#what if i just went to bed instead its 2am here

[psuedosugu]

2am ★

suguru geto x reader

synopsis: your friend (?) comes into your room at 2 in the morning because he can’t sleep.

notes: hes so precious i just wanna kiss him ahhhhhh

the glowing numbers on your alarm clock read 2:00 am. the sky outside your semi-open window shows pitch black while the curtain covering it occasionally flutters due to the wind.

you lie in your bed, still and unable to sleep due to the thoughts running through your head plus your efforts to suppress them.

these days, your mind seems to always wonder back to the star plasma vessel mission, to riko herself.

riko amanai. a young girl, no older than 13. she didn’t deserve to die. you can still remember the sound of the gun hitting her, the sound of her now-still body hitting the ground, and her cold lifeless gaze. what could you have done differently to save her?

moping about it was doing you no good, though, so you decided that you would stop thinking about it all together, which was easier said than done.

you stared up at the ceiling, trying to think of something, anything else. counting sheep was turning out futile. sleep. sleep. you just wanted sleep. it felt like you hadn’t slept in months.

the familiar click! of your doorknob turning snapped you awake. you almost never lock your room, but only one person would come in here so late at night.

“nnh…suguru.” you sat up to look at him.

“did i wake you up? i’m sorry.” he asks sheepishly. his dark hair is outside of its usual bun, cascading onto his shoulders and part-way down his back. his eye bags are obvious, he must be just as tired as you are.

“i can leave if you wa-“ he starts but you interrupt him. “you didn’t wake me up! i- i couldn’t sleep either and even if i wasn’t awake, you’re always free to come in here.”

he had already stayed the night in your dorm a handful of times so him still being nervous about it was confusing, but cute nonetheless.

“you’re too kind to me,” he says, a smile adorning his face. that smile. that stupid smile.

admittedly, when your mind wasn’t occupied with dead girls toppling onto concrete floors, it was usually filled with him.

you scooted over and patted on the space next to you. as you started to sink back into the warm sheets, he made his way beside you, sliding into the covers.

“how’d your mission tod- yesterday go?” you ask, turning your head to look at him. he’s gorgeous, so gorgeous, you think.

“mmh, about as good as it could’ve gone.” he sighs.

sometimes, you feel like he’s the only person who will ever truly understand. he was there, right next to you when it all went down. maybe that’s why the two of you are so close now, a trauma bond of some sort.

the two of you lay together, only a few inches in between. that space was slowly shrinking as you gradually shifted closer every time you stole a glance at him. it felt taboo, these feelings that you were having for him. you weren’t supposed to feel this way. not about him.

unaware to you, suguru had been having similar thoughts. as much as he’d try to deny them because you would never ever like him back, he thought, they always sprang back up. he was tired of having to hide them.

to him, you were the sun itself, the center of his galaxy. he was so lucky, he thought, that you let him in your space so often, that he was able to breathe in your presence.

your shoulders were now side by side, touching, and he didn’t say a thing. suguru’s comforting presence had your eyes drooping.

your mind started to wonder to what it would be like to sleep next to him every night, maybe in a house the two of you would own instead of these dorms. you knew were getting ahead of yourself with your white-picket-fence fantasies, but you were too tired to care.

half asleep and absentminded, you snuggled closer to him, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck and slipping an arm around him. maybe you were feeling bold. maybe you were too tired to fully comprehend what you were doing.

suguru froze, his heart threatening to thump out of his chest. he was sure you could feel it against you. could you feel it? could you feel his emotions for you? did you know? he wanted you to know. he wanted to spill his hear out, to kiss you like there was no tomorrow, to have you.

he needed this. he needed you.

“[name]?” he murmured. you let out a faint hum in response, teetering between the border of awake and asleep.

“look,” he braced himself. he didn’t know what would come out of this, if your friendship would survive. he didn’t want to lose you, the only one who, he thought, truly cared, but he couldn’t live like this.

“..I’ve been having these feelings….these feelings about you. i..I’m really glad we’re friends, but every time you talk to me i just don’t know. i don’t know if i want just this. i want more. i want us to at least try having more. i know its sudden but its how i feel.”

he waited in anticipation for your response, staring at the ceiling. a few moments passed and he called your name. “[name]?” he asked, “..please say something.” a few more moments passed and he heard a soft snore. he looked down and sure enough you were knocked out, your chest rising and falling.

he smiled, moving a piece of your hair out of your face. had you heard any of what he said? would you even remember? probably not, he thought. oh well. there’s always tomorrow.

his eyes started to droop too, and he slipped into unconsciousness to thoughts of you, you, you.

[billieeilishshusband]

Summary: Billie had stopped speaking to you because Q didn't like you. Finneas refused to let Billie spend the week at his whole finneas and her parents were on holiday so he messaged you

Warning(s): Q, talk of abuse, Reader has a ED, abuse, SA

Part 1

YNs POV

I heard a knock on the door, I had just gotten changed from being the shower. I walked to the door and saw Billie "Finneas isn't here, he's away with your parents" I tried to shut the door "no he said I was spending the week here." She said holding one bag in her hand and the other on her back "what? Stay here." I said closing the door slightly still making sure it was open she stood outside. I ran to find my phone looking at the message 'hey I don't want Billie spending a week with Q. So your taking her :D'

'you suck finneas' I mumbled. I realized that it was snowing and she was freezing. I opened the door fully and took her arm gently to pull her inside, snow on her nose. We hadn't spoken in ages, I hated her for leaving me and yelling at me in front of everything she mocked me for the way I eat, the way I spoke, the way I done anything pretty much done anything.

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It was dinner time. I cooked Billie some food and placed it in front of her "there" I said quietly. I sat down at the table across from her. She started eating "you not gonna get food and eat" she said her voice slightly muffled from the food in her mouth. "Not hungry" she shrugged it off and went back to eating "I thought you would spend the week at Q's" I said watching her eat I didn't want her to spend the week at Q's its just i thought she would lie and say shes at mines but shes at his.

"finneas wouldn't let me" she said stuffing her face with a smile "good" I mumbled quietly. She heard it but choose to not say anything on it "you can have my room I'll sleep on the couch" I said standing up and looking in the closet for spare blankets. "What no" she said putting her plate in sink. "what yes, your not sleeping on the couch" I said still looking for the blanket "no we can share the bed" I stopped what I was doing and turned to her "if your afraid of being alone in my room i will keep the door open. "

She groaned before walking upstairs and getting changed before trying to go to sleep. I was lying down on the couch watching some show at like 2am. I heard footsteps, she probably wanted water. That was until I felt a tap on my leg "what?" I mumbled. Her silver hair really messed, her eyes not looking dead but soft. "I don't like being alone in the room" she said I moved my legs for her to sit down. She sat down "why are you afraid? You have your thoughts to keep you company" I said pausing the show. She looked at me and then looked away "that's why I don't want to be alone"

"what do you think about?" I said facing her while she looked at the floor "Q, I just think he's going to be mad at me for being in your house like he's going to come in the house and- nevermind" she said "Q's not going to step a fucking foot in my house and he shouldn't be mad at you for your brother making you come here" I tried to comfort her but that clearly wasn't working "I'm not going to let him hurt you" she looked at me a bit teary "come on I'll take you to bed" i patted her back and walked her upstairs, she sat in bed "can you please stay" I looked at her and sighed "okay I'll sleep on the floor kay?" She shocked her head "with me in the bed please"

I sighed and nodded, I got into bed her joining I faced away from her, she was facing my back "I never meant what I said back then" she said quietly "Billie it doesn't matter" I said. She hurt me a lot but I was going to deal with this now. "YN please" I turned to face her "let's not worry about that right now okay?" I said patting her head and turning back around. I felt a arm around my waist, I decided I was going to stay anything on it instead I was going to just go to sleep.

I woke up before Billie to go make breakfast. I make breakfast for her and wait for her to come down. She came down 5 minutes later and I give her the food to sit at the table. "Your not having breakfast?" She asked sitting not eating her food yet "I'm not hungry" I said looking at the table "you said that yesterday at lunch and dinner. You can have some of this" I stood up from the table "not hungry" I started washing the dishing to drain out her voice for a bit.

A year ago

'look at how YN eats they look like a fucking dog' Billie laugh. Q laughing with her and giving her a high five.

Present

That thought drained into my head. I felt a tap on my shoulder "I saved some for you" i looked at her "billie its fine just have it" i said "YN" she looked me in the eyes something she never really done "yes?" I said "is this because of what I said. I didn't mean it I don't know why I said it" "Billie seriously it's fine Jesus" i said pushing the food back to her. "YN listen-" I cut her off quickly "No Billie you listen, i don't want to hear any of this and I dont want any of you food i made it for you. I don't want this topic coming up again" i said turning the sink off and walking upstairs to make the bed.

Third POV

Billie was mad but also clearly upsets. She aggressively put the plate down and walk to the couch. She had opened her phone to loads of messages from Q

Where are you?

Come to mines now

Open my messages

Are you at YN?

I can see your location

She sighed, she was also very scared so she quickly opened the message and replied 'finneas made me go to his while he's away. I'll be back in a week' he was quick to reply to her message 'like fuck are you spending a week with him. Your coming to mines tonight okay? Sneak out' Billie messaged him saying she couldn't but he left her on read. "Your bed is ready. I'm sleeping on the couch" YN said walking down the stairs, Billie stood up from the couch and walked to the stairs. YN was going to say something but decided to not.

A FEW HOURS LATER

Billie waited until she felt like YN was asleep and opened the window and slowly walked on the roof and to the ground. She walked in the dark. She had finally gotten to Q's and she was dragged by the arm, and taking in the room quickly. "You know I don't want you anywhere near YN he's a fucking trouble make he's a danger boy." He swung her on the couch. He gasped at how bad it hurt. He was quick to climb on top of her. Kissing her neck "Q I don't want-" she was cut off "no you will fucking listen you-" a loud knock on the door scared them both.

"ignore it" he said grabbing her wrist and putting his hand on her mouth. She was tearing a bit, after a few seconds of silence he went back to kissing her before a loud thud and a slam of the door opening. "Yo what the fuck?" Q said turning around, YN grabbed the back of Q and harshly threw him off of Billie. YN gently grabbed billie's wrist picking up her clothes and picking her up she was standing there putting her clothes on "Fuck" he groaned "don't fucking touch her" YN said putting his face right up against his. When Billie got out YN gently grabbed her hand and took her out of the place without saying a word. When they both got in the car Billie broke the silence "YN, I'm sorry i shouldn't have left" She was cut off by YN "Do you have any idea of what he could have done to you. What could have happened if i hadn't shown up? What if he had badly hurt you" He tried to keep his voice gentle to not upset Billie.

"He was pissed i didn't know what to do" YN sighed hearing those words. "I get that. Just don't do that again, please don't ever do that again." YN let out gently. the rest of the car drive was quiet. As soon as they got home Billie ran to YN and hugged him "What?-" YN tried to say "I'm Sorry for being such an idiot" She muffled "You don't have anything to apologise for okay? You didn't deserve what he was doing to you. I should of stayed in the bedroom and you wouldn't have left" The first time YN had felt bad and wanted to hug or go near Billie since they stopped talking.

"I'm sorry I know you don't like hugs I don't know why I done that" She looks up at him pulling away quickly "it's fine that doesn't matter." I walked up to the bedroom with her "I know you don't want to speak about what I said to you back then but if I write it down will you at least read it?" Billie says watching YN taking his shoes off and getting changed. "I'll read it" she hummed in respond to what YN said and started writing "you don't have to do it now" YN said hopping into the bed fixing the duvets "I want too." She says writing away.

YN's POV

I had fallen asleep when I woke up Billie wasn't there "Billie?" I mumbled. When It fully hit she wasn't there I quickly got up "Billie?" I yelled. She then came out of the bathroom "yeah?" She said yawning. "Sorry I thought- nevermind" He says "shit I woke up late" I said looking at my watch "late? It's 8:30" "yeah I normally make you breakfast" Billie looked concerned at you "YN can you please eat something today" She says, she really meant it.

I nodded slowly and we walked downstairs "I'll give you the Note after breakfast" she said. I finished making her pancakes and placed them in front of her. She had 3 pancakes I decided I wasn't too hungry and only got one. Billie sits there waiting for something. I grab my fork and hide my face by leaning my head against the table looking down while eating "YN, please look up" She said. I wait until I finished the pancake from my mouth before I look up "I think you look cute when you eat" she smiled. I managed to finish the pancake looking at her. She smiles while you eating. She pulls something out of her pocket and hands it to me "here's the note" she said her smile turning more worrisome. I unfolded it and began to read

'dear YN I want to apologize about how are friendship has went the past year and with how I treated you. You were always an amazing person I couldn't ask for something better and I always have loved you more than I could anyone even Brandon, but yet I still treated you like shit. Everything I said I never meant and I really mean that I love you more than anyone else could I promise you. You deserve better, I'm sorry your having to deal with me again for a week. I never properly loved Brandon. I loved you but when I saw you kept speaking to that girl I guessed I had no chance and took my chance with someone I thought I liked but I clearly didn't. He made me say such mean things about you and I'm sorry I shouldn't of said them.

A few tears left I folded it up and put it in my pocket. "I'm sorry I know it's not the best but-" "no it perfect" I wiped away some tears before going over to her and kissing her forehead. "I'm going to head to the room okay?" I said walking up "can I join?" She said looking up at you "yeah" We both went upstairs "I need to change. Do you have any spare clothes or do you need some of mines Bills?" A nickname she hadn't heard in years. She smiled at that. "Yeah I got some clothes" she gets changed in the bathroom coming out in baggy clothes, I grab my clothes and just get changed there "I can feel you staring" I said. "Sorry" I chuckled at that earning a nervous chuckle from her as well.

I finished getting changed. "Wanna go to a park?" She says out of the blue "uh sure why not? Like a picnic?" She nods rapidly. I walked back downstairs and looked around for the wardrobe that had the picnic stuff and grabbed them while grabbing snacks and sandwiches. She smiled. I popped it in the back of the car and opened the door for Billie "thanks" she said. She drove to a park that had a lot of people but also didn't. I took a look around while Billie unpacked "here let me do it" I said turning to her "no it's fine I got it!" I looked down at her as she set everything up.

She patted down for me to sit next to her. I sat down and she smiled at me "I forgive you...the note was sweet" I said smiling towards her. She grabbed me and hugged me, causing me to fall over flat. She leaned her head against my chest. "Billie you okay?" I said not wanting to move because it was more comfortable that I thought it. This is how it used to be and I felt happiness for once. "Yeah" her reply muffled. She muffled something I couldn't hear after that "what?" I said. She got up from her place causing me to sit up.

She looked at my eyes then my lips before she leaned in and kissed me. She leaned in more. I was unsure on what to do. She pulled away a minute later. She looked shocked like she wasn't aware she had kissed me her silver hair moving from the wind "I'm sorry" she mumbled. "For what?" I said hugging her "finneas is gonna pick me up soon" Billie said. I kissed her forehead and I laid back down my back facing up the way. We laid there in silence she had laid down on my back waiting for finneas to pick her up. "This has been a good week other than the Q stuff" she said softly "I never thought I would have a good week with you. I always was mad at you" I said moving my head to the side.

"I'm sorry" she said. Looking up at the sky "it's okay I forgive you Billie" We then heard a voice catching us off guard "Hey guys- oh did you two get together or something?" Finneas said waving to us. We quickly got off of each other "right...Billie hop in the car" he smiles "yeah wait give me a sec" finneas walked back to the car and kissed me again

[sleepyboy-stuff]

hiii-!!! :3 saw your post about Logan requests and was thinkin' about (CG) Logan who gets up in the night (like in X2) and he sees reader regressed whilst watching TV or something and he looks after them for a bit, maybe convinces reader to go to sleep and helps settle them???

hope you're having an amazing day/evening/night!!! feel free to ignore this idea!!!

-🧸🌷(hope it's oki that I went anon, was a bit nervous 😅)

ollo!! thank you so much for your request, and its totally okay that you sent it on anon, i dont mind at all!! youre super sweet :]

anyways, uh, heres what i wrote! im super nervous to post this but, i hope you like it :D

It was late into the night-- probably around 2am, you guessed, but you didn't bother checking the clock. Most residents of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters were fast asleep, and normally you were too. But tonight, you lay wide awake in your nest of blankets and pillows, hugging your favorite plushie and sucking on a pacifier as all sorts of thoughts ran through your mind.

Most prominent in your head was an overwhelming feeling of loneliness. This always happened when you were little; if you were alone for longer than 15 minutes, The Sadness started creeping in, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Usually you could distract yourself, by coloring or playing games on your phone or something, but tonight you were practically drowning in it.

Your heart ached for someone, anyone, to come and comfort you, but you knew nobody would. Especially not the person you really wanted: Logan.

You considered going to his room and waking him up, but you knew you couldn't do that. He wasn't the most strict caregiver, but he did have one very harsh rule: you can't bother him when he's sleeping, and you can't sleep with him. You knew it was because of his nightmares, but still, you missed him.

Tears were welling up in your eyes. You didn't know how long you'd just been sitting there, but suddenly, you decided you'd had enough of it. You sat up and wiped the tears away with your sleeve, shuffling out of bed with your plushie in tow.

And that was how you ended up here in the common room, watching Spongebob Squarepants on the big TV (with your plushie sitting next to you), giggling to yourself.

You were drawn into the cartoon, happy to finally get away from your feelings. So distracted, you didn't even notice the figure that appeared behind you.

"You're up late."

You squeaked in surprise, your head whipping around to find none other than Logan leaning up against the doorway, one eyebrows raised.

You stared at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to say.

He walked over to the couch, sitting down next to you with a huff. "What're you doing up, kid?"

You hesitantly took your pacifier out of your mouth to speak. "Couldn' sleep."

He grunted. "Yeah, me neither."

"Nightmares?"

"Yeah."

You wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your head on his shoulder. It was a bit of an awkward angle, coming at him from the side, but you made it work. "'m sorry."

"It's alright, kid. It's not like it's your fault," he said, resting his hand on your back.

You snuck your pacifier back into your mouth, but you didn't let Logan go, snuggling into him instead. He was always warm, and warm felt so cozy. He's even better than a blankie, you thought, as his hand started moving up and down along your back. It was a comforting touch.

You tried to pay attention to the show, but pretty soon your eyelids started drooping; finally, you were falling asleep. And Logan noticed.

"Hey, maybe it's time we head back to bed, huh?" He patted your back and pulled himself away from you, standing up.

You began to whine at the loss of warmth, looking up at him with sad eyes. He only stared down at you with lidded eyes, not falling for your puppy-dog look. 

You pulled your pacifier out. "Can I sleep with you..?" You knew his answer would be no, but you asked anyways.

Logan took a moment to think. "... Sure, you can."

Your eyes widened. "Really?!"

"Yeah. Just as long as you don't move around too much."

You felt a smile dawn on your face, and you popped your pacifier back in your mouth before you jumped up into his arms. He held you up easily, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"There we go," he murmured, walking out of the room. The TV was still on, but neither of you really cared.

Eventually, the two of you ended up in Logan's room. He gingerly set you down on his bed, and you pulled back the covers, crawling underneath them. He slid in beside you, pulling the blanket over your bodies before sliding his arms around you. You cuddled close together, and the room lapsed into silence, no noise except for the sounds of soft breathing.

In the end, you did fall asleep, secure in Logan's arms. But what you didn't know is that Logan never fully fell asleep himself. He laid awake the rest of the night, watching over you, keeping his little safe.

[synthleeius]

Tickletober day 1 - anticipation

hi omg. i absolutely hate this but i wanna try and to tickletober this year since ive never done it before and it feels weird if i dont do the 1st one so ☹️☹️ and just know its 2am and im tired but i wanted to get this done so if its shit literally jusy dont read it

pairing; lee!reader x ler!venti

Venti huffed, letting his hands rest on his hips. He had been looking for his hat everywhere, but to no avail. And he swore he left it riigghhtt on his lamp before he went to bed last night! How strage..

“Windblume!” He called out from his doorway, before beginning to make his way to your room in the teapot you two shared. “Have you seen my–”

He couldn't help but smile when he saw the same hat he turned his room upside down for, sitting lopsided on your head. He moved to stand in front of your sitting figure, then spoke; “My hat, love?”

“Huh?– oh! Yeah, I borrowed it.” You replied, looking up at your beloved with a casual expression. You didn't think he would really mind when you did take it.. but in your defence, he was asleep! And you were going to return it.. eventually.

“..Oh come on, here.” You rolled your eyes lovingly when you saw the stern look on his face, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down on you. “Better?” You asked after had taken the hat off of your own head and placed it onto his, just the way he liked it.

“Almost,” He said with an innocent looking smirk, (well.. innocent enough.) taking the book you were previously reading and placing it to the side. “Just one more thing you can do. Yknow, to make it up to me!”

“And that is..?” You asked, your attention fully on the bard in front of you now. “Stay still, is all. Surely you can manage that, my beloved~” He said in a dragged out tone, moving to push you down onto your bed, a singular hand of his holding both of yours above your head.

“..Venti? What are yo– no.”

“And that's what I would've said if you had asked to try my hat on!” He huffed, lowering his free hand to the side of your torso.

You jerked your body away, a soft squeak leaving your lips. “hah– I didn't think yohou’d mind! I swear!” In all honesty, you knew if you had asked he would've said yes anyways.. What a dramatic little bard you had.

“Oh, now you're laughing at me are you?” The bard in question spoke in a ‘stern’ tone, “Now I really have to get you~” His signature giggle filled the air, looking up at your flushed face to make sure your eyes weren't on him, but his fingers instead.

He let his fingertips rise near your ribs, resulting in another jerk away and a gasp on your side. “Come on, this is ridiculous. I didnt even do ahanyth– can you stop doing that already?!”

You huffed the words out when his nails wiggled towards your stomach, slowly dropping down until they were inches away from the skin. Only then would he pull back, returning to his previous position above. “What? Does it tickle, windblume~?” He questioned with a genuine tone, but that shit-eating smirk on his face told you he knew what he was doing.

“No, I'm just laughing because I feel like it. Yes, it fucking- ohokay ohokay! I'm sorry! God, somebody's sensitive..” You began to return the sarcasm, before he simply tilted his head and moved his hand to rest on your inner bicep. “Uhuh, that's what I thought, my love. Now.. where was I?”

You slightly regret the words you spoke that made him switch to a different spot, because this was arguably worse. He was repeating the same spidering motion, directly above your underarms. Your senses set off, causing you to lean back into the bed and attempt to tug your arms down to cover the sensitive area.

“Bad spot?” He asked, “By how much your giggling, I think it iiiss~”

You simply whined in response, rolling your eyes away from his hand and turning your head to the side to try and get rid of the tingling sensation. Though, it didn't help much. His hand being blocked from your view did not block out the slight graze every few seconds, maybe even made the feeling worse. “You're the worst.”

“Yknow what else is the worst?” He said in a sigh, tilting his head away from you in a fake thinking look. As he did, his hand suddenly squeezed onto your sides, causing electricity to shoot into your nerves. “Waking up and looking for your hat, only to find out a special somebody took it after spending 10 minutes trying to find it!”

“Ohohonly 10 mihinutes? Yohour just inpatient!” You giggled out, his movements causing your body to reflectivity twist away from him. “Yeah, and I'm not the one pinned down right now. Maybe you should learn to watch your tone, my love~”

“Maybe yohou shou- fuhuhuck, ohokay! Ihi give, juhust stohop!” You couldn't help but give up when he began to scribble his fingers along your stomach, causing him to laugh at your quick efforts to escape the feeling.

“Mm.. fine, fine~ Just one last thing though..” He let his grip off of your wrists, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as he did. “If you’ll allow me, of course.”

You slowly quickly moved your arms to the sides before he got anymore ideas, letting out soft breathy giggles and turning to look at him again. "Hah.. your already here, aren't you? ..Fine, make it quick."

He didnt respond in words, but rather by hiking your shirt up to your upper waist and sliding his hands down to your hips. While pressing his thumbs gently into the skin as small circle, he leant down to press a soft kiss to the middle of your stomach.

“Ah.. yohour so sappy, Venti.” You responded with a soft gasp and giggle, not being able to help the small shuffles your body involuntarily did after. “I know I am.. But you looovee it~”

He spoke his words into the skin of your torso, only making it all the more worse for you. He let out a soft giggle, before looking up at you. “Okay, okay.. Actual last thing. You ready, windblume~?”

You couldn't suppress the giddly smile that formed on your lips, nodding before letting your head fall back onto the blanket. “Yeheah..”

You listened to him take in a deep breath, before pushing his lips into your stomach and blowing a raspberry directly in the middle.

"AHahah- aharcons, yohour hohorrible!" You whined out, shoving his hands off of your hips and turning onto your side.

"Mm, the archons have heard your complaints love.." He said in a played on uninterested tone, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Now, I trust you'll be getting ready? After all, were going out to Mondstadt.."

"..Ugh, yeah.." You groaned, moving to return the kiss on his cheek. "I will.."

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

For the writing prompt: AvaLil - holding onto a stuffed animal/pillow, imagining that it's their lover in their embrace instead

Here you go, buddy 😘

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Lilith couldn't sleep.  The bedroom was awash in darkness, illuminated only by the distant lights of the cityscape, and she could not sleep.  The firm had arranged for her to get the best suite in the hotel, complete with all the finery and amenities that entailed, but it might as well have been a pigsty for all the comfort she took from it.

Groaning indignantly, she flopped onto her back, her bleary eyes opening to glare at the shadowed ceiling, miserably contemptuous.  The clock on the nightstand taunted her, the red neon spilling across the wood, reading 2:34am.  She cursed, sinking further into the mattress and rubbing her face with both hands.

Why was this so damned difficult?  She went on trips like this all the time.  The firm had offices in cities across the country, and she would wager that she spent nearly 100 days a year traveling from one to the next for some case or other.  She was used to it.  Her sleep schedule had never been disturbed until now.

Her gaze drifted to her phone.  It sat idle next to the clock, teasing her with its silence and the reflective blankness of its screen.  After a moment of furious internal debate, she grabbed it, the lock screen lighting up and bathing the gray bedspread in pale light.

Her lock screen was nothing special, just a stock image of the ocean, the same as when she bought it.  She quickly swiped past it, smashing in her passcode with overeager fingers and pulling up her texts.  There were only a few names there, and she opened the first conversation in the list to read the last message.

Ava: Good night, baby!  Call me when you’re out of work tomorrow! 😘😘

She sighed, squinting at the words before turning the screen off and rolling back onto her back.  There was nothing to be done.  Ava was doubtless fast asleep by now.  Her shift at the bar would have just ended at 1, and she was prone to collapsing face-first into bed after working such late hours.  Knowing that did nothing to dull the urge to message her back.  She glanced at the phone again, staring at it as the minutes flipped by on the clock.

Growling in disgust at herself, she turned onto her opposite side.  She absolutely refused to do something so pathetically clingy as text Ava in the middle of the night.  She would not wake her up after a long shift to tend to her childish problem.  The very thought was revolting.  No, she would handle this on her own.

But an hour later, her body was still stiff and resistant to sleep.  She rolled over and picked up her phone again.  She would not text her.  Absolutely not.  But… maybe reading back through their last conversation would help her relax.

As she tapped in her passcode again, she saw a notification she hadn't spotted earlier.  Her brow furrowed.  "Who sends an email at 2 in the morning?"  Out of half-delirious curiosity, she opened it.

[To: L.V.SuperionLaw

From: SilvaGirl80085

Hey Lil!

I can't wait for you to get home!  Some guy at the bar ordered this cocktail I know you would DESPISE!  I had to work so hard not to look at him like 😟 while I was making it.  When you call tomorrow, I'll tell you about it, you'll be so mad 😂😂!

Sending this as an email so I don't wake you up.  Love you, babe, go kick legal ass tomorrow ❤.

Your girl xoxoxo]

Lilith read the last line several times, scanning the words over and over.  She felt a little floored.  Perhaps it was from lack of sleep, but it was difficult to process the fact that Ava had not only messaged her at 2am, but had thought to send it as an email rather than a text so the noise wouldn't wake her.

A powerful storm of longing roared to life in her chest, threatening to make her do something embarrassing, like cry.  Determined to combat that impulse, she grabbed the spare pillow next to her and pulled it against her chest.  It was a poor substitute for what she really wanted, but it was all she had.  So she held it tight, and set her phone on top of it, still open on the email.  She watched the screen dim and then darken before burying her face in the pillowcase.  She breathed in through her nose, imagining the scent of Ava’s body wash, and finally shut her eyes.

It wasn’t a restful sleep by any measure, but it would do.  She would power her way through the day and call Ava when it was done.  And it would only be two more nights until she was allowed to return home.

[spaceagecynic]

first up: Fourth Wing

First of all, I freaking love dragons. Second of all, I loathe first person POV books, especially when it's present tense. Because I've been burned. I've seen things. Read things... it's not always done very well. Every POV has its challenges for writers (ask me how I know). So the main point is: whatever POV you write in should be secondary to, and serve, the story you're telling, instead of being the whole point of the story (I'm looking at you, self-published Kindle Unlimited Contemporary Romance Authors! ok not really i love you all please be my friend ok? ok)

I also tend to umm... dislike participating in social media trends (or hell, anything else) just because everyone else is. Generally if I see The Royal Everyone raving about something, I think "If The Royal Everyone jumped off a cliff, would you?" and run the other way. Because I'm not an impulsive arch-druid. Or a lemming.

Now that I've truly revealed myself as neither of those things (just as a beautiful butterfly), let's move on. <cough>

When I started seeing Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros allll over the Tikkity Tocks and beyond, I was like mehhh. I mean. It can't be that good. I mean dragon school....?? I love dragons. Don't do me like that. Or them. Then I read the blurb and instantly went "wait...what? So this ISN'T HP with dragons...?? Or is it...?? WHAT IS THIS I MUST KNOW."

Now, my curiosity having gotten the best of me, but being that I have been burned by reading awful social-media-viral books before, and have no monies for buying books to begin with, I put it on hold at my lamentably-tiny suburban library and got my hands on it within a week. I read the first two sentences and immediately put it down, annoyed, because of the POV - the fact of it being written in present tense just put my tolerance over the edge. Two nights later, I was bored watching my SO play Starfield and kinda tired cuz i was sick, and picked it up again to read in bed.

Reader, I didn't put it down until 2 am. I haven't been that sucked into a book in a long time. I completely forgot about the POV and narration tense. And THAT IS HOW YOU DO IT.

What a freaking RIDE. I had it finished within 12 hours of picking it back up again the day after my til-2am-reading-sesh. I literally don't want to say anything else about it here because. Spoilers.

[l-sincline]

Therapy

In which 01 has a therapy session. I wrote this a while ago and never posted it- remembered it last night, and then felt like posting it. Enjoy!

She was glad there was a window in the room. It gave her something to stare out of as she ‘mm’ ‘mhm’ ‘hmm’ed in response to what seemed to be never ending talking and prompting. She could just barely see the shoreline- she wished she was there on the beach instead of this room. This room was awkward, and to be frank it kind of stressed her out. The protocol had been so quick to put this appointment in place that they hadn’t really gotten a chance to decorate- so it was some soft chairs and a table, along with some dusty boxes and filing cabinets. A gentle breeze blew in through the window kicking up the dust, they should’ve cleaned.

“01?”

“Hmm…?”

“Why are you so fascinated with the window?”

“Uh-“ 01 dragged her eyes off the window to look back at the therapist. She wondered what kind of contract this woman was under to even be able to talk to them. “It’s just, uh, nicer… than in here.”

“What about this room makes you dislike it?” The therapist’s smile was sweet, but it was too sweet. A smile meant to lull one into a false sense of security- she was too perceptive for that. The smile was starting to stress her out too.

“There’s just nothing in here. It’s just bad.” She answered shortly.

The raising of her stress levels were only given away by an erratic pulse of her power core, which she silently swore at. The therapist closed her notebook and tucked her pen into its binding.

“Why don’t we continue our session outside?”

-

It was much nicer outside. Bright and lively. But the therapist was an… unwelcome partner. Everything about the woman made her uncomfortable. She was too nice, too patient, and too quiet whenever 01 started talking. Perhaps it was strange to dislike someone because they were too nice- she supposed being with her mother might’ve made that more familiar. They sat in the grass under a tree now, 01 had sat as far that was acceptable from the therapist.

“Why don’t you just tell me about your day?” She offered.

“…okay.” 01 began, “I woke up at 5, showered, got dressed, met Kay/o in the kitchen and made a smoothie, then we went and trained, and after that we did some weapon maintenance, and then I got called here.” The therapist frowned (though 01 noted that she tried to hide it) and then made a note in her book.

“That’s not a lot to do between 5am and now- which of those things took the longest, would you say?”

“Hmm… probably training.”

“Is this what your day is like every day?”

“Yes. It’s my schedule.”

The therapist made another note.

“Did you see any other agents this morning?” The therapist pressed onward. 01 dove into thought.

“No one’s usually in the bathroom while I’m up, same goes for the kitchen. Phoenix was in the training deck for a second- I caught a glimpse of him getting something out of his locker.”

“So you’ve really only been with Kay/o today?”

“Yes.”

This was not expressly strange to 01. Admittedly, whenever allowed the two tended to be attached at the hip. It was stranger for them to not be together, thought they both still went out and did things on their own, she enjoyed his company too much to give it up- assuming he felt the same way.

“Do you ever hang out with any of the other agents one on one?”

“Skye takes me on hikes when we’re allowed out.” 01 started, “Me and Phoenix train together sometimes. Killjoy and I see each other at least once a week for her to study my body.”

Another note.

“When do you usually go to sleep?”

“2am, maybe.” 01 answered, “Maybe a little later.”

“When’s the last time you went to bed before 12?”

01 paused.

“I don’t know.”

The therapist closed her book and set it beside her, leaning in.

“Do you miss your timeline?”

Well. That was a loaded question. Did she miss it?

“…not the… time. In particular. But, maybe the people.”

The therapist nodded as if encouraging her to continue.

“I wasn’t in the right mindset then. If I was who I am now then maybe I could’ve gone out and found my mother. But I miss my friends, and I miss the Sova and Brimstone that I knew.” She couldn’t stand the therapists seemingly unblinking eyes anymore and looked away to the coast. “I don’t want anyone to live through what I lived through, that’s why I’m here. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the people I interacted with, or if I said I didn’t want to talk to my dad one last time. Or even that stupid little robot army I commanded- they weren’t sentient and yet I still miss them.” She sighed, “But I do still have Kay/o. Which is enough, most days. Even in our time I was closest to him, and that won’t change. We need each other here. We’re the only ones that really get it. The rest of them know there’s something at stake, but we killed for that. We know what comes if we don’t complete our mission.”

“01.” The therapist stopped her, “the world is not on your shoulders. You may know what happens in one of our futures, but we are not gods. Don’t put the world on your shoulders, just try to guide it in the right direction. You can enjoy what you have now more if you think less about the future, and more about the present.”

They were both quiet, birds chirping in the tree above and beyond that. It was true, she was not a god. Though at the mention of the future, her guilty conscious reminded her of her deal with Fade. No, she told herself, that was a necessary precaution.

“You don’t have to say anything.” The therapist reassured, “our time is up anyways. Just think about what I said, and if you want to see me again; just ask.”

And just like that, it was over. 01 breathed a sigh of relief, stood, and said goodbye to the therapist. With any luck, when she reentered the base, she could find Kay/o- and perhaps some of their friends- and take a trip to the shore instead of more training. She’d been staring at it for so long that she’d worked up the urge to go stand next to it.

[haitaini]

where they cum

genre: smut

characters: nahoya, hanma, sanzu, and mikey

warnings: degredation, they call you a slut, whore, bitch you know the drill. oral sex (male recieve), lots and lots of cum, thats it i guess? i went too far with this OSMDNFNFN sorry also i didnt proofread cause its 2am

minors and ageless blogs dont interact or im blocking you <3 dont fuckin try me

tagging: @nanami-luvr @kontentious @hakk-ai @hanmasin @ssanzuu @ultmugi

MIKEY.

on your waist, hips, or stomach. as much as he’d love to cum inside you, he likes seeing the way you let out a sob when he pulls out of you and stroke his cock to completion, covering your abdomen with his cum. he has a little grin pulling at his lips, feeling amused by the whines you’re letting out.

“in me, please ‘jiro cum in me,” you whimper, feeling his cock twitch inside you and you let out a moan. he’s finally going to do it, you’ve been waiting for so fucking long it brings tears into your eyes. he chuckles and lets out a groan. “fuck fuck fuck, baby,” before pulling out of you again, hands immediately going to his cock stroking it, letting out a loud moan, his eyes rolling back and head tilting back. you let out a loud sob at the emptiness inside you before feeling his cum painting your hips and stomach. “you’re so fuckin’ mean,” you whine, tears forming in your eyes at the grin he gives you. “sorry angel, you’re just too cute to tease, can’t help it.”

NAHOYA.

on your tits. there’s something about painting your tits with his cum that makes him want to keep doing it over and over again. seeing his cum splattered all over your chest gets him hard again so quickly and you try to make fun of him for it but he’s literally on your ass the moment he see’s your grin. he loves that shit.

youre sitting in between nahoya’s legs, your hand stroking his cock, sticking your tongue out every now and then to lick at the tip, collecting the precum forming there while your hand continues to pump his cock. “god, baby you’re so fuckin good to me, such good little whore i got here,” he murmurs, eyes following the movement of your hand, gripping your wrist and forces you to go faster. “gonna cum gonna cum fuck,” you grin and raise yourself a bit so his cock is on the same level as your tits before letting out a grunt as you thumb at his slit, cumming all over your chest as praises spill from his lips. he chuckles at the sight and smears his release around with his thumb, pinching at your nipples before smushing your cheeks together with the other hand. “such a good girl for me arent you baby? letting me mess up your pretty body like that,” he murmurs to you, lowering his face to yours. “get your ass on the bed, gonna mess it up even more.”

SANZU.

down your throat. hates marking you from the outside. hickeys and bite marks dont work for him, so instead he leaves something of his own inside you. which is why he loves cumming down your throat so much because unlike your pussy, nothing’s gonna be oozing out, you will swallow everything he gives you, every last drop and hes fuckin’ obsessed with that thought. 

“c’mon pretty girl, you can do better than that dont you think?” he mumbles, gripping your hair with one hand and stroking your neck with the other, feeling your neck bulge with his cock so deep in your throat. “‘m already so close, want me to fuck that little throat of yours? hm? is that what my desperate little bitch wants?” your eyes tear up as you try to nod with your mouth wrapped around him. he lets out a pornographic moan as you flatten your tongue underneath his cock and relaxing your throat before he grabs your head with both hands and thrusts into your mouth. unable to stop the gag that hit you, your eyes immediately welled up with tears, your hands clenching at his thighs as he continued thrusting into your mouth at a relentless pace. his eyes flutter close as his hips stutter before he spills down your throat with no prior warning, making you cough and splutter, his cum dripping from the corner of your lips before catching it using his thumb with a tsk, pushing his thumb into your mouth and pressing down your tongue. “i said dont waste a single fucking drop, dumb whore,”

HANMA.

everywhere. literally everywhere. this man is not picky at all. hes so nasty and filthy to begin with, if he could drown you in his cum, trust me when i say that he would. hes that nasty. whether he’d cum in you, down your throat, on your face, on your back, you fuckin name it, he probably already did. he’d also take pictures of every area he cums on to save it in his album, he just loves the sight of you with his cum all over you.

you’re holding your thighs up for him, giving him access to your pretty cunt while he thrusts into you at an animalistic pace, slowly losing strength in your body as he continues to drill his cock into you, his tip kissing your cervix everytime he pushes back in. you tighten up around him and he hisses, “shit, such a good fucking girl for me, you wanna milk me dry hm? drain me out of cum?” he babbles as his high nears, his cock twitching inside you before you let out whine of his name, the drag of his length in and out of your pussy at the pace hes setting making you go dumb, only thing thinking about is hanma hanma hanma. he presses his thumb onto your clit and he lets out a loud moan when you tighten up once again around him and your legs collapse to the bed, arms giving up. “shit, im gonna fucking cum and you’re gonna take it, yeah? isnt that right you fucking slut? look at you,” he groans and continues to rub circles onto your clit before emptying himself in you, feeling his cum come out sourt after spurt, painting your walls white. you gasp at the feeling and let out a whimper, legs shaking as he pulls out of you. hes panting, hair messed up as he eyes your movements and chuckles, picking you up and setting you to sit on your knees on your floor and you just allow him, brain unable to register anything until he starts talking. “you’re so good for me, so fucking good,” he lowers himself to you and presses a bruising kiss onto your lips. “c’mon, your throat next,” he says with a grin.

[cahmilo]

Proud of You | carlos m.

pairing: carlos madrigal x fem!reader

genre: fluff

summary: being a graduate student has been the most draining period of youth. you had submissions to do, projects to finish, and even essays to write. having burnout and stress all at once just makes you want to end it all, but luckily for you, you still have one task you've been wanting to achieve, to make carlos madrigal proud of you.

tags: modern high school au, burnt-out reader, mentions of fainting throwing up and academic stress, cursing

note: this is most especially dedicated to @pochi-moochika please ik youre asleep rn but brother pls get well fucking sooner god i miss being chaotic with you *violently sobbing*

As rewarding as it may be, graduating wasn't easy. In order to reach for the top, one must walk up the stairs of progress that comes with numerous tasks and challenges that determines your will to reach the goal. Unfortunately for someone as chill and nonchalant as you, it was weeks of torture and agony prior to the final celebration. 

You were a good student since little now that you think about it. It was just because of the pace of growing up, adulting, pressure to finish what you can't, they all burdened you. To the point where you procrastinate and easily give up. It has been like this for the past few weeks and now you're paying the price.

Graduation is almost 2 weeks away and you are still yet to pass on some of your pending assignments. 

You groaned in exhaustion as your hands made its way to your face, your elbows resting perpendicularly atop the cluttered desk. It was already 2AM and your emails have been pouring non-stop, teachers asking for your progress and waiting for your response. You didn't have the energy to respond to them with what you still didn't have so you simply ignored them. You shut them out and closed your eyes for a few seconds, taking in at least a minute of rest before you're faced with reality again.

Just as you were about to take in the serenity and peace, you were interrupted by a 'ding' sound. A notification from the discord app. You blinked your eyes and sighed to open your laptop and your eyes almost popped out from your sockets to see who messaged you at this hour.

Carlos Madrigal, one of the school officers and if you were to be honest, the one you're attracted to. 

Carlos: hey,, u need help? with yk other tasks and such

You gulped. You've interacted with Carlos before, despite his cold and intimidating look, he was nice to you. Though he never openly showed you care, there were times when you felt it. Unfortunately his cool but lowkey-kind demeanor made you fall down the rabbit hole and you were down bad. So him messaging you at this hour brought you more energy than the commercial drink set by your table.

You: lmao its aight im good.. i think i can do this

Carlos: Y/N, its 2AM and i saw how many things you still need to do 

Carlos: give me some of the modules you still haven't done

Carlos: i'll answer them

Now if you were to be honest, you hate letting others work for you. You had a thing for your ego and it would falter immediately if you shown any ounce of weakness or failure to someone else. In this scenario though, you were desperate. And as much as you hate having let your crush answer your homework for you, there wasn't any other choice available.

You: fine

You: can you answer them here w me

Carlos: sure

And that was how your night of stress took a 180 degree turn. When you saw Carlos join the discord voice call, your heart paced even faster. As if you were palpitating with caffeine but instead of coffee, it was his voice. The sound of his microphone and audio transmission on his end made his voice even lower and raspier. He sounded like he was tired but every time you insist on letting him go to bed, he would always stay behind to help you. 

And it went on for many days.

Carlos was the only one who was willing enough to help you with your last minute requirements. It lifted a bunch of weight from your shoulders, but not entirely. Every night you and Carlos would be on vc to answer activities together. Lucky for him he finished it a few days ago so it was easy to help you. You on the other hand, felt like you were burdening him but never got the chance to tell him so. 

It went on for a few more days and you were finally done with your lacking projects. Carlos and you got even more closer than before to the point of sleep calling and pet names. You finally got to know more about him during these times of stress. You found out that you two loved horror movies, Carlos would often share his screen to watch a movie with you even. You also found his way of affection quite, unique? He would cover it up with insults and if ever he gets soft, he would instantly claim it as a joke and call it cringe. It was his thing and it made you adore him even more knowing that he genuinely tries.

Tonight was the night before the two of your graduation. Carlos wasn't nervous, he was ready. But you however, you were jittery and nervous, and Carlos can tell. Right now on vc, he made sure that he wants to make you feel better and calm for at least a small amount.

You turned your camera on the same time Carlos turned his. He was on his desk, seeming to be writing something while you were leaning on your right palm, staring at your hands trembling from nervousness.

"You see this shit? It's involuntarily shaking like a damn chihuahua" You trailed off, showing your hand to the camera. Carlos looked at it and slightly widened his eyes.

"You're really nervous huh?"

"Yeah." You put down your hand and looked at the walls of your room. "Sometimes I hate my hands, they always snitch on me when I'm anxious. They also look weird" 

"No they don't." You saw Carlos standing up from his chair to walk off-cam. 

"They do"

"I'll prove you wrong" You heard Carlos' voice from his mic, it seemed like he was far away. 

"And how will you change my mind?"

"I'll hold your hand to let you see how you should love them like I do" 

When Carlos said those words, you almost dropped your head down to the desk. You were taken aback from his bold move and your eyes widened. Impulsively, you muted yourself and hid your face from the camera as you ducked down to your desk and squealed. 

You stayed in that state for a couple of seconds until you heard clattering of objects from Carlos' mic that made you look up. He was on his way back to his chair but he brought along a guitar with him. You unmuted yourself and showed your face back to the camera but it was more red as it used to be. Carlos then asked you a question that made your entire night even more heart fluttering.

"Send me your favorite song, I'll try to sing it"

—

D-Day.

It was graduation day. You were all dolled up by your family. You wore a pretty dress and your hair was neatly styled ready for pictorials and whatnot. When you arrived at the venue, you haven't seen Carlos yet so you sit on your seat waiting for preparations to take place.

While you were gazing at the decorations for the stage, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned back and saw Carlos and instinctively, you threw yourself to his arms. He caught you with ease and embraced you even tighter while chuckling.

"You ready?" Carlos asked as he pulled away from the hug, careful not to mess your hair. When you nodded back to him, he smiled and bid you a temporary goodbye as the program began to start.

Nervousness filled your body. You shivered and your legs were bouncing the more names get called and the more it gets closer to yours. Carlos was in a different class however so he was called first. He looked so good it made you lose all your anxiety in just seconds. The way he walks coolly towards the stage and received his diploma with a half-lidded smirk, it made you swoon. For a second you swore you saw him glance at your eyes and gave you a small wink, making you lose your composure. You covered your face by hiding to the person in front of you.

By the time your turn comes, you almost looked like there was no more blood pumping in your body. It all seemed like a blur as you walked up to the stage, faced the bright light covering the audience and took your diploma. You smiled at the camera and almost ran down the stairs to exit. On the way to your seat you met Carlos and this time, he was the one to storm in your way to give you a tight embrace. 

"I'm so proud of you!" He yelled, combatting the loud speakers and music. You laughed and buried your face in his chest.

"Couldn't have made it this far without you, Carlos" You were about to call yourself insane and delusional when you felt a pair of lips lightly kiss the crown of your head. 

—

After the ceremony, Carlos insisted he takes you out to celebrate. He takes you out to your favorite restaurant for lunch and decides to spoil you by paying for it all. It made you flattered seeing how he went all the way just to be with you. As much as he tried denying that it was a date, you couldn't help but feel like it was. 

Carlos spent the rest of the afternoon with you. After lunch the realization of your success finally sinks in and it gives you, mixed emotions? You were happy that you managed to graduate but now looking back at it, you did poorly on some of the tasks and you regretted it. You regret how you procrastinated your way to the end of the semester and even brought Carlos into it. He noticed your change in demeanor and insisted he takes you home to rest. 

When you arrived home, you felt weak, drained, tired. It was as if the moments of you suffering in pain has sunk in harder now. The times where you were overworked made you nauseous.

You also had your image to keep, and being weak in front of Carlos wasn't something you wanted to show. As much as you hated letting him see you so unwell and tired, he still insisted he helps you. When you threw-up he held your hair, when you were on the verge of fainting he carried you all the way to your room, and when your head was spinning in pain he scourged through the medicine cabinets to give to you. Soon enough you felt somewhat better, but not too much. 

"Carlos?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you stay here?" 

"Sure" 

Carlos slowly walked towards the edge of your bed. When he saw that you moved to the side to make space for him, he slowly joined you. 

"Can I hug you?" "You don't have to ask, Y/N"

And just like that, you felt warmth and comfort in his arms. Carlos hugged you gently, whispering soft tunes to soothe your mind. You moved to a more comfortable position and plopped yourself on top of him as you laid your head on his chest, feeling the loud pounding of Carlos' heart. He tried to look away but his eyes were stuck on you. Carlos reached out for a make-up wipe on your bed side table and slowly lifted your head to meet his as he carefully removes your make-up. It didn't take long for you to melt to his touch as the product felt cool on your skin and the weight of the cosmetics making you feel more light and free. 

"You okay now?" Carlos softly whispered, wiping the underside of your eyes. His smile slightly faltered at the sight of your eyebags. 

"A little. I still feel sick, sorry"

"Don't be sorry, you did nothing wrong" 

"I did" You whispered and furrowed your eyebrows. "I got you to do shit for me, I messed up while walking, I- ugh"

"Hey, look at me." Carlos called you, he traces your jaw to make you look at him. 

"I'm proud of you no matter what. I'm always fine helping you and you know that. You suffered through much and I'll still be with you from then on, okay?"

You closed your eyes and face-planted yourself to his chest. You can feel the vibration coming from Carlos lightly chuckling at you. While you were at your spaced out thoughts, you felt fingers make its way to your hand. In the spur of the moment, you felt Carlos intertwine his fingers against yours, his thumb lightly brushing near the back of your palm. You suddenly remembered your old conversation with him about your hands, flustered at the thought of him staying true to his word. His other hand left your hair as it travelled to your temples, gently massaging them. Carlos hummed a small tune in hopes to relax you.

It did. 

It was as if time has slowed down. You were afraid to let this moment end, when you're met with reality and all of the burdens that came along with it. Now, you focused on the present. You were safe and sound in his embrace, and you couldn't ask for a better place to spend eternity in. 

Before you were about to doze off to dreamland, you heard Carlos mumble those words you've been longing to hear ever since. 

"I'm so proud of you, I hope you know that Y/N"

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[favoure]

hi! im not sure if someone asked u this before but what got you into desert duo? I just love them so much and would love to hear how u interpret their relationship!!

oh anon u've opened the floodgates (LIKE GENUINELY i went on a ramble here i. dont even know if any of this makes sense i m so sorry i m BAD AT WORDS THIS IS WHY I SHOW MY APPRECIATION FOR THEM BY DRAWING INSTEAD)

SO IT ALL STARTED ON THE 25TH OF NOVEMBER.... i decided to watch 3rd life bc last life ended just recently n thought "oh might as well watch ll's prequel.... idk if its gonna be any good thooo wdym its Only 3 lives n not randomized n theres no boogey system what....." omfg i was. So Wrong to think that bc after leaving grian's pov on in the bg i got invested and cheered for them n their silly little shenanigans together as the eps went on and By 2am i was. an ugly sobbing mess on my bed something in me Snapped fr when it came to That Scene in the pond...... i had to pause the video and take a few minutes for myself like That kinda invested yk ........

GOD REALLY JUST LIKE !!! SEEING GRIAN GO FROM FORCED SERVITUDE BC OF HIS GUILT TO UNCONDITIONAL LOYALTY SOMETHING ABOUT IT MAKES ME SOO SOOOOO????? HELLOOOOOO ???????? [BAWLS MY EYES OUT] ugh i love them sm they make me feel bonkersssss.... the more i think about it its like. the Devotion the way scar grew on grian yk like that realization that maybe Maybe. he doesnt mind dedicating one of his entire lives to this man ...... and then him reaching yellow and Even Red and Still staying by scar's side until the very end OTL

i just rewatched the first few eps yesterday too n grian didnt even want to be involved w scar's silly silly sand monopoly plan literally his first few hours w him is just him yelling at others to Not Listen to scar but like. when scar told him that the llama's name was pizza and when he told grian in the most deadpan way that he's going to murder them n grian just Burst out laughing And even later on when scar turned red n asked "can we still be friends?" he replies with "well yeah technically i still owe you my first life so... until i become yellow, i still gotta do what you say" LIKE. HEY. ALL THOSE MORNINGS SPENT WATCHING HIM LOOK SILLY CHASING RABBITS AROUND HEY HES GROWING ON U ISNT HE ...... by the last few eps this mfer rlly.... "is this where we show our true allegiance? to each other and only each other?" how can i NOT go insane after seeing All of that oh my god IS THIS ANYTHING [draws them beside each other or holding each other for the 29th time (yes u heard that right 29th time I've Counted)]

[mendesblurb]

A Delicate Daydream

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning: fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

Note: The classic, Brother’s best friend :) and I’m still not over SOL acoustic version, so there a few lyrics references. Click here to listen to the acoustic version

the story is kinda random and unedited but I love the song and the lyrics…hope you guys enjoy. Do let me know what you think about this story :)

The soft sunlight rays coming from the hotel glass window was slowly making its way to your skin, causing you to wake up.

It felt like a dream, what happened between the two of you last night.

The way he was tracing shadows of rain down your back, how you brought him over the edge, how both of you spend majority of the night time learning each other's shapes and how both of you were just taking things slow.

He haven’t felt like time stop ticking in a long time, maybe even ever. And he can only hope that it was just the beginning with you.

Right now his eyes were still closed, his arms were still wrapped around your middle and your lips pressed up against his neck. You can still feel the warm air as it glides over your sensitive skin. You smile up at him and run a soft hand through his hair and he startle a little before holding you tighter.

You love staring at him; his curled eyelashes, mused from sleep, and the way his messy hair looks. He can’t help but lean down and brush a kiss to your forehead as he gently blink an eye open.

You smiled softly, “Good morning.” You kissed his chin, your lips somehow find its way to his dimple too.

“I love waking up next to you.” He mumbled and leaned in to kiss you. The kiss was slow as both of you were definitely still feeling sleepy. Both of your lips meet chastely before he run a hand down your side, sending a chill down your spine.

Your skin is bare and his touch was simply electric. You settle your hand on his hip and he realizes that both of you were still undressed from the night before. He was hyperaware on how your naked body was still pressed up against his.

“The feeling is mutual.” You smiled at him and kissed his cheek again.

“God, I could get use to this.” He muttered and your hands went to his hair again, playing with the soft curls.

You two stayed like that for a while, you playing with his hair while he just continue to stare at you with love in his eyes.

“What time is it?” You asked after a few minutes of silence. He stretched his arm to get his phone from the night stand without moving an inch of his body. He checked the time and wrapped his arm around you again.

“It’s 7:00am.” He muttered and hid his head in the crook of your neck. You sighed and kissed his forehead.

“I should go back to my room.” You mumbled out and tried to move but Shawn’s arms around you only tightened.

“No! please stay.”

“Shawn, you know I can’t. My brother might barged in here any second and you have to attend the Vmas rehearsal.” You said but he didn’t move again.

“I really want you to stay. I want you to stay forever. I want to wake up next to you every morning. I want to share a bed with you every night. I want to fall asleep next to you; I want your shallow breathing, subtle scent and warm body next to mine every night. I want to have brunch with you, join you in the shower afterwards. I want lay under a tree and read you a book. I want to kiss you in public without being worried. I want to hold your hand whenever and wherever I go. I don’t want to ever say goodbye, unless we drift off to sleep. I want to roll over at 2am to find you next to me instead of being one text away." He smiled and pull you closer to his chest.

“I want all of that too, Shawn. I want it more than anything.” You whispered and kissed his chest.

“I love you, Y/N. I can’t do this sneaking stuff anymore, we should tell Brian soon.” He said.

“I love you too Shawn, but I’m scared. Aren’t you scared of losing your best friend?”

“Yes I’m scared of losing my best friend but, I’m more scared of losing you.”

“You won’t lose me, I promise you.”

“Then we just have find a way to tell your brother eventually.” He said and you kissed him as a sign of agreement.

After a few minutes you tried to move away again from his hold but he didn’t let you.

“Shawn! I really have to go.” You said and he kissed your cheek before closing his eyes.

“Two more minutes, baby.” He muttered and you sighed, putting your head on his chest. He kissed your forehead,cherishing every second.

Right here, right now he truly felt that this relationship was the most precious thing but it was also the most delicate thing ever as real time ,work obligations and other people’s perceptions could simply burst this precious bubble.

He knew how wrong it actually was to go behind his best friend’s back and fall in love with his sister but Shawn couldn’t help himself. How could he control himself? when he was certain that other than meditation and tequila he only needed you to be his one and only Señorita.

So, for now when it’s just the two of you tangled in the sheets he would like to think that there was nowhere else for him to go to and he can only pray that it won’t the last time he could share this delicate daydream with you.

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[doctorstethoscope]

The Right Chapter 2 || Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Hello besties, laptop is going haywire but for the moment we are back!! 

Read chapter 1 of this fic here!

TW: This chapter contains swearing and descriptions of domestic violence. Please read at your own discretion! 

wordcount: 2.6k

tagging: @the-modernmary @greeneyedblondie44 DM to be added to the tag list :) 

Josh fell asleep on your ride home. You roused him gently as you pulled into your designated parking spot outside of your apartment.

“Josh,” You whispered, pushing at his shoulder gently. “Come on, we’re home. It’s late. Let’s go to bed.” 

He jerked awake. “Fuck. I was sleeping. Jesus.” He barked. 

“Sorry, baby. We’re home.” You repeated.

“Don’t know why you even bother calling it home. You’re never fucking here.” Josh grumbled, clumsily unbuckling his seatbelt and sliding out the passenger seat of the car. He went on ahead as you went into your backseat to gather your go-bag and purse. When you got to the front door, he was still fumbling with his house key. 

“Here, let me.” You took the key from his hands gently, unlocking the deadbolt and opening the door. 

Before you could even turn around, you were on the floor in the doorway, your nose slamming into the carpet. You were bleeding onto the floor, your blood soaking the tan fibers. It takes you a moment to realize that he’d pushed you. 

“Josh, what the--” a well placed kick to your hip cut off your protest before you could finish it. You rolled over, looking up to see him panting, with angry eyes. 

“You think you’re real slick huh? Staying late at work with the boss? Jesus, sweetheart. I thought you were better than getting a promotion on your back.”

“We were working, Josh. There’s nothing else going on there.” You argued, scrambling backwards away from him and propping yourself up on your elbows. You know that there should be some sort of instinct kicking in, one that allows you to disarm him as if he were an unsub, but you feel helpless as you struggle to put distance between the two of you. He followed you across the room, kneeling over you and pinning you against the floor before delivering another harsh slap to your already-swollen cheek. 

“Listen to me when I’m talking to you.” He growled, and you gulped. He smirked, before grabbing you by the hair and throwing you against the closest wall. You see stars, but you will yourself to stay awake. You’re scared of what he might do if you can’t fight back. 

“Oh yeah? Just working, at 2AM when everyone else is gone? And what was that he called you? Invaluable.” He spits out, pulling you up roughly by your forearms. He leaned in close, presumably to intimidate you. You don’t give him the satisfaction, looking him in the eye and doing your best not to let your glare betray your fear. “Well, we’ll see about that.” He smirked, reaching an arm around to take your gun out of its holster, placing it against  your chin. Your face dropped. 

“Josh… Joshua, you’re drunk. Let’s just go to bed, okay? I’m sorry I was out late. I’ll make it up to you in the morning. I swear.” You’re frantic, your training leaving you once again. De-escalate, de-escalate, de-escalate. “I’m sorry, baby. It won’t happen again, I promise. I’ll request a transfer so I don’t have to travel anymore.” 

He chuckled. “Okay, dear. We can talk in the morning. I’m going up to bed. Get that blood out of the carpet, will you?” He placed your gun on a nearby end table.

He kissed you on the forehead before he went to the bedroom, but the gesture had never been less comforting. He left you there, standing against the wall, blood streaming down your face. You slid down the wall, knees curled up into your chest on the floor, regulating your breath for a few minutes before you rose again. You holster your gun before tending to the blood on the carpet, realizing belatedly that you can’t get it clean because you’re still dripping all over the stain. You chuckled a little, although none of this is really all that funny, sitting back on your heels and looking up at the ceiling, wondering how the fuck you ended up here. Realizing you had no clue what time it was, you reached out your work phone, seeing a missed text from Aaron. 

Please let me know that you’re safe.

You looked around, at your blood on the carpet, at the dent your head had made in the drywall when Josh threw you against it. You brought a gentle hand to your face, feeling how your nose was definitely not in the same place it was when the day had started, and you sighed. Things with Josh were never perfect-- but this was too far. You texted Hotch back. 

I need help. 

Hotch could have easily blamed his inability to fall asleep on the cups of coffee you both had been drinking well into the evening, but he knew that wasn’t the case. If that were so, there was no reason for him to be flicking his eyes over to his phone every three minutes. But here he was, in his study, file open in front of him, and not a word of it absorbed.     

Finally, finally, his phone buzzed. He unlocked it fervently, anxious for the assurance that you were fine. Your text provided no such assurance. 

“Are you safe right now? Do you need medical?” He texted back, trying to keep his head for your sake. 

“Not urgently. Can’t stay here.” 

“You alone?”

“He’s asleep.” 

“On my way. Pack a go bag.” 

“Don’t come in. Light sleeper. Just text.”

You were suddenly grateful for the load of laundry you’d left in the dryer that morning, tossing it all in your go bag without folding it. When you realized that you didn’t know when or if you’d be back here, you took the lockbox off the top of the fridge and pulled out all of your important documents-- your passport, birth certificate, social security card--you tuck them all into a file folder as you feel your phone buzz. 

“Outside.” Hotchner texts you plainly. You gingerly pick up your bags and slip out the door, careful not to make any noise. 

Hotch is out of the car in an instant once he sees you-- he doesn’t know what he expected, exactly, but somehow you look worse, even from a distance. 

“Hey, hey, give me that.” He said, taking your bags from you. “You said you didn’t need medical.” He said, accusatory, but not mean. 

“I said not urgently. I didn’t want you to send an ambulance.” You told him. “I feel fine. I just need advil.” You said as the two of you climbed into his SUV. 

He looked you over, incredulous. Your nose was definitely broken, and he couldn’t tell in the dark of the night, but he was pretty sure you were still bleeding. Your cheek was swollen from where he slapped you, and you were sporting a black eye, likely a complication of the nose. And that was just what he could see. He shuddered, although he tried to hide it from you. 

“We’re going to the hospital.” He said, turning his key in the ignition and taking off.

“Hotch, I just want to sleep. Please. I’ll take myself to the hospital in the morning, I promise.” You practically begged. 

He turned his head towards you. The only thing he wanted more than to give in, in that moment, was to make sure that you were safe. “Did you hit your head?” He asked, 

“What?” You asked. 

“Did you bump your head at all, when everything happened?”

“Yeah,” you told him, running a hand over your head and feeling the tender bump that was forming there. You cringed, and Aaron caught it. 

“I’m sorry, but we need to take you to the hospital. You probably have a concussion.” He apologized. 

“I really don’t want to go through the whole ‘you were clearly involved in a domestic dispute’ thing that they’re going to do,” you complained.

“You don’t have to answer any questions you don’t want to answer. I just need to make sure you’re okay. Everything else goes at your pace.” He promises you, sneaking a glance away from the road and over to your face. You’re already looking back at him. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

Already looking back at the road, Hotch took one hand away from the wheel and gave your forearm a quick squeeze in response. You drove in silence for a few moments before Aaron pulled into the hospital.

“Alright, let’s get this over with so we can get you to bed.” He told you, climbing out of the car before coming over to your side to help you walk. Truth be told, you didn’t really need assistance, but your hip hurt so badly that you were limping, and it seemed better to have Aaron slowed down by helping you, rather than just by watching you. 

The emergency room was, thankfully, deserted, and you were seen relatively quickly. Aaron offered to stay in the waiting room but you asked him to come with you. 

“I, uh. I don’t really want to be left alone right now, if you don’t mind.”

“No, no, of course not.” He said, standing and following you and the nurse. 

“What brings you in, dear?” The nurse asked, moving slowly to accommodate your pace. 

“My boyfriend beat the shit out of me.” You said, figuring she might make it easier if you  just bite the bullet, and Aaron shot you a glance. You shrugged in response, and then noticed the nurse’s eyes shifting between the two of you. 

“Oh, no. Not him.” You assured her with as big of a smile as you could muster, given the amount of pain that you were in. “He’s a friend. He picked me up.” You explained as she led the two of you into an exam room, shutting the door behind you. Aaron helped you up onto the exam bed gently, choosing to stand nearby rather than sit in the chair provided.

“Okay, ma’am. Our policy for domestic disputes is not to involve police unless requested by the victim.” You cringed at her word choice. “We don’t want this to be more stressful than it already is. What we do instead, is we take a detailed account of everything that happened to cause you bodily harm, and if you decide to pursue any legal action, we can send those records along on your behalf. So can you tell me what happened tonight?” 

You glanced over at Aaron before you started, taking a deep breath. He wasn’t going to like this. You told the nurse, clinically, what had happened, leaving out the things he had said to you for Aaron’s sake. You did your best to keep your emotions in check, although regurgitating everything that had happened was making you feel sick. You glanced over at Aaron-- his jaw was set, his mouth in a straight line, nostrils flaring, even as he stared at the linoleum tile on the floor. You closed your eyes and attempted to zone out as you continued, as if you could distance yourself from the emotions by imagining that it was just a story you were telling. 

“And then he pulled my gun out of my holster---”

“Ma’am, do you have a gunshot wound?” The nurse interrupts you, voice slightly panicked.

Oh, shit. You probably didn’t need to include that part. Your eyes are open in an instant, and you look over at Hotch. He’s pissed, and not looking at the floor anymore.

“No, no. Sorry, that is um--- that’s clinically insignificant. He didn’t fire the gun or strike me with it. That’s how it ended.”

“Okay, hon. Why don’t you get changed,” she said, handing you a hospital gown, “and I’ll send the doctor in in just a second.” 

“Thank you,” you said, and Aaron echoed his thanks. 

“Clinically insignificant?” Aaron asked incredulously as the nurse shut the door. 

“Can you turn around? I need to change.” You deflected.

He turned to face the wall as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “He pulled a gun on you, (y/n).” He shook his head as you quickly changed. 

“I know. I’m sorry. You can turn back around now.” You told him.

“No, I’m sorry. How long has this been going on for? How did I not notice?” He asked as he turned to see you, practically swimming in the oversized gown.

“I think we all work really, really hard not to be profiled, Aaron.” You tried to comfort him.

He was interrupted before he could respond by the doctor knocking and then swinging the door open.

“Good evening, folks.” The smiling blonde woman said. “Let’s get you home so you can sleep some of this off, yeah?” 

It takes a couple of hours, but you’re sent home with a nose that’s set back in place, as well as a prescription for enough pain killers to put a large dog in a coma, in addition to the confirmation that you did, in fact, have a concussion. Your hip, thankfully, was just bruised. 

“She needs to be woken up every couple of hours for the rest of the night and the day tomorrow. Just to be safe.” The doctor told Hotch. 

“Not a problem.” He said resolutely. 

“Do you have any questions?” She asked, turning to you. 

“When can I go back to work?”

“Well, if you work at a computer--”

“I work for the justice department. So, I guess I’m really asking about field work.” You clarify.

“At least ten days, and that’s if you’re feeling better.” She said, giving you a stern look. You visibly deflated, knowing that if the doctor said ten days, Hotch wasn’t letting you in the field for at least twenty. 

“Thank you, doctor.” Hotchner said, placing a hand on the small of you back as she opened the door and allowed you both out. 

“Of course. Call us if anything changes.”

You trudged out to the car in an exhausted silence, sure that you’ll fall asleep as soon as the car starts moving. Once you’re buckled in, Hotch speaks. 

“I’ll tell Strauss that we aren’t coming in today,” he says offhandedly as he cranes his body back to pull out of the parking spot, his arm strewn across the back of your seat for leverage.

“We?” You questioned. 

“You need to be woken up every two hours. I can’t exactly do that from the office.” He reminds you. 

“I can just set an alarm on my phone, it’s not a big deal.” 

“Uh huh, and when the alarm doesn’t wake you up because you have a brain bleed?” He’s teasing you, but you also know him well enough to know that there is a very real twinge of anxiety behind it. 

“Hotch,” you scoffed at his joke, breaking into a smile despite yourself. “I don’t need you to take care of me.” You added more seriously. 

“I know you don’t.” He placates you. “But will you let me do it anyways? Plus, you’re not the only one who didn’t sleep last night.”   

“I guess that’s my fault.” You admitted. 

“Hey, I’m glad you called me. And I’m also glad the bureau has a generous sick leave policy. We both need it right now.” 

You can sense that this is an argument that you’re not going to win, and even if you could, you don’t have the energy to try. You close your eyes and lean back against the headrest in the car, giving him a resigned nod before you fall asleep.

[trashy28]

Get Some Rest (Tech x Reader)

Warnings: None, fluff

Pairing: Tech x GN!reader

Word Count: 889

Summary: After a long tiring mission, the bad batch is exhausted and you convince Tech to take a break and sleep.

A knock at your door aboard the Marauder pulls you out of the half-asleep daze you had worked yourself into over the past few days. The mission you and the boys had gone on was tiring enough but having to report every little detail increased that by tenfold. Just as you are throwing your legs over the side of the bed, Crosshair forces his way into your room and situates himself on the spare crate of rations next to your makeshift desk. You shoot him a questioning glance only for him to consciously continue ignoring you as he puts a toothpick between his lips. Rolling your eyes and moving out of bed, you walk towards him and hoist yourself up onto your desk. Testing your luck, you ask, "So? Are you going to tell me what's going on or are you just going to sit there and glare a hole into my wall?"

Crosshair scoffs and finally turns to look at you before saying, "Y'know. Tech." He goes back to looking around your room to try and find another object to subject to his death stare. With a light tap of your foot on his knee, his attention is brought back to you just in time to see you making a hand motion for him to continue talking. He lets out a deep sigh before leaning forward to put his hand on his forehead in a soothing motion, "Hunter complained about still being able to hear his mumbling. Get him to shut up and sleep?" It has more of a questioning notion to it, something that the average person wouldn't notice when talking to him. With a firm nod, you get up and pat Crosshair's shoulder twice as you make your way out of your room.

Out in the main hall of the ship, it seemed like it would be a quiet night, except for the quick mumbling and noises coming from a while away in front of you. Wrecker went to bed the same time you did after dinner so you could only assume he was fast asleep in his room. Like I should've been before a lovely interruption, you remind yourself. Hunter was in his room already too doing who knows what. As you continued making your way to the front of the ship, you knew you could expect Tech to be there, he was usually the pilot of the Havoc Marauder, plus he's the only one out of the crew to be talking to himself this late.

"Tech," You let out softly as you enter the cockpit. Tech startles, jumping up slightly in his seat and dropping the datapad he was holding.

"Oh, it’s just you! What are you doing up? " He asks as he bends down to pick up the datapad.

You chuckle a little as he continues to get back to where he was on the datapad before he dropped it, moving forward only when he pats the armrest of the seat next to him. Once settled in the seat you answer him, "Two of your brothers, I'm sure you could guess who, wanted me to get you to stop mumbling to yourself."

"I wouldn't be talking to myself if one of them would have stuck around to hear what I was going to say," He grumbles, causing your head to immediately snap towards him. He was still looking at the datapad, but now with more downturned features.

Reaching across the space in-between your seats you place your head on Tech's shoulder causing him to give you a sideways glance before his view returns to the datapad. "You know if you ever want to talk about the data you collected about a recent mission you could come find me, right?"

Having put his full attention on you, Tech lets out a soft, "Really?" causing you to smile at him and nod.

"I would love to hear about what you have to say, but as of now I think you need rest too," You say standing up from your chair as you make your way over to Tech. Now standing to the side of him, you wrap your arm around his shoulders, and place your chin on top of his head and add, "Plus I want to go back to sleep. Crosshair is still up so I can get him to take your place up here for right now."

Tech tilts his head up and makes eye contact with you as you flash him a smile. He starts to shuffle around in his seat you begin to move, expecting him to start to get up to get ready for bed. Instead, he brings his hands up to your arms holding you in place just before quickly kissing your cheek and pulling away. Rolling your eyes, your smile widens as you shift your hands to the sides of his face and lean in placing your lips to his. The kiss was quick as you both pulled away after only a few seconds, but it held more meaning to both of you than saying "I love you" out loud when his brothers were still up.

Shifting your hand down into Tech's, you pull him out of his seat and start dragging him away from the cockpit and towards your room to sleep for the next few hours.

A/N: okay this is my first fic so I'm kinda feeling bleh about it (plus its 2am) but ahhh i hope you guys liked it and i kinda feel like i want to write a part 2 for it

[goldencherryhazz]

my stress reliever

Sub!h x reader

Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving) fluff and some swearing

A/N: so the grammys are tomorrow and I am not prepared physically or mentally, so I decided to write a little something to calm myself. Its nearly 2am so there’s probably a load of mistakes! Pls don’t copy my work. Hope you enjoy!

It was the night before the Grammys and Harry had to admit he was feeling a bit stressed but even more nervous, he was so grateful for the fact that he would not only be opening the show, but that he had been nominated for not one, not two, but three Grammys.

When he got the phone call from his manager Jeff he was over the moon and y/n was jumping for joy, whilst hugging Harry, he was also pretty sure he saw a couple tears slip down her cheeks. That feeling lasted for weeks, but now with less than 24 hours to go the nerves had definitely set in and he didn’t know how to soothe them and had been basking in his troublesome thought for the past 40 minutes.

Y/n was currently out shopping for some essentials but Harry wanted her to be no where else except in his arms, they had both become a bit clingy towards each other during the pandemic, they had heard lots of couples break up or get divorces, but with Harry touring all over the globe and y/n having to stay put for her own jobs hey were more than happy to spend months on end together.

When he heard the front door open he practically leaped up from his spot on the couch, rounding the corner to the hallway immediately spotting y/n carrying multiple bags, still clad in a coat and woolly hat, her cheeks slightly red from the cold air even though it was nearly half way through March.

‘Hiya baby’ she smiles at him

‘Hi angel, missed you’ he said fumbling with the ends of his fingers.

‘I’ve only been gone about half an hour H’ she chuckled slightly, sensing he wasn’t feeling himself and hadn’t been all day.

‘Wanna come and help me put some shopping away’ she asked starting to take her hat and coat off, before getting a nod of the head in return his shy eyes making contact with hers. She ventured her way through to the kitchen, Harry trailing his way behind her like a lost puppy, starting to feel a bit calmer just due to her presence.

They then started to putting items in their allocated places in their kitchen, working like a dynamic duo somehow knowing wherever the other was at each given moment. Once the last item was put away Harry folds away the bags and puts them in a cupboard to be used another time. He then stands there in front of her, strands of his hair falling into his face in which y/n reaches out to push them back, he nuzzled into the slight touch, craving closeness with his girl. He makes grabby hands towards her in which she immediately complied and crashed into his warm chest wrapping her arms round his shoulders, fingers tangling into his hair. He sighed deeply in contentness but with a hint of worrysome into the crook of her neck ‘what’s going on in that head of yours baby’

‘I’m just worrying about tomorrow’ he speaks honestly ‘there’s just loads of thoughts of what could go wrong running through my head, and I can’t stop them’

‘Well I know that once you get out on that stage you are going to take it and rock the hell out of it, cause that’s just you and no matter how much you doubt yourself I know you are going to be amazing no matter what happens, and I think I can speak for pretty much everyone when I say that, you’re incredible baby no matter if you win a Grammy or not, I don’t really care about a shiny piece of metal I care about you’

‘But what if I mess up the words to the songs, or fall over on stage or something stupid like that’ he rushes out.

‘Your overwhelmed baby, and that’s very understandable because you haven’t really been doing a lot of this stuff cause of the pandemic, you just need to get in the swing of things again, but I’ll be there every step of the way, don’t need to be nervous H I’m here’ she cooed as he wrapped his arms around her tighter.

‘Thankyou angel, I love you, don’t know how much I needed to hear that’ he whispered kissing her neck.

‘I love you too, no need to thank me baby, that’s why I’m here, I’ll always be your moral support. If you want I can stand at the side of the stage with banners and everything,’ she says manoeuvring to grab a tea towel to demonstrate, she starts to swing her hips around, her body going in a circle with her hands in the air that was gripping the towel, whilst cheering ‘go H, go baby, go H, go baby.’ This made Harry laugh, a real laugh immediately lighting up the whole atmosphere. He swore he couldn’t live without this girl, who was dancing around the kitchen and would probably actually do what she was demonstrating on the side of the stage whilst he performed at the Grammys, because she cared about him that much.

‘There’s that smile, missed seeing that on your pretty face today’ she smiled right back at him, glad that he was happy again.

She made her way back to him, hugging him once again placing a kiss to the side of his jaw.

‘Wanna go upstairs and get all snuggy?’ She questioned.

‘Yeah, sounds perfect angel’

‘C’mon then’ grabbing his hand and leading them to their bedroom.

When they were half up the stairs y/n suddenly spins to face him again ‘you know, if your still feeling stressed I can help you even more, pretty sure I could eliminate all of it’

‘And how do you plan on doing that angel’

‘Oh my beautiful boy, the list goes on and on’ she says almost seductively.

They both knew where this was heading so they start to rush more up the stairs, excited to get to the bedroom, and as soon as they are and the door is shut behind them, Harry is pushed so his back was against the door before y/n starts kissing his lips hungrily, biting and sucking hickeys onto his neck making him groan ‘wanna be my baby boy tonight, just want to love you on you, make sure you’re totally stress free, how does that sound baby’

He whimpers at her words he could feel his length harden at her words ‘y-yes angel, want you to take control, wanna be your baby boy’

In turn y/n whimpers feeling her panties get wetter and wetter, she backed him up to the king-size bed, their lip connecting and reconnecting, the head in the room seeming to go up about 10 degrees, Harry loved it when y/n had her way with him, taking control of his pleasure, making him cum so hard he saw stars, he swore she was magical, the fact that he was worrying about every little thing about 20 minutes ago and now not having a care in the world, he could have been in the deepest, darkest whole and she still would be a been able to pull him out.

She turns both their bodies so that Harry’s would be the first to hit the bed, she was kissing him so hard it was making his knees buckle ‘do you want to take your shirt off and lay on the bed for me baby boy’ she says in which he quickly complies, lifting the fabric over his head, to see y/n doing the same taking her bra off at the same time, making him practically drool at the sight of her perky tits just begging to be played with.

He laid on the bed following her instructions, waiting for her to come over to him, and when she did y/n let out a small moan at the sight of his fucked out face and she had barely touched him, she loved it when he was like this, letting her take control when the roles were usually reversed, she just wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel, which was pretty dam amazing.

She leaned over kissing his lips, her tongue diving into his mouth dancing with his own, she pulled away slowly ‘what do you want me to do to you baby’ she asked already knowing the answer ‘want me to play with you cock’

He whimpered and nods, his doe eyes begging her to do something about the tent in his sweats.

‘Use you words baby, wanna hear you say it’

‘P-please angel, want y-you to play with my cock’

‘Okay baby boy’ she reaches down to the tie on his sweats undoing the bow slowly, almost teasing him making him squirm and moan out ‘please touch me angel, m’starting to ache’ she works quicker getting the trousers off of his legs before throwing them somewhere in the room, then going back to pull his boxers down his long legs, his cock finally springing free from its confines and gently hitting his stomach.

Her eyes went wide at the sight of his cock, the tip an angry shade of red leaking precum, the thick veins more prominent, his balls looking deliciously filled with cum, just ready for a release. She lays between his spread legs, wasting no time in gripping his girthy shaft in her hand making Harry throw his head back and stifle out a load moan, she smiled knowing she was making his feel good with only one touch. ‘Who’s made you this hard baby?’

‘You angel, only you’ he moans as she starts bringing her hand up and down his cock, her thumb swirling over his sensitive tip making him groan every time. She then brings her head down, making eye contact with his green orbs as he lifted his up, her lips encased his tip before going down inch by inch until she was about half way, Harry let out a prolonged moan, loving the feeling of her mouth in him. Y/n brought her head up after a few more seconds gasping for air ‘taste so good baby, can’t wait to taste that cum though’ he whimpered his legs spreading even more to give her more room. When she reattached her lips to his shaft she starts bobbing her head up and down, taking him down her throat aswell, her hand tugging the rest ‘feels so good angel’ he says whilst gathering her hair in a makeshift ponytail.

At this point y/n panties were soaked, she managed to get a little stimulation by grazing her clit on the rough fabric of her jeans, making her hum in delight around his cock. She brings her other hand down to his balls, rolling them in her palm. She then comes off his cock with a pop, taking one of his balls into her mouth instead, changing between the two all whilst tugging his cock.

‘M’gonna cum if you keep doing that’ his legs starting to shake around her

‘Well that was my aim, baby’

‘wanna have you wrapped around me when I cum, please angel’ he whimpered

And with that y/n was already unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down her legs, because how could she say no to him, her clit was starting to throb aswell, she smiled knowing that it wouldn’t take long for them both to cum, she straddles him bringing her lips to his once again, he grabbed hold of one of her tits massaging it before tweaking her nipple making her whimper into his mouth. She becomes desperate pulling away quickly before gripping his shaft and lining him up with her entrance, sinking down onto him with ease because of how wet she was. They both let out prolonged moans, loving the feeling of being wrapped around each other ‘pussys so fucking tight, s’like you were made for me’ he moans out, ‘think your cock was made for me too baby boy, stretches me out soo good’ placing both hands on his chest, she whimpers slowly lifting herself up before going back down, making a slow pace. They were moaning in unison the only sound in the room, and small whimpers of ‘baby’ and ‘angel.’ y/n brings her hand down to her clit starting to make small circles, knowing she wouldn’t need much to topple over she was amazed at how fast her orgasm was creeping up on her ‘m’gonna cum baby boy, you close’

‘Yes m’so close, your gonna make me cum so hard’ his legs starting to shake again, one of his tell- tale signs.

‘Cum with me baby’ y/n says not holding back anymore, with a few more thrusts and circles to her clit she was cumming, she whimpered the words ‘baby boy’ over and over, that’s when Harry toppled over he felt his cock twitch and with that he was releasing ribbon after ribbon of cum inside of her, he stopped breathing, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, toes curling, legs shaking practically screaming profanities. He felt like he was on cloud nine, he was gasping for air, a faint ringing in his ears.

Y/n leaned down to his chest kissing a few spots, now utterly exhausted ‘you okay baby’

‘Never cum so hard in my life angel, felt incredible’ he breathes out a lazy smile on his face.

She slowly lifted herself off of him, knowing he would be sensitive before laying down beside him ‘thankyou angel’ he whispers to her

‘What for?’ she asks

‘For making me forget all of my worries, for being my stress reliever, probably would have lost it by now if I didn’t have you’ he says sweetly. ‘I don’t know what I do without you either baby’ she says kissing his lips and then pulling his head to her chest, he nuzzled into her, his long arm draping the duvet over them, before gripping onto her waist.

‘Now go to sleep my beautiful three time Grammy nominated boyfriend, you’ve got a big day tomorrow’

[angryschnauzer]

Stuck

Summary: You are August Walkers maid, and when you are changing the sheets on his massive bed your hand gets stuck between the mattress and headboard. Upon finding you in that predicament August takes control of the situation, however it doesn’t mean you get unstuck any time soon. (Based on a pornhub video i saw at 2am a few nights ago)

Pairing: August Walker x Female Maid Reader (no race or size described) Fandom; Henry Cavill, Mission Impossible: Fallout.

Warnings; NSFW, 18+, Dub-con, Fingering, groping, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, size kink, breeding kink, boob play, anal fingering, double penetration, spanking, spying/stalker behaviour, surveilence, voyerism, unauthorized recording of a sex act, not-great aftercare (he tries), slight dom/sub, the start of a ‘sugar daddy’ arrangement, however no reference to Daddy kink. 

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Stuck

 Ringing the doorbell, you stood anxiously on the doormat outside the expensive apartment, listening for approaching steps but hearing none. So when the door suddenly opened you let out a tiny yelp of surprise, before taking a deep breath to steady your racing heart;

 “Good afternoon Mr Walker”

 The giant of a man stood in front of you, recognition quickly passing over his face when he saw your uniform of black dress and simple black ballet flats;

 “Oh yes, the maid. C’mon in”

 You worked for a high security housekeeping company, strict controls and stringent background checks as you were contracted to the pentagon and the agents and staff that worked there. You always worked on an ad-hoc basis, only visiting homes when clients or agents requested it. This was however the fourth time cleaning Mr Walker’s apartment, always having to work around suitcases littering the halls and various weapons being cleaned and serviced on the kitchen table. 

 Holding your pail of cleaning supplies you waited as he shut the door, talking at you rather than to you;

 “Okay so here’s what you need to do today; clean the bathroom and kitchen, vacuum the rugs throughout, change the bedding and leave in the laundry hamper”

 You nodded;

 “Sweeping throughout too sir?”

 “No need, the Roomba does the smooth floors, it just can’t get onto the deep pile rugs” he hooked an earbud into one ear; “I’m going out for a run, I’ll be two hours”

 Swallowing nervously you nodded, watching as he hooked the other earbud in and left without another word, leaving you staring at the white wood of the door after he’d closed it. 

 Mr Walker both scared and excited you. A beast of a man, he was all muscle, and each time you had visited he had excused himself so not to be there whilst you were. The fact that he was always in a tank top and running shorts that did nothing to hide any part of him had you stretching your concentration to its limits in order to get your job done and not drift off into a fantasy land that you saved for when you were curled up in your own bed.

 Getting to work you started on the kitchen, stacking the dishwasher with the various dirty crockery that littered the room, cleaning the surfaces, sink, stove. Next up you hit the rugs, working quickly as you vacuumed, before heading to the bathroom. 

 Taking a deep breath you opened the door and relaxed. Cleaning bathrooms for single men were what you always dreaded, but at least as you started to cleanse every surface including the toilet, you realised that Mr Walker thankfully had good aim. Finally it was time for the shower, and as you pulled open the glass door and looked down you let out a shriek; the largest spider you’d ever seen sat in the corner. Grabbing the handled loofah you crept a little closer, letting out a laugh when you saw it wasn’t in fact an arachnid; instead it was a clump of dark hair;

 “Well, the man does have a lot of hair” you muttered to no-one but yourself, thinking about how his chest was covered in a mat of soft hair, exposed in the low neck of his running tank. 

 Half an hour later you wiped your brow on the back of your arm. Mr Walkers bathroom had in fact been a nightmare, the man shed more hair than a fucking German Shepherd. Washing your hands and glancing at your watch, you saw that you had fifteen minutes left of the two hours, taking a deep breath before grabbing the clean linens from the closet.

 Mr Walkers bedroom was white. There was no personalisation, no trinkets. Slipping your ballet flats off you climbed onto the bed, mentally taking in the sheer size of it; it must be a super king if not larger. Your mind immediately went south, imagining Mr Walker fucking on the bed, sprawled out as you straddle his face - you had always wondered what that moustache felt like against your skin - and you ride his tongue, or him pile driving you into the mattress, his hard body pressing against every inch of you as he fills you.

 Moving up the bed you tugged on the sheet, cursing as it wouldn’t pull out from between the mattress and headboard. With a huff you shuffled forward, pushing your hands down between them, tugging on the expensive white cotton. Pushing your arm down a little further you could just about feel that it was caught on something, moving to pull back and then it happened… you were stuck.

 “What the...?” you muttered, realisation hitting you that your watch had slipped into the gap and was now preventing you from pulling your arm out. You could feel your heart rate increasing as you struggled to set yourself free, pulling against the strain but it did little to help.  You pushed and pulled and grunted, hiking your dress up so you could widen your stance on the bed, but nothing worked. You frantically looked around to see the time, yet there wasn’t a clock or display in sight, and you could hardly look at your watch. If you didn’t get out of there soon Mr Walker…

 “Well isn’t this a pretty sight…”

 No. Please no. Oh god no. You screwed your eyes shut, the heat of embarrassment rising to your skin;

 “I’m stuck” you whispered, letting out a yelp when you felt the bed dip behind you, feeling his hands gently resting on your hips;

 “Unfortunate for you, maybe not so for me...”

 -

 Five minutes ago.

 August sat in the small room, staring at the laptop screen in front of him. As ideas went, this was both his best and worst idea yet. Installing hidden security cameras in his apartment had been at first simply for security whilst he was away on missions, but he’d found a secondary use for it once the agency had recommended your employers as a maid service. He hadn’t been expecting someone as pretty as you, you had this look of innocence about you that made him just want to corrupt you and ruin you. He may be a bastard but he wasn’t a heathen, so instead of just turning on the charm offensive he had found an abandoned room in his apartment building and set up a small surveillance center. One with a chair, a laptop, a bottle of lube and a box of tissues. 

��August Walker had just spent the last two hours edging himself as he watched you bend over in that knee length dress, adjusting camera angles to see up your skirt as you bent over. August Walker was one step away from full on pervert. And he had no regrets at all.

 That was until he saw you on his bed, and realised you were trapped. Temptation got the better of him, so stuffing his hard dick back into his running shorts, he quickly left the room and silently made his way back to his apartment. 

 He entered and could smell the pleasant scent of the cleaning fluids you’d used, the quiet grunts as you tried to free yourself from your predicament. Toeing off his sneakers he silently made his way through the hallways, suppressing a groan as he saw you on his bed; ass up face down, the fabric of your dress stretched over the tops of your thighs, the fabric moving as you moved to expose glimpses of your buttocks. He pressed a hand over the obscene bulge in his shorts before moving to the bed.

 -

 “Mr Walker!” you squeaked out in surprise; “You’re back… umm I’m stuck, my watch… I can’t get my wrist back through the gap between the headboard and the mattress”

 “Oh… what a shame. Let me help…”

 You were expecting him to move around you, but instead he covered your body with his own and grasped your arms. Your mind was lost as you took in how his massive hands could completely circle your wrists, the weight of him above you almost suffocating, and when he started to tug you knew you were done for. 

 The gentle rocking of your bodies, rubbing against one another was all it took for a moan to leave your mouth involuntarily, the feeling of his hard dick rutting against the crease of your ass making you embarrassingly wet almost instantly. He grunted above you;

 “Huh, well that didn’t work…”

 Pushing himself up he knelt behind you, still pressing his hard-on against your ass as his hands gripped your hips and he tugged gently, however all he did was pull you back against his crotch;

 “This fabric is slippery, hang on a second…”

 Pressing your head to the bed you felt him flip your skirt up, hearing a sharp intake of breath behind you as he took in the bright red thong you were wearing beneath your dress. His warm hands smoothed over your buttocks before gripping onto your hips and half-heartedly tugging again. 

 It was no good, you were too turned on to even object. You’d lusted after your client for weeks, and now you found yourself in this predicament which it was obvious he had no intention of helping you with, but instead had other ideas that you had no desire to object to. You were rocking back against his dick, the quiet moans escaping your throat telling him you were more than into it, so when you felt his fingers curl around the elastic of your underwear and tug them down to your mid-thigh, all you could do was arch your back and present your pussy for his inspection. 

 Thick fingers parted your folds, teasing your nectar to your aching clit where a thumb rubbed hard circles against the sensitive bud. His other hand was lost from you for a moment and you could feel him moving, before you felt the thwack of his heavy dick against your ass. 

 With your hand trapped and your body stretched out you could barely look over your shoulder, but when you did you could see the impressive bulk of your clients body towering over you, the sight making your cunt clench with anticipation.

 “Excited, are we?”

 “Please Mr Walker…”

 “Please what?” You moaned and his quiet chuckle filled the room; “You gotta say it”

 “Please fuck me”

 “Eager little thing, aren’t we?”

 “Please…”

 “Well, as you asked so nicely…”

 He took hold of his dick and dragged the bulbous tip through your folds, dousing himself with your juices before lining himself up with your entrance. When you felt him push just the tip inside you it felt like you were being split open, he must be as thick as your wrist, and as he continued to force his way into your body it felt like he was the length of your forearm.

 “Such a good little slut, taking my dick…” his voice filled your senses as your body fought to relax and allow him deeper, your juices running down your legs where he would rock back and forth to lubricate his girth before pushing another punishing inch in to you. 

 Your velvet walls parted yet gripped him tight, and you could feel every ridge, bump and vein as he started to fuck your tight pussy. With every pull and push your head swam, your body moving back to meet his thrusts as his massive hands gripped onto your hips and he started to slam into you harder and harder. When his hand came down onto your ass the loud smack surprised you just as much as the pain, but you arched your back even more like a bitch in heat. 

 He reached beneath you, tugging at the neckline of your dress with both hands, before the seam of the collar broke and the soft jersey stretched enough for him to tug the fabric down. His fingers caught in the lace cups of your bra, and whilst still plunging deep into you from behind, he was able to let your titties swing free and he grabbed a handful;

 “Such pretty tits. Next time you clean I want you in just your underwear so I can watch them swing. Might get you scrubbing the floors so I can see you bent over and ready for me”

 You shuddered at his words, he already paid a premium for your services, and the electronic tip that he’d sent through had been more than generous, the last visit alone you had been surprised by the triple figures, but more than grateful that you were able to pay the bills.

 His hands had found their way back to your ass, smoothing over the soft skin as he continued to fuck you, the wide ridge that ran along the underside of his length rubbing so beautifully against your g-spot, you were sure you were going to cum soon. 

 He pulled your cheeks apart and you felt him spit on your asshole, the warm liquid pooling for a moment before his thumb started to rub insistently over the brown rose. Burying your head in the soft sheets you allowed your body to relax as he breached your back door with his thumb, the wide digit stretching you as he pushed in as far as he could;

 “This ass is incredible. I can’t wait to fuck it”

 You let out a tiny yelp at the idea of trying to fit his massive cock in your ass;

 “Mr Walker!”

 “Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll make sure you’re stretched out first. Might want to add a plug to the uniform list for next time, make sure you’re ready lubed and stretched for me. But don’t you worry your pretty little head, this time I’m just going to cum deep in this sweet pussy of yours. Are you on birth control? Are you ripe?”

 You hadn’t even considered birth control. Your insurance had stopped covering you a couple of years back, so when you had gone on the occasional date that had ended up between the sheets, you’d simply resorted to condoms;

 “No… no…”

 “Oh yes. I’m going to cum deep inside you, let my seed rest within your womb. God, I’d love to see your belly round with my child, I bet your tits would be even more impressive. Hmmn yes, that’s fucking perfect…”

 You hadn’t thought it possible, but all that he said was turning you on even more, and it wasn’t just you that liked the idea, you could feel him swell within you, his girth growing thicker as his arousal grew. The added stretch was driving you closer and closer to your own orgasm, the dual stimulations of your pussy and ass both being filled had you trembling with need.

 “Are you going to cum for me?” his voice was hoarse and dry, an edge of desperation to it too; “I’m close, gonna shoot my load in you soon. You’d better cum before I do ‘cos once I’m done I’m pulling out and will leave you dripping with my seed and on edge…”

 The threat of being left on the precipice was enough to push your body over the edge, cumming hard as your body held him so tight he thought he wouldn’t be able to pull out. The vice like grip had him throwing his head back as your body milked him, his own orgasm ripping through his body that he came with a roar and a string of expletives. 

 -

 August wasn’t sure if he had ever cum that hard before, but the way your body gripped him so tight he was in no doubt that your pussy was the best he’d ever had - and he’d had a lot - and he knew without a doubt that he was not going to let anyone else ever come near it again.

 As he slowed his thrusts and let you work through the aftershocks of your intense orgasm, he mentally checked off all the things he’d been checking up on; from the details of your financials, your family and education, your social media. He had seen all of them. He had your phone tapped and knew that he was going to be installing spy cameras in your apartment… that was until you agreed to be his. 

 Looking down at your ass he pulled his thumb out of your now loosened asshole, making sure to catch the way it winked as he recorded on his phone, having pulled that out of his pocket soon after he’d started and had recorded himself defiling your body. Giving your ass a smack he relished how the camera picked up the jiggle as the force rippled through you, before grasping a large handful of ass as he pulled out and watched his cum pool at your entrance, before pushing it back in with two thick fingers. Tugging your underwear up your legs from where they had settled around your knees, he made sure the flimsy red mesh covered your hole, quickly getting soaked with his seed as he pushed the fabric against the mess to fully coat it. 

 Finally he shut his phone off and reached towards the headboard, giving it a tug and feeling it lift, watching as you silently pulled your hand free before collapsing on the bed. He carefully unbuckled your wristwatch before rubbing at the sore skin, easing away the chafed skin. He set your hand down carefully and quickly left the room, returning a moment later with a glass of water and holding it to your lips as he helped you sit up. 

 Setting the empty glass on the side, he rubbed your back before attempting to fix your torn collar, finally giving up. He swiped a thumb across your cheek, wiping away the mascara tear stains;

 “Next week you’ll need to be in your underwear and heels. Make sure the plug is well lubricated. I’ll have everything delivered to your address”

 You went to object, to question how he would even know, but then realised… CIA… of course he knew. You pushed yourself to the edge of the bed, finding your shoes and slipping your feet in, standing on wobbly legs as he spoke again.

 “Do as I ask and I’ll let you stay the night so I can fuck your other two holes as well”

 Turning you nodded;

 “Yes Mr Walker”

 “Oh, you can call me Sir now” he turned to leave the room before waving his finger at the pile of fresh linen still folded at the end of the bed; “Remember to finish up before you leave”

 He left the room without another word. You went to object, but just as you did you felt the phone in your pocket vibrate. Quickly checking it your eyebrows practically shot off the top of your head, seeing the tip transfer come through for $2000. Biting your lip, your thumb hovered over the accept/decline buttons, the moral dilemma tearing your mind in two.

 -

 In the hallway August watched his phone. He could see that you’d received the notification of the tip. When he saw your action on the app he smiled and slid the phone back into his pocket, already planning your next visit.

Part 2 >>>

[miraeluc]

he comforts you

prompt: “it was 2am, he was spending his time building his minecraft world - that is until you showed up at his doorstep crying”

pairing: kozume kenma x reader

word count: 983

warnings: tw! depression, reader explains how they feel and it’s not nice, mommy issues, self harm in the form of disordered eating

genre: angst, fluff

NOTE: its a bit short because this drabble is just me dumping all of my emotions out, it’ll get kind of dark, so sorry in advance. also this is based on my situation, but if you feel the same, please feel free to message me. not proof-read

it was 2am.

you were walking to your boyfriend’s house, tears streaming down your face after yet another argument with your mother

this time it was because you never sleep during the night, opting to sleep during the day instead

if only she knew she was the reason you slept the days away.

kenma knew of your mental health

he knew how hard days could get for you and he always tried to be there as much as he could, showing his support in every possible way if it meant it made you feel better. but sometimes, you couldn’t help and shut him out.

he could never break your shell when you got that way, isolating yourself in your own room, not showing any signs of life at all, and it pained him, truly, but all he could do was wait it out until you came to him again.

he still supported you - of course. he texted you every day, reminding you to eat meals, reminding you to brush your teeth and drink water.

sometimes he even stopped by your house to make sure you were still alive - your mother usually being the one to open the door, claiming that “they’re only in bed, no chance of getting to her. being lazy - as usual.”

it irked him to no end.

you weren’t lazy. you were struggling and she was one reason for it.

she was the reason yet she had the guts to talk bad about you.

he usually just dropped off something he wanted to give you, your mother bursting into your room and giving you whatever he brought, but not leaving without starting another argument.

other days, he would (politely) shove past your mother, walking to your room and just laying with you,

no words needed to be exchanged - he already knew. 

but lately, nothing seemed to be stopping you from closing yourself off.

it came to a point where he was truly worried for your health, fearing you didn’t take care of your body as he wished you would

so when he heard the doorbell ring at 2am, he was surprised, but he immediately knew it was you

when he opened the door, only to reveal you, who had been obviously crying a lot, judging by the red and puffy eyes, his gaze softened and he immediately pulled you inside the warmth of his home, away from the dangers the outside world held.

 you immediately broke down crying when he pulled you into a warm hug

“-kenma, what do i do?...” you cried out

he sighed softly, patting the top of your head gently 

“tell me what’s on your mind, angel? only then can i try to help.” he spoke softly, guiding you towards his room, pulling you down on the bed when you arrived, once again wrapping his arms around you 

“i just.. i feel so h-hopeless? lately, i have no motivation to get out of bed because my mother strikes up a fight every time she sees me- all i want to do is sleep.. i’m awake at night, wondering where i went wrong and why i don’t deserve a loving mother too, i sleep during the day only for my mom to wake me up at 6pm to yell at me about how lazy i am-” you stopped, a sob ripping through your lungs

kenma raked his fingers through your hair, letting you know he was listening, giving you the space to speak when ready

“a-and school work’s been piling up.. i think i’m failing most of my classes, but i’m scared to check.. i do-n’t remember the last time i checked my assignments.. all i do is cry all day, i don-’t even eat anymore, i just can’t get up to eat..”

he sighed softly, hand reaching to wipe at your tears 

“y/n, i need you to listen to me carefully. i know how hard it is - and i promise you deserve a loving mother too, it breaks my heart to see you suffer because of her.. but you can’t listen to what she says. as hard as it sounds, you’re not required to keep anyone in your life, even if it’s your mother. you’re allowed to cut her off - of course, it’s a bit hard right now, considering you still live with her, but until then, i’ll need you to stay strong for me and not let yourself get teared down by her harsh words and actions, ok? you’re so much more worth than what she makes you think. as hard as it is, i’ll be here with you, supporting you through whatever stones life throws at you. you will not feel like this forever, pain is temporary, as for your school work.. i can try and help you get back on track, but grades do not define your self-worth so don’t feel like you failed, you need to prioritise your mental health over your grades. i will be here to help you get back up on your feet and i’m happy to be, i’ll teach you how to love yourself, and it’ll be a long way, but you can do it, alright? i’ll forever be here, y/n, i love you.”

he then pulled you up to him, tugging you in a gentle kiss full of love

after he pulled away, he stood up, leaving the room, only to return with a glass of water and some snacks, smiling at you

you sniffled, also smiling

“thank you so much, kenma. i love you”

he shook his head, laying down beside you again 

“think you can stay over for a few days?”

you smiled softly, shrugging “probably, just need to get my stuff.”

just like that, kenma brought back the light that was slowly diminishing in your life, and for the first time in a long time you felt hopeful.

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