#hes so real laying on the floor. so comfy!!

[skitskatdacat63]

2023 Qatar Grand Prix - Oscar getting in his floor time

[wettvagina]

STICKY ICKY

desc: ohmygod! eren yeager, the college jock everyone wants to fuck, got his dick leaked all over campus. with his dickpic in every girl's phone, what happens when you finally get to see it.. warnings: p in v , creampie , blowjob , hottub sex a/n: dont do this irl guys, you will get an sti!

The bottom of your sandals clicked as you walked through the hallway of your apartment, the crisp air smelled like baby powder and cold donuts, the air conditioning system pumped frigid wind onto your face, causing a shiver to go down your spine, your face scrunched as you hurried to find your keycard, almost excited to get to your comfy queen sized bed, located in your cozy, homely room.

You saw the card scanner emit a green flash of light, indicating that the door was unlocked, with a flip of your wrist you unlocked the door, hearing everyone's voices in full volume. "No way! Is this what....the second time?" Sasha snorted, "No, this is the first time." Mikasa retorted in her usual calm voice, a slight smirk on her face as she conversed amongst the group of Ymir, Historia and Sasha.

The four of them sat on the floor of your living room, the pink, fuzzy carpet under your coffee table provided an area for Sasha to lay down as she snacked on some gummy worms in her hand, "Oh you're home, come look at this." Ymir's voice rang, your brows furrowed and you briskly deserted your belongings onto the couch before looking at what was displayed on Ymir's phone.

"WOAH!" your eyes widened as your friends snickered, "Thoughts?" Sasha chirped, "First of all, why is it so big?" you announce, "And veiny and pink." you went on, "Guess who?" Sasha snorted once again, "Wait that's real, no way, I thought that shit was AI generated or something the way how big it is." you mention as you crossed your legs to sit on the floor.

"Oh, yeah, it does look kinda fake cuz' it's zoomed up." Ymir mentions before taking her thumb and index finger to pinch at her screen, showing you the original picture, "No way! Is that?" you shouted, "Uh huh." Ymir nodded, you looked at Ymir's phone with wide eyes and a slightly heated face.

The erotic picture on Ymir's phone showed the school's thotty hottie, Eren Yeager, shirtless, grey sweatpants slightly pullled down exposing his hard cock, his phone was in his hands, half-way blocking his face but everyone knew it was him. His tense abs glazed with sweat and his dick was just panty wetting.

"No way." you iterated, in complete disbelief, feeling a sense of loss as Ymir pulled her phone away, "I mean, definitely not surprised." Historia chimed in, "He is him, after all." Mikasa sighed, "A manwhore." Sasha snarled while chewing, "Wonder who leaked it though." you say chewing on your nail.

"Hm, I say it probably got surface from his hidden Twitter account or something." Ymir suggested playfully, "Or OnlyFans." Sasha teased, "I wouldn't doubt it." Historia shrugged, "His fans are definitely getting off to that." Ymir taunted, "I know I am." you say, half heartedly. "Gross." Historia giggled, "What? I mean did you see that thing, it's like a uterus pounder." you sneered.

"That is nasty, but you're right though." Sasha agreed, "I dunno' how I'm gonna look at him the same." Mikasa shook her head, causing everyone to giggle. "Can I see that again?" you questioned, making Ymir turn on her phone, pointing the screen at you to which you grabbed, examining the entire picture oncemore.

"Hm, yeah I think I wanna fuck him now." you admit, "C'mon, have some respect for yourself." Historia joked, "No like seriously, he's carrying a third leg." you say straightforwardly. "Well I mean, if you wanna take a ride on that horse, go for it. Eren is pretty easy." Ymir states, "Yeah, wear a condom though, you wouldn't want to get any...disease." Sasha encouraged, "You know there is that party tonight." Historia mentions, "Well, it's confirmed, I'm fucking him tonight." you declare with heavy emphasis on the word fucking.

"Good luck, girl." Mikasa cheers on.

It seems the universe had been on your side that night, as Eren was nowhere to be found in Connie's condo party, you looked in every corner, bathroom and bedroom, he was absent. What if he did show out of embarrassment, I mean his dick literally just got leaked everywhere, or wait, did he have a girlfriend? And was he hooking up with her???

You obviously did not think this plan through, leading you to go on a sex-deprived, drunken rant to everyone about how you hadn't had any good sex in three months, leading Jean to pushing you outside Connie's condo, telling you to 'get some air', so you went at the top floor, to actually get some air.

And there you found him, smoking weed near in the hottub. Oh boy it was a scene, he was half naked, those God-carven abs on full display along with his v-line, his hair was free and rested delicately along his shoulders.

Smiling to yourself, you had schemed a profound plan. You threw your dress of your body, thanking yourself for wearing a matching underwear set of a pink push-up bra and matching panties. You composed yourself, barely walking in a straight line as you approached the hot tub which was sectioned off in a small square near the pool.

"Oh, I didn't realize the hot tub was occupied." You say, your glossed lips pursed once you finished talking, "O-Oh. I don't mind." Eren says calmly, taking a final puff of his blunt before discarding it. "Really? Well if you don't mind." you smirk to yourself before getting into the hot tub, the space was small, but wide enough to keep you both at an appropriate distance from eachother as you sat parallel to him, your face facing his as he exhaled the smoke.

"I've seen you before." Eren immediately striked conversation, "Yeah? I've seen you too." you smirk, Eren blushes, seemingly getting at what you were saying, "Right, we have the same major?" he asks, "Hm, what's your major?" you ask, noticing has gaze raking your body. "Huh?" he asks like an idiot, "I said what's your major?" you repeat with a sweet, calm voice, "Oh- Computer Science." he says, "Mines Econ, we probably share some classes though." you mention, "Yeah." he agrees.

"I didn't know you live in this building." Eren admits, "Oh, right." you say awkwardly, it's cuz' you dont, your broke ass lives in the building atleast four blocks away because it was the cheapest option, only rich guys with sport scholarships live here.

"Well, you barely know me, haha." you giggle awkwardly, "Well, wanna change that?" he asks with a smirk. "What are you trying to say?" you question, and in one swift motion his body is near you and his hand is ontop yours. "You know what I'm trying to say." he says, and with that final sentence, he leans in for a much anticipated kiss.

His pink, swollen, warm lips rode against yours, as you felt his hand wrap behind your neck, pulling you in closer as he slides his tongue into your mouth. His body cages yours as your back presses against the wall of the hot tub the warm water surrounded your body seemingly intensified it's tempurature.

His hand lowers to your ass, grabbing at the plump flesh as he presses kisses along your neck, his hand lowers to behind your knee, hooking both hands behind each of your knees as he pulls you up onto him, continuing to kiss onto your neck, you drape your arms around his neck feeling your clit throb against your panties.

Feeling his dick slightly poke against your inner thighs, you feel him pull away. "No- we should stop." he says almost shyly, still holding you up, "Why?" you question immediately, "I don't have a condom." he says while looking down. "Good, I wanted you to fuck me raw anyways." you say eagerly.

He grins before letting you off of him, spinning you around so that your pelvis pressed against the walls of the hot tub, you feel his hand on your ass underwater and his lips come near your ears, "You sure?" he asks, "Mhm." you hum, and feel some water splashing as he takes his dick out, you look back at at, seeing it in the flesh.

Lawd, it was bigger in real life, you couldn't wait for him to just fuck you already, you knew that you probably added some liquid into this hot tub with how wet you were. You continued to watch back as he slipped it in, slowly rocking his hips onto your ass, you arch your back as his huge dick was only half in.

"Shit." you hear him groan, and you push back onto him, his entire dick entered your pussy and you watched as his face contorted to match the pleasure he was feeling, his brows shot up and his eyes glassy. "'m gonna move." you hear him say, your hum in response was turned into a moan that fell off your tongue as he harshly pressed himself against you, grabbing onto your hips as he pounded into your pussy.

The only sounds you heard was his groans and grunts, as well as the sound of his skin slapping onto yours which was muffled by the splashing of water. "Oh shit." you cried out as you felt his fingers dig deeper into your hips, his pace increasing.

"Shit." his breaths were ragged as he watched down to where his dick slid in and out of your welcoming pussy, he slightly smirked at the sight as he leaned his face to the back of your neck, inhaling your scent before kissing onto your skin.

You were a bit surpised since he was fucking you like if you were his wife or something, you barely knew him, but you had no complaints and your thoughts were immediately slammed out of your head when you felt his dick tense inside of you, "Oh-" his words were cut off when you felt your insides get warmer, hearing him pant as he released his warm come inside of you.

"Shit." he groans, pressing himself deeper into you, his pelvis jamming against the curve of your ass as he rides out his high, moaning and groaning into your mouth as you turn your head to look back at him, only for him to kiss you oncemore.

He pulls out of you swiftly and you hear the water splash, "You think you can go for one more." you ask looking back at him, "Sure." he smiles, "Follow me." you say, climbing out of the hot tub, and grabbing onto his hand as you lead him the the changing rooms, you go into the women's changing room with your hand in his.

It was late and the room was empty, you passed through a series of empty toilet stalls to get to the other side of the room which was a changing room with showers, "Sit." you instruct, watching as he sits on the bench in front of you. You get onto your knees between his thighs, pulling at his waistband watching how his cock already erected again.

You didn't hesitate to take his cock into your mouth, sucking on the tip before licking onto the entire shaft, your lips pressed around his tip as you swirled your tongue around the slit, licking at the beads of precome around the swollen tip.

"S-Shit." you hear him groan as your head bobs on his cock, you continue to suck on the tip while stroking the parts of his dick where your mouth wasn't on. You released the tip from the warmth of your mouth to spit on it, taking it back into your mouth oncemore as you try to fit his entire length into your mouth.

His fists clench and his knees were almost shaking, loose strands of his hair hung in front of his face as water droplets ran down his bare chest and down to his chiseled abs. "Fuck." he grunts, hand digging into your hair, you look up at him as he jolts his hips forward into your mouth, making his tip hit the back of your throat.

And within seconds he's coming in your mouth, you feel his hot, white come in your mouth as he groans, thighs shaking as you continued to lick at his tip while he comes in your mouth. "Fuck!" he curses as he rides out his second high, hips stuttering slightly when you rub at his dick while he's still coming.

"I need your number." he says between heavy breaths.

[vinnellamadz]

Enemies to lovers Adam x f!reader?

Enemies to Lovers

Adam X Reader

A/N: I shed blood, sweat and tears making this. SORRY IF ITS OOC this is my first real fic Adam is a PAIN to write.

You were never really able to get along with Adam. From the moment Adam arrived in heaven, the two of you were always at each other's throats.

Adam would always pick fights over the smallest things, and it was always enough to make you bite back. There wasn't a single day that he couldn't get under your skin and make fun of you. Calling you names, competing with you, and just being a general pain in your ass.

Today was the day of the first-second extermination of the year.

Adam was off giving his soldiers a 'pep talk', but before he flew off to this hazbin hotel, he came to you first.

As always, he made sure to get his daily insults in before he left, tearing into you with his words, ensuring you knew just how inferior and pathetic he deemed you. His snarky and playful tone only served to aggravate you further. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, you snapped back, 'Oh, shut up! I hope you never return, Adam!' His initial shock quickly gave way to a smug grin. 'Calm your pretty little head, babe,' he retorted, his arrogance undeterred as he continued to prattle on about himself."

You weren't even listening; His annoying voice was easy to block out.

“plus I know you’ll miss me, I fuckin’ rock, I’m THE Adam” he pointed to himself keeping that stupid shit eating smile he always had, god you wanted to punch him so bad but couldn't, as you feared you would get sent to hell so you slammed the door in his face instead.

Later that night, you were sitting on your heavenly comfy couch, enjoying the latest episodes of your favorite shows. You were just about to fall asleep when a frantic knock jolted you from the cushions. With a tinge of fear, you approached the door, thinking, 'This is heaven; this couldn’t be bad, right?' As you opened the door and peeked out, you were shocked to see Adam, but he was far from his usual self. Covered in golden blood and bearing multiple stab wounds, he looked as though he had been through hell. (Lol) Without hesitation, you flung the door open, calling out, 'Adam!' before he collapsed on your doorstep.

It had been a while since you found Adam. Earlier, you had managed to drag him to your couch. As you attempted to patch him up, you discovered several more wounds scattered across his body. Shocked by the extent of his injuries, you couldn't help but wonder who could have inflicted such damage.

hours have passed since the surprise at your doorstep. You had fallen asleep on the floor beside him. When you woke up, he had yet to awaken, Panic gripped your heart as you reached out to shake him gently, wondering if he had actually died in his sleep. (double dead) You placed your finger beneath his nose, relieved to feel the subtle rise and fall of his breath. 'Why do I even care so much...' you pondered, a mix of emotions swirling within you.

More hours had passed, and as you were making lunch for yourself, you heard him make a sound. Turning around, you saw that he had finally woken up. “What the fuck am I doing here?” was the first thing that came out of his mouth. “You came to me, Adam. You're hurt.” Upon hearing your words, he winced and attempted to sit up, but a wave of pain washed over him, causing him to groan. Reacting quickly, you rushed to his side, gently placing a hand on his shoulder to ease him back down. 'Lay down, Adam,' you said softly, concern evident in your voice. “You're going to make it worse if you push yourself too hard.” Adam groaned with displeasure as you stood up and started walking back to the kitchen. However, something he said made you stop in your tracks.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” You froze in surprise. 'What?' Slowly, you turned to him, a shocked expression on your face. “Excuse me? How hard did you hit your head?”

You stood there in silence as he just stared at you “… I’m just fucking with you… dumb b-bitch…” he looked away in embarrassment, you stared at him with a shocked look ‘doesn’t sound like was a joke..’

“I can do it myself!” He argued.

"If you move, you'll probably explode or die. Stop it!" You were trying your best to care for him these past few days, but he's just such a pain in the ass. Currently, you were trying to feed him, but he kept turning his head away, stubborn as ever. Fed up with his behavior and the frustration boiling inside you, you finally snapped. With determination, you grabbed hold of his head, locking eyes with him. "Just eat it, damn it!" you exclaimed, frustration evident in your voice as you forcefully shoved the spoon into his mouth. Finally, he relented and ate it, although begrudgingly.

“I’d rather you shove your-“

“Shut the fuck up”

“Moody Bitch…”

You scoffed at his remarks, striding over to him and motioning for him to sit up, to which he obliges. "Take your shirt off," you instruct. He smirks in response. "Don't give me that look; you know what I mean." His smirk fades into annoyance as he complies with your request. Gently removing his bandages required getting close, and you carefully unwrap them before swiftly replacing them with fresh ones, wrapping them around his body with precision and care.

"You look really pretty down there" he grins at you, his eyes sparkling with admiration. You blush in response, feeling a warm flush creeping up your cheeks, unsure of how to respond to the unexpected compliment.

Wanna know a secret?" He said, catching your attention. You looked at him with a confused expression, but slowly nodded, curiosity piqued.

"you know I live alone right now? No one's going to—" Your words were cut off as you felt his hand grasp your face, Before you could react, his lips met yours in a sudden, electrifying kiss, sending a rush of warmth through your body.

Adam pulled away, leaving you stunned and bewildered by the sudden rush of conflicting emotions.

"You make it so damn difficult to hate you," he confessed, his voice tinged with frustration and a hint of something deeper, something you couldn't quite decipher. As you stood there, grappling with the unexpected confession, you realized that perhaps there was more to your relationship than just rivalry. With a mixture of uncertainty and expanding hope, you met his gaze, silently acknowledging the unspoken possibility of a new beginning between two former enemies turned potential lovers.

This was so hard goodbye. It’s so OOC I’m soo sorry I tried to rush the end to put this out faster 😭

[honeyboylovee]

‘Sleep well, baby’

Pairing: Wonwoo x gn!reader

Word count: 600ish

Genre: established relationship!AU, fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: I had this in my drafts for way too long. I had my exams and just couldn’t finish it. So here it is now that I’ve a little time. Feedbacks are very appreciated. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading.

The sound of the elevator dinging reaches your ears. You have reached your floor. With the last ounce of energy you have in yourself, you drag your aching feet till you reach your apartment door.

As you enter, you notice Wonwoo’s shoes in the shoe rack. He is home early today, you think. You take off your shoes and hang your coat before moving towards the kitchen. You’re hungry and there’s food. That’s all you see. The last meal you had was seven hours ago. You really have faced the consequences of not carrying a snack to your work today.

He’s wearing his headphones and the bright light from his monitor illuminates his face. He doesn’t notice you yet. On reaching near his gaming chair, you gently place your hand on his shoulder so you don’t startle him. His attention shifts from the game and almost immediately, his smile that you love so much graces his face.

He pulls you on his lap and wraps his arms around your waist. Soon after, he saves his progress in the game that he was playing and exits it. Now all his attention is focused on you.

‘How was your day, baby?’, he asks you.

‘Long, like really fucking long. I haven’t even showered yet because I was starving and just wanted to eat.’

‘Hm…I understand. You worked for almost 12 hours today, didn’t you?’

‘Yes, I did! And you know what, my lame excuse of a boss still thinks that’s not enough.’, you say with a raised voice as you let your frustration out.

‘No way! Does he want you to live in your cubicle now?’, Wonwoo exclaims, completely invested in your rant about your senior.

You chuckle at his comment. If there’s one thing Wonwoo is the best at, it is to validate your frustration. He never makes you feel unheard even though sometimes your rants become repetitive.

‘I don’t knowww’, you whine, as you snuggle your head into his shoulder. The warmth he radiates immediately comforts you. One of his palms shifts to draw little shapes on your arm. On nights like these, all you want to do is to sleep in his arms with his scent and warmth engulfing you. The rythmic thumping of his heart calms you down.

‘Want me to run a bath for you, baby?’

‘Mhm no, gonna shower real quick..’, you say as you get up from his lap.

‘Gonna wait for you in the bedroom, hm?’, he says sweetly.

‘Yeah baby, I’ll be super quick so I can be in bed faster’

Shower was tiring, to say the least. All you did was stand under the showerhead for ten minutes like that would get rid of all the dirt from the day. As you got out, you saw Wonwoo laying on the bed with his phone and his glasses on. He was wearing a white shirt looking comfy as ever. You rushed the process of putting on your night clothes. And now, you could be in bed. Finally, you could be with your boyfriend who looked so comfy from afar.

‘This is the best part of my day’, you whispered.

‘Sleep well, baby’, he told you, eager for you to get some rest.

As you slipped into a slumber listening to his heart beat, Wonwoo made a mental point to let you sleep in on the weekend and get your favourite food delivered.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Kim Seungmin x F!Reader TW : established relationship ; none ; just fluff ; Word Count : 0.9k Request : nope!

“Minnie-ahhh!!!” You called from the bathroom, your hair dripping droplets of water onto the tile floor, your body wrapped with the shower curtain as you foolishly remembered that you had forgotten to grab a towel before you got in. “Seungmin!!!” You called once more, dropping the cute name now as the vent turned on and blasted cold air against your still wet skin. 

In the living room just a few feet away sat your boyfriend on the couch, unbeknownst to you, his headphones were covering his ears and blasting the ever so calming music of Animal Crossing. He couldn’t hear you at all, it was his day off, and he had decided- with your help -that it would be a day of pure relaxation, and to him, relaxing was being able to keep up on his little village and hopefully invite a couple more residents to his town. 

The air had gotten too cold, and at this point your body had either absorbed all of the little beads of water or they had just trickled down to the floor. The only thing that was still wet was your hair, but you didn’t really mind if it air dried, as long as you’d be able to cuddle up with your boyfriend to keep you warm. 

You padded across the floor to the living room, dropping down onto the couch beside Seungmin, who still hadn’t even looked up from his screen, and then shimmied under his arm to lay your head on his lap. “Aish… your hair is freezing!” He finally pried his eyes away from the console to stare down at you, the most adorable scowl on his face that you knew he didn’t mean. “Why didn’t you wrap it up this time?” 

“Because someone didn’t hear me calling for them.” You sassily retorted, purposely pressing your head further against his lap and stifling a giggle when you heard him sigh. “You’re so warm, Minnie! I need your warmth! Give it to me!” You continued to tease, shoving your hands now into the pockets of his hoodie, and you could feel his body vibrating with the laughter that he was trying so hard to suppress. 

“So annoying… pabo…” He muttered, playfully flicking your nose, but when your face scrunched up he couldn’t help but break character and smile down at you. It was hard for him to not react to how cute you were. “Get up real quick.” He said, and your lips turned down at the corners into a little frown which made him roll his eyes. “Just for a second, jeesh, I’ll be right back, I promise.” 

He didn’t give you much time to move, instead he carefully lifted your head from his lap and got up, chuckling a little too deviously when he watched your head drop back down to the cushion. “Meanie…” You huffed out the word which only made him laugh more. You loved him though, you loved that you could tease each other and bicker because you knew that through it all, he loved you too, the two of you just had a slightly different way of showing it than most couples. 

When he returned to the living room, he was carrying the thick comforter from off the bed, and while he tried to play the annoyed act, you could see right through it. He was softer than butter, and it made your tummy feel fuzzy and your heart race. “Sit up, come on… You wanna be warm, let me keep you warm.” He said, and you quickly obliged, scooting as far against the back cushions as you could to give him room to lay down beside you. 

His arm quickly wrapped around you, trapping you against his chest, not that you minded, as he continued to play his game. Your head laid upon his chest, and you could tell that he was comfortable. Even though he didn’t say it much, he loved moments like this just as much. His heart kept a steady rhythm and his breaths were calm, you’d almost think he was sleeping if he wasn’t still playing the game. “Are you comfy?” You whispered, snuggling closer against him, and he let out a soft hum of agreement, letting go of the console momentarily to run his hand over your hair. 

“Are you warm now?” He asked just as softly, and you nodded quickly, tangling your legs with his and you could feel him smiling, his cheeks rising up just slightly before he turned his head just enough to press a kiss to your forehead. “If you get uncomfortable just let me know, we can go to the bedroom.” He reminded you, and while most people would assume that there was some ulterior motive to the words, you knew better, and you knew your boyfriend better than anyone else. 

“I like it here… I can be closer to you…” You murmured, wrapping your arm around his waist and somehow managing to move ever closer. “You know I love you, right?” You asked, holding tightly onto the loose fabric of his hoodie, your eyes slowly closing as your body threatened to fall asleep against him. 

“I know you do, you tell me every day.” He said, his voice holding a false, teasing coyness that had you scoffing, and inevitably it had him laughing once again. “I love you too, bubs.” He said once his laughter had died down into a small snicker. “I know you’re tired, you can take a nap. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” 

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[amomentsescape]

What would a night routine of the reader bathing with the slasher to clean the blood off and then brushing teeth and changing into pj to go to bed be like with the main slashers?

Slashers' Night Time Routine with Reader

A/N: This is such a wholesome request, thank you!

Freddy Krueger

If Freddy needs to make a visit to the "real" world, he will most certainly stop by your place near the end

He used to always associate real life with anger and death, but having you has made him appreciate it as more than that

He'll always show up unannounced

Sometimes he even likes to give you a little scare as his way of saying "hi"

His arms bursting through the couch and wrapping around you

His severed head rolling out from under your bed

You get the picture

But once his laughs and your berating settle down, he goes soft

He'll hug you and let you know how the night went before settling into your bed

The nice thing about literally being a dream demon is that he can go from smelly and bloody to fresh and clean with a twist of his knifed glove

It's normally pretty late by the time he's with you, so you're always freshened up and in comfy clothes already

He pulls you into him and gently rubs up and down your arm

He doesn't really sleep so he just lays with you for however long he feels necessary

He sometimes takes you into his dream world once you're asleep

But if you need the rest, he makes sure to leave you a little gift in the morning

Usually a flower or candy of some kind

Occasionally it's an eyeball or a finger

It is Freddy after all

Michael Myers

This man hardly sleeps to be honest

He usually just naps a bit during the day and stays up all night doing serial killer stuff

The fact that he even functions normally is odd to you

He comes home late a lot of the time, but you try to stay up for him

He's scolded you several times about this, but it's the one thing you will never budge on

You greet him at the door with a tired smile as he walks over to you

He lets you hold his mask once he takes it off as he heads to the bathroom

His clothing sits in a messy pile on the bathroom floor as you wipe off his mask with a clean cloth

Once this is done, you head into the bathroom

He never used to care about the dried blood and sweat on him until he met you

Now, there's something about when getting clean with you that he enjoys

Not that he'd ever say this out loud

You hop into the shower with him and help wash his back, gently scratching and rubbing along his skin

You can always feel his tense posture relax at this

After the shower, you both step out and brush your teeth

You already have his pajama pants ready for him after this, allowing him to get comfortable

Everything up to this point is done is silence, both of you just enjoying each other's presence

But once you both are cuddled up in bed, you begin to talk about the things that happened today and what you did while he was gone

He isn't much of a talker himself, but he does like listening to your voice

It helps him relax as he eventually watches you fall asleep against him

Jason Voorhees

He loves seeing your bright smile whenever he walks through the door

It's what he looks forwards to the most while he's still out stalking the woods

You're always quick to help him shrug off his jacket and set his machete off to the side

Once the bloody outer layer of clothing is off, he engulfs you in a big hug as his way of saying he missed you

After a bit, you sit him down and begin taking a warm washcloth to his body, wiping away any small blood splatters still leftover

Baths and even showers still don't sit right with Jason, and although he could do it, the night is meant to be about comfort, so you don't push him into the bathroom for the sake of his relaxation

Once he's cleaned up, he follows you around while you brush your teeth and get changed, just enjoying being in your company

He is technically undead, so brushing his teeth and sleeping aren't really in his normal routine

But he will lay with you in bed and listen to you hum softly

He'll caress your cheek once he sees your eyes flutter close, a soft smile growing on your face

This is normally how you fall asleep, Jason by your side and watching over you

Thomas Hewitt

It's not easy working outside all day in the southern heat

Once inside, you hand him an old rag so that he can wipe off the sweat from around his face, him offering a smile behind his mask

After this, he takes a seat at the table with you and eats dinner

This is when you talk about your day and just share anything you want to tell him

He listens intently and even chimes in with a few nods and gentle squeezes on your hand

You then clear the dishes once you're both done eating, letting him get the shower ready

You follow in after him, relaxing under the warm water

Once he rinses off the grime, he pulls you close to him under the shower head

He honestly can't think of anything better than to be under the pouring of warm water with you in his arms

He'd repeat the tiring day 100 times if it would always end like this

Once you're both washed up, you brush your teeth at the sink

You both have to take turns with this, sometimes nudging up against him and poking him as a joke

He always has a wide smile

Once you both go to bed, you rest your head on his chest, rubbing circles into his tense muscles

You both eventually fall asleep intertwined with one another

Bubba Sawyer

At the end of a long day, Bubba is all but sprinting into the house to see you

He pulls you into him, not even considering all the sweat and dirt getting on you

Not that you really cared anyways

His enthusiasm makes up for it

He then makes his way to the bathroom, basically leaving a trail of his dirty clothes along the way

He's more of a bath person, relishing in the bubbles and the warm water

So once he has the bath started, he is eager to help you undress

Not even in an inappropriate way, he just likes to have you in the tub with him

Once the soap has been added and the water is the right temp, you both get in together

He has you facing him while you talk about your day

He likes to play with your hands and plop clumps of bubbles onto your head

Anything to make you laugh is a win in his books

After your bath, you both get into some cozy clothes and watch TV

This usually involves snacking on some baked treats or candy

Half the time, you both fall asleep curled up on the sofa together with the movie still playing in the background

If you don't, then you'll have to basically drag Bubba to the bedroom and under the covers, giving a small kiss before tucking yourself in after

Brahms Heelshire

Anything on his normal list of rules is easy to get him to follow

Tucking him into bed and giving him a kiss goodnight takes all but two seconds to complete

But everything leading up to that can be a pain in the butt

If you make him dinner, he'll swear up and down that the vegetables would make him sick if he ate them

He then would dread going to the shower to get cleaned up

Clean and Brahms never seem to go together in a sentence

The only way he'll get in is if you promise to go in with him

Very handsy if you let him

Wants to wash your back for you

Constantly pulls you against his soapy body even after you've already rinsed off

And after all this, getting him out of the shower and forcing him to brush his teeth is a whole other battle

You have to help him towel off and practically lock him in the bathroom so that he brushes his teeth

After countless moments of whining, he finally gives in when you threaten to not sleep beside him

Once he eventually finishes getting cleaned up, everything is a breeze

Maybe all that fighting beforehand tires him out?

Whatever the cause, you're happy to watch him plop into bed, waiting for you to pull the covers up over him

You crawl in beside him and give him his kiss before he cuddles his head into the crook of your neck

He's fast asleep within moments of his eyes closing

Norman Bates

He has a very simple routine he follows every night

Dinner, shower, reading, bed

Always in that order without fail

You've grown accustomed to this pattern and learned to love the familiarity of it each night

You both eat dinner together at the table, going back and forth sharing stories and talking about the day

It never ceases to amaze you how much more you learn about Norman every day

You both take your time eating but once you both have finished, he's quick to jump up and help you put all the dishes away

He used to be shy with showering with you after dinner, but he now finds it the best part of the night

Sharing each other's company and helping one another get clean is incredibly comforting to him

After getting all cleaned up, you both sit down on the couch together and read a book

Sometimes you both read separately and just bask in each other's silence for a while

But other times you switch off on reading out loud to one another, the other person resting their head on their lap

This is typically accompanied with a cup of tea, Norman's favorite treat at the end of a long day

Once you both become tired, you will head to the bedroom and slip under the covers next to each other

He likes to face you while you sleep, making sure you're comfortable before he finally closes his eyes for the night

Billy Loomis

Billy can be a bit unpredictable when he comes home at night

If the killing spree went well, then he comes home with a big smile on his face, arms open wide for your embrace

But if things didn't go as planned, he'll be very quiet coming home, heading straight to the shower

But no matter what mood he's in, he wants you there

You join him under the hot water, helping him clean off all the blood and dirt

Once he feels your touch, he relaxes and holds you close to him

If he feels like it, he'll tell you about the night and how things went

But if not, you're both just happy to be with each other in the comfortable silence

Once clean, you both get changed into warm clothes and watch some TV for a while

Horror movies are a must with Billy, so munching on some popcorn and candy with a scary film on is the perfect way for him to unwind

He loves when you scratch his scalp during the movie, practically melting under your touch

Once he becomes tired, he'll hoist you up and to the bedroom

He'll plop into bed and pull you into his arms

This is when you both share your stories of the day and the good things that happened if not already done in the shower

He'll kiss you deeply before dozing off, thankful to have you there beside him

Stu Macher

He's always bursting with energy when he comes home to you

The door flies open and he has you spinning around in his arms

He's talking a mile a minute, describing every detail of his night

You're always just so happy to see him glowing and unharmed, so you listen intently with a smile on your face

Once he finally comes down from his high, he gets the munchies and raids the kitchen for a bit

After this, he just wants to cuddle and watch TV, but you always insist on him hopping in the shower

The boy is a sweaty, bloody mess

With some puppy eyes and a promise to join, he's finally convinced to get cleaned up

He always insists on having the water scorching hot for whatever reason, so you basically feel like your in a sauna

However, he makes up for it in scalp massages and soft kisses along your shoulders

Once you're both clean, you quickly brush your teeth and hop into matching pajamas (he insists)

You then cozy up in bed and turn on a movie

You almost always fall asleep with the TV still on, limbs intertwined with one another

Eric Draven

Eric rarely comes home while you're still awake

He tries his best to stay quiet, but you somehow have an internal alarm at this point and always wake up after a while

He tries to shush you back to bed each time, but you insist on helping him get cleaned up

You take his dirty clothes and set them on a chair, leaving that mess for the morning

You then start the bath and light a few candles

Eric enjoys the light of a flame more than the artificial lighting in the bathroom

He holds you close to him in the tub, gently caressing your arms and back

You're also eager to return the favor, carefully running a wet washcloth over any grime and dried blood left on his skin

He simply tilts his head back and closes his eyes, finally relaxing for the first time that night

You've fallen asleep together like this a couple times, only waking up once the water became cold

Once you're both in comfy clothes, he carries you to bed and tucks you in

He spoons you and rakes his fingers through your hair, humming random melodies he plays on guitar sometimes

This always lulls you back to sleep

Eric doesn't sleep much, but he'll rest his eyes from time to time

And he's only able to do so when you're against his chest

[danikamariewrites]

hey, how are you?

I wanted to ask Azriel something, where maybe the reader has a phobia of spiders (something serious, like, she freaks out, screams, gets short of breath...) and then cass makes a prank on the reader, where he puts a spider fake in her room with Az...

then maybe Azriel was working and feels her distress or hears her screams

at the end Az threatens Cass 😅

Spiders

Azriel x reader

A/n: Hi anon! Thank you for the request I loved this

Warnings: none

You hum to yourself as you tidy up the living room of the House of Wind. After you lay out a comfy blanket on the couch you set your mug of hot cocoa and your book down on the table. You planned on reading and watching the snowfall while Azriel worked for a few hours.

You loved watching the snow from up here. Velaris looked like it was trapped in a snow globe, you could stare at the enchanting view forever.

You left the living room to go get more marshmallows from the kitchen. As you turn the corner you completely miss Cassian’s poor attempt at hiding behind a plant. He snickers to himself as he quietly makes his way into the room to hide a very real looking fake spider. You two are in the middle of your best prank war yet and Cassian was determined to win.

He had found the fake spider at Amren’s, instantly knowing it would be perfect. Cassian had waited weeks for the perfect opportunity and it had finally arrived. After placing the spider under your blanket, Cassian rushed out and up to Azriel’s office. He was late for their meeting but totally worth it.

Coming back, you drop the marshmallows in your mug. Looking over your set up you smile to yourself. This was the perfect way to spend your day before your and Az’s dinner date later.

Pulling the blanket back you let out an ear piercing scream. Spiders are your biggest fear. No matter how big or small they make your body lock up and shake uncontrollably. You press your back into the wall farthest from the couch. Your body is shaking, you squeeze your eyes shut. Letting out a whimper, Azriel comes barreling into the room. He whips his head around looking for you. Cassian follows, looking guilty as his eyes land on you.

Azriel comes to stand in front of you. He gently runs his fingers over your cheeks, cupping your jaw to tilt your head to look at him. “Hey, baby what’s wrong? What is it?” You gasp out, “Spider.” And point to the couch with a shaking hand.

“Ok, it’s ok, I’ll stay with you and Cassian will get rid of it.” He looks to Cassian who nods and strides over to the couch, picking up the fake creature. “It’s gone.” Cassian announces holding it behind his back.

You bring your hand up to grasp at Azriel’s shirt. Closing your eyes Azriel guides you through deep breaths, running his fingers through your hair. It helped you start to feel normal again. Opening your eyes you look around for Cassian.

“Where’s Cass?” It was Azriel’s turn to look for his brother. Confusion sets in on his face. Cassian comes back, looking a little nervous. He scratches the back of his neck, staring at the floor. “So…err, that was fake and supposed to be a prank. I’m so sorry y/n. I had no idea you were afraid of spiders.”

Azriel gives his brother a death glare. “Cassian! Are you serious.” “It’s ok Cass,” you say before it gets physical between the two Illyrians, “Az, he didn’t know it’s ok.” Azriel scoffs and pulls you into his chest tightly. “Come on, your sitting with me in my office.”

You giggle, “To keep me safe from fake spiders?” He rolls his eyes, ��obviously.” Passing Cassian, Azriel points a finger at him. “I will deal with you later, brother.” Cassian puts his hands up in surrender. He was going to do his best to avoid Azriel for a few days.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @twsssmlmaa

[nootnootwook]

merry christmas

pairing: sung hanbin x fem!reader

genre: best friends to lovers

in which: you and hanbin have your annual christmas sleepover

warnings: two idiots in love, cuddles, kisses, lowercase intended, not proofread !!!

series masterlist !!

so where do we begin?

you and hanbin have been friends for years. ever since you met in high school you became the best of friends after realising how compatible the two of you are. both of you were immediately drawn to each other and the amount of times you were mistaken to be a couple since then is more than you could count.

to be honest you saw where all these people came from with that point. you and hanbin do usually act couple-y with one another but never think much of it. i mean you go on study dates, coffee dates, walks together, he gets you flowers, takes you to the movies and so on. but that’s just what best friends do right?

wrong.

you can’t lie and say that you haven’t developed feelings for hanbin after years of doing all of these things but there’s nothing you could really do about it. so you don’t. you live happily in your delusions pretending that all of this is real.

one of the many couple-like things that the two of you do is your annual christmas sleepover. this tradition came to be a couple of months after your friendship began when you were 14 and your parents decided that your families will spend christmas together. hanbin and his family stayed over on christmas eve and you all opened your presents together the next day.

this tradition continues up until now, where both of you attend uni together and continue your completely platonic relationship.

so your currently setting up the apartment waiting for hanbin’s return from the store. he went to go pick up some snacks while you finished setting up the fort in the living room. the setup was cosy and warm. you managed to get some matching christmas pyjamas for the two of you to wear as well as matching mugs for your hot chocolate. the selection of movies was laid out in front of you while the pile of pillows and teddies was laying behind you.

just as you ran into your room to grab hanbin’s gift to place under the christmas tree the door opened and in walked your best friend.

“hey i’m back” he said as he walked through the door.

“bin you’re finally here” you ran to him after placing the gift down under the tree. you almost wrapped your arms around him before remembering that he’d been out while it was snowing so you instead unzipped his jacket and took it off for him, hanging it up on the hanger before embracing him in a hug. “right on time. i just finished setting up” you say into the embrace before letting go and looking up at him. your eyes meet his for a few seconds before you grab the bag of snacks out of his hand and bring them to the fort. “come on! put your pyjamas on!” you say and hold them out to him. he only chuckles at you.

“okay okay. i’ll be back in a second” he says and leaves to his room to get changed. soon he came back through to the living room with a gift in his hand. he walked over to the tree and placed it next to the gift bag that you had put there not long ago. he sat next to you. “so, what are we watching?” he said and reached out to pick up some of the cds which were laying on the floor before him.

“hmmm” you pretend to think while resting your chin on his shoulder to look at the movies. “maybe the grinch?” you say and pint to the cd in his hand.

“great pick” he said and popped open the cd’s box. “you get comfy, i’ll put it on.” he said and patted your head lightly. you moved back into the fort and got cozy under the blankets while waiting for him to put the movie on. you opened some of the packs of snacks that he brought just as he came to lay down beside you.

the movie started and as the plot rolled out you lay your head on hanbin’s shoulder. this was, again, quite a normal occurrence for you but this felt more intimate than normal seen as he reached out shortly after and laced your fingers together, holding your hand in his bigger one. it felt so warm. so comfortable. it was home.

and before you knew it, the first movie was over and on came another - you and hanbin only separating for the few minutes it took him to put on the polar express - and the two of you were back to your previous position. about halfway into the second movie you started to feel drowsy and started to drift away into dreamland on hanbin’s shoulder.

he, of course, noticed and only moved you so that you were laying right on his chest. for comfort he thought, but he wasn’t sure if it was yours or his. he must admit he completely melted at the sight of you peacefully sleeping on his chest, one hand wrapped around his torso and the other lightly gripping the shirt of the matching pyjama set that he had on and he could only hope that you’ll appreciate the gift he has prepared for you.

he soon found himself feeling a bit more tired and decided to head off to sleep - holding you tightly - but not before checking the time which now was 00:02.

“merry christmas my love” he whispered to you quietly before making himself comfortable in the small fort that you have built for the two of you.

~~~

you woke up warm and comfortable (with a blanket that fell off the fort on your face but comfy nonetheless) you yawned and stretched as you heard your back pop in a couple of places from sleeping on the floor. as you were stretching you felt the arms around your waist tighten around you. you were pulled into hanbin’s chest and found yourself with a small smile on your face as you melted into the warm embrace.

“merry christmas bin” you whispered to him after noticing he was awake.

“merry christmas y/n” he says with a sleepy smile while rubbing his eyes tiredly. both of you stopped and looked at each other. everything just felt so right at this moment - waking up in his arms and hearing his voice first thing in the morning. hanbin couldn’t help but reach out a hand to cup your cheek. “you’re so beautiful” he whispered so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. his eyes flickered down to your lips.

“wait” you whispered softly. “wait one minute” you said slightly louder and got up to grab the gifts under the tree. you gave him your gift. “open it please” you said and he lightly tore the neat wrapping paper.

he carefully removed the paper to reveal a sleek black box. he opened it and inside was a small silver chain bracelet with a small thin rectangle in which ‘forever’ was engraved in small lettering. he let his finger slide over the word as he examined the box. he soon came to realise that on the inside of the lid ‘i love you’ was written in fine gold print.

“i-“ he didn’t even know what to say. “thank you” he said and looked up at you with slight tears in his eyes. he couldn’t believe it it finally happened. “thank you so much” he wrapped his arms around you so tightly you almost could breathe. “i love you too” he whispered to you as you embraced him back.

you broke the hug and looked up at him with sparkling eyes. you cupped his cheeks in yours and brought his face to yours placing a light peck on his lips which he, of course, reciprocated.

“open mine” he said. and you did. he had gotten you a gorgeous golden necklace which had a small gold circle hanging from it on which both of your initials were engraved and a heart on the other side.

and on the lid of the box ‘i love you’ was written in fine gold print.

~~~~

a/n !! hello my lovelies !!! happy almost christmas i hope you’re all enjoying this series. unfortunately i will not be able to get all of the parts out before christmas but i will try my best to make sure they’re out by the new year !!

i love you all take care !! any reblogs and comments are a huge help thank you for all the support !!!

library !!

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥

↳ summary: everyone knew you loved your lazy sundays. but that didn't stop them from bothering you

↳ warnings: mentions of fights and ponyboy getting jumped. nothing serious

↳ notes: could be interpreted as platonic or romantic with whoever you like. just some silly times

↳ song: we're gonna move—elvis presley

masterlist | commissions | carrd

Sundays at the Curtis household were normally calm.

Maybe it was because that was the day before school would start up again for Ponyboy— it used to be that way for both him and Sodapop until his big brother dropped out —or maybe it was because that was the lords day; at least according to the bible. Whatever the case, you knew you could always rely on an unlocked door and comfy couch awaiting you each time you jumped the chain link fence in their front yard. Just as long as it was Sunday.

So, understandably, you were peeved when Steve Randal and Two-Bit had come bursting through the front door looking for a fight.

"Come on man!" Two-Bit, otherwise known as Keith Matthews by his mother and kid sister, but only by his mother and kid sister, was currently whining your name in a way that he would only do if he wanted something. "Those soc's deserve it for what they did to Pony yesterday!"

Warm sunlight from the clear afternoon day peaked through the window panes behind you, lighting up each and every crevice in the front room of the house. A great black and white picture show was running on the TV, the likes of which had captured your attention for most of the day as you lay on Darry Curtis' couch, only ever moving to help out with chores when asked by him or Soda.

You scowled from your spot on that same trashy floral couch as before, flipping Two-Bit off quick enough so that Darry didn't see you. Even though he was in the other room working on dishes with Soda, you knew he would be able to tell. He was magic in a way like that. Annoyingly magic.

"What's with the shake up?" Steve questioned through the cigarette in his mouth, looking down at you from his nose. "Just last week you were itching for a rumble, and now all you want to do is sit and watch TV like some bum?"

"Wrong. Now all I want to do is sit on the couch and watch cartoons like some bum." You corrected him with a bit of snark in your tone, knowing that he hated that sort of thing. You saw Two-Bit's lips quirk up in a smile from the corner of your eye, reminding you temporarily of the shared love of cartoons that the two of you held.

"It's Sunday." Soda strolled in from the other room with a damp rag in his hands, tossing it down on the couch cushions as he went to clap Steve on the back—the way he always did when he saw his best friend. "You know they like their Sundays, guys."

"Screw their Sundays." Steve scoffed without any real malice behind the action. "Dally's on his way over with Johnny right now to meet us before the fight. We just wanted to come and get you before they got here."

With a halfhearted groan you let your head hit the back of the couch. If Dallas was coming over, you knew that the gangs minds had already been made up. Dally could be awfully convincing when he wanted to get his way, and that was more often than not. Really there was no sense in arguing now, but sometimes you had less sense then you'd like to admit.

"I'll tell Darry ya'll are gonna start up a fight." You said in a last ditch effort to keep your lovely spot on the warm couch. You were just met with knowing smiles.

"Awh you know he'd let us go if we promised to not get anymore blood on his floor comin' home." Two-Bit's smile widened, and you knew that he could tell they'd worn you down. That's how it always went when they wanted to fight during an off day for you, and you should be more used to it by now.

With the beginnings of a slow chew on your bottom lip, you mulled it over. Despite what one could think about Darry, that he yelled at his brothers too much or was too hard on Pony, you knew he wouldn't hesitate to get into a fight of his own for one of his brothers, even if he had work the next day. And that was a stone cold fact.

The screen door to the Curtis home squeaked open for the second time in just a few minutes, the entrance giving way to two more figures in dark clothing and greased up hair. One was nursing a cigarette butt while the other swayed side to side in a nervous tick.

"Ready to split?" Dallas Winston let a puff of smoke escape his lips as he grinned, looking around at the small group that had gathered in the living room. Johnny Cade shuffled behind him, and despite the current situation, you made time to send a welcome wave in his direction. He nodded back with a light glint in his eyes.

"Most of us." Soda laughed at Dally's question, ratting you out with a single look in your direction.

"I swear to god man, we do this every time." Dally shook his head as if he'd been expecting this. He looked at you dead on, almost as if trying to pry an explanation out of you this time. You resisted the urge to scrunch your nose up as he did so.

"Don't worry Dal, we just got 'em on the fence." Two-Bit smiled, and you hated that he was right.

With a sigh, you dusted your lap off before getting up, ignoring the small cheer that came from Soda and Two-Bit as you did so. From behind them Johnny smiled that little smile of his.

Dally even let a small one of his own slip, and you cursed whoever decided to give him such long eyelashes. One wrong downward tilt of his head, and sometimes you felt like he could get you to do whatever he wanted if he just asked.

"I'm coming, but next Sunday if any of you so much as ask me into town, I'll start a fight of my own." You pursed your lips. Another cheer rose between the six of you, and somehow you just knew that next week the exact same thing would happen, just as it always did. Good thing it never really bothered you. Nothing these guys ever do would, even though you'd never admit it to them.

"And just to be clear I want you to know I'm only going because it was Pony that was jumped!" You raised your voice through the pre-celebration, trying to stop the smile breaking out across your face from growing any wider. "If it was any of you idiots, I'd go join the other side!"

Playful boo's broke out as Soda slung an arm around your shoulders. A hand was quick to fly up to your hair with an attempted noogie, but you shook your head wildly enough to hault it.

Leaving the security of the plush couch and the drone of the Curtis' TV, you found yourself walking down the street with Dally's cigarette between your lips, taking a puff of it before handing it back to him. As the white smoke drifted up into the blue sky above, you thought about the people around you, and smiled.

Now you just had to hope you wouldn't ruin yet another shirt with blood.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

The Purple Sign. Part I

Self-Aware! Sigma x GN! Reader

Description: There is a purple sign on your bedroom's door. Part I

A/N: Another series. Just want to write hurt/comfort short fics.

Hurt/Comfort. Sigma pampering.

Warning: English is my second language

There is a purple sign on your bedroom door. You take a moment to gather your thoughts and walk into your room. You find Sigma laying on your bed. He is laying face down, gripping sheets. Your bed is a mess. But, it doesn't bother you at all.

You are more worried about Sigma. He looked awful.

His hair is a mess. While it is hard to do, he tries to keep it nice and neat. So, seeing his hair tangled is concerning. Sigma looked exhausted. He was shaking. And he is clutching the sheets so hard that his knuckles turned white.

You need to act right now.

First thing. You turned off the normal light and turned on special lamps, that were installed in your room. Now the room was filled with purple light.

Sigma was still shaking. But, his grip on sheets became loose.

Second thing. You closed the door behind you. With the purple sigh on the door, your other friends won't bother you. Then you moved to the window and closed the curtains.

Sigma was still shaking.

Third thing. You slowly approach one of the shelves you have. An emergency shelf. Not with clothes or books. But with things for that occasion and sixty-seven drawers. You took an electric kettle, bottle of water and few blankets from "For everyone" drawer. Then poured water into the electric kettle and plugged it in. Then you opened a drawer with Sigma's name on it.

Hairbrush. A bag of cookies. Some good tea. Mug. Saucer. Paper handkerchiefs. And a comfortable, soft oversized shirt and pants.

The electric kettle finished boiling water. You are ready to begin.

You poured hot water in a mug with tea bags. Then, you add some cookies on the saucer. You carefully put dishes on a bedside table.

Sigma stopped shaking, but he looked very tense.

You squatted down in front of the bed and brought your face close to Sigma's ear. You take his hand in yours. Your voice is clear, but quiet.

"Want to change in something more comfortable?"

One squeeze. 'Yes'

"Need my help changing?"

Two squeezes. 'No'

"Need help to get up?"

One squeeze. Then whisper.

"Don't want to see my reflection. No bathroom."

You nodded and kissed his temple.

"Do you want me to stay?"

Immediately, Sigma put an arm around your shoulders.

'Stay'

You helped him to stand up. He was clutching to you for dear life. Soon Sigma was standing on his feet.

An oversized shirt and pants were waiting for him on one of the chairs.

While Sigma was changing, you straighten the sheets. Then you grab a bean bag chair from the corner of your room. You sat on the edge of the bed, a bean bag chair was on the floor, right before you.

Sigma, now dressed in comfy clothes, looked at you. His grayish eyes were red from tears.

You silently point at a mug with tea, cookies, paper handkerchiefs, hairbrush and bean bag chair. Sigma nodded and, after taking the mug and saucer, plopped down on the bean bag.

You take the brush and start brushing his hair, while Sigma was enjoying his tea and cookies.

Liliak strand. White strand. Liliak strand. White strand. Liliak. White. Careful and slow. At that moment, Sigma was the most important and precious person in this world.

After some time, to brush strokes were added forehead kisses and words.

brush

"You are not alone"

kiss

brush

"I am with you"

kiss

brush

"Thank you for been in my life"

kiss

brush

"Thank you for understanding me"

kiss

brush

"You are a great person, Sigma"

kiss

brush

For fifteen minutes, you were brushing Sigma's hair. For fifteen minutes, you were talking to him. Of how good of a person he was. Of how good of a human being he was. You were telling the real truth.

Then it was his turn. His hands were gripping yours. And you were silent.

When Sigma finished talking. You start talking instead.

More reassuring. More kindness. More love.

Then you spent ten minutes caressing his face, kissing away stray teardrops from time to time.

You fall asleep in one bed. Under the softest blankets. You were hugging Sigma. He curled by your side, hiding his face in your chest. You scratch his head, making him relaxed.

Soon, Sigma fall asleep in your arms.

The Purple Sign means, 'I feel bad. I feel down. I don't think I am human.'

By seeing this sign, you knew, that in your room you will find a person in need. Person, who need some pampering. Some reassurance.

And you will make sure, that all of your friends and family will get all the pampering and reassurance they deserved.

[lfghughes]

trevor being clingy after a long roadie? thanks 🫶🫶

a/n: something short and sweet but i really went and had to look at their game schedule this season just because i was curious on what their longest roadie was.

It had been an entire week since you had last seen Trevor. Physically in person at least because he did FaceTime you most nights while he had road games depending on how late it was for you or if you were in the middle of something. But this was still the longest you two had gone all season without seeing each other and you knew you were being a big baby about it but it was hard. Roadies just were not your favorite and in your defense you knew they weren’t Trevors either.

Tonight though he would be coming back home and you were excited to see him. You were in the kitchen, getting yourself a cup of something to drink when you heard the front door shut which meant he was finally home. “Trev!” You beamed up at him as he walked into the kitchen, dropping all of his bags onto the floor so he could walk over to you. He scooped you up, your legs wrapping around him as you laughed.

“Home sweet home.” He laughed as he kissed you before setting you back down. “Want me to make you something to eat real quick?” You asked him as you started going to the fridge but he immediately pulled you back to him, his arms wrapping around you. “No, I’m good. Just really missed you so I really just want some affection right now.” He playfully pouted at you as you pressed some quick kisses to his lips. “You’re a big baby.” You teased as you pulled away from.

“You’ve been traveling, I’m sure you want to shower before bed.” You told him, knowing his routine pretty well from other games and road games. “I will, I will stop trying to send me off.” His arms unwrapped around you and instead he grabbed a hold of your hand, leading you to the living room. He sat down, pulling you into his lap and you knew he meant what he said about just needing some affection first.

“I missed you so much this week, I think the boys are annoyed with how much I said that to them this whole time.” Which you were sure was not an exaggeration coming from him. You placed your hands on both sides of his cheek, giving him some more kisses. “I missed you too, the bed isn’t as comfy when you’re not there to be my pillow.” His fingers went at your ribs to tickle you slightly “Oh is that all I’m good for?” He teased and you looked up at the ceiling like you were thinking about it for a second. “Yup maybe a few other things like taking out the garbage too.”

You placed another kiss to his lips “Just kidding, I missed having my best friend around who is pretty good at keeping me entertained.” A small smile spread on his lips as he placed his head onto your shoulder. He took a few seconds to lay there on you, appreciating the closeness before he started to get up. “Alright I’m going to take a shower but I’m not ready to leave you quite yet so come on, you’re coming too.”

[cevansbrat0007]

Okay so kind of a dramatic ask, but what if Andy bear was out of town for a business trip. And reader just had a shit day. She just wanted to come home and cuddle her man, but he was gone. So she just cries. And lays down. Doesn’t want to eat, shower, you know how a bad day gets you down. She calls Andy to hear his voice and just loses it and cries. How would our Andy talk her off the ledge and be there for her from a far?

Safe With Me Warnings: Fluff, Cursing, Minors DNI ___

So, that's not very dramatic at all. Andy really shines in these moments, because it's not often that his overly headstrong Baby Girl lets him in without a little prompting. Especially early in their relationship.

When she lets down her guard and allows herself to be vulnerable, that's when Andy knows that his woman feels safe with him.

The first time she allowed herself to have a moment with him was when he took a trip to Washington D.C. - right after the events in The Key. While it may have taken a little convincing, Baby Girl did finally agree to stay at Andy's place until her asshole of a landlord, Rodney, got around to fixing her heat.

A couple days into her stay at Casa Barber, she had a really bad day. It was one for the books. We're talking shitty clients, missed deadlines, issues with the commercial printer. You name it - everything that could go wrong did. And she unfairly took quite a bit of heat for mistakes and hiccups that were not her doing.

And all she wanted was to crawl into bed with her Andy Bear and have herself a good cry. She knew he wouldn't hesitate to wrap her up in his arms, sitting patiently while she took her time getting settled in his lap. And once she was comfy she could just let it all out.

They usually FaceTimed every night, or at least they tried to. But she also didn't want to necessarily bother him either. However, it also didn't stop her from climbing into his bed, grabbing his pillow, and burying her face in the soft fabric so that she could inhale his scent.

That way she could maybe pretend that he was there. That, instead of a pillow, she was curled up with the real thing. Her Big Man.

Because she's in a mood, instead of waiting for him to initiate their nightly call she decides to take a chance and dial him early. And when he doesn't answer, she resigns herself to the fact that he's probably busy with more important things. So she leaves him what she hopes sounds like a bright and cheery voicemail before simply giving up.

Because she's a grown woman. And she doesn't want to be a bother. So it's back to wallowing she goes. She doesn't want to eat. She doesn't to shower. She's lucky she somehow managed to strip off most of her clothes before getting in bed, even though she left them all over the bedroom floor.

And she'll be damned before she picks that shit up and puts it in the hamper.

But let's remember that this is Andrew Barber we're talking about. And he does not play when it comes to his Baby Girl. This man - her man - is also unbelievably perceptive. And when he hears the little hitch in her voice he automatically knows something is up.

When he calls her back via FaceTime roughly ten minutes later, she does eventually allow him to see her face onscreen. Albeit, after a fair bit of coaxing on his part. But Andy already knows she's not fine. He doesn't necessarily need to see her face to put all that together.

But his gorgeous girl also needs to be reminded that it's okay to not be okay - especially with him.

"Aw, sweetheart...it's okay." He coos, his gentle eyes filled with concern. "It's okay. You're safe with me. Take your time and let it out. And then we can go from there."

As it all comes bubbling out of her, Andy leans back and listens patiently. While it goes against his instincts - that pragmatic part of his brain that tells him to swoop in with a solution and save the day - he realizes that what his Baby Girl needs now is his ear.

And what's more, she needs his support. It doesn't matter that it's coming long-distance. Even though the only thing he wants to do right at that very moment is hold her close.

While she's talking, her ever-attentive boyfriend quietly busies himself with ordering takeout from her favorite Chinese spot. He makes sure to order all of her favorites - cashew chicken, house special fried rice, egg rolls, potstickers, crab rangoons.

All of it.

And then he takes it even further, surprising her by having it delivered right to his front door. Meanwhile, Andy orders room service so that they can share a meal together.

Turns out, that's just what she needs. By the end of their date, his sweet Baby Girl seems to be almost back to her old self. But just to be sure, he graciously volunteers to hang around while she runs herself a bubble bath so that she can enjoy a nice soak. Under his watchful authority, of course.

Andrew Barber is nothing if not supportive.

Later on, when she's fresh out of the bath and wrapped up in one of his old t-shirts, he reads her bedtime stories until she falls asleep. He makes sure that her last thoughts are of him before she drifts off. It's only when he hears the consistent sound of her low, even breathing that he finally ends the call.

Because while you can say a whole lot about Andy Barber - you can never say that he doesn't love his Baby Girl. Both on good days, and the really fucking bad ones too.

___

Does that answer your question, my dear? Let me know your thoughts. Thanks for the ask!

[theflirtmeister]

Domestic hoffheight :( need some cocaine inducing fluff of the guys ever :( some chicken noodle soup for the soul

On the third day, Adam demanded his bed back.

Mark refused to move from his cocoon of bloodstained pillows and sheets, because fuck whatever Adam said. His entire body ached, one moment cold, the next burning hot, and the new stitches up the side of his face prevented him from eating anything more challenging than soup. He had spent the last three days drifting in and out of sleep, pretending not to notice when Adam checked his forehead for a temperature, or tucked the blankets around him.

Now Adam was standing there with his hands on his hips, glaring. His apartment was exactly the kind of shithole that Mark had been expecting when he dragged himself up the flights of stairs, dripping blood onto the concrete steps. There were band posters and club flyers stuck to the walls, clothes strewn on the floor and on the backs of chairs. It felt like student living, but Adam was too old to be a student, and was now just pathetic.

“Get up,” Adam said. “I’m sick of sleeping on the couch.”

“Didn’t ask you to sleep there.” Mark rasped. His throat hurt from screaming, everything raw and tender.

“You didn’t give me much choice,” Adam said. “I had nowhere else to put you.”

Mark shuffled a little to the right-hand side of the bed, but didn’t otherwise evacuate. He was comfy, and the idea of sleeping on the sofa whilst trying to keep his face from falling apart didn’t sound ideal. Adam had sewn him up with the same thread he used to patch his jeans – Mark was surprised he didn’t complete the look with a safety pin.

“Good enough,” Adam muttered, and climbed onto the bed. “You’re a real dick, you know that Hoffman?”

Mark didn’t reply. Adam lay beside him like a corpse, staring up at the ceiling, hands by his sides. He was wearing his version of pyjamas, an old band shirt and a pair of boxers that slipped down his hips. His skin was goose-pimpled, and Mark started to tug at the covers, because watching Adam freeze for the sake of martyrdom was pathetic.

“What are you doing you weirdo-” Adam started, and Mark managed to pull him underneath the thin sheets, before Adam could protest further.

Adam went very still and quiet as Mark arranged the two of them, until Adam’s back was pressed up against Mark’s stomach. He was cold to the touch, and Mark wrapped one arm around Adam’s waist, burying his nose in Adam’s hair. He smelt like cigarettes and laundry detergent, unlike the horrible rot he had stunk of when Mark had gone to collect his corpse from Kramer’s bathroom.

“You’re going to get blood on me.” Adam muttered as Mark rubbed his face against Adam.

“You wanted the bed back,” Mark replied hoarsely. “Shut up and be happy.”

“Thrilled,” Adam said sarcastically. “I love having you snorting in my ear like the fucking pig you are.”

Mark shoved his nose into Adam’s ear and inhaled loudly, causing Adam to squirm away from him in disgust. Mark gave a wheeze of a laugh as Adam furiously rubbed at the side of his face – annoying him was so easy.

“You’re the worst.” Adam snapped. “I take you into my home, and you bleed all over my things and cry all the time and slobber on me.”

“I didn’t cry.” Mark prodded Adam’s back.

“Did cry.” Adam muttered. “When you were delirious and throwing up over yourself. It was real fucking pathetic.”

“You’re pathetic.” Mark replied lamely.

He didn’t want to know what he had said when his body was going through shock – whose names he’d called out, what secrets he’d spilt to Adam. He can barely remember the first day, but has a faint memory of being held on the floor, Adam’s fingers digging into his wrist as he screamed in pain. He thinks he may have begged for Angelina.

“Great comeback,” Adam said. “Ever considered a career in comedy Hoffman, instead of serial killing?”

“Fuck you,” Mark said, resisting the urge to prod him again. “I should have left you chained up.”

“Who else would sew your ugly face back together?” Adam asked. “Everyone else is dead.”

“Shut up,” Mark grunted and dragged Adam back towards him, tangling their legs together.

Adam, surprisingly, didn’t put up a fuss, allowing Mark to hold him. He must have felt some sympathy for Mark, or else was nervous that Mark would bite his throat open if he kicked him away. Mark hadn’t shared a bed with anyone since he was a child; one-night stands rarely stayed the night, and it was strange yet familiar to listen to Adam’s quickened breathing.

“I’m making you get out of bed tomorrow,” Adam said, his voice quiet. “Even if it’s just to sit on my fucking couch. No more feeling sorry for yourself.”

Mark could have protested. He could have screamed and shouted and threatened Adam, hidden under the covers like a child. Instead, he nodded his head, tightening his grip around Adam’s skinny waist. If he slipped his hand underneath Adam’s shirt, he could have counted every rib. Mark wondered if Adam had as many as his original namesake.

“Okay,” Mark said. “I’ll leave the bed.”

“Good,” Adam said, and reached across to turn out the light, the room cast into an ominous level of darkness. At least there was still a strip of light underneath the doorframe leading to the outside hall, and Mark stared at it until his vision blurred. “You better not snore.”

“No promises.” Mark grunted, and closed his eyes.

He listened to the sound of Adam settling down for sleep, arranging his arms in several positions before he was comfortable. He was warm as he pressed himself against Mark’s stomach, hair tickling Mark’s nose. Mark’s jaw throbbed, and he chewed the other side of his cheek to try and distract himself from the pain.

“Goodnight.” Adam said suddenly, and Mark gave him another squeeze.

“Night.” He said, and let sleep swallow him up.

[yunhohours]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀♡ A Relationship With: Mingi ♡

Request: thoughts about a relationship with mingi, please?🥺

Poutiest, clingiest, sweetest boyfriend <3

Pouts if you don’t tell him enough how well he’s done, how good he looks, etc

He WILL make you tell him you love him again if you didn't say it right the first time

He always wants to make you proud

His favorite thing in the world is the look on your face when he impresses you with something

Because he wants your approval and attention so badly, he gets jealous easily

But he isn't an asshole about it

He just gets a little pouty

He'll shake it off if you shower him in enough praise

He likes to make your outfits "match"

It doesn't have to be over the top matchy-matchy though

He'll just tell you to wear a certain bracelet because the chain is similar to the one on his necklace

He likes to try to do your hair for you :(

He'll be giggling and smiling while attempting to style your hair the way you do it

Is very scared of burning himself with your iron if you use one but that doesn't stop him from trying

Likes to make cookies with you just to eat the cookie dough out of the bowl

He doesn't actually help much with the preparation

He is "supervising"

Providing company and entertainment

You should consider yourself lucky

Loves holding hands sm

You probably don't ever walk around outside of the house without his hand in yours

It's partially because he wants to protect you

But mostly because he wants to have that contact with you

Loves reaching things for you if you’re short (or even if not)

Even if you're perfectly capable of reaching something yourself, he will grab it for you and act like he did the most noble favor for you

One that you owe him a kiss for, obviously

You have to fall asleep cuddling every night

There is no other option

If you don't find your way into his arms right away he will look at you like a kicked puppy

Prefers spooning you because he likes his arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder

Walks around shirtless all the time

Then has the audacity to act shocked when you can't stop staring at him

Gets real cocky and teases you like crazy over it

"Y/n~ Your eyes are going to fall out of your head~"

Likes to sit in the bathroom with you while you’re taking a bath :((

He'll just sit on the floor or the counter and talk with you while you get your much deserved relaxation in

Likes to dress you in one of his shirts after

He doesn't even try anything with you during any of this

He just wants you to feel loved and taken care of

Sends you cute pics of himself with the intention of them being your wallpaper

And if you have anything else as your wallpaper he is not pleased

Bc why wouldn't you want it to be him 🥺

Prefers video calls to texts

Hates fighting with you so he avoids it at all costs

He knows he can get hotheaded and he doesn't want that for you

Likes to lay on top of you and nap/rest while you’re doing something

He'll just lay his head on your belly or chest with his arms around you and get comfy

He won't disturb whatever it is you're doing whether it's reading, working, or just playing on your phone

He just wants to be close to you

Melts for back scratches

When he can't sleep he'll ask you to scratch his back

Then he'll be out like a light

Loves having you around even when he’s with his friends

Even if he's not actively talking to you when you're with them, he just likes knowing you're there

It's like he's always thinking that you might just be a dream and will disappear if he looks away for a second

NSFW STARTS HERE

Loves you on top of him during sex

He thinks you look so pretty fully on display for his eyes only

Keeps his hands on your hips to help you along because:

He doesn't want you to get too tired and

He wants to really feel you

Morning sex is routine

You fall asleep spooning each night and wake up with him grinding his erection into you almost as often

He'd swear nothing can beat the feeling of sliding into you with his mind in a sleep-induced haze

Kisses a lot during sex

Prefers penetrative sex to other forms of sex because he feels closer to you

Not that he'd say no to a blowjob or going down on you because he definitely won't

It's just not as good to him because you feel too separate

Not really into power play because that doesn’t feel like who you are as a couple

You're light and loving together, not controlling or intense

Cuddles after sex every single time

Even after a quickie against the wall, he'll stand there and hold you while nestling his face into your cheek for however long he can before you have to get going

In conclusion: Mingi is precious and a lil clingy so please treat him accordingly

[dollxmania]

ㅤㅤㅤ ❝ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄.❞

no tws, very mildly suggestive, gn reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ with idia shroud. not proofread.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎love is a funny thing, sometimes it hits you out of nowhere. after falling for idia, you determine you need to make the first moves or things would never progress.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐗 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑.❞

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“am comfy.” you huffed, snuggling further into the pillow, inhaling it’s scent. the bed was nice and warm, you much preferred laying in it over the cold floors and halls of the rest of the Ignihyde dorm. flopping around to the other side, you peek your face out behind the pillow to see Idia staring at you, only to quickly avert his gaze.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎swallowing, he picked up his controller and begun clicking away at the buttons too fast for you to process what he was doing. “how much longer do you intend to stay, prefect?” he asked as you propped yourself up with your elbow, palm under your chin. he was too cute not to tease, you thought. “i dunno, i feel so comfy with you. am i bothering you, I-di-a?” you respond, watching his cheeks dust with pink as his tapping became more aggressive, the sound of gunshots from his computer ringing out.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“no, i mean yes, i mean no!” he stuttered out, eyes briefly looking at you only to look away from you again with a small squeak, his character getting shot and killed. “can i play? i like you a lot so i want to like the things you like.” you innocently ask, sitting up and putting the pillow aside, a smile widening on your face as he dropped his controller, staring at you nervously.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎this wasn’t anything new, you’d always visit Idia when you could and told him you’d like him, today was no different. at this point most Ignihyde members knew you, and even Ortho was happy to see you talking with his brother and being nice to him. it’d always end the same with Idia too nervous to say much to you, but you were happy to just talk to him on your own or with Ortho while sitting in silence in his room.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎putting a finger to your lips, you acted as though you were thinking. “you don’t have any extra seats,” you commented, snapping your fingers as you crawled into his lap, face inches from him as you grinned. “i guess i’ll sit here if you don’t mind, then. it’s warm and comfy.” his brain was short circuiting but he made no attempt to move you away or tell you off as he lowered his arms, you between them. he ended up lending you a controller he’d let Ortho play with as you nuzzled closer against him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he never rejected your feelings every time you told him you liked him, unless self deprecating comments counted towards rejection, but nonetheless he made no real effort to move it forward. you knew since the start that if you wanted to date him, it would be a long process. you’d almost always would have to make the first move. “how do i play? what’s the best option?” you asked as he loaded the game, hoping he’d reciprocate.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎sweatdropping, Idia explained and somehow soon he begun ranting. “you use b to jump and hold this to run, you want to use this weapon right here since it has good range but since you’re a normie you should probably use this, i’ll carry lolol, you can pick your character right here you should probably just stick to medic.” a small laugh escaped your lips as you listened fully.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there was never a moment around him you didn’t enjoy. his rants were always adorable, especially the way he gets absorbed and passionate about what he loves. snapping out of his long explanation, he stared at you like a deer in headlights as you look up at him like a lovestruck fool. “what are you staring at me for, prefect?!” smiling, you turn back to the screen and choose your character and weapon, leaning back into him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you couldn’t wait to tell him again tomorrow that you liked him, just thinking of the progress you’ve made. from normie to prefect, and from avoiding you with a ten foot pole to allowing you in his room to sitting in his lap, now talking to you much more comfortably. with your favorite dps, you urged him to start the round as you began blasting the enemies on screen letting out a tiny snicker.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎keeping up with you, Idia’s mouth was agape. “you…you?!” he tried to ask flabbergasted as you stuck your tongue out, getting the final kill as your character was displayed as top killer. “i look forward to playing with you from now on.” you smiled. you really never needed any help, but you couldn’t help it when he sounded so cute when explaining.

ended up posting this fic. gimme more flustered idia x reader fics w flirty reader, please, thanks. i kinda wanna change my aesthetic but don’t because haha im committed and already switch once but damn what if…

[concreteburialplot]

Intertwined // 04

04 - Snapped Neck

pairing: noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo

masterlists: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 5.1k

warnings; VERY SAD 🥲, mild yelling/verbal abuse?, hints at past abuse, reference to past character death, noah is a devastated horrible depressed mess, short time skips, don’t say i didn’t warn you - sorry in advance, don’t hate me 🥲

reminder; THIS IS AU, nothing is meant to be accurate, including family history/events/dynamics/members/names !!

a/n: don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

i’d like to offer a small playlist for this chapter:

seven - taylor swift

matilda - harry styles

winner - conan gray

hard times - ethel cain

anything 4 u - LANY

if it keeps you up at night - the swoons

-NOAH-

After much-needed water bottles, I’m finally starting to feel somewhat normal again. Folio’s asleep in bed next to me while I lay on a laughably thin blanket on the floor. My eyes fully adjusted to the darkness and all I’m focused on is the popcorn ceiling and counting each plaster peak.

The party rages on the other side of the room and I wonder if anyone out there is sober enough to take me home. It’s almost 1 am and the party hasn’t slowed down. I sigh roughly and roll over to wrap the thin pillow around my head to cover both ears. Even through the cotton I can still vaguely hear the music and a song starts that Nicholas and I were obsessed with a couple months ago.

I chuckle quietly at the lyrics,

“That’s my best friend, she a real bad bitch…”

Such a silly song, even though it’s nothing like what we play or what we regularly listen to – we somehow always get the same pop-y songs stuck in our heads at the same time, then end up loving them unironically.

I shake my head with a stupid grin, thinking about the time we were in the kitchen doing a proper, ridiculous performance while we blasted it through a Google speaker. It started with that song but then snowballed into an entire concert at 2 am – all while his little sister just made fun of us, until she eventually caved in and joined our set.

We were all mic-ed up: me a dustpan, Nicholas a broom, and Stella a spatula.

I dig my front teeth into my bottom lip to stifle a laugh that would definitely wake up Folio.

The memory makes the ground below me that much more rigid.

I’ve already tried sleeping every which way on this god-forsaken carpet, but I can’t seem to get comfy.

The hard floor must be the reason I can’t fall asleep.

I flip back to lay flat.

I don’t really understand why Nick got so upset, but it’s been a long night, so I guess I get it. I’m sure he wasn’t thrilled about getting in the lake. Fucking Folio.

And I know he doesn’t like parties.

I don’t really like them either. I think? Maybe I do now? I don’t know.

But I didn’t want to do this without him.

And I just let him leave like that…

God why did I let him leave.

I want to go home.

I need to go home.

There’s a sharp twist in my stomach when I unlock my dying phone and find no texts from him.

I open my bank app to check my balance. $33.87.

I exit and click on the Uber app, put in our address to see the price. $27.59.

I hit request.

I get home after an Uber ride from a questionable middle-aged man with ridiculous combover.

I fumble with my keys at the front door only to find that it’s not locked. I press my weight against the creaky wooden door to push it open. The house is quiet, if Nick’s car wasn’t in the driveway, I’d think the house was completely empty.

I quietly set my keys down on the wooden dining table across from the kitchen. The bedroom door in the hallway is closed, which I expected. I cross the linoleum and very gently twist the doorknob to peer inside. The small room is illuminated solely by moonlight beaming in through the large window by the bed. I step into the room and click the door closed behind me. When I walk over to the bed, the shimmering white light acts like a spotlight on his face and what I notice churns something deep in my chest. Dried streaks coat his face and look almost like rivers from puffy red eyes.

Surely, he didn’t come home that upset because of the argument we had, right?

I tug at my lip and very gently slip into bed beside him beneath the puffy duvet. The movement causes Nicholas to stir and turn away from me. I stay completely still, not even moving a muscle until he’s completely settled then turn in the same direction as him, just inches away from his back.

If he’s that upset with me, would he even want me here?

Am I intruding?

Is it really intruding if I live here too?

Maybe I should’ve stayed on Folio’s floor.

It’s only then that it really sets in that I really moved out, well more like kicked out, and I live here now. Mostly anyway.

But just because you live somewhere doesn’t mean it’s your home. While I love living with my best friend, and I love his family, and they feel like family – they’re not. As much as they try to not make me feel like one, I am an outsider here.

Even Folio in his frat house, sure he just got hazed and whatever, but he belongs there.

I don’t belong anywhere.

The closest thing I’ve gotten to what I imagine belonging feels like, is with Nicholas. But again, he has no tie to me. We’re friends of course, but if I pissed him off and he wanted me gone… well I’d have nothing. I’d have nowhere to go.

I hate this feeling, this feeling of relying on people.

It’s weird taking up space somewhere you have to walk on eggshells because it’s not yours. Because you don’t belong.  

It’s not like I felt like I belonged at home either, not after Mom passed.

So here is better than there at least.

At least there’s no yelling or slamming doors here.

My eyes drift through the moonlit darkness to the small pile of my belongings in the corner of the room. The sight sends a chill up my spine and my heart rate noticeably rises. I’m reminded that there are still some things waiting for me at my stepdad’s.

I want the ability to truly get on my own, if I don’t want to rely on people, I need to get my stuff so that I can actually make something of myself.

I need to at least try.

And to do that, I need my guitar and my keyboard. I’m nothing without them – and I won’t be able to be anything without them.

-NICHOLAS-

My eyes shoot open when shrill screams fill my eardrums. I nearly jump out of my skin at the noise, especially since I had gone to bed alone.

I don’t have the luxury of trying to figure out how Noah got home, just that he is and he’s having another night terror.

“Fuck.” I mutter.

Because I did such a great fucking job dealing with this last time.

I tug at his freezing cold arm and shake him vigorously but of course, it didn’t do much the first time, why would it have a different result now.

I replicate what I did the last time and straddle his lap, grabbing his wrists and pinning them at his sides to restrain his jerky movements.

“NOAH!” I repeat his name with increasing volume.

He wakes up slowly after a couple times of calling his name.

“Nicholas?” He asks groggily, with furrowed brows and squinted eyes.

I sigh, “Night terror.” I state curtly and pull off him, landing beside him with my back towards him.

“Oh.” He says softly and his eyes falter. “Sorry.”

There’s a twist of guilt in my gut because I should be softer with him after his terror, but I just don’t have it in me tonight. The teary soreness in my eyes reminds me just how much I don’t have it in me. I tug the sheets closer to my body.

He rustles around a bit trying to get comfortable, but I fall back asleep quickly. For a bit.

It’s not long after, maybe an hour or two, that I’m awoken once again but this time to a bunch of noise and the overhead light on at full brightness.

“What the fuck.” I mumble, sitting up and rubbing one eye while keeping the other mostly shut.

I turn to find Noah sitting on folded knees, manically rummaging through the couple bags he moved in with. He’s ripping through each one, tossing pieces of clothing out left and right, shaking out the empty bags as if they have hidden compartments.

“What the fuck are you doing Noah.” I ask, my tone soaked in annoyance, exhaustion, and anger.

“I can’t find some of my shirts. I need to get the rest of my shit out. Today.” He replies, his words rushed.

My brows knit together at his sudden – and poorly timed – bout of bravery and motivation. He’d been putting this off and avoiding it for weeks. And now he’s tearing apart his stuff, throwing shit all over our room at 4:30 in the morning… after a night of drinking?

I yawn and shake my head in confusion, “Wait, wait, wait, how did you even get home?”

“Uber.” He replies simply, his gaze still focused on his third bag not even looking up at me.

“You took an Uber home?” I ask somewhat skeptically, “Why didn’t you just call me?”

His rummaging movements pause with a bundle of shirts in hand, “Didn’t wanna bother you.” Then continues digging through the bag.

Normally I would go on a tangent about how I’d rather call me to pick him up instead of doing something stupid like possibly be driven home by someone inebriated – but I’m much too depleted, both physically and emotionally to do so.

“Well, you should’ve called me.” I tug the cotton sheets closer to my body and bunch the material to my chest. “What is this really about? You’re acting so strange.”

I reach over to the light switch and turn the knob to dim the white-yellow hue of the light above us.

“I just need to get my shit, Nicholas.” He huffs, seeming aggravated by my questions.

“Well, you’re gonna go alone if you keep snapping at me like that.” I retort, even though I’d never let him go alone.

He exhales and deflates with a balled-up band tee in his hands. “I just need to do it today. If I don’t do it today, I might not ever be able to.”

Honestly, this is the last thing I fucking needed after earlier tonight. I just wanted to fucking sleep. And not be around Noah.

Yet here I am, awake, around too much Noah.

“Fine.” I sigh. “Fine, we can go today – but only if you fucking wrap up whatever the fuck you’re doing and come to bed. If we’re really doing this today, you don’t need to be sleep-deprived for it.”

“Fine.” He agrees reluctantly and begins gathering the clothes to shove back into the bags. “But I probably won’t be able to sleep.”

“Well, you should at least try.” I scoot back into my left side to make room for him.

The box spring squeaks under the weight of him when slides in and immediately turns away from me. Normally I would be a tad offended, but tonight, I’m grateful.

Surprisingly, small snoozy noises escape him not long after his head hit the pillow. I lay facing him, watching the rise and fall of his ribcage like a metronome.

Concern and fear suddenly flood my bloodstream like a bad drug. Getting most of his stuff out the first time was no picnic and I just know this last time is going to be even worse. Frankly, I’m a tad worried about the things he’d left behind, I wouldn’t put it past his stepdad to throw them out.

I shake my head and try to focus on my breathing to calm me down. When that doesn’t work, I try counting.

I drift off to sleep before 30.  

My faux-leather steering wheel cover cracks under my fidgeting fingers. Noah can’t seem to sit still, running his hands up and down his thighs probably to self soothe. The anxiety is thick and tangible in the car. He would never admit it to me, but I know he’s scared shitless about going back home. Noah always tried to hide it from me, but I’m not stupid. It doesn’t matter how “anemic” or thin you are, you don’t amass that many bruises that frequently. I always wondered if that’s why he started wanting so many tattoos so suddenly. Maybe, on some level, that’s what made me want to start tattooing in the first place.

The normally 20-minute-long car ride felt like three hours, but when we arrived, I could’ve sworn it had only been 3 minutes.

I park on the curb at the end of the driveway and shut off the car. Just being on the tiny patch of lawn has my heart thumping through my chest and it’s not even my battle.

But I guess if I’m here with him,

If it’s his, it’s mine too.

As much as he wasn’t prepared to do this, neither was I. My gaze lands on the rectangular windows of the small yellow house. From the outside, it looks so normal, so happy even. It’s almost eerie how far from the truth that is.

I look over at him, just now realizing he hadn’t said a word the whole ride. He’s slumped in the passenger seat, one lanky arm wrapped around his own waist and the other stationed at his mouth. His eyes glued to the house behind me as he chews on his thumbnail.

“We can still go back home, Noah. We don’t have to do this today if you’re not ready.” I offer gently, mostly because I don’t think either of us are fully equipped to do this.  

“No. I have to do this.” His eyes finally falter away from the house and land on me.

“Okay. You sure you’re ready?” I ask quietly.

His teeth dig into his bottom lip. “No. But I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“I’m gonna be with you the whole time, okay?” I hold out my pinky. “Always, remember?”

He nods and hooks onto my pinky. “Always.”

As expected, I’ve landed myself in the middle of a brawl between Noah and his stepdad. I feel guilty and useless standing there as a bystander not interfering, but my feet can’t seem to move and my vocal cords have ceased to function.

Noah started off strong, full of adrenaline and blind bravery, but it didn’t take long for George to wear him down.

My heart beats loud in my ears and I can’t hear a word they’re saying. All I see is him waving around Noah’s guitar like it’s a toy, using it as an extension of his exaggerated furious expressions. Noah’s tall, but George is much taller and stronger than him, so Noah just looks like a mouse running around an elephant, scrambling trying to snatch the instrument back.

I’m not sure what they’re even screaming about but the argument escalates further than I ever expected it to. My eyes round as I witness each of George’s hands slide to either end of the guitar’s neck.

No

He wouldn’t

As if in slow motion, I watch the light pale from Noah’s face. His eyes wide and teary, and his brows curled up. I can see the heartbreak in his dark brown eyes in real time as he watches his stepdad easily snap the neck of his beloved guitar.

The break is quick and sharp and fills the room with the sound of cords plucking and wood splintering. The noise after is even louder though, just jarring silence.

Until George opens his mouth again. “Get your sad, pathetic little toys and your little boyfriend out of my goddamn house.” Rasps his deep Western accent.

He forcefully tosses the broken instrument at Noah, hitting him so hard it knocks him backwards. The livid man storms across the house and slams the master bedroom door behind him.

Noah’s knees buckle and land harshly on the carpeted floor, holding the guitar in his arms as if it’s a wounded soldier in battle. His face scrunches up around his eyes and tears just begin pouring from him. His chest hiccups with each sob that escapes. He curls the wooden pieces in his arms into his chest and rests his forehead against the curve of the guitar. His cries heave his entire body.

I’m frozen where I stand. What I just witnessed might as well have been a murder. I’ve seen Noah cry, of course, but this is something I’ve only ever seen once before. Besides that one time, I’ve never seen him this bad. At least, he’s never letme see him this bad.

I gently meet him on the floor. For some reason, I feel hesitant to touch him, but I can’t just sit here and do nothing.

I don’t dare even touch the arms that are gripped onto his guitar so, I rest my hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t even react to my touch at all, as if he can’t even feel it.

“Noah…” I say cautiously. “Let’s just get you out of here, okay? We just need to grab your stuff and get out. We can figure this out later… later when we’re not here.”

He doesn’t respond and when I try to nudge him even a little bit, he’s solid like concrete where he’s kneeled.

“C’mon Noah we gotta go.” I stretch up to double-check that the bedroom door is still closed. “I’ll get the rest of your stuff. We just need to get you out of here.” I urge and squeeze his shoulder a bit.

His fingers dig into the instrument as he takes a deep sniffle and screws his eyes shut tight, shoving the salty tears out. He just gives me a little nod against the guitar, letting me know that he understands but doesn’t move.

“Please, Noah.” I beg and try pulling at his arm again. “Please get up. I need you to get up for me.”

He gives a little of his arm to me and not much more. But I take what I can get and use both of my arms to weakly lift him up from the floor by his underarms. I basically carry him out of the house, his body limp as I drag him backwards across the overgrown lawn. Shards of dying grass cling to our clothes and dust kicks up all over the back of his jeans.

I feebly open my back door and let him crawl into the backseat with the guitar tight in his grip. He immediately lays with it across the cushions and some boxes.

Luckily, we had gotten most of his belongings already so there was just the final sweep left to do.

Thankfully, George is still holed up in his room, though that doesn’t ease my panicked heart-pounding in my ears. Noah’s room is completely bare except for a half-filled trash bag of miscellaneous belongings. I drag the heavy bag across the stained beige carpet, but I stop at something that catches my eye.

In one cubicle of many that make up a huge bookshelf are a couple of photo albums in chronological order spanning over a few years. From the peek-through covers I can tell that they’re filled with pictures of his parents, or maybe at least his mom.

My head snaps at a stir that comes from behind the bedroom door and in a split-second decision, I scoop all the photo albums and throw them into the black trash bag. I use all my strength to heave the now extra bulky bag across the yard as I run towards the car.

I toss the bag into the trunk and slam the door before rounding the car, throwing myself so hard into the driver’s seat that I nearly tip the car over. I take a glance in my rear-view to check on Noah and find his body tightly curled around the instrument sobbing even worse than how I left him. Seeing him like this… gives me an ache in my chest that I didn’t even know could hurt so much. It’s so excruciating that I could almost vomit from it.

I quickly shift the car into drive and speed off so fast that my wheels squeal.

I’m unsure what to do or what to say. It feels like saying anything would only make things worse at risk of saying something wrong. I always feel guilty when situations like this happen with his family because I can’t imagine what he feels. I don’t know what I’d do without my family, and I can’t even fathom someone treating their child like that, especially him. Noah is the last person on earth that deserves that.

I bite my nail as I walk back and forth in the living room lost in my thoughts.

“Honey, why don’t you come sit down?” My mom suggests patting the couch cushion next to her. “Pacing around the living room isn’t going to help anything.”

I sigh and meet her on the couch, “You should’ve seen him, Mamá.” I run my fingers through my sweat-coated roots. “Oh my god, it was horrible.”

She begins rubbing small circles into my back, “I know Gatito.” She tries to soothe, using her Spanish nickname for me – she always told me I resembled a small cat. “But we know what his family is like, I’m surprised something like this hadn’t happened sooner.”

“Yeah…” I trail off, biting down hard on my thumbnail thinking of all the things we never told her his stepdad had done. If she knew the things he’d done to him – especially in front of me – who knows what she’d do. She’s a Hispanic single mother, nothing would be able to stop her – and a George vs. Mom battle royal is the last thing we need.

“I’ve just never seen anyone that… defeated before. That guitar was everything to him.” I hang my head and use both hands to cover my face.

“Well, you know, maybe we could pull together some extra money by Christmas?” She offers. “I could pick up some extra shifts at the hospital.”

“No, no, Mom, you don’t understand.” I sigh and turn my head to her against my propped palm. “His mom gave him that guitar.”

“Oh.” She replies solemnly in understanding.

“There’s a music store in town where I get my vinyls, they do repairs there.” My sister speaks up from across the room, resting on the column that separates the living room from the kitchen. “Maybe you could see if they could fix it?”

I blink blankly as I process her words and it’s like a lightbulb illuminates above my head. “You actually might have a good idea for once Stell.”

 She rolls her eyes, “I’m trying to be helpful, you don’t have to be rude.”

“I’m your brother, it’s kind of my job to be rude.”

“Whatever.” She takes a sip from her obnoxiously sized water bottle. “There’s a really cute guy that works there, I think he does most of the repairs. His name is Jolly, tell him Stella sent you.” She winks.

“Augh.” I groan in disgust and wave her boy craze away. “I’ll be sure to do that.” I add sarcastically.

A serious stillness falls over the room like everyone is equally unsure of how to proceed.

“What are you gonna do about Noah?” Stella asks softly, her voice laced with concern.

My leg bounces in anxious uncertainty as my eyes drift over to my closed bedroom door.

“I don’t know.”

I gently knock on my door and slowly creek it open. The room is pitch black with just Noah on the bed curled up around his guitar, his shoulder length hair splayed across the pillows, and the duvet wrapped around him like a cocoon. He’d been hidden away in my room like this since we got home.

“You awake?” I question timidly, readjusting the tray in my hands.

It takes a moment, but he replies with a tiny, short groan.

“I brought you soup. You know, the chicken noodle my mom makes that you like so much?”

Another brief pause followed by a slightly more intrigued grumble.

I take it as permission to enter and precariously make my way over to him. There’s a sliver of mattress left behind him, and I fit half my ass on it.

I allow him the space to be quiet with me for a bit.

“How are you doing?” I ask, even though it’s an asinine question.

He just sniffles.

“I know, I’m sorry.” I sigh quietly. “Is there anything I can do?”

He sniffles again and scooches further into the bed, onto my side.

I silently tap my index finger on the plastic tray, pondering what that could mean before I speak. “You want me to lay with you?”

He gives a small ‘mhm’ groan.

“Okay, I can do that. But can you eat for me?”

He replies with a ‘nuh-uh’ whine.  

I exhale knowing this was going to be an uphill battle. “Noah, you’ve gotta eat.”

He shakes his head in resistance again.

“C’mon, just a couple bites…for me?”

A pause before he lets out a defiant but agreeing sigh.

“You’re not gonna move, are you?”

He shakes his head.

I breathe out trying not to sound annoyed because I should be grateful that he even cooperated this much.

Maneuvering around him from behind, I hold the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other. Thankfully, the soup had cooled down to just a bit warmer than room temperature. I scoop a spoonful of it, making sure to get a little bit of everything: noodle, chicken, and carrot – if he’s only going to take a couple bites, I have to make sure they count.  I carefully bring the spoon over to his lips, he lifts his head just a bit and takes the spoonful into his mouth. He let me give him 4 or 5 bites, which was more than I expected, before rejecting the rest.

I set the bowl on the nightstand, lift the sheets, and nestle into the space he made for me.

“Thanks for eating.” I say quietly. “I know you didn’t want to.”

He nods mutely.

I press my lips together. “I’m sorry about what happened today.”

He’s silent. Slowly but surely sniffles and sobs begin to pour from him again. I immediately feel the twist of guilt in my stomach for being the one to trigger his tears again.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I-I can leave if you want some priv–“

His hand reaches behind him and firmly captures my wrist.

“Stay.” He begs in a coarse whisper, the first thing he’s said since we came home. “Please?”

His voice is so cracked and hoarse, if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he was sick.

I falter a second to respond but he must’ve felt the hesitation.

“It helps.” He croaks. “Remember?”

The churn in my chest returns and there’s an ache in my heart that accompanies it. If I could somehow magically take all of this away, I would, even if it meant trading places with him. Even if it meant I’d be the one hurting instead.

I feel so fucking useless, not being able to do much for him.

But at least I can do this.

“Okay.” I respond cautiously and settle further into the bed, now essentially spooned around his body.

His grip on my wrist never left so I let our joined arms rest on his hip. I can’t seem to gather with the right words to say to him, I mean what can you really say after something like that?

So, I offer him the only words that feel suitable.

“I’m not going anywhere, Noah. You know that right?”

There’s a long quiet, so long that I think he may have fallen asleep.

But then he squeezes my wrist.

“Thank you.”

I sense the urge to do something, but I’m not sure how he’ll react. I don’t know, maybe it would help?

I tug at where his hand meets mine and he gives me an upset grumble, like he doesn’t want me to leave.

“I just… is it okay if - can I try something?” I ask shyly, suddenly very nervous, nervous enough to have my heart racing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch his brows furrowing. I can tell he wants to be stubborn and keep me latched there, but curiosity always gets the best of him. He slowly loosens his grip on my wrist.

I didn’t notice that my palms were sweating until I’ve retrieved my hand. I press my lips flat and feel like my ribcage could burst open at any minute from how hard my heart beats against it.

My body is screaming at me to do it and as much as I want to fight it, I can’t.

Maybe it would help

I let my arm go where it wants to go. It slithers beneath the covers and through the space between Noah’s arm and his side. I wrap my arm around his waist and pull flush against him.

We both freeze. My ears grow warm as the hour-long seconds pass.

Maybe he’s uncomfortable

Maybe he thinks this is weird

Maybe it is weird?

Is this weird?

Maybe he doesn’t like it

Maybe I’m making it worse

Maybe–

Unexpectedly, he just melts into me. His body molds into my arms like they were made just for him.

He finds my arm and brings it to his face, pressing his damp, swollen eyes against it. Small sobs fall into my arm and his grip on me is so tight I could turn blue.

Maybe he feels safe, and maybe he just needed to feel safe to let the rest out.

My own eyes well up at the sound of him, at the feeling of his body heaving in my arms. I press my forehead against his shoulder.

“I’m here, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I’m always gonna be here.” I reassure him again through my own held-back tears.

He wipes his tears off with the collar of his shirt before pulling my arm back around his chest. He nuzzles into me, and I feel my heart swell so big it fills my entire chest.

I think I already know the answer, but I wanna hear it anyway.

“Does this help?”

He lets out a sleepy sigh as he nestles his back into my chest.

“You always help, Nicholas.”

Next Chapter -> 05 - Girl Crush*

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