#when u sleep next to him; even while asleep and with his eyes fully closed; u have this feeling that he's not -truly- asleep-

[darabeatha]

One (1) more thing

[pupkashi]

Ok so can i request something?

Im currently on my period and i feel my insides tearing apart. Im having rough months cause my roomate who was also my best friend got in a fight with me and blamed me for everything (that wasn't even my fault) and my final term exams are here as well :((( imagine all the pressure

Can i get something soft with toru?my period is killing me and I would KILL to have this man with me rn

a/n: me when a bad bitch tells me to write comforting fluff 🫡 in all seriousness i hope this helps you even a smidge my beloved !!! i know how terrible and hurtful fights with friends can be from personal experience and i hope things get resolved for you soon <3 i love u so so so much you sweet summer child I’m so proud of you & best of luck on exams !

masterlist

sundays are your favorite days, you’ve decided.

sunday means you’ll have a warm, lanky, white haired sorcerer asleep next to you when you wake up. his arms tightly wrapped around your torso with his over grown hair tickling the back of your neck.

it’s sunday morning, and satoru is wrapped around you like a koala bear. there’s soft snores coming from the tired sorcerer, making you wonder what time he got home last night. the clock on the nightstand reads 7:42 am, making you smile. you don’t move or try to turn to face your lover, opting instead for reveling in his warm embrace, letting your eyes close softly and listening to his steady breathing.

satoru is awake by the time you wake up again, he’s drawing light circles on your bare arms. you turn around slowly, finding him laying on his side propped up on one elbow with his head in his hand. part of his hair is spiked up every which way, the other completely flat and there’s stray strands of hair all over his forehead.

“morning sweetheart” he whispers, smiling softly as he wipes away an eyelash from your cheek. the pad of his thumb brushes against your cheek, his hands are a bit calloused and rough, but you don’t care. you let your eyes close at the feeling, smiling before fluttering them open again.

“g’morning toru” you whisper back, smiling as he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead. “d’you get back late last night?” he nods.

“first years had more trouble than i thought they would” he adds on, “you didn’t wait up did you?” there’s a pout on his lips when he sees you nodding.

“not too long though don’t worry” you assure him, flopping onto your back and staring at the ceiling, “knew youd be upset if you found me awake when you got home.” satoru smiles, you had him all figured out and he loved it.

“can’t have my baby losing sleep over me, now can i?” his voice is still raspy and deeper than usual, it makes your stomach flip and your heart stutter.

satoru moves around until he’s got his head resting on your chest, closing his eyes when your fingers find purchase in his hair. you both stay quiet for a bit, your fingers running through his hair and satoru letting his body fully relax under your touch.

“missed you” he mumbles, not opening his eyes. “wish everyday could be like this” the sigh that leaves his lips makes you frown a bit.

“don’t worry angel boy, one day it will be” you assure him, continuing to play with his hair, smiling when you form it into a giant spike before combing it down again. “for now, you wanna make breakfast?”

the sorcerer hums in agreement, standing up and stretching before the two of you head to the restroom, grabbing your respective toothbrushes.

“any plans today?” satoru asks, words jumbled and muffled thanks to the toothbrush in his mouth, but you understand him perfectly. you shake your head ‘no’ the two of you spitting and rinsing your mouths before heading to the kitchen.

there was only one way satoru would eat his veggies, and it’s if you made them in his eggs. while you chopped up some bell peppers, mushrooms and rinsed spinach, satoru put coffee to brew. small talk filling the space of the kitchen as you two slowly woke up.

it’s not long before satoru was wrapping his arms around your waist, letting his head rest on your shoulder as he watched you cook the eggs. he’s placing soft kisses on your neck, smiling when he hears your giggles.

“your hair tickles” you laugh, making no attempt at pushing him off you.

“should i get a trim?” he asks you, laughing when you immediately respond with a quick ‘no!’

before long satoru has two coffees on the dining table, accompanied by two plates of food that you set down moments later. it’s peaceful as the two of you talk, hearing the world outside wake up, cars going up and down the street every five, ten minutes and birds singing sweetly by the bird feeder you’d set up with satoru not long ago.

“think a dove is setting up a nest in the garden” you smile, watching as your lover immediately looks up from his food excitedly.

“really? i told you we should’ve gotten the bird houses!” his eyes are gleaming as he stares out the window, smiling at the sight of two doves at the bird feeder. me and you, he thinks, staying quiet so he could continue to listen to you tell him of the new season premiere tonight.

the day passes slowly, with you two lounging on the couch watching an episode of whatever show you two had started during the week before getting ready for the grocery store.

satoru takes grocery shopping you very seriously, writing down every item you say on a paper list as you check the pantry and fridge. soon enough the two of you are on your way to the store, satoru grabbing a shopping cart and following you as you pick out everything.

he does make himself useful by getting whatever you tell him to, smiling widely when you approve of his fruit picks and sets them in the cart gently. he does all of the heavy lifting, carrying all your groceries in the house in one trip, not even breaking a sweat as he softly sets them down.

the two of you work harmoniously putting everything away, never once bumping into each other and easily understanding what the other wants without having to say a word.

“should we do takeout tonight?” he asks, looking down at you. the two of you freshly showered and now on the couch. your head in his lap as you both wait for the new episode of your show to premiere.

“yeah, what’d you have in mind?” you ask. 20 minutes later the two of you are eating dinner, drinking a bottle of wine satoru picked up on his way back home.

it seems unreal to satoru. being home. no matter how many weekends he spends with you, they all seem to be like a dream. he doesn’t care much for the show on tv, but he still sits with you and watches it for the full hour, listening intently to anything you had to say.

its dark out, and to both you and satoru’s dismay sunday has come and gone all too quickly. you’re both back in bed, in each others warm embrace. conversation topics come and go quickly, the two of you laughing loudly at any little thing.

“oh my god it’s already two in the morning” you gasp, looking at your lover with a shocked expression, “how do we always manage to talk all night?” satoru laughs as you try to pull the blanket over yourself, as if that would instantly make you fall asleep.

“time flies when you’re with the love of your life” he sing songs, joining you under the blanket and looking at you with fond eyes.

“that’s not how that goes” you tease, watching as he rolled his eyes, muttering a ‘come here’ before getting you back in his arms, peppering kisses over your face as you giggle.

“toru you have to be up early!” you scold, the smile on your face is a juxtaposition to your words. and you can’t help but smack him softly when he points it out.

“alright, alright” he sighs, turning off the dim lights and leaving a mixture of moonlight and streetlights illuminating the room. “let’s go to sleep then.”

it doesn’t take long to get cozy, the weeks exhaustion still prominent as you two begin to doze off quickly. satoru tries to keep talking, but his words don’t make much sense as they’re muffled against the top of your head.

“g’night toru, i love you” you whisper, holding him a bit tighter as he replies, already half asleep.

“g’night sweetheart, i love you.”

sunday ends the same way it began. with satoru wrapped around you like a koala, his streaky breathing lulling you to sleep. his body radiating warmth that makes you feel more sleepy. you can hear his soft snores after a couple minutes, it makes you smile.

you don’t dwell on the fact that come tomorrow morning, his side of the bed will be cold and you’ll have to go back to your routine. instead you sigh happily, letting yourself enjoy your lovers company on your favorite day of the week.

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[yyawnjun]

SING ME TO SLEEP

0.7k wc ; sick!reader x dokyeom ; fluff!! ; being sick during summer sucks. I hope y'all are okay and are having beautiful days ; no proofread, so sorry for any mistake !! ; @kflixnet

You could hardly stand up, you were shaking, and you were starting to feel very cold. The problem was that you had chills in the middle of a really hot summer.

You were at home, waiting for your boyfriend to arrive while curled up on the couch with a blanket. He had to work all morning and would return in less than an hour. You weren't at all hungry, even though it was lunchtime.

Even yet, you forced yourself to get up and cook something easy for Dokyeom's meal because you knew he would be hungry. As soon as u stend up, you can feel your fever getting worse. And when you finished cooking, you hurried into your room and hid beneath the blankets.

You would have taken a quick nap so that you would definitely be better. Or so you thought.

Dokyeom arrived home exactly one hour later, excited to tell you about his morning training. However, he became concerned after he didn't find you in the kitchen or in the living room and did not hear your reply to his call.

As soon as he entered your room, he saw you between the blankets, still flipping back and forth from your headache.

He touched your forehead lightly and measured the difference in heat between you and him before saying, "You're hot, and you caught fever."

The thermometer quickly confirmed this as well.

"I will sleep a bit and I will feel better" you replied covering your eyes with your arm.

"Babe, I am here. Let me help you now" he said in the sweetest tone ever.

His touch on your forehead was so gentle and cool, and his words really did taste like honey. So you just nodded at him.

"I will bring you something to eat, so then you can take this med. Then I will bring you a cold towel to put on your head so the temperature will go down." He said, leaving the room quickly and returning a few minutes later.

"Just a bite, and then you can go back to rest," he said, handing you a piece of bread.

So you did as he said, and forced yourself to eat. After that you took your med and you were immediately ready to go back to sleep.

"Here is your water and some candies in case your throat starts hurting," explained the man.

He also managed - while sitting on the floor next to you for the whole time -  to place a cool towel over your forehead and curl up you with a light cover.

He muttered, "Sleep for a bit now, baby," and then caressed your head—just long enough for you to fall asleep.

He stayed with you.

He stayed at your side the entire time. He was now watching you while seated in a chair, observing your breathing and sleep. You were breathing more quickly than usual and had a constant, anxious state of sleep. You continued to move around, opening and shutting your eyes.

After a few mins, you were awake again. "If you can't sleep, I could sing for you." he asked while looking at you.

You nodded to his idea and replied with the first thing that came to mind: "You will be such a good dad."

Oh, how these words moved touched this man's heart..

He then started singing your favorite song. His voice was so soft and calm that he was able to hit every note at the exact moment, showing once more how talented both as a singer, as a person, and as a lover. 

You eventually allow yourself to be lulled by the melodies and the voice. Even if you would have stayed up to listen to him, sleep was eventually taking over.

All of sudden all of the sounds around you vanished slowly vanished, and you finally managed to rest.

He didn't move for a few minutes and leaned down to place his lips on your forehead and closed his eyes. His eyes were closed so he was focused fully on you.

"The fever has gone down." he whispered.

You were overcome by sleep, as though it had been a mystical kiss from an magical prince. He stayed a little while longer, watching as your breathing settled back into a regular pattern and you began to drift off to sleep. He only got up to go and prepare you something to eat when you woke up.

And then he came back, and he sat next to you to watch patiently.

As a prince would do for his princess, as a husband would do for his wife, and as a lover would do for his soulmate.

[hyperballart]

pls we need what happens after patrick finds repressed art's porn history pls pls pls 🙏🙏🙏

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they definitely don’t want to bring it up out of guilt from both sides. patrick wants art to be selfish for once, for him to take what he wants from him and let go, but that’s a wish that would be hard to come by. art is in a different headspace — he finds it difficult to sleep next to patrick for the first time in the years since they’ve started pushing their beds together (they always said they were too small but won’t admit that it’s because they like staying close.) he’s paranoid of acting on all the wet dreams he’s been having, waking up with a gasp and grinding his cock with the mattress until he runs to the bathroom and waits for it to go down.

it seems as if their overthinking paired up and cruelly manifested the present; where patrick is rudely forced awake at an ungodly hour by some rustling. he is used to art kicking the blankets off in his sleep and he’s about to pull the duvet over himself with a huff when he suddenly realizes he is actually warm — too warm, in fact. it’s then when he registers the whining, an incoherent chant coming from the body that is directly pressed behind his own.

he doesn’t move. art is asleep, but he grinds into patrick from behind, fully hard and almost piercing through his boxers. they’re not cuddlers so patrick is confused even more when he feels the tightening grip art’s arms holding him. he really is at a loss of knowing what to do, the moment his brain computed that his best friend was using him to get off from a wet dream his mind fogged and cock twitched in interest.

a particular push of art’s hips has him moaning subconsciously, he quickly shuts his mouth, but when art suddenly groans out a patrick, nnghh a louder sound escapes him. that is what jolts the blonde awake. it takes him about 30 seconds of silence to understand the scene and figure out that patrick was conscious to know as well. his face is burning and he flops on his back while he tries to say something, “oh my fucking god, i don’t know what— it’s not what it looked like,” and he can hear patrick stifle a laugh.

“are you good?” patrick sounds a lot more calm than what the situation calls for, as if he’s not leaking through his underwear. art shoots him a look even though the darkness of the bedroom conceals his expression, “sorry, lately i’ve been a little off. i haven’t really — um — you know, gotten off in a while or whatever,” he’s scrambling, “i was just having a dream, i guess — and um, you were there and i don’t know.”

patrick opens his mouth without thinking, “why are you making this weird, man, i don’t mind.” a beat of silence.

“what?”

“what i’m saying is, you’re my best friend. i’m doing you a solid,” he tries to rationalize without sounding desperate, “you just need a warm body s’all, you can keep going — it’s not like we’re technically touching each other.”

after a bit of dubious back and forth, art hesitantly brushes up against patrick’s ass and let’s out a long sigh. patrick feels him holding back and he puts a stop to it quickly, “it’s okay artie, do what feels good.”

and so, he does. the tent in his boxers is so hard and warm against patrick, he makes shallow grinds and keens when the brunet subtly arches his back to push back. “f—fuck patrick, i can’t stop , ah—“

“don’t fucking stop art, i know it feels good—hmm,” art’s hands grip the sheets to keep them from grasping at patrick. he takes a peek over his shoulder and sees his friend’s bare chest; dusted by hair and filled out with muscle. his eyes trail lower and he sees the way his stomach is sucking in deep breaths of his restrained arousal, but then he looks lower and spots that he is also very hard — the sight pushes him to a hard thrust and a whine.

the fact that he has been wanting this for a long time (even if unknowingly) makes it so much hotter. the fantasy of seeing the cocky boy he’s shared clothes and cigarettes with struggling to act unaffected — eyes shut and lip held between teeth — is quickly sending him to his end.

“patrick — i think i’m gonna —“ art can’t stop himself from letting go of the duvet and grasping on to patrick’s hips instead and making him fuck back on his cock through the fabric. “oh shit, i’m there — i’m almost there, just let me use you a little more—“

patrick himself is on the verge of coming untouched, being used activates a slutty part of himself, “c’mon keep fucking me like you mean it — ah — that’s right.” he slips in something that can be misunderstood by the boy behind him in his state of ecstasy, but will still take his breath away: “cum in me, art. i want you to.”

art squeals out a pitiful sound, almost like a sob, before he spills out against patrick. his cum is bleeding through both of their boxers and none of them seem to be alarmed by this. he leaves bruises on patricks hips while he rides out his high and melts into the mattress with his mouth panting behind his neck.

when he’s coming down and gaining consciousness he mutters three words before falling back to sleep, i’m not gay.

patrick wants to bring up his search history, but he’ll save it for another day.

[wonuwonder]

Hiii new moot!! I’ve been feeling really soft for Gyu lately so how about waking up to a sleeping Gyu 🥺 Just a soft and fluffy morning tgt 🤧

8:00 am — kim mingyu (f)

an: hii! thank u sm for the request<3 i really loved this idea, hope u like it too ! also when i mention his sleeping habit, this (safe) is what i mean [ps to the anon who sent a wonwoo request a while ago, i didn’t forget! i just liked your idea too much and i’m still working on it cuz i got carried away😭]

content: pure fluff, very cute and soft, mingyu x fem reader, established relationship, lowercase intended. 0.5k words.

watching your boyfriend sleep was one of your favorite things to do, specially on a sunday morning when you both had nothing else to do than being home all day, cuddling and spending time together, one of your favorite plans ever, it was 8 am and you couldn’t sleep anymore, which felt like a crime, but spending your time admiring your boyfriend sleeping next you didn’t sound bad either.

laid on his back, facing the ceiling, hands sprawled all over your bed, you watched him enjoy his sleep, admiring each and one of his features. his hair always became messy because of how much he twists and turns in his sleep. his chiseled face looking even more beautiful with the sun light in your room, which he didn’t seem to notice, as he continued sleeping peacefully.

he was making little chewing noises, pursing his lips to the air as if he were blowing kisses to the air, he had that unique sleeping habit which you loved.

cupping his chin and cheeks with your hands, you turned him softly and got closer to him, leaning your weight on his big chest, leaving kisses all over his face, earning a soft grown from mingyu, as he was slowly waking up.

“good morning baby” you greeted him softly, and almost instantly he grabbed your waist with his free hand tugging you against him, making you lay fully on top of him.

slowly opening his eyes, groaning against you, he greeted back “hi” he squinted his nose and you continued to leave kisses all over him and stopped at his lips, fully kissing him, barely even woken up he wasted no time on kissing you back, bringing your waist even more against him, and caressing your hair with his other hand “i love when you wake me up like this” he says pulling back from the kiss smiling.

you lay your head on his chest listening to his heart, closing your eyes, him resting his chin on your head, caressing your back with his fingers, while you played with his arm, scratching him softly with your nails which you knew he enjoyed.

you could spend your whole day like this, snuggling with mingyu, kissing and cuddling, there was nothing better.

“i woke up and couldn’t sleep anymore” you tell him and he hums against your ear, slowly lifting your head up to look at him, he caresses your hair out of your face, grinning at you, he presses a kiss to your forehead, you try to snuggle into him even more, even if it was physically impossible to be closer. “and i can’t fall back asleep if i’m not hugging you” you admit, and he snorts, trapping you in his arms even closer, he covers you both with the blankets and leaves a kiss to your hair, “let’s sleep a bit more then baby, i’m right here with you”

an: english isn’t my first language so i’m really sorry if there are any mistakes, i’ll try to fix them asap

[xokohaneazusawa]

HI POOKIE (pls don't file for divorce) but can I plzzzzz have boothill cuddles pre cyborg bc I love him so much and you know this but I like need him and he's so perfect

yeah that's the request love u

✮ - It was around 5 pm when the brown door to yours and Boothill's ranch house opened, and in walked Boothill. While you had been playing with your daughter, he had been tending to the animals sitting out in the pasture. As he walked in your daughter ran over to him, clinging onto his leg while babbling to him about the fun things she did that day, even if he couldn't fully understand it. He laughed and bent down, continuing to let her babble on about things, all while ruffling her hair a little, and a couple minutes after he was finished he walked over to you, trying to hug you, but to no avail because you pushed him away with a laugh saying that he had to shower before trying to hug you. "Awww, you're really gonna' deny me, even after all I've done for ya'~?" "Absolutely, now go take a shower!" He soon trudged off to the bathroom and came out in record time, finishing off drying his hair with the towel in his hand. Only wearing a pair of black sweatpants and going to sit next to you and your daughter on the couch, which at the sight of her dad she crawled over you and sat in his lap as she continued to watch the guinea pig, turtle and, duckling on the screen. You got up after seeing your daughter cuddling up to your husband, and started cooking dinner. It was around 7:30 by the time you were done and had to start the clean up process, and since you cooked today he took the role of making sure all the dishes were clean and everything was cleaned up while you tucked your daughter into bed for the night. With a small little fairytale and a kiss to her forehead she slowly fell asleep and you tiptoed out of the room and back over to be met with a clean kitchen and your husband sitting on the couch, still watching Wonder Pets. You walked over and sat down next to him, which his arm immediately wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer to him. "So, since I finally shower'd does that mean I can finally get ma' hug? Without saying anything else you leaned into his chest, turning your head to watch as the little duck talk about getting into the flyboat. Boothill didn't say anything else, but just turned down the sound a little, chuckling when you didn't ask him to change to something a little more.. grownup for the two of you to watch, but when he saw your eyes slowly closing he moved his arm from around your waist to play with your hair instead, to lull you to sleep. The second you were asleep against him, he turned off the show and picked you up, bringing you to y'alls shared bedroom across the hallway from your daughters room and placed you under the covers on your side of the bed, before getting in on his side and pulling you once again to his chest, and after matching the pace of your breathing, he slowly fell asleep as well, knowing that the two people he loved most were with him.

[charliedawn]

hi charlie ^_^✧*。i hope you're well. i'm not sure if you're accepting requests atm, but i had an idea which is how would the slashers react to a siren nurse (fem or gn) who walked the corridors of st. louis late at night singing haunting and alluring melodies as they went about their job, or whatever song was in their head? one of their favorite songs would be "curses" by the crane wives. maybe they would sing brahms a lullaby sometimes? but a creepy lullaby that was also strangely soothing to him. anyway, i would just like to see what you'll do with that idea. make any changes or adaptions u like, feel free to put your own spin on it. and take your time bc i know u get a lot of asks ♡

this is that song:

(Thank you for the request and the song ! It’s beautiful. 10/10. 🤩 Hope you like it.)

The Right Wing of St Louis:

Michael Myers:

Michael rarely sleeps. He doesn’t need to and is unable to. Too many nightmares and concerns about his own life and duality. And he usually sleepwalks too. So, really…He doesn’t like sleeping. But, this is why you were put in charge of the night shift.

"Sleep, Michael. Sleep your sorrows away in the darkness of the night. Let your dreams take over…" You whispered to him, but he only looked up at you with a saddened expression and shook his head.

"I don’t dream." You read when he gave you a piece of paper before bedtime and you smiled knowingly before looking back at him. You then stroked his cheek.

"You will tonight. I promise. Rest, Michael. You deserve it."

He seemed skeptical at first, but finally complied and went to bed. You then tucked him in and started humming next to his bed. When you started singing, his eyes started to slowly close and strangely enough…He dreamt that night.

Penny:

"P-Pretty voice. Soooo pretty. Such a pretty bird." Penny giggled and looked at you with a wide grin. He knew you were a siren, but he had never seen one before. He was curious and whenever you would start singing, he would appear behind you and just squeeze you tightly or just start tilting his head to the rhythm.

Penny doesn’t sleep like normal people do, so he can appreciate the music fully. Most people would sleep, but he would take your hand and start dancing with you. Unlike his brother, Penny is no singer. But, he is one hell of a dancer.

He would smile and laugh while you keep singing and he’d even watch over you when it’s YOUR time to sleep.

Penny *watching over you.* : "Sleep sleep, little bird. Sleep well."

Pennywise:

Pennywise also has the power to sing people to sleep. But, he doesn’t use it because a) He doesn’t like to and b) He doesn’t want to. He only ever sang to the children he ate and his past family. It isn’t a memory he likes to keep and he would simply hum along to the songs you are singing sometimes. He’s also move forward and backwards on his rocking chair as you sing. Sometimes, he’d sing with you and even dance when it is the middle of the night and no one is around to witness this moment, but he’d never do it in front of the others.

Pennywise *smirks* : "A siren, huh ? I wonder how a siren tastes…"

He would never eat you of course. He likes to joke a lot, but he would protect you and feel affectionate towards you. He would listen to you and sing along sometimes and then…the most beautiful and sweet melody would put the whole hospital to sleep.

Brahms:

Brahms remained silent as your majestic self walked through the halls of St Louis—your magic voice singing everyone and everything to sleep. Your voice was soothing and deep, so deep he was afraid he might fall asleep and never wake up. He laid down on his bed and waited for your arrival—as per every night.

He never locked his door at night.

When you arrived, you sat next to him and kissed his forehead. He closed his eyes and when you started singing, he felt at peace and relaxed. He held your hand and smiled when you whispered.

"Sweet dreams, Brahms…"

Jason Voorhees:

Jason is the same as Brahms. He likes physical touch and be reassured. He waited for your voice to soothe him to sleep. You usually slept in their room at night because both babies wanna hang on to you and they both feel safe in your presence.

Jason would sleep on your lap and have a good rest. He would slowly fall asleep to your gentle words.

Arthur Fleck:

"Y/N. I knew it was you. Come in. Come in. Please."

Sometimes, Arthur asked for private sessions. The man had nightmares and dark thoughts that none could even begin to comprehend. But when you sang, he forgot his troubles and worries. You would sometimes take his hand and softly lull him to sleep. He liked it.

Freddy Krueger:

"Yo ! Who’s singing ?! Shut za hell up, bitch !" Freddy shouted before shoving a pillow on his head. Freddy is the sleep demon. He isn’t one to sleep with siren songs. He prefers silence. But sometimes…He would stay awake to hear you and a small smile would appear on his face.

Secretly, he didn’t mind your singing all that much…

Bo Sinclair:

"Hello, birdy. Come here. Come to Papa."

He literally tackled you to the ground his first night in St Louis. You must understand that Bo was raised by fishermen and bars. He knows what a siren is and knows that whoever owns a siren is supposed to get extremely lucky. He would want to capture you more than anything and make you sing ONLY for him. Fortunately, Brahms and Jason would never allow you to get hurt or captured. So, they’d defend you and fight the Sinclair brothers if necessary.

The Left Wing of St Louis:

Father Paul:

The first time Father Paul heard you, he thought he was losing his mind. Your voice was like an angel’s and he truly believed his time had finally came. But, it didn’t. And every night, he would hear you and his mind would settle for a little bit. He would hear your song and find mercy in that moment.

The only link the Right Wing and the Left Wing of the hospital ever had: You.

Your voice would make them feel a little better in their misery and Father Paul enjoyed hearing you, when all thoughts of happiness and hope was lost…one beautiful thing remained.

Jonathan Crane:

Jonathan Crane was laid down on his bed—locked up and attached securely. He was staring at the ceiling and let out a small sigh. He was restless. It was the third day in the row that he was being tested on and he had no moment of peace…not until night fell and a voice came from outside. A quiet lullaby. So beautiful and peaceful. His eyelids felt heavy and he finally found a certain inner peace within.

"…Thank you, lady of the night." He uttered in a whisper before closing his eyes and sleeping soundly.

[wjehfshs]

Na’vi boys + Spider and them in a relationship w u ^^

Includes: Neteyam, Lo’ak, Spider, Rotxo, and Ao’nung

Authors note: I kinda already did this briefly when talking about what they want in a partner but I wanted to go into more depth about it. Also Spider is now involved. It’s also really hard to write for Rotxo, sorryyyy

SOME suggestive comments here and there but no smut! Or anything graphic or detailed!

Neteyam

Me might be nicknamed the Mighty Warrior, but for you, he’s weak in the knees

Kiri and Lo’ak always make fun of him for how he always becomes cuddly with you the instant he’s just a little bit tired

Just like his mama, whenever you two are alone, he’ll rub his face up against you, any place he can reach

Yes even if you’re not officially mated/too young to mate, he’ll do it

He gets compliments from other people in his clan a lot but they don’t do anything for him. But when YOU compliment him, he’s silently giggling and kicking his feet. You swear his head just got 2x bigger

His nicknames for you consist of “love” “my love” “sweetheart” and “beautiful one”

If you’re bigger than him he’ll also throw in some “my warrior” or even a “palm tree” (as if he isn’t 8’2 😭😭)

If you’re smaller than him (especially if you’re human) he’ll call you “my little one” or “my star”

He’ll always get you to pass something to him just so he can touch your hand while you pass it over

He literally acts as if you two aren’t in a relationship and have seen each other fully naked

He’s such a dork at heart

His favourite places to kiss you are your forehead and right next to your lips

Not that he doesn’t enjoy a kiss on the lips, but he knows it frustrates you so he’ll kiss you right next to your lips and then when you look at him like he just told you he was gonna break up with you, he chuckles and kisses you properly on the lips

I can guarantee that you will not be cold when sleeping with him

He’s like a radiator

But if it’s hotter outside, you’re trying to push him off as you have sweat dripping down your face as he has his head on your chest and his arms tightly, and I mean TIGHTLY around your waist

He likes to bathe with you

Not in a creepy or horny way

…okay maybe in a just very slightly horny way

But he likes to be able to hold you close, it feels intimate to him, and calming

Dude you will have his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he starts drooling if you run your hands through his braids

He’ll be purring n shit too

Do that and either his loincloth/tweng is thrown off somewhere else or he’s kissing you all over. Depends on the mood

He likes to have his arm wrapped around yours as you go for walks around the forest and find ponds/lakes to sit near

Or maybe instead the beach if you’re at the Metkayina clan

Although he always ends up getting in the water for some reason

It’s like he can’t help himself

And then he’ll try and drag you in with him, cuddling you as you try to slap him on the chest for getting you wet

Then he’ll press a kiss to your head and mumble to you “I’m sorry my love, I couldn’t help myself. You always just look so pretty and all I want to do is smother you”

He doesn’t really check you out per-se, but admires you

Tail wagging and everything

The dorkiest and silliest smile on his face as you do whatever you are doing

Then you catch him and he looks away, trying to act non-suspicious (he’s so suspicious)

Lo’ak

Now Lo’ak doesn’t even care

He just checks you out

I mean he cares if he’s caught, acting all cool and calm

He acts as if he wasn’t just drooling from the sight of you

When he’s sleeping he’s either twitching likes he’s having a seizure or he’s dead asleep

And when he’s dead asleep it’s like he decides to just weigh 2 tons

And you can tell it’s a good sleep too

He’s drooling, face smooshed up against something (usually you) and he’s sweating

If you’re laying on top of him he’ll roll over just to crush you in his sleep

And if you’re human, say good bye to any form of blood flow because you’re not getting him off you

He will not wake up for anything, you could scream in his ear and he won’t even move

But if you manage to actually get out of his iron grasp, he immediately wakes up and drags you back. He acts as if you’re his life line and if you stop touching each other he’ll drop dead

His favourite past time with you is to chase you around the forest/beach

It seems weird to other people but for you two, it’s actually a lot of fun

He’ll go a little slower if you can’t run as fast

Once he finally decides it’s enough he’ll catch up to you and pick you up off the ground, spin you around and kiss all up and down the back of your neck

He likes to kiss you on the back of your neck and on the lips

He also likes to have you on his lap a lot, makes him feel closer to you

He’ll rub his face against your head and he can’t help but smell you

He likes to smell you

That sounds weird but your scent comforts him

His love language is biting

Just nipping at you

He’s seriously like a giant chihuahua

He calls you names like “beautiful” “my one and only” and “baby”

He could listen to you talk for hours

Not even about anything specific, you could just be yapping about anything that comes to mind and he’ll listen with hearts in his eyes and a goofy smile on his face

Sometimes he’ll intentionally bring up things you like/things you could talk about for a long time just so he can listen to you talk

He’s guilty of falling asleep on top of you while you rant about whatever

He just can’t help it, your voice is one of his favourite things about you

He gets jealous easily though

He trusts you, but he’s insecure within himself

So anytime he thinks someone’s getting a little too touchy or flirty with you, he steps in and makes it a point to hug and kiss you

And he will try to always have you either on his lap or at least next to him so he can hug you

He’s not obsessed with PDA and he doesn’t mind if you dislike it, but he also isn’t opposed to the idea of it

He actually finds it comforting to know that others know you two are together

If you have any work to do, wether it be chores for the clan or work in the lab (obvi depends if ur Na’vi, human or Avatar) he’ll follow you around and bother you

Kissing all up your neck and spine while you work, whinging about how your attention isn’t on him

He goes through phases. First it’s trying to distract you, then it’s feeling rejected and sulking, then pretending he actually doesn’t care abt what you’re doing, then it’s getting all way up in your face about what you’re doing, and then it’s just acceptance. But usually by acceptance you’re done with whatever you had to do (this part is all light hearted if someone acted like this genuinely it would be a little weird and concerning)

When you are finished though, he’s now lying on top of you, crushing you with his weight as he rubs his face all over you

He can’t help but always touch you in some capacity

Tail wrapped around you

Hand in yours

Arm around your waist/shoulders

Spider

Okay so first and foremost, he will try and act all tough and stronger than he to impress you

ESPECIALLY if you’re Na’vi

He once claimed he could pick you up so you sat yourself down and he got maybe your feet off the floor (you totally didn’t do it yourself to make him feel better) before he had to give up

“Look I totally could! Todays just not a good day”

If you’re human and shorter/around the same height than him, he definitely could, but he always does it wrong and hurts himself

It’s not that you’re too heavy for him, he’s just not cautious and picks you up wrong, hurting his back in the process

He likes to sleep on top of you, sprawled out like a starfish and on his stomach

He sleeps pretty long so if you’re Na’vi you can probably just easily pick him up and put him to the side

But if you’re human, then you probably can’t, so you’re just going to have to wait there until he wakes up

And trying to wake him up before he’s ready either just won’t work or will end in him becoming grumpy

Once’s he’s grumpy he demands you give him a kiss to make it up to him (he’s like a big ass baby)

Oh and his kisses (especially his morning kisses) are sloppy and have no thought behind them

He means them but he just goes for it, he doesn’t care where the kiss lands, just as long as it’s somewhere on your body

He’s so nervous like all the time

Just wants to impress you

Lo’ak once told him, in order to impress you, he should do a front flip off a low down enough tree when you were looking

He managed the flip, but when he landed, he accidentally twisted his ankle

You saw it happen and tried to get him to go to med bay but he swore he was fine

It was only until one of the scientists saw him limping into the lab later that day when he finally caved and went to med bay

Now back on the carrying thing

If he can carry you, he’ll insist on holding you bridal style while he trudges through a small stream over to the other side

Even if you’re perfectly capable, he still insists on it, makes him feel strong and protective

He likes to sit next to you, hold your face and bump noses with you, giggling and smiling as you whisper to each other and look in each others eyes

Not only does he enjoy doing it, but he also knows it makes Lo’ak gag every time he has to see it and he likes to tease his best friend

He’ll bring you things he found around the forest

You have an assortment of random rocks and now dried plants/flowers he found pretty

If you’re Na’vi, he’ll play with the tips of your fangs (yknow? Like feeling them) when you’re cuddling

He also will sometimes grab your tail and wrap it around him while you two are cuddling

If you try and scent him (bc I’m pretty sure the Na’vi scent their mates/partners) he’ll be so proud for the rest of the day

Walking around like he’s hot shit

“Yeah [name] scented me, they’re totally obsessed with me”

Like he’s not constantly talking and thinking about you

His nicknames for you are “sweetie” “mine” and “softie”

He likes to call you softie because it doesn’t matter your body type, to him, you’re just a big softie

If you’re Na’vi he’ll add in “blueberry” as a nickname because one of the scientists showed him what they where and he decided that was a great nickname for you

He likes to kiss you on the tip of your nose and your shoulder

He’s picked up the chasing habit from Lo’ak

He loves when he can chase you around the forest

Rotxo

He’ll often hold your face in his hands, squishing your face and pinching your cheeks like he’s some grandma

He’ll sleep curled up next to you, his head on your shoulder

His hair gets in your face but you don’t mind since it’s very soft and clean (he takes very good care of it)

Or he’ll spoon you. He would like to be the small spoon sometimes but his front gets cold so he prefers to be the big spoon so your back can warm him up

His nicknames for you are “my light” “my sunshine” and “love”

He puts a lot of emphasis on how you’re his guiding light almost, that you make his days better

His favourite places to kiss you are on the lips and on the stomach

He also likes to have you on his lap as much as he can

His head on your shoulder as he presses his cheek up against yours, his arms around your waist, pressing occasional kisses to your cheek

More on the kissing you on your stomach thing, when he hasn’t seen you for awhile or he’s had a long day, when he sees you again he’ll run up to you, pick you up so his face is pressed against your stomach as he kisses all over it

He can’t help but blow some raspberries on it too, it makes you laugh and your laugh is like a drug to him

He spends a lot of time weaving and making things for you

His tail can’t stop wagging when he sees you wearing whatever he made for you

Being a soft lover obviously has its perks, but he can also become insecure when you have any friends/anyone talks to you who is taller, stronger, and more confident

He’s the sad kind of jealous

When he gets jealous he becomes sad and avoids you

He automatically assumes the worst case scenario so be prepared to have to comfort him and reassure him that you love him and him only

He’s not really with it a lot of the time (day dreamer fr) so sometimes you have to hold his hand and guide him places

And it’s really awkward if you’re human, you’re so tiny compared to him yet you’re leading him around and he’s just stumbling over his own two feet

He likes to dance with you at celebrations and ceremonies

It doesn’t matter if you know the dances, he’ll teach you. Or you’ll both just do your own thing together, giggling and laughing

If you’re human and at a celebration, he’ll always try to guide you away from the crowd so you don’t get fucking stomped to death

I like to think that he secretly wants to be a healer/helper of the Tsahík, but his parents want him to become a strong warrior like all of his friends are doing

But he’s secretly picked up on tips and tricks (thanks to Ronal feeling bad for a 7yr old Rotxo bawling his eyes out because he wanted to help ppl but he couldn’t)

So if you ever get hurt, he’s rushing to your aid and helping you

Not only is he skilled in healing, but he’s also great at emotional comfort

He knows just what to say and when to say it

Not only that, but he’s just like a big old teddy bear

Cuddly and soft

He dotes over you a lot

His favourite activity with you is weaving and visiting the spirit tree

Even if you can’t connect to it because you’re human, he’s fine with just sitting on his Ilu with you or going to a nearby beach close enough to still watch the animals swim around the spirit tree

To him, it’s romantic. And if even you can connect to the spirit tree, you don’t always. Sometimes you two just go there to sit and talk, have some alone time from the clan

It’s actually where you two had your first kiss

Ao’nung

Ok so we all know it’d definitely be an enemies to lovers kinda thing

Or at least a redeemed bully who secretly likes you

I wanna go into some depth about Ao’nung with human reader so prepare for that

At first he’d HATE you

Not only out of, yknow, reasonable hate for humans, but also partly out of fear

But he’d rather die than admit that he was a little scared of you

It started off with avoiding you, always on guard around you, his hand automatically placed on his knife that was hanging off his hip, just in case

But then when he realised how… harmless, you really were, he calmed down

The fear and anxiety turned into bullying and teasing for your “weird appearance”

He secretly found you cute, but he wouldn’t even admit that to himself

So he started targeting you, purposefully sitting next to you at communal dinners just so he could make witty remarks about how slow you eat due to have to lift up your mask each time and having to breathe between each bite

Then it switched to the obvious “why do you have four fingers?”

Then to nicknaming you “little demon”

And it just kept going

It finally stopped when one day you smiled at him

That’s all it took

He found your smile so captivating and radiant that he finally had to admit he liked you and he could no longer find it in himself to be hostile or teasing anymore

So he actually tried to form a friendship

During the actual relationship, he will regularly pick you up and inspect you

Comment on how soft and squishy you are

Comment on how small compared to him you are

Comment on your weird yet adorable appearance

Ok so here, it doesn’t matter if you’re human, Na’vi or avatar

He will leave love bites

All over you

And if you wear Na’vi clothes/clothes that don’t cover as much, it’ll piss you right off

Because you’ll be trying to do a daily task and people will be staring and giggling because there’s a giant fucking bite mark right on your neck just the right size and shape of Ao’nungs teeth

And the way he apologises? Leaving a “soft kiss” on the love bite that eventually turns into a hickey

He can’t help himself, it’s like he goes feral and loses all sense of shame and control as soon as his lips touch you

He’s also a scenter

He’s very protective so he makes sure you smell of him every god damn morning

He has 3 ways and 3 ways only of sleeping

Curled up next to you in the fetal position with his tail wrapping around you

On top of you

You on top of him

His favourite places to kiss you are the neck, on top of your head, and literally just anywhere that gets you flustered

He likes to tease you

He makes a game out of it too

“How many times can I fluster them today?”

Whispering suggestive shit in your ear and giggling when you try to get him to shut up

Or hugging you from behind and tracing circles over your hip/waist/stomach

And his favourite, kissing you and slipping a little tongue in there right before he pulls away

He’s such a little menace

His nicknames for you are “my star” or “my little star” if you’re shorter than him, “love” and “sweetheart” but anytime he calls you sweetheart it’s in a whiny way that he draws out to get your attention, like anytime you’re busy doing something, he’ll call you sweetheart in a long drawn out way with a fake whiny voice to get your attention

And if you’re human, he never really let go of the “little demon” nick name, but he’s switched it now to “my little demon”

In public he’s not not affectionate, but he dials it down a bit, but as soon as you’re in private, he’s all over you

Face in your neck, arms squeezing you so tight you struggle to breathe, and probably lying on top of you

He’s insecure and wants to be just like his father, so any time you compliment his skill in something, he’s secretly blushing and giggling. But he puts on this “yeah, it’s whatever” persona to seem cool

One of his favourite activities with you is to go swimming with you

Especially if you aren’t from the reef, seeing your eyes light up at everything in the ocean makes his heart swell

If you’re human, your mask annoys him. He understands why you need it but he can’t kiss you and it frustrates him

So if a lab is set up at the Metkayina clan, he’s elated to finally have somewhere he can freely kiss you

[ilwonuu]

saw ur posts and i really hope you're feeling okay now! if you feel like writing i wanna ask for some reqs where in the established relationship reader realized just how much jungwoo loves her bcs she's on her periode week and jw is taking care of her nicely without hesitating even adjusting his works and providing his help to accomplish reader's workload. thank you so much i really hope you're doing good and having a happy days ahead <3

thank you so much same for you:( i love this idea bc im always soft for jungwoo<3 thank you for requesting i hope you enjoy hehe,,,

honey

*๑♡՞ kim jungwoo

ᖗ pairing- established relationship, idolbf!jungwoo x fem!reader

ᖗ warnings- fluffy fluff , mentions of period pain/cramps, reader is not feeling great thru most of this, jungwoo is a sweetheart <3, he loves reader sm bye,,,,lmk if i missed something

ᖗ a/n- hi mls!!! i missed posting and i haven’t written for jungwoo in a while and i think he might be one of my biases,,,anyways i hope u guys enjoy<3 not proofread 😪

you have been rotting in your bed for hours. you asked your boyfriend to bring you some extra feminine products just incase. he was quick to respond to your text. he sent you a text saying he would be home soon with everything you need. you sighed in relief feeling so thankful for him. you cuddle up into your blankets as you wait for your boyfriend.

you watch whatever dumb dating show you had on earlier. your pain on the first day differs but this time is was painful as hell. you took some ibuprofen but it hasn’t started working yet leaving you to suffer. you hear the front door open making you smile to yourself. you see your boyfriend with a bag from the store.

“i asked you for a couple things- baby you didn’t have to get all this.” you sit up to face him as he brings the bag over to your side of the bed. “i know you did. i wanted to get your favorite snacks and some more stuff just to make sure you have it. i’m sorry you don’t feel good sweetheart.” he sits on the bed next to you. he pulls you into a gentle hug as he rubs your back.

“how was your day other than that? did you rest mostly?” he massages your back looking at you for your response. “it was good. i was missing you all day. i was just watching tv and cleaning a little but i gave up on the cleaning very fast.” you smile at him as he smiles back. “yea? i was missing you too. don’t worry about the cleaning i will take care of it all.” he rubs your cheek softly as you lay against his chest.

“how did you come home so early? i thought you had long schedules today?” the two of you move to lay down under the covers together. he pulls you close as he faces you. “yea i had meetings mostly but we got done like right before you texted me so i was quick to get you things.” his hand is resting against your hip as he gently massages your side. “you’re gonna put me to sleep baby.” you laugh as you close your eyes.

“come here.” he says pulling you to kiss him. you kiss him back quickly melting into the kiss. he holds your side gently as he kisses you softly. “i really missed you.” you pout looking at him. “i really missed you too, honey. you were all i was thinking about during my meetings.” he smiled at you again. he leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“i love you.” you sigh at the cramps you feel. “rest honey. see if you can nap? i love you more.” he looks at you with a soft expression as he helps you get comfortable. he rubs your back softly until you fall asleep next to him. he just smiles as he watches you sleep peacefully.

jungwoo woke up early that next morning to make sure you had enough food. he made you your favorite breakfast when he saw that you were slowly stirring awake. you watched him bring in your breakfast as you fully wake up. your cramps already kicking you in the ass in the first few seconds of you being awake. you sigh at the feeling but smile at your boyfriend.

“you ok sweetheart?” he sets the food down on the side table as he climbs back into bed. you kiss his lips quickly as you climb out of bed to go to the bathroom. “i’m fine! don’t you worry.” you smile back at him as you quickly use the bathroom. you come to your bedroom feeling a little bit better as you crawl next to your boyfriend. “you didn’t have to make this for me. thank you- wait what time is it don’t you have dance practice today?” you ask as you start eating the breakfast he prepared for you.

“oh yea! i do i just told them i had my girl to spend time with. we pushed it to this afternoon so i can stay with you a little longer. then i can bring home dinner for us!” he smiles at you softly. “how are you feeling though? need medicine, water, anything you need i will get it.” he smiles to himself as he feels the need to help you without thinking about it for a second.

“i’m feeling okay today- my cramps are killing already but i think i just need to finish eating this and it’ll help. thank you baby.” you smile back at him as you continue to eat. “ok. let me know if that changes. as for now i’m here to give you love.” he kisses your head as rubs your thigh softly. you finish your breakfast after a bit with a smile. you look over at your boyfriend to see him already looking at you. you start to tear up as your thoughts start to clutter your head.

“baby? what’s wrong?” his expression is a more serious one as he pulls you closer to him. “n-nothing- i just- you’re being so nice to me. i feel so shitty and here you are making me feel so much better- cooking me breakfast? jungwoo you are too much.” you start to cry as he holds you in his arms. “sweetheart i will do absolutely everything for you. you are my main priority. i don’t need anything else but you. i will always be here when you don’t feel good.” he kisses your cheek as more tears fall from your eyes.

“honey- i love you so much okay? come here.” he pulls you closer to him as he kisses your lips. you kiss him back as you feel him pull away. he kisses your tears and gently wipes them away. “my pretty girl. i love you more than you know.” he smiles at you sweetly as he rubs your hair back. “i-i love you jungwoo.” you sigh into his arms as you stop yourself from letting more tears fall. “you are the best boyfriend i could ask for.” he shakes his head.

“you’re the best girlfriend i could ask for. you deserve the best only you know that. i will never give you less than you deserve. now let’s cuddle until i have to go to practice, i don’t want to leave your side until i have to go.” you laugh at him shaking your head. “what about my online classes? i haven’t done any assignments for this week.” you groan thinking about your work. “don’t worry about it until i leave! when i come back ill help you he smiles kissing your head as you two stay tangled in each others arms for the next hours to come.

[ensaz008]

Craving satisfied

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Imagine heeseung coming back from a long world tour, craving your touch but you, whos exhausted from college work was fully asleep in your apartment. Heeseung opening the door with a spare key u gave, the one he kept it safe for an important time, which was right now, he needed you. He walks in.. "Y/n?.. Y/n darling im back..". Heeseung says so innocently acting like he didnt jerk off multiple times in his hotel during the tours. He gets worried when he couldnt find u anywhere like the kitchen, living room or bathroom, so he walks in your bedroom to see you sleeping peacefully while you face the wall and your back facing him. He remembered his intentions growing hard at the sight of your new pink silk pjs, he walks closer to you slowly putting a strand of your hair behind ur ear. "Y/n my love?.." He checks if u were in deep sleep or not, and u definitely were. Heeseung changes into comfortable clothes lying down next to u, he controlled himself so so much, he wanted to do a lot of sinful things to u, but he controlled himself.. An in the end? He gave up, he did everything he imagined. He started to undress u, not caring if it woke u up, all he could think of is you, he missed pleasing u and himself. He starts touching u everywhere swiftly like there was no tomorrow, caressing your breasts as he gives u wet neck kisses. Hearing ur whimpers as u squirmed his moves get slightly rougher before you finally wake up. Seeing you wake up, heeseung jolts in giving u a kiss, pouring his emotions into it, how much he missed, desired and loved you. He takes your underwear off, spreading ur legs as he immediately goes in hungrily, getting so pussy drunk. His finger rubbing on your throbbing clit before his tounge goes inside your hole, thrusting in an out waking u up completely as he lapped all your juices getting so pussy drunk.

"Love tastes so good hm?.." Heeseung mumbles during the licks and laps sending a vibration thru ur body making u shiver in pleasure, his hands roaming everywhere, caressing your breasts, pinching and rubbing your nipples as you moan loudly making him even more turned on. Seeing your back arch, he inserted 2 fingers in your hole, thrusting in an out relentlessly while his other finger rubbed your clit, making you so close to your high. "Cum for me love, cum all over my fingers like the good girl u are.." Heeseung says making you cum all over his hands immediately. "A-ahh!~ Heeseung- fuck!~" U moan while arching ur back, what a great way to get woken up.. Heeseung gives u a peck on ur forehead as u catch ur breath. "My princess did so well, did u miss me love?" Heeseung says, making u nod as he smiled giving u a peck on ur lips.

"Can i pleasure my lovely girlfriend tonight?" Heeseung asks leaning in, caging u with his arms while looking into ur eyes sincerely, which ofcourse u nodded to. He swiftly takes his sweatpants off, aligning his cock against ur entrance, teasing ur hole, rubbing his tip against ur clit making u whine and whine in annoyance and frustration. But of course heeseung himself couldn't last long, he slid his cock inside without a warning making u gasp, he kisses your neck to reassure u before pounding into u deeply making u a moaning mess. Its been months ever since he fucked u making u all crazy for his cock, u craved his touch so much and ur getting what u both needed.

"fuck mm.. so tight just for me?~" heeseung groans, pounding harder and harder as u moaned in pleasure, the whole bedroom filled with the sound of skin slapping against each other, both of ur moans and heeseungs praises drove the both of u crazy for each other. Soon you reached ur high, "h-hee!~ m' c-cumming~" you moaned, but he didnt give u time, u cummed all over his cock but his thrusts didnt look like it would stop just yet. His thrusts got faster and harder making u shiver in pleasure as heeseung overstimulated u. Your hands gripping on his forearm as u whined and moaned crazily cumming again and again making u clench his cock, making heeseung almost reach his high. He did what u loved, his hand grabbing your throat pinning it on the bed as he pounded into u relentlessly, he started cursing under his breath and moaning ur name, and u knew he was close.

"fuckk.. u drive me crazy y/n"..."princess let me cum inside you.. please let me fucking cum inside u princess!~"..."my princess is the only one that makes me feel so good hm?~ cum all over me again.."

His moans drove u crazy as he finally cummed inside you, which u craved for the most. He looked like an Angel cumming inside u, his eyes closed as he threw his head back, his mouth slightly open as he moans time to time full of praises. "fuck yes.." "my princess felt so good.." "so good mm~" He moans as he cuddles and hugs u tight, giving u the aftercare u deserved. At the end of the day.. The both of u got what u craved a lot, eachother.

Craving satisfied

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IF YALL SEE ANY MISTAKES OR TYPOS N SHI PLS CORRECT OR IGNORE THEM! THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT SAUR... HEHEHEHEHE

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Intertwined // 04

04 - Snapped Neck

pairing: noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo

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

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

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

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

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

seven - taylor swift

matilda - harry styles

winner - conan gray

hard times - ethel cain

anything 4 u - LANY

if it keeps you up at night - the swoons

-NOAH-

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

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

I chuckle quietly at the lyrics,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I flip back to lay flat.

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

And I know he doesn’t like parties.

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

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

And I just let him leave like that…

God why did I let him leave.

I want to go home.

I need to go home.

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

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

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

I hit request.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Am I intruding?

Is it really intruding if I live here too?

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

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

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

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

I don’t belong anywhere.

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

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

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

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

So here is better than there at least.

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

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

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

I need to at least try.

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

-NICHOLAS-

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

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

“Fuck.” I mutter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I drift off to sleep before 30.  

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

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

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

But I guess if I’m here with him,

If it’s his, it’s mine too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No

He wouldn’t

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh.” She replies solemnly in understanding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know.”

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

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

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

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

Another brief pause followed by a slightly more intrigued grumble.

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

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

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

He just sniffles.

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

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

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

He gives a small ‘mhm’ groan.

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

He replies with a ‘nuh-uh’ whine.  

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

He shakes his head in resistance again.

“C’mon, just a couple bites…for me?”

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

“You’re not gonna move, are you?”

He shakes his head.

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

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

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

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

He nods mutely.

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

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

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

His hand reaches behind him and firmly captures my wrist.

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

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

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

“It helps.” He croaks. “Remember?”

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

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

But at least I can do this.

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

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

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

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

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

But then he squeezes my wrist.

“Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe it would help

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

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

Maybe he’s uncomfortable

Maybe he thinks this is weird

Maybe it is weird?

Is this weird?

Maybe he doesn’t like it

Maybe I’m making it worse

Maybe–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does this help?”

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

“You always help, Nicholas.”

Next Chapter -> 05 - Girl Crush*

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too, more, and most

A/N: this was originally supposed to be a lil valentine's blurb but then it took a very dark turn so it won't be that unless you want it to be, and in that case then sure, this very dark fic can be a valentine's gift to you all (all 70 of you??? what the fuck??) anywho ty all for the love on my writing, can't begin to express how fucking cool that is and how thankful I am!!!

TW// very dark, death is alluded to until straight out said, sorta MCD but redeemed, lots of swearing, derealization, hallucinations, death ish. that's it I think?

Summary: Wilbur is a broken man with attachment issues, his problems only worsen after reader breaks up with him. he finds out his love isn't here anymore but finds himself discovering what true reality is his.

Pairings: cc!wilbur x reader

Pronouns: they/them and use of y/n and l/n

Words: 3,378 (forgot to add at first, sry)

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Wilbur was picky with who he said I love you to. His family was one thing, parents, brothers—those were easy. When it came to others, friends, romantic partners—those were more difficult, more calculated when he eventually admitted it.

But once he did, he never stopped saying it. And he was stubborn, fully set that he loved you more than anything than anyone ever loved anyone else. 

He would say it at least once an hour, and if he was away he'd text the words to you, followed by some stupid mushy gif. He'd write love letters readmitting his feelings for you, attaching a little wild flower he found somewhere in the garden. He'd leave it on your side of the bed and sneak away back into his office. He sat in his desk chair and pretend to work as he listened for you to open the front door. He'd wait there, patiently dilly-dallying whilst he waited for your arms to wrap around him and kiss the top of his head.

He'd follow it by saying; "I love you, darling." His hands resting on your arms that snuck around his shoulders, your chin now on the top of his head.

"I love you too," Is what you would reply with, he'd chuckle and press a kiss to your arm.

"I love you more." Wilbur wasn't one to back down on this exchange, he was sure his love for you outweighed any amount of love for anyone or anything else.

Whoever ended the exchange would say I love you most.

It always mostly worked to end the exchange. Sometimes it just wasn't enough and strings of I love you's were exchanged. The word most wasn't the end all be all, unfortunately.

Or was that even...real?

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The ceiling was far from interesting, but staring at it was better than falling asleep in Wilbur's mind. The other side of the bed was cold, and the lack of warmth and a person beside him, infected his bones with the same bone-chilling temperature the sheets beside him had.

He'd reach his hand over every once and a while, subconscious habits taking over his actions, the exhaustion blurring his mind's ability to keep control. 

He forgot how he loathed being alone. And he regretted not saying those words sooner. You would still be here next to him, your hand on the back of his neck, your own head nuzzled into his chest and his arm holding you close to his body, the two of you now one.

Wilbur should have said I love you a long time ago. Sleeping wouldn't be a dreaded activity and maybe the bags under his eyes wouldn't be so dark they look like black eyes anymore. He'd have a reason to move forward.

His phone had been shut off by him for a few weeks, and the bills still went through but he needed to ignore all the pleas and notifications from friends and family.

No, James, Wilbur does not want to go out drinking and talk about it. He'd much rather have anything else.

And no, Tommy, Wilbur didn't want to join your next vlog at the beach. Do you want him to break down?

Jack asked to come over and play some Mario Kart with him to take his mind off things. They all had valid concerns and they were only doing their best but he didn't want to do anything.

Not when he could have prevented the situation he's in, he's in a void, and he has no purpose as far as he's concerned.

Ash was the most gentle of them all, he asked if Wilbur was okay a few times, always following it up with "you don't have to talk about it, just know that I'm here". He was kind, quiet, and gentle. Wilbur had genuinely contemplated answering his friend, spilling his guts on how it was his fault and that there wasn't anything he could do that would mend it, everything was gone and it was his fault. But he didn’t he kept his thoughts and feelings to himself.

He kept the too, more, and most to himself. He couldn’t tell you, so why tell anyone? It was best held close to his heart like an unforgiving secret, one that if spilled would put a ripple in space and time. So it was a secret forever held behind the bars of heartbreak.

He tried peeling himself out of bed, wiping his face of old dried tears--he couldn't cry anymore so the saltwater stains on his cheeks were days old, or maybe weeks, Wilbur couldn't tell. It took him a few minutes to coax his aching and tired body to sit up at the least--and even more time to convince himself to turn his phone back on. Maybe he would regret doing so, maybe he wouldn’t but the only way to know was to just..do it. So he did, the screen on his phone lit up, the classic white apple illuminating his face as he waited there, his eyes glued to the screen as it booted up. A few seconds and five password attempts later, his phone was unlocked and in the sms app.

He gravitated towards the last messages with you, it didn't take much convincing for him to open it and when he did, it felt like a train hit him. All of the emotions—the regret, the pain—came flooding back to him.

The last message he ever got from you was "I love you". He mentally kicked himself for never saying it and he threw his phone down on his bed, regret bubbling up his throat and he pulled on his hair. Dry, pained sobs escape his chest and he's shaking. This is so stupid. I'm so stupid. His thoughts ran wild, taunting him, stabbing him. Looking him in the face and telling him how this is all his fault. It's all his fault. It has to be all his fault.

He begins shaking, pulling his legs up to his chest, and wraps his arms around his knees, shoving his face between them. No tears fall, and the sobs lessen, although no less painful than before. He tries to take deep breaths, pushing the image of your last message to him that's burned into his vision, further and further from his consciousness. If his brain can push every other bad memory away, why won't it hide this one? God, he's so stupid—what person forces themselves to face the one thing that tore them apart? Wilbur would be it. He is the one to do that and he regrets it.

His breathing slows to a steady pace, and he drops his hands from his hair. He wants to curl up inside himself and just shrivel up until he's nothing but particles in the air. And he wants to, he really wants to. But he promised himself he would go out today and do something helpful for himself. Maybe some fresh air would help.

Or maybe it'll just remind him of you

Either way, he needed out. His bed was beginning to feel claustrophobic and the walls of his room felt like they were closing in on him. Not to mention he hasn't showered in at least a week, and the last time he did shower, James had forced him and stood outside the bathroom door the entire way because he knew Wilbur would try and trick him.

He lifted his blankets and tossed them to the side, throwing his legs over the side of his bed and pushing himself up to stand. His legs wobbled for a moment in a lack of use and then he mindlessly brought himself to his dresser, grabbing a sweater and some jeans, and whatever else he needed before his legs brought him to the bathroom and he turned on the shower.

The water burned his skin but was somehow comforting in the way he turned red as the water hit him. It burned, but it was nice. It was an unfortunate reminder he was alive, and this was real. But perhaps, a cold shower would be even worse, so the reminder of his reality through burning hot water droplets on his skin was a much better alternative than cold ice water douching him in the painful realization of never being able to get you back.

That was worse than anything. That you were forever to never be his again.

It wasn't much longer that he stood under the hot water, and then he soon stepped out, hurriedly wrapping himself in a towel to avoid the chilling cold you always feel after a boiling shower. He doesn't bother to change whilst in the bathroom, but instead snatches his clothes from the cluttered sink counter and pulls open the door, bringing himself back to the warmth of his room while he slips on his clothes, his sweater being last after a T-Shirt underneath.

He knew that if he made any more contemplation over whether he should go outside or not, he'd never make it past his bedroom door. So he was quick in grabbing his keys and wallet before slipping out of his bedroom door followed by his apartment door. He quickly locked the door until it clicked and hurried down the stairs. The faster he got downstairs, the less time he had to rethink his decisions.

He's quick to push open the clear entrance door to his apartment building, passing by some of his neighbors he's never met and then he's out of the stuffy building. He's hit with a wave of wind, hitting the tip of his nose, and the cool scent warming him in calm comfort. It's nice to feel comfort again, it's so, so nice.

He stands there for a moment, taking in the cool, fresh air. To passersby, he looks like an idiot who's most likely high—but in reality, he's a broken man who hasn't left his house in weeks and feels he no longer has a purpose. Neither version is a good one, but what he really is, is much better than the alternative.

He pauses for a moment, taking in what's around him. Wilbur didn't think about what he was going to do past walking outside, so now he's stuck. Maybe he could go right back inside or maybe he—

There's a shadow of a person on the beach, or maybe it just looks like a shadow—but something about it draws him to it. Where the shadow seems to pace on the beach—the person-shaped shadow—isn't far from where he stands in front of his apartment building. He's curious, and the curiosity gets to him and he's hurriedly walking over to the stairs that lead down to the beach. He doesn't waste any time finding that damned shadow, he doesn't even know why he wants to know what it is, so badly. But he does, he really does and his hurried walking turns to jogging until he's full-out sprinting on the pebble beach, the saltwater-twisted air hitting his nose sharply.

The shadow becomes more and more of a human shape the closer he gets to it. And then he's a foot away. And the shadow turns around to face him. And it isn't a shadow anymore. It's a person. It's a fucking person. But it isn't just any person, no, no—it's you.

It's you. It's you. It's you. Oh god, it's you.

But you don't look…alive. You look dead, gone. You're practically transparent and he wonders if this is what it was like for people to see Ghostbur if the DreamSMP was real. Dear god, you're dead. Or are you? Maybe he's just hallucinating, maybe he spent too long in his flat and now his mind doesn't know what reality is and so it's tricking itself into believing you're here. But as a shadow.

He wants to run so badly but something keeps him angered onto the pebble-covered beach. Why can’t he stop looking at you? And why in all things good can he not move?

“Y/N,” It’s the only thing he utters, and it's broken and quiet in the way he says it. 

You simply stare at him, his expression cracking and shattering in the same way his heart does all over again, and then you’re gone again. You simply poof into thin air.

He takes hours before he can drag himself back to his flat, and he still hasn’t figured out if what he saw was real or not--but he’d rather not dwell on that for now. He just needs to get back home, he didn't even bring his phone with him, who knows how many people have tried contacting him whilst he was on his..walk. You could call it a walk, that’s for sure.

The door is opened haphazardly, and he nearly bangs his head against the side of it, not noticing his surroundings. He takes the stairs, his steps slow and by no means careful, and then hes on his floor, dragging himself to his flat. He unlocks the door until it clicks and then beelines for his room and snatches his phone off his bed.

He has a few dozen messages from friends, some from his parents and brothers--but he ignores them all and goes straight to safari;

Y/N L/N obituary

He presses the search button and turns his phone screen away from himself, face down in his lap. Wilbur has been offline for weeks--anything could’ve happened--and who would tell him anyways? Plus, who’s to say what felt like weeks to him, hasn't been months?

A few moments later and with some reassurance from himself, he turns the screen back to face him and his eyes glance to the first result.

Y/N dead at 26, drowned at brighton beach

It’s dated four months ago.

But they broke up with him three weeks ago? You were alive mere weeks ago! How did this--how did this happen?

It was your ghost he saw, that much he knows.

You died.

God…

You’re dead.

Wilbur finds tears sliding down his cheeks, droplets plopping onto his phone screen and he pulls the sleeve of his sweater over his hand to wipe away the salty liquid from his face and he sniffles.

How didn’t he know? Why didn’t anyone tell him?

He should go back to the beach.

The beach sounds great…maybe he’ll find you again, maybe he can ask questions and get answers for all of the wonders wandering his mind.

That’s what he should do.

And so he does, but this time he takes a blanket and his phone with him.

It’s the same path as before but now he knows where he’s going when he steps outside and its dark now. The biting cold wind of dusk hits his face in a harsh sharpness, but he moves on and continues walking, blanket rested over his arm and head held up as he looks around for you.

He spots you on an old pier and is quick to follow you, walking up the crickety stairs, being slow and careful with his steps, cautious to not spook the ghost of you again. He has questions that need answers, and scaring you away does him no good.

He keeps walking to the edge of the pier, there aren’t any railings, and its entirely open. He stops when hes one to two feet away from you and he drops the blanket on the planks of wood below. He looks up from the ground, eyes meeting your shadowy figure slowly revealing details about you, although still transparent, you aren’t just a shadowy figure.

“Hello, love,” Wilbur is sure to put on a soft smile when he speaks, and you shake your head at him, looking down.

You look up, head tilting and bottom lip poking out as a taunt, “I’m not your love,”

“I--I know you’re dead but--”

“No,” is all you say, and then you’re gone again.

Wilbur wants to break down again, decompose, and scream and sob and cry. But instead, he just stands there in cowardice. He doesn’t move, he simply stands in silence. He finds himself walking towards the edge of the pier and then he sits down, legs dangling over the water.

He wonders what would---

No, Wilbur, no.

He recoils. Pulls his legs up. Backs away from the edge. He feels someone push him. He pushes back and tries to find the source of said force--it’s just him up here. But he keeps pushing against the force trying to knock him off and he’s doing a great job of it--until he doesn’t and then he’s plummeting down and he twists in the air as he falls and something in his mind speaks.

“Your end is the same as your love’s”

And then it's all black.

The next thing he knows he’s choking up water or what feels like choking up water. But he doesn’t feel like he’s in water and-- But hes awake? Alive? It feels dry around him but he still can’t see.

He tries crying out, his eyes practically glued shut and he can’t force them open.

He jolts up and his eyes shoot open, his eyes frantically search the room, it's dark and he can barely see anything and then he sees an outline of a person; you. But you’re dead! And he’s dead!

Or is he, or are you? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t know anything anymore.

The shadow-like figure--you, kneel down in front of him, hands on his shoulders and your features come into view; eyebrows knitted in concern, eyes wide with fear, and mouth agape with worry.

“Love,” You inch closer to him and he backs away in fear, breathing rapid and labored, “Are you okay?” You pull your hands away in response to his skittishness.

He shakes his head, “You’re supposed to be dead,” His voice is quiet and it cracks when he speaks like he hasn’t spoken in months.

“What?”

He just shakes his head and pulls his legs up to his chest, hiding the lower half of his face between his knees, eyes the only thing in vision and his gaze is locked on you--completely unwavering.

“I’m not going to hurt you, my darling,” You put your hand out as an offering and he takes it into consideration, eyeing it like it has the chance to burn him.

“You won’t leave?” Wilbur’s eyes glance to yours for a moment before refocusing back onto your offered hand.

You shake your head, a soft smile donning your lips, “Never,”

He utters a small ‘ok’ and takes your hand and a few moments later he catapults himself into your arms. Heavy sobs ricocheted out of his chest. Your arms wrap tightly around him, and his own arms do the same for you. The two of you sit there in silence, the only noises are of the fan set up in your room or the sound of his cries as you hold him.

“I love you,” His voice is soft, small but he means it. He means it so much more than you could know.

“I love you too, bur,” You place a kiss on his temple, your hand reaching to tangle with his hair, “so, so much,”

He hums in response and another silence blankets the two of you in comfortable warmth, and then you’re the one to break it this time;

“What happened?”

He shrugs, “So much,”

You rest your chin atop his head, one hand playing with his hair and the other rubbing his back, “Wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head, “No,” He pauses, gears turning in his head as he mulls over what to say next, “I love you more, by the way,”

A small, joyous laugh escapes your throat, “And I love you most.”

The two of you spend the rest of the evening like that, in each other's arms, muttering reassurances of your love for the other--and eventually, he tells you of all he’s experienced. And you feel horrible, your heart aches for him but you’re happy he’s in your arms now.

And he smiles.

He knows you’re not going anywhere and he knows you love him too, more, and most.

[phoenixdaneko]

from the touching prompts can u pls do the “falling asleep on the other’s shoulder” for Abyssal Lights? Pls I’m begging

Oh, of course!!!

Title: Touch // Word Count: 839 words // AO3 Version

It had been a long day. You weren't even sure how you'd ended up in this predicament, but… you weren't exactly complaining either.

The boys had been rushing across the house the entire day. Sun had checked in once, Moon twice, and you hadn't seen Eclipse at all. Apparently, Afton was closing some big business deal, and it was all hands on deck. Or something like that. You didn't really care for what the humans did, but it was annoying you that it took away your main source of entertainment and care. You grumbled to yourself, swimming in aimless circles, digging through the sand, and attempting to nap. Nothing entertained your mind for long.

Which is how you ended up here. You'd sat yourself at the edge of your tank, watching the door diligently. A weary looking Sun - how'd he look so tired when he was an animatronic? - had trudged into your tiled room, dropping himself unceremoniously next to you. Some of his rays clicked into his faceplate as he leaned his head against your shoulder, releasing a simulated sigh as his eyes closed.

"Sorry guppy… long day…" he mumbled gently, fingers twitching as his simulated breathing evened out and deepened. Had he… fallen asleep?

You blinked at this development, but… it wasn't unwelcome. He looked exhausted, and you figured he needed the rest. Carefully, you pulled yourself, and him, away from the edge of the tank and against one of the walls. You knew they were waterproof, evident by the fact that Moon had dived into the tank to retrieve you when you'd gotten sick, but you'd still prefer to keep them out of it when possible. Sun had grumbled when you moved him, but didn't do anything else. A whirr and click sounded from his chest as he fully went into rest mode, and you pursed your lips.

Guess you were stuck here. Not that you minded…

After about half an hour of Sun resting on your shoulder, Moon trudged in as well, sitting on your other side. You smiled at him, sharp teeth glinting, before quietly asking about his day, and he quickly regaled you with the absolute horror show that they had to deal with. You knew Afton was bad, but it was apparently his normal times 10 on days like this one.

You listened attentively, noting that Moon's gaze sometimes seemed… far off, and he'd trail off before continuing his sentence. Slowly, his body slumped towards yours, and just like that, you had a second sleeping animatronic on your other shoulder.

Well then. You… honestly weren't sure what to do. You could lift them with relative ease, but having to hold two sleeping animatronics and drag yourself to their rooms? Not happening. No calling Eclipse, since both of your sources for such were asleep. You supposed you'd have to wait then. Either for them to wake up on their own, or for Eclipse to come by and help you out.

Heaving an affectionately aggravated sigh, you gently entangled one hand with each of theirs, resting your head against the wall. You hummed softly to yourself, tail coiling up near your body as you gently shifted the two animatronics to be more comfortable against you. You blinked slowly, counting the tiles on the ceiling - again - as your thoughts slowed.

Maybe you could rest too. You'd been awake for a while, too anxious about what was happening to nap properly. Now that you had 2 of the 3 bots, the third was sure to be not far behind. A nap wouldn't hurt. You yawned, blinking a few times before slipping into your own light sleep.

---

And that was how Eclipse found you all, about an hour later. Chuckling to himself, he snapped a picture before sitting himself down near your tail, silently watching the door. They definitely needed this, and he wasn't about to wake up the giant, somewhat temperamental siren. Instead, he leaned against your tail, idly running his hands across it as his own eyelids drooped. You cracked an eye open from the touch, but seeing that it was just him, you simply uttered a greeting as your eye closed again. He spoke a soft greeting back, and you smiled.

"How… do you… feel?" You questioned quietly, and Eclipse laughed softly.

"Tired. Like shit. Plenty of words that I could think of to describe this feeling." He spoke back, and you chuckled softly, tail lighting up in that happiness pattern. He smiled at that, continuing to run his hand over your tail. You slowly disentangled one of your hands, gently pulling him to lean against you more heavily before taking the other bots hand back in yours.

"Sleep then." You spoke simply, waiting until his eyes closed to look towards the door. You'd gotten a short nap in, and now you had people to watch over. They could rest a while longer, enough to have strength to get back to their rooms.

And you'd admit, you weren't eager to part with them just yet.

Figured I'd tag the snippet taglist for Abyssal Lights instead of the main one!

@crystalmagpie447 @celticwolfie @archangel-fucking-judas @maldefekt @aboutchicken298 @d3m0l1t10n-lvrs @tway-la @dressycobra7 @duhsty1 @laymedowntorest @art1sty @venomous-qwille @catboy-pentheus @remidraws @dracoria-nebulae

[wonusite]

sneaking in to your mom's room where she's in the bathroom showering and gyu's asleep on the bed and playing with his cock under his pants until he fully hardens (discussed and consented to beforehand!!) just imagine him groaning and squirming in his sleep hehe ♥️ once he's fully hard you take it out of its constraints so you can play with his dick with your hands then mouth,,, he'd unconsciously moan your name and his terms of endearment for you in that sexy, husky morning voice of his and his hand would come up to rest on your head even as he's sleeping and you think it's so sweet you can't help but clench

just sucking him off was enough to prep you so the next thing you do is position yourself over his cock and lower yourself until it's fully inside 🥴 you let yourself be loud bc you doubt your mom would be able to hear it over the water running anyway 😁 you don't start off slow either, immediately bouncing on him like a bunny 🫣 whether he woke up from the pleasure or the sounds of your moans, squelching and skin slapping doesn't matter bc the second you see his eyes open you're greeting him, "good morning, daddy~" without slowing in pace. at first he looks a bit dazed like "fuck– baby–" but when he grasps the situation, he quickly grabs hold of your hips and ass and raises his hips to meet your bounces ♥️ "good morning, angel. such a pretty thing to wake up to."

and imagine after you both cum, you drop yourself on him bc you put so much energy into riding him HFIKDJFKDB but he only rolls you both over so he's on top and pushes his cum back into you in gentle thrusts so he can "thank his baby for waking him up so well" 😵😵😵

- 🐶

well fuck 🧍🏻‍♀️

you really didn’t mean for this to happen. going into your mom’s room with the intention of telling her that you were going to skip breakfast bc you were spending the day w your friends was irrelevant atp. as soon as you opened the door to see a sleeping gyu with your mom no where in sight, it’s like your feet moved on their own. you could hear the shower running, and since your mom loved to take extra long showers, you knew you’d have enough time to play with daddy!gyu all you wanted.

you slip into the bed, taking your time to admire how pretty mingyu looks while he sleeps. you toss the covers off of him, slowly trailing your hand down to palm his bulge. it’s almost embarrassing how fast your mouth waters and how your pussy starts to tingle at the feeling of gyu’s dick. all it takes is a few rubs for it to get hard. you lick your lips and pull his sweatpants down low enough to release his leaking cock.

it slaps against his lower abdomen, and he mewls softly when it comes into contact with the cold air. you can’t hold yourself back any longer and take him into your mouth. ur pace is slow at first, but when gyu unconsciously moans princess and brings his hand up to pet ur head, you lose it. ur movements speed up, eager to get him close to the edge without actually waking him up.

ur cunt is dripping and clenching so much that u finally can’t take it anymore. it’s a good thing you’re only wearing a crop top and underwear so u can easily slide your panties to the side and hover above his cock. slowly, you slide down until you’re fully sitting on it. the moan you let out is loud, but you doubt your mom can hear anything. either way, you don’t care.

immediately, you start bouncing on his leaking cock. he’s filling you up deliciously, and the carnal sound of slapping skin and ur squelching person only spurs you on. you’re moaning like ur in heat, eager to get yourself to the edge using your daddy’s cock.

“baby?”

you bounce harder and faster, eager to have his cum fill you up. “good morning, daddy.”

it takes gyu a full second to realize what’s going on, but as soon as he does he slaps your ass before he roughly grips it and starts fucking up into you. the way he’s hitting your sweet spot with his savage like thrusts is making you moan like you’re a pornstar, and gyu can’t get enough of it.

“so fucking good for me, angel. prettiest thing to wake up to.”

you both moan and come together, which makes you collapse on gyu’s broad chest. he rolls you over, fucking his cum back into ur messy cunt.

“we’re not done yet, baby.” mingyu says as he effortlessly picks you up, cock still buried inside you to keep his cum where it belongs. “daddy still has to thank you for being such a good girl.”

you clench around him as he starts to walk you to your room.

[smilingformoney]

Do you one shots or are you taking one shots requests for Soul Of Ice? Could at one point we get one where Abbie was with Sev during a summer and Sev’s DE meeting took longer than expected? So Abbie gets worried and to comfort herself gets a jumper or sweater that her father wore out of his closet and wore it so she could feel close to him while he was away and fell asleep, curled up and he came back from the meeting and found her like that and she had to explain to him that it made her feel close to him and she gets embarrassed maybe and he comforts her in his own way? I’m feeling anxious and depressed and this brings me comfort. Also, Soul Of Ice is the best fanfic I’ve ever read and looking forward to the next chapter

This ask has turned me into a sobbing mess for the following reasons:

This idea is adorable

The fact you came up with this idea suggests you were thinking about snabbie outside of reading the main story 🥹

"best fanfic"?? I cry 😭

Anyway here u go!! Technically Abbie was never at Spinner's End after Voldemort's return but let's ignore the technicalities for the sake of some cute snabbie fluff 🥰

You Are Home

Dad Snape & Daughter!OC one-shot

When Severus returned home at last, he was exhausted. A glance at the clock told him he’d been away for over twelve hours. Twelve hours in the company of Death Eaters; twelve hours of constantly occluding away the Dark Lord’s invasion into his mind. It was enough to drive him mad.

He wanted to go straight to bed, but he supposed he should check on Abbie first.  The house was silent, and he wondered if she was in bed herself already.

No, it wasn’t quite silent, he realised - a gentle crackling noise told him the fireplace was lit. Perhaps she was still up after all.

Peering through the living room door, he saw the fire was indeed lit, and the long tendrils of orange light illuminated a pile of his robes on the sofa. Strange, he thought - it wasn’t like him to leave laundry lying around.

He took another step into the room and realised he was in fact looking at Abbie, curled up asleep on the sofa under his robe. Her dark hair and the dark robe had almost camouflaged her in the dim light, but her sleeping face gave her away.

He knelt down next to her and gently shook her shoulder.

“Abbie,” he said softly. She stirred, and her eyes fluttered open.

“Dad?” she mumbled. “You’re okay…”

“Of course I am. Why aren’t you in bed?”

“I was worried,” Abbie replied as she sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. “You’ve been gone all day. I wanted to stay up and wait for you… guess I fell asleep.”

“You were… worried about me?” Severus echoed with confusion. It was his job to worry about her, not the other way around.

“You’re not usually gone this long, I thought something had happened.” She glanced away, and even in the low light Severus could see a blush creeping up her cheeks. “Silly, I know…”

“Not silly at all, Abbie. I’m sorry, I should have sent a message to you that I would be back late. I suppose I’m not used to anyone caring where I am.”

She shivered, and Severus quickly wrapped the robe tighter around her. “Why are you using my robe as a blanket?” he asked with amusement.

Abbie blushed harder then. “It was… comforting. Like you were there.”

Severus smiled and gently kissed the top of her head. “Next time I have a late meeting, I assure you I’ll let you know. Now - it just so happens I bought some hot chocolate yesterday. How about I make you some, then you can get yourself to sleep in a proper bed with a duvet, rather than sleeping on the couch underneath my robe?”

She nodded, and so Severus quickly made two mugs of hot chocolate in the kitchen. When he came back, Abbie was sitting up fully awake, but she was still wrapped in his robe.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile as he sat down and handed the steaming mug to her. “What’s this on top?” she asked.

“Whipped cream and cinnamon. Sorry, I should have asked, that’s how I always make it -”

“No, I like it,” she said after taking a sip. “Who’d have known Professor Snape has a sweet tooth?”

“Don’t tell anyone, they won’t believe you anyway,” Severus remarked. Abbie chuckled and leaned into him.

“I’m glad you’re home, Dad,” she said softly.

Severus smiled, warmth spreading through his chest from more than just the hot chocolate as he thought, To me, you are home.

[anakinniesluv]

Awake.

Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan × fem!Omaticaya!bestfriend!reader

Warnings/tags: fluffy, neteyam getting exposed, mentions of pain/bruises, Neteyam is aged up for the purpose of veing able to choose a mate, laughing n kicking my feet rn bye

Summary: you are much more conscious than Neteyam thinks.

Context: reader got hurt the night before, neteyam layer with her as she fell asleep. Set on awa’atlu.

Notes: I FINALLY got this posted. I had this almost done and then tumblr did that annoying thingy where it deletes ur draft for no reason like r u tryna catch these hands rn. After that I just didn't have much motivation to write it and I had classes n shi. Also so so sorry to @summeroxx for this taking so long!! <33

(Also creds to random notion makers for the divider lol)

You dont know when exactly you fell asleep. You remember laying in his arms and feeling his warmth, sculpting out every detail on his face as if you were about to make a painting. Then the next thing you can think of was darkness.

Your peace is disrupted by the not-so-quiet footsteps and whispering that sounds more like an everlasting voice crack on a normal volume voice.

"Are you sure she's okay?shouldn't she be up right now?" An all too familiar voice asks.

"Leave her alone, Neteyam. Her sleeping is not in any way bad. Back off before you wake her up and she plucks your eyeballs from your head herself," the all so wonderful kiri tells him off.

Neteyam scoffs, and silence follows after. You rest in quiet for a minute, only hearing the light scrapes of Kiri grinding an herb and the pleasant clicking of animals outside. It must be early, you think.

Neteyam must have been staring, because you hear what sounds to be a light tap on skin followed by Kiri's voice. "You practically have txe'lans (hearts) bulging from your eyes, Neteyam. Spare the girl from your pining for the short while she sleeps." Kiri says, teasing Neteyam and triggering him to send a playful smack to her arm.

"Seriously bro. Either ask her out or stop grossing us out with your little romance in denial." Another voice speaks from the entry. Lo'ak.

"Shut up, skxawng! What if she's awake!?" Neteyam has a strong reaction, and it takes everything in you to not burst out laughing at the irony, which doesn't go unnoticed by Kiri.

You hear Kiri grab something, before feeling the presence of her beside you as she lifts up your bandages to check your wounds. She leans over your head, asking it appear to the others that she is simply getting a better angle to check you over.

To your surprise, she leans close to your ear and whispers, "I know you're awake. This is enough proof that your love is requited, yes?"

You nearly start choking. We're you being that obvious?

Before you even fully process her words, she gets up. "She is healing very well. She should be fully recovered in a couple days." She says. Just then, you pretend to just be waking.

"Oh! You're awake, finally." Neteyam says once he notices you supposed recent consciousness. "Wow, 'tey. Thanks for being so happy to see me." You joke.

You sit up with your legs on the ground, stretching your arms before standing up and stretching your legs. You cannot manage to pull your eyes away from Neteyam. You had really been pining over him only to find out so far in that he feels the same?

Kiri walks towards the exit, stopping to whisper to Lo'ak, before taking the shocked looking boy outside. You are now alone with Neteyam.

What are you supposed to say? Do you tell him? Do you ignore it? Your mind is filled with thousands of panicked thoughts before your trance is broken by the one that causes them.

"How do you feel?" He asks. It's a simple question, but it still has you worrying about what to answer. "I feel fine." Is all you manage to stutter out.

He looks as if he is about to speak, but you cut him off. "Neteyam, can you meet me at our tree at eclipse tonight? It's important." He looks confused, maybe even dreadful at what is to come judging by your expression.

You speed-walk out of there as soon as he nods, trying to hide your blushing face.

Exiting the marui, you find Lo'ak and Kiri guiltily staring at you, obviously spying.

"EwwwWWWwww, my brother and best friend are going to get it on tonight; in a tree! Blegh!" "Shut up Lo'ak."

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It's been hours since then, and eclipse is very soon to come. You check on your appearance, feeling very paranoid about meeting neteyam. He had been out for most of the day, and when he wasn't you were avoiding him and the marui you share with him.

You begin to head to the tree you had found and marked as yours and met at many times weeks before, making sure to not catch neteyam on your way out. You sneakily make your way to the tree, being slowed down by your injuries but managing anyways.

You make it up onto the largest branch of the tree, finding Neteyam already awaiting your arrival. His head snaps in your direction and he stands up as soon as he recognizes you.

"Is everything okay? I haven't seen you all day." He asks, stepping close to you. "Yeah- everything's fine just.." you trail off, not knowing what words to say.

"Just what? What was so important that you must bring me here to tell me?" He is urging you to tell him now, he is becoming anxious.

Before he can push you any further, you say it straight up. "I wasn't sleeping in the healing marui this morning." You say. His expression almost makes you want to clamp your hands over your mouth, his shocked and embarrassed face giving you guilt.

"I.. uh." He chokes on his words, taking a step back and looking everywhere but your face. His ears fold back and he almost has the expression that he might cry, but we all know he has mastered hiding his tears.

"I'm sorry. That probably makes you so uncomfortable, that's why you were avoiding me. I don't want you to hate me-" "No, 'Tey. You don't get it. I've been waiting to hear that since I was 10 years old." You interrupt his rambling.

"You.. what?" He finally looks you in the face, confusion and slight relief displayed on his features. "You skxawng, I've been yearning for those words since I was a child! Do you not get it? I wasn't exactly disc-" before you can finish your sentence, he cut you off by kissing you.

The kiss is passionate and beautiful. It shares all of the feelings you cannot express in words. It tells the stories of how you've longed for eachother as long as you can remember. It gives the message of how entirely you have eachothers hearts, minds and souls right in grasp.

Unfortunately, you are living and have to breath. You both pull back, catching your breath and sharing lovesick smiles.

"I want you to be my mate." He utters. "I would want nobody else, Neteyam."

This time you are the one to kiss him, but this time it's different. This kiss is more needy, less cautious.

Now you are both sitting on your knees facing eachother, not breaking the kiss as you kneel. You reach your hand around his neck and lightly grasp the base of the braid that covers his tswin (braid/queue).

He breaks the kiss before reaching behind his head, grabbing the large braid and looking at you for approval. You nod and smile like a fool before grabbing your own.

You carefully inch the tendrils towards eachother before making tsaheylu, and sealing the bond. You feel every bit of love he has, not to mention other emotions. You are overwhelmed with a feeling of closeness to eachother, and it is the most extraordinary, unexplainable feeling youve ever felt.

He is your mate for life now. He is yours, you are his. 'awsiteng nìt'iluke (together forever).

Hii! I'm so happy I finished this, the ending was a bit rushed but I'm happy it's done. This was made fem!reader out of habit because it wasn't requested a certain gender, but I could for sure make it GN! if you would rather that!! Ilysm, ty for reading. Also sorry that this was short, I didn't really know how to finish it since it was a mating thing, and smut wasn't requested so like yk

(Also PLEASEEEEEEEEEE send requests I'm begging)