#this makes sense in my 3am head mhmm

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i'd LOVE to know any general thoughts/ideas you have about sam originally coming into his abilities 👀

OKAY OKAY. this is me just spitballing because i’ve been planning on writing out the exact way everything happens but we move. his powers presented themselves before he began displaying symptoms of schizophrenia(which he already did much earlier than usual, exacerbated by the gen v) but i think he was probably around eight/nine when he displayed them first, probably playing in the playground like most kids his age would, playing some variation of the seven and acting out scenes because hey, it’s recess and he’s the weird kid! and well. weird kids still have friends who also like to act out the seven at recess. introducing fully planned out ‘fake’ fight scenes if anyone asks; kids agree to play fair until one doesn’t. and sam has always responded first, think later. so when one kids punch lands a little too hard on his side, he responds, punching back. except the kid didn’t fight back after that. instead he’s lying on the ground across the playground with everyone suddenly stopped and staring at sam. the kid was taken away in an ambulance and didn’t survive. no one wanted to play the seven with him after

[likeshipsonthesea]

I don’t know if you take requests for nurseydex fics... but if you do the song “omg did she call him baby” by Beth McCarthy screams a heartbroken Nursey when Dex has a girlfriend

i like really can’t do genuine heartbreak but i CAN do angst that ends happy, so here’s my best shot :)

Nursey’s got a red Solo cup in one hand and a plastic champagne flute in the other and it’s sometime after three but before five and he is definitely not thinking about her or him or them together when he looks up between one sip and another to see the telltale blue hair reflecting the murky spotlights of the basement.

Nursey squints. He could be making things up--his brain is nice like that-- but he doesn’t think he’s imagining things. She’s got very distinctive hair, Dex’s--girlfriend. It’d been rather disappointing, actually, the blue hair. The whole thing had been easier to deal with when he’d been picturing some light-haired brunette going for an economics degree who smiled like a mom at soccer practice. Someone who Nursey could reasonably dislike on grounds of, like, predictability.

But no, Dex had to bring home a blue-haired physics major with a nose ring and good taste in music and the ability to out-argue Shitty while polishing off Bitty’s pie, i.e. perfect. Even Lardo couldn’t pretend like she wasn’t awesome for Nursey’s sake. Even Nursey can’t pretend like Amanda isn’t awesome for his own sake. She’s just so--so--

Nursey squints.

So-- making out with some random girl in a blouse at a frat party.

What the fuck.

Nursey is about two margaritas and three years too deep to be dealing with the emotional ramifications of catching the girlfriend of his best friend (who he’s also kind of sort of possibly maybe totally in love with) macking on some consultant for Goldman Sachs or some shit in the basement of arguably one of the worst frats at Samwell. This one doesn’t even have good music, Nursey’s only here to get drunk without the possibility of Dex calling Nursey Patrol and helping Nursey up the stairs and saying nothing about the poetry Nursey spills or the way his hands linger.

(Fuck does Nursey hate Nursey Patrol, fuck does he hate how much he loves it.)

Nursey downs the rest of the champagne flute--which was probably mostly orange juice at this point anyway-- and hands the red Solo cup to a freshman gearing himself up to talk to a cute boy a few feet away and then Nursey gets the fuck out of dodge. He manages to get a better look at the corporate recruiter Amanda is cheating on Dex with (and really, if you’re going to cheat on Dex, you’re really going to pick a chick in a blouse that probably has opinions on the stock market???) and if he hadn’t been sure before, the distinctive tattoo on Amanda’s shoulder proves that it’s really her.

(“Tattoos? Tattoos? I have tattoos.” “I know you do, Nurse.” “They’re really nice tattoos.” “I know they are, Nurse.”)

Emerging from the basement and then the frat house itself is instantly sobering. The chill from winter hasn’t quite left the air at night and Nursey wraps his arms around himself and doesn’t think about how Dex chirped him about not wearing a coat before he’d left. The frat isn’t far away from the Haus, thank god, but it is slightly farther when he turns left instead of right and then has to a backtrack a bit, but he still gets back in under ten minutes and he can still feel his hands, so overall, a win.

Attempting to get into the Haus quietly is a lost cause, given its one thousand year old floor and the fact that a ladybug could fart in the kitchen and wake up the guys in the attic. Still, Nursey gives it the good college try, which is why he’s creeping ridiculously through the living room when the light turns on suddenly and he screams, much to the amusement of Dex, standing in the kitchen doorway.

“Fuck, dude, what the fuck.”

Dex just smirks in that horribly attractive way of his. “How was the Psi-U basement?”

Nursey thinks of blue hair, washed out in the lights, Amanda’s hand on that girl’s cheek, the way Dex smiles when he’s around her. “Fine,” Nursey says, swaying.

The amusement falters and Nursey wishes he could figure out a way to keep the smile on Dex’s face the way Amanda does. Dex takes a step closer. “Are you alright?”

Nursey shakes his head violently and takes a step back, a step farther away. This is the part where he says yes, yes of course Dexy-darling, I’m right as rain, what about you? This is the part where Dex rolls his eyes and loops his arm around Nursey’s waist, his warm side pressed into Nursey’s. The part where they go upstairs, where Nursey writes his best poetry that he’s too embarrassed to write down when he’s sober, where Dex tells him to sleep well and lingers outside the doorway long enough for Nursey’s breathing to slow and then the floor creaks and Nursey knows he’s gone and wishes he’d held on just a little bit longer--

“Nursey, what’s wrong?”

Nursey shakes his head again. He means to say nothing, he means to say, I’m going to bed, he means to-- “Amanda, she--”

The concern turns to alarm. Why can’t Nursey ever make it better? “Is she alright? Did you see her? Is she okay?”

Nursey shakes his head again. He can’t seem to stop doing that. “She’s fine, she--she--” He swallows, and it’s sticky, cloying, citrusy and sweet on the back of his tongue. “She--there was this girl, she-- Amanda, she--”

Dex won’t stop frowning, concern knitting his eyebrows together with three short wrinkles, and Nursey has wanted to smooth them out with his fingertips every time he sees them since sophomore year, and he shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be telling Dex this while he’s drunk, shouldn’t be telling Dex this at all, but he’s Nursey’s friend first and Nursey has to believe he’d tell Dex regardless of the love thing, he must--

“She was kissing some girl. In the Psi-U basement.”

The wrinkles smooth out. The amusement returns. Nursey--he can’t make sense of it over the ringing in his ears. Why is Dex smiling? Did--did Nursey do that?

“Did she look like a lawyer?” he asks, and at Nursey’s confusion clarifies, “The girl Amanda was kissing. Did she look like a lawyer?” Nursey nods dumbly. Dex’s smile only grows. Nursey is so, so confused and also more in love than he’s ever been. “Finally. I just won fifty bucks.”

What the fuck. “What the fuck.”

Dex laughs--laughs. “The girl’s name is Tammy. She graduated last year and moved to Boston. Amanda’s been in love with her forever, and I bet her that she’d get with Tammy before I--” Flush appears high on Dex’s cheeks, the soft pink one that means embarrassment and Nursey imagines would taste like cherry pie against his lips.

Nursey is--still quite a bit drunk. He needs--clarification. “You--you bet your girlfriend that she would get with her friend at a frat party?”

Dex’s nose scrunches up in Nursey’s favorite way--the same way it does when he’s trying to write humanities essays, the reason Nursey always says yes when Dex asks for help. “Girlfriend? Did you think Amanda was my girlfriend?”

Nursey remembers the start, hearing about Amanda every other day, then every day, then it was, sorry I can’t come, I’m meeting Amanda at-- and then one day at Annie’s, a girl with blue hair and a sharp grin yelled Babe! from across the room and planted a kiss on Dex’s cheek, her hand lingering on his shoulder, sipping from his coffee cup, getting him to smile like that--

“Well, yeah.” Nursey’s head is spinning and, for the first time tonight, not from the gin. “Is she--is she not?”

“Oh God, no, she’s so fucking gay, dude.” Laughter twinkles in Dex’s eyes. Nursey is drunker than he’s been since freshmen year of high school when Shitty snuck in some of his dad’s hard liquor and the janitors found them on the roof singing Disney songs at the moon. Dex’s girlfriend is gay. Dex’s girlfriend isn’t his girlfriend. Dex is--is smiling at him like he smiles at his girlfriend who isn’t his girlfriend.

“Oh,” Nursey says, dazed, “chill.”

“Oh wow,” Dex grins, leaning into the doorframe, “I can’t believe you thought--and you thought telling me my girlfriend was cheating on me at 3am while shit-drunk was a good idea?”

Nursey says, “Hey, honesty is important, and I’m not--” He stops. He remembers something. He squints. “Wait. If you bet 50 bucks on Amanda getting with Tammy, who did Amanda bet you would get with?”

The cherry pie blush is back. Nursey takes an absent-minded step forward. The room feels so much lighter now that Dex’s girlfriend isn’t cheating on him. The distance between them feels so much sillier now that Dex doesn’t have a girlfriend.

“Ah, well.” Dex rubs at the back of his neck, all country bumpkin sheepish to ask his sweetheart to the dance, and--and--

“I’m the sweetheart,” Nursey realizes with the kind of crystal clarity only afforded by the most copious amounts of alcohol.

Dex’s eyebrows furrow, those sweet little wrinkles appearing between them, and Nursey takes two long strides forward and presses his thumb into them. Dex goes cross-eyed trying to watch, but moves his eyes to meet Nursey’s after a moment.

Nursey grins, likely a bit sloppy from the gin, but he can’t find it in himself to care at the moment. “I’m the sweetheart,” he repeats, beaming.

Dex tries to repress the smile at his lips. “You’re not a sweetheart.”

“Yes I am,” Nursey sings, listing forwards. “You like me.”

“You’re an asshole.” Dex’s smile grows. Nursey watches its progress and sways.

“They’re not mutually exclusive,” he says, tracking the pink lips as they spread, revealing teeth and--and tongue and--

“I hate that you can still say mutually exclusive when you’re this drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm. See, I’ll prove it.”

“How do you plan on--”

If Dex’s mouth weren’t so preoccupied, he might say that the taste on Nursey’s tongue is a good indication that he is in fact fairly tipsy, but as it is--well. He’s got other things to do.

(Amanda asserts that they tied since it happened on the same night and only pays $25. Tammy throws in five more and a condom and they call it even. Nursey kisses away Dex’s protest and pockets the condom, much to Amanda’s amusement. Turns out, she’s even cooler when she isn’t dating the love of Nursey’s life.)

[shyvioletcat]

Rudely Interrupted

It Takes Two managed to get 20 000 hits on Ao3 and I wrote this little thing to celebrate because I was just so excited! (I also bought myself some delicious cookies) Thanks for reading everyone!

Ps. This is set just after the beach trip with the other couples.

PPS running into some tagging issues bar with me

~ It Takes Two Masterlist ~

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It was not surprising at all how they found themselves in the current situation, all things considered. Aelin had taken the first shower, Rowan heading straight in after once she had appeared in their bedroom in her towel. He’d given her a look, but all she had done was given him a playful shove out the door. They were at home together today so Aelin didn’t bother to put on much more than one of Rowan’s t-shirts. By the time Rowan had finished his shower Aelin was in the kitchen eating the last of her toast. Then her boyfriend had waltzed right in, looking devastatingly handsome with his damp hair and bare chest, his athletic shorts sitting low on his hips. He’d come up behind her and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck, letting Aelin lean back into his chest. She’d closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh scent of his body wash. It was a scent she had become obsessed with the past few months, a weird pregnancy thing according to Rowan’s book.

And his scent and warmth and steady hands was all it took for her to turn around and kiss him.

It didn’t take long for Rowan to lift her up onto the counter to more easily kiss her senseless, it took Aelin even less time to slide his shorts off his hips–Rowan kicking them away with a soft chuckle before kissing her again. His hands were firm on her thighs, pulling her just that little bit closer as best he could with her stomach in the way.

What was surprising was the lock on the front door unlocking and then the door opening, something completely unexpected for the two of them. For one stuttering heartbeat they looked at each other with wide eyes–then they were moving. Rowan helped Aelin ease off the counter, making sure she was steady before frantically looking around for his pants. Ever the gentleman, he now didn’t have time for that as the footsteps came closer. All he had time to do was drop to the floor as their guest finally came into view, Rowan’s head smacking soundly on the cupboard.

“Hey, cuz,” Aedion said, hands in his pockets. “How are you this lovely morning?”

Truthfully, Aelin was still trying to catch her breath from their previous activities, she knew her face would still be flushed from the heavy makeout session. But she tried.

“It’s great. Good.” Aelin kept in her cringe at her own words. “What brings you here?”

Because she may or may not be quite annoyed at the intrusion, but was trying her hardest not to show it.

“Just came by to grab something,” Aedion explained. “Is Rowan around?”

Aelin nearly choked and couldn’t help the quick glance at the floor where Rowan sat, knees up and looking downright horrified.

“He’s ah– around here somewhere,” Aelin managed to get out. “Why?”

“He said I could borrow the book.”

Oh. The book.

“Um, yeah. I… Rowan knows where it is.” This time Aelin couldn’t stop the face she made at her own incompetence. She should offer to get it, but she was not keen on showing exactly how little she was wearing. Granted, it was a lot more than Rowan was wearing at this current moment.

“You okay?” Aedion asked, no doubt picking up on her weird vibe.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, leaning a little bit closer to the counter.

Aedion looked sceptical. “So, Rowan is around, yeah?”

“Yes,” Aelin tried to say confidently. Then the idea struck her. “Bathroom, he’ll be out in a minute.”

There was the softest snort from next to her and she resisted the urge to glare at her boyfriend. Yeah, it was a flawed plan. She just needed Aedion to go towards the door again.

“Hey, um.” Aelin cursed herself, she needed to pull this together. “Did you lock your car? There’s been some issues with thefts from the cars in the carpark.”

“I parked on the street and most definitely did,” Aedion said with all the confidence Aelin wished she had. “While I wait, can I grab a drink of water?”

“No!” The reply was far too quick and the look that Aedion gave her just proved it all the more.

Aedion’s eyebrows furrowed as he asked, “Why?”

Aelin didn’t have a good answer, she was too busy thinking of something to do that she didn’t exactly notice Aedion stepping around the counter. But her mind managed to catch up but not quick enough.

“I would stay there if I were you.”

Aedion scoffed. “Why would I–”

There was a ghastly moment of silence as Aedion saw everything: Aelin wearing Rowan’s shirt, Rowan sitting there in the corner of the cabinetry with his shorts bundled in his lap. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing as Rowan gave her cousin a small wave.

Then Aedion slapped a hand over his eyes, his hip catching the corner of the counter in his rush to get out of the kitchen making him grunt in pain.

“Gods! Aelin!” Aedion exclaimed as he reached the empty space between the living area and kitchen.

“Don’t Aelin me. I tried to warn you,” Aelin said with a shrug. “And hey, at least I’m not the nearly naked one. Lucky you.”

“Really?” Her cousin was not happy.

Aelin shrugged again, feeling braver now that had the safety of the counter again and the cat was well and truly out of the bag. “I don’t know what you want me to do here. Rowan can go and–”

“Nope, nope, he can stay right there thanks.” Aedion was looking at the floor like he wanted it to open and swallow him up. “I’ll go.”

Aedion didn’t spare her a glance as he walked past the kitchen towards the door.

Aelin lent over the counter the best she could to call out to Aedion. “Did you want that book?”

“No. Just tell Rowan to bring it to work,” Aedin said without looking back.

Aelin laughed. “He’s right–”

“I know!” Aedion all but bellowed as he slammed the door behind himself.

The slamming door echoed around the apartment, then it was followed by Aelin laughing.

“It’s not funny,” Rowan said from his hiding spot.

“Oh, yes it was.” Aelin’s voice was shaking.

He stood finally, shorts in his hand. “If I could have crawled into one of the drawers and died I would have.”

Aelin laughed again, resting her hand on his chest, fingers rapping on his skin. “And you two had made such progress since the beach trip.”

Rowan’s hand rubbed at her shoulders as he finally laughed, kissing Aelin on her forehead. “Thanks for trying though. Commendable effort, although entirely not smooth at all.”

“Anything for you, my love.” Aelin shifted to the side slightly, so she could lean her chin on his chest as she looked up at him and grinned. “So, what do you say we carry on from where we left off before we were so rudely interrupted?”

Without anymore prompting Rowan’s hands began wandering as he grinned right back. “Anything for you, my love.”

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I thought this up a little too late and it didn't really fit in any of the remaining chapters, so it'd a fun deleted scene. Also it is qyute kate so I hope it makes sense. Thanks again for all your support guys. mwah!

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[wizkiddx]

in your own way

so someone sent me this idea and I thought it was really cute and wanted to do it as a blurb but then I got all confused so it’s very shite and I can only apologise. also I am not no genius so pretending to be one was literally just putting words together they make no sense ahaha

Summary: tom gets self conscious of his intelligence compared to you

        (bit of angst but mainly fluff ;))

tomhollandxreader

The doorbell ringing through the couch grabbed the attention of all five of you, your heads all whipping towards the door the round to each other. You’d already got the pizza (had demolished it too) and nobody had ordered any desserts - at least that you knew of. It had been a rather tame evening, your four uni mates all stuffed into you cosy but homely studio flat. Lix had just moved to London and had wanted some help with a new project that she couldn’t afford to cock up at her new job. So, assembling the ‘dream team’ back from simpler days, you were all crouched down over many print outs - trying to puzzle your way through how the plans could be redesigned to make the invention much more ergonomic. 

“Don’t stop working!” The four around you all just groaned in return, Josh lightheartedly slapping your leg as you skipped over him.  Laughing at their exhausted and almost beaten brains , you jumped up and hopped toward the door frame, picking a discarded pizza box off up the floor and onto the countertop on your way.  As you reached the door you tightened your hair in the scrunch before painting a welcoming smile on your face and opening the door. Whatever you had been expecting, it was definitely not what you saw. 

Warm brown ochre eyes, a mischievous grin and a bunch of beautifully arrange yellow and white flowers.

“TOM!”

Squealing his names, your body apparently decided to ignore the flowers he was grasping to his front, still choosing to throw your arms around his neck and pull him close - the precious petals squashed between your two bodies. 

“God I’ve missed you!” He grinned into the side of your head, only stopping to press multiple kisses to the side of your face till you arched back and met him with your own lips. 

“Thought we were meeting tomorrow? You asked against his lips, with a little smirk - you could have a pretty good guess as to why. He had just returned from a long shoot abroad and had planned on spending the evening with his parents and brothers, then in the morning the idea was for you to go get breakfast together. You would never dream of competing for his affection against his family, so had been more than happy to give them a day with their eldest back before you saw Tom. It was still early days in your relationship anyway, you actually only been a couple and in the same country for a matter of weeks, but of course the time he was away you made time for the long distance phone calls and FaceTimes. 

“Mhmm well I just kept imagining you in a cold lonely bed and it’s not like I’m gonna let them all hop into my bed for quality time is it?”

“Well you are close!” Giggling back, Tom playfully gasped before releasing his one arm from round your waist - both of you chuckling at the crumpled flowers. You stepped aside to let him in, in all the excitement forgetting you weren’t alone until you turned around and were met with four pairs of beady eyes staring at you. Because yes perhaps it had slipped your mind to mention to them you had a boyfriend of six months, especially forgetting to tell Josh - who you had a complicated history with to say the least.

Cursing under your breath, you watched Tom freeze up, clearly shocked by the fact you had company too. He hadn’t met many of your friends, purely because you and him were still on the downlown. Not that that particularly mattered with these 4, you were more than certain they would have no idea who he was - as Lix had said before ‘superhero movies are just stupid peoples version of research papers. Innovative and exciting, except papers don’t require the variables to beat each other up to keep their audience entertained.” 

So tom’s reputation wasn’t the issue in this situation…. Instead your ex boyfriend meeting his replacement. Josh could be cruel too when he was jealous, even if it had been a year and a half since you’d called your brief relationship quits, it was evident he still wasn’t completely over you either. The amount of drunken calls asking for a hookup was evidence of that. 

You’d been almost transparent with Tom, he knew this name ‘josh’ was your ex, he was aware you were still friends and hang out. He didn’t know about the 3am booty calls but that was just to protect everyone, no other hidden agenda. He’d always regret it in the morning and beg for your forgiveness so it appeared very much to be a subconscious thought only copious amounts of alcohol could release.

“Sorry I didn’t know you had-“

“No no” You interrupted Tom, grabbing the flowers and placing them on the counter, ontop of the pizza boxes, before reaching out and squeezing his hand reassuringly. “It’s okay, let me introduce you guys.”

Following that preceded an awkward taking turns of hand shakes and small talk, though you were acutely aware of Tom’s tightening grip round your waist when the blue eyes boy introduced himself as ‘Josh’ - and in fact every time he spoke thereafter. 

The small talk was nice enough, the group of you all resumed your positions on the floor with Tom now squiggled between you and you painfully awkward ex flatmate Will. In fact it was all going oh so well till Lix opened her big bloody mouth. 

“So Tom, what do you do?” 

He immediately tensed against your side, you saw his eyes widening with shock. Instantly reading him, you realised Tom was shocked by the fact they didnt know. 

And he was! He assumed they hadn’t mentioned it purely out of respect, not wanting to make the situation awkward. They were, as you’d summarised to Tom before, nerds. As you were - no nerd shaming here. But this type of people were normally primed marvel superfans, or at least had some sort of awareness- so he was surprised to say the least. 

“Oh uh I…. I’m an actor”

“Oh really?” Josh’s eyes widened and he smirked. You knew , you knew what was coming. “So you convinced Y/n that drama’s a good thing? She used to absolutely hate everything when we had to do it at college.”

“I hated drama classes, that doesn’t mean I hate the whole entertainment industry dickhead!” You tried to joke, tried to lighten the mood. 

“Uh well she’s supportive of my stuff and I’m supportive of hers it doesn’t mean I have to like neuroscience either.”

“Neurobiologist. You’re a neurobiologist right Y/n?” For fuck sake. Will had no intention behind it at all. He was just oblivious to people and was so upfront at times it was painful, even if underneath it all he was the sweetest person you’d ever met. Watching Tom out the corner of your eye swallow thickly as he tried to compose himself you quickly worked to diffuse the situation. 

“Yeh but it’s kind of the same thing isn’t it? I say either or a lot!” Josh took a swig of his half drunk beer before nodding at Tom.

“Acting though… it’s impressive. I definitely wouldn’t be able to persevere through all the rejection though, seems cut throat to try and make it in.” There Josh goes. Tom shifted, his hand dropping from you side and his eyes fixed on the beer bottle you’d given to him as he smirked. 

“Yeh well the rejections hard when I was younger but I get that less now. Now I get to reject the parts I don’t like which makes it all so worth it.”

Josh’s face morphed just slightly in pain, as the penny somewhat dropped. Apparently Tom wasn’t the aspiring actor working 3 jobs between failed audition as he had assumed. Just as you were getting bloody desperate, a literal light went off in your head, shooting your back straight as you rifled through the haphazardly spread papers in front of you -  the groups focus now away from the obvious tension between Tom and Josh. 

“Y/n what do you need?” Lix asked slowly realising you might’ve just found the answer and not wanting to disturb the thought process. After asking for a pen and triumphantly ‘ah’-ing when you found the right plan you looked up with glee evident in your eyes first to Lix, then Will, then Sophie, then Josh. 

“We’ve been missing the whole point the whole bloody time. Look!” You jabbed your pen at an intricate diagram “It’s so bulky because we’ve been going on this assumption we need a battery and recharging ports but if we take that component out-“

“Then you just need a transformer for there” Will joined in with a sparkle in his eyes, him being the first to click where you were going with this.

“Exactly! And then size is no longer an issue and by placing an external detachable unit-“

“Y/N YOU GENIUS” “fuck that’s good” Lix exclaimed an dsimultaneously Josh much more inwardly praised your ingenious. 

“We got it!” Laughing back, you encouraged all of them to join in with, noting down all the necessary inputs and outputs and components necessary to form a vague redesign. 

Though it felt no time at all, the 5 of you consumed in mumbling through thought processes and logic of trying to actualise your theory, in reality it was almost 45 minutes before Lix leaned back with a relieved sigh. Announcing that you’d saved the day, she called time on the night, relieved that she could sleep worry free that night. You made light work between all of you of clearing her stuff up and saying goodbye to all of them with brief hugs. In all honesty, you were so in the zone you’d completely forgotten about Tom, who you were only alerted to when Lix went over to the kitchen to say bye as well. He’d obviously been there for sometime, clearing up all the greasy plates and pizza boxes, the flowers now sat in a vase in their full glory - or at least what was left of them after the crush injury. 

This wave of insurmountable guilt washed over you, realising he’d come here after only spending a couple of hours with his family after a long haul flight home to fall asleep with you in his arms. Instead, he’d faced your rude ex, been ignored for the majority of the time he was here and he’d done the washing up. You fucked up. 

Choosing till you’d finally ushered Will and Josh out, promising Will you would go and see their new shared flat soon, you closed the door slowly - knowing this wasn’t going to be simple. 

You walked up and leant against the kitchen counter, watching him place the last two mugs in the top drawer of the dishwasher before pushing it closed and then closing the appliance door too. 

“Thankyou for doing all this. You really didn’t have to.” He didn’t make eye contact, moving about the kitchen to wash his hands in the sink opposite. “And I’m really sorry I-I was gonna usher them out but the I worked it out and kind of got overexcited.”

“Mhmm … for an hour?” It was a rhetorical question and although he said it very quietly you knew he was demanding an answer. 

“I know I know I’m a shitty girlfriend, I should’ve sent them away as soon as you got here. I am so so so sorry.” That statement was left in silence for a few, painful moments.

“I was the one who showed up here. Don’t worry about it.” It was muttered and god only know you were still very worried about it. 

“No Tom I was a dickhead you have a right to be ang-“

“It doesn’t matter!” If it didnt matter, why the hell was was he answering so grumpily.Turning back around to you with a sigh, he spoke with shoulders slumped. “Look… lets just go to sleep yeh? I’ve had a long ass day.

He wasn’t in the mood to talk, you weren’t about the force him too - so with a small nod you half heartedly agreed. You knew you would have to address it at some point, but apparently now wasn’t the right time. 

So without much more conversation the two of you got ready for bed, even if the atmosphere felt jilted and cold. It was rehearsed, this wasn’t not the first time he’d stayed over so like a rehearsed scene the two of you got ready and then wormed your way underneath the sheets. You waited for him to make the first move, which of course he did. Pulling you into his bare chest which you happily obliged to, your leg wrapping round his as you nuzzled into his chest. Both softly whispering ‘goodnight’ your eyes closed as you tried to sleep.

Except it didnt work and wasn’t going to. Mainly because Tom’s heartbeat was thundering right under your ear. So you were hardly surprised when he whispered in the quiet. 

“Do we work?”

“What?” You arched up, a hand on his chest as your head hovered over his - your eyes burning into his in the dim light of the street lights. He sighed heavily, shaking his head and trying to avoid your gaze.

“I just- we have so little in common” 

“That’s not true.”

“It is. I have no idea about even what you do! Seeing you with all of them tonight… you were enjoying talking about stuff I could never ever understand!”

“I don’t have a clue about scene direction or physical acting does that make you dislike me?”

“No course not!” He argued huffily, making you sit up in frustration and reach over to turn the bedside light on.

“Then will you please explain what is going on?”

“Just… just look I know intelligence is attractive and-and well you are and I’m not.” 

That physically hurt you hearing him be so self conscious in front of. Clearly, you had made him feel like pure shit this evening and that guilt would surely eat you up later - but right now the focus was purely on making him feel assured of his own mind-blowing talents. 

“Tom…it’s not intelligence that’s attractive! You know…” You sighed, how the hell were you going to explain to him how much you LOVED HIM.liked him, you hadn’t said that yet. “You know when you’re reading a script that’s good your mouth move along as if your living and breathing every single word. And you completely are oblivious to anything around Tom, I always thought if someone crashed into the house you wouldn’t notice cos your so into it. And then when your finally finished with it, no matter what time of the day or night, you’lll be like this excited puppy running in to tell me all about it. Or-or when you’ve visited a children’s hospital and you phone me bouncing off the walls, full of stories of how these kids inspire you….” Trailing off, you looked intently between both of his two brown eyes. “Thats passion right? And ambition?” He nodded minutely. “Thats what’s so bloody attractive. For all I care, you could be a supermarket shelf restocker if that’s what your passionate about and you would still be the most incredible person to me. I love your passion you idiot, I don’t care if you don’t know stupid facts about astrophysics or where in the brain control movement of your big toe! In your own way your so bloody clever and I love you because of you and your passion you idiot.” 

“Seriously?” You nodded profusely at his whisper, now cupping both hands round his cheeks. “You seriously think…. I’m like a puppy?”

There was your boyfriend again, grinning from ear to ear as you giggled at him.

“Yes you most definitely are.” He gasped in fake shock, before pulling you closer and pressing his lips against yours. Now straddled over his body with the duvet weighing down on your back as you tasted the minty toothpaste still fresh on his lips. After a short while you once again settled back down on his chest, feeling much more warm than mere moments ago, and confident that Tom was reassured and happy once again. 

The silence lasted long enough for you to be slowly drifting off before a deep rumble had you blinking your eyes open, eyelashes dragging against his shoulder as you tried to focus on his voice.

“By the way…” Tom dragged it out, making you hum in encouragement as you listened to his slightly hoarse and sleepy sounding voice “in your big soliloquy just then… you said you love me?” You froze, desperately trying to claw a good answer or cover up. Completely failing, you went for the next best and oddly relevant statement. 

“I don’t know what solliquarity means because its an actory word so I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Solliliquy darling… but for the record, and I hope you understand this… I love you too.”

[bunnyywritings]

 foolish yearning

ushijima wakatoshi x reader (feat. tendo...obviously)

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 - 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 - 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

[a/n: here’s part 1 of my new series...I feel like this is really long but uhh yeah here you go :) enjoy!! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

“Come on Wakatoshi~! Come with us!” Tendo was basically whining like a child, tugging at his jacket sleeve.

“Dorm curfew was 4-hours ago. (Y/n) shouldn’t even be in our dorm either.”

“Wow, ouch Toshi. I feel the love.” You playfully pouted, hand over your chest in mock offense.

“Live a little Wakatoshi-kun~ Make some memories that aren’t on the volleyball court.” He smiled teasingly at him.

“Please Toshiii~ It’s not like you were planning to go to sleep anytime soon, were you?” You smirked, knowing that he was just as much as a night owl as you and Tendo.

He looked at you, pensive eyes meeting your own. You decided to turn on the charm and pouted, batting your lashes at him. “Alright, fine. I’ll go.” You let out a small victory shout before as Wakatoshi got up to change into some more comfortable clothing.

Tendou smirked, he knew he could count on you to convince that big lug to agree to your guys’ ridiculous antics. His smirk turned into more of a sad smile once he caught where your eyesight was. You were looking at his friend longingly. He was rather surprised when you approached him the summer right before your guys’ third year started.

It was 3am when you called him, both of you deciding to take a drive. Tendo had finally gotten a car and he wanted to put it to good use. He picked you up, watching with wicked amusement as he witnessed you ungracefully climb out of your room window.

“So are we finally talk about what I think we’re gonna talk about?” He side eyed you, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

“W-What? Well that d-depends on what you think we’re talking about?” You bit your lip nervously as he pulled his car up to the drive through window.

“Well I may have an idea.” He held his hand out, you placing your card in his waiting palm. “I’m not called the Guess Monster for nothing, (y/n)-chan~” He handed the very tired looking employee the card before getting it back and handing it to you.

Your heart started beating faster, admitting to yourself that he probably was very well aware of what you were feeling. Once the bags and drinks were in the care, he sped into the empty parking lot of the shopping center.

“So what do you think we’re gonna talk about?” You asked, popping a couple of fries in your mouth.

“Your feelings for our dear Wakatoshi-kun~”

“...”

“Ugh! Of course you know!” You groaned, slumping back against the seat.

“Well you’re not very good at hiding it.” He shrugged, taking a sip of his coke.

“Wha- It was obvious?!” You had a furious blush burning at your cheeks.

“Mhmm, lucky for you that Wakatoshi isn’t very good at picking that stuff up.” He reached into the bag and grabbed a burger, unwrapping it and handing the greasy thing to you.

“I guess you’re right...” He unwrapped his own burger and took a bite, watching you worriedly as you stared out the window, taking a small bite of your food.

Back in his home, Ushijima had gotten up to get some water. On his way to the kitchen, he sneezed twice, his brows furrowing the slightest bit before getting his drink of water and going back to bed, hoping he wasn’t getting sick.

“There’s something else, right? Something that’s bothering you...” You had always appreciated that Tendo could read the room and be totally serious when situations like this occurred. There was an oddly calm silence in the car as he waited patiently for you to process your thoughts.

“I- well...” you sighed. “He doesn’t feel the same.”

“You confessed and I MISSED IT!?”

“What? Tendo no! I d-did not confess, I just have a feeling.” You glared at him.

“(Y/n). Last time you had a feeling, you fell face first into-”

“GAh! Tendo no! We promised to not talk about that anymore!”

“Right, sorry. But seriously? That’s all you’re going off of?”

“Yes? I mean, I think he just sees me as one of you guys. It doesn’t really help that I can never tell what his type is. He never breaks his neck trying to get a good look at someone or never says much when someone flirts with him.” You shrugged sadly.

He hated seeing you so upset but he really didn’t have an answer for you. He had tried, so many times, to try and see if the ace had feelings for you but he never got a solid answer out of Ushijima. Just a frown and a tilt of the head and a, ‘of course I like (y/n), she’s a very good friend of ours.’

Back to the present, he hated that he still didn’t have any good answers for you. Just another shrug or noncommittal statement passing his lips. You got up and brushed off your sweats.

“Hey Ten, can I borrow a sweater or something? I don’t feel like going back to my dorm.”

“You can borrow one of mine, they’re in that top drawer.” Tendo was stunned as he tried to make sense of what just happened.

Wakatoshi had not even let him open his mouth, he quickly realised why as he saw his friends eyes soften as you dug through his drawer and pulled on a hoodie. It was definitely way too big for you, but that made it all the better.

“Thanks Toshi!” There was a strange ache in his chest as you sat next to Tendo, his arm instantly pulling you into his side.

He had figured out his feelings for you sometime before school year started but had refrained from saying anything because he thought you and Tendo had a thing going on. You two were always close. You had slept over in their dorm room often, you cuddled up beside his red haired friend while watching anime or something on your laptop.

Don’t get him wrong, you were very affectionate with him too but he never really reciprocated. Sure, he’d throw an arm around you when you hugged him but that was really it. You had never been able to gauge whether he was uncomfortable with physical touch, his lack luster hugs made it seem that he didn’t but he secretly longed to have you cuddled into his side, or to have you sleep on his shoulder on the club bus but he’d never betray his friend...even when he didn’t really know if the two of you were together or not.

“Toshi?” Your voice had broken him out of his trance. “You ready to go?”

His quiet nod was all you needed to race to the door and fling it open, both boys following behind you. Stopping when you abruptly turned around, mischievous glint in your eyes.

“You think Goshiki is awake? I think he’d actually pass out if we invited him to hang out with us.” You quietly snickered.

“Ugh no! As much as I think it’d be funny, I can’t deal with that kid right now. We didn’t even invite Semi to hang out, so just us three.” Tendo rolled his eyes and turned you around, gently pushing you to the exit.

“Why would Goshiki pass out?” Ushijima thought aloud.

“Are you kidding me? He practically worships the ground we walk on. Especially you, Wakatoshi.” It was quiet on the way to the car, the three of you sneakily made your way to the parking lot.

“So what were we thinking? Ramen, pizza, burgers? All three?”

“Bold of you to assume that I wouldn’t actually get all three.” Tendo side eyed you.

“I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised since that bottomless pit of yours never seems to be satisfied.” You playfully smacked his tummy with your hand. Ushijima watched the interaction with slight disdain, his chest tightening painfully. 

Tendo picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, beginning to tickle your sides.

“TEN! TEN STOP! WE’LL GET CAUGHT!” The delighted giggles that left you made his cheeks pink.

“Say sorry (y/n)-chan~”

“Ahh I’m sorry!” His fingers glided against your sides even more relentlessly. “PLEASE! I’M SORRY!” When you were back on the ground, you gripped Tendo’s shoulders as you tried to catch your breath. The both of you had grins on your faces. He watched the soft way his friend looked into your eyes.

For what it’s worth, the two of you made a cute couple.

Once you guys had driven back to the school, it was 3am. You had decided to stay the night in their dorm, with their permission of course. But it was different this time.

Ushijima had decided to take a quick shower, he had expected to find you and Tendo asleep in each other’s arms so he was surprised when he re-entered the room and saw you curled up in his bed already asleep and Tendo was trying to stick something in your nose, his phone recording the whole time.

“What are you doing?” He asked as he dried his hair.

“Jeez Wakatoshi, you scared me.” Tendo flinched, standing up and turning off his phone. “I got bored and I needed to pee so...” and with that he walked passed and to the bathroom.

“Now how am I supposed to-?” Ushijima wondered aloud as he draped his damp towel over the desk chair. He slowly approached and sat onto the edge of the bed while slowly starting to slide onto it so he could sleep. He froze when you moved and turned towards him, eyes still closed. You threw your arm over his stomach and nuzzled into his side.

“Hmm you’re so warm Toshi~” You cooed sleepily.

His heart skipped a beat as he felt your body flush against his. Wanting you to be comfortable, he wrapped an arm around you and let your hair out of its loose ponytail, letting the hair tie expand over his wrist as he massaged your scalp and enjoyed the way you were practically purring. He remembered how much you liked it when you had your hair played with. He had seen Tendo do it countless times but had never done it himself. He found himself quickly falling asleep, a barely visible but content smile on his lips.

Tendo peeked around the corner with a smirk, taking his phone out and snapping a few pictures. He was definitely gonna tease you in the morning.

[caws5749]

Hi lovely🥰 so I'm 5'5, mexican (I'm always cursing in spanish lol), kinda chubby with redish hair and hazel eyes, I'm a lil bit accident prone like nothing too serious but I'm always falling or somethimes I burn myself in the kitchen that kind of thing; I like to think that I'm a good friend, I like to take care of people and I'm always trying to help others but boy don't get me mad bc I turn into a bitch. So about the prompt I was thinking 48. “Sometimes you just gotta do something dramatic.”

Hello baby! :) I’m so sorry that I didn’t get this out yesterday. (I totally fell asleep with my laptop in front of me). I hope this is okay!

((Also it’s 1am??? And I’m planning on writing several things tonight?? Am I okay?????????? Also omg that new bw trailer though))

Prompt: Sometimes you just gotta do something dramatic.”

Natasha was coming home from a month-long mission, and you were determined to make her homecoming a special one. She deserved the world, and you wanted to make that known to her. 

You had decided that the perfect way to show Nat how special she was involved baking a cake. You weren’t exactly sure how you’d gotten the idea, but it was around 1am when that’s when you decided it, so, you were fairly tired. 

At around 2, you figured you should actually start baking. Though you probably should have started sooner, at least no one else would be in the compound kitchen making something. Or so you thought. 

“What are you doing?” Steve asked amusedly as you shuffled in, wearing fuzzy pajamas and muffling a yawn into your sweater. 

“Baking Nat a cake,” you answered, as though it made perfect sense to be doing so at 2am. 

Steve didn’t question you, instead shaking his head a bit with a knowing smile. 

“What are you doing up?” you asked him. 

“Couldn’t sleep. Think I had coffee too late,” he chuckled. You nodded. What Avenger hadn’t been there before? 

At around 3am, Steve finally made his way to his room, bidding you a friendly goodnight and telling you not to stay up too late in his “captain” voice. 

At around 4am, you were exhausted. Which led to accidentally placing your fingers in the wrong spot, leading to a burnt finger. 

“Ow!” you gasped in pain as the heat hit you. You ran your finger under the cold water. 

“What happened?” you heard a feminine voice ask slowly. Natasha, still in her mission suit and carrying her bag, looked around at the mess everywhere. 

“Nat!” you shouted, forgetting about your burnt finger as you ran around the island and jumped into her arms. She chuckled and held you for a moment, pressing long-awaited kisses all along your face. After she had set you down, she set her bag down and tilted her head. 

“What happened in here?” she repeated. 

“Sometimes, you just gotta do something dramatic,” you grinned. “I made you a cake, but it’s not frosted yet.” 

“I think you should let it cool for the rest of the night, and frost it tomorrow. And I’ll send in the bots to clean this up. Let’s go to bed. I’m exhausted, and so are you,” she said, watching as you yawned. 

“Okay,” you sighed. 

“Thank you for baking me a cake,” Natasha murmured. 

“Mhmm,” you answered, the exhaustion hitting you like a brick. Nat chuckled and picked up her bag, coming to wrap an arm around your waist and lead you to bed. 

[icarusatmidnight]

Novel Prep Tag!

I was tagged by @indecentpause to do this, so thank you! I get a bit distracted yesterday watching a certain music video and looking for pictures, hence why it’s a little late~ :D

Rules: Answer the questions and then tag as many writers as there are questions answered (or as many as you can) to spread the positivity! Even if these questions are not explicitly brought up in the novel, they are still good to keep in mind when writing.

1. Describe your novel in 1-2 sentences (elevator pitch)

Three twentysomething year old insomniacs attend an informal late night support group to deal with their magical trauma, or maybe become gods? The wording is pretty unclear.

2. How long do you plan for your novel to be? (Is it a novella, single book, book series, etc.)

I'm still not honestly sure. When I think about it, I always personally break it into Act 1, Act 2, Act 3 but I'm still not sure if those will be just acts with a single book or something more. o:

3. What is your novel’s aesthetic?

Modern magic, mundane magic, runes and signals littered as graffiti in subways, redcap blood drives on the weekend in the park, friendships are rad, failure as a positive, that good old city night life, curling up in diner booths at 3am because why the heck not, found families and getting better

4. What other stories inspire your novel?

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater, definitely! I had this hazy vibe and the character for Icarus before reading those books but seeing how ...matter of fact and mundane magic was described in the books just clicked something in my head. I ended up tossing out the old half-plot it had, and by the end of month, I had this new one and much much happier with it. :D

Also, the Serenity Rose comic book series. I have a thing for near-god characters that still have really relatable issues and just want to live their mundane life. It's one of favorite ...tropes, I guess, and that series does it great. It also deals with growing past your trauma (working through your negativity, so to speak~) so, yeah! It's free online too and I'd highly recommend it. Fair warning though, second book is a fair bit bloody at times. 

5. Share 3+ images that give a feel for your novel

I will always love this gif and the whole scene in MIKA’s Make You Happy video (the whole video really) but the playful vibes of dipshit friends is like, Icarus’s core to me. ( ´͈ ◡ `͈ )

Also, just... a lot of Hydrae’s art especially her old Teen Wolf fanart (like the bottom left picture). Fun fact! I first created the concepts of Oleander and Daed when I was watching the first season of Teen Wolf, so seems pretty fitting I still draw inspiration from one of my favorite artists from that time. Her DnD art is amazing too! :D

MAIN CHARACTER

6. Who is your protagonist?

Oleander Thistle is the main-main protagonist~.

7. Who is their closest ally?

While he dearly loves Kingcup and Thyme, his closest ally is Daed and he will always be. They're known each other the longest at this point and Daed does have Oleander's best interest at heart and can look out for him without overstepping his boundaries either.

8. Who is their enemy?

I want to say Lund because it's Lund. But he doesn't really feature in the story outside of mentions and flashbacks, so it's probably easiest to say shitty societal stigmas and shitty coping mechanisms on a whole?? 

9. What do they want more than anything?

Oleander ...wants to know more about himself and his past especially how he survived losing his heart back when he was like six. He has some theories that make sense, but he's lacking some good hard facts about that. Not knowing actually causes him a fair amount of internal conflict that he can’t seem to rationalize away like he can with most other things.

10. Why can’t they have it?

The easiest to swallow answer is he simply lacks any way of knowing or finding out. Both of his parents are gone and Lund wouldn't know so unless someone has a time machine, his hands are pretty much tied.

The harder one is that Oleander is honestly terrified of finding out that he's not who or even what he thinks he is, so he doesn't try and lets his fears fester inside of him. Like, what even is he? Who can honestly survive having their heart ripped out of their chest still beating and live on without it being much of an issue? It's fucking weird. One of the ideas that refuses to leave him alone is that he's nothing more than a confused spirit possessing the corpse of a dead six year old, and what if that's true? He spent years trying to get his life back. What was all that for if he's even not himself?

11. What do they wrongly believe about themselves?

That he's not him, but that's less wrongly believed and more his worst fear, you know?? Wrongly believed is honestly more Kingcup and Thyme's areas, and that's part of why they like Oleander. The kid is pretty matter of fact and reasonable with his opinions especially about himself (or so it seems on the outside, and even then it’s the what ifs that drag him down). He's like their unflappable little rock! :D

Until, of course, he isn't. :’D

12. Draw your protagonist! (Or share a description)

I really love doodling Olly so thank you. ^o^! Fun fact, his natural hair is like a dark auburn brown. His original plan was to screw around with his hair for funsies for a bit while he was traveling with Daed, only for someone to tell him blonde was a really bad look for him one day in a grocery store. He’s spitefully kept it blonde ever since because fuck you too, lady.

PLOT POINTS

13. What is the internal conflict?

Outside of his ‘what am I’ conundrum which is his main internal conflict, he’s also figuring out how to better navigate the bitter raging sea of anger inside of him. He may want to know more about himself, but that doesn’t mean he’s completely a-okay with the years he spent under Lund’s control. The trauma is still real.

14. What is the external conflict?

They've all been burned and traumatized by magic, and instead of doing the more rational approach to healing like talk to a therapist, they ...do other things that are less helpful. There's also a massive social stigma to having been burned by magic so it's not like they actually have a lot of options at hand. :/ Starting Icarus is actually helpful in that regard because at the minimum, it builds a nice little support system.

15. What is the worst thing that could happen to your protagonist?

Oleander is screaming the worst already happened, what could be worse than his past?! But off the top of my head, losing his heart again would been such a devastation to him. Or, just giving up completely.

16. What secret will be revealed that changes the course of the story?

That's a good question. o:

17. Do you know how it ends?

There's plenty of bits and pieces that I know happen, but it's not absolute yet.

BITS AND BOBS

18. What is the theme?

Mistakes don’t have to define you. Recovery isn't a straight line, but it's possible. Found families are neat.

19. What is a reoccurring symbol?

We will see. I’m sure they’ll pop up at times. xD

20. Where is the story set? (Share a description)

Most of the story takes places in a small port city named Dead Leaves. Less of it takes place in the Inbetween and The Romneya Backwoods too, but Dead Leaves is the main spot. Like I said, it's smaller city but still thriving and lively. The Icarus verse has a slight solarpunky vibe to it so despite the name, it's very green with lots of parks and trees and plants. It's common to see ivy climbing up old buildings and rooftops to have their own little gardens. There's plenty to do with an ton of shops and venues and museums and old historical spots too. Its home to the ever famous Clove Archives that's a massive tourist spot for all to visit, and because of that, there's a few universities and colleges within the city too.

I definitely write it with Boston in mind too, so yes~ c:

21. Do you have any images or scenes in your mind already?

I'm a super visual person so, oh god yes! Do I ever! So many scenes! One of my favorites involves Kingcup punching a wall and Oleander throwing up a wall. :D

22. What excited you about this story?

I just really like these characters, this concepts and the story I have so far. It honestly feels me with joy when I doodle and write about them and it's one of the first stories I've worked on that doesn’t really ever frustrate me either. I also just want to write a story about queer kids finding friendships, falling in love, dealing with the shit and learning from the lesser mistakes you make in your youth. Failure isn’t a death sentence, you know?

23. Tell us about your usual writing method!

I beat my ADHD down every so often and just write write write until it regains its strength? o: I’m gonna look into seeing a specialist this year to learn a better way because it doesn’t work well enough anymore. :l

Tagging: Mhmm. It said lots of people so @elliot-orion @loopyhoopydrabbles @mirror-of-too-many-books If y’all don’t want too, that’s totally cool too! :D And anyone else who would like to do it, please do it! I loved to see it! <3

[littlepuddingsugg]

Bad Dreams

Request: Joe has a bad dream and Y/N sings him back to sleep.

This was the second time Joe had been startled awake, the fifth time this week. For some odd reason the past few weeks he'd been having nightmares and having trouble falling asleep. He had managed to doze off soon after saying goodnight to Y/N but was jolted awake by a sense of fear. Normally he would just shake it off and go back to sleep but tonight he couldn't.

He rolled over in bed, calming his breathing after realizing it was just another bad dream. The glow of his phone appeared quickly next to him in bed, a name he recognized briefly showing before the screen went dark. 

‘What is she still doing up?’ Joe thought to himself as he turned back on his phone reading the Instagram notification from Y/N. 

Joe laid in bed a little while longer, staring at the ceiling, until he decided that he wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep on his own tonight. He pushed his legs  over the edge of the bed, pulling on the trackie bottoms he had discarded a few hours earlier and made his way downstairs. 

As Joe made his way further to his roommate and best friend’s room he slowed, thinking that he shouldn't bother her if she was trying to sleep, but that thought was quickly pushed out of his head when he saw the glow of light underneath the bedroom door. 

“Y/N?” Joe asked softly as he knocked on the door. 

Joe pushed the door open slowly, poking his head around the corner to find Y/N laying in bed, headphones in and her laptop laying on her stomach. 

Joe knocked again, a little louder this time, on the now opened door which caused Y/N’s eyes to wander from her screen to him standing in the door frame. 

“Hi” Joe said quietly.

“Hey, whats up?” Y/N asked pausing her video and removing her headphones.

“Why are you awake? It’s nearly 3am?” Joe asked moving into the room. 

“Could ask you the same thing, our answers are probably the same as well.”

“Nightmares?”

“Nightmares?”

“Yeah,” Joe paused as he sat at the end of her bed, a hand moving to scratch the back of his neck. “For the past week or so I’ve been having these really freaky dreams and I can usually shake it off and go back to sleep, but tonight I can’t.”

“Oh, yeah no I just can’t sleep. Too much running through my mind.” Y/N said closing her laptop and setting it on the ground. 

Joe sat in silence watching her, the tiredness evident in his eyes. 

“Is this your way of telling me you want to have a sleepover?” Y/N said looking over at Joe, a smile appearing on her lips.

“Maybe” Joe said smiling back over at her. 

“C’mon then,” Y/N said patting the bed next to her as she snuggled into her bed. 

Joe jumped off the bed, closed the door and switched off the light before making his way to the unoccupied side of the bed. He moved himself close to Y/N, his head resting against her chest as he hugged her tight. 

This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for them to do, they had quite literally grown up with each other and Y/N was basically just another Sugg. Joe had offered Y/N to move in with him for a little bit after finding out she was moving to London and when she agreed, a little bit turned into a year which none of them minded because they enjoyed each others company. 

Y/N ran her fingers through his hair, her other hand resting lightly on his arm. He felt Joe’s muscles start to relax the more her fingers brushed through his locks, her nails scratching his scalp ever so slightly.

“Y/N?” Joe asked breaking the comfortable silence in the room. 

“Hmmm?” She mumbled being half asleep.

“Will you sing to me?” 

“Really?” She asked peaking an eye down at him.

“Please, I’m still a bit shaken up from the dream.” 

Joe could feel Y/N roll her eyes as she ran her hand up and down his arm. Joe let out a small sigh, his eyes fluttering close when he heard the sound of her soft voice. 

“If you go out in the woods today, you’re in for a big surprise. If you go out in the woods today, you better go in disguise. For every bear that ever there was, will gather here together because, today is the day the teddy bear’s have their picnic.”

“You’re an idiot.” Joe smiled. 

“Hey you used to love that song!” Y/N said stopping the movements of her fingers in his hair. 

“Key word there is used to, love”

“Well you didn’t specify what song you wanted so thats the song I picked. You are welcome to go back to your own bed if you'd like.”

“No, I’m fine.” Joe said snuggling further into Y/N. 

“Mhmm, thats what I thought.” Y/N’s eyes closed once again, her fingers returning to their previous actions.

“Thank you,” Joe said interrupting the silence once again. 

“Shh.” 

“I love you.”

“I love you to Joe now go to bed.”

PS: Does anyone else know this song? Its been popping into my head for about a month now and my roommate thought I was weird as hell and just made it up until I brought up that its in the movie Open Season and played that scene for her. It’s called Teddy Bear’s Picnic who also think I’m weird - which I can assure you I’m not, I work with children and these songs are always in my head.