the magazine rack and oh look the inside tennis section is noticeably ransacked goro was here.

they do travel internationally for training camps and tourneys and scrimmages and etc, so they get to sightsee a lot! i like to imagine them at the beach a lot, getting fresh air and running along the sand :') idk i associate them w water a lot.......free-flowing... always seeking the open sea....

ppfffghhh was this a scene in challengers? idk i didnt see it. akira tying goro's shoes

sumire is always like "i need an hour and a half to warm up" and it ticks goro off bc ur gonna wear urself down by 3 games in at that rate. "we're going out," he says bluntly, dragging her out of the racquet club room, "we're going to take a walk to downtown and grab some juice. yeah?" "but ill only have half an hour to-" "good." akira: so like just say you want some private time w her u sicko goro: THIS IS FOR HER OWN GOOD CANT U FUCKING SEE THAT!!!!!!

youd think that goro is the one to bite the opponent's head off if they make a bad line call vs sumire or akira but its actually akira who goes apeshit . i think goro still is self conscious abt his public image but akira will verbally tear them apart frm the sidelines over one bad line call

akira does the thing where he like stretches his legs out to be shorter+sumire's height so he can rest his head on her head or shoulder. he's stretching!

none of them are early birds lol they be goign to their 6:30am practices then passing out in first period and one of them has to kick the other two awake (Yeah just assume they have one class together idk)

goro does have dedicated fans who send him letters and presents and stuff and hes like "great" (tosses them) but sumire finds out and shes legitimately so heartbroken over it that he feels bad and starts reading the letters and etc. and wow hes actually inspired people to start tennis, to play competitively, that people are cheering him on worldwide......................................................... what a fucking joke.

cause it's akira and sumire that inspire him. goro akechi doesn't deserve this.

every day they're so grateful to have been born in the right time and right place to compete in tennis together. with anyone else it wouldn't have been the same.

[equallyloyalandlethal]

omg pls I wanna know more about the blind Theo fic 👀

You Might Not Like Him is the title I'm testing out

The blaring ringing of an alarm that’s distinctly not his has Theo blinking himself awake. He stretches an arm out, easily finding his phone on the nightstand, and presses both volume buttons. There is a two-second delay, same as always, and then:  “6:30 AM,” says a mechanical voice as he drops it back onto the table.

Beyond the obnoxiously thin wall, the alarm suddenly shuts off. It’s got to be Liam’s, despite being earlier than it normally would be. He’s not going to dwell on the fact that it could possibly be weird that he knows his neighbor's schedule. It’s not. He scrubs a hand over the lower half of his face, gentling the touch as he nears his eyes, skipping over the raised, still-sensitive skin between his left eye and nose entirely. Their walls are thin, not built for some whose hearing is better than most, and Liam’s alarms are loud as shit. Most everything about the idiot next door is loud, despite the fact that he lives alone. 

Beside him, Chi huffs and shifts, chasing a surprised Oof! out of him as she drops her head onto his abdomen. 

“Fine, fine. I’m up,” he grunts in return, shoving the weight of her skull and neck off his bladder. 

He doesn’t rush going through his morning routine. Far from it. There’s enough time to get everything done and done right without cutting corners or going fast enough to make a mistake. Liam’s never quick in the mornings. Or he has yet to be in the couple of months since Theo had moved in next door.  Even mostly sightless, he knows the guy’s least favorite time of day is morning, especially early ones, which this clearly is. If the thought of his neighbor’s sleepy voice makes him smile a little, well, that’s between Theo and his mirror. 

Chi’s excited whine, distant like she’s perched in the doorway between the bedroom and hall, pulls him around, his smile widening. The thought that maybe she understands what he’s doing crosses his mind, after all she seems smart enough for it most days. Maybe she does, maybe she doesn’t. Regardless, she eggs him on through getting dressed with little pleading sounds every time he dares to stop moving even for a second. He only gets a little frustrated at it when he’s holding a shirt in either hand, feeling the bottom buttons of the work shirt he swapped out ages ago — square for blue, triangle for black, hexagon for red, and circle for white — and the one he’d sewn into the t-shirt himself. 

“Gimme a minute!” he hisses at her when she whines again, head turning towards her even though with how dim the apartment is he can’t see even her vague outline. 

He’s not usually short with her, even when she’s excited like this, but his gut is twisting around in ways that make him debate running to the bathroom. There’s no reason to put this much thought into it. Grab a shirt and go. All he’s doing is taking Chi out. The only thing that’s off about this is that he’s doing it now rather than later, when the sun’s actually risen and he has any shot at seeing the fuzzy shapes of people or cars, as he normally does. He’s almost kicking himself over it, left hand falling away from the button down to rub uneasily over the thick scar down his chest. There’s a reason he’s doing, just not one that will stand up to any real scrutiny. 

Maybe he could conceive of conceding that it’s a little strange to know Liam’s schedule. Maybe. But, at the same time, it had been one of the most regular, regimented things in his chaos-ridden life for two months. Eight straight weeks of the standard iPhone alarm tone going off at 8:15am every single morning, followed by another at 8:30am. Every day. But, this last week, it had been anything but, changing daily in unpredictable ways. That alone wouldn’t have bothered him. Work was work, and he hasn’t quite figured out all that being a docent entails, or which institution he works at. If he could see, maybe he would have figured it out by now, since most places had logos that were at least semi-identifiable.

His face twists as he rubs at his chest again, fingertips kneading the stiff scar tissue. 

[stagred]

　I know it might be kinda weird to get sappy over some seriously fucked up content, but I'm gonna do it anyway. Mostly because it's 6:30AM and I've been awake for nearly 24 hours now, including an 8 hour shift in there. And I'm trying to stay awake at my laptop on the couch. Because I haven't enjoyed roleplay in so long. I'm in a private server with a few friends that really gave me the confidence boost I needed to really pour my heart in over here and my other two blogs, but guys... I haven't stayed up late, pushing through my body's need to sleep, solely because I'm that excited for the next reply since I was in high school. Maybe more than that. Maybe I'm jumping the gun, given that at the same time this is happening, there are people trying to ruin my fun, but I was ready to give up entirely on roleplay and possibly writing as a whole for a while. You guys have done what I thought was impossible and you've made me love a hobby and a fandom that I never thought I could feel safe in again. And I just really wanna thank you all so much for that.

　Now as much as I want to stay online and keep playing with my dolls, I'm gonna be a responsible adult and go to bed. But thank you all, genuinely, truly, from the bottom of my fucking heart. I really do love you all so much.

[portra400s]

MUN INTRO: hey! my name's peyton [th/th, cst, 21+] & i'll be writing for sverre olsen, lee hyeon, selena palacio & dylan hwang here. you can find me on discord @ #seamonkeydefender & please feel free to add me w/o asking as well! discord is my preferred plotting method. all of my characters are on sideblogs aside from sverre, so i will be dming from this blog when necessary... hehe

CHARA INTRO: first up, sverre olsen. he's a 26yr old grad student studying @ jeju natl university on the gks scholarship. he's an assistant editor for the local paper, but mostly works remotely as he spends a lot of time in jeju city for school. currently on his ~2nd year of living in yuseong bay. you can view his stats here & his pinterest here if interested!

answer the following prompts, either ooc or ic!

when did your muse first arrive in yuseong bay?: technically, about three and a half years ago when he did a semester abroad @ jeju natl uni as an undergrad student. he was living in jeju city, but a friend brought him to yuseong bay to see the meteor shower and he kind of fell in love with the place, which prompted him to consider doing the entirety of his grad studies in jeju. obviously, things ended up working out in his favor and he moved to yuseong bay two years ago.

what does an average day look like for your muse?: wake up at 6:30am, check on his cat (let her in if she spent the night outside; let her out if she spent the night inside) / make sure she has food, get ready, grab a quick coffee & breakfast @ andante cafe, catch the bus to jeju city, hate his life for about 7 hours, catch the bus back to yuseong bay, check on his cat (let her in if she spent the day outside; let her out if she spent the day inside), spend the rest of his evening working thru his laptop, which he will usually do in a public setting in order to people watch and daydream about having more friends than he does, try to go to bed by 10:30pm, usually lay awake regretting until midnight. rinse, repeat.

where can your muse usually be found?: around 7:30am he'll make a brief appearance at cafe andante (every weekday) / 8am to 3pm he'll be in jeju city @ jeju natl uni (mon, tues, thurs, fri) / frequently makes appearances at daeyanghwa florals to buy himself flowers, usually around 5:30/6pm / stops by ojo records about once every two weeks to see if anyone's given up any old records that might be up his alley / seen in the vicinity of hanwha resort wednesdays around 11:30am for undisclosed reasons, shut up, no you didn't see him there, that must've been someone else / does his weekly grocery shopping at lemon martes on wednesdays somewhere between 2pm and 5pm, usually loiters for a bit hoping to have a meetcute (hasn't happened yet, maybe next time?).

how does your muse feel about hanwha resort?: admittedly indifferent, but the general consensus suggests that he shouldn't be too into the idea, so he'll talk his fair share of shit if the social situation calls for it. unfortunately his parents chose to purchase a timeshare as an excuse to be closer to him for at least two weeks out of the year, so that's both making sverre truly hate the place but also making the locals think he's a supporter since his name is also on the timeshare and he has to attend the seminars.

is there an aspiration for your muse to stay in or leave yuseong bay?: eh... he's got a stray cat that's taken a shine to him, he's on a full-ride scholarship and still has another year to go before he gets his master's degree, and rent's cheaper here than it is in jeju city, so he's got reasons to stay at least for the next year. however, he doesn't romanticize yuseong bay like he used to & wouldn't be opposed to relocating—regardless, he'll have to go back to the netherlands once he's done with school, soooo...

answer the following, ooc!

list your muse's three favorite songs: annie's song by john denver, chateau lobby #4 (in c for two virgins) by father john misty, my girl by the temptations; a fan of emotionally-charged, old (or old-sounding) love songs.

describe your muse's wardrobe: “grandpacore,” to put it simply. a color palette of neutrals in vintage inspired pieces. a lot of chunky sweaters, loose trousers & loafers, has sometimes been told that his fashion choices are “reminiscent of oatmeal,” whatever that means. occasionally breaks out a bold t-shirt or sweatshirt with some ironic phrase on it. accessorizes with messenger bags, dad hats, minimal gold jewelry & retro (sun)glasses. has a collection of converse high-tops, but rarely wears them these days.

color, word, and emoji to describe your muse: beige, "oatmeal", 🧸

three strong likes and dislikes for your muse: really likes animals (especially ones that people are usually afraid of or grossed out by, i.e possums, insects, rodents), the sound of the ocean (including putting a big shell up to his ear to "hear the ocean"), laughing / really doesn't like ac/dc, traveling by taxi, action movies.

three positive and negative traits for your muse: positive affectionate, sincere, intelligent / negative obsessive, irrational, dependent.

three talents and shortcomings for your muse: talents cooking, picking up new words, befriending wild critters / shortcomings can't drive, nervous about making phonecalls, low spice tolerance.

a relevant goal or arch for your character to overcome: at the moment, sverre's an assistant editor for the local newspaper; in the remaining time that he'll be in yuseong bay, he would like to be promoted to just... an editor... but that probably won't happen. aside from that, he's currently The Loser of Yuseong Bay so it would be nice to see him gain more confidence in himself / make meaningful friendships!

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

A Morning with the Nessian Family

Inspo: @sunshinebingo Go see her Gwynriel version. This is for @nestaarcheronweek

6:30am

Nesta and Cassian were early risers. They been that way since they had their five daughters. Cassandra, Silvia, Nora, Angelia, and Matilda. Cassandra, Silvia, and Nora were triplets while their younger sisters were twins. Having to wake up this early meant either one of the two things. One, one of the twins (or both) were crying. Or two, it was time for the triplets to go to school.

Nesta heard her husband’s alarm clock go off from his side of the bed and felt him move his arm to turn it off. “Please tell me it’s daylight savings and we get to sleep for 2 more hours.” Nesta heard Cassian groan as he rolled over on his back and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Nesta gave him a sleepy-like giggle. “If only that were the case. What day is it today?” she asked as she grabbed her phone from the nightstand and turned it on, averting her eyes from the light. “It’s...Thursday. The girls have PE today.”

“I’ll get started on the wash.” Cassian said as Nesta agreed to wake up the girls. Nesta rose from her bed along with Cassian and made her way to their daughters’ bed room. Once inside, she noticed that their room looked exactly the same as last night. Dirty. While a ton of toys on the floor and two dirty blankets that definitely belonged to Nora. Nesta went over to her eldest daughter Cassandra and lightly shook her. “Mmm, Mommy?” she said, the word ‘mommy’ always sent a soundwave of love into Nesta’s heart. “Morning sweetheart. It’s time to get ready for school.”

“But I don’t wanna. It’s too early.” Cassandra whined as Nesta laughed. “But you have PE-”

“PE!? DODGEBALL!” Cassandra screamed, fully awake as she jumped out of her bed and proceeded to wake her sister. Nesta couldn’t help but laugh at the serious 180 her daughter pulled.

6:45am

“Daddy! You promised.” Cassandra said while holding onto her black pegasus that she got for Christmas. Cassian rolled his eyes as he finished putting on his shirt. “I didn’t promise anything. You’re too young to date.”

“But I want a boyfriend.” Cassandra whined as her father sighed. Cassian walked out of his room to check on the twins, Cassandra following close behind. “Please!”

“No!”

“But Daddy!” Cassandra whined again when Cassian entered the room and noticed that his wife was already dressing up Matilda. Matilda was the only one in the family besides Nesta who didn’t have wings. Not that any of her big sisters minded. They even hoped that their other sisters won’t have wings like Matilda. Like that would ever happen...

Nesta smirked at Cassian. “Cassie, is Daddy telling you you can’t have a boyfriend?” Cassandra nodded at her mother. “Daddy thinks I’m too younger. But I’m already five.”

“Cassie’s getting a boyfriend?” Everyone looked to see Nora and Silvia popping up in front of the door way. “I wanna boyfriend.”

“Me too.”

“Me three.” A noise coming from their now awake daughter Angelia filled in with agreement, though Nesta doubt she understood the argument. Cassian looked down at his daughters as they continued to pester their father, eager to get what they want. “Um, honey?” Nesta giggled. “Alright girls, settles down. Or else you won’t get to play dodgeball at school today.” That seemed to get the girls attention as they all raced to their room to finish getting dressed.

Cassian sighed in relief. “What will I do without you?” he said as he gave Nesta a kiss on her lips. “Probably give into the cuteness of our daughters and give them a boyfriend.” Nesta answered as Cassian shuddered at the memory.

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7:15am

“Kids! Breakfast!” Cassian called from the kitchen as Nesta came down with her two twins and placed them in their high chairs. Followed behind her, Cassandra and her triplet sisters raced downstairs each fully clothes and ready for school. “Chocolate pancakes, chocolate pancakes!” They all chanted as Cassian smiled and rolled his eyes, giving each of his daughters a chocolate chip pancake. “Can Angelia and Matilda have one too?” Silvia asked as her father looked at their mother.

Angelia and Matilda started teething a couple of days ago. Making it harder for Nesta to breastfeed them. Maybe it was time for them to try solid food. Nesta nodded as Cassian smiled. “Of course they can.” he said making a small chocolate chip pancake for the twins. The twins eyes the pancake in confusion, but once Angelia had hers in her mouth, she chirped happily. Matilda did the same after eating hers.

The triplets cheered for their sisters as they continued to eat their breakfast.

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7:30am

Cassian and Nesta had just finished packing their twins bags for daycare when they heard crying coming from the girls bedroom. Cassian groaned. “I swear if those three are fighting on which shirt is which,”

“I’ll take care of it.” Nesta replied before Cassian could finish. After heading upstairs, Nesta walked into the girls’ bedroom to find Nora crying, Silvia rubbing her back, and Cassandra searching around the bedroom. “What’s wrong Nora?” Nesta asked as Nora sniffed. “I lost Mrs. Sparklemane.” Mrs. Sparklemane was the purple pegasus that she got for Christmas last year. It was her favorite plushie to play with alongside her sisters’ pegasi Silver and Death. “Well, when was the last time you’ve seen her baby?”

“I put her over there.” Nora replied pointing at their closet. It wasn’t there now. Just a pile of dirty clothes that her husband forgot to wash. Nesta sighed. “Didn’t I tell you girls to clean up last night?” she asked as Silvia nodded. “Yes Mommy.”

“This is what happens when you don’t clean girls. You loose things.”

“Can’t we just clean up now?” Cassandra asked after searching the room for her sister’s favorite toy. Nesta shook her head. “No baby, it’s time for school.” Nesta told them as Nora sniffed a bit.

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7:35am

“Alright girls, time to get in the car.” Cassian called out as only Nora sadly walked downstairs with her bookbag. Cassian was caught up to speed about what happened today so he wasn’t surprised to find his daughter walking sadly downstairs. “Hey, come on sweetie. We’ll find Mrs. Sparklemane when we get home this afternoon, okay?” Nora’s father said as Nora nodded sadly and got in the car. Nesta got in on the passanger side after strapping in her twins. “Honey, where’s Cassandra and Silvia?”

“NORA!” Both parents turned to find their daughters running towards the car and hoping inside holding their pegasus plushie. “We’re sorry we couldn’t find Mrs. Sparklemane.”

“So we wanted you to take Death and Silver.” Cassandra finished for Silvia as they placed them in Nora’s arms. Nora gasped when she felt them in her grasp. “Thanks Cassie. Thanks Silvia.” she said as her big sisters hugged their little sister. “Just give them back to us by the end of the day okay?” Cassandra said as Nora nodded in agreement

Cassian and Nesta smiled at their daughters. They did well raising those three. “Alright girls, time to get to school.”

“Wait!” The yell coming from Silvia almost startled her parents. “I have to pee.” Silvia said as she hopped out of the car and rushed straight to the bathroom. Nesta laughed as Cassian rolled his eyes as they waited for their daughter to come back.

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Bonus= 1:37pm

Nesta and Cassian walked into the principals office noticing their two eldest daughters holding a very nervous Nora as she cling onto their two pegasus plushies. Their principal looked up to see their parents. “Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Archeron.” he said as the triplet’s parents looked at the principal. “We got a call saying that our daughters were in your office. Exactly what happened today?” Nesta asked as the principal walked them through what happened.

Apparently, Cassandra, Silvia, and Nora got into a fight with another little boy about their age. The boy was with the school nurse but the triplets didn’t suffer any injuries at all. “That’s not what happened.” Silvia said as the adults turned to her. “Matthew was picking on Nora.” she said with ease as Nora flinched at his name. “Nora told him to stop but then Matthew said...” their eldest daughter trailed off as she gestured to Nora that she should say it. Nora gulped down her fear. “Matthew told me that it’d be better if my wings were clipped. I asked him what he meant so he said, ‘Girls shouldn’t have wings at all.’”

No amount of anger burned hotter than Cassian and Nesta’s. Not only did the boy insult their daughter, he also insulted her entire heritage. Cassian and Nesta turned sharply at the principal who looked just as shocked as they were. “Did you know about this?” Nesta asked as the principal shook his head. “Where is that little boy?”

“Cassian-”

“I just wanna talk to his parents. And possibly break a few legs.”

“Cassian!”

“Can I break one leg?”

“You’re not breaking any legs.” Nesta replied as Cassian pouted a bit. “But we are going to have a chat with that boy’s parents.” Nesta declared as the principal gave them the student’s full name. Luckily their was only one Matthew so it wasn’t hard to find him. Or his parents.

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Long story short, those parents got a massive amount of suing from the Archeron Family. And I mean the ENTIRE Archeron Family.

[mama-qwerty]

I've been awake since 3:30am. It's now 6:00am and I'm ready to lay down and sleep, but now I have to get up.

It's gonna be a looooooong day.

[thepoeticfox]

I have been awake since 6:30am. I went to bed around 9pm last night like an old lady. But y'know what? I slept and woke like a reasonable human.

I've also already started some laundry and am dreading the rest of the cleaning I have planned. I actually need to get dressed first though bc I will almost immediately need to take out trash.