#insomnia hit bad tonight

[aces-and-kings]

[toastsnaffler]

dunno if this is just placebo effect but I do feel like it's already helping a bit. usually at work I'm fighting for my life trying to write emails or ask ppl for things bc I find it so hard to put my words in order in a way that makes sense to other people but it's been 100% fine.. and I've managed to just Do every task I need so far without rly needing to think..... I feel so calm wtf

[neurotypical-sonic]

bestie isnt it midnight for u? sleep please

its actually 5.40am aha

[wingerondeck]

Exhaustion.

Pure exhaustion.

She begged for sleep to come but it never did. Her body screaming to rest, her mind racing despite its exhaustion.

She just wanted stillness. A moment to slip into silence and calmness. She wanted to sleep.

[0bticeo]

welcome to the show!

summary: vox sends you as a spy to the hazbin hotel. alastor decides to give him a show.

tw: voyeurism, biting, blood play, fingering, valentino mentioned. english isn't my mother tongue.

you're thrown in hell - quite literally. the fall from purgatory and its beasts was long, arduous, and painful.

you've led an ordinary life. woken up. worked. slept. repeatead. same old decaying matter as everything else. you didn't think too much of it, of course not. you were twenty something and rising slowly, steadily in your company as an esteemed lawyer. memento mori didn't ring a bell. maybe it should've.

now you're in hell, and you're burning with sheer, unbridled rage, because how dare they throw you in there? (you're all in hell for a reason. all of you, fangs and bad intentions bare to the world.)

you take up your old job at vox tech. lawyer for a corrupt company. old habits die harder than you do. there, there's the thrill of probing the opposing companies and sinking your fangs into them, corrupt little fox with a too wide smile on your face.

what you gather is this: velvette's sense of fashion involves too much purple, valentino is the embodiment of everything you hate and vox... vox is obsessed with the radio demon. he's disappeared not too long after being asked to join the vees. you'd know, you're the one who wrote the contract he refused to sign. bastard.

could've been fine, really. but they work you to the bone and treat you as little less than a glorified secretary. when valentino throws the cup of coffee you brought him to a board meeting with the other executives of the company, you slam the door on your way out and don't look back.

it goes like this: you've been in hell for a while, and you're done playing the part of the sinner. so you tell charlie morningstar when she greets you at the hazbin hotel.

she accepts you, welcomes you with, out of all things, a song. too much trouble for dear old you.

"nonsense! everyone deserves to be given their rightful importance!"

that one hit close home.

you don't have the time to thank her before she's introducing you to the staff and the rest of the hotel.

vaggie, staring you down with a suspicious eye, fingers itching to reach for her spear. ah. an angel. fascinating.

angel dust. you have to thank him for being here. after you murder him for calling you an enticing little vixen and winking at you.

husker. former overlord. sold his soul to the radio demon in a bad game of poker.

your hair stand at the back of your neck. static crackles in the air. your ear twitches. alastor's entered the game.

"alastor, it's a pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure my dear!"

he brings your gloved hand to his lips. even through the thin leather, you can feel the warmth of his breath, the press of his teeth like a warning.

his grin deepens when you introduce yourself in turn. a glimmer of recognition flashes in his eye.

shit.

**

you've always liked to cook. there's something about the glimmering edge of a knife cutting thin slices of meat that appeases you. tonight, you crave some rabbit.

somewhere in the kitchen, the clock ticks the minutes away, time bleeding out. doesn't matter when you have eternity to atone for your sins. 

the watch at your wrist flashes. 2:37. of course, insomnia had to follow you down to hell. it served you at voxtech, back when you were pouring over contracts and meaningless paperwork.

you make your way towards the fridge, hoping to god you'll find something to satiate your appetite.

"ah, feeling peckish my dear?"

you startle.

alastor.

you turn, back facing the counter, resisting the urge to bare your fangs. there he is, slithering out of darkness, a spectre in red. you wonder if it's a reminder of the blood he's shed.

"what do you want?" you snarl.

he laughs, static buzzing in your ears. you blink. when your eyes open, he's inches away from your face, craning your neck towards him - he's tall, that fucker.

"why so aggressive, little vixen?"

his fingers dip down your shoulder, down your arm, until they close on your wrist. his teeth press against the bracelet of your watch, scraping the skin beneath, drawing a drop of blood. the screen glows, a faint blue light in the penumbra of the kitchen.

your breath catches in your throat. he's gorgeous, blue light draped over his hair like threads of moonlight.

he hums, the vibration settling low in your gut.

"i just want a little taste..."

you shiver at that. at the way he looks at you like he wants to devour you, consume you whole. at the way his tongue presses on the cut, lapping at the blood. you tense, biting back a soft, needy little sound.

his leg pushes your thighs apart. you don't realise you've been humping against the warmth of him until his hand settles on your hip, claws digging into your skin hard enough to draw blood.

"behave, little spy."

you laugh at that, baring your throat.

"was it really that obvious?"

he hums, clawed finger trailing down the column of your flesh, pressing against the jugular. he can feel your pulse, staccato little thing beating wildly as you look up at him, lips parted with want.

his smile stretches, impossibly wide.

"vox wouldn't have let his precious little lawyer go." his claws tap against your watch. "and i'd be a fool not to get a taste."

he kisses you. he kisses you, teeth nipping at your mouth until you can feel static against your tongue, until you arch your back against him. you whine, claws digging in his shirt, eager for more. of course, he pulls away. bastard.

"patience, my dear. all good things come to those who wait."

you scoff.

"because seven years and s'more weren't enough?"

a pause. his lips trail down your throat.

"i suppose that's fair."

he bites you, teeth sinking at the junction of your throat and shoulder. you keen, a breathless moan of his name as you feel him grind against you. you shouldn't let this happen. shouldn't revel in the warmth of him, body going limp in his grasp. shouldn't drag his hand towards your aching core, let him press his fingers against your slit and chuckle at how wet you are. you can't let him finger you on the kitchen's counter, can't mewl like a wanton whore.

you do.

you do, his name like a prayer on your lips, hips stuttering, desperate for release. you feel him against you, lapping at your flesh like a starved hound. when he lets you go, there's a spider-web thin string of blood connecting him to your shoulder.

the sight of him takes your breath away.

there he is, eyes half lidded, looking at you. there he is, blood, your blood, dripping down his lips, his chin.

he leans closer, watching you, the way your shiver at his every touch, as his free hand digs in the tender skin of your breast and sinks into the flesh.

oh.

something snaps in you - you're on fire, head thrown back in a silent cry of his name.

on your wrist, the watch flashes blue. alastor grasps your wrist in his hand, bringing it up. it's easy for vox to see you. you, disheveled, red fur a mess of sweat and blood, panting, cheek pressed against alastor's chest. you, nightgown hiked up to your hips. you, legs wrapped around alastor's waist, teeth sinking into the meat of his shoulder to muffle your moans as he drills his cock into you.

vox groans at the sight, pants growing too tight.

the radio demon smiles.

"hope you enjoyed the show, old pal!"

[bluejutdae]

Insomniacs | Bang Chan x you

synopsis: Chan is your roommate and you both have trouble with insomnia

Another sleepless night. Another night of tossing and turning. Another headache that you can feel starting at the back of your head. There’s really no point in staying in bed anymore, but you have to be quiet cause your roommate is maybe asleep, and you don’t wanna risk waking him up.

You wander through the apartment and end up in the kitchen, maybe some chamomile tea would help? After you heard noises from Chan’s room, too loud to be just him moving in his sleep, it’s easy to decide to make two cups and leave his on the kitchen table.

On nights like this, standing up is a chore. You’re tired to the bones, but your brain doesn’t seem to have received the message: awake, loud and a bit mean, it’s more awake than ever. Just few minutes later, your hear soft steps getting closer, and Chan finds you sitting on the kitchen floor. Your back to the cabinets door, warm mug between your hands, a warm substitute for real affection.

“No sleep tonight, uh?” Chan grabs his mug and raises it in a mock toast in your direction. He then sits at your side, knee knocking in yours and his head hits with a soft thud the kitchen furniture. You answer with a quiet hum and a shake of your head.

“Wanna talk about it?” You can’t help a smile from appearing on your face. Chan is always so gentle, so caring, that falling deep for him was way too easy and natural. “There’s not much to talk about. What about you?”

“Bad dream. Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“But you wanna talk?”

The two of you do this sometimes, you sit on the floor and talk about everything and nothing. There are only few things you’ll never tell each other: you’re never confessing to him, he’s never telling you he’s felt alone for so long before you arrived, you’re never telling him he’s the best part of your life.

He nods and sips his chamomile. “I heard sharks likes to be pet by subs.” One topic is as good as the other, but it gets the conversation started…

[…]

It’s hours later when he says: “…and so they broke up”, he concludes the story about a couple of his friends and their messy romance.

“That’s sad, tho. The idea of loving someone so much but not being able to be with them.” You’re looking in front of you, Chan’s face on the left of your visual field. You know what’s like to love someone but not being with him, watching him and being happy about his accomplishments but only doing it as a friend, as a roommate.

“Mh”, he nods and picks at the skin of his thumb with his teeth. “That sucks, you’re right. I hope they’ll manage to solve their problems and finally be happy.” With his head still resting on the cabinet’s door, he turns it towards you. “Are you happy?”

Your first instinct is to scoff. Your second instinct is to cry. Are you happy? What are you gonna answer Chan?

“I don’t know.” Your voice is so quiet you’re not sure he heard you. You’re about to drop the subject when he makes an inquisitive sound. Have you always been weak in front of Chan? Have you always given him all he asked for? “I don’t know, Chan. I have pretty much everything I need, I should be happy, right? I have a decent job, a pretty apartment, friends, health…” your sentence hangs incomplete. You know what is missing, but you can’t say it.

How do you tell your roommate you love him? How do you tell him you’d be happy if he were yours? How do you tell someone they’re the reason you keep smiling day by day without weighting them of the burden, the responsibility? And even if you were brave enough (and selfish enough) to tell him, then what if he doesn’t reciprocate and you lose him?

“It’s okay to want more.” Too kind, too good.

“What about you?” You ask, maybe he’ll forget your words.

“Are you asking me if I’m happy or if I want more?” What are you asking? You’re not sure, so you shrug, letting him pick for you. “I am happy.” he says, and then Chan does something that in all the late night talks you shared he has never done: he reaches for your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours. His palm is warm against yours, bigger, you can feel his callous on his fingers. “I could be happier,” he continues. “I want more, too.”

How can something so simple as holding hands make your heart race? Why are you suddenly so warm and happy? “It’s okay to want more” you repeat his words.

Chan’s face opens up in a beautiful smile and you blush so hard you can only hide your face, letting your head rest on his shoulder, hands still clasped together.

Later, you’ll kiss. Later, you’ll both confess, reciprocated feeling and plans for the future. Later, you’ll decide to make it official, so there’ll never be misunderstandings in this. But for now, the sun rising catches you unmoved. Hands clasped, heads resting close and you both asleep. You’re gonna regret falling asleep sitting in the kitchen floor, but this was the best late night talk for you two, so a cricked neck and achy asses are worth it.

[rorylovesmatt]

insomnia - Matthew sturniolo

summary: matt is having a hard time sleeping so he calls the only person he knows will help.

word count: 532

a/n: i don’t know what to write next 💔 if you have any request send them my way! also the lyrics don’t really match but it’s okay…

Matt laid in bed staring at the ceiling. The clock on his nightstand flashed 2:37 AM. The bright numbers were a harsh reminder of how late it had become. He sighed turning over for what felt like the hundredth time that night, but no position seemed comfortable. His mind was a whirl of thoughts. None of which seemed to settle down enough to let him sleep

He knew this feeling all too well. Nights when his brain just wouldn’t shut off, when every little worry and thought increased in the silence. But tonight felt different, heavier, and he knew there was only one person who could help him through it

Reaching for his phone he hesitated for a moment. He didn’t want to wake her up but he needed her… badly. With a deep breath he scrolled to her name in his contacts and hit call

The phone rang twice before he heard her sleepy voice on the other end. “Matt? Is everything okay?”

The concern in her voice made his chest tighten with guilt but at the same time it was a comfort to hear her. “I’m sorry for waking you up Y/n” he said softly. “I just... I can’t sleep”

There was a pause and he could almost see her sitting up in bed rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Is something on your mind?” she asked gently

“I don’t even know” he admitted, frustration creeping into his voice. “I just feel agitated. Like I can’t shut my brain off”

Y/n was quiet for a moment, then she spoke, her voice soothing. “Do you want to talk about it? Or would you rather just hear my voice?”

Matt felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth despite everything. She always knew just what he needed. “I think I just need you” he said. His voice barely above a whisper

“Okay” she replied softly, “I’m here. Why don’t you close your eyes and try to relax?”

He did as she said, closing his eyes and focusing on the sound of her voice. She started talking about their day, the little things they’d done together, the way she’d laughed at one of his bad jokes, and the plans they had for the weekend

As she talked he could feel the tension in his body slowly melting away. It was as if her voice was wrapping around him, comforting him in a way that nothing else could. He didn’t need to respond, she knew that just hearing her was enough

Minutes passed and Matt felt himself slipping into a calm, peaceful state. Her voice became softer, almost like a lullaby, and before he knew it, his breathing had evened out, his mind finally quiet

“Are you feeling better?” she asked after a while, her voice barely a murmur

“Yeah,” he whispered back, his words slurred with sleep. “Thank you Y/n. I love you”

“I love you too Matt” she replied softly. “Get some rest now”

With her voice still echoing in his ears Matt finally drifted off. knowing that no matter what, she would always be there to help him. Even if it was in the middle of the night

[cameronspecial]

I Will Make You Forget, Rafe

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: SMUT At The End.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

Summary: Rafe gets really bad nightmares and Y/N has one way to make him forget.

Masterlist

Rafe can get pretty bad nightmares. About the death of his mom. About Y/N getting hurt. About Y/N dying. It all contributes to his insomnia and keeps him up at night. Years of being with Rafe means that Y/N is used to being woken up by his screams. Just like tonight. Her eyes peel open at the thrashing coming from beside her. She turns from under his hold to feel Rafe kicking his legs and his arms flinging about like a crazy man. Her hands cup his face and her thumb caresses his cheek. “Shh. Shh. Rafe, wake up. It’s only a dream. I’m right here,” she soothes, kissing each of his cheeks for good measure. He jerks up and his eyes fling open. His head finds her chest, resting against the warmth of her bosom. “It was only a dream, Rafe. It’s okay,” she reassures. Her hands run through his hair, scratching his scalp to calm him down. She presses a kiss to his sweaty forehead. His heavy breaths hit her skin and she lets him calm down for a minute. Once his breathing evens out, she takes it as a sign that the conversation can move forward. “Do you want to talk about your dream?” she whispers with her lips pressed against his head. He gives a small nod, “They were going to hurt you. I couldn’t protect you and they were going to hurt you.” “You know that has never happened before. You have always been there to protect me,” she reminds him. 

“They had a knife to your neck and they were going to drive it through your neck,” he recounts, tears pouring from his eyes at the reminder of what had him so terrified. Her mouth presses against his ear, “But look at me right now. I’m okay. No knife in my neck. No men trying to hurt me. I’m right here in front of you. Happy. Healthy. And incredibly in love with you.” He looks up at her and examines every inch of her to see if it is true. It is. Yet, the images in his mind still creep up and his breath starts to quicken again. “I just can’t forget what happened,” he tells her. She frowns at his words, “I will make you forget, Rafe.” She moves from under him, so he gently falls to his pillow. She straddles his hips and he watches as she shimmies down his body so her face is aligned with his crotch. She places a kiss on the growing bulge under his pants. Her hand finds the top of his bottoms and tugs them down his legs to reveal his hard dick. She takes his length in her hand, pressing a kiss to the tip before pulling away. “Now, whenever you think about that awful dream, I want you to think back to this moment. Okay. Can you do that?” His head bobs up and she takes him into her mouth, doing exactly as she promised. His pants of fear turn to ones of pleasure and this makes the bad images go away. 

Taglist: @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

[s-4pphics]

let the rain sing. prologue. (a.a.)

wc;cw: 2k, dadsbestfriend!abby, lawstudent!oc, large age gap(oc is 25, abby is mid 40s), abby is bi <3, mentions of insomnia and prescriptions, brief mentions of familial death, brief mentions of weed, alcohol, smut l8r y’all know wassup

You were exhausted. 

You haven’t gotten one second of decent shut eye for the last three days, and you could slowly feel yourself slipping into insanity every second that passed. 

Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words—

You’d been silently gnawing through your now rubbery everything bagel when your mother’s speaker rang through the kitchen. You jumped slightly, glancing over to your parents as they eyed each other with bright smiles across their faces. Despite the pounding of your head from the volume of the Fugees, you couldn’t help the softness you felt whenever you saw them in each other's company. They were still so in love after all this time. 

When they heard that you passed the LSAT two years ago, they were ecstatic, even more so than you’d been. You were glad to know that your restless hours of studying had paid off, but you couldn’t help the anxiety that washed over you when you thought about finances, employment, living arrangements. All of the things you didn’t have to worry about at university because your parents were that giving. These responsibilities started to hit you the closer the start of your first semester got, but you thanked god every day for blessing your parents with their intuition. 

They’d been quick to ease any tension that you’d developed over the summer, inviting you to live with them as you finished your schooling. You lived on campus when you were in university, and even though you were disappointed by not having another full experience like you did previously, you refused to pass up the opportunity of free… everything. 

You knew law school would be difficult—your first year rocked you like no other, and although your peers had gotten accustomed to the rigor, you were struggling just as badly as you were back then. 

And it mainly had to do with your inability to fucking sleep. 

You… could not stay sleep for longer than twenty minutes at a time, and it was killing you. Literally. Your friends had been making comments about how worn out you seemed. 

You tried everything: upping the milligrams of your prescription, indica, giving yourself lack-luster, unfulfilling orgasms, and none of it worked. 

Your parents knew about your insomnia since you were a teenager, but you never fully expressed to them how bad it’d gotten since this semester started. Your prescribed sleeping aids were not helping you in the slightest anymore, and you spent most of your nights staring at the ceiling of your childhood bedroom, counting the little glow-in-the-dark, star-shaped stickers that your dad had stuck to your ceiling when you were little. The longer you stared at them, the brighter they seemed to glow, even though you knew that they’d lost their shine a decade ago. 

You had another day of diligent notetaking and highlighting ahead of you, but all you could think about was fucking sleep. 

Hi baby .Some friends from work will be over today when you return from class .Sorry for the last minute warning .I love you & be safe .🥰❤️

You sighed heavily as you read your father’s text, your instructor's voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard as you sent your dad okay. love you too. 

You always loved your father’s vibrancy: you’ve never known someone as social as him. He loved to speak, to make friends, to learn the inner makings of their mind with genuine curiosity. He had such a comforting and attentive aura, and it lured people to him like they were on strings, and he was a puppeteer. 

But having company over tonight was the last thing you wanted right now. 

And your favorite pen was running out of fucking ink. 

Dammit. 

You pulled your front door open and was instantly met with the sound of laughter and glasses clinking. It was almost nine, and they were still here. 

… Great. 

You stepped in and shut the door behind you, immediately kicking your shoes off and walking towards the steps. 

“And where’re you going, young lady?” 

Your mother’s voice made you halt, and your head dropped in surrender. 

You turned towards the group spread out across the living room, and you smiled as widely as you could manage, adjusting the heavy bag on your shoulder. 

“…Hey, y’all,” you said awkwardly, raising your hand up in a stiff wave, earning some chuckles and warm greetings. 

You inspected the room as they all greeted you. You recognized most of the faces from small gatherings that your parents had in the past, but your eyes were drawn to the unfamiliar woman sitting on the love seat near the television, glass of wine in hand. 

Her cheeks were tinted pink, her blonde locks draping over her… broad shoulders and back. She was dressed in a white, floral sundress with strappy sandals, and you couldn’t stop the flutter in your chest when she wiggled her fingers at you in a wave, gently saying Hi, I’m Abigail. I don’t think we’ve met.  

“… No, we haven’t. Nice t’meet you.”

“You, too,” she said, her smile brightening. 

Your father cut in, “Baby, tell her about your law student endeavors! Abby used to attend!” He turned to her to continue his boasting, “She’s almost done with her schooling, I can’t even believe it!”

Abby nodded as she sipped her wine, her eyes darting to yours in curiosity, encouraging you to tell her about your education. You shrugged, “Uh, yeah. I’m almost done. Trying to be done… I’m dying inside.” 

The room rang with laughter, Abby's soft giggles filling your ears. You squeezed the strap of your bag tighter at the sound. 

“I know the feeling. You’re better than I was, for sure. I was two seconds away from becoming a gravestone.” More laughter shook the room as she shook her head as she reminisced, taking another sip of wine. 

You nodded, urgent to get upstairs and shower, “Yeah, it’s rough. But, uh… I’m exhausted. I’ll leave y’all to it.” 

You turned to rush upstairs, only trekking one before your mom’s voice stopped you again. Your legs were this close to giving out. 

“Wait, honey! Can you help Abby make the charcuterie board before you go? Maybe she can give you some advice about getting your Master’s!” 

… What advice would she give? She didn’t even finish school!

Your body was begging for you to lay down, but you spun towards the guests, “Can I change first?” 

“Sure, hon!” 

You caught Abby’s eyes one last time before you left, her gaze… hard to read. It made your hand grab the rail of the stairs tighter before you bolted up the steps as their chatter picked up again.

Abby was… very nice. 

You’d only been working on the charcuterie for about ten minutes, but you felt comfortable talking to her. 

You’d been curious as to why you’d never met her before, and you were eager to know more about her: how she met your dad, what her role was at the office, her… failed master’s program. She went into detail about her short-lived adventure at Harvard Law, and you couldn’t eliminate the shock on your face as she retold the story.

She’d received almost a full ride in scholarship fund due to her remarkable academia, but even with her suffocating schedule, she found time to fall in love with somebody. 

Then fell—

“—pregnant. Perfect timing,” she said with light sarcasm, and she neatly placed the crackers on a China dish. You shook your head at the mention of children, grabbing a plate from the cabinet above you, “Couldn't handle school’n and being pregnant, so I dropped out.” 

“… I don’t know if I should say congrats or sorry,” you huffed a laugh, suddenly feeling guilty about your judgment of her earlier. She shook her head with a grin. 

“Don’t say either. I’ve gotten both responses and I hate them equally,” she said with a playful glare, her mouth raised slyly. You chuckled gently, placing grapes on the plate. 

“I get that, at least you had time for a partner n’all that. Don’t tell my parents but… I haven’t talked to anyone since I started,” you said with slight embarrassment. 

“Shit…” you saw her eyes widen from the corner of your eye as she crunched on a cracker. “Yeah… you’re superhuman. I don’t know what the hell I woulda done if I didn’t get… yeah. Sorry.”  

Your cheeks ran hot as you huffed awkwardly, “It’s, uh, fine. I’ve just been really busy’n I’m sooo tired. I’m just… not thinking about that right now…” 

“I can tell…” she turned to look at you softly before continuing, “I can tell you’re working really hard. You looked like you were gonna hit the floor when you walked in.” 

Because you were. 

“I’ll be fine,” you stared into her soft eyes, studying her face. You couldn’t help but memorize the curve of her nose, the soft dots and small scars on her face, her rosy lips. You saw her eyes flicker down your face before looking down at the tray. You quickly changed the subject.

“So, how old's your kid?” you asked curiously, reaching for and opening the new pack of fresh mozzarella. You heard her breath catch in her throat. 

“She, um… she would’ve been around your age,” she barely whispered, and you nearly shot yourself in the foot.

You whipped your head to look at her, immediately setting the food down on the tray, your heart saddening at the implication.

“Abby, oh my god, I’m so sor— “

She shook her head at you with a sad smile, “Don’t worry about it, you didn’t know. I’m good.” 

“Still, I’m so sorry, that’s awfu— “

She placed a light hand on your shoulder, “Hey, you didn’t know. I’m fine… I’ve been fine since it happened.” 

You could feel her thumb rubbing into the fabric of your t-shirt, your bra-strap moving with her caress. You could feel a chill building at the base of your spine, slowly creeping up your neck. 

“Not to brag,” her voice got surprisingly low, a teasing grin creeping onto her face. You almost shuddered. “But I think I’m doing pretty well given the circumstances. I’m making a fucking charcuterie board like some rich auntie. If that isn’t proof, I dunno what is.” 

You gasped out a laugh. You hadn’t realized how good she smelt, like a fucking rose garden and Cabernet. You noticed her slightly leaning into your space, just barely, and your heart pounded against your chest. You averted your gaze down to the floor.

“You’re so tense,” she whispered out between you two with furrowed brows, evident concern in her voice. “And you look exhausted. Are you doing okay?” 

You felt the hand still planted on your shoulder massage into it, her thumb gently pressing into the skin above your collarbone, and you sighed at her touch.  

“… No— “

“Giiirls, what’s the hold up! We’re feelin’ peckish!” 

You heard your father’s mischievous voice call out from the living room, and you pulled away from the woman who’d gotten way too close to you. You skittishly returned your attention to the loaded food tray, finishing the last bit of plating before grabbing the handles and rushing out to the crowded area, leaving Abby in the kitchen to grab another bottle of wine from the fridge. 

Your parents’ friends hooted at the sight of the tray as you set it down on the coffee table. You hurriedly turned to say goodnight to your parents, but you accidentally bumped into a flushed Abby with an unopened wine bottle and cork in hand. 

You brainlessly grabbed the bottle from her, your fingertips brushing against hers. You could’ve sworn you felt her grip tighten around the neck. 

You took it from her grasp, setting it down on the table before pushing past her, your arms brushing. You bent down to peck your parents on the forehead with a shaky call of goodnight to everyone. 

You quickly raced up the stairs trying to convince yourself that eyes were not burning holes in your back, rushing into your room and shutting the door softly. 

What the fuck was that! 

those pics r not eating omg

im mad late my bad yall lol

taglist? :0

mwah bye

part one. part two. part three. interlude. part four.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Drabble Roulette: Tommy Miller - Only One Bed

Hey hey! This weekend (July 6 -7) I’m going to be playing drabble roulette! I’ve curated a list of characters, tropes, AUs, and kinks and I’m spinning the wheel! Hopefully I can do this once a month as a little writing exercise.

Character: Tommy Miller

Warnings: this drabble includes elements such as dub/noncon. Please mind these warnings and take care.

Explicit, 18+. Please reblog and leave some feedback.

(this is the last one for this weekend)

“You have got to be kidding me,” Joel hits the steering wheel, “you said you took this thing for an oil change.” 

You look from one Miller brother to the other. You’re used to sitting between them, being the peacemaker. It isn’t in your job description but it’s fifty percent of your work. 

“Actually, what I said was I was going to take it for an oil change,” Tommy smirks. 

“You think this is goddamn funny,” Joel sneers. “What the hell are we gonna do now?” 

You sigh and look through the windshield of the stalled truck. Great. It’s bad enough to break down but it’s another to be stuck with these two. 

“Well, we’ll call a tow, you got insurance,” Tommy scoffs as he takes out his phone, “that’s your problem, Joel, you always jump to the worst...” 

His voice trails off and so does your hope. That’s not good. You look at Tommy’s phone then glance over at the other man growling over the steering wheel. 

“I always what, huh? Why don’t we talk about what you always do, Tommy?” 

“Joel, please,” you pat his arm, “it’s fine. We’ll figure this out.” 

“I don’t got oil. I used the bottle last time he did this.” 

“Relax,” you show your palms and turn to Tommy, “what’s going on?” 

“Well. Uh, could be my provider but...” he raises his phone and squints, “no bars.” 

Joel huffs and leans in his seat, fishing out his cell. He unlocks it as you follow suit. Your bars are blank and the man to your left grumbles in shared disappointment. Great. 

“You just had to book a job up in buttfuck,” Joel grits. 

“You’re not helping,” you gird gently, “come on, get out, take a breath.” 

Joel shakes his head and unbuckles his seat belt. He shoves through the door and jumps down to his feet. He slams the door and you sit in silence with Tommy. He fiddles with his useless phone. 

“Well, he’s in a mood--” 

“Tommy, please,” you say, “you better sort this out. I wanna go home tonight.” 

🛻

You don’t make it home. You’re stuck. As night sets in, you resign yourself to your fate. 

You help the men clear out the truck of the bed, covering the materials in tarp as you stack them to the side of the road. You use another plastic sheet to shield the back of the truck from the elements. You use your coats as pillows and make due of two emergency blankets not quite long enough to reach past your ankle. Well, you don’t get much of those, though you can feel the warmth of both men, laying on either side of you. 

Joel as his back to you. He rolled over almost immediately. He’s so mad he hasn’t said a word in hours. You’re no more happy than him but you can’t afford to show it. You need at least one of these men to be responsive. 

You close your eyes, uncomfortable as the tarp makes the space humid, even with the chill blowing in from the tail of the truck. The metal is rigid and offers little comfort. You’re not going to sleep. You keep your eyes closed, hoping for even just a few minutes. 

The crickets underline your insomnia. You sigh. You hate this. The more you think of it, the more agitated you become. You’re mad at both of them; Tommy for his negligence, Joel for not double checking. If it’s happened before, they should both know better. 

You flinch as Tommy moves closer. You have your arms crossed, fingers twined together as you lay on your back. He rolls onto his shoulder and shifts towards you. 

“Awake?” He asks in a whisper. 

“Have been,” you answer, keeping your eyes shut. 

“Mm, yeah,” he crowds you, “wanna know a trick.” 

“A trick?” 

“To help you sleep,” he rasps, “always gets me.” 

You furrow your nose and shrug, “sure, why not? Don’t say counting sheep, I tried that.” 

“Oh, trust me, it’s a lot more fun,” he touches your arm, following your sleeve down to the cuff. You twitch in surprise, “just, stay still.”  

He hooks a leg around yours and pulls it away from your other. His hand trails along your lower stomach and you grasp his wrist as he dips down the front of your jeans, “woah, Tommy--” 

“Hey, come on,” he whispers, “don’t wanna wake that sleeping grizzly, do you?” 

“Get off-” 

“You said you wanted help sleeping,” he accuses, keeping his hand wedged down your pants, “so lay back and relax, sweetie.” 

[straykids-97]

My insomnia is really bad right now and I would love nothing more than for bang chan or lee know to fuck me to sleep.

Just make me so exhausted I pass out in minutes and enter a time of bliss.

Dear lord 🥵 (warnings are below the cut btw NSFW)

I feel like Chan is the type to slowly fuck you to bed, and then Lee Know is the type to exhaust you. Like c’mon. Chan is naturally a giver and Minho is a taker. And lord have mercy take the fckin wheel- I’m soft for both. I’d literally sell my soul for either of these men- (and also Mingi🩷🫶🏻)

Chans just fine asf for being so soft like- 😭 ⬇️⬇️ HES SO CUTE I CANT- I’m such a simp for this man that it’s disgusting.

Lee know is a damn menace. He knows it- we know it. Like, he doesn’t hide it. He enjoys tormenting us. You can see it in the way he smiles. MAN IS A TEASE- I will pass away bc I wouldn’t be able to withstand his wrath istg.

Warnings: soft channie 😭🫶🏻, unprotected sex, fluff 🫶🏻, rough sex (if you squint) cute minho, after care

A.N- unedited so I apologize heh. Anyway, enjoy and thx for the submission!!

Chan

Tossing and turning is something Chan is very much used to. In fact, he probably wrote the definition of insomniac. However, even though Chan is used to the struggle of counting sheep, he doesn’t like seeing the one he loves most share the same fate. As Chan sits at his desk peacefully writing as the time passes midnight, he usually finds solace in the soft snores that come from your parted lips.

But tonight, they haven’t come.

He pauses humming to himself and turns to watch your resting form. He carefully watches your chest to see if it was rising and falling softly to find that you were restlessly fidgeting with the blanket instead. Chan frowns at the sight of your fist balled up in frustration, “What’s wrong baby?” He murmurs. You let out a drawn out sigh, “Can’t sleep.” You grumble. The long period of silence had left your voice slightly gruff and you clear your throat before you speak again, “I think maybe today was just too exciting.” Chan coos at you as he stands from his chair, chooching across the floor in cute short steps toward you.

Slipping his jacket off and sliding in bed next to you, he pulls you to his bare chest, “Maybe this will help?” He offers. You curl into his arms and lay your head against the warm skin of his chest, “maybe.” You sigh, trying to rest finally. You try, to no avail, to fall asleep. Even though Chan is playing with the ends of your hair, which normally instantly makes you fall asleep, isn’t helping. And neither is the rumble of his chest as he hums your favorite song. You sigh, “Chan.” You whine, finally giving up. Chan peeks down at you, “What’s wrong baby?”

“I can’t sleep.” You cry, pressing your face in his neck. Chan giggles, squeezing you tightly to his chest. “Awh, it’s ok.” He says, trying to hide his giggles as you speak into his skin, your voice muffled, “my brain just won’t shut off.” Chan stops laughing and pulls away from you. You look up at him to see that he has a playful glint in his eye. “What?” You ask making him grin, “I have an idea…” he trails off, his right hand sliding down your side, groping your ass. You shove at his shoulder softly, “Channie! That’ll wake me up!”

“But it’ll make you sleepy.” He giggles sleepily, biting his lip as he leans in to kiss you.

This is where you find yourself now; back flush against Chan’s bare chest, his hand digging into your thigh to hold it up. He groans softly into your neck, his curls tickling your ear as he buries his face into your throat. His cock is hitting that gooey spot that only he managed to find. You try to hide your soft moans as he holds you close with his other hand splayed across your abdomen, cupping one of your breasts. “Fucking-fuck!” Chan moans, biting your shoulder as you dig your nails into his hip. You meet his hips, grinding back into him; just as desperate to find the high he was chasing as well.

It didn’t take long before Chan had to cover your moans so the other members of the house didn’t hear you. You shudder as you come down, Chan pulling out of you, watching you very carefully as you settle into the sheets. You look too peaceful to disturb by cleaning up right now. You could do that in the morning when you woke up. Right now, he settled beside you, propping himself up to watch you fall asleep.

Minho

Typically, Minho has no trouble getting you to bed. But tonight was different.

As usual, he’s up reading the book he was almost finished with, the light of his lamp casting a soft warm glow around the room. Usually the sound of your slow breathing would make Minho grow tired, but the lack thereof made him turn slightly to watch you. Your back to him, he can notice that you were restless. “Y/n?” Minhos soft voice murmurs. At first you don’t reply, hoping maybe you could pretend to be asleep, but he doesn’t buy it.

You feel a warm hand on your shoulder, “Baby, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you sleeping?” He pleads. You lament, “I’m just anxious.” You admit, turning to look at him as he pulls his glasses off his face. “What about?” You shrug, “I’m not sure. Just am.” You fidget as he ticks his book next to his glasses, “Do you want to talk? Maybe that will help you sleep?” You shake your head, “No.” he thinks for a moment. “Do you wanna…” he trails off, giving you a teasing smile. You giggle as he attacks your neck, nibbling and sucking as he wraps his arms around your body.

After losing your clothes, you find yourself face down in Minho’s pillows, his hand holding your head down, “Fuck!” Minho growls, snapping his hips against yours viciously. Your brain had numbed a long time ago around the third orgasm. He really was about to fuck you stupid. Not that you could process that right now. You were trying to keep your face from being smothered by the pillow.

Minho grabs a fist full of your hair, yanking you up and holding your hip with his other hand. You feel his teeth dig into the space between your shoulder blades, his chest pressing against your skin as he marks you. You let out a shrill whimper as he snakes his hand around to your front, rubbing your swollen bud aggressively. You gasp, your eyes rolling back as yet another orgasm rips through your limp body. From how Minho held you, he was close. “Baby-“ he groans one last time before stuttering to a stop.

You both pant for a while, before he slides out of you, rolling over to grab a few wipes and cleaning the mess between your thighs. He follows suit before discarding the mess in the trash. Minho rolls over and pulls you to his chest and you happily allow him to hold you there. “What’s running around that pretty head now?” He asks smuggly. You giggly dumbly and shake your head. He chuckled, “That’s what I thought.”

©️straykids-97

😵‍💫

[sopiao]

König with civilian!wife! reader that naps on your lap when he wakes up from a nightmare, idk i saw this on a tiktok and found it very cute (n_n)

König usually is very restless and often stays up. And you’d stay up with him, regardless if your tired or not. You’d rub his back, scratch his head. But what works the most is softly patting him to sleep. It helps if theres soft, classical or piano instrumental music lowly playing in the back.

But even with all of your help he always feels bad that you stay up just to help him get some sleep. But you insist that you’re not bothered by it and it would stop you from being able to have a peaceful rest if he’s up.

The two you have tried everything, reading before bed, a cup of tea or a glass of hot milk before sleeping, even sleeping pills. Well they work until he wakes up a couple hours later, unable to go back to sleep.

It’s like you have a sixth sense for this, whenever he sits up in the middle of the night or tosses and turns a little more than usual, you automatically wake up to try and soothe him back to sleep.

—

Tonight he managed to sleep peacefully after being at a family party for hours. It was already 12:46 when you two arrive home. Both drowsy and exhausted when you brush your teeth together in your pajamas. He was already incredibly tired from having to talk and catch up with your side of the family, so once he hit the pillow he was snoozing.

It was a miracle, once in a blue moon event for him to slip into slumber without having a glass of milk, and 40 minutes of you scratching and rubbing his back.

You chuckled, happy that your husband could finally sleep without his insomnia getting in the way. Sliding into your side of the bed, next to him, turning off the lights and pulling the covers over the two of you.

Around 4:24 you stirred awake, startled by the sudden and sharp shift in the bed, you turned around calmly. Feeling around the bed for König, ready to hold him and soothe him back to sleep. When you can’t find him you sit up, seeing your husband sat up, hunched over with his hands in his face.

Worriedly, you get up, sitting next to him while resting a hand on his shoulder. He slightly jumps, not expecting you to be awake, too stuck in his own thoughts to notice you move. He couldn’t hide the tears that streamed his face, staining his cheeks, making them glossy when he turned slightly to face you.

You sigh sadly, usually you know what to do when he just wakes up from his insomnia, but right now you don’t know what happened. König felt bad for waking you, feeling that he’s troubled his wife enough for having to deal with his restless nights. But right now he couldn’t help himself, immediately leaning in to squeeze you into a tight hug.

Decided to stay quite and not ask him what’s wrong when he’s already overwhelmed, you hug him back, one hand rubbing his back while the other ran up and down from his hair to the nape of his neck. Murmuring soft reassurances.

He started to explain and talk in german, probably too upset or overwhelmed to speak in english. Only thing you could translate from his frantic words were ‘mom’, ‘family’, and ‘nightmare’.

After a while he seemed to calm down, he was less manic and frantic, but he was still in tears. You started to feel an aching pain in your lower back from holding up his and your weight.

So you patted his back to signal him for his attention. You sat up so your sitting in a way that your legs are folded under your thighs, patting your lap for him to rest his head on.

The tall Austrian understood, resting his cheek on your soft thighs, wrapping his arms around your hips. Squeezing you like you would slip away if he held you any looser.

You started to play with his hair, massaging his scalp. Feeling his tears stain and fall on your plush thighs than his cheeks, slightly dampening the edge of the boxer shorts you borrowed from him for pajamas.

You started to hum. Partially to try and comfort your spouse, but also to try and occupy yourself. You knew that he was calming down when his tears started to gradually fade away, and his breathing started to slow.

By now it was 6:24. The pale blue sky started to peek through the window curtains, and you could hear some of your early bird neighbors beginning their day.

In a couple hours both of your days would start and you two would have to start on your errands. But it’s fine. You’ll just turn off the alarm and today will just be another lazy Sunday. He needs the rest anyway.

After what felt like 20 minutes, you felt like he had calmed down and fell asleep. Trying to slip out of his grasp, to try and sneak away to the bathroom for a couple seconds. Not wanting to leave him for too long. But whenever you slightly moved away from him he unconsciously pulled you tighter, somehow closer to him.

Sighing, you continued to pet his hair with a soft smile. Not sure if he’s still awake or if he just moved in instinct. Either way you decided not to move, not wanting to wake him or disturb him.

[mamaestapa]

Late Night Talking

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: Pregnancy cravings hit you late at night, and Joe takes the opportunity to help satisfy your cravings and tell you something that’s been on his mind for months

•word count: 3.2k

•warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, slight angst, mentions of the OSU situation, and lots of fluff

series masterlist

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April 25, 2023

5 months pregnant

Huffing out a sigh, you turned onto your left side once again. You fluffed your pillow as you tried to get comfortable in bed. You’ve had a restless sleep all night, only getting maybe two hours at most. You just couldn’t seem to get comfortable, plus, your pregnancy cravings were hitting you pretty hard right now. You let out another sigh as the baby in your belly started to grow restless too. Your eyes were wide open as you laid on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

You tried to fall back asleep, but your want for french fries and chocolate ice cream was much greater than your want for sleep.

You were now a little past 20 weeks into your pregnancy, which means you’re a little over the halfway mark. Which means, you have roughly 20 more weeks until you and Joe get to meet your sweet baby boy. Since your midway through the second trimester, your morning sickness is now completely gone, the headaches have eased, and the mood swings aren’t as bad. However when old symptoms disappear, the new ones start. You’ve now started to experience insomnia, more growing pains, and your favorite, pregnancy cravings.

For the past couple nights, you’ve been sneaking down to the kitchen around 1 am to get yourself and the baby a snack. You soon discovered that once the craving hit, it wouldn’t go away until yourself and the baby were satisfied. So as long as you were craving something, there was no way you’d be able to sleep anytime soon.

You reached over and grabbed your phone from the nightstand as you pulled the covers off of your body. You were sleeping in one of Joe’s t-shirts which went to your thighs, so it covered your panties. However, you thought you’d still slip on a pair of sleep shorts just in case you were caught by Joe. Joe has yet to catch you down in the kitchen satisfying your late night cravings, but you never know when he could come downstairs.

You cautiously left your bedroom, making sure to stay quiet as you slowly walked down the hall and down the staircase. Once you were successfully downstairs with minimal noise, you walked into the kitchen. It was almost as if your unborn son knew you were going to satisfy his hunger because as soon as you stepped foot in the kitchen, he was doing what felt like somersaults in your belly.

Chuckling softly at your sons movements, you turned on the lights above the island. Once the kitchen was lit up just enough for you to find your snack, you opened the freezer, looking for your chocolate ice cream and french fries. However, you had no luck finding either. The freezer was pretty much empty except for the usual: frozen chicken breasts, frozen fried rice, a few popsicles, and a couple other items of yours and Joe’s. You frowned deeply as you shut the freezer door. No ice cream and french fries for you. Looks like it’s going to be a sleepless night…

You sighed and put your hands on your belly, rubbing it softly as you spoke to your son, “Sorry little man, no ice cream and fries for us tonight.” The boy kicked the side of your belly gently, making you smile. His movements were something you’d never grow tired of feeling. You took your hands off of your bump and crossed them over your chest as you walked over to the pantry, finding a different snack to enjoy since you knew you’d only be able to go back to sleep once you ate something.

Your eyes scanned over the pantry, lighting up when they landed on the jar of salted pretzel rods. You grabbed the jar with one hand, while reaching for the container of peanut butter with the other. You shut the pantry door with your foot and walked over to the island, setting your late night craving concoction down on the marble countertop.

Grabbing a spoon from the drawer and smiling happily, you began to prepare you snack. Just as you were about to put the peanut butter covered pretzel in your mouth, you were interrupted by a brighter light being turned on in the kitchen. You whipped around at the sudden change of light, eyes falling on a sleepy, messy haired, Joe. He squinted his eyes as he looked at you.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" Joe asked, yawning tiredly. “Your son was hungry..." you trailed off, keeping eye contact with your baby daddy while you took a bite of the pretzel covered in peanut butter.

“At one in the morning?”

“Yup. Pregnancy cravings.”

Joe rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms, a groan escaping from his lips as he walked over to you. He furrowed his brows and grabbed a pretzel from the jar, covering it in peanut butter. You watched Joe with raised eyebrows. You were shocked to see him prepare the same snack as you. During the day, Joe would never indulge in your cravings with you. He claimed he couldn’t put all of that “junk” in his body after all the hard work he’s put into his body and health during the off-season. But here he was now, indulging in these cravings with you at one in the morning.

"You know," Joe said, taking a bite of the pretzel, “this actually isn’t too bad.” You nodded in agreement as you too munched on another peanut butter covered pretzel. As you chewed and swallowed the crunchy pretzel, your face turned to a look of disappointment and slight disgust. This was not satisfying your cravings whatsoever.

Joe must have noticed the turned away look on your face because he put the lid back on the peanut butter.

“Not hittin’ the spot?” He asked, a light chuckle following his words. You sighed, frowning begrudgingly, “Not all. We don’t have what baby boy and I were craving, so I thought maybe this would satisfy it instead,” you said, gesturing to the concoction on the counter, “but it didn’t, at all.”

Joe frowned slightly as he looked over at you, “I’m sorry,” he sighed softly, “what sounded good tonight?”

“Fries and ice cream—chocolate ice cream,” you gasped, “Oh! Like a frosty from Wendy’s…”

Joe shook his head, chuckling softly. “Y/n, it’s one in the morning.” He pointed out, “Wendy’s isn’t open.”

“I know,” you sighed in exasperation, “it just sounds so good.” You looked down at your swollen tummy, putting your hands on your hips as you spoke to the baby, “Doesn’t it peanut?”

The baby boy kicked in response. You looked up at Joe, a smile pulling at your lips, “He just kicked, so that means he agrees.”

Joe just shook his head at you. He didn’t feel like going anywhere at one in the morning, but he knew once a pregnancy craving hit you, you wouldn’t be able to do anything until that craving was satisfied. Joe wanted you and his baby boy to be happy, so he decided to suggest an idea to you. Something that would satisfy your craving and potentially give him the chance to do something he’s wanted to do for a long time…

“What if I take you to Mcdonald’s?” he offered, “I know it’s not the same, but at least you’ll get your fries and ice cream.” You smiled at Joe’s offer, nodding your head as you replied, “I’d love that. Thanks Joe.”

Joe smiled at you as you reached out to grab his hand. You placed the palm of his hand gently against your belly, the two of you smiling wider when you felt the little kick. Joe pulled his hand away from you as he sucked in a breath. His thoughts ran wild as his heart swelled when he gazed down at you. There were many things that Joe wanted to say to you, but he didn’t know how.

He hid his hesitation with a smile as he gestured for you to follow him, “C’mon, let’s go get you your fries mama.”

~time skip~

Joe drove through the empty drive through line, ordering a large fry and chocolate shake for you. He thanked the worker and pulled up to the window, doing his best to conceal you. The public still doesn’t know that you and Joe are having a baby together. They know that you’re expecting, but they don’t know that your expecting with their beloved quarterback. As Joe drove up to the window, you reached behind you and grabbed a sweatshirt that was laying on the seat. You placed the sweatshirt on your lap, hiding your growing belly from the McDonald’s worker.

As soon as the window opened, the guy at the cash register gasped as he noticed who his customer was.

“Oh my god, you’re Joe Burrow!”

Joe chuckled and handed the guy a 20 dollar bill. “That’s me.”

You leaned back in the seat, trying to hide yourself a bit behind Joe as you listened to him and the young man at the register exchange a few words.

“What are you doing out here man, it’s almost two in the morning.” The worker asked, handing Joe his change. “Just a late night.” He said with a smirk, pushing back the workers hand, “You keep it, bud. Have a nice night.”

“You too Joe! Can I get your autograph?” The young man asked with lots of enthusiasm. Joe smiled, “Sure.”

The worker handed him a cup, a sheepish smile on his face, “It’s all I’ve got.” Joe chuckled and signed his autograph on the plastic cup. He handed the cup back to the cashier, “What’s your name?”

“Jace.”

Joe gave a curt as he spoke, “Have a great night Jace.”

Joe pulled up to the next window, the workers at that window having the same reaction as Jace did. You were a bit worried they’d seen you, but everyone in that McDonalds was too starstruck by Joe being in the drive through to even notice you sitting in his passenger seat. Joe waved goodbye to the workers after grabbing the bag of fries and your shake from a blonde college student (who was definitely drooling over Joe the whole time). You couldn’t help but smile at Joe as he drove away from the McDonald’s parking lot. The way he interacted with his fans of all ages warmed your heart. Joe is such a kind and genuine guy. He always has been—it’s what you love most about the quarterback. Your baby boy is so lucky to have Joe as his dad.

Joe pulled into the parking lot of Kroger, putting the car in park and leaning back in his seat just a bit as he looked over at you.

You furrowed your brows in confusion as you looked at the empty parking lot.

“What are we doing here?”

“I was going to park in the McDonald’s parking lot and let you eat your snack there like old times.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the words like old times. You immediately knew what he meant by that. You lost track of how many times it was, but when you were in college, late night McDonald’s trips were a must. So many nights, you, Joe, Nick, Sam and Emma would always stop for food at McDonald’s after a late night out. Sam would drive and order the food for you all, while Emma sat in the front. You, Joe, and Nick piled into the back of the little car. After you got your food, Sam would pull into a parking spot and you’d all eat your cheeseburgers burgers, fries, and chocolate shakes at 3 o’clock in the morning, in Sam’s car, in the McDonald’s parking lot. What good times those were.

“But,” Joe continued, “too many people around, figured this would be better.” You nodded in agreement as you took the wrapper off of your straw and put it into the chocolate shake. You took a generous drink of the shake, moaning at the delicious, rich flavor. This was already satisfying your cravings.

“Hit the spot?” Joe chuckled, watching you take the lid off of the shake and dip a few french fries into the chocolate cream. You nodded, “This is the best thing I-,” you gestured to your bump, “We, have had all day.”

“Good,” Joe said, a warm smile on his face as he watched you indulge, “I’m glad.”

Some time passed, and as you were eating your fries and shake to satisfy your cravings, Joe’s thoughts ran wild. He first thought about the college days. All of the stolen glances, sneaking kisses, and hiding it all from Sam. Joe deeply wishes he never let Sam influence him into breaking your heart before he left for Louisiana. He then thought about seeing you for the first time since college when he got drafted by the Bengals. You looked a little more grown up, as did he. But you still had that sweet smile and those beautiful eyes he loved so much.

You were still the Y/n he fell in love with as a 19 year old.

Joe’s mind then wandered to the rekindling of your friendship. It took some time and few tries on both of your ends, but eventually your friendship became what it once was before. Joe began to seriously think about his feelings for you. The feelings he’s always had for you—the love he’s always felt for you. Joe has been in love with you for years, and now that you’re pregnant with his baby, that love has grown even stronger. He knows he can’t hide from his feelings anymore. He wants you to be his like you should’ve been back in Ohio State. Joe knows you feel the same way about him as he does for you. He knows he can’t push these feelings away anymore. It’s time to finally ask you what he’s been wanting to for almost six years now…

Joe sat up in the drivers seat, turning his body a bit so he was facing you. A smile grew across his face as he watched you smile into the bite of fries you just took. You looked up from the container, face dropping as you wiped at your mouth.

“Is there something on my face?” You asked, wiping at your chin and the corners of your mouth. Joe shook his head, “No, no. I’m just,” he let out a deep sigh, “I need to ask you something.”

You put the fry container down on the center console, giving Joe your full attention. He sounded pretty serious when he said he needed to ask you something. You furrowed your brows slightly as you looked into his blue eyes. What is it that he wants to ask you?

“Sure,” you nodded, “What is it?”

Joe sucked in a breath as he fiddled with the bracelets on his left wrist. Here goes nothing…he thought to himself.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said as he continued to fiddle with his bracelets, “I want our boy to have both of us around all the time.” You nodded along to what he was saying, brows furrowing slightly.

“He will Joe, what do you mean?”

“I mean that I want us to be together, Y/n.” Joe blurted. He was worried how you were going to react to his confession. Your mouth dropped slightly in shock. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Joe really wanted to be with you? Joe sighed before he continued.

“I want us to be together, as a couple. I have for years now.” Joe confessed, his voice quiet. “I was thinking and, our baby boy deserves that relationship when he comes into the world. Y/n, you deserve that relationship. After the shit I did to you in college…” he trailed off, taking a deep breath, “I want to make it up to you. I want to show you how much you mean to me, every single day. I want to be the one that gives you the love that you deserve. I should have never left you the way I did all those years ago. I love you Y/n. And If you’ll let me,” Joe reached out and grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently as you laced your fingers with his. “I’ll prove it to you every day.”

Your eyes welled up with tears as you listened to Joe’s confession. These were words you wanted to hear for quite a while now, and now that you were hearing them, you were feeling overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with joy. Overwhelmed with hope. And most of all, overwhelmed with love. A small smile made its way onto your face as you uttered those words you’ve wanted to say for years.

“I want to be with you too, Joe. I want us to be together.”

“You do?” Joe asked, his voice quiet yet hopeful. You nodded, a small smile pulling at your lips as you confirmed your answer further.

“Yes. I’ve always wanted to be yours Joe…” you trailed off, looking into his blue eyes that showed nothing but happiness and unconditional love. He leaned over the center console, leaning in and cupping your cheek gently as he slowly and sensually smashed his lips against yours. You deepened the kiss, your hands reaching for his dark blonde hair. The two of you smiled into the kiss knowing what this meant for you and your relationship.

Joe pulled away, smiling softly at you, “Y/n,” he said, watching the smile grow on your face as he popped the important question, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You nodded, grinning happily up at Joe. Your voice was quiet as you responded, “Yes Joe. I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Joe’s grin matched yours as he leaned in once again to place a sweet kiss on your lips. Both of you were on cloud nine, feeling happiness and bliss you haven’t felt in a long time. You were finally together. After years of being apart, after years of unspoken feelings, and after months of working through things together for your unborn baby, you and Joe were finally a couple. You and Joe can both agree: It’s been a long time coming.

You pulled away from Joe, a small smirk on your face as you teased him.

“This isn’t our first date, right?”

Joe chuckled, bringing a hand to your thigh and squeezing it gently, “No. I’ll take you out on a date that doesn’t include McDonald’s french fries.”

“But that’s just like old times remember? You and I, sharing fries in the back of Sam’s car.” You said with a light laugh, making Joe chuckle once again.

“That’s good for maybe a fifth date,” he smiled warily at you as he continued, “but I’m going to take you on a real first date. One that I should’ve taken you on years ago.”

Joe took his hand off of your thigh and placed it on the center of your belly. “But now I get to take both of you, so that’s even better.” Joe’s actions and words made you grin so wide that you didn’t think you’d ever be able to stop. You placed your hand over his, looking into his blue eyes and speaking wholeheartedly.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, pretty girl.”

You and Joe spent the next 20 minutes talking about date ideas, how you’d break the news to everyone that you’re dating, and how ecstatic you both are to finally be together. All while sharing your McDonald’s french fries and chocolate shake, just like you did as young college kids.

hi loves!!

first of all i apologize for how all over the place this was. i’m not the greatest when it comes to writing love confessions and being asked out lol

so y/n and Joe have made things official! how do we feel about that? how do we think SAM will feel? we haven’t heard from him in a bit…

i know a lot of you are happy about the fluff in this chapter😉 however, my angst girlies, don’t you worry because it’s coming👀

thank you all so much for all the love on this series and my blurbs! i appreciate it so much. all of the kind words, likes, and reblogs definitely keep me motivated to keep pushing out all of this content for you. so thank you🤍

you’re all the best and i hope you have a great week! another update coming tuesday, could be super fluffy or it could be angsty…i’ll let you find out for yourself😉

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[didyoulookforme]

matty sending you dirty photos, please!

this is stylist au coded :)

there is this night when both of you are already in your bunks because it’s way too late and everyone is sleeping around you. matty keeps texting because he knows both of you have bad insomnia, so he just wants some company. it is mostly small talk, him chatting about things he messed up during the gig, you admitting how you still can’t believe you’re on tour with them, etc etc.

the next alert pops up on your phone with an “image attached” message, so you click it and it’s a dimly lit photo of matty lying down on his bunk, doing a motion as if he’s blowing you a kiss. “happy to have you here, darlin.” it’s difficult to not focus on how beautiful he is, disheveled curls all over his pillow, your gold chain around his neck. makes you smile to know he doesn’t even take it off when you sleep. “still want my necklace back… but you’re cute <3”

you snap a photo of yourself and hit send, not really thinking much of it. “you’re the pretty one here, love… also, nice shirt ;)” you’re confused as to why he would mention that, given that you usually sleep topless (buses tend to get hot and stuffy). then it clicks, taking a look at the photo you sent and instantly realize that you could see your shoulders and it’s clear you’re not wearing anything underneath. you feel your face grow warm, thankful that no one’s around to notice.

“shut up, matty”

“what? not lying. just wish i could see you”

“outta luck tonight, then!”

he sends another photo, this time of him mock frowning, a hand over his bare chest partly covering that tattoo you’ve now committed to memory.

“you’re breaking my heart here :(“

as you type your phone buzzes once again.

“what if i go first..?”

“pardon?”

“you know what i mean, love”

and you obviously did, you just weren’t sure if you’d be able to handle possibly getting a dick pic from him, fully aware that he’s just meters away from you doing so.

“yes or no?”

you type and delete several messages before settling on a short “yes.” as soon as you hit send, you turn the screen off and hide the device under your pillow, feeling a mix of anxiety and uncertainty as you wait. finally the phone vibrates and you swear your fingers move on their own accord, fumbling to open the screen.

it’s a photo of him. hand over his boxers, chipped polish dark like the material, long fingers grabbing his cock, only the tip visible and his thumb resting on the slit.

“your turn ;)”

fuck fuck fuck

what now?

you fumble in the small space to take a photo of your tits, realizing that the only way to do so is by showing part of your face. then you get an idea. you raise the camera, place your left hand over your mouth and snap a few frames. once you’re happy, you send it over hoping that you didn’t leave him waiting too long.

“wish it were your fingers instead…”

you can’t help but smile, feeling like a silly teenager all over again, sending photos to your grade 11 crush.

“promise they’ll be next time, sweetheart”

then the next photo arrives. the calvin klein boxers are nowhere to be seen, his dick hard again this abdomen, fingers loosely resting over his flower tattoo, beads of precum now clearly dripping from the tip.

if it were socially acceptable, that photo would be your lock screen <3

[starythewriter]

A shift dinner date w Vinnie hacker imagine

I stepped into this amazing restaurant it reminded me a lot of the Cheesecake Factory except everything was plain black, and had dark tainted glass with lights everywhere it was so beyond beautiful.

I walked in feeling the air conditioning hit my face it wasn't too strong nor too weak just perfect. I saw Vinnie, I drove to the restaurant to meet Vinnie... I turned up some music and put on my lipstick then I got a call from Vinnie "I got a gift for you be ready"

"really? oh my gosh I can't wait"

"yes of course! that's all... but also be sitting at table 8"

"alright perfect thank you"

I stepped into this amazing restaurant it reminded me a lot of the Cheesecake Factory except everything was plain black, and had dark tainted glass with lights everywhere it was so beyond beautiful.

I walked in feeling the air conditioning hit my face it wasn't too strong nor too weak just perfect. I saw Vinnie, he looked so good wearing a light blue shirt tucked neatly into his jeans and he even wore some glasses that seemed to accentuate his already handsome features even more.

He looked up as I approached him I said "Hey" smiling shyly at the older man who smiled back at me, then looking over towards the bar I see a group of guys laughing... I tune out and say "let's order what do you want?" he looks around like he doesn't know which one I mean he says "can we get the same food we always eat?" which reminds me that I'm pretty much always there for him so I say "Yeah sure" then order our food while he orders mine he pays, and I say thanks before we head to our usual booth.

We talk about work a lot... he works at the school where I teach English and he teaches science... he is an artist too... he wants to make things when he grows up and wants to open a gallery somewhere where people can buy art. We talk about how we feel and what we are going through right now and what we think about the future... I noticed he was wearing a strong perfume I loved the smell... I smiled at him. He smiles back but suddenly starts blushing... well, I guess the conversation was going too long."Oh yeah uh sorry... I don't know why I started talking about my feelings... I have really bad insomnia... I try not to let my mind run away with me but sometimes..." he sighs "anyway, how are you doing babe?"

I smile sweetly at him "I'm good" he puts down his fork and leans across the table towards me "you are very sexy tonight..." he says softly... 'hmm he does look very handsome... ' I muse. I lean toward him slowly until I could kiss him. but out of no where the waiter seemed to intervene delivering the check.

I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not but regardless it definitely broke a moment of passion... and made a couple of strangers turn their attention towards us.

We both start getting angry as he stands up. I am a little surprised because usually he doesn't lose control like that unless he's mad at me or something... but he calmed down after "well... here" I say giving him a small kiss.

"thank you"

"here wanna go to a local fun center?" I suggest trying to break the awkwardness

"yeah ok."

We headed off together... we sat down at an arcade and played some games and talked about random stuff. He kept glancing my way and I was starting to blush. I couldn't figure out why... maybe I was embarrassed at myself for being so forward... then randomly we were playing a racing game and I knocked his car off the screen I celebrated we both laughed having a great time . Then I asked where he lived. He told me his place was a few blocks away. We got out and headed off together. When we finally stopped walking he held my hand and looked into my eyes "we should go somewhere else sometime... " he said gently kissing me... I closed my eyes and kissed him back. As he pulled away he said "your so sexy"

"thank you" I said kissing his ear. I pulled back... how about a second date?

"really?"

"yeah of course Vinnie" I smiled at him

He smiled and took my hand leading me to his car. I felt like I could fly I was so excited. It didn't matter that he wasn't in love with me, he thought I was hot. He liked me. He wanted to hang out with me. And honestly I did like hanging out with him. "here I know you love to read so here's a book with 500 quotes"

"thank you Vinnie that's so thoughtful"

He blushed a bit saying "it's nothing... I'm happy to help"

I felt his gaze of lust...

"let me drive you to my house. I'll invite you for a sleepover"

"hmmm I don't know"

"please?"

"alright fine, but only because you seem so desperate to spend time with me"

His eyes lit up and he grinned at me. "oh god I am so whipped! come on!" he yelled as he started the car

the end!

[blubushie]

1:22am and the insomnia is hitting bad tonight. Have a Misty, Tumblr