#( i was so comfy that i almost fell asleep outside )

[vivwritesfics]

Marshmallow

Her bed is too comfy for Bucky. But she has a solution

Fluff, fluff, so much fluff - but also I haven't written for this man in so long, it was like coming home

Her bed was like a marshmallow. Now, to most, this was no bad thing. But Bucky Barnes wasn't most. He was a soldier, Sergeant James Barnes. He wasn't used to comfort.

They'd met in such a normal way for a super soldier. Bucky had been trying to date, he'd been trying for so long after… everything, that he'd given up hope.

But there she was, reaching for a coffee that wasn't hers because she was too tired to proper comprehend it.

Her own name was called just after (Bucky definitely hasn't been listening while she ordered her own coffee, who said that?) and Bucky picked up her coffee and carried it to the outside table she'd been sitting at. There she was, ready to lift his coffee to her own lips.

“I think you've got mine,” he said with a warm smile as he showed her her own name written on the side of her cup.

She paused, pulled the coffee away from her mouth and looked at the name on the cup. Her head fell forward, embarrassment written on her face. “And my name isn't Bucky,” she said and pushed the cup of coffee towards him. “What kinda a name is that, anyway? I've never met a Bucky before.”

“It's a nickname,” he began as he slipped into the seat opposite her and placed her coffee down in front of her. He held out his flesh hand. “The name's James.”

“How do you get Bucky from James?”

Things progressed from there. Conversation was easy, in a way it hadn't been on any of his other dates and, by the end of the night, he was asking her to dinner.

It was dinner. And then a movie date. And then the library. Picnic in the park, nature walks, they did it all.

The first time Bucky stayed over (which took some convincing. They'd been seeing each other for three weeks and she'd determined that, after watching movies on her couch, it was too late for him to travel through the city back home), he'd just laid awake, sleep unwilling to find him.

He couldn't sleep, anyway. Not with her sleeping on his flesh arm. He played with her hair, touch gentle to not wake her. A little while before he met her, he would have seen a monster as his vibranium fingers played with her hair.

It kept happening. It was almost like Bucky couldn't stay away. And, every time he slept in her bed, she ended up sleeping against him in some capacity. Laying on his arm, head against his chest, holding his hand as it was wrapped around her middle.

He'd get used to it, he told himself. Lay there long enough and he'd fall asleep eventually.

Well, that wasn't how it was panning out. Bucky remained away, plastering a smile on his exhausted face the next morning so that she wouldn't worry about it. For now, it was working. For now, he was happy to wear that smile while they drank coffee on her couch, her feet in his lap.

It was his third night in her bed and Bucky was exhausted. Maybe this was the point where he could finally fall asleep beside her, holding her close.

But no, that wasn't the case. Of course it wasn't, Bucky never got that lucky.

She'd started the night laying on his chest, lips parted as soft snores left her lips. Bucky had his arm around her, keeping her close as he shut his eyes and tried to force himself into sleeping (which we know didn't work).

She rolled away from him in her sleep, releasing him completely. Bucky stayed there, laying on his back as he looked at her. She looked so pretty when she slept, and he couldn't stop himself from being jealous.

Pushing himself up, Bucky sucked in a breath. He rubbed his hand over his face, momentarily shutting his tired eyes. Even with his eyes shut, it offered him no rest.

It was, well, bullshit.

As carefully as he could, Bucky climbed out of the bed. He tried to leave the sheets undisturbed, to keep her asleep. But there was little he could do to stop himself from reaching over and kissing her cheek.

He left the room after that, feet quiet and carefully as they carried his heavy, muscled body away. He pulled the door as close to shut as he could without it clicking shut.

Loose in the apartment, Bucky didn't know what to do with himself. He got himself something to drink and just looked through the fridge. He sat on the couch, patting his thick, muscled thigh as he silently flipped through channels.

But there wasn't much he could do. Part of him debated laying on the floor and attempting to sleep, but he couldn't. Not when she was in the next room, probably searching for his warmth.

Through his boredom, Bucky remained quiet. He couldn't imagine anything worse than waking her up, not when she was sleeping so peacefully.

Except she wasn't sleeping peacefully. It was the absence of him that woke her. She knew something was wrong, she just couldn't place it. But then she woke up and Bucky was gone. That was what was wrong.

Wrapping a blanket around her shoulders and slipping her feet into her slippers, she walked out of the bedroom.

“Buck?” She called, voice groggy as she walked towards the couch. He turned his head, watching as she made her way to him and climbed up onto the couch. Throwing one leg over his, she seated herself on his lap and wrapped her arms around him. “What're you doing out here?”

His hands were on her hips as he looked at her. “Couldn't sleep,” he replied and pulled her towards him.

The kiss he placed against her lips was soft, sweet, slight beard scratching against her cheek as he moved towards her neck.

“I missed you,” she replied as she settled against him.

Suddenly, Bucky's lips stopped moving against her neck. He released a sigh and pulled back to look at her tired face. “Do you wanna know why I haven't taken you back to my place yet?” He asked and she nodded her head, fingers dancing across his chest in a soothing manner. “It's because I don't have a bed.”

“You don't have a bed?” She asked, looking up into his blue eyes.

He shook his head. “No, doll, I don't have a bed,” he repeated, his own fingers moving up and down her sides. It wasn't ticklish. No, it had her damn near falling asleep. “I tried to sleep on a bed, got an expensive one for my apartment. Had it for a week before I got rid of it. When I tried laying on the floor, I actually got to sleep.”

Suddenly, she was standing. She grabbed two pillows from the sofa, held them against her chest and grabbed his hand. “C'mon,” she said and led him over to the empty corner of the room.

Throwing the pillows down, she sat and laid the blanket down on top of her. She patted the space beside her, looking up at her with her pretty eyes.

Bucky sat beside her. She pulled the blankets over his legs and then pushed his back against the pillow. “Doll,” he began as she rolled over, resuming her position from earlier. “You don't have to do this.”

“I want to,” she replied and kissed his shoulder.

“But you back-”

And then she was hushing him, shutting him up with a kiss. “Let me do this for you. Besides, if things get uncomfortable I can always lay on you, right?”

“Right.”

She settled down against him, eyes shutting. But seconds later, Bucky had her in his grasp. He rolled her over until she was laying on top of him and kissed the top of her head. “There,” he said against her hair. “That's better.”

And, that night, Bucky Barnes fell asleep.

[zeroreasonstocare]

One day while watching Yuji, your clothes get dirty. No problem, you can go to your apartment and change… except you locked yourself out. Don’t worry, Choso has your spare key! It’s gotta be somewhere… it’s with him and he’s not off work for another couple of hours.

Luckily, the little kid you babysit is a problem solver, and Yuji hands you one of Choso’s shirts to change into instead. It’s actually pretty comfortable, a little big, but it smells like his laundry detergent and a lingering scent of his cologne.

“That shirt is big on you!” Yuji points out the obvious.

“Yeah, it is, Yuji. But it’s pretty comfy. You sure he won’t mind?”

“I promise! Choso won’t mind, I think.”

“You think?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m bored.”

You laugh and cook Yuji dinner as he plays with toys. After a couple hours, you put Yuji to bed and Choso comes home.

“I’m back.” He calls out, and you appear out of Yuji’s room. Choso almost chokes on his own spit when he sees you in his shirt.

“Sorry, I got my shirt dirty and locked myself out of my apartment somehow…”

“Oh, do I need to unlock it for you?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind.”

The two of you go to the next door apartment and Choso unlocks it for you and you grab your keys.

“I swear I had these with me,” you mumble and sigh. “Sorry for wearing your shirt again.”

“I don’t mind. It’s cute on you.” He says without thinking and immediately looks away in embarrassment. Your cheeks flush as well and you laugh a little.

“Thanks… It smells nice, you know…”

“Probably just the detergent I use,” he mumbles in a flustered manner.

“It also has a hint of your cologne. Smells like you, it’s nice…” You’re going to be the death of him.

“Uh, th-thanks… I’m guessing Yuji’s in bed?”

“Yeah, he just fell asleep.”

“Good, good…”

“…I’ll clean your shirt and bring it back tomorrow. If that’s okay.”

“Yeah, okay, take your time.” He silently scolds himself for being so flustered. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah, does Yuji need babysat?”

“No, but he does need to prepare for Sukuna to visit again.”

“Oh boy, sounds like fun.” You laugh.

“You have no idea. I’m just hoping he doesn’t bother me about you.” He laughs and shakes his head.

You smile and head into your apartment. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Choso.”

“Yeah, see you.”

He waits outside your apartment a little longer before going inside, opening the fridge to find a meal set aside for him with a little note from you reminding him to eat. He smiles and heats up the food, tracing over how you write his name. He’s really not looking forward to his uncle visiting again.

Masterlist

[damiansgoodgirll]

Can you please make reader and Damian having to share the same hotel room but it’s not an awkward situation, it’s like they are best friends but they constantly tease each other and act like a married couple and they both have feelings for each other but they never confessed it? Make it fluff please

damian priest x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always welcomed!

‼️a lot of tension, sexual tension and mention of nudity but no actual smut, feels, a lot of feels‼️

couple things

“you riding with me?” you heard damian asking you once he got to his rental outside of the airport.

“please…” you didn’t want to call a taxi so his offer was perfect. especially when it was so late and you were in a city you didn’t know.

he laughed and you joined him into the car.

“the flight tore me off, i’m so tired” you complained while damian kept driving. he was tired too but he didn’t mind stay awake for a little more.

“and i thought you would eat something with me…” he smirked.

“well, since we were booked in the same hotel room i guess you wouldn’t mind ordering some take out and eating in bed? please?” he knew he couldn’t say no when you asked him so nicely so he agreed, noticing how tired you were.

“i like that idea” he smiled.

once you got to the hotel, he helped you with your bags, claiming that you were too tired to carry your own bags and so you let him do it, definitely not complaining.

when you got to the room, you couldn’t help but notice that there was just one bed instead of the usual two beds. you didn’t mind it at all since you and damian had sleepovers almost every week, but you saw it in his eyes that maybe the situation was making him uncomfortable.

“is there something wrong?” you asked, fearing that he would want to change room.

“no…i just hope this doesn’t make you uncomfortable” you couldn’t believe he was prioritising you instead of his own comfort “you know…we shared rooms multiple times, but we never shared the bed…”

you laughed “damian, we fell asleep together on my couch probably twenty times in the last year…it’s not a problem sleeping with you, i’ll use it as an excuse so you can keep me warm” your words didn’t mean to make him hot, but somehow he had the opposite reaction and felt like he was exploding.

so you both began to get ready.

damian ordered some food while you were in the bathroom changing to something more comfy “oh shit…” you whispered. your bra got stuck and you couldn’t find a way to open it without tearing your shoulders off.

“is everything okay?” he asked when he heard your worried voice.

“damian can you come inside please?”

he did as you told him, but he definitely wasn’t expecting to see you almost naked, just wearing a pair of panties and your bra “dios mio…” he whispered closing immediately his eyes when he saw your bare figure.

you couldn’t help a laugh, wondering why he was reacting this way when he saw you wearing bikinis all the time.

“damian i can’t open my bra…can you help me? i think it’s stuck”

“me?” his eyes opened while he watched you through the bathroom mirror.

“yes duh…you, you’re the only one here…and i’ve been trying to get it out for the past ten minutes, please…” he couldn’t say no to your doe eyes but you definitely weren’t helping the tension he was feeling when you were almost naked in front of him.

his warm hands touched your back, sending shivers all over your body. it took him only two seconds to open it up and you were shocked. his laugh erupted in the room when he saw your shocked face through the mirror “how…how the fuck did you do it! i’ve been trying for the past ten minutes!”

“you should shorten your nails mariposa” he whispered before leaving the bathroom. his eyes caught the moment when you left your bra fall on the floor and he swore you were even more beautiful. naked, no make up, your hair in a messy ponytail. this was the person he liked.

you were too busy getting ready that you didn’t even noticed damian watching you before exiting the bathroom.

a couple of minutes later you joined damian on the bed “is that my shirt?” he asked amused.

“you forgot it last time at my house and i thought of giving it back to you but it’s so comfy” you said, yawning.

“food is going to be here in thirty minutes, do you wanna sleep in the meantime or…”

“if i fall of asleep now there’s no way you’re gonna wake me up in thirty minutes” you joked “ we should probably watch the tv or a movie or just something that keeps me awake” and so damian put the tv on, watching the news.

“before you say anything, the news are interesting and very entertaining” he sounded serious but you couldn’t help yourself and you started laughing.

“whatever you said damian…”

there was a comfortable silence between the two of you as he watched the news and you tried your best not to fall asleep. you received a notification saying that the food was here and that the rider was waiting for him in the hotel lobby so he told you that he would be back in a couple of minutes and while you were waiting for him, you decided to rest your eyes for a little bit.

damian took the food and gave a big tip to the guy, especially since it was almost midnight it started to rain outside.

on his way back to the hotel he started thinking of you. the way you are always there for him. not only for good moments but also to support him when he fell down and he wondered if the crush he had on you would ruin your friendship forever if he told you about it.

when damian got back into the bedroom, he saw you resting on the bed “hope you’re not sleeping mariposa” he chuckled.

“i’m just resting my eyes” you yawned “come here, i’m starving” you didn’t even know what he ordered but at this point you didn’t even care, you were so hungry and it was so late that you didn’t mind eating whatever he brought.

he placed the food on the bed carefully not ruining the blanket and he smiled when he saw you gasping, opening the box “ you got me my favourite chicken wings” you said happily “thank you!”

“you’re welcome hermosa” he said the next to you on the bed happily eating his food. he couldn’t lie if he said that he wasn’t tired, especially since it was midnight and he had been travelling all day long.

after you were both finished with the food, you quickly use the bathroom before leaving it to damian so he could change and take a shower. you were falling asleep on the bed but you wanted to wait for him to hold you especially since now that you were really cold. his t-shirt was comfortable, but it definitely wasn’t made for the kind of weather that was going on outside.

his heart beat fester when he saw you half asleep on his side of the bed, trying to find a comfortable position between the pillows and the blanket that was in keeping you warm enough.

“is that my spot?” he asked, even if he already knew the answer.

“it’s more comfortable…and it smells like you, it’s nice” his heart went faster when you almost confessed to him.

“glad you like my perfume” he joked, making you laugh.

“come here…” you tapped next to you, showing him the spot next to you on the bed “i’m cold…”

he got on the bed next to you, laughing at your reaction “next time bring a real pj to wear, so you won’t be cold”

“you’re sleeping half naked and you’re never cold…how do you do that?” you asked them when you saw him just wearing a pair of shorts, his torso naked, showing on full display his muscles and tattoos.

“i’m latino, i’m never cold” he proudly answered.

“whatever” you laughed “come here and hug me, i’m freezing” and he would’ve been really stupid to say no to your proposal. so he hugged you, making you lay your head on his chest.

your legs intertwined with his stronger ones. he could feel how cold you were, but at the same time he could feel how close you were to him. it wasn’t the first time he hugged you or laid you in his lap.

but tonight, somehow, it was different.

it was a different context.

your action showed him that you really trusted him. not only as a friend but also as a protector. you felt safe in his arms. and even if he was thinking the dirtiest things when he his hands moved on your back, he couldn’t help but feel grateful for you.

“goodnight mariposa” he whispered, softly placing a kiss over your head.

“night damian…” you yawned one last time before falling asleep.

his heart melted when he felt your tiny hands squeezing his back, almost like his chest was a pillow to you.

and he swore he could get used to having you like this every single night.

[lvrhughes]

You Are In Love | Q. Hughes

1989 tv masterlist

pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none?

summary: You and Quinn fall in love, and he realizes.

not my gif!

“Quinn!” His entrance had been welcomed quickly by the team, fellow cheers of ‘Captain’ and ‘Cap’ filled the space. His team surrounds his entrance, pushing you to the back of the crowd. 

The lights in the room had been dimmed over the night, most of the light emitting from the TV playing whatever show Nils had picked. His eyes caught yours, seeing the way they lit up as he saw you. One look meant for you. 

The night went too fast, missing the large crowd of rowdy Nhl players quickly as the number lessened. Nearly half the team had left before you even got the chance to get close to Quinn, three players passed out on the couch as you cut through Brock’s living room to reach. 

“Hi Quinny.” Your voice was soft, walking into his open arms. 

“Hi baby.” He returned, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. Baby. He had always called you that, no one knew why, no one cared enough to find out. 

“I’m going, thought I’d say goodnight.” You mumbled, arms around his torso while his rested around your shoulders. 

“Goodnight, baby, see you tomorrow?”

“Coffee at midnight?” The offer stood unanswered for a second before he nodded, a smile on his lips at the thought. 

“Baby, baby wake up.” Quinn’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, peppering your face in kisses between his words.

“What?” Your voice was rough, filled with confusion, as you stared back at Quinn. 

“It’s midnight coffee time.” He urged, his arms reaching around you to pull you up, pressing you against his chest. 

“It’s midnight? I fell asleep, oh no.” The sadness that covered your face at the thought that you weren’t waiting and ready for Quinn broke him, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. 

“Baby it’s okay, you’re up now and we’ll go.” 

You nodded at his words, stretching your arms before getting up, moving from your spot on your couch while Quinn followed. Slipping your shoes on before grabbing your keys, letting Quinn lead the way out to his car before you slid into the passenger seat. 

“You want aux?” The question was almost rhetorical, you always took aux, simply nodding at him before taking it. 

Your music playing, allowing the two of you to sing along quietly, often interrupted with small talk. He drives slow, carefully, his eyes drifting from the road every so often to caught a glimpse of you. 

The 24 hour diner was your favorite place, Quinn having introduced you to it when he first moved to Vancouver, showing up at your place once offering midnight coffee, which would soon become a tradition. 

The light reflected on the chain you wore, shining onto the roof of the diner in gorgeous patterns, catching Quinn’s attention. His view left his coffee, staring at the roof now while you stirred yours. 

“Look up.” He urged, making you look up to see the patterns. 

“It’s so amazing, something so little can make something so big and pretty.” Your voice was quiet simply admiring the dancing shapes, Quinn’s gaze drifting to you instead now. 

The ride home was quiet, drifting in and out of sleep in Quinn’s passenger seat, him making the choice to take you to his instead. Carefully carrying you in, placing you on his bed before you woke. 

“Quinny? I can’t sleep in this.” Your voice was filled with sleep, his heart melting at the sound. 

“Here, put these on baby.” He encouraged, placing one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts you had left once in front of you. “I’ll be waiting outside, call me in when you’re done.” 

You were quick to change, discarding your current clothes in a corner of his room before curling back into his bed, calling out for him.

“Well don’t you look comfy?” He joked, climbing into his spot beside you, letting your curl into him. 

“Shit.” Quinn’s cursing was heard from the bedroom, making you giggle as you woke, smelling the cause of his fit. 

The burnt toast that lay on the counter, Quinn’s messy handwritten note beside saying he was running out to get breakfast, leaving you to return into your clothes from before yet keeping his shirt. 

The view of him walking back catching your attention, running out to the sidewalk to greet him, wrapping your arms around him quickly. The quickly movements leaving him to barely grasp the food, almost dropping it before catching it again, your body shaking with laughter as you saw. 

“Smooth Quinn. You giggled, watching him roll his eyes. 

“I wouldn't have almost dropped them if you didn’t run into me!” he argued, his eyes gleaming proving his false anger. 

His movements were so fast you barely knew what was happening as his lips met with yours, melting into his as he dropped the food to the sidewalk. His arms wrapping your waist, your hands trailing through his hair.

“We should go in.” The words were muffled against your lips, his fingers rubbing circles on your hips as he spoke, pressing against your lips after. 

“Mhm.” nodding, pulling away from his kiss for him to chase, his hands pulling you close again. 

“Quinn!” The shout of his name coursed through laughter, seeing the smile raise on his face. 

“Fine, fine, we’ll go.” He spoke, reaching for the food that laid on the ground before taking your hand to drag you inside. 

“Quinn you know I can’t.” the sigh that came out urging Quinn to roll his eyes, shaking his head. 

“I knew you’d say that, I just need you and you can’t.” 

“Quinn-” 

“No, I’m leaving.” 

“Don’t leave.” His movements halted, his body that had been turned towards the door, carrying his bag to leave with, stopped. The tears the covered your waterline threatened to spill over, the sight alone when Quin turned was enough to drop him to his knees. 

His knees hit the ground before he knew what he was doing, your body following in suite to sit with him, wrapped in his arms. 

“I’m so sorry Baby, it’s stupid I was overreacting.” The words flowed from his mouth without stop, his constant apologies slipping into your hair as he pressed his face into the top of your head. 

“Quinny it’s okay.” 

His rambles continued, the various attempts to stop his speech failing. Pressing a kiss to his lips instead, his words dying as he melted into the kiss. 

“Let’s go to bed now.” You encouraged, threading your hands through his hair once more before moving. He followed quickly, his bag discarded by the door while he followed you to his bedroom. 

His body was quick to follow yours falling into the bed, pulling you into his arms in an instant. Peppering kisses along your face as you giggled, the smile on his face only growing as you leaned in to kiss him. 

Sleep overcame you both in minutes, Quinn holding you against him throughout the night. It wasn’t until three am when Quinn woke, his movements waking you. 

A strange look on his face, his grip reaching out for you again, holding you against him still. He paused, staring at you. 

“You’re my best friend.” 

You know what it was, he is in love. 

You can hear it in the silence.

You can feel it on the way home.

You can see it with the light out.

You are in love.

[muriel-lover]

Ben drowned x M!Reader

Warnings: Anal penetration, 18+ activities, Substance use, Biblically accurate Ben Drowned, Top!Reader x Bottom!Bendrowned, Psycho!Ben, Rough sex, Degration

Have fun reading 😁

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The moon loomed over the high trees, lightly bleeding through the leafs. The light speckled over the dirt ground. I was shivering, the December air penetrating through my light jacket.

“What are you doing?” Ben said giving me almost an unnatural look. “Shivering?” I responded, forgot this guy was dead.

“Hm.” Ben hummed before he continued to walk, his hands in his jackets pocket. He didn’t even feel the cold why was he wearing a jacket?

We continued to walk in silence as we walked to where our “Victim” was. The well lit neighborhood not too far from where we stood. I looked over at Ben, giving him a knowing nod. Ben then slowly dissolved into pixels, now it was my job to get in the house.

I lurk up to the window of the “Victims” room and first check to see if she locked it, smart girl. I leer into the window checking to see if she was awake, what do you know? Fast asleep.

I grab my hunters knife, shimming it into the crevice between the window and the ledge. Using enough force to pry the window open, without harming my weapon.

Slithering in I hide within the shadows, waiting for Ben to give a signal. She fell asleep watching TV, first mistake. The TV went from reality TV to static, very loud static. The girl slowly blinked away due to the loud noise and squinted to the bright TV.

She left her bed and hobbled over to the tv. As her half asleep body walked over to the TV a hand reached out touching her. She jumped back, bumping into me. I towered over her and I could just smell the fear off her. Her petrified screams were stopped by my huge hands.

I held onto her body as Ben crawled out of the TV, his body glitching as his fingers plunging deep into her eyes. The sound was disgusting, just the wet sounds as his eyes dug deeper into the socket before yanking them out with a loud POP.

I still found it disgusting. I held my hunters knife up to his neck before in a swift motion with my wrist, slicing it open clean.

Her lifeless body falling to the floor, with the only light source in the room being the TV, still playing static. I look at for longer then I wanted to. I gulped before making my way to the window to leave once more.

I didn’t think to grab Ben since he tends to leave the same way he came in. I made it 15 minutes deep into the forest before I heard the same glitch like noise. I look over to my left.

“What took you so long?” I asked my hands going deeper into my pockets trying to warm them. “I was just looking around and look what I found.” Ben said with a shit eating grin as he pulled out something from his pocket

“You’re not lookin.” Ben retorted as I saw him shaking something in his hand out the corner of my eye. I look over slightly and stop in my tracks.

“Why the hell did you grab this?” What he was holding was a vibrator.

“It looked cool, and she wasn’t going to be using it anytime soon.” Ben said laughing at bit at his own joke, what an asshole

“You don’t even know if it’s been washed.” I said absolutely grossed out. Ben then dropped it back down into his pocket. He must be a serious fucking weirdo for stealing a girls vibrator.

I scowled at him as we slowly made it back home. I just seem to forget that this man is absolutely a incel.

As we walk in I immediately take off my jacket and walk upstairs to my room. Ben just seemed to think that since we had such a “Great” time outside he should tag along with me.

I got to my room, taking off my shoes. When I heard footsteps behind me. I turn around to see Ben, giving him a confused look. “What do you want?” I questioned as Ben decided it was he’s right to get all comfy in my bed.

“Get out.” I said started to push him off my bed. Ben was like a cat trying to be pulled off fabric as its claws were stuck in it, so basically unmoving.

I continued to push and groan as I was trying to my all to push out this little freeloader out my bed.

“You seemed stressed.” Ben said in a teasing tone. “Well I have a reason to, your the source.” I said looking up to his eyes, god did they always look this red?

“What if I could help you with that?” Ben said making me stop my push motions. I stood up straight and loomed over him. “How?” I asked causing him to leap up from my bed and run out.

He was gone for a good minute before returning with something in his hand. He then revealed it to be two blunts.

I put my hand up and slightly shook my head, Ben looking like a sad puppy who just get kicked. “Why not? It will calm your nerves.” Ben said pushing a blunt closer to my face

“I don’t smoke like that.” I said looking at Ben as he looked at me again with that stupid puppy look. Pisses me off.

“If I do this will you leave me alone?” I asked grabbing the blunt and letting it rest in between my two fingers

Ben looked at me with a sly grin and nodded. We both lit our blunts and started to smoke, the effects slow but hard. In just 30 minutes I felt my body go limp and my face get all giddy, like a school girl.

We were both laying on my bed laughing at some “not so funny” joke when Ben propped himself up with his elbows and glanced over at me “Have you ever liked someone dude?” He asked making me really think

“I don’t know.” I responded sitting up in the bed “Like have you ever liked a guy?” Ben continued to question me

“I mean I wouldn’t hate it, I think.” I said looking at Ben with a dissociated look

Ben looked like that answer was really pleasing to him, the smirk on his face a big sign with blinking lights. But I was fried off my brain so I didn’t really know what to say.

“So you wouldn’t regret being with a man?” Ben said getting awfully close to me now, his face about a few inches from mine.

“Just what are you getting at kid?” I asked feeling my face get a bit warmer as I locked eyes onto Ben. Ben’s face slowly moved closer and I couldn’t find anything in my body to move away. Next thing I know we are kissing, and shit it’s hot in this room.

Our lips felt like fire as Ben would roughly bite my bottom lip. My hands running up under his shirt, his skin smooth and porcelain like. I grip tight to his ribs and push him off my mouth, panting heavily. I wipe my lips as I take a good look at Ben, my brain fog slowly clearing up.

He looked so hot, his cheeks flushed, his chest rising quickly, and his hair a mess. I don’t know what he gave me but this shit is working wonders. I rip off his shirt and start to kiss around his collarbone.

His skin was so perfect, I couldn’t help but get a taste of it. My tongue dragging across his collar bone down to his chest. My tongue found his left nipple, as I began to suck on it. It was almost like a game to me, figure out what action he responded well to and make a combo out of it. It was like a video game. Ben would talk about them all the time, what would work well and different combos to use against opponents.

I grinned as I twisted and licked his buds, his back arching in the process. His noises were sweet like molasses, his mewls and whimpers were unexpected but enjoyable.

I slowly pushed him down into a lying position as my hand moved down to his pants. I palmed roughly on his growing bulge and in return earning a slight groan, Ben looking at me with this yearning in his eyes



I pull his zipper down and rub the budge in his boxers. The boxers slowly wetting from the pre-cum. I wasted no time and removed both his and I’s pants. Leaving up both in it boxers.

I roughly kiss him one more time before I ripped off his underwear and roll him over to resting on his stomach. Facing the headboard while I was positioning myself inbetween his legs. I spread them nice and good allowing myself a good view of his hole.

It wasn’t a pussy but I guess it could be of good use. I licked my finger nice and good before slowly pushed it into Ben’s hole.

He groaned into the pillows, a smirk tugging on my lips as I started a nice rhythm. Curling my fingers trying to get the right spot. But it took one more finger to really reach it.

With two fingers into his hole he started to make a lot more noises. He moans like a little bitch. Whimpering all over the place like a woman.

I bit my lip as I pulled out my finger licking his juices off my fingers. Him groaning at the feeling of empty in his hole.

I pull off my boxers and let my thick cock hit his ass. I rub it against his hole, groaning at the feeling of his skin against my throbbing cock.

I slowly push my tip inside of Ben’s now stretched hole. I groaned loudly as I gripped his hips tightly.

His back arched as I pushed more of myself into him. A whimper escaped his lips as he gripped onto the sheets, his knuckles going white.

I started off slowly, enjoying the feeling of something warm and tight against my lonely cock. I almost threw my head back as I felt the rhythm of my thrust sending an electric feeling throughout me.

As I started going faster, the wet sounds becoming louder as my balls hit his skin. His moans became almost pathetic.

My hands gripped a good chunk of his hair pulling him up from the pillow as I plowed into him.

“Shut the fuck up.” I said as I pounded into his stupid hole, what a slut.

He moaned as I gripped tightly on his hair, tugging it on as thrusted into him. Every time he moaned I gave a swift hard slap to his ass.

His whole body twitching as I my hand collided with his ass. “Shut that mouth of yours boy. Before I shut it for you.” I said Ben’s eyes slowly pricking tears.

I let his hair go as his head flopped onto the pillow below him. I was close, my thrusts becoming lazy and sloppy as my groans became deeper and raspy. My mouth was right next to Ben’s ear letting him hear just how crazy he made me.

Ben was whimpering into the pillow as he muffled out a “I’m close.” We continued to fill up the room with only the lewdest of noises. The sound of our skin colliding and the wet sounds of our juices mixing together was almost invigorating.

A few more thrust deep as I poured my seed into the deep parts of Ben’s hole. I pulled out watching my seed slowly seep out of him. It was so fucking hot.

I turn Ben over and I see the place ever Ben had came all over my bed. The pool of cum right next to him.

His whole face was flushed as I cupped his face. It was almost this post nut clarity. “You doing okay?” I asked grabbing his shoulder and helping him sit up.

Later I changed my sheets and cleaned him up. After all that we found each other sitting on my now clean bed, the weed high now gone.

It was an awkward silence before I spoke up. “Are you hurt?” I asked pretending like it wasn’t a big deal even though deep down I’d feel real guilty if I ended up hurting him in that dumbass accident.

“I didnt know you could talk like that.” Ben said looking out me with a form of child like wonder

I was shocked to say the least. I didn’t either, and I’ve never talk to another person like that while fucking before.

“Um me too.” I looked away. I didn’t know that little perv liked being degraded

“Well if you’re ever down to do it again. Let’s put it up a notch.” Ben said with a wild smirk

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Sleep tight.

Characters: David/Angel

Tw: cussing, angels frustrated and tired.

Short n sweet

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It had been one of the longest days Angel had in a while, they had to work overtime, and they were beat, it was a 12 hour day and they just wanted to get home and snuggle up with their fiancé.

They arrived home, the soft patter of rain on the windows soothed them for a bit, but their “soothed” was about to become undone.

They glanced over to see the couch, and next to it was a laundry basket, A full laundry basket mind you, they distinctly remembered reminding David that they would greatly appreciate it if he were to do the laundry today, and he said he would. But he didn’t. That frustrated them.

They set their bag down, and kicked off their shoes.

They sighed, making way upstairs, to slightly hear David on the phone with someone.

Sounded like Asher the way he was talking, carefree and loose. He didn’t talk that way with most people, he was always so concerned with upholding his reputation as pack alpha that he didn’t often goof off, unless of course he was with a select few of people.

Angel walked into their bedroom to see David playing video games, talking to Asher, obviously. They opened the door all the way, looking at David, he saw them and made a smile of relief.

“Asher I got to go.” He said before hanging up and standing to meet his mate.

“Hi.” He said smiling , taking them in for a hug. They practically melted against him, their back Turning into mush.

“Davey..” they muttered, sighing once more, but being caught of guard with the comfort his touch provided them.

He hummed in acknowledgment, looking down to see their slight frown.

“I thought you were gonna do the laundry today.” They said, almost asking.

His eyes shot open, as he too remembered the prior morning of them asking him to do it, because their pjs were in there.

“Oh angel, I’m sorry- I must have forgotten, I was gonna get to it but I kept putting it off.” He explained, walking over to their shared closet to see if he had any makeshift pjs they could use.

They nodded, understanding but still frustrated. They had a long day, and could barely keep their eyes open, their hair was messy and damp from the rain outside and their muscles were killing them, all they wanted was to lay down in their comfy clothes but they couldn’t because he forgot to do the goddam—

They caught themselves before even thinking the wrong thing, they didn’t want to stir up Any drama tonight but they were just so frustrated. And it felt stupid to be so frustrated because he said he’d just forgotten. And it’s not his fault per say.

Angel was so tired and they almost fell asleep right there- they weren’t in the right state of mind, and David realized that, he grabbed the hoodie of his They liked and handed it to them, but they felt as they could barely move

They mumbled something along the lines of ‘help please’ and david smiled. He adhered to them quickly.

After all their clothes were off he slipped the hoodie on them. They pulled their hands up to tug on the hair tie holding up their rats nest people call hair.

After that David lifted them gently, he placed them on their side of the bed, grabbing their glasses and setting them on the bedside table. He covered them up.

After they were all situated He placed a quick peck on their tired cheek, it was cold, but they slightly smiled when he did, the blush from the affection warming them.

He just kinda hovered by them for a minute, after their eyes fluttered closed and their breathing evened out, he joined them in the bed.

He always admired them when they went to sleep— as creepy as it may sound, unless of course he fell asleep first. But he loved seeing them so at ease, and peaceful. They were so beautiful.

They’re a very hyper person. And while David hates to admit that it’s one of his favorite traits of them, it is. He loves how they talk his ear off and attempt to annoy the shit out of him. But he also loved when their still, breathing soundly and not having a care in the world.

It put him at ease to know he could have that kind of effect on them; the one to calm them and comfort and nurture them.

David came up behind them, holding them close and warmly. Their skin felt soft under his touch. They sunk into him as he leant down to whisper in their ear.

“I love you, Angel.” He muttered, kissing their cheek after.

They mumbled something likewise back, He chuckled quietly, as the two of them drifted off to sleep.

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[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

Connected ch2

pairing: chan x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

word count: ~1.5k

warnings: crying, overall sadness, mentions of food

an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace.

masterlist * previous chapter * next chapter

today was hard. it seemed like every day had been hard for you recently. and not for any particular reason that you could pinpoint. life just felt.. hard. everything just felt so heavy. all day long your mind is constantly going with ‘you’re so fat’ ‘why did you say that? you’re weird.’ ‘remember that embarrassing thing that happened in 6th grade?’ ‘no one likes you.’ ‘everyone hates you, of course they do.’

���why can’t i just have a good day?” you said aloud to yourself, feeling defeated. all you wanted to do was go home, crawl in bed, put your headphones in and turn on some music. or maybe a comfort audio, though you felt you were a little dependent on those these days. so when the time finally rolled around for you to get off work, that’s exactly what you did. you unlocked the door, not even bothering to say hello to your cat, you headed to the bathroom to change your clothes. you avoided the mirror at all costs, not able to look at yourself. once the comfy clothes were secured, you went to your room and flung yourself on the bed. finally you thought. you curled under the cover, pulling it up to your chin, phone in hand. you slipped your headphones in and opened your music app.

you turned on some stray kids, because of course you did. hearing their voices, especially chan, you immediately felt somewhat soothed. you closed your eyes and let the music take over.

i tried to hide away from all the sorrow and pain

but little did i know that i was going insane

the tears started to gather then, at the corners of your eyes. you squeezed them shut tighter, a few tears slipping past and down to your pillow. you really loved that part of the song. the whole song is so beautiful, but chans voice there really makes you emotional.

you thought back to his messages from the other day. by the other day you meant it had been a few weeks. you had felt down and have had plenty of nightmares, but you never reached out to him again. you felt like you would be bothering him. you would be a burden to him, just like you are to everyone else. he only reached out the first time because he felt bad for you. he only told you to message him just to be nice. he didn’t really mean it. but sometimes, just to soothe yourself, you’ll open the chat and reread the messages he sent. thats what you did now, opening instagram you read through the chat again, smiling at his flirtatious attitude.

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at some point you must have fallen asleep. you wake with a start from yet another nightmare, covered in sweat, tears streaming down your cheeks. it’s dark outside now, the middle of the night again. you just want one good nights sleep. just one. your phone is still clutched in your hand, instagram chats still open. you go to close the app, but hesitate. maybe you would send him a message. he probably won’t answer, but you thought it was worth a try. you could really use the comfort. but you found yourself struggling again with what to say. you had typed out a few messages, but deleted each one. you sounded too desperate. too annoying. until eventually, you had almost talked yourself out of it altogether. you drafted one last message:

“had another nightmare. came back to reread these messages. they comfort me. thank you again.”

and before you could talk yourself out of it, you hit send. you don’t know how long you sat there, phone in hand, chats open, staring at the screen. but you eventually fell asleep again, not waking up until morning when your alarm started blaring in your ear. you rubbed at your blurry, sleep filled eyes. rolling over, you see your phone. it was still open to instagram, the battery almost dead. you grab for the phone, your chest filled with hope, only to be crushed by the last message you sent. he hadn’t answered you. of course he didn’t, why would he? he’s busy, and you’re a nobody. you plugged the phone in and dragged yourself out of bed to get ready for work.

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a few days had passed, and things were still the same. every night after work, you went home and crawled into bed. some nights were better than others, those nights where you could actually stomach some food and force yourself to take a shower. and other nights were bad, where you couldn’t do anything but stare at the ceiling and let the dread creep in.

tonight was one of the bad nights. you stared at the ceiling, the same old fan slowly spinning overhead, the same comfort audio you had listened to about a million times played in your ears. you knew you needed to eat something, you hadn’t had anything all day, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. you just continue to lay there.

suddenly, your audio cut off and a weird ringing filled your ears. a sound you had never heard. you looked down at your phone and you had an incoming call from instagram. who knew you could call someone through instagram. you were more shocked to see who was calling. it was chan. you immediately started to panic. what do you do? was he calling to tell you to stop contacting him? was he mad? why wouldn’t he just block you if that was the case?

with shaky hands you reached out and accepted the call.

“he-hello?” you stuttered.

“hi!” he answered. he sounded a little nervous, but it was clearly chan. there’s no mistaking that voice. “i’m so so sorry i didn’t answer your message. i didn’t see it until just now. i had my notifications on, i promise. but instagram never notified me. i’m sorry. are you okay?”

your brain short circuited. was he just calling to check on you? he didn’t sound mad or annoyed.

“you..” you started your sentence but lost it after only one word.

“you’re upset with me.” he sighed. “i really am sorry, i don’t know why i didn’t get notified of your message.”

his voice sounded sad. you could hear a little commotion in the background, what sounded like playful arguing and laughter. but it was muffled, almost like the rowdiness was in the room next to him, the loud voices traveling through the wall.

“i’m not upset with you.” you told him. “just- just a little surprised is all”

“surprised?” he asks.

“yeah. i never would have thought you would call me.”

“is it okay that i did?” he asks. “i noticed your message and wanted to apologize for not responding. and i felt like it was too important to say over text… so i called.”

“oh. well, i don’t mind. you’re very nice, chan.”

he nervously laughed a little at that, and you could feel the corners of your mouth turn up slightly at the sound.

“you never answered me.” he said. and you were confused. you were pretty sure he was the one who never answered you. that’s why this call was happening, right? “are you okay?”

oh, he meant you didn’t answer his question from before.

“yeah, i’m okay.” you tell him.

“that didn’t sound very convincing.” he says, chuckling.

“no, i’m okay.” you reply. “just, the last little while has been hard. but i’m okay. i promise. you don’t need to worry about me. you’re so busy.”

“but i do worry about you. im always here if you need me, im never too busy for that.” he promises.

“i-i wouldn’t want to bother you.”

“you’re not bothering me. you deserve to be happy. you deserve someone who will listen. and that’s me.” you could tell he was smiling, you could hear it in his voice. you really didn’t know what to say. you didn’t know what you ever did to deserve someone like chan in your life.

“hyung, minhos ready to start practice again.” you faintly heard someone, who sounded a lot like han jisung, say in the background.

“okay, i’m coming. just a sec.” chan answered. “i have to go.” he says to you now, “i’m sorry i couldn’t talk longer. i’ll text you, okay?”

all of this felt so surreal to you. you had to be dreaming right now and it would soon take a turn for the scary and you would wake up screaming.

“uh, yeah, of course.” you say. “only if you have time.”

“i’ll make time.” he tells you. “try to get some rest. and don’t skip meals, yeah?”

you shyly nodded, but then realized he couldn’t see you. “yeah. okay.” you answer.

“okay, bye.” he says, his voice soft, almost like he is sad to be hanging up.

“bye, chan.” and then the line goes silent.

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[liveforjeongin]

Oh my godd, your lee Hyunjin fic was soo cutee🥺🥰. Can I please request a lee Seungmin Ler Skz fic where they all kinda get him back good for being the adorable menace he is? You don't have to write this if you don't want to!! Have a great day and stay hydrated!! Love your work sm🩷💖

Don't Mess With Your Members

Awww, thank you anon, and I hope you have a great day too<3

I actually loved this scenario, thanks for the request<3

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

requested by: anon

warnings: gang tickles, Seungmin almost fainting

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Skz were on the practice room as usual, they were rehearsing like they always do, there was nothing out of normal.

Seungmin had been annoying the members the whole day, from internal jokes to poking them constantly. It's nothing rare coming from Seungmin, he's always been like that, so the members are used to it.

But... The original attitude of "just let him be" they always have with him suffered... A little change.

Seungmin was kinda rehearsing, kinda annoying the members like he did the whole day. The rest of the members also fool around always so it's not like they have much right to complain. Hopefully, all the members were in a good mood today, so they were all having fun and being playful and not only Seungmin.

The thing started when Jeongin decided to poke Seungmin back, which make the older jump away a bit and also giggle.

It wasn't a secret that Seungmin was really ticklish just like everyone else in Skz, but the other members never get that much of reaction from him with just a small poke like Jeongin did, so they were pretty surprised by that.

They're going to need more information from Jeongin.

After the rehearsal, Chan approached to Jeongin, willing to get more information about how the youngest got that much of reaction from the main vocal.

"Just aim to his hips, he's extremely ticklish there, you'd get surprised" was the answer of the maknae.

"And you know that... How?"

"We always have tickle fights, and I don't lose everytime like you would think, I've won lots of times thanks to this discovering I made"

Sounded fair.

"I see... You busy tonight? I might have an idea to make that guy get that messing around with his members also has consequences..." Chan went with the rest of 3racha and with Hyunjin, to go to their dorm, and Jeongin went with the rest of the members, to go to theirs.

On the way home, Chan made sure to tell the members of his dorm his little plan. Hyunjin then texted it to the Danceracha group chat, and that way, every Skz member was aware of the plan.

Excepting Seungmin, of course.

About 8pm, all the members already had dinner and didn't have much to do.

Or that's what Seungmin thought.

A knock on the dorm of maknaes+Lino dorm was heard, and the oldest in the place went and opened it.

As you can guess, it was the rest of Skz.

Seungmin was really surprised by this, it wasn't much common to have grupal gatherings all 8 members in a dorm, they usually meet outside.

But it's not like he cared, he was happy to see his members again, so didn't pay much attention to it.

Soon, the 8 members of Skz were all sat in the living room, some on the couchs and some on the floor.

Seungmin was completely unaware of the plan of his fellow members, so he was all comfy with his head resting on Hyunjin's lap, waiting for Changbin and Jisung to finally choose a movie.

Eventually, the second youngest started to feel sleepy due to the comfort of having his head in Hyunnie's lap and the boredom caused by the members fighting over choosing a movie, so he just fell asleep.

He woke up about 10 minutes later, and he woke up in an... Unusual position. He was barefoot, and his arms were lifted up over his head, Hyunjin was sat on his hands, Jeongin was sat on his thighs, Chan and Minho were each one on each side of him, while Jisung and Changbin were each one at each side of him as well, but at his legs, and finally, Felix was at his feet.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Seungmin asked, extremely confused.

"You see, Seungminnie, you really annoyed us today, so we decided you deserve... A small punishment" Chan answered, with a sly grin on his face.

Seungmin realized.

'Oh no... This cann't be happening' was all Seungmin could think at this point.

"G-Guys... We can... Talk about this... P-Please DOHOHON'T" Seungminnie started to laugh hysterically and squirm wild when Jeongin began to squeeze his hips without any warning.

"Oh wow, you weren't exaggerating when you said he was extremely ticklish there" Chan talked to Jeongin, casually, as if Seungmin weren't there.

"Not even I, with the thousands times I've tickled him, had ever seen him laugh so hard before" Minho commented, starting to scribble and squeeze one of the oldest vocalracha member's sides. The other members also started to tickle each one the spot they were at. Needless to say the second youngest was going literally insane.

"HAHAHAHHAHAHA GUYS- NOHOHOHOHOHOHO. I'M SOHOHOHOHORRY OKAHAHAHAHAY?! IHIHIHHIHI'LL TRY TO NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT DO IT AGAHHAHAHAHAIN! PLEASE PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOP!"

"You'll try you say? Hmmm... Sorry Seungminnie, I don't think that's enough" Han teased, scribbling behind Minnie's knees.

"AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA WHYHYHYHY YOU DOHOHOHOHO THIS TO MEHEHEHEHHEHEHE? I KNOHOHOW I WAS ANNOYING, BUHUHUHUT YOU NEVER TOHOHOHOLD ME TO STOHOHHOP BEIHHIHIHING LIKE THAHAHAHAT!"

"It should've been evident Seungminnie! You knew you were being annoying, you should've stopped then~" Lix was tickling all over his member's feet and toes, he knew how to tickle the younger right in there.

"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA I'M SOHOHOHOHORRY OKAY? I ALREADY APOLOGIHIHIHIHIZED! CAN YOU STOHOHOHOHOP?"

"I don't think we can, this is too much fun!" Hyunjin left the younger's armpits temporally to tickle his ribs and neck, making sure to be gentle, knowing that is way worse for the puppy.

"WHAHAHAHHHAT ELSE YOU WANT ME TOHOHOHOHOHO DO???! I'LL DOHOHOHO IT BUT PLEASE STAAHAHHAHHAHAAP!"

"We just wanna keep tickling you, Seungmo! You look too cute like this~" Changbin joined in in the teasing.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA GUHUHUHUHUYS I'M SEHEHEHEHERIOUS! I CAHAHAHHAHAN'T TAKE IT MUCH MOHOHOHOHORE HAHAHAHAAA-" Seungmin's laugh went silent, but that didn't stop the members to continue with their tickling.

"Awwwww, you can't take it? What a shame~"

The members kept on tickling the puppy for a couple seconds more, maybe a minute.

Seungmin felt all weak, he couldn't even squirm anymore and was overwhelmed by all the tickles. The world was starting to go silent and Seungmin could've swore he was about to faint.

Fortunately, Chan noticed soon enough, so the 7 guys immediately stopped with the tickling. They accommodated the second youngest again, they put his head back to rest on Hyunjin's lap, and they all surrounded him to give him some aftercare.

"We're so sorry, Seungminnie. I think we went a bit too far" Lixie apologized while hugging his member and stroking his hair a bit.

Seungmin shook his head "I know I deserved that, it's alright"

"We can still use the movie excuse and really watch a movie now" Chan suggested and all the members agred.

"Just don't take too long choosing it or I'll fall asleep again" The puppy joked.

Skz finally was able to choose a movie, but in the first minute of it, Seungminnie was already sleeping.

Come on, you can't blame him. Our guy got tortured, he deserves a good rest.

The rest of Skz just limited to watch the movie and every once a while, they glanced at Seungmin sleeping.

He looked so cute... Maybe they should do this again...

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Okay you better get ready cuz there's like 5 more lee!Seungmin requests and I'mma try post them all this week so😻

Not complaining tho, love lee!Seungmin :3

Anyway I hope you guys liked the fic and YES THE THIRD DAY IN A ROW POSTING A FIC DAILY😻

I hope I can continue like this, if I do I might get to finish all the requests this week (some (most) of them have been in my inbox for two months now I am so sorry)

Anyway-

[goldribboncottage]

Hazel Callahan Fanfiction

I haven’t posted on tumblr dot com in probably three years. I don’t know how it works.

This is my untitled fanfiction about being Hazel’s sisters’ nanny and falling in love. I haven’t written a fanfiction since I was in middle school. Enjoy.

Untitled Pookie Story 

It wasn’t supposed to end up this way. You weren’t supposed to fall for the bosses daughter. You barely knew the boss had a daughter. Mrs. Webster mentioned in passing that her oldest was off at college, and didn’t tend to come home on breaks. 

“I have another child at Amherst, but that won’t be relevant to this position. It’s strictly caring for the twins! She never comes home anyway. A lot of people ask, what was I thinking having kids 20 years apart, but it’s truly a blessing to start over. No need to relive mistakes as a first time mom! I’m so excited to have someone so kind caring for my babies.” Mrs. Webster almost hired you on the spot. 

You wondered about the elder Webster. She probably wasn’t called that, being from her first marriage. Whatever, it’s not like you would be seeing her at the new job. There were no pictures of her in the house, but you knew her old bedroom was across from yours, and you took over her old bathroom. Being a live in nanny, your priorities were the 4 month old fraternal twins, Isla and Sage. 

Two months in and you had the twins on a great schedule, and hit your stride. Making friends wasn’t always easy for you growing up but you fell into an easy friendship with a group a little younger than you. PJ and Brittany were nice people and you had a lot in common. Brittany was a cosmetologist and cheered for a local sports team, and PJ had her own podcast. They had known each other since high school but quickly accepted you as one of them. You had hung out with them a lot since moving, and gotten to know their wider group of friends. 

The best part about being an infant nanny was the nap times. Mrs. W didn’t expect you to do any chores or extra work, so you’d usually hang out in your room or the common areas. Today being the first warm day in a while, you took the baby monitor outside and read on the back porch. 

Nearly falling asleep, the porch swing was your favorite part of the house. Sure, Mrs. Webster had a huge house from her first divorce settlement, and plenty of money of her own, but this little corner felt like your place. Big and comfy, naps outside always came unexpectedly. 

*Movement at Front Door*

Waking you, the Ring notification flashed on your screen, and you figured it was Mrs. W coming home early. She usually texted, but maybe she forgot. Typical for a woman in her 50s who married a 28 year old surfer and divorced him before their children were born.

Re-entering the house to greet Mrs. Webster, you were met with a surprise. A very short, shaggy haired, blue eyed surprise. 

Hazel POV

I’m not sure why I decided today was the day to come home for the first time in five months. After helping my mom with her two little mistakes for three weeks I decided it hurt too much to be around them. Just more reminders my mom chose a new start over me. 

I didn’t bother telling my mom I’d be coming home, she’d prefer I stay in Massachusetts. But it was spring break, and I missed my friends. PJ mentioned my mom hiring help, but I didn’t care about what she did. She was always looking for ways out of being a parent. 

There was a foreign car in the driveway, with a Callahan Motors license plate cover. Must be a guilt present from my dad. Another SUV for my mom to drive around the little brats in. 

I had planned on running home for a quick shower and change of clothes before meeting up with PJ, Josie, Isabel, and Brittany. 

I hadn’t planned on entering my home and finding it filled with stuff I didn’t recognize. Shoes that were way too young for my mom filled the rack in the closet, another with jackets I didn’t recognize. Huh. Must be another crisis, this time in fashion. I made my way to the kitchen at the back of the house when something stops me. Or rather, someone. 

Reader POV

“Who the fuck are you?” The tiny masculine girl scoffs, rounding the kitchen island. 

“Who am I? WHO ARE YOU? Why are you here? Get out! If you don’t leave I’m calling the cops!” unfazed, she grabs a drink out of the fridge. “I’m serious. I am responsible for this house and all of the people in it right now and I am not afraid of you. Get out before I make you get out”

Sensing your change in tone, she puts her hands up in defense “Hey, I live here, I could say the same thing to you.” She sips her drink and doesn’t break eye contact. 

“You don’t live here! I’ve NEVER seen you before! I live her with Mrs. Webster and her daughters. I’m calling the cops. You can get out now or wait until they-“

“Whoawhoawhoa, pleasedontdothat. I’m Hazel. Callahan. My mom didn’t tell you about me? Are you like the maid or something? I’m just visiting for spring break. I live here. Seriously.” You stared at her, as if telling her to go on. “If I didn’t live here I wouldn’t know there’s a chip in the upstairs bath tile I never told my mom about, or that the fourth step squeaks on the stairs, and I have two baby sisters! I know their names! Isla and Sage! They’re like, little! I don’t know how old they are! But they’re still, like, babies, I think!” 

You put down your phone. So this is Mrs. Websters oldest daughter. Hazel Callahan. You wondered why you had never heard her name until now. 

“They’re 6 months old. Next week will be 7.” You explain. “And I’m not the maid, I’m the nanny. I live in the room across from yours. I told your mom about the chip in the tile. I thought I did it when I slipped coming out of the shower.” She laughs. You can see it now. Sage has the same deep blue eyes, and Isla’s hair is just a shorter, thinner version of Hazel’s. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” 

“It’s nice to meet you too. Sorry about the mix up. Where are those little rugrats? I haven’t seen them since they came out of the womb.” She puts back her drink and starts to make her way to the nursery. 

“Wait! Just look at the monitor. They aren’t supposed to wake up until 3.” You hand her the monitor, and she grabs it slowly. Your hands brush, and you explain to her the differences in the girls. 

“Isla has the dark hair, like you and your mom. Sage has lighter hair but darker eyes. Blue. Like yours. Dark blue. And big.” Hazel glances at you with her big blue eyes and meets your e/c ones. “They’re so adorable. When she stares at me I swear my heart melts. I’m such a sucker.” You shake your head and giggle, thinking of the tender moments you’ve shared with the babies. Hazel looks up at you from under her eyelashes. 

“Adorable?”

“I mean the babies.” You step away slightly. “Speaking of, I have to get their food ready. Today they’re trying peas for the first time. We are all very excited.” 

“Thrilling. Well, I’m going to go upstairs. I have to be somewhere. It was nice meeting you.” She tips her head in salute and walks off. 

“You too, Hazel.” You whisper. 

She comes down as you are wiping mushy peas off the girls and their high chairs. 

Wow. You’d never had a certain type, but Hazel was definitely it. She looked good in an oversized t shirt, vest, and nike sneakers. “Hey.” She rocks on her heels, almost looking scared to approach you.

“Oh! H-Hi. We just finished. This is about as clean as they will get if you want to come say hi. They don’t bite! They really can’t, yet, they’ve only got two teeth each. Isla did bite me once but that was only because she thought I was food!” Sensing you were over talking you pick up Sage and offer her the Hazel. The younger girl backs away, a concerned look on her face. “Oh, sorry! I forget not everyone is a baby person. You don’t have to hold her. She’s really good at sitting now! You can play in the living room while I get Isla cleaned up.”

“I’m good, but thank you. I have to meet my friends. I haven’t been back in a while. I don’t know when I’ll be home tonight but I told my mom I’m in town. See ya” She exits quickly. 

Hazel POV

I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I don’t know why I can’t handle being around my sisters. I mean, I haven’t met a lot of babies, but I’ve never been scared of them. Maybe it isn’t them I’m scared of. I’ve stayed away from Rockbridge for a reason. Let my mom have her perfect little life without me in it. I don’t need her anyway. But that nanny is something. Hiring someone to live at your house? At MY house? God. Who knows what’s next on the divorcee-crisis list. 

I pulled into the parking lot of Bottoms, the greatest and only queer bar in town. I could see my friends at their usual table inside. At least one thing was good about coming home. 

“Hazel!” Isabel rushes to hug me, and I can tell a line is forming behind her. She kisses my cheek and tells me how much I’ve been missed. “You need to come back more often!” 

“Yeah, it’s not like Amherst has anything to offer but snotty WASPS and fake deep classes.” PJ chimes in. 

“Hey, Hazel’s doing great there! And don’t hate on Massachusetts, Emerson was your top choice.” Josie adds, defending me and our college towns. 

I’m glad to see nothings changed. 

After a couple of drinks, I decide to bring up the incident earlier today with my mom’s new nanny. 

“Oh my god! Y/N? We love her! Why didn’t you invite her out? I can’t believe she thought you were an intruder. That’s so funny. I’m texting her right now.” Brittany whips out her phone and clicks away. 

“Wait you guys know her? Like have her number and text her know her? How come no one’s told me about this!” 

Josie answers first “Well to be fair when we met her we didn’t know she was their nanny, and you don’t really like to talk about your family so we didn’t bring it up.”

“Yeah Hazel we always want to respect you, especially since everything happened with your dad and then Jeff. Your mom has put you through a lot in the past” Isabel takes my hand and comforts me. 

“Yeah that AND the fact that Y/N and I are totally gonna bone. She’s a lesbian, as we all are-“

“I’m still not gay, PJ.” Brittany interrupts. “And Isabel is Bi.”

“Anyway, AS I was saying, there’s totally tension there. It’s only a matter of time before we’re scissoring and run away together.” 

“PJ, you barely talk to her, and she’s the only one who is as much of a bitch as you.” Brittany quips. “You get humbled every time Y/N opens her mouth.”

“I like a challenge, baby.” PJ blows Brittany a kiss and swigs her drink. 

“Anyway it’s not like we only like Y/N because she works for your mom. She’s super nice. She’s 26 and has more life experience than all of us combined. It’s like she’s lived 30 lives. She’s so cool.” Josie says, changing the direction of conversation. 

“Yeah, okay” I say “I’ll try to get to know her better while I’m here.” I think back to earlier in the day. Y/N looked so happy talking about Isla and Sage. I can’t be second place in another person’s life. 

Y/N POV

Brittany has been texting you about Hazel since yesterday, trying to get you to come out with them tonight. So when she calls you on Saturday morning you immediately pick up. 

“PLEASE babe it’ll be so much fun. You literally live in the same house as her, you can carpool! And Hazel doesn’t drink she can be your DD. I know you want to come out, just do it! You deserve a night out, pleeaaase” 

“Okay okay fine. But I’m coming for you. It’s been like a week since we saw each other and I’m literally dying because of it.” 

“YES oh my god - PJ SHES COMING!” You hear her yell off into their shared apartment. 

“Tell her to wear something tight and short!” PJs voice is distant but clear.

“PJ says-“

“Yeah I heard. God she’s ridiculous. I’ll see you tonight. I don’t know if Hazel’s up yet but I’ll ask her to drive me”

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I wanna fall asleep with these freaks 💓🥺

I am the eepiest sleepiest little guy of all time and this activated a Worm in my Brain so this is gonna get SO LONG AMSDNAMSND

sfw!! just snuggles and soft things

Reagan

Not extremely cuddly? She likes her personal space!

That doesn't mean she never wants cuddles, she's just gotta be in a particular Mood for it!

Most nights, she wants to be kinda,, gently curled into your arm?? just a loose grip around it w/ her own, cheek resting on your bicep.

She talks in her sleep, but it's very quiet. Usually it's just her going through her schedule for tmrw (does she?? dream of work in her sleep???), but occasionally, you'll hear her mumbling about how much she loves you <333

Yes, it's just as cute as it sounds. She has no memory of it in the morning, but if you bring it up, she'll get this flustered little Half-Smile alllll morning <3

She falls asleep so fast. if you wanna be cute w/ her while cozied in bed I'm so sorry, the second she feels Safe and Warm and Cozy in your vicinity she's passing out for 4-12 hours ✨✌🏻

It's alright, you know she needs her rest <3 besides, that just opens up options for you two to be soft and shmoopy in the morning

Brett

Unsurprisingly, the cuddliest guy of all time. He would be inside your ribcage if the opportunity was provided KJASDKASJD

He really likes?? laying on your chest and stomach?? he likes to be significantly further down. occasionally you'll just,, barely see his hair and the top of his forehead peaking out from the covers from how low he gets

it's just so comfy! he likes The Noises and Warmth and Vague Suffocation that comes w/ sleeping w/ his head under the covers, resting against your torso <3

He smiles so much in his sleep. you didn't think ppl did that outside of movies, but he totally does <3 usually only when he's having a particularly good dream.

OH ALSO HIS BED IS SO FUCKING COZY

I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS MAN DOESN'T QUILT. HE HAS SO MANY BEAUTIFUL HAND-MADE QUILTS AND BLANKETS AND KNITTED SHIT IN HIS BED. I hope you like being cozy bc you're gonna be The Coziest Of All Time.

He also sleeps with stuffed animals! He always did as a child bc his treehouse was always cold as hell, and the habit just stayed with him!

they're so well-kept and soft all these years later <3 usually he just keeps them at the foot of the bed, bc it makes him feel safe to, but occasionally he'll bring a couple up for you two to snuggle <3 You Are Never Too Old To Snuggle A Stuffed Bear Don't Like To Yourself.

Andre

A Nightmare (affectionate)

not only is his sleep schedule Entirely Batshit, but he has so much trouble falling asleep. expect lots of tossing and turning

he does settle a lot thought when you hold him!! Don't hold too close, he still needs to squirm a lot to actually fall asleep

You're also the only person that he gets a full nights sleep with <3 he usually ends up waking up in the night, his mind starts working on smth, and he doesn't go back to sleep <3 but with you, it's almost instantaneous.

A little Jump, a bit of squirming to get into a comfortable position, and then off to seeb again <3 it's nice to see just how safe he feels around you <3

Expect plenty of early morning/late night convos <3 hell even middle of the night convos, where he hasn't realised that he fell asleep and instantly hops back into Whatever He Was

He also has such a habit of. Continuing Conversations From His Dream. like he'll just grab your arm and start talking about Yes I'm Sure If We Distilled It Enough We Could Make Whiskey Out Of Lighter Fluid Myc before passing out cold MASNFASMFJ

TLDR. squirmy silly man, but also enjoyable to seeb with.

Gigi

OUGHEEEEEEEEAWBABWBAGOURGHR <- experiencing wife fevers

SO COZY HOLY SHIT

I refuse to believe she doesn't have a Big Comfy Bed. Silk covers, big thick duvet, more pillows that she knows what to do with. The bed is 3 times the size of her so when you catch her snuggled up in bed she truly just looks like those photos of Very Small Puppies in Very Large Beds MNASDMASND

So cuddly <3 you wouldn't expect it, since she makes a point of being seen as very Untouchable and Independent, but she loves to be held.

Her ideal state is nuzzled under your chin, feeling your pulse through your neck <333 a leg hooked around yours to make sure you're nice and close.

She takes a while to fall asleep, so she likes to go to bed early! Feel free to join her at any time, she'll just be dozing <3

If you do join her when she goes to bed, expect some,, very soft, lovey-dovey moments. she looks utterly adorable, all bundled up in her cozy little slightly-too-poofy nightgown and eye mask.

She Deserves 1000000 Cheek Smooches Or Else You Shall Die Of Love Disease <- her favourite part of the night. she will start giggling the moment she feels your lips on her cheeks and neck.

kisses her 1000. she's the most

Myc

HE OWNS A WATERBED I KNOW THIS FUCKING MAN OWNS A WATERBED

A FREEFLOW WATERBED TOO. NO SUPPORT IT FEELS LIKE YOU'RE FLOATING.

It's actually pretty comfortable after you get used to it. you see the appeal, it's kinda got that Sensory Deprivation Tank feeling of weightless floating <3

Expect to be utterly Mummified in tentacles AKSDJASKJ

He insists that it's so that you don't go tossing and turning in your sleep and knock his ass off the bed but. You See Through His Lies You Understand. You See The Jackassery At Play Here.

OUGHEEE he has such a habit of like. swirling his tentacles gently around your skin. Not necessarily stroking back and forth, moreso massaging? if you have any knots in your back, thighs, or arms, they're gonna be gone by morning.

Fairly quiet? That doesn't mean silent though, he absolutely talks while you two drift off to sleep, but it's all in very quiet tones. A Little Shit, But Lovingly. (you may. gently have to bop him on the head and tell him to Shut The Hell Up Its 3 Am Goddamn Not Everyone's Job Is Just Sitting Around Getting Jacked Off MANSDMASNDMANSDMN)

Glenn

He snores like a foghorn I'm so sorry. the old man of all time

If you can look past that though, he's so fucking delightful to sleep with <33 most especially bc he loves when you lay on him

he says smth about how it Helps Unfuck His Back, but you're at least 45% sure that that isn't the main reason

(and you're right, it isn't <3 he just loves feeling your weight on him)

He loves just,, leaving a hand against your back, running up and down as you settle in to sleep <33 before leaving it to rest on the small of your back <33 love is so real and true.

his tail wags in his sleep

HIS TAIL WAGS IN HIS SLEEP

HIS TAIL WAGS IN HIS SLEEP

You'll see this most when he's sleeping on his stomach, bc when he's on his back his tail can't move, and on his side Everything Hurts At All Times KAJDKASJ

You'll see it squirm around the most when you're touching him <3 if you run your hands through his hair, or trace patterns on his back that things gonna be WHIPPING like a wheatstalk in a hurricane.

^ this also applies to. early morning and late night cuddles. in the morning its more of a,, slow waggle? like you'll just see it gently twitching under the bed, while you place kisses on his cheek BAWBBABWBABW <- if I talk about his tail any more we'll never be done

just the guy of all time <3 go sleep with that old man go do it go do it now go go go go g

JR

Let Him Sleep On The Booba

Truly he sleeps best with his face buried in your chest. what can he say, it's cozy as hell.

his ideal state is being Unconscious. A Coma. Laying horizontally being fed nutrients through a tube. He will nap on you at any possible moment

It's one of the time's he feels Truly Safe? Like he's constantly having to run around doing what the Shadow Board wants, doing what Rand wants, etc. Sometimes You Just Need A Little Nap With Your Partner To Be Okay Again

He IS freezing cold I refuse to believe otherwise. he runs Ice Cold and it takes him 15 minutes to warm up. feels a bit like cuddling a corpse until your body heat brings him back to Human Levels Of Warmth.

The things we do for love smh MNSFGKFAJSFGKSDJ

stupid rich expensive bed. imported silk sheets. mathematically optimised mattress designed in a lab to give him The Best Sleep Possible. he's rich enough to buy several countries, he might as well put it to use.

Alpha-Beta

OUGHEEEEEEEEAWBABWBAGOURGHR <- experiencing wife fevers part 2

He's such a heavy sleeper MY GOD. If you couldn't hear his internal systems whirring and clicking you'd think he was dead KJDSAKFJASDKFJDSA

It isn't really his fault - his 'sleep cycle' likes to be done in one solid stretch, to avoid file corruption, which means. His body just,, won't wake him up unless it senses Active Danger to himself or you.

It's fine! He'll wake up if the house is on fire. Probably.

'aww you're such an old man <3' <- he's going to push you into a woodchipper AKSGJSAKDJFKSDFGJ

He's so warm and cozy <3

Upside, personal heater during the winter. Downside, summer is hell for both of you (Upside, he sleeps mostly naked in summer to avoid Dying of Death Disease)

Hold him <3 hold him he won't ask but he loves being held, even more than he loves holding you (which is. Saying Something). The second he feels your arms wrap around him, maybe one of your hands gently fussing with his hair? Out like a light <3 its sweet, all those unspoken ways that shows how much he loves you <3

ABWBABWBAB I swear I did an ask like this before but. I don't care this was so cute. If you have any additions, go nuts!

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Sleepover - Stories of the Shaw Pack

Characters: David/Angel, Asher/Babe, Milo/Sweetheart, Darlin'(Tank)/Sam

CW: None; Fluff

Written in July 2023

Summary: The end of an evening get-together with the 4 pack members (David, Milo, Asher, and Darlin) and their mates. The house feels quiet, safe and like home.

Can be found ✨here on Ao3✨, written by moi (cyan_bug37 on Ao3)

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The quiet atmosphere was something David hadn’t had in awhile. Not that nights weren’t quiet and peaceful. Many of them technically were. But this time he had the people he loved, safe in his home, relaxing with their loved ones and a random movie playing in the background. He looked outside at the sky. A faint tinge of blue still colored the lower half. It wasn’t quite midnight yet, but it was getting there. Earlier, Sam and Tank had gone outside for a walk, or alone time, truthfully. They hadn’t walked very far. He could hear them laughing on the porch.

David looked over to his right at the sleeping couple. Asher lightly snored, and his mate slept on his chest. The couple looked very comfy, though they would probably be stiff in the morning.

Sweetheart and Angel were quietly muttering at the kitchen table. They were at one point painting each other's nails, but that activity eventually turned into them talking. Angel looked over their shoulder as they felt eyes on them. David was staring at them.

“One sec,” Angel said to Sweetheart. They walked over and leaned on the back of the couch.

“Yeah, sweetie? Is something wrong?” Angel quietly asked and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“No. Just watching everyone. . . Asher and Babe fell asleep.”

Angel turned their attention to the duo and smiled. “I’ll go get them a blanket.” They went over to the hall closet and carried out one. They slowly draped it over the two. Babe shifted slightly, but seemed to go back to sleep.

“They are so cute,” Angel muttered once they returned to David. Angel knew Babe had been working overtime to get a project done, a project that could hopefully earn a promotion, and was exhausted. Babe had bags under their eyes for days, and Asher had mentioned how they had a hard time falling asleep. He’d be asleep for about thirty minutes, then he’d wake up and notice Babe working on stuff or just sitting out in the living room.

Angel also had known that Asher was struggling, well in general. Asher started picking up more work, according to the alpha, and Babe said that he had Inversion nightmares almost every night. David had mentioned how Asher began to take naps at the office, which was strange coming from Asher who was usually quite energetic. David had been getting concerned that his beta was burning himself out, and was planning on having a talk with Asher soon. But for tonight, the couple were finally getting some rest.

Milo seemed to have nodded off at some point during the third movie they were watching. Sweetheart walked over to the couches and took their phone out. The glow from the TV gave enough light so they could take a picture of their sleeping mate. Sweetheart chuckled to themselves, ��New lockscreen.”

“Do you wanna go take him to the guest room?” David asked. He would have offered their other guest room to Asher and Babe, but they had already fallen asleep, and he didn’t want to wake either of them.

“Probably a good idea. He already says I knock off a few years of his life when I jump scare him. I can’t have him complaining about being an old man just yet,” Sweetheart replied. They gently shook Milo’s shoulder. Milo blinked, though it looked like he could fall asleep again at any moment.

“Mmh? Sweetheart?”

“C’mon. We’re going to bed,” Sweetheart grabbed his hands and carefully dragged him up. Milo managed to say goodnight, and they went down the hallway, disappearing into the guest room.

David sighed and stretched.

“You can go to bed if you want,” Angel rubbed David’s lower back.

He closed his eyes for a moment at the gentle caress. He was tired, but not that tired. “And know that you will probably stay up until 4 in the morning completing some random project? I don’t think that’s the best idea, Angel,” David replied and wrapped an arm around them.

“Well, I gotta do the dishes,” Angel murmured.

“Then I will do them with you,” David leaned over to kiss the top of Angel’s head. Angel hummed in agreement. The two decided that Angel would wash the dishes and David would dry them. They quietly talked between each other about each other’s days, what they wanted to plant in the garden this year, and why a hippopotamus would win against a bear.

“I’m glad we could all get together like this,” Angel said at one point.

David gave a subtle smile, “Me too. I’m glad that everyone seems to feel comfortable here.”

The sliding door opened to reveal Sam and Tank coming back in. They looked around and noticed the new positions everyone was in.

Tank wandered over to the kitchen with Sam trailing behind. “Hey. I noticed the two sleeping beauties on the couch. Where’d the other two go?”

“I sent them to the guest room. Milo fell asleep,” David briefed.

“How was it outside?” Angel asked either one of them, still focused on a pan from breakfast.

“It’s very nice. Not too chilly but not too warm. You got lots of crickets here, David,” Tank said. They leaned back against the counter.

“I know. I can hear them almost every night,” David agreed. He wiped around the edges of a bowl and sat it down. They hadn’t accumulated a lot of dishes because of Asher’s idea to order pizza for dinner, and for that, David was thankful.

Angel handed him the last dish and turned around to wipe their hands on a towel.

“Would you and Sam like to stay the night? We have another room available and I have an excess of pillows and blankets for guests,” Angel offered, tucking the towel back onto the stove’s handle. Originally Sam and Tank hadn’t planned on staying, but the offer was still there.

“What do you think, Darlin’?” Sam looked over. Tank looked at their partner and Angel could see the debate going on in their head.

“If you want to, then it would be fine,” Tank finally said.

Sam gave a small smile, “Then we accept and appreciate the hospitality.”

Angel smiled back and went to grab a couple blankets and a stack of pillows. Once the two were settled, and the TV turned off, Angel and David left to head upstairs to their room. Before Angel shut the door they heard Tank say, “You talk like such an old man sometimes.”

“It was called being polite, Darlin’,” Sam replied as the two walked down the hall. They definitely would be staying up for longer, but at least they were comfortable.

Angel grinned to themselves and closed the door. David had already changed into a pair of sweats and flopped himself on the bed. The window was opened a bit, so the room wasn’t too stuffy. Angel went into their ensuite bathroom to get ready for bed. After they finished, Angel slipped under their sheets and settled down. Their body sank as they relaxed into the mattress. David shifted and laid one arm over Angel, and shifted closer. They breathed in the scent of David’s shampoo and the night air, and drifted to sleep.

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And my usual disclaimer: As always, I have no ownership or rights to these characters, stories, or franchises. I write this to appreciate the content Redacted ASMR/audio makes. Anything I write is not official in their stories, other than using moments from the original story line. I make no profit from this.

Please don't steal.

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Got brave enough to start posting some of my favorite short stories that I've written over on Ao3 onto here, and this is one of the first ones. I hope you like it :)

[goosewriting]

Scenario anon here, I appreciate you still giving us the chance to get one in!

Scenario 22, with A and pink 20 dialogue as Raph, please! :DD

In love with you (rottmnt Raph x reader)

scenario 22: There’s a big storm going on outside while A is at B’s house, so B insists they sleep over. prompt 20: “I think I’m in love with you.”

summary: Raph ends up staying the night at reader’s place and confessing.

relationship: Rise!Raph x GN reader

warnings: none! fluff

word count: ~630

A/N: another storm prompt XD this one was quite popular it seems aahah

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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Raph had spent the afternoon at your place, playing board games and eating snacks as per usual. When it was time to go, you passed by the window and took a look outside; there was a raging storm. Neither of you had noticed since you were so engrossed with the game, but it was pouring heavily onto the streets, and the thunder started rumbling louder each time.

“There’s no way you’re going out in this weather” you stated, and Raph gave you a questioning tilt of the head. “You should stay the night.”

His heart skipped a beat at your proposal; he’s been into you for so long, and the thought of spending the night alone, with you…

“I really don’t wanna impose on you” he retorted weakly with flushed cheeks. “I can take a little rain.”

“I’m not letting you go out in this storm” you said, checking the weather app on your phone. “It will only get worse according to this. Won’t be stopping until well in the morning.”

For a moment you just stood there in your living room, looking at each other. Since he didn’t say anything else though, you moved past him to go get some extra blankets. As you were rummaging in the wardrobe, an idea pops into your head.

Coming back to where he still stood, you handed him multiple blankets, then hurried to your room and brought back your own pillow and blanket from your bed.

“What are you doing?” he asked when you started building your own sleeping nook next to his. “I’ll sleep here, you have a comfy bed.” 

“I’ll sleep here too, if that’s okay with you… I’m kinda scared of storms” you said. It wasn’t entirely true, but not a lie either. You weren’t necessarily scared of lightning, but you knew you’d feel more at ease with him in the room. 

“Oh, I didn’t know” he answered sheepishly, his eyes going to the couch and back to you.

You ended up building a cosy pile of the fluffiest blankets you could find, draping them from the couch, where you’d sleep, onto the floor. Raph insisted on sleeping on the ground because of his shell. He didn’t want to shred your furniture. 

Once you were all settled, warm and comfy, you said your goodnights and silence fell around you both. The only thing to be heard was your breaths, the rain hitting against the railing outside your window, and the occasional shuffle under the blankets. 

Raph was lying as still as he could, but his mind and heart were racing. You were so close to him! Just above him, on the couch. Never would he have thought he’d be in this situation. Bringing his hands to his face, he groans internally.

After a while, he listened intently to your breaths and concluded you were indeed asleep. Slowly turning to his side, he propped up on one elbow, setting his weight on his forearm. Now his face was at the same height as yours. He looked at your peaceful, sleeping face for a while before reaching up and gently stroking over your cheekbone with his knuckle.

“I think I’m in love with you” Raph spoke in nothing more than a whisper, more to himself than anything. 

When your eyes shot open at his confession, he felt the blood freeze in his veins. Abruptly pulling back, he almost fell over with a squeak. You sat up to look at him, heavy blush on both your faces. Raph took the blanket and pulled it over his head to hide from you.

Reaching out a rather shaky hand, you pushed back the blanket and cupped his cheek. He looked at you with incredulous eyes, heart pounding in his chest as you spoke.

“I think me too.”

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Waking Up Next to You

Fic Descript: Henry unconsciously steals the blankets in the middle of the night and refuses to return them, forcing Alex to get creative to get them back.

~ A/N - I AM A FIC MACHIIIIIIINE

Lmao wassup. I've got a RWRB fic coming up for you all today ^^ based off of this meme that I saw aaaages ago lmao I thought I absolutely HAD to write something and these boys are PERFECT for it.

I still have to finish the book or watch the actual movie lmao... should probably get on that...

Hope you all are vibing <3

Enoy! ~

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It still amazed Alex that the sun actually existed sometimes in England.

Mornings like these, the amber rays leaking in through the curtains, the cool breeze wafting through the window, birds chirping faintly outside.

A gentle reminder that England was not the grey, dreary commonwealth of boredom he had once envisioned.

No, mornings like this were quiet, pretty, perfect.

Well, almost perfect.

Because somehow, during the night, Henry - the absolute love of his life - had stolen the entire fucking blanket.

Those amber rays? Rare patches of warmth and hope keeping Alex right on the edge of freezing to death. The cool, refreshing breeze? Jack Frost's pesky fingers trying to strip the flesh right off his bones. The birds and their sweet, beautiful songs? Evil little shits taunting him with their built-in feather shields, protecting them from the harsh elements he was currently at the mercy of.

Sort of... The heating was on inside the house, so perhaps he was being a touch dramatic.

Still, the question remained. Should he let Henry sleep in, or should he reclaim his rightful half of the covers?

His boyfriend did look quite adorable like this, his perfect hair all tousled, his face relaxed so far his mouth was slightly open. And while it was getting more and more common for Alex to see the real Henry, and not Prince Pompously Pedantic The Third, he still treasured these moments of pure unfiltered Henry.

Maybe if he just slowly pulled...

"Alexxxxx..." Henry mumbled, still half asleep, before pulling the blanket over his head and turning around.

Alex gave a soft, indignant gasp. "Well good morning to you too."

No response.

"You've got the blanket." Alex said flatly.

Henry stirred. "I do."

Alex's face fell into a glare. "All of it."

"Yes." Henry hummed. "And it's incredibly comfy."

The prince didn't have to turn around for Alex to know the little shit had a smug (albeit sleepy) grin on his face.

"And you're not going to share?" Alex shuffled himself closer, almost leaning over Henry's shoulder.

"Hmm..." Henry pondered, becoming more and more awake by the second (though he kept his eyes closed throughout the exchange). "No."

Alex rolled his eyes. "Come on, don't let me freeze."

"What if I don't want to freeze?" Henry said - trying to keep a straight face, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him.

"Henry, it's a king sized blanket! We'll both have heaps of space."

Unable to stop himself, Henry let his face fall into a smirk. "Yes, it's a king sized blanket. Fit for one king. That's me."

Alex flopped backwards onto the pillow, rolling his eyes with a laugh. "You're not a king yet!"

"I'm closer than you'll ever be." Henry mumbled, though he couldn't help the laugh that leaked into his tone.

And, just adding insult to injury, Henry wrapped himself even further into his blanket like a caterpillar into a cocoon. Alex didn't have so much as a thread to pull over himself after Henry's little burrito moment, but that might just play into his favour.

Realising just how much Henry had restricted his own movement, it was Alex's turn to smirk.

"You wanna stay in the blanket that badly?" Alex muttered under his breath, before jumping onto his boyfriend. "Fine."

"Ale-HEHEX NOHOHO!" Henry shrieked, jolted out of his fake sleep by Alex's hands squeezing ferociously into his hips.

Somehow, Alex had intensified the pressure of his thumbs to be the perfect level of force through the blanket. By the time it reached Henry's hip bones the sensations were unbearably tickly, and it was driving Henry absolutely mad.

"No what?" Alex teased, expertly keeping his balance atop his squirming partner. "What's wrong baby? Not quite the sleep in you were looking for?"

"STOHOHOP IT! PLEHEHEASE!" Henry thrashed violently from side to side, but the blanket restricted his movements so much he could barely move a few inches each way.

Alex grinned, opting to change his tactic to aim for Henry's exposed neck. "Too late for pleading baby, should have given me the blanket when I asked."

"NONONONONO!" Henry squealed, trying desperately to find some way to cover the ridiculously sensitive target. He couldn't decide what was worse, the drilling thuds of Alex's thumbs through the blanket against his sides, or the whisper-light scratches of Alex's fingernails on his bare skin.

"Unless..." Alex continued to tease, trailing off to allow Henry to put the pieces together. And just for encouragement, he brought one hand back down to squeeze up and down Henry's sides while the other continued to torment the future king's neck.

"YOU CAN HAHAHAVE IHIHIT!" Henry surrendered, his body caught in an odd dance between escaping Alex and unravelling the blanket to get both off his body. "TAHAKE IT TAKE IHIT TAKE IT!"

With a smirk, Alex ceased all his attacks and helped his beloved boyfriend emerge from the duvet.

"There." Alex smiled in satisfaction and the pair lay down next to each other - equally covered under the quilt. "Was that so hard?"

[starsurface]

Gaaaahh! Those regressor Nightwolf headcanons were SO GOOD!! Thank you!!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ Could I bug you for one more? Little Nightwolf with CG Fujin? (Also totally get him as a playable character in Aftermath!! He’s so fun!! It’s his Tower of Time ending that has the angst! No spoilers but Emo Nightwolf is canon!!😭)

Ugh Windwolf!!! I know you didn't ask for romantic but I think I accidently implied that they're together.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Fujin w/ Regressor Nightwolf Hcs

☁️ Y'all I actually love them both and I know they'd be so supportive of each others regression 🥺

🐺 Nightwolf calls Fujin mostly Dada or Fuu Fuu

☁️ Fujin calls Nightwolf so many nicknames but Cloudy, Sweetheart, Cub, Little Wolf, and Baby Boy are the most common

🐺 Fujin finds Nightwolf's middlespace so entertaining, ngl

☁️ Like, the makeup, the outfit, the attitude-

🐺 He's not trying to be mean, it's just different!! And it's been time time since he's been with mortal like these

☁️ The one time Fujin teased Nightwolf about his look, Nightwolf generally started sobbing and Fujin felt really, really bad

🐺 Afterwards he let Nightwolf dect him out in emo/metal (which Nightwolf completely abused) and Raiden almost had a heart attack when he saw his brother

☁️ It's actually really funny seeing them because you have this sulky emo middle schooler and this guys radiating of sunshine always following and bothering him

🐺 Fujin will let Nightwolf blare his music but not too loudly, he can't have his hearing get bad now can we?

☁️ He knows EVERYTHING, and Fujin knows NOTHING, that's how the world works >:D

🐺 Que to Fujin shrugging and just going with the flow

☁️ Fujin adores toddler Nightwolf!!!

🐺 The two will go outside and run around until Nightwolf gets sleepy

☁️ Playing tag, playing hopscotch, sitting in the grass on a blanket, rolling in said grass, whatever Nightwolf wants to do!!

🐺 The only time Fujin gets weary is when they near this small lake that Nightwolf likes collecting rocks from

☁️ Like, he knows it's too shallow for anything to happen to Nightwolf, but he also isn't taking his chances

🐺 Any and all weapons get put away onto high shelfs (Nightwolf gets extremely pouty about it)

☁️ Naps in the Storm Gardens because they fell asleep playing

🐺 Or Nightwolf fell asleep on Fujin's lap and now he's stuck there

☁️ Fujin will happily answer any questions Nightwolf has (and if he doesn't know the answers, he'll make one up and Nightwolf is usually content)

🐺 Fujin handles Nightwolf's hissy fits really well, standing there patiently for him to calm down

☁️ Both really like talking about why Nightwolf was upset and it's usually an easy time

🐺 Both Fujin and Nightwolf adore cuddles and really like to snuggle on calmer days

☁️ Fujin will use his powers to make Nightwolf giggle

🐺 Together they pull little pranks on the others monks, or Raiden

☁️ (Making a paper keep flying just out of reach for a few seconds, blowing Raiden's hat off, very harmless things)

🐺 Or making keeping one of Nightwolfs toys in the air, making him gasp and awe

☁️ Fujin really likes to do arts and crafts with Nightwolf but my goodness, the mess it makes

🐺 Depending on what they made, glitters all over the floor, there's glue everywhere, scattered pieces of paper

☁️ Luckily Nightwolf likes helping cleaning up before bathtime

🐺 If Nightwolf made Fujin anything, Fujin will tear up and get a concerned headpats

☁️ (^ And Nightwolf gets a bunch of cuddles and whatever food he wants <3)

🐺 If Nightwold let's gim, Fujin will do his hair (it's so silky and soft!!!)

☁️ Nightwolf will over to do Fujin's hair but he might fall asleep laying on it because it's all nice and long and comfy

🐺 Fujin doesn't entirely mind, he'll make Raiden get him a book and lay with Nightwolf so hos hair isn't getting pulled

☁️ I can see Nightwolf being a wolf regressor and Fujin adores it (okay, he just adores him, let's be honest)

🐺 Head scratchies all day, Nightwolf loves them

☁️ Fujin will intimidate Nightwolf's howl and Nightwolf will get all huffy and puffy because he thinks he's being mean >:(

🐺 (He's not, and a quick kiss on the nose will make him better)

☁️ Nightwolf will curl up by the fireplace and Fujin will let him lay his head on his lap

🐺 If Nightwold ever regresses for any kind of negative reason, Fujin makes it his mission to fix whatever wrong

☁️ Too stressed? A bubble bath might help

🐺 Bad memories? He'll be okay, Fuu Fuu’s here now, sweetheart

☁️ Fujin is constantly fussing over Nightwolf, bad day or not

🐺 That's his baby, he's gotta make sure he feels completely loved and safe 🥺

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I want Aftermath so badly but Steams gonna have their Spring sale soon and I gotta wait a month!! :(

[tinyinvadr]

New chapter!!!

Psychoborrower 2

Chapter 4

The mental classroom we were in only about a half hour earlier was in complete shambles. It was no wonder we got kicked after Raz made that connection, her mind had clearly become unstable.

“Alright. You know this place better than I do. Lead the way.”

Raz shot himself up into the nearest thought node, and I almost fell off his shoulder. With the amount of close calls I’ve had, we really should’ve looked into installing seatbelts on his coat.

“Could you possibly do that slower?”

“I don’t think it works like that. Lemme see, does this thing…?”

He trailed off, mumbling to himself as he pulled his coat open and felt around in it.

“Yes! Hidden pocket! You should be safe in here!”

Before I could say anything, he suddenly picked me up and plopped me down into the jacket’s inner pocket.

I like pockets. They’re like enclosed little hammocks where I can rest and hide from the world. Of course, I wasn’t about to let Raz know that. He’d be all annoying about how cute it was and insist on keeping me in there all the time.

But it didn’t really matter. He knew me too well and figured it out anyway.

“Heheh… comfy?”

“Shut up.”

He traveled up the thought trail, heading into the opening that he blasted through back in class. On the other side was the interior of an ambulance. A speeding ambulance.

“Agent Forsythe?”

The vehicle jerked left and right, knocking us over. At the front, I heard a familiar and terrified voice.

“Who’s in here?!”

“Lori? It’s Flint! Where are you?”

“At the wheel!”

Raz got up and ran to the front, and we found her seated on the dashboard, desperately trying to steer the ambulance with Telekinesis. He offered her his hand, but she was fully preoccupied with steering.

“Come with us. We need to find your mom.”

“I can’t stop, this thing’s gonna crash!”

Raz grabbed the wheel with his other hand, holding it steady.

“Okay, I’ve got it. Now climb on and let go.”

Lori nodded, climbing onto his hand and finally releasing the steering wheel. With her out of harm’s way, Raz let go of the wheel and made a run for it to the back doors of the ambulance. The doors swung open and the three of us took a tumble onto the street as the ambulance screeched to a halt.

We were met with the sight of a bizarre cross between a hospital and a casino. Everything was illuminated with neon lights, there was a big sign outside displaying a glowing, skeletal Hollis with big wings.

Lori looked around, confused.

“I think I’ve been here before, but I don’t remember it being so… glowy.”

It all made sense. The way Hollis was so eager to go on the casino mission. The way she snuck off to gamble. Raz turned her into a gambling addict.

“What… What Mental Connection did you make that resulted in this??”

“Uh… risk and money?”

Of course. A connection like that was far more powerful than a simple opinion. It was a completely different mentality that defied everything that Hollis believed in. That one connection was enough to rewire her brain, creating a complex network of terrible ideas.

“I don’t get it… where are we?”

I turned my attention back to Lori. How did she not know where we were?

“We’re in your mom’s mind. You know, her mental world? Have you never astral projected before?”

Lori looked away, twiddling her thumbs nervously.

“Oh… I don’t think she’d want me to be in here. How do I leave?”

Raz dug through his bag for a minute, then groaned in frustration.

“I’m out of smelling salts. Sorry. Looks like you’re stuck with us for now.”

Lori thought it over for a second, then shrugged it off.

“Well, okay. I don’t think she’ll be too upset. It was just an accident. I’m not even sure how I got here.”

She was asleep on Hollis’ head in the physical world. When we opened the portal, she had to have somehow astral projected in her sleep. The kid was crazy powerful and she didn’t even know it. I was curious to see what else she was capable of.

I noticed how she suddenly perked up again after putting aside her worries about upsetting Hollis, and turned her attention back to Raz.

“Oh, and thanks for saving me back there! I don’t think we’ve met yet. I’m Lori!”

“Nice to meet you! I’m Raz.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of you! You’re Lili’s boyfriend!”

“Oh, uh… have people been saying that?”

Geez, this kid’s a mess.

After fighting our way past the Censors guarding the hospital, we got inside. I couldn’t help but notice how anxious Lori looked. She was obviously worried about Hollis, but I also got the sense that something else was wrong.

It didn’t take long for us to find Hollis, but just as I suspected, she wasn’t going to cooperate. She had turned the hospital’s chapel into an exclusive High Roller’s Lounge. We were promptly kicked out, and we weren’t allowed back in unless we had three gazillion dollars.

I was at a loss for ideas on what to do. She’d given us an impossible task. Even if we happened to get lucky and win big, three gazillion wasn’t a real number. That alone was enough to tip me off that the whole place was rigged.

But we didn’t have a choice. There was no way to get to that Mental Connection if Hollis wouldn’t let us in. Which meant we had to play the games and hope for the jackpot.

“Why is she acting like this? Mom’s never been a big gambler. At least, as far as I know.”

Raz sighed. He knew she wasn’t going to take it well.

“She’s not. I messed up. That’s why we’re here. We need to get into the High Roller’s Lounge so I can break the Mental Connection that caused all of this.”

Lori paused for a minute, processing this information. She didn’t look particularly angry, more so just confused.

“Why did you do it?”

“I really wanted to go on the casino mission, but she wouldn’t let any of the interns go. I thought maybe if I changed a few things, it would make her less stressed and open her up to new ideas. It was really wrong, I know that now, and I’ll never do it again. But now we need to fix it. Hollis snuck out of the hotel room to gamble, and you’re asleep on her head right now. If anyone sees you…”

Lori froze, the severity of the situation weighing down on her.

“Right… non-psychics aren’t as nice to people like me.”

While I wasn’t sure how long she’d been openly living at the Motherlobe as Hollis’ daughter, it was clear that she’d gotten used to human interaction. Too used to it. It was like she didn’t have her survival instincts anymore. She was surrounded by people who were nothing but kind to her, and she was devoid of her natural fear of humans.

I envied her, in a way. I’d gotten better about it over the past few days, which is a lot of progress in my case. Still, I had a lingering wariness every time I encountered a new person. I wasn’t afraid for my life anymore, but those “what-if” thoughts of the terrible things that people could do to me if they chose to… those weren’t going away anytime soon.

To see that realization hit Lori the way it did, I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. For her own safety and well-being, it needed to happen, but she was quite possibly the happiest and luckiest borrower alive. She had an entire organization of powerful giants that all loved and protected her. How she ended up in that situation was beyond my understanding, but it was what I wished I had back at camp.

In a way, I did, but I wasn’t aware of that fact until very recently. I spent years paranoid that the people I’d come to love would hate me if they saw what I really was. Lori never had that.

The three of us went quiet as we explored the hospital, and soon, we found our first game. Located in the pharmacy was a large plinko board. Or, in this case, it was called Pillinko, to go with the pharmacy theming. The puns just write themselves, I swear.

Raz set Lori and I down on the counter, figuring there was a good chance we could get hurt while he was getting bumped around in the board. I didn’t mind skipping out on it, though. It would be funnier to watch Raz do it than go through it myself.

It seemed simple enough on the surface. The board was shaped like an anatomical model of Hollis, with her internal organs acting as the slots. To get the winning payout of a gazillion dollars, we just had to get the pill into the stomach slot.

Of course, there was a catch. The game wasn’t just rigged, it was broken. Her heart bumper had fallen out of its slot and was blocking off the opening to the stomach, making it impossible to win.

I unfortunately noticed this too late, as Raz had already gone into the board, and was sent flying out the bottom when he missed his target.

Right as this happened, I heard someone coming. Someone annoying.

“I’m telling you, Morris, there’s something off about that new kid.”

I was not in the mood to deal with Norma, especially not at my regular size, so I shifted and took a seat at a barstool. Lori stared up at me in awe as I picked her up and put her on my shoulder.

“Whoa! How’d you do that?”

“Years of practice.”

Norma and Morris didn’t stick around for long. It was weird. They teased Raz a little, acknowledged my human projection, then disappeared. Wasn’t our problem, though. They shouldn’t have even been in Hollis’ mind if they didn’t intend to help us fix it.

Raz opted to fix the Mental Connections in the pharmacy that were created as a result of his initial connection, and that was enough to fix the game.

Personally, I think it would’ve been quicker to use TK to yank her heart and and shove it back in where it’s supposed to go, but the nurse running the game was horrified by that idea and told me to stay far away from medical school. He’s just mad ‘cause I’m right.

We won our first gazillion, then headed to our next stop: the cardiology ward. This housed another game, in which you bet on one of four racers, each of them representing the suites in a deck of cards. Seated at the bar was the skater girl I recognized from class… and Sam.

“Gisu, I’m telling you, the odds of Hearts winning are a gazillion to one.”

“They’ve gotta win at some point!”

“Oh hey, Flint. Have you gotten taller?”

I couldn’t tell if she was trying to make a joke or if it was a genuine question, but either way I ignored it.

Just like what happened back in the pharmacy, Sam and Gisu suddenly went missing. I was starting to get a very bad feeling about this place.

We tried betting on Hearts, but it was clear on the heart monitor that our racer was in no condition to be running. They lagged behind the other racers, and were clearly exhausted.

Raz went off to the back room to see if he could find a solution, leaving Lori and I at the counter. I noticed she’d gotten quiet, so I gave her a gentle nudge to make sure she was still awake. Is it possible to fall asleep in a mental world? Probably not.

“Hey. Everything okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, it’s just… this place is bringing back some memories for me. I know it’s not the same, especially now that it’s a casino, but…”

She trailed off, avoiding my gaze. I was very curious about her history with Hollis, but I wasn’t going to press on it if she wasn’t ready to talk about it.

Before we knew it, Raz came back, advising us to bet on Hearts in the next race. He ran off again, and the next time we saw him, he was on the heart monitor.

The race was close, but he made it in the end, and we won another gazillion dollars. We just needed one more big win to get into the High Roller’s Lounge. Our last stop was the maternity ward.

The main attraction was a big prize wheel, with a bunch of card suits babies attached to it. This definitely violated some sort of child safety law.

“Ugh, what kind of game is this? The prizes are just a bunch of babies!”

“Let’s ditch this place, Lizzie. There’s gotta be a bar around somewhere. I just hope we don’t get carded.”

I kept my eye on Adam and Lizzie. I wanted to see if they’d disappear like the other interns.

Sure enough, they did. And this time, I finally saw the culprit. A giant tentacle swooped in and grabbed them, whisking them away. Just as I was about to tell Raz, I saw him run off again.

The nearby skeletal couple explained that he was going to un-rig the game so they could win a baby. Because they were so rich, they promised to reward him with a gazillion dollars if he succeeded.

“Flint… I don’t like this place. Can we leave?”

Something about the maternity ward was seriously stressing Lori out. But I didn’t want to leave without Raz. Especially not with that tentacle snatching people away.

“It’s okay, Raz should be back in a minute, then we can go.”

Her breaths became quick and heavy. She looked like she was on the verge of panicking.

“Lori? Lori, what’s going on?”

There was a sudden flash of light. It caught me off guard, making me shift back to my borrower form. As my eyes adjusted, I saw that we were still in the maternity ward, but it was no longer a casino. All the mental figures had changed into normal-looking humans, instead of being skeletons, card suites, and medical equipment. This had to be the real hospital that Hollis worked at. Or at the very least, a memory of it.

I’d learned about this before. A Flashback. A traumatic memory that becomes real, simulating the experience of living through it again.

Lori had a thousand yard stare as a borrower couple walked past us. Trailing behind them was a little girl. No, not just any little girl. It was Lori.

“Why are we here? I don’t like this room, the babies are loud when they cry.”

Her father sat her down on the floor in the corner of the room.

“We just need you to sit here for a few minutes. Stay put and don’t wander off on your own, alright?”

“Am I in trouble?”

They didn’t answer her. They left without another word. I could feel the dread welling up in my heart, and I ran after them.

I followed them to the next room, and was able to overhear them whispering to each other.

“It worked. We’d better go, before she looks for us.”

“I hate that we have to do this.”

“I know, but we don’t have a choice. That child will be the death of us if we keep her. Her powers are like a beacon for curious humans. But don’t worry. I don’t think anyone will find her here. The staff will be too preoccupied with all those screaming infants to notice her.”

Not this. Not again. Why did this keep happening? First Loboto, now this? Why were so many parents uncaring and selfish?

Sending their kids off to try and force them to change. Leaving them behind to save themselves. This was way too common for both humans and borrowers. These monsters that couldn’t handle having psychic kids… they never deserved kids to begin with.

I swung at them with a strong PSI-Punch, but my fist phased right through them.

Right. A Flashback is a glorified memory. They weren’t actually present entities in Hollis’ mind. Still, I wanted to imagine I could hurt them.

I returned to the maternity ward, where Lori sat beside her younger self, trying to comfort her. Much like the images of her parents, she couldn’t actually interact with little Lori, so she continued to cry.

I sat down next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She turned to look at me for a second, then wrapped her arms around me, crying into my shirt. Holding her tight, I shifted to my human form, figuring she could use the extra reassurance.

It was a strange feeling. I had only recently gotten used to allowing humans to hold me in this way for comfort, particularly Sasha and Milla. It was somehow even more unusual to essentially take on their position. To have this scared, vulnerable little person cradled in my hands, it wasn’t something I ever imagined happening. But it felt right. She needed this.

“It’s okay, Lori. You’re not here anymore. You’re with the Psychonauts now, and you’ve got an amazing mom who loves you.”

As if on cue, Hollis entered the memory. She saw little Lori crying on the floor and immediately scooped her up, holding her close.

“Shh… Take it easy, little one. I’ve got you.”

Lori smiled at this part of the memory, and I could tell she was calming down.

“You’re right. It’s over. Now let’s go save my Mom.”

The Flashback ended right around the same time that Raz returned from fixing the game. We left the maternity ward with our final gazillion dollars, and headed for the High Roller’s Lounge. As we walked, he noticed how I was still holding Lori in a makeshift hug.

“Did I miss something?”

I wasn’t sure if I should answer or not, but Lori did it for me.

“Yeah, but we don’t need to talk about it right now. I’d rather live in the present.”

Raz nodded. “That’s good. I’ve decided I’m going to destroy the rich.”

I… You know what? Sure. Go for it, Raz.

[aboutchriss]

CUDDLES

POST FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT, I DIDN’T COPY THIS FROM ANYONE BUT ME, I WAS TITTIESOFBINNIE

Pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

Tags: fluff, cuddles

Author note: idk, I’m in the middle of nowhere, like there are more cows than humans, there is internet only outside of the house, since the house it’s really, really old, more than 100 years where I’m staying and it’s raining so it’s short because it’s cold outside!

I thought a LOT about posting this, I’m so insicure about my English, as I said it’s not my first language and I’m always scared to make mistakes or stuff like that, so if you find mistakes please let me know, I’ll be thankful and also my English will improve!

You’re gonna need later but nonna means grandma in Italian

“Jin don’t you dare falling asleep on that couch we need to unpack our suitcases”

You scream from the other room

“C’mon we can unpack them later, even the kids are on the couch, don’t put the blame on me, Chan sat here first”

“Chan sat there first because he’s old”

You says walking in the living room

“Hey, be respectful please I drove a van for 3 hours with 8 people inside of it”

He says almost falling asleep

“I told you ‘don’t worry chan, I’m gonna drive’ but you don’t trust me”

You says, sitting on the couch with hyunjin

“Of course I don’t trust you, you fell asleep on hyunjin five minutes after we left the dorm”

He says

“He was comfy okay?”

“Shhh, let me rest, just five minutes”

He says

“Okay, okay sorry”

You says, Raising your hands as a sign of surrender.

Next to you there is hyunjin in a big hoodie, which you occasionally wear when he forget it at your place, or you just steal it because you love the cologne that he wears.

“Jin, can you move a little, I want to lie down too”

“Mhhh, just lie on me”

He mumbles

“Are you sure?”

You asks

“Yes, I know what you’re thinking.

Yes, I’m going to be comfortable;

Yes, I’m going to be fine;

Yes, I will be able to breath;

No, you don’t weight to much;

I don’t care if you’re going to drool on me

Stop overthinking and come here”

He says

You can’t even reply something because he’s right, he answered all the questions and worries that you had in your mind.

You just lie down on him, trying to find a comfortable position, the silence in the room was LOUD the two of you were the only one awake of the house.

“You’re warm”

You says

“I know”

He whispers trying to not wake up everyone else in the room

“Look it’s raining outside”

You whisper

“Finally, it was too hot in town this days”

“Yeah, I love when we run away from the city, the smog and especially PEOPLE”

You laugh, he knows how much you hate the caos of the city, that’s why the two of you bought this house in the middle of nothing, you bring the kids with you because you want them to rest, and be humans for a week or so.

“I know baby, there are more cows than humans, and the youngest person in this place is the cute little old lady who always bring us tons of soup because she see us ‘too thin’ “

“It’s a Nonna thing, every Italian nonna says that to their nephews”

You says while listening to the rain and his heart(u) beat(u).

“I know, I love her. Sometimes when we leave this house, I wish I could take her, and put her in my suitcase, just to bring her in a different place”

He says, squeezing you with his arms

“That’s sweet, but creepy”

You laugh a little, you’re almost falling asleep

“I’m gonna say hi to her later, and I’m gonna cook something so she can eat with us tomorrow at lunch”

You says

“I love this idea”

“Baby”

“Mh?”

You mumble

“You’re going to be a great nonna one day”