#I could fall asleep on the spot and I need to get energy back before I am physically able to stand up again

[sidemari]

• Aftercare •

Short headcanons about how they treat you after sex.

Characters included: John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Keegan P. Russ, König and Simon "Ghost" Riley [separately] x GN!Reader

Mari's notes: Let me know if any of you want me to write for other COD characters. My requests are open.

After taking care of your basic needs, such as hydration, cleansing and reassurance, Soap will offer a “movie session”, in which you would watch something lighthearted together while exchanging caresses, kisses and confessions.

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John "Soap" MacTavish

As the movie begins, he pulls you into his chest, where you feel the calm beating of his heart against your ear. His hands don't stay still — they slide calmly down your back, sometimes intertwining with yours, other times just stroking your hair or your shoulders.

The confessions come quietly, as he shares funny memories, details of his daily life, and even his most intimate thoughts — the ones he usually hides behind the facade of a playful soldier.

"This protagonist has jokes as bad as yours." You laughed, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Are you implying that my sense of humor is lame? Because if you really are..." He squeezed your cheek playfully, but his gaze was more intense, with a mischievous smile. You smiled, feeling the tension increase. 

"Oh, the character's is. But I can't deny that you have a special talent for bad jokes." You murmured, and the tone of your voice became lower, loaded with a slight but present desire.

"Come here, I still need you." He moved closer, the heat of his body enveloping yours, and his lips found yours again, but this time with more urgency and more intensity. Maybe criticizing his jokes was the best choice you made that night.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick 

Words of affirmation! Expect this man to offer you, in addition to his comforting presence, all the reassurance you could possibly need after a night of intense sex.

You are the most precious person to him and he makes sure you know it. 

After taking care of you with patience and dedication, he creates a small refuge just for the two of you. The room is softly lit, the temperature is cozy, and everything around you seems to slow down. He remains attentive to every detail: he covers you with a light blanket, fixes your hair so it doesn't bother you, checks if you are warm and relaxed. 

In silence, he gets your favorite drink and a snack — something he knows will do you good — and sits next to you, watching you with affection. You realize, even without words, that in that moment he is completely present, completely devoted to the mission of taking care of you as he cuddles you in his arms and murmurs vows of love and devotion.

"You were so good to me..." He'd murmur against your lips before pulling you into a tender kiss. "Let me spoil you a little before you fall asleep."

You smiled, the warmth of his kiss spreading through your body, feeling yourself enveloped by both the softness and the intensity of the moment. When he pulled away, his eyes were shining, as if he were giving in to the desire to take care of you.

Time passed, between caresses and whispers, as the outside world disappeared and all that mattered was each other's presence. When Gaz pulled you back into a tight hug, you let yourself be enveloped by his warmth, your body relaxing completely.

"Rest... I'll take care of everything."

Keegan P. Russ

Despite being very reserved, he is extremely protective. 

He will always make sure to make you comfortable: whether it is by covering your body with a soft blanket, massaging any sore spots with unusual mastery or even just cuddling you tightly while you recover your energy. 

Even with the tiredness weighing down his muscles, he doesn't think about sleeping before making sure you're okay. His fingers gently run along your hips, precisely exploring most sensitive spots as a way to tease you — even if slightly. The pressure is firm, careful, as if he already knows every inch of you — as if he wants, with that touch, to convey all the love he feels for you.

Despite the rigidity that the world demands of him, with you he allows his shoulders to relax. From time to time, even in moments when everything seems calm, he squeezes you a little tighter, as if confirming to himself that you are there.

“It tickles…” You murmured against his neck as he traced circles with his fingertips against the skin of your hip. He smiled, amused by your statement. 

“You are so precious.” 

“Do you say that because you are trying to make me laugh or because you really think so?” You asked, your voice soft, but with a hint of teasing. You felt the warmth of his breath against your skin, his smile still vibrating through your body like a gentle wave. Your eyes closed for a moment, savoring the feeling of closeness before he answered.

"I say this because, to me, you are more than precious." He kissed the top of your head. "And you are all I want to keep close."

König

He reassures you of your consent and safety every single time he has sex with you for having sex with him can be overwhelming at times, due to his high stamina and the size difference between you two.

König finds it essential to make sure that everything that happened was consensual and that you enjoyed every second of it: even after the peak of physical surrender, he doesn't pull away. On the contrary — it's as if, after all this, the bond between you becomes even stronger. He makes sure you're okay, observing every detail: your breathing, the sparkle in your eyes, the relaxation of your muscles. Nothing escapes his attention.

He has a habit of drawing baths so that you can prolong the emotional connection you both developed for longer: he will take his time taking care of you while the candles perfume the room and he cleans your skin with slow, respectful movements but full of contained desire. This step usually leads to another round of sex, this time calmer but no less intense. 

“Do you want to wear one of my shirts, liebling?” He asked, resting his chin on your head as he hugged you from behind. 

“I would love to.” 

“You look so cute in it.” He offered you his favorite shirt for you to change into. You took it with a shy smile, smelling his scent impregnated in the fabric — a mix of woody soap and something uniquely his that was impossible to name. 

“You’ll end up keeping it inside your wardrobe forever, right?” He asked with a half smile, watching as you dressed it.

“Maybe…”

Simon "Ghost" Riley 

When you first started having occasional encounters, he was relatively cold and reserved after sex, never staying with you until dawn nor even attending to any of your needs diligently. Over time, after you became his partner, he allowed himself to be a little vulnerable and then began to provide you with aftercare. 

If he notices any sign of discomfort, whether physical or emotional, he responds with simple actions: he fetches fresh water and offers it directly into your hands, as a gesture of intimate care. He brings a warm, damp cloth, cleaning your skin patiently, preventing any feeling of vulnerability from turning into disconnection.

If the exhaustion is more emotional than physical, he adapts. He doesn't force conversation, he doesn't wait for words: he just stays there, laying next to you, allowing you to rest your head on his chest as his fingers, now more confident, massage your back with a steady rhythm, gently bringing you back to yourself.

The first morning you woke up with him still by your side was a surprise: his dark blond hair was messy, his voice was deliciously hoarse and his still naked body in intimate contact with your own body.

"Simon...?" You murmured sleepily, almost incredulous to see him still by your side. 

"That would be me." He'd say as he caressed your hair with affection before putting it behind your ear.

“I… thought I was dreaming for a second.”

“If it is a dream... then don't wake me up."

Your heart clenched slightly, a sense of belonging finally taking over you after months — you had finally gained his trust and unconditional love. So you closed your eyes, leaned your forehead against his, and let the silence say what words still couldn't.

[sheepispink]

cat hybrid reader who enjoys playing with Simon's mask bc it feels nice and accidentally makes the mask slip off one day during an important meeting. next time, Soap and Simon wrap her in a blanket to cut her nails just so it doesn't happen again (she's kicking and biting), and she's SULKING for days until they grow back

I had this written up like.. wednesday? And i just forgot to post it so my bad

Anyway this is more shifter than hybrid but here u gooooo

You had an… interesting hobby to say the least; it was one that no one else in the world had, and you were very confident in that fact. The hobby in question was something you eagerly sought out to do all day, following the man who was the only one who could provide it to you, but unfortunately he didn’t indulge in you very often so you had to snatch the advantage when it came.

It started off when Ghost decided to spend his evening on the team room’s couch, opting to indulge in a book for once. It was quiet, a storm brewing up outside as the winds began to howl and you.. may have been caught outside when it started up. Exhaustion was an understatement; you had little to no energy to even consider being a human and having to drag your entire weight back around base again.

So what better to do than take advantage of your abilities?

Your tail flicked from side to side, long and raised as you pattered into the room. You were one of the few who regularly lounged around here, and you loved every second of it. It was much better than navigating the crowded hallways, especially when you have to crane your whole head up to see someone properly. Though today, you didnt expect to walk smack into a leg, your furry face bumping straight into the muscle and forcing you to stumble in your tracks. A meow slips out, fluffy ears twitching as you shake your head and look around. Vision was always a little weird when you switched between cat and human, but your sense of smell always persevered when figuring out who someone was. You sniff the clothed leg curiously but you didn't expect what you’d find.

Since when did Ghost come in here?

You look up properly to see the skull painted balaclava move, the man now looking down at where you sit by his legs. “You need to be more aware of your surroundings, yknow.” He says, and you growl in response, though it’s nothing more than a show of annoyance since you cant give him a sharp glare in this state. You walk through his legs, soft paws silent against the hard flooring before you look over at him again. Now you understand why you hadnt anticipated for someone to be right there— that was supposed to be your napping spot, not his! Of course you thought everyone knew that fact— plus that pillow practically had your fur all over it too. You wouldn’t let this slide.

You steady yourself before jumping onto the couch beside him and pawing at the pillow behind his back, tapping his arm as you meow incessantly. “Hm? There’s many pillows, just get another.” He rolls his eyes when you carry on pawing at him, not giving up for a second. That is until you decide to take action, your claws reaching up to graze the fabric of his mask. It’s light and definitely not as far as your claws can go but instead of a reaction, he just turns back to his book again.

Naturally, as any sane person does, you resorted to climbing up onto his shoulder as you’d repeatedly kneaded your claws in and out of his mask, feeling the fabric give and pull. Over and over until the motion began to unintentionally ease you, claws digging in and out until a soft purr settles in your chest. The sound reverberates around the area, his shoulders feeling the soft vibrations as you lean against him. He continues to read, nor does he pay much attention to your antics, only pulling you off of him when you fall asleep with your kitty head hanging off his neck, letting you curl up comfortably in his lap instead.

Ever since you found that out, you’ve been roaming more and more in your cat form, searching for him in your down time to sink your claws into the thick fabric whilst purring to your heart's content. It’s a stress reliever to say the least, turns your brain to total mush too. It’s also why it was your first instinct straight after a tough mission, walking straight through the base doors and into a bathroom stall to shift. Ghost was pleasantly startled to say the very least when he looked down to see your big eyes and perked ears staring up at him. Surely it wouldnt hurt to indulge you a little, even if he was in the middle of an important briefing? ..Right?

Wrong.

You had been kneading away at his mask as usual, but the stress of the day had you more agitated than usual, getting lost in your head. Before you know it, your claws are latched deep into the back of his balaclava, grazing his skin as you unintentionally pull too hard to the point it starts to rise up, exposing his chin and lips before he catches himself.. and you, dangling from the scruff of your neck as you look up at him with widened eyes.

“It was an accident i swear!”

Both Soap and Ghost stand before you, the latter doing nothing to hide the glare written in his eyes whilst Soap tried to ease you. You were dressed hastily in a shirt and jeans, hair messy and a frown deep on your lips but a clear fear of Ghost’s glare. “We know, we know. We’re just saying it cant happen again.” Soap sighs, half tempted to run his hands over your fluffy ears from the beginning of an unintentional shift.

“It wont! I wont do it again!” You say, crossing your arms defensively over your chest.

“Like i’d believe that. Your nails are getting cut, kitty.” Ghost scoffs, reaching forward to grab you but you’re too quick, eyes widened with alert as you shift right them and there, already scurrying towards the door as you yelp. Soap is just as fast though, blocking the door handle that you cant even reach. So you shift again, trying to push past him while Ghost grabs you by back of your shoulders, Soap on your front. “Hey! Let go!”

You yowl loudly as you shift into a cat for the last time, both of the men coddling you in a large blanket before pulling each paw out to trim each individual claw. To say you were not happy about that was a severe understatement, you were fuming, biting their fingers at any chance possible. When they finally let you go, you ran, dashing out the door and down the corridors.

The next two days were the weekend, and it’s safe to say you were still very much annoyed. For starters, you refused to shift back at all, avoiding communication whatsoever. Secondly? You’d hiss at every turn, not giving them a second to try and make up for it with pets or the like, occasionally curling up on Price’s lap just to stare daggers directly at the pair of them. Just to prove you were mad, if they let their guard down too long, you’d climb up on the couch behind them and smack your tail right against their head before scurrying off again; definitely a menace to say the least.

But even they couldn't deny the sight was quite pitiful. At first, you could barely knead anything due to your blunt claws, giving up on the pillow almost immediately. Then when they started to grow back, the pillow was too thin, causing fluff to spill out and when you curled up on Price’s lap, he had told you off immediately for scratching his legs in your attempt to knead again.

Now you roamed the halls miserably, nothing to relieve you of your pent up stress from missions, kicked off the last person’s lap you could sit on—Gaz never sat still for long when Soap was around—and you couldn’t find the energy to shift back into a human. “Oh? Look who it is.” Ghost notices the miserable look, even if felines rarely show their moods so visibly, but then again your ears were practically flat against your furry head. You just look at him for a second before eventually beginning to walk past him once more.

He’s not having it though, scooping you up until he has you cradled in his arms. “Come on, lets get you some proper rest now.” He carries you over to the couch, dims the lights and rubs his fingers over your head and chin until you ease, your body flat out over his legs. He even lets you dig your claws into his jeans, figuring you’re trying to pay him back for his ‘mean’ behaviour. In the end, you cant stay truthful to your anger much longer, your tail curled up around your body as your head sinks down against his thigh and his abdomen, body warmth enough to have you sound for the whole night.

[marvelstan0905]

"I really need someone"

Kenji Sato X [afab]reader (One Shot)

Best Friend AU

TW : Emi cameo/ screaming/ fainting/ swearing/ panicking/ fluffy/ slight angst/ petnames/ slight flirting/crude teasing/ mixed POV

©all rights reserved. the modification, translation, and plagiarism of my work is strictly prohibited.

The man had not been answering my calls and texts. I get it. He's busy..baseball and his own personal problems got him occupied but he was my best friend and he always..as in ALWAYS texted or notified me if he couldn't answer his phone. It had been days. Not even Mina was responding. I couldn't even get a chance to see him at his games because he left as quickly as he came. I decided to take things into my own hands.

I unlocked the door to Kenji's house and got inside. I thanked God he gave me the key and code to his house. I peeped inside his room and bathroom "Kenji?" I called out worried. I went to the kitchen and saw parenting books, spilled coffee and energy drink cans sprawled out on the table. I was confused however by the books.."What the?" I whispered with furrowed brows. My train of thought was stopped as I felt a rumble from downstairs.

I stopped moving and turned to the elevator that led to the basement. This was probably the only place Kenji didn't allow me to go in his house when I came over..but I mean..I am concerned for him. What if he's dead? Or hurt downstairs..I shook my head erasing any bad or irrational thoughts.

"Kenji..please forgive me" I whispered before getting into the elevator. As I pressed the button to the basement..I noticed that not even Mina had greeted at me at the door. Surely her systems couldn't be down. The elevator descended and I stepped out. I looked up and I was met with the most shocking sight..Ultraman holding a pink colored kaiju. Mina was off to the side playing some kid's cartoon. My mouth dropped and my eyes widened. That's when Ultraman noticed me and looked down at me.

"Oh my god! Y/N! W-What are you doing here? Mina!" Ultraman stammered quickly and put the kaiju baby into a containment unit. The kaiju didn't seem to fall asleep as she clawed at the walls of the unit. Ultraman's hand reached over and I screamed in ultimate terror. I stumbled to the elevator but didn't even manage a step as black spots clouded my vision and I passed out. Kenji was quick to transform back into his human self and caught his best friend.

"Kenji, it appears Y/N has entered the house" Mina reported. Kenji looked at Mina exasperated.

"No shit! Oh my god! Shit. How the hell am I gonna explain this?" Kenji murmured whiles gently patting his best friend's cheeks to wake her up.

"You could be honest because she's already seen Emi and Ultraman...in your basement" Mina responded whiles hovering over to Emi's containment unit and showing her games of Kenji's to keep her occupied. Kenji picked up his best friend and laid her on the couch. Kicking the drawer underneath his couch, Kenji grabbed a cool can of coconut water and pressed it against the cheek of his best friend. About 10 minutes passed before I fluttered my eyes open and groaned.

"Is this heaven?" I murmured as Kenji glanced down at me and sighed in relief. I blinked trying to adjust to the light.

"No, sweetcheeks..this hell." Kenji chuckled softly. I sighed and sat up rubbing my temples.

"Of course if you're here" I quipped. Kenji clicked his tongue and handed me a bottle of water. I looked around and my eyes widened when I saw a kaiju in a containment unit. I dropped the bottle"K-Kaiju.." I whispered fearfully as the memories from before I passed hit me like a freight train. Heavy and loaded.

"Calm down. Wait..let me explain okay? Just give me a few minutes" Kenji said softly whiles standing in front of me with his hands on my shoulders. His blue mauve eyes held desperation. I looked from him to the containment unit. I nodded. I took a good look at him, he had deep eye bags and he looked disheveled as if he hadn't slept in days. Kenji took a deep breath to calm his nerves before taking ahold of my hands.

"I am Ultraman. That Kaiju you saw over there is Emi. She's an infant kaiju. I found her when the KDF killed her mom, okay? I have to take care of her. I'm the only hope she has. This is why I haven't been answering my phone. I've been juggling alot. More than I can handle. I thought I could do it.."Kenji trailed off, rambling a little and a few tears fell down his cheeks. My eyes widened, I've never seen Kenji cry...let alone be deeply vulnerable like this. I put aside my shock as I gently squeezed his hands and wiped his cheeks softly. "I-I know it's alot to take in..I totally get it if you don't wanna be friends anymore...because you know this is alot"

I took a deep breath to properly take a second to process this. I gave Kenji a hug, considering he really needed one. "I'm not gonna leave. You might be an asshole but you're my asshole" I spoke softly. Kenji pinched me but hugged me tighter. "We..uh..still have alot to talk about but I'll help you out, dummy. You should've called me. You know..You're not an island"

"You know you're really mean when you're trying to console me but I appreciate it. T-Thank you..I promise I'll answer everything." Kenji murmured whiles hiding his head into my chest.

"You better, you owe a half dozen lunch dates. You're real shameless you know..those are my boobs" I whispered whiles hugging him and gently petting his head. Kenji pinched me again. I looked at the kaiju baby in the containment unit. Taking a good look at her..she seemed friendly and she was actually adorable.

"J-Just let me enjoy some peace" Kenji groaned "Thanks, sweetcheeks. It means alot though. I..I really need someone right now"

"I'll be your someone"

[marauder-misprint]

Chaperone

Series Masterlist

Sirius Black x Fem!Slytherin!reader

2.5k words

cw: smoking, drinking, fluff

You’re laying on the couch with your feet in Regulus’ lap while he reads. You are resting your eyes, but you swear you aren’t falling asleep. There isn’t much going on in the Slytherin Common Room. At least there isn’t until Dorcas is leaning over the back of the couch right above your face. She reaches down and pokes your cheek.

“Go away,” you grumble, turning onto your side. 

“You’ve been selected to come to Gryffindor with me!” Dorcas sings excitedly.

“I just went! Take Dory. Take Evan. Take Barty. Avery, Wilkes, Mulicber won’t go… Snape! He won’t need much convincing when you tell him Lily will be there!” 

“Ugh. Black, you want to go?” Dorcas asks Regulus, who doesn’t look up from his book. She’s still leaning over the couch.

“Quality time with brother dearest? I’ll pass, Meadowes,” he says, not looking up from his book. His book is resting more firmly on your feet so you know he’s at least listening to your conversation with some interest. 

“Which brings me back to you, lovely. Plus, you’ve been requested.”

You roll back onto your back and stare up at her.

“I’ve been requested? Who?”

“The Gryffindors? I don’t know. Marls didn’t specify.”

You glare up at her.

“Come up! Up you get! You’re changing and going!”

She grabs your hands and pulls you into sitting up. You groan. 

“Fine… But you owe me.”

Less than fifteen minutes later, you have changed into jeans and a simple black t-shirt and are following Dorcas out of the Slytherin Common Room. 

“Why do you still need an escort anyways? I think all of the Gryffindors know you are seeing Marlene,” you ask after a mostly silent walk.

“Less awkward than walking in alone,” she says. “God forbid I try to get our friend groups to mingle.”

You shake your head as Dorcas gives the password to the portrait of the Fat Lady. As she swings open, you are met with music and the smell of alcohol and smoke. You make a face and shoot a glance at Dorcas.

“I think they started without you,” you say.

“Come on,” she replies, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the room.

After a quick stop at the drink table, you head to the group’s usual location, the couches and armchairs by the fire. Marlene jumps up as soon as she sees Dorcas and they melt into each other. You take a seat in an armchair, looking around the room. Thanks to Dorcas dragging you up here a few times, you’re beginning to recognize more of the students not in your year. 

“You’re here!” Lily says, spotting you and coming over to lean on your chair. 

From the smell of her, she’s had a few drinks already. The party must have started before Dorcas ripped you from your rest on the couch. 

“I am,” you say with a smile. “Heard my presence was requested.”

You take a slow sip of your drink. Lily could be quite the talker, especially when she had a few drinks in her to ruin her filter. She slaps a hand onto your thigh.

“Yes! Oh my goodness! You’re the best!” she exclaims. “Pandora’s a bit… loofy? And the boys she’s brought up?” She takes a sip of her own drink and makes a face. “Bad energy. Combined with our boys? Boom. Mess.”

You give her an amused smile and scan where she came from. The Marauders are all talking to each other, but you swear you see James nudge Sirius and look in your direction. 

“I can’t imagine Regulus…”

Lily cuts you off. “Sirius’ brother? He’s never come.”

Dorcas leans over to you, Marlene’s arms still very much wrapped around her. “I ask and he always denies.”

You shoot her a look for eavesdropping. Lily’s hand is still on your thigh with a firm grip. 

“Marlene,” you say, getting the blonde’s attention, “where’s your cat?”

“Dorm. Too loud!”

You suppress a groan and lean back into your chair. The cat had been part of why you came. If you were going to be in another house’s common room, you wanted, needed something furry to pet you. You clutch your cup with both hands and stare into the drink. Lily mutters something about getting another drink and leaves you to your thoughts. You are certain that Marlene and Dorcas were going to be snogging soon enough, Lily was already well on her way to being drunk and Mary was nowhere to be seen. Everyone you usually spoke with was essentially unavailable. You look over at the boys again. Do you bother seeing if their conversation is tolerable?

You sip on your drink, nursing it for a while. You’re not sure where Lily disappeared to and the lovely couple next to you was snogging, as you had predicted. You find yourself staring at the fire, enjoying how the flames appear to dance to the music playing. It’s enough to make you smile. As you finish your drink, you cast a quick glance toward the boys. Lily had joined them, her arm wrapped around James’ neck and practically falling into his shoulder to keep her balance. You really hope one of the boys has the decency to cut her off, or at least make sure she makes it up to bed at the end of the night. 

With a sigh, you set your empty cup on the ground and move to leave the Gryffindor Common Room. Dorcas was still preoccupied with Marlene so you knew she wouldn’t be missing you. It wasn’t like you were deep in conversation with anyone. You were sitting alone by the fire, a lone Slytherin with no real reason to be there. You felt out of place. So you made the logical decision to leave. Pandora or Regulus would still be up and you could keep one of them company. After you close the portrait behind you and you start to walk away, you hear it open and close again.

“Leaving so soon?” Sirius asks. 

You shake your head in disbelief, turning around to see him approaching you. You wonder if he had been watching you from the table where he had been sitting. You didn’t want to overthink it or assume anything, but you could’ve sworn you caught him staring at you a few times during class. 

“There are better places for me to be right now.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know,” you say with a shrug. “Was gonna go back to my dorm. Doubt Dorcas is missing me.”

“Marls is keeping her company.” Standing next to you now, Sirius throws an arm around your shoulder, causing you to raise your eyebrows at him. “How would you feel about being my chaperone while I get some fresh air, huh? Then you can sod off to wherever after I’m dropped off safe ‘n’ sound right here.”

“What do I get out of it?”

“You won’t have to say you had one measly drink and ditched the party. Sounds pathetic if you ask me.”

“Hmm, too bad no one’s asking, you dog.”

He smiles widely, looking down at you. He was hopeful that you would agree since you hadn’t shrugged his arm off.

“Good thing you’re a dog person then!” he says mirthfully. He steers you in the opposite direction of the Slytherin Dungeon. “Astronomy Tower has the best fresh air.”

“Guess I don’t have a choice in going,” you mutter as you allow yourself to be directed. 

“You’re the one not putting up a fight.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Something tells me you’re into that and I’d be chaperoning you anyways.”

“Something tells me,” he mimics you, “that you wouldn’t let a drunk person…” He stumbles briefly and uses you to stabilize himself. You catch him with a hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest. “Drunk person go to the Astronomy Tower alone,” he finishes. 

You both stop walking and look down at your hand on his chest. A faint blush dusts your cheeks as you remove both of your hands, clasping them in front of yourself. Apparently being a good person gets you stuck being people’s babysitter, you think. 

Once you reach the last staircase before the top of the Astronomy Tower, Sirius lets go of your shoulder and sprints up the stairs. You roll your eyes as you follow him up at your own pace. You started your evening in the dungeons and now you are going to the highest point of the castle. You were not going to be running. By the time you reach the top, Sirius is already leaning on the railing with a lit cigarette.

“I thought you wanted some fresh air?” you ask, hanging back.

“Air’s the freshest up here,” he says before taking a drag.

“So you decide to pollute it. Got it.”

You cross your arms and lean against the door frame. You didn’t need to be right up next to him to supervise him. You could see how his free hand was gripping his forearm as he leaned over the rail, letting the light breeze blow through his curls. It was moments like this where you saw what just about every girl in Hogwarts saw, the undeniable fact that Sirius was an attractive guy. After almost a minute, Sirius turns around to see where you are. 

“What you doing back there? Can’t chaperone very well from there.”

“Can too.”

“But what if,” he says, sliding his legs through the gap between rungs in the railing, “I were to slip?”

Your eyes go wide as his pelvis and torso follow his legs through the gap. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” you nearly yell as you sprint toward him, knowing full well that you’d be too late to do anything.

When you reach the railing, he’s laughing as he’s barely hanging onto the bottom rung with both hands. You see he’s also balanced on a ledge that seems to be just his height below the platform.

“You’re a bastard, Black. You know that?” you ask, glaring down at him as your heart pounds in your chest. 

“I thought I was a dog,” he replies. “Now help me up, love.”

You hold out your hand and help him climb back up to safety.

“Where’d your cigarette go?” 

He laughs again. “You think I can pull that off and hold onto a lit cig? You must think quite highly of me.”

You give him a nasty look, which he just smiles at. He takes out the pack from his pocket and pulls out a fresh one, wasting no time in lighting it. He takes a drag and offers it to you.

“I know you don’t smoke,” he says with cheek.

“Thank you,” you say as you take the cigarette, ignoring his comment.

Now that you were sharing a cigarette with him, you stay at the railing with him. You have to admit to yourself that looking out at the night sky with the light breeze feels nice. Refreshing. Like the cold air had felt from that open window Sirius was smoking at when his friends sent you his way. 

Giving you a sideways glance, Sirius asks, “Did you know we have Charms, Potions and Dark Arts together?”

You scrunch your face, not looking at him. “Um, yeah?”

“Really? You knew that?”

“Did you just discover this?” you laugh, making him smile.

“Maybe…” he says almost shyly. “Can’t say I pay attention to everyone in my classes.”

“Hmm, I’m sure you’re paying attention to more important things.”

He hums in agreement. As he leans over the rail, you notice that he’s tapping his knee against one of the lower rungs. Your gut tells you it’s a nervous habit, but you’re not sure what he could be nervous about right now. Maybe he’s concerned a professor will find you up there? That doesn’t seem like it would be enough to set him off. Your punishment would be detention and Sirius wasn’t a stranger to detention.

“So why were you leaving the party?” he asks. 

“I was keeping the fireplace company. Parties can be pretty lonely when all your friends are distracted.”

“I could be your distraction,” he says with a smirk.

“Yeah, right,” you say sarcastically, taking the cigarette. After taking a drag, you add, “Even Marlene’s cat wasn’t around. Made sense for me to leave.”

“Thought you were a dog person?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I can’t like cats. When Hogwarts doesn’t allow dogs except for you, I have to settle for second best.”

“But why settle when the best is right here?”

You turn your head to fully look at him. Was he being serious? Was he flirting with you? You want to laugh at yourself. Of course he was flirting, this is Sirius Black of all people. You take another drag of the cigarette that you still had. After a moment of silence, you hand it back to him.

“I think you’ve had enough fresh air, Black. Let’s get you back.”

You hold out your hand for him to take, but he doesn’t. Instead he throws his arm around your shoulder again. You can tell whatever tipsiness he had coming up here had faded; he’s much more sure in his footsteps. Even his grip on your shoulder feels more sure. As you walk, he pulls out his pack of gum and offers you a piece. You take a piece and pop it into your mouth. The two of you don’t say anything until you reach the portrait. You stop walking a few steps away, causing Sirius’ arm to fall back to his side and him to turn around to look at you with a confused look.

“Aren’t you coming in?”

You raise one of your eyebrows and tilt your head. “Thought you said I could sod off to wherever when I got you back.”

“I mean, yeah, I did,” he says, giving you a half smile and scratching the back of his neck. “Just thought, you know, we were talking and you wouldn’t be keeping the fireplace company. You can hang out with me.”

“Like I said before, Black, your brother is more my speed.”

“Ah, come on, love. Don’t be like that. We can get the room playing a game or something. Spin the bottle, truth or dare, seven min-” he rambles until you put a hand on his shoulder, instantly silencing him. 

“Good night, Sirius. Make sure Lily gets to bed okay. She was looking a bit gone earlier.”

Then you turn and head for the dungeons. Your bed was sounding real good right about now. As you walked away, Sirius stared after you. He thought you were leaving because you had no one to talk to you and he had offered a fix to that, so why were you walking away?

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Regulus is still on the couch where you left him. You pass behind him on your way to your dorm.

“You smell like him again.”

“If he makes a move on me, you’ll be the first one I tell.”

tags: @2dloveshp, @yearninglustfully, @made-for-oliverwood, @ilovejamespottersomuch, @hisparentsgallerryy

Hope y'all enjoyed it <3 Do I make this into a series? A little slowburn, if you will?

[purinfelix]

the day that i met you, i started dreaming ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

summary: in which a stranger on the bus falls asleep on your shoulder, but you don't seem to mind ──────── non idol! jake x reader || sfw, no warnings just an awkward meetcute || w/c: 1.2k

[ a/n: something cute and short while i try to come up with second parts for my recent sunghoon and niki fic ksdjfksjdf ]

You couldn't remember the last time you had stayed so completely still.

Sure, there was the fact that you were mostly exhausted from a long shift at work and could barely find the energy to move a muscle. There was also the long bus ride ahead, one you weren't entirely looking forward to. But if anything - it was most likely due to the weight of a certain stranger's head resting against your shoulder, and the soft but somehow endearing snores he was letting out as he slept.

Now, you weren't going to lie, you had noticed him the minute he got on the bus, a couple stops after you did. His large brown eyes scanned for an empty seat, the way his lips parted just slightly as he did. There was something about him, something adorable charming that you just couldn't shake - and it was this very thing that made your heart flutter when he finally chose the empty spot next to you, shooting you a quick half-smile as if to excuse himself for bothering you.

You had returned it politely, but almost immediately shifted in your seat to face the window, telling yourself not to be silly and get worked up over such a minor interaction. But it was difficult to maintain this same composure when only a couple seconds later you were surprised by a gentle weight on your shoulder.

Your first instinct had been to freak out, to shake him awake to avoid the inevitable awkwardness that awaited the two of you once he woke up. But the longer you sat there, noticing just how peaceful he looked, the less you felt like disturbing him.

So instead you willed yourself to stay still, to fight against the nervous tremble you felt building within you the longer you let the situation process. It didn't help that as the bus continued its journey, every bump it drove over would push his weight further onto you. But strangely, after getting over the initial shock you found the awkward feeling of his head on your shoulder become something different, something closer to comfort, something you could let yourself enjoy.

Against your better judgment, you found yourself stealing casual glances at him every so often, curiosity getting the better of you. He was even better looking up close, long lashes resting against his skin, dark strands of hair falling over his features. You could feel how steady his breaths were, and you were caught between feeling envy for how good a sleep he must be getting and awe at how attractive he looked, even while sleeping.

Somehow, he must've felt the weight of your gaze, and soon enough his eyes fluttered open - causing you to whip your neck around and clear your throat awkwardly, not wanting to seem like a total creep for watching him sleep. He blinked slowly, brows knitting together as he struggled against his tiredness, not moving his head from your shoulder for a second. Once he finally did though he turned to you slowly, brain still processing the situation before his deep brown eyes widened and he jerked up straight.

"Oh-" His voice was still hoarse from sleeping, which only deepened his embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Shit, sorry, I didn't mean to-" he began to stutter, eyes searching your face for your reaction.

You couldn't help but smile as you watched him. "It's okay," you said, trying your best to sound reassuring. "You looked like you needed it."

He let out a breathy chuckle, still looking embarrassed but visibly relieved that you weren't annoyed. "Yeah, long day," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "Did I, uh- snore or anything?"

"A little, but it was kind of cute."

He groaned, dragging a hand over his face. "Great, perfect," he sighed sarcastically.

There was a slight pause before he spoke again as if he was preparing himself to confront the awkwardness of the situation with politeness. "Thanks for not shoving me off or anything."

You shrugged, trying your best to act calm even though his words brought immense relief that you had made the right decision. "Seemed like too much effort," you said.

He nodded, hesitating again before speaking. "So, uh, I feel like I should repay you somehow, I don't know, buy you a coffee or something?" His eyes scan your face again, only this time it's clear he's not looking for a reaction or anything but more looking at you, at your features the same way you were with him before.

You raise an eyebrow, amused. "Are you asking because you want to, or because you feel obligated?"

He blinks, caught off guard by your question before letting out a slightly awkward chuckle. "Uh, both?"

"Honest, I'll give you that."

The bus slowed and you suddenly realised you were almost at your stop. "Tell you what," you said with a tone that sounded a little too eager, "if you see me on this bus again, you can ask me then."

His mouth opened slightly like he wanted to argue, but he just exhaled with a small laugh, shaking his head in a way that showed this whole situation was far more strange than he had expected it. "Alright, fair deal."

You could feel his eyes on you as he stood up to let you off, and when you turned to say your goodbye you saw him chewing on his bottom lip, thinking. "Or," he pipes up again, and it sounds like his words are moving faster than his brain with the sudden tone he says them with, "or you could just, you know, give me your number now? I mean, you don't have to, just figured I'd-"

You paused, biting back a grin as you looked back at him over your shoulder. His face is practically on fire, fingers tapping nervously against his knee. There's something about the way he looks at you - half-hopeful that you'll agree, half-ready to sink into the seat and disappear if you don't - that makes you hold out your hand.

"Alright, hand over your phone," you sigh in faux exhaustion, though there's a smile toying at your lips as you do. He fumbles to unlock his phone, practically shoving it into your hands and after quickly entering your number you hand it back.

"See you around-," you say, pausing for him to tell you his name as the bus halts to a stop and the doors hiss open.

"Oh, Jake!" he eagerly blurts out, looking up at you from his screen with a lopsided smile. One you can't help but copy as you step off of the bus, the cool night air hitting you as you did.

He watches as you do, sinking back into his seat. As he does he can't help but consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he's still sleeping, because this all feels too much like a dream to be true.

He watches as you do, sinking back into his seat, letting out a laugh almost in disbelief. As he does he can't help but consider the possibility that maybe he's hasn't actually woken up yet - because he swears, he might still be dreaming.

[gottencents]

Falling Behind - Ningning

pairing. nonidol!ningning x reader

synopsis. Ningning, a girl with somniphobia, unexpectedly experiences the best sleep of her life after spending the night next to her best friend, Y/n, at a party, leading her to desperately seek out a way to have Y/n beside her every night, even if it means striking a contract.

The night was in full swing. A deep, golden hue bathed the house as the music blared in the background. Laughter and conversation bounced around the room, creating a soft buzz in the air. Winter’s party was in full force, the kind of event that felt alive with energy. Friends, acquaintances, and some random faces filled the house, dancing, talking, and sharing drinks.

Ningning, on the other hand, was tucked away in a corner, nursing a drink in hand but not quite joining in. She was perfectly content watching from the sidelines. Parties weren’t really her scene, not because she didn’t enjoy spending time with her friends, but because there was always a strange, lingering feeling within her—an unspoken fear.

She shifted uneasily in her seat, her fingers tapping against the cool surface of her cup. Ningning wasn’t particularly shy, but she had a hidden anxiety, something that no one knew about, not even her closest friends. She had somnipohia, a fear of sleeping alone. It wasn’t just a mild unease—it was a deep, unsettling feeling that would stir within her every time she faced the prospect of being in an empty room at night. The thought of being in her bed, alone in the dark, often left her heart pounding.

Tonight, as she watched her friends mingle, dance, and enjoy themselves, Ningning tried to push away that gnawing fear. Just make it through the night, she told herself. She had always done it—spent years convincing herself that it was manageable. She could sleep alone, even if it meant staying up far longer than she should, trying to exhaust herself into falling asleep.

Her gaze flickered over to Winter, her best friend, who was chatting animatedly with a group of people. Winter caught Ningning's eye and smiled at her, a knowing grin. Winter was always the outgoing one, the one who knew how to fit in anywhere. She probably didn’t even realize how much time Ningning spent feeling different—always holding back, always fighting the loneliness of her thoughts when it came to nighttime.

“Hey, Ning!” Winter called, weaving through the crowd to stand beside her. “Are you going to sleep soon? I’m about to crash.”

Ningning forced a smile, trying to appear more relaxed than she felt. “I’ll stick around a bit longer.”

Winter grinned. “I know you’re not big on parties, but you’ve been so quiet tonight. Don’t overdo it, okay? You know I’m here if you need anything.”

Ningning nodded, grateful for her friend’s concern. But the weight of her own anxiety was still there, heavy and constant, no matter how much she smiled or tried to mask it.

A few hours later, the party had dwindled down. Some guests had left, and the music was now just a distant hum from the speakers. The house was quieter, and Ningning, still feeling the tension in her chest, started to make her way to the couch. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to go to her own room; the thought of lying alone in that empty space was unbearable.

As she walked into the living room, she spotted Winter’s younger sister, Y/n, curled up on the couch, her head resting on a pillow, her body tucked under a blanket. Y/n had always been the more easygoing of the two siblings, the one who could sleep anywhere, anytime, without a care in the world. Ningning envied that ability. She, on the other hand, would never get such comfort.

Y/n stirred a little as Ningning entered the room, her eyes blinking open. “Hey,” she said, her voice soft and sleep-laden. “You still awake?”

Ningning hesitated for a moment before sitting down cautiously beside her. “Yeah... just trying to relax.”

Y/n smiled sleepily and shifted slightly on the couch. “Well, it’s quiet now. Probably a good time to get some sleep, huh?”

Ningning paused, her heart pounding a little faster. She had always been fine with being alone in a space filled with people, but once the room quieted down and everyone had gone to bed, the sense of emptiness became overwhelming. Being in the living room alone felt like an ocean she couldn’t cross.

Before she could respond, Y/n yawned widely, her eyes still half-closed. “I think I’ll just rest here for a bit, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, sure,” Ningning said, her voice softer than usual, more uncertain. She’d never imagined someone would sleep on the couch with her. She wasn’t sure why, but the idea felt oddly comforting. The thought of having someone else close by, even if it was just Y/n, was surprisingly reassuring.

“Goodnight, Ning,” Y/n mumbled before drifting back to sleep.

Ningning sat still for a while, just watching her. She felt a strange, warm sense of peace. The sensation of someone else’s presence, the rhythmic rise and fall of Y/n’s breathing, was enough to ease the tension in her chest. As she lay there next to Y/n, for the first time in as long as she could remember, Ningning felt her mind start to slow. The heavy, constant anxiety she lived with seemed to fade away for the moment.

In that peaceful silence, she found sleep—deep and untroubled.

When Ningning woke, it wasn’t to the usual sense of dread or exhaustion. The sunlight was just beginning to filter through the windows, casting soft, golden rays over the room. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, only to find Y/n still lying next to her, curled up under the same blanket. It took her a few moments to process what had happened the night before.

I actually slept... she thought, a sense of disbelief washing over her.

She had slept through the entire night without the usual restless tossing and turning. Without the dread of being alone. Without the fear of darkness.

The sensation was so new, so alien, that it almost felt like a dream.

Y/n began to stir beside her, a soft yawn escaping her lips. “Morning, Ning,” she said with a sleepy smile. “You actually look... well-rested.”

Ningning blinked a few times, unsure of how to respond. “I... I actually feel rested.”

Y/n tilted her head, her expression softening as she observed Ningning more closely. “You look different. I’m glad you slept well.”

Ningning smiled faintly, but then the words spilled out before she could stop them. “Can you... can you stay with me again tonight? I don’t know why, but I feel... better when you're here.”

Y/n blinked, a little surprised, but then nodded without hesitation. “Of course, Ning. I’m happy to help you.”

But Ningning didn’t stop there. She hesitated, her voice quieter now, more serious. “Actually... I’ve been thinking about it. What if we make this... official? Like, a contract or something. For a whole month. You stay with me, and I’ll do something for you in return—anything you want.”

Y/n’s eyes widened slightly, and then she laughed softly, a warm, genuine laugh. “A contract? You want me to stay with you for a whole month?”

Ningning nodded, her cheeks slightly flushed. “I know it sounds strange, but I really need this. I need to sleep, to feel like I’m not... alone.”

Y/n sat up fully now, her gaze softening. “Okay, let’s do it. If it helps, I’ll stay with you. For however long you need. You’re not alone, Ning.”

Ningning’s heart swelled with a mix of relief and gratitude. She had never imagined asking anyone for this kind of comfort, but somehow, Y/n made it feel easy.

And for the first time in her life, Ningning allowed herself to believe that she didn’t have to face her fears alone.

After Ningning nervously proposed the idea of sleeping next to Y/n for a month in exchange for "peaceful sleep," Y/n was initially taken aback. The idea seemed strange, yet there was something endearing about Ningning’s shy request. Y/n, sensing the vulnerability in her friend's voice, decided to play along, albeit with a hint of curiosity.

"Are you sure about this, Ningning?" Y/n asked gently, studying the girl’s face. "You know, it's not like I mind, but... are you really asking me to stay over every night?"

Ningning, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, nodded quickly. "I know it sounds weird... but it's just, well, I’ve never had a full night’s sleep before. Not really, not without feeling scared or anxious. But last night... I slept like I’ve never slept before. It was... comfortable, and I think it’s because you were there."

Y/n’s heart softened at the confession. She hadn’t realized just how much Ningning was struggling with her fear of sleeping alone. She had always known her friend as bright and bubbly, the one who brought energy to every room, but now it was clear how much Ningning had been quietly battling in the background.

"I can do that, if it helps," Y/n said after a pause, her voice warm with understanding. "But you know, it’s not just about sleeping. I care about you, Ningning. I’m not doing this just for the sleep."

The sincerity in Y/n’s words made Ningning’s heart flutter. It wasn’t just the comfort of sleeping next to someone that mattered—it was the idea that Y/n truly cared for her, that she was willing to be there for her in this way.

“Really?” Ningning asked softly, eyes wide.

Y/n chuckled lightly, her usual confident demeanor softening around the edges. "Of course. But let's get this straight—this isn't some... deal you’re trying to make, okay? I’m doing this because I care about you and want you to feel safe."

Ningning’s eyes softened as she processed Y/n’s words. She nodded, trying to hide her nervousness, but Y/n could see the faint spark of hope in her expression.

That night, as Y/n lay next to Ningning in bed once again, the silence between them felt different. It wasn’t awkward, but there was a new sense of closeness that neither of them had anticipated. Ningning, for the first time in years, fell asleep without the usual undercurrent of fear. She felt safe, wrapped in a blanket of security that came from the warmth of Y/n’s presence.

As the nights passed, this new routine became their unspoken bond. Every night, Y/n would arrive at Ningning’s apartment after a long day, sometimes tired herself but always showing up, ready to offer the comfort Ningning so desperately needed. Slowly, Ningning began to realize that it wasn’t just the act of sleeping next to Y/n that brought her peace—it was the companionship, the constant reassurance that someone was there for her, no matter what.

But soon, it became clear to Ningning that her feelings for Y/n were shifting. What had started as a simple need for comfort was blossoming into something much deeper. She found herself looking forward to more than just sleepovers with Y/n. Her heart fluttered when Y/n would brush a strand of hair from her face or when their hands would accidentally brush as they shared the bed. There was a tenderness in Y/n’s touch that Ningning hadn’t expected, and it made her wonder if there could be more between them.

One night, after several weeks of sleeping side-by-side, Ningning decided to be honest with herself. As she stared at Y/n, who was already half asleep beside her, Ningning took a deep breath.

“Y/n?” she whispered softly.

Y/n stirred, her eyes blinking open in the dim light. “Yeah?”

Ningning hesitated, heart pounding in her chest. “I… I don’t just need you to sleep next to me, Y/n. I think I need you... in other ways too.”

Y/n, sensing the seriousness in Ningning’s voice, turned her body to face her, concern in her eyes. “What do you mean?”

Ningning bit her lip, gathering her courage. “I think I’m falling for you, Y/n. I don’t know when it happened or how, but I feel it. You’ve been there for me more than anyone ever has, and it’s not just about the sleep. It’s about everything... about you.”

Y/n was silent for a moment, her expression unreadable. Ningning’s heart sank, thinking she might have misread the signs.

But then, Y/n reached out, cupping Ningning’s cheek gently with one hand. “Ningning,” she said softly, “I care about you too. More than I ever thought I would.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, and Ningning couldn’t help the wave of relief that washed over her. Y/n had been kind, patient, and understanding with her, but she never imagined it could go beyond that.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything," Y/n continued, her voice quieter now. "But I’ve been feeling something too. Something I didn’t want to acknowledge because I didn’t want to complicate things between us. But I think... I think I’ve started to care about you in a way I didn’t expect.”

The realization hit Ningning like a wave, and her chest felt lighter than it had in years. She could feel the warmth in Y/n’s touch, the sincerity in her eyes. It wasn’t just a comforting presence anymore—it was something more.

In that moment, everything shifted. Ningning wasn’t just seeking comfort in Y/n’s presence anymore. She was learning that sometimes, the things we need most can also lead us to the things we never expected to find.

And as the days went on, the contract they had jokingly agreed to, now felt less like an arrangement and more like the beginning of something real. Something that both of them had been waiting for, in their own quiet way.

Each night, as they drifted off to sleep, side by side, Ningning realized that the peace she had longed for wasn’t just in the absence of fear—it was in the feeling of being truly seen and cared for by someone who understood her more than anyone else ever had.

And for the first time in years, Ningning knew that she didn’t need to be afraid of being alone anymore. Not when Y/n was there, not just as a friend, but as something much more.

[alotofpockets]

Nightmares again? | Aitana Bonmati x Reader

5k celebration prompt: "Nightmares again?"

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.3k

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Nightmares were one of your biggest enemies. They came and went whenever they pleased, not once had you been able to pinpoint what caused them. There was only one thing you knew for certain with them, and that was that Aitana would always be able to help you fall asleep again, no matter how bad they were.

It was just your luck, of course, that they decided to haunt your nights again while your girlfriend was away on national camp. It wasn’t until Aitana had been away for a week until you had your first bad nightmare. You had woken up scared in the middle of the night, and had reached out for Aitana on instinct. 

However, the bed beside you had been empty. The realisation dawns on you instantly. Aitana wasn’t there to help you fall back asleep. You laid in bed for hours, twisting and turning, until eventually you fell back asleep.

The next few days the same thing happened almost as if your night was on loop. It took every bit of energy you had left to go into work and help customers. You owned a cafe with your older sister, it had been your dream growing up and now it was a booming business in the middle of Barcelona. 

You tried to hide your tiredness behind more cups of coffee while at work, but you could feel your sister’s eyes on you, so you knew that she was aware that something was up. You didn’t want to bother her with it of course. Besides not wanting to bother your sister with your troubles, you also didn’t let Aitana know. Her schedule was jam-packed and you didn’t want to worry her.

Despite your lack of sleep and therefore energy, you couldn’t stay away from the stadium, usually you would drive but you thought it was best to take a taxi this time around. You found yourself in a bustling stadium, surrounded by excited fans, just sitting there and staring out in front of you.

To be completely honest, after the warm ups where Aitana spotted you and waved your way happily, the rest of the game had been a blur. You clapped when the people around you cheered, but not even the score was registering. 

After the match, you made your way to the family section. Along the way you got a coffee to help get your energy levels up. It would still be a couple of days until Aitana would get back home, and you wanted her to be able to finish camp without having to worry about you.

When Aitana found you in the room amongst the rest of the family and friends, she rushed your way and into your arms. Her hug was exactly the comfort that you needed, you sank into it, hoping to soak it up as much as possible.

Aitana studied your face, but if she noticed anything, she didn’t mention it. She took you to the side and sat down on one of the benches. “I’ve missed you, Tana.” She takes your hand in hers and gives it a loving squeeze, “I’ve missed you too.”

With the promise of seeing each other soon, you have to part ways again. 

You dragged yourself to the cafe again, the familiar smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. The tell tale sign that your sister had gotten in before you did and had started the first pot of the day. 

The morning went alright, you already being a few cups of coffee in, but you knew your facade was slipping when your sister kept eying you. “You need to go home.” She finally says.

“I’m fine.” You reply instantly, even though you knew that you were far from okay. “Go home, that’s an order.” She said sternly. You knew that with that tone, there would be no arguing. Her say was final. 

Once you had grabbed your things, you walked past your sister. “Call me if you need any help with the lunch rush.” She shook her head, “I will not be calling you, no matter how busy it gets. Now get out of here and get some rest.” You rolled your eyes and followed her orders.

A few hours later, Aitana walks into the cafe, knowing you’re on shift for today. She hadn’t bothered coming home first, she wanted to see you right away. After a quick look around the store, she only saw your sister. “Hey, is she in the back?” Aitana asked, already putting her bag behind the counter and ready to head through the doors.

“No, I sent her home.” Your sister replied while putting away the rest of the mugs she had been drying off. “Why? Is she okay?” 

“She looked exhausted, barely made it through the morning shift.” Aitana cursed herself for not saying anything back at the game. She hadn’t wanted to bring too much attention to it as you were in a room full of people, but she had noticed that you weren’t yourself.

“Anyway she can take the next few days off? I wanna make sure she’s doing alright and getting her rest in.” Your sister nodded instantly. “Yeah of course, as long as she needs it. Take care of her, Aita.” Aitana thanked her and with a quick hug, she was out the door and on her way home.

When she arrived at your shared home and found you fast asleep on the couch with a blanket pulled over your body, she softly sat down her bag and made her way over to the kitchen. She looked around to see if the ingredients to your favourite meal were there, and once she had found them all, she got to work.

You were a bit disoriented when you woke up. Falling asleep on the couch had you looking around the room confused, but then when you smelled food, you really thought you might still be asleep. 

“Tana?” You called out. The next second you hear footsteps in the kitchen. “Perfect timing! I was just done with dinner.” You were still confused at what was going on, but luckily your girlfriend quickly made her way over to you and explained.

“I went by the cafe, but your sister told me she sent you home. When I got here, you were asleep, so I didn’t want to wake you.” She sat down next to you and pulled you in for a hug. “Nightmares again?”

“Yeah, for about two weeks now.” You fall into Aitana’s comforting arms. “I’m sorry, mi amor. I should’ve done something to help when I noticed something was off at the match.” With a shake of your head you told her not to be. “I wanted you to keep your focus on your work. You’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

“Come on, let’s have some dinner.” She took you to the kitchen and sat you down at the table while she plated the food.

“Let’s get away for a couple of days to recharge, just you and me. Maybe by the beach?” She suggested. Your brows furrowed slightly. “We can’t Tana, we both have work.” Aitana shook her head with a smile. 

“I’ve got that part all figured out. You have time off until you’re feeling more rested and I was able to take a couple days off. ” You had no idea that Aitana had thought so deeply into this, and felt very loved that she went to such lengths to help you. 

“It sounds lovely, but I don’t think I have the energy to plan anything.” Aitana stood up and kissed your forehead. “That’s okay, I’ll plan and pack. We can leave tomorrow and just have a couple days of rest.”

Even while you knew that Aitana had a busy few weeks, she didn’t let you help with anything. Not the planning and not the dishes. She said your job was to lay down and relax until she got everything figured out. So you did, with your head in her lap while she booked your trip.

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[daenysx]

guess who's on her period

"You know, I'm great at giving a massage," James tells you as he tries to get your hair off your face. "Especially when my angel's feeling extra sensitive. Should we give it a try, huh?"

He's so cute, you wish you could kiss him until he can't breathe. Instead you nod, let him lift your body to pull you to his chest. He does a great job, so used to treat you so sweetly when you don't have the energy to move your finger.

You feel miserable today. Extra miserable, if it helps explaining the situation better, more than you normally feel when you're on your period. James thinks it's because you've been stressed out before your finals, you didn't sleep properly and got carried away with caffeine. You agree, but that doesn't fix the situation. Nothing does. Well, maybe his hands help. They are currently rubbing the achy muscles of your back.

"My legs are going numb," you say. "I think this might be a new type of pain."

He gives you a big kiss on your forehead. It's an instinct to want to take the pain away from you, but he has limits, doesn't he? He focuses on his hands to try to help. You start relaxing and that's good news for James.

"Would you like something to drink?" he offers. "Remus told me about this new herbal tea he likes. He says it's helping with pain."

"Can I try it later?" you murmur against his neck. "I think I'll fall asleep."

"Sure, baby," he whispers. Another big kiss follows his words.

"Thanks, Jamie."

Poor, lovely sweetheart. James starts counting the kisses he gives you before you fall asleep. It's hard to find a comfy position to sleep when you're on your period, but James is warm and you need all kinds of warmth as close as possible.

He draws circles on the sore spots on your back with his thumbs. You fall asleep, your focus on pain lessens as you focus on his hands on you. James kisses your faint, sleepy smile.

[emichanted]

➷ SAFE SPACE

Synopsis: Just basically Nagi being a little cutie patootie who loves being around his partner! <3

Contains: Mentions of thighs, a little mention of Reo, mentions of praise, GenderNeutral!Reader.

Word Count: 1.9k

Seishiro Nagi was never someone who cared to be around people. He found socialising a hassle. The only expections were his best friend - Reo, and you.

He loved being around you. You didn't drain him. In fact, you did the opposite. Whenever he felt like his battery was draining, all he needed was you. Your hugs would instantly charge him up again.

So you bet that he would drag you to every one of his matches. He needed his little charger and good luck charm!

Right before his matches would start, he'd make you come down to the locker room where he would plop himself into your arms, not caring about his teammates teasing remarks. He'd stay like that for about 5 or 10 minutes. And you let him. You would run your fingers through his hair, smiling to yourself as he sighs in satisfaction. Once he felt charged up, he would place a soft kiss on your cheek and then run off to the stadium.

And once you were back in the crowd, his eyes would search for you, a smile appearing on his face once he spots you. You'd always blow him a kiss, and once you do, he feels ready to win!

After the matches, he'd always wait for you to come down to the locker room so he could be in your arms and charge up his energy again. It was even better when his team won, because you'd praise him. He would never admit it, but he loved it. He loved how you'd run your fingers through his snow white hair, telling him how amazing he was on the field, how amazing his goals were and so on, so on... He knew he was good at soccer, but he still loved hearing you tell him how good he was.

When you guys would get back home, you'd offer to cook something for him but he always refused and dragged you to your bed. He would then plop his head down on your thighs. He liked how soft and squishy they were. The most perfect pillows just for him. He would fall asleep like that, and you'd end up with his drool all over them. You didn't mind though, you found him adorable. Like a cute, sleepy baby.

And even when Nagi was having more difficult times, he'd usually want to be alone. Until he met you. Since then, he always wanted to be around you. You would always comfort him, even if you say in silence. It gave him a sense of safety. Comfort. He loved it.

Yeah, Nagi loved you. He loved being around you. You didn't drain him. You recharged him. You weren't a hassle. You were his safe space. One he knew he could always come to, no matter what. Because you loved him just as much, and wanted to be there for him whenever he needed it.

A/N: Nagi is just such a cutie patootie plus ;( I love him sm I just wanna cuddle him to death EEEEK!

Masterlist

[scorpioriesling]

Those prompts are so good omg… what if smut 38 and 15 with az !?

Midnights

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Pairing(s): Azriel x reader

Warnings: smut, mdni, 18+, oral (fem recieving), mentions of weed and alcohol, pining if you squint

Summary: You absolutely cannot sleep, and of course you're out of all of your usual sleep-remedies. Who would be awake at this hour anyway to ask for help? You don't need to think long -- the answer comes through your phone at the moment you needed it.

SR’s Note: Thank you anon for the request and for your patience -- this uses prompts #15 and #38! Enjoy, xoxo

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Every night it was the same -- you'd always end up being scheduled late at the bar, which of course meant getting home at an ungodly hour, thus leaving you to finally lie down in bed in the very early hours of the morning.

You didn't complain; the cash folded neatly inside your bulging wallet kept you quiet about that, especially considering it was a Friday night and the customers at the bar were feeling rather generous tonight.

Although you made enough in tips on top of what you'd earned each hour, it almost made up for the job at hand. Sure, you'd spent your paid eight hours mixing and whisking away at drinks; but you'd also conversed, brought up the energy, and had to play off the frequent attention you'd recieved shift after shift.

There were only so many responses that you could come up with to "let me get your number, baby!" that were light-hearted and fun, but still dodgy enough that you didn't actually need to give it out. Can't hurt a male's ego too bad, if you piss someone off too much, it could cost you a job.

Overall, it was just exhausting.

Nonetheless -- you flipped back and forth between your sheets, desperately searching for sleep; a concept that seemed just out of reach as your eyes fluttered open for the hundredth time, no matter how many times you'd forced them shut.

Reaching toward your bedside table, you clicked the power button on your phone, the bright screen in your dark room causing you to squint at the intensity. 2:53 AM. Why couldn't you fall asleep?

Sighing, you place your phone in its original spot, flopping onto your back and running a hand over your face. You stare blankly at the ceiling, trying to decide what to do. You'd used the last of the sleepy tea that your best friend gave you -- Nesta swore by it -- and were out of weed, which always relaxed you enough that you may drift off easier.

Nesta was for sure asleep by now. She already chastized you for your plans to not attend training with her in the morning -- forgive you, that you'd choose to spend your Saturday morning sleeping in rather than watch her and her boyfriend pretend not to undress eachother with their eyes, thank you -- so, at this hour, she would be long asleep.

As you're racking your brain, your phone buzzes beside you. You reach for it once more, turning the brightness down to see the screen more clearly.

Wow. A message from the last person you'd expect tonight.

You up?

You read the text again, and again, looking up at the name and back at the gray text bubble to make sure you're seeing straight.

I am...

You stare at your phone screen blankly, waiting a few moments before three little dots pop up.

I can't sleep.

You probably should, you type back. Don't you have to be up early tomorrow?

Considering the sounds from down the hallway... I don't think anyone is going to be awake tomorrow morning for training.

You bite your bottom lip, chewing on the skin. So... Nesta definitely was awake. Awake, but... busy. You could just text her instead, ask her for some more of her tea. She would be able to get it to you, seeing as she isn't getting any shut-eye.

But, instead, you type back.

Want to come over?

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You're rushing around your bathroom, brushing your hair and spraying yourself with perfume when you hear a light tapping on your window. It's then that you look up, meeting your own eyes in the mirror, and scowl. He's just an acquaintence, you think to yourself. Why stress so much over how you look?

Maybe, because he is handsome.

Come on, you mentally slap yourself. You've met him only a few times anyway. He probably won't even care that much.

But you care. You really care-

It is 3 AM, he will understand.

You continue your mental battle in your head as you nervously pad over to your window, drawing the curtains and pushing the glass up. The moonlight bends around his hulking form -- and you can see his dark, touseled hair shining in the pale light. He tucks his wings behind him, leaning so suddenly close to climb through.

"Hey," he utters. You back up as he squeezes through, grunting when his feet finally hit the floor. You stare at him, looking up and down unabashedly. He has ditched his usual leathers for gray sweats, a cotton black tank, and tennis shoes.

Holy shit-

"Are you just gonna stare at me or..."

Your cheeks heat, and you quickly glance anywhere but him.

"No! Uh, no, I... welcome, uh..." you search for words, and he chuckles.

"You just get off work?" He asks, making way through your room for your living room. You trail behind him, your brow only furrowing slightly that you're following him through your apartment.

"Yes...?" You say. He plops down, making to untie his shoes and get comfy on the cushions. You simply watch in amusement, finding it rather hard to tear your eyes away from his massive biceps-

"Do you always stare or am I just now realizing it?" He teases again, kicking his final shoe off as he adjusts his hips on the couch. His arm lazily drapes over the back of it, and you scoff.

"No," you say defensively. "I am just amused that this is the first time you're in my apartment, and you are acting as if you've been here a hundred times before." You shrug, making way for the fridge.

"You got anything to drink?" He asks, changing the subject immediately. You reach inside, crouching to look between the shelves for anything other than the usual.

"Do you want alcohol? Or just a regular drink?" You ask. Azriel chuckles again, and you poke your head out for just a moment to see him smiling lightly at you and shaking his head.

"Ahh," he sighs. "You're a funny girl, Y/N." You raise an eyebrow.

"Just a normal drink, please. Don't want to be too fucked up if I'm going to try and fly out of here later." He reasons. Your heart sinks just a tiny bit at that, wishing he'd stay.

Don't be delusional.

"Water it is." You pull too bottles from the shelf, tossing one to him. He catches it, uncapping and taking a few long drinks before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You try not to stare again as you make your way to the couch beside him.

"So..." You say awkwardly, reaching for the remote to click on the TV. "What made you uh," you smile nervously. "What made you text me of all people in the middle of the night?"

Azriel shrugs, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I mean, I told you about your friend and Cass. I hate when they wait so late to start with... you know... whatever they do," he avoids the word.

"Fucking?" You raise an eyebrow, and his eyes meet yours.

"Uh... yeah. That." He coughs, and you smirk, clicking through the suggested shows on Hulu.

"Still doesn't explain why you came here though. Don't you have like, a million friends? Or, a girlfriend or something? I thought you and-"

"Nahh, nah." He interjects, shaking his head. "Just the Inner Circle. Well, them and now you, I guess, since Nesta started bringin' you around."

Your heart swells, the mini-crush on this handsome male from training only growing with every minute he spends on your couch.

"I knew it'd be quieter here, I guess." He says in finality.

You pause, crossing your legs and turning to face him.

"And, how would you know that?"

"Know... what?" He asks.

"Know it would be quiet here?"

He looks side to side, playing with the silver band on his finger. "I don't know, I mean, why wouldn't it be?"

You frown. "Did you just assume I didn't have some else I was spending my time with?" His head tilts to the side in consideration.

"You know what I mean. Fucking?" A light rosy blush fans across his cheekbones, and he shakes his head.

"No, I uh, I didn't think you had anyone here. I know you didn't, actually, um, Cassian told me-"

"Told you what." You demand, inching closer and closer. The smell of mist and cedar infiltrates your senses, and you have to remind yourself to remain steadfast.

"He... he told me you weren't seeing anybody. Haven't been, for a while, actually." You pause, staring into his hazel eyes that search yours.

"Wait, what?" You say. His hand on the back of the couch slides to meet your bare arm, and you almost shudder at the contact. "W-why would he tell you that?" You ask.

Azriel leans closer, his pupils dilating with every inch he draws nearer. He's so close that you can count every light freckle on his nose, see every fracture of color in his irises -- so close, just an inch or two more and his inviting lips would be on yours.

"Because I asked him. About you." His hand on your shoulder slowly trails up, brushing across your shoulder and snaking down toward your hip. You only now realize the position you're in -- you're practically atop him, he casually leans back against the L-shaped couch, and you've all but crawled between his legs and sat in his lap at this point.

"Why ask..." you trail off, and his other hand moves to brush a fallen strand of hair from your forehead. He smiles softly up at you, his thumb brushing against the swell of your cheek.

"I had to know if I actually had a chance," he whispers, his fingers lightly holding your jaw and pulling you down to him. "Before I did this."

His lips were definitely inviting. Warm, and soft as they slid across yours, fitting perfectly against the skin of your own. He held you firmly, pulling you closer so that you were in fact straddling him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping across your bottom lip. You allowed him in, your own dancing with his in a tango of passion as his fingers gripped your hip tighter. His other hand roamed downward, first, lightly gripping the column of your throat. You softly moaned into his mouth, and he smiled into the kiss.

His fingers kept travelling, down, down, over the curve of your breast, where he squeezed lightly before finding purchase on your other hipbone. You fingers tangled in his hair, softly skating through the strands as you continued to relish in the taste of him.

"Sweet thing," he pulls back, only slightly breathless as his half-lidded eyes meet yours. You gulp a few lungfuls of air in, and match his gaze, which is focused on your pelvis, unsubconciously moving in small circles atop his lap. He looks up at you again, chuckling before connecting your lips once more.

"You can't," he breaks the kiss for a breath. "...keep doing that..." He goes back in for more, his hands snaking behind you to grip your ass. You squeak, and he grins slyly at you. "...I can't fuck you on the first night, Y/N," he says, his gaze finding yours again. Oh, how good your name sounds coming from his lips...

"You'll see me for more than just one night?" You ask, and his eyes soften as he pulls you in for another quick peck.

"I'd like to see you every night, if you'd allow me." You giggle, and he smiles warmly up at you before pressing a trail of sweet kisses from the corner of your mouth, down your jawline in a descent over the column of your neck. He lightly bites on the junction between your neck and shoulder, eliciting another soft whine from you.

"Azriel..."

You can feel the pressure between your legs only growing, the thin material of his sweatpants the only barrier between your cotton shorts and his hardening length. He pulls back, his hands lifting you off of him for a moment as he slides down to lay flat on the couch.

"Az... what-"

"Sit on my face, baby." He asks, his fingers tugging on your hips as he adjusts his wings underneath him. Your eyes widen, and he pulls on the waistband of your shorts. "Please... I want to take care of you."

You stand, shucking off your tiny shorts and watch as he marvels at the thong you had on underneath. You peel if from you, discarding them before returning to position yourself right over his awaiting mouth.

"Mmm," he hums, his lips kissing the inside of your thighs softly as you tremble over him. You can feel your arousal leaking from your core, surely trailing down your inner thighs at this point, and you place your hands on the back of the couch as his deliciously rough hands grip your ass again.

"So fucking perfect Y/N..." he mumbles, licking a slow stripe between your folds that has you gasping. "So fucking wet, just for me."

His lips press into you, his tongue working to stimulate every last nerve ending you have down there as you grip the back of the couch, whining and panting pathetically above him. His hands search across your ass, gripping your hips, and holding your thighs wide for him when you try to close them around his head.

"Fuck, Azriel... eating me so good..." you cry out as his lips find your clit, sucking on it harshly without warning. You feel the liquid fire in your lower belly being set ablaze, growing hotter and hotter with each expert flick of his tongue against your dripping heat-

"Mhmm, you like it when I eat you out?" He mumbles, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. You throw your head back, moaning loudly as his tongue dodges in and out of your core.

"Fuck! Please... oh Gods.. yes Az-" you pant, your hands braced behind you on his thighs as your eyes look down to meet his. Your met with a sinister stare as his mouth detaches from you one last time.

"Come for me, sweet girl," he commands. You cry out desperately, his tongue so deep inside you that his nose nudges your clit with each minstration. A few more swipes of his lips against your pussy, and you're coming undone.

"Azriel!" You groan, your lower half slightly shaking as your orgasm shoots through you. His hands hold you in place over him, his tongue licking up every last drop of you that spills out before kissing your inner thighs one more time.

He delicately lifts you off of him, laying you down on the cushions as he stands up beside the couch, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You can taste yourself on him, and he allows you to by kissing you longer, and longer...

"Sweet girl," he pulls back, his hand cupping your cheek lightly. You gaze up at him, all the adoration in the world as his chin glistens in the moonlight with your essence. "Tell me where I can find you a towel?"

Your heart melts, and you silently point to the bathroom. He makes his way over, coming back a few moments later with a warm rag to help clean you up. You move to take it from him, but he only shakes his head at you.

"I said I would take care of you," he offers. You stare at him, bewildered where your night has gone and what all has come out of it. Once you're clean, he simply picks you up in his arms, carrying you gently to your bed before resting you upon it and tucking the covers around you comfortably.

"Az," you reach for him when he moves to leave your bedside, and he turns to face you once more.

"Yes?" He asks. You grab his hand, pulling him close to you.

"Please, stay?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair again. "You know I want to-"

"So stay," you cut in.

"We haven't even had a first date yet," You can practically see the war in his eyes, but reluctantly, he folds his wings in close and walks around to the other side of the bed and pulls the blankets back.

"I don't want you to think this is just for the night," he continues, nuzzling in close and pulling you flush against his chest. "I want things to be more than... just, something for one night, Y/N."

"I do too Az, really," you kiss his cheek, and he grins.

"And, I promise, I won't think its just for one night. I'll trust you," you say, and his fingers roam over your bare bottom, resting comfortably there as his heavy-lidded stare meets yours once more before you drift off in his warm embrace.

"As long as you come back tomorrow."

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[old-lemon-tree]

Drunk headcanons - boys edition

How the gang acts while drunk.

Based on canon scenes and conversations from the game. The rest is just my interpretation of their characters. I also wanted to get silly with these so forgive my indulgence if someone results OOC. That said, keep in mind some of these characters have severe addictions so their entries won’t be as lighthearted as the rest.

Tldr: I was listening to Arthur’s drunk voicelines and went down a rabbit hole. Come with me.

TW: Alcohol and general drunkness / Alcohol abuse and addiction.

Arthur

He gets LOUD. Louder than the rest. During group outings he’s the one who’s constantly shushed. He will apologize profusely for it.

He will be extra friendly towards strangers. In the same way he will flirt on accident and get incredibly bashful as a result.

A brawl?! Fun! :D

Tries to provide words of wisdom Hosea once told him twelve years ago. Loses track of what he was saying halfway. That doesn’t stop him.

Continues under the cut...

Bill

Gets angry-drunk. Actively searches for fights and provokes strangers.

Will desperately seek company and comradely but act a fool the whole time and end up alone.

Dares you to drink “If you are a real man”

Will confess very deep feelings and secrets and generally open up a lot...if only you could understand a single word he’s slurring with his face pressed against the table.

Charles

The one and only time you can see Charles Smith dance.

Sobers up when is needed. How does he go from half-asleep to fighting three guys is a mystery.

Hugging and seeking out physical contact. Always has a hand on someone’s shoulder. Whether to keep them upright or balance himself that’s not clear.

He actually doesn’t enjoy getting drunk all that much. He will pretend to be drunker than he is to match everyone’s energy.

Dutch

Sleepy drunk. He’s the guy who falls asleep in the saloon with his hat over his face.

Will not show signs until is too late. One second he’s perfectly sober doing a speech, the next he can’t string two words together.

When severely drunk he will be quieter. He gets paranoid about saying the wrong thing.

He usually has game. Now he’s trying to flirt by boasting poetry and being a smartass about it. He’s peeved when for some unfathomable reason it doesn’t work.

Hosea

Liable to wander off

If someone catches him before he can disappear he will bring them along to look at this “nice spot” he saw earlier.

He takes his drunk ramblings extremely seriously so you better listen, he’ll test you about it later.

He will let you go on and on about your problems without ever complaining. Is he listening? Probably not. He’s still thinking about that nice spot. He should take you to see it.

Javier

Tries to hide how drunk he is, but his casual walk isn’t fooling anyone. He’s stumbling a lot.

Same goes for his face. No, Javier that is not a tough look, your left eye is drooping.

His flirt game is on point, though. Either that or working girls can smell how easily he gets swayed into tipping more.

Someone asks him to play a song. He enthusiastically agrees. Proceeds to play a completely different song.

John

Gets into laughing fits that last longer than they should and drag everyone along. Often laughs at his own voice if he talks too much.

He will flirt. Badly. Likely in the back of the saloon making an absolute fool of himself. Two braincells power this man.

Either that or he’s outside, burp-talking to his horse and telling them what a good boy/girl they are.

If you buy him a drink he’ll become your best friend for the night.

Kieran

Try to threaten him, and he will laugh. Is it drunken confidence? Has he always been secretly brave? Or is it that he doesn’t get people’s tone when he’s drunk so he thinks you’re joking?

If you’re sick he’s the one coming to check you’re alright.

He gets incredibly competitive if someone challenges him. Sure, I’ll jump in the lake in January, friend.

Tends to reminisce and talk about his sad childhood. Not sure this will woo the ladies, but they do look at him with the pity reserved to a limping dog.

Lenny

Gets dragged into situations™.

In all his youthful goodwill, he will try to be the sober and responsible one. He is, in fact, neither sober nor responsible.

Likes to pull little pranks. Hides the others glass, switches bottles with empty ones, moves the chairs around.

Where did he go?! LENNY!! (he’s probably with Hosea to see that nice spot he saw ea–)

Micah

Doesn’t like to get drunk around people. If he drinks it’s either way too late at night when everyone’s asleep, or when he’s on guard duty, far away from camp.

He’ll be honest with his opinions and won’t be pleasant about it. More so than usual.

Words? What are those? Grammar? Pffff! He talks like a five years old with whiskey breath and a a sailor’s mouth.

Has the worst hangovers. Waking up in the afternoon with cotton in your ears and a vice around your head kind of hangovers. He will whine about it. Incessantly.

Pearson

When he has one too many he gets sad. If you talk to him he will cry while reminiscing about the navy.

Up until that point, though, he’s the happiest you’ve seen him in days. He will join in every song. He knows SO MANY SONGS.

First to wake up the next day. Hangovers? Never heard of’em.

“Drink some water. Have you had any water? Got water, everybody!”

Sean

Has the unofficial title of drinking games official organizer.

First in line to defend his own if anyone starts something. Someone pushed you? He’s in their face before you. Not particularly effective in fights, but has the attitude and energy of a mongoose.

Will sing. Will ask others to sing. Will insult people if they don’t sing.

Tries to keep everyone's energy up even if he’s seconds from passing out. If he’s still standing he’s not drunk enough.

Swanson

Not a happy drunk or a pleasant sight. Probably the only one nobody is happy seeing with a bottle in hand.

He drinks alone most of the times.

Gets paranoid, aggressive, and accusatory when overly drunk, so the gang rarely lets him leave camp.

He will join into song if the energies around the campfire match. He usually gets overdrunk fairly quickly though.

Trelawny

He appears out of nowhere during night outings and buys everyone a drink.

He’s a chill-drunk, not much different from how he is normally, only now he’s slurring and his choice of words is a little less polished.

Impromptu magic show. How does he get better at magic while he’s drunk?!

Mostly keeps to himself but gets overly sentimental with people if they get near.

Uncle

Not different from how he is every other day. He is always drunk.

Although he loves to taunt people he’s rarely mean about it. Unless it’s Micah.

He wants no problem and if anyone starts something that could end up with a brawl he simply walks away.

He can easily predict when anyone’s had one too many and they’re about to throw up. Won’t hold your hair back or nothing, but he will pat your on the back and call you a dumbass.

[skellseerwriting]

Even the best need sleep

March x Exhausted!GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

CWarnings: None except for March carrying you while you’re asleep without asking (because you’re asleep) if that’s something that bothers you (but let’s be fr if you’re reading this you probably don’t mind /lh), as well as him entering your cabin with you (I don’t think anyone in Mistria has locks tbh)

Summary: After falling asleep at the inn from overworking yourself, March carries you home; but not before affectionately chewing you out a bit over it

You walked into the inn; feet heavy and slow.

The day had been so incredibly busy for you and you had had no time to rest since there was always more work to be done. Feed the animals, water the crops, check the board, deliver requests, complete Adeline’s upgrade, donate those items, make a quick trip to the mines…

Anyways, it was oh so very late in the day, and your muscles were aching to get home and rest. But, you felt the need to visit the inn to spend even just a little bit of time in the company of your fellow Mistrians (plus, it was on the way home anyways).

You wanted to feel like a part of your community, so you had to be a part of your community; even if your limbs felt as heavy as those ores you were breaking twenty minutes ago.

Yawning, you leaned back into your chair in the corner of the room. It was only going to be for a few minutes. Just until you gathered your energy to go home for the night.

With your heavy eyes closed, you drank in the place.

The first thing to hit you was the smell of Reina, Josephine, and Hemlock’s cooking. It smelt divine and barely overpowered the chatter and laughter filling the place like a rowdy type of music.

Prying an eye open, you spotted March at a table with a few other people. Even just seeing him brought an involuntary -albeit tired- smile to your lips; especially with the way a natural smile of its own was present on his face.

With a deep inhale, you rested your eyes once again and sunk even farther into the wooden chair. It wasn’t comfortable by any means, but with the way you ached, it may as well have been a cloud underneath you.

Slowly, you felt your mind drift off and slip away; eased by the comforting sounds around you. Dreamland was knocking on your door, and you opened it with welcoming arms.

Finally, finally getting the break you needed, everything seemed as it should be.

At some point in time -although you’re unsure when- you began to be roused. Your environment began shifting around you. The places your body were touching the chair no longer were, and places that weren’t originally touching the chair now had something else pressed against them.

Something warm.

And then cold air enveloped anything not touching that warmth.

In your sleepy state, you attempted to cling onto that heat at your side; trying to hold it close. In response you swore you felt something grip you tighter. You almost wish your mind could be crisp, rather than foggy, so you could better understand what was happening, but you could hardly find it within yourself to care and continued to half-doze off.

With the slight movements of bobbing up and down, the crunch of grass could be heard underneath you.

That’s strange, you thought. How is the grass underneath me?

As crickets chirped in the background, you barely registered the feeling of what seemed to be breathing next to you; the rise and fall of someone’s chest.

Before you had the chance to think on that further, the wooden creaking sound of a door -which reminded you of your own- opened.

Still nearly lulling off to sleep, your muggy brain barely registered the sensation of being gently placed on a soft mattress.

Ignoring the want to stretch your tired limbs out, you curled them in further to yourself.

Hearing the crackle of a fire and inhaling the scent of your sheets, the realization wormed its way into you: you were home in your cabin.

“HowdidIgetHere?…” You slurred with your voice barely audible, not even sure if someone was still in the room.

“You fell asleep at the inn, Dummy.” A masculine voice chastised, pulling a warm blanket over you. You took no hesitation in curling your hands underneath the edge.

Squinting, you tried to see through the dim lighting of the dying fire. Someone stood in front of you next to your bed. He must have been the one who carried you.

“Oh…” You rested your weight into the mattress, reality sinking in. You had fallen asleep. You didn’t have enough energy to power through home from the inn like you thought you did. “Thank you.”

You heard the figure stiffen up. After a few hot seconds he proceeded to tuck the blanket further over your shoulders; allowing your face to peak through and still breathe.

“It’s not a big deal.” He huffed in the near-darkness, sounding a bit defensive. The reason he was putting a shield up was up to interpretation, however. “Don’t expect me to come save you the next time you’re stupid enough to collapse someplace due to lack of self preservation.” He said, although his tone lacked any real annoyance.

You wanted to counter-argue the accusation, but you realized he was right.

The truth was, you had been careless; overestimating your abilities and pushing yourself too far. You left yourself defenseless and without the strength to carry yourself home. What if you had stopped for a break in the mines? What would have happened to you then? With that newfound realization in mind, you couldn’t refute him.

Plus, you were too tired to argue. A yawn escaped you.

“You know if something happened to you it would be a huge blow to the town.” The voice cut through, and your eyes opened a bit wider in surprise at his words. They seemed harsh, but it was barely covering the intense sound of worry.

Finally, you recognized the one in front of you. With that fiery hair and grumpy expression, you were surprised you didn’t recognize him sooner.

Blame the exhaustion.

March was standing in front of you still, and you weren’t sure if it was him or just the warm light of the fire, but his face looked rather warm. His gaze cast to the side; avoiding your stare like the plague. “People here rely on you, you know. You can’t just overexert yourself like that. One day you might fall down and never get back up. So don’t do that to- to us. We need you, okay?”

As March finished his little mini speech, he sucked in a breath as if he said too much, and amply turned to leave.

“Nevermind; forget it.” He shook his head, still sounding like he was full of worry that he was desperately trying to hide. “We’ve made it this far without you and- and we can do just fine without you. Nothing will change, and the town-“

“March.” You calmly interrupted. He paused his steps along with his rant, pivoting to look at you; vulnerable look on his face. “You’re right.” You said. “I was careless. I overworked myself. And you’re right that my health doesn’t just affect me. It affects all of you too.”

As you both lay/stood in silence, you pretended to not see the way March’s lower lip seemed to quiver slightly. Then, after gritting his teeth and pulling his act together, he reached for the door handle.

“Just…” he sounded so defeated. “Just be careful next time, please?”

His shoulders looked so weighed down, and it surprised you to hear a tiny, barely audible “for me?” in an addition his words. Or maybe that was your sleepy brain imagining things.

“Of course.” You told him, and he turned around one last time to look at you. All the emotions of the past few minutes had poured into his eyes; pooling there like a swirling pond. They were broken, and pleading, and worried, and hopeful, and comforting, and lov-

“Goodnight.” March told you, opening the door. His gaze tore away and left your mind to succumb again to tired numbness without something to focus on.

You whispered the same sentiment back; closing your eyes and snuggling under your covers to get more comfortable. And if it was also to recreate the warmth you felt from his body when he carried you home? Well, who’s to say you were?

Before March got his other foot out the door, you mumbled his name, and his attention was immediately back on you, although you were already too half asleep to notice.

As dreamland attempted to steal you away once again, you managed to murmur your loving gratitude to the blacksmith.

“Thank you.”

You didn’t get to see the red covering his face as the door closed behind him.

“I love you.”

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[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

just a little something for the darling @yournowheregirl to wake up to! it sounds kinda dumb and insignificant, but i always appreciate your tags in the fun tag games that come across your dash and for always being one of the first that ask something from those ‘ask me’ posts i reblog! it makes me feel appreciated and i am super grateful every time 🥰🫶🥹

There was meant to be two beds.

Steve specifically got a double king room for the goblins, and another room with two queens for him and Eddie.

So of course as soon as they got into Milwaukee the night before the D&D themed nerd fest, the (actually very nice) woman at the front desk says: “We had to swap around the rooms, but the two will still sleep all you boys, don’t worry!”

Whatever. That’s fine, right? They’ll all have a spot to sleep the next two nights they’re here for the kids’ (and Eddie’s) dragon game convention.

He gets back to their rented minivan and passes the key cards to Eddie in the passenger seat.

The van was just the first point of contention between him and the kids’ beloved Dragon Meister, followed closely by…everything else.

The first thing Eddie said when Steve showed up in the rented van was “King Steve is coming along on our journey?”, to which Steve could only respond with “This ‘super cool’ guy you assholes have been going on about this whole time is Eddie “The Freak” Munson? Really?”

Following closely behind are: the tapes and tapes of loud garbled ‘music’ Eddie insists on playing, his absolutely tragic way of unwrapping Steve’s burgers for him when they stop for lunch, the wariness Steve has in the first place about this being the guy Dustin wouldn’t stop talking so highly about…this nerdy, obnoxious, third-time senior…great.

“204 is the Hellions’ room, 207 is us.”

Eddie bends an arm backwards into the feral beast enclosure the second two rows have become over the last six hours and Steve’s surprised he still has his hand when it returns to the front.

Steve gets the van parked in the hotel’s garage, and they head up to their rooms.

“Alright, assholes,” he says to the somehow still rambunctious masses, “This is you guys, Make sure you’re up by eight so we—“

“Yeah Steve, we got it,” Dustin scoffs, “As if we’d risk being late to this.”

Steve rolls his eyes with a “Fine, goodnight.” and shuffles the few steps across the hall to his and Eddie’s door, leaving the troops to file into theirs.

The only thought in his head is of laying down and getting the fuck to sleep. It wasn’t even that late but—

“Oh you’ve got to be shitting me.”

So that’s what brings them here. To their one barely queen sized bed.

“I guess I’m on the floor then, huh?”

“I’m not about to let you sleep on the floor.”

“Oh, the King has chivalry does he?” Eddie rolls his eyes and throws his duffle onto the armchair in the corner.

“As much as you, asshole; I just want you to have the energy to corral the gremlins tomorrow.” Steve scrubs a hand down his face. “Look, we’ll just deal with it tonight and I’ll get another room tomorrow.” he lies. As if he’s got the cash for that.

Eddie looks him over, and seems to come to whatever conclusion he needs to because he says “Fine, but you better not be a blanket hog.”

Eddie’s the worst blanket hog Steve’s ever had the displeasure of knowing.

He thought Robin was bad, but this is something else.

Eddie’s fully a burrito within an hour of laying down. After a hearty, but silent, game of tug of war over the worn duvet.

Steve falls asleep angry and cold, and wakes up on a cloud.

He’s so warm and so entangled in the comforter, he can’t help but snuggle deeper into the pillow he’s clutched onto.

The pillow hums back at him and scoots itself under his chin with a sigh.

Steve squeezes tighter onto the pillow momentarily, but his curiosity of why his pillow’s making noise gets the better of him.

He cracks his eyes open, looking down at the thing in his arms.

It shifts as well, and Eddie Munson blinks up at him with those (holy shit…beautiful, deep, dark) doe eyes of his.

“Hi.” Steve breathes.

Eddie’s eyes flutter shut, and shuffles himself back into Steve’s neck.

Steve chooses to blame the still sleepy bit of him for curving himself back around Eddie.

“How’d you sleep?” Steve whispers into the now-bared hairline under the other man’s bangs.

“Fucking amazing…” Eddie mumbles, snaking an arm over Steve’s waist and settling a hand in the middle of his back. “How ‘bout you, Stevie?”

“Stevie, huh?” Steve chuckles.

It’s only then that Eddie seems to come to his senses, his head shooting up before he scrambles away, falling straight onto his back between the opposite side of the bed and the wall with an “Oof!” and a “Fuck!”

“Oh shit!” Steve shuffles off the bed and helps Eddie back up, ”You alright, Eds?”

“Yeah..yeah, I’m fine..” Steve gets Eddie back on his own two feet and (reluctantly) lets him go once he’s stable.

‘Reluctantly? Why reluctantly? What the hell??’

“Sorry I was all over you, not the greatest thing to wake up to, huh?” Eddie says, huffing a sardonic laugh under his breath.

Steve hums nonchalantly, “It wasn’t all bad, I slept pretty fucking amazing too.”

Eddie hums an acknowledgment, then: “I wouldn’t—“ Eddie starts at the same time Steve says “I should—“

“You go ahead,”

Eddie’s hands come up between them, spinning the rings on his fingers nervously. “I was going to say that…I.. Iwouldn’tmindifyoustayedtonight..too.”

Steve blinks. “Good thing I was going to say that I really should save my money.”

Eddie’s smile is slightly nervous, but there’s a hopeful tinge to it that Steve can only assume means what he thinks it does (hopes it does).

“Leaves me with more to spend on the Gremlins, right?” he shrugs.

Eddie beams. “Glad to know we’re on the same page, Harrington.”

also, if you haven’t heard it recently: Alice, YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE 🤩

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loved the Robb with cold reader - so can I ask for another? Like, it’s late at night, the fire’s dying, but reader is just curled up to Robb trying to savour his warmth :3 (bonus points if Grey Wind is there)

Thank you!! <3

of course! this is so cute omg, i’m glad u liked the last blurb & thank you for the ask <3

the fire crackles, dying in its hearth, and the heat it brings along with it begins to die as well. winterfells halls have always been top tier in its ability to seal in warmth, and its rooms by extension. however, for the room to keep warmth, the fire has to be strong & offer it; a lesson you’ve learned the hard way — falling asleep before lighting one, too exhausted to move, and waking up in the middle of the night freezing.

it’s late, and you & robb are on the brink of sleep. you’re curled into his side, and he’s got an arm around your shoulders, effectively tucking you into him. greywind lays at the end of the bed, diligently on guard duty, but also on standby as a fluffy pillow. you can’t really say you’re asleep, more so just savoring the moment, savoring him. the warmth he offers, the safety, the comfort; you’ll never find yourself taking it for granted.

robb isn’t asleep either, thumb lovingly stroking your arm. these moments are his favorite. he’s comfortable under the furs, and the owner of his heart is firmly pressed against him. his other half, greywind, is fast asleep at the edge of the bed. he can’t think of anything worth trading this moment for.

you lay like that for some time, both of you fighting sleep so you can stay in this moment for just a little longer. eventually, the fire dies out, and robb has a decision to make. he knows how much you hate being cold, and to keep the room from growing icicles, he’ll need to get up and re-light the fire. he also knows how much you’d hate for him to get up right now, and he hopes you’ll find it in your heart to forgive him. for your sake, he abandons the warmth of the fur blankets to save you both from frostbite.

your eyes flutter open as he begins to move, sliding the blankets off of himself (but quick to push them towards you). you groan, beginning to protest him disrupting your tranquility.

“Robb!”

“Fires dead.” he says, standing up and braving the cold. he turns to you, and you’re pouting. the sight only makes him smile, moving to caress your cheek in an attempt to soothe you until he returns to your embrace. it works about as well as he could expect it to, satisfying you for now. you sigh, draping yourself over his spot on the bed while you wait for him to finish his brave adventure.

he grabs the few small logs kept in each bedroom of winterfell in case this happens, throwing them into the hearth. he moves to light them, and steals glances at you as he works. your eyes have since shut, grasping little straws of rest. he knows you’re safe, laying in the very room he’s in — but it reassures him to actually see you. he watches as the logs catch flame, and he spends a few minutes stoking the fire to ensure it lasts.

“Robb…”

he turns his head from his place at the fire to look at you. your eyes are still closed, but you use what little energy you can spare to try and lure him back.

“Hm?”

“Don’t make me beg.”

he huffs out a breath of laughter. “Never.”

he decides then, at the hearth, that he’s going back to you — and he’s staying. fire be damned. if it goes out again, he and greywind will warm you themselves. he gives the fire one last look, satisfied, before moving to get back in bed with you. he finds himself at a roadblock as he approaches you.

in his absence, greywind has taken his spot. you’re happily cuddled with the warm direwolf, and greywind opens his eyes as robb looks at him. he makes no effort to move.

“She’s my lady, you know.”

greywind shows no signs of getting out of the way anytime soon, and robb sighs. he’s too tired for this.

“Move… ya’ big lump.” he says, scooting you and greywind to the side, giving himself room to slide in. your eyes open, seeing robb back in the bed.

“It’s been so long…” you wear a smile on your face, thinking you’re hilarious. he’d never disagree.

robb’s gaze drops to greywind. “And yet, you don’t welcome me back.”

“A temporary solution.”

robb hums, before actually moving greywind out of the way. he jumps off the bed altogether, opting to lay at the door. robb mutters a thanks to the gods as he pulls you to him, which has small giggles escaping you.

it’s there you fall asleep, intertwined with robb, sharing heat on a cold winters night. you stay like that till morning, content to never escape this little sanctuary.

[maddiesentmehere118]

A Stranger's Jacket: Part 20

Evan "Buck" Buckley x plus size! reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: angst, fluff, alcohol use, spoilers

Author's Notes: Might be a few days before I update! I have to crack down on these final papers!

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You’re mid-break the next day when your phone vibrates. You pick it up, seeing your fiance’s name flashing across the screen. 

“Sorry, this is Buck. I’ll be right back.” You excuse yourself from your conversation with Josh, walking out of the breakroom and down the hallway. Soon he is requesting a video call. As you answer, you see him in the Jeep, wearing a white top and his brown jacket. 

“Hi Babe! You caught me at a good time, I’m just taking my break. How are you? Did you end up finding the lunch I left you this morning?”

“Yes, it was delicious, thanks.” His voice is distracted, but he flashes a half-smile at your thoughtfulness. “Were you upset yesterday because of the name tag?”

“Well hello to you too.” You tease, looking away from the camera. You’re quickly thinking on the spot, trying to find a way around this conversation. “Why does it matter?”

“Because I want you to know that this is still my spot. She’s not taking it.”

“Oh, I know that.” You roll your tongue up behind your top lip, letting it slip out of your mouth before you continue. “To answer your question, I wasn’t crying over just that. If it makes you feel better, Eddie let me be his punching bag! It’s been needing to happen for a few months now. He took it like a champ. He’s a really good friend.”

“Wait, what?” His eyes widen. “You punched Eddie? What happened?”

“Buck—”

“Don’t say it doesn’t matter. Did they say something to upset you?”

“No.” You hear him groan, frustrated at your stubborn nature. “It was teasing and I was being sensitive, that’s all. Eddie let me punch him a few times to get my anger out.”

His eyes soften, lashes fluttering, voice hushed. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, too.” You cast your gaze down, finding your loafers much more interesting.

 You tried to protect him. But it didn’t work. You swallow a lump. 

“Hey, I’m not mad. I just- please don’t carry this stuff by yourself. That’s what I’m here for, remember?”

“Yeah.” You’re now kicking your foot back and forth, toes catching with each swing. You didn’t want to have to add onto his load, though.At least, not right now.  “It was just easier to not say anything. You’ve been adjusting so well and I didn’t want to ruin it.”

“Babe, look at me. You could never ruin it. It’s just a job. Sure, it’s been tough but it’s not more important than you, and it never will be.” He pauses, making eye contact with you. Your eyes have glossed over. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smile as he tilts his head, blowing a kiss. You blow one back, feeling like a teenage girl falling in love all over again.

“That’s what I like to see, that pretty smile. Now tell me about your day. Any interesting calls?”

You laugh, recalling the ridiculous case that you had. He laughs alongside you, attentive to your day, but you can’t help but see a light dimming in his eyes. Your chest squeezes. So you quickly change gears, asking him about his day. The light slowly flickers alive again, and the pressure slowly eases. 

You finish the call, still smiling, glad to have a burst of renewed energy. Yet, by the end of your 12-hour shift, you’re exhausted. You want to go home, eat, and collapse into Buck’s arms. When you get into your car, your head hits the steering wheel. You just need a minute to collect yourself. However, with each passing second, you feel yourself drifting further towards sleep.

You straighten up, placing your phone on the mount to call your boyfriend. It rings, and you get through to his voicemail. You try again. No answer. Your eyebrows turn in. That’s not normal.

You get home safely, thanks to your music blaring. Buck’s Jeep is here. 

Was he really asleep? At 8 PM?

Quietly, you open the door. The lights are off, met with the sounds of the TV. With the flick of the light switch, you enter the kitchen to find something to eat. You don’t find anything satisfying to eat, so you grab an apple to eat with peanut butter, not too hungry. 

Something feels off. You feel nauseous. You haven’t felt this type of pit in your stomach in months. Even when Buck threw the blood clot. 

As you cut the apple into slices, you happen to glance at the TV. Buck lays on his stomach, passed out on the couch. His arm and a leg are hanging off of the piece of furniture. The next thing you observe light reflecting off of a bottle. Then you see two.

Maybe he’d picked up some of the old-fashioned sodas he treats himself to every once in a while. 

You step around the counter, moving closer. A third bottle is on the floor. A hint of barley and hops wafts through the air.

You lean in closer.  Stella Artois. Not his usual beer. You quickly google the ABV. 5.2%. Stronger than a Corona. Three bottles and blood thinners? No wonder he’s out cold.

You twist the ring on your finger, slowly putting the puzzle pieces together. 

Buck has been diligent, watching what he eats, limiting his consumption of alcohol. Something happened. Did the name tag get to him that bad? What happened?

You pull out your phone, dialing Maddie. She picks up after the first ring.

“What’s up? I’m kind of busy.” It’s short, voice hushed. You frown. Did something happen between the two of them? Is everyone feeling off today?

“Hey, sorry. I know you had a hard call today, but— I’m worried about Buck. He’s passed out on the couch with three empty bottles of beer What if it hurts him?”

“Watch him, but I think he’ll be okay. Keep me updated?”

“Yeah, sure.” 

You feel an eye twitch as you pull the phone away from your cheek, looking at the screen. Does she really not have anything to say? Not to ask if you were okay? She didn’t even seem that concerned about her brother. 

“Night.”

You bite your tongue to avoid getting annoyed with her. Maybe she’s just checked out for the night, tired after an emotionally exhausting case. Still… it stings. 

“Night.”

After finishing your apple, you head upstairs for a shower. You need to clear your head, to make a plan before approaching Buck. 

Your shower thoughts are invaded by worries. What tipped Buck over the edge? Did the 118 say something? Did he overhear them? Was he frustrated after a long day?

With one of his shirts and a pair of panties, you pad downstairs. You squat down next to him, laying your hand on his back. You rub in circles, gently shaking him. Warmth radiates off of him, his shirt stuck to his skin by sweat. 

“Buck. Babe.” You say firmly. It takes a few more attempts before he becomes somewhat alert.

“Hmm.”

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

“Don’ wanna talk abou’it.”

“Okay. Did you eat?”

“Yeaah.”

You kneel on your knees, placing a hand on Buck’s face. Stubble pokes your skin as your fingers glide across his jaw.

“Alright, good. Can we get you upstairs for bed?”

“Comfy ‘ere.”

You press a kiss to his cheek. The muscles of his face turn into a smile.

“I’m sure you are, buuut, I don’t want you to be sore in the morning.”

“‘M’fine,” he mumbles again, words sloshed together. 

You sigh, exasperated. With a roll of your eyes, you tilt his head to look at you. His eyes are glossy, red. The redness inhis eyes wasn’t just from the alcohol- it was grief. That pit in your stomach? It was the same ache in his chest, bubbling until it broke loose. 

“You know, as your fiance, I cannot do that. I won’t sleep well if you’re on the couch.”

“Can’t move.” 

“That’s okay. Do you want me to call Eddie?”

“Noo.” He draws out with a groan, and you bite back a laugh as he struggles to get up.

After a few attempts, you decide that you had your entertainment, and now was the time to offer him a hand. 

You had never experienced a drunk Buck before. After not drinking much in the past year, combined with his medication, it’s no wonder that he’s really feeling the effects of three beers. 

Getting Buck to stand on his feet is a feat on its own. Once he’s up, your arm steadies him. He trips, leaning most of his weight on you. You fight hard to keep yourself up right, laughing as you slowly move the man across the floor. 

Looking up the stairs, you turn your attention back to the man. He’s staring back down at you, eyes shining with love. It’s the same look he gave you hours ago. Now he’s out of it, hurting on the inside. 

“You’re amazing. I looove you.”

“I looove you too. Now hold onto that railing and work with me, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You manage to make it upstairs, both of you giggling as you sway in sync. You consider collapsing beside him in bed, but first, you have to find out what’s going on. 

Once his head hits the pillow and you get him out of his clothes, he’s out like a light. You linger, pushing your fingers through his hair. He starts to snore into the pillow, and you gently turn his head to the side so he can get some air. 

You move to turn the light off in the bathroom. You look back, the light casting a shadow on the wall. Buck’s back is rising and falling equally. For a moment, you pretend that everything is fine. He’s safe, and that’s all that matters. 

Then reality creeps its way back in. 

You sneak downstairs to tidy up. It’s your job to find out what put Buck in this state. To get ahead on damage control. 

Your first instinct is to call Eddie, to see if he has talked to him recently. 

“Hey! I’m on shift. Is everything okay?”

“Hey! I don’t want to bother you, but do you know why Buck would’ve been drinking tonight? He didn’t want to talk about it, and he’s pretty messed up. I had to help him up the stairs, Eddie.”

Your fingers wrap around the necks of the three bottles. Now that you’re not worried about Buck, you realize that the floor underneath your feet is cold. 

“Uhm, no I don't. That’s surprising, actually, with his blood thinners and all.”

“Yeah—I don’t want to invade his privacy, but I’m about to open his phone.” The bottles clink against each other as you stand above the trash can, foot pushing the pedal. “Tell me it’s a bad idea.”

“Actually, I don’t think it’s a bad idea. This is uncharacteristic of him, and I think that if you can find out what went wrong, it might be easier to approach it in the morning.”

“You know what, you’re so right.” You drop the bottles in the trash can, switching the device to your other ear. You quietly navigate across the loft, not wanting to be heard by Buck- even though there’s no way he’s waking up anytime soon. 

Sitting down on the couch, you place your phone on your lap. 

“I’m in.” You feel giddy, like you’re a part of a secret mission. You should feel bad, but you remember that this is for Buck’s health. You navigate to his texts, skimming previous without opening them. “Eddie, it doesn’t seem like there’s anything.”

“Check his call log. Maybe Cap talked to him.”

You start at the top of the call log. Your two missed calls. A call to Maddie, which she didn’t answer, and then-

“Oh, look! He got a call from Athena about two hours ago.”

“Great. Sooo, follow up with her and let me know what you find out.”

“Okay. Thanks, Eds.”

“No problem. Good luck! Speak soon, Sunshine.”

You put Buck’s phone down, switching to yours as you stand up. You type in Athena, finger hovering over the call button. You start to pace between the living room and the dining area. 

Part of you thinks you should let this be, wait for Buck to tell you when you’re ready. But now you’re curious. With a deep breath, you dial the number, holding your breath anxiously. Maybe you should hang up.

“Hello?”

“Hey Athena! I’m so sorry to be calling this late at night. I just got home from work and Buck was drunk on the couch. He had three beers and I’m trying to figure out why. With his blood thinners— I’m just concerned.”

“Are you sitting down for this?”

You stop in your tracks, body tensing. What does she mean, are you sitting down? Is it that bad?

“Why?”

“I invited Buck over for dinner. Things didn’t go over too smoothly.”

You move towards the island, running your fingers across the countertop. 

“What happened?”

“Buck was ranting about not being back and Bobby told him that it was his choice.”

“Oh.”

“He got upset, said it wasn’t fair. Bobby told him it was the blood thinners, and… he spiraled. I tried to talk him down, but he left before I could.”

You tap your ring on the surface, hearing small clinks with each hit. Just another hit to Buck’s progress. 

“Are you okay?” 

You tap your foot anxiously, gripping the edge of the counter. You don’t feel okay.

“Yeah, I uh, I trust Bobby’s judgement. I have to, uh, figure out how to be neutral.”

“Well it’ll work itself out. He’ll get over it.” 

Her voice softens, silent for a beat. You fight back a snarky comment in response to ‘he’ll get over it’. But that’s just how Athena is—she means no harm. 

“But in the meantime, if you need anything, let us know. We’re always here for you. And Buck.”

“Thanks Athena.”

You toss your phone down with a loud clunk, hearing it slide across the counter and crash onto the floor. You'll get it in a minute.

You lean forward to rest on your elbows. You stretch your hamstrings as you push back on your legs. Carding your fingers through your hair, you tug at the root. 

This is bad. You had just gotten him out of his recent depressive episode. 

And with one step forward, you’re pushed two steps backwards.

Again. 

But as you collect yourself, untangling your fingers from your hair, you glance at the ring on your hand. You smile lovingly.

This is your person, your forever and always. You’ll get through this. You just have to have faith that soon this will be back to normal. Buck will be back to full duty- for his and your own sanity. 

But for now, he can lean on you. You’ll hold him together, because that’s what you do for someone you love. 

You’ll talk to Buck tomorrow. You’ll face this with him- whatever it is. But for now, you go collapse into Buck’s arms, pushing away the worries for the night. Each snore in your ear, surprisingly comforting, as you lay back against his chest, his arm finding its way home. You softly whisper a love you, letting your eyes drift shut. 

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Hello Aubrie! Goood, I love your writing so much, and I couldn't wait to send in another request!

Could I ask for Eyeless Jack and his s/o going on a date day? How it would look like and all that? (can be sfw/nsfw)

I decided to keep it just SFW this time as I was just in a fluffy vontent mood today, but you can feel free to request date night specific spicy stuff with EJ next time if you'd like :) I hope you enjoy, I'm extra tired today so my writing may be different but I had a need for EJ fluff

Your date day actually ends up being a date night with this one, as your boyfriend is nocturnal, however, he gets up a bit earlier than normal if the two of you want to spend a "day" together. Normally waking at about 6:00 pm, Jack will get up around 4:00 on a day the two of you wish to spend together. He'll spend a little while waking up, curled up in bed with you, discussing things you want to do, getting ready to go out with you, just waiting for the sun to go down more so Jack can handle being around the light (as he can't handle visibly bright light very well, hence the nocturnal part :p).

He'll make sure you get something yummy to eat for dinner, and that's usually your first spot on your date nights. The Underworld is full of restaurants that operate 24/7, so he'll take you out to eat at whichever place you'd prefer to go to, and you'll both sit and talk for a while over food. Even with the nocturnal citizens out and about, the Underworld is a lot more quiet at night, so Jack enjoys walking through it with you, enjoying the peace of it. The two of you might window shop a bit, going into any stores that catch your eye. I think if it's warm enough you two have a tradition of getting ice cream together, because there are places that serve a mix of demon and human appropriate flavors, so you can get whichever flavor you'd prefer, and EJ can get his go-to blood ice cream so he can enjoy it as well. Following that, Jack always loves taking you for another walk, this time through the forests of the Underworld. The air is nice and fresh, and the creatures running about are usually attracted to Jack, so he always gets excited by the chance to tell you what the different animals are, and because they trust him so much you can even pet them while they sit contentedly beside him.

It's not until either the sun starts coming back up or you start to get too tired that the two of you finally begin to make your way back to the mansion together. Once you get back, Jack normally prefers to enter relaxation mode with you again. You'll take a relaxing shower together, and then put on some perfectly fluffy, soft pajamas (Jack is a connoisseur of comfortable fabrics), and curl up in bed once more. Some nights you guys might put on a show in the background, or some music, or anything you're in the mood to watch and just sit, and cuddle to the background noise. However, there are also nights like tonight, when you snuggle up and read together. It always starts with both of you reading your own preferred books in silence, but then usually one of you grows more tired faster than the other (usually you, as it's generally 5:00 am by this point), and the other person will read their own book aloud for both of you. Days like these generally end with you fast asleep in Jack's arms due to your need for sleep overcoming you, and Jack will always chuckle and set his book aside, before pulling you into his chest, and finally falling asleep himself. You usually always wake before him, unless you sleep the whole day away (sometimes Jack also just refuses to let you out of his arms on purpose but shhhh it's fine, it doesn't matter), but post date day snuggles are also mandatory in this relationship, so really, date days are like two days in one because you've gotta recoup your energy from staying up so late. Even if the two of you just spend a date day curled up inside playing board games or reading, or even just silently snuggling up, Jack doesn't mind, so long as he gets to spend as much time with you as possible, anything is fine in his opinion. He's just thankful to have you there with him.