#OKAY ANYWAY goodnight sweet dreams

[e77y]

Was about to (FINALLY) go to bed and checked my Notes app for… something; I forget what now. And I discovered that an unknown number of my notes since the last one (written almost a full month ago) disappeared for seemingly no reason? I just opened my Notes app and everything was gone 😭 I saved what I could from iCloud, but I am NOT good at freeing up storage soooo idk apparently it hadn’t been syncing for around a month. Seems like it’s everything from before August 18th… I have definitely written things since then, although I’m not sure what lol, sooooo hopefully it wasn’t too important. All I remembered to check for were some fic notes and poem ideas that are definitely gone forever :( At least I think my passwords and other important info is intact 🥹 My sign to stop being the 2000+ notes guy I guess

[charon-cries]

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[littlemisstoast]

mining gf and house building gf were meant to b

[cha1cedony]

Sorry for posting so much today. It won’t happen again (it will) (preparing the teachers AU masterpost)

[jsmainblog]

taking it slow - spencer reid ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

spencer reid x inexperienced!reader (established relationship)

requests are always open <3

❤️‍🔥smut

a/n: this is the first time i've ever written a smut like full oneshot which i wrote awhile ago so if this sucks im really sorry squad

warnings: 18+, fingering, mentions of sex

In the midst of your lovers absence (surprise! surprise! he has another case across the other side of the country!!!) you decided that you were going to have sex with him. The thought of it initially was shocking to you even. This abrupt decision was spurred on after chatting to your friend who was throughly shocked that Spencer hasn't gone past heavy makeout sessions with you and a little over the clothes groping (is this because he's a man or is this because you guys have been dating to the point where you guys having sex is assumed? you couldn't determine). So you decided you were going to get it over and done with. After all you were a virgin in every sense of the word even if you despise the concept of it. So flash forward a couple of days you lay in bed on your nightly phone call with Spencer.

"So is there anything else you wanna tell me about?" he inquires

"Yes" you declared

"Really now?"

"Yes really Spencer. I've decided that when you get back I'm going to have sex with you."

"Woah there sweetheart. Lets slow down a little okay? So over my 2 week absence you have came to this little revelation of yours?" he says sounding shocked and amused.

"Yes."

"Why? I mean like yeah I kinda understand that people do feel a need to have sex to be closer with one another even if its just us wanting to go through the actions of reproducing without consequences. But are you sure you want to do that its a little sudden don't you think?" he explains gently

"I do want to do it" you say insistently. His constant questioning is making you feel a little annoyed because you do want to do it with him. Why wouldn't you? But it also tugged at the strings in your brain that maybe Spencer wasn't attracted to you in that way and maybe thats why he's never brought it up before.

"We can do it if you really want. But why don't we work are way up to it, huh angel? I just want you to get comfortable before tossing you into the deep end. I don't want you to back out during the middle of it."

"Okay" you murmur. "What time do you land tomorrow?"

"Uhhhh..Should be around 10:30am. Anyways I imagine its getting pretty late for you so you should sleep. I love you y/n, I'll see you tomorrow, sweet dreams my love."

"I love you too Spence goodnight." You say into the phone before hanging up. So now you have a plan. A daunting one, but yet a plan none the less.

The next day transpired pretty normally. Spencer getting home from his case, having a power nap whilst you went about your life leading to a makeout session.

Spencer kissed you like a man starved, tongue tracing your mouth like he was committing it to memory which he most indefinitely was. If one day he showed up with a 3D model of the inside of your mouth you wouldn't be surprised in the slightest. You could feel your body temperature rising and a familiar throb from between your thighs. Spencer's hands rested on your hips rubbing them gently. When he pulled away a confused look crossed your face.

"Is there something wrong?" you stutter earning you a breathless laugh from him.

"No nothings wrong your just really pretty thats all, and I also wanted to ask if your okay with me touching you?" he confesses

"Um..Yeah more than okay..Uh" you breathe

"Don't be nervous baby just lift your hips for me yeah?" he says a bit amused starting to unbutton your jeans. It hits you suddenly. You're actually doing this ur breathing picks up but ur not scared actually ur excited very excited. Spencer practically mashes his mouth to yours as the jeans came off and were thrown somewhere across the room. He uses his thigh to nudge your legs apart.

"Mmmm i think pretty is an understatement when it comes to you angel" he jokes which illicts a shy laugh from you. He uses his thumb brushing over your clit. Your heavy breathing turns into whines and eventually little moans as you feel a warm slippery sensation forming.

"There we go, good girl" he mumbles "Well I think theres no use of these panties anymore they are throughly soaked. Lets get these off you yeah?" he questions before tugging at your panties. Your doing this with Spencer Reid. The Spencer Reid you thought as shy and timid when you first met him and now well he's doing this. You can't help but to look up at him adoringly. Before you know it the rubbing sensation continues only you can feel it a little more this time and now a new feeling of a weird stretch? You sit up a bit where you find Spencer's hand joining the junction of your thighs looking up at you with a sweet grin. From what you have heard from your girlfriends guy's liked to take pleasure from you to give to themselves not giving it to you, and you certainly haven't known someone who described someone looking at them so lovingly the first time they did it together. This reiterates the fact that 'woah Spencer really loves you.' which is confirmed by the building pleasure as another finger slips inside.

"You're doing so well baby, you're being so good." he breathes as his eyes flick from his hand to your face. "You doing okay there?"

"Uh huh very well" you moan

"Yeah I can see that"

After a while of his fingers pumping rhythmically the spring in your stomach snaps and you go weirdly squirmy as you feel a warm feeling trickle through your veins. Best feeling ever. Spencers fingers slip out as he wipes it on his leg and lays next to you softly kissing all over your face.

"You okay?" he questions his fingers tracing your arms gently.

"I love you" you say hoarsely which illicit a soft laugh from him.

"Yeah baby I can tell"

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a/n: again guys im sorry if this was bad i myself was cringing a little writing this 😭

[hwaseonghwasworld]

When their S/O sleeps on them

Hongjoong:

You were trying to force yourself to not sleep since you guys were almost home anyway, Hongjoong and his group were all in their coach and Hongjoong sat next to you, he saw you fighting trying not to sleep so he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pressed his hand on your cheek, moving your face to his shoulder “it’s okay you can sleep darling” you nodded and went straight to sleep.

Seonghwa:

You guys were with the rest of ATEEZ watching a movie, you and seonghwa were sitting next to each other and your head was on his lap, you didn’t even realize that you were drifting to sleep, seonghwa didn’t even know either but then he wanted to check on you and saw that you were peacefully asleep, he smiled and stroked your hair, and kissing your cheek and chuckling “you must’ve been really tired”

Yunho:

You drifted to sleep on his shoulder while you two were watching a movie together, he didn’t notice at first sing you both usually cling into each other a lot, he turned to you to kiss you and saw that you were asleep, he smiled and caressed your hair, he picks you up lightly and took you to yours and his room after turning the TV off, he lied down with you and put your head on his chest “goodnight, love”

Yeosang:

You both were in the living room on your phones then you fell asleep on his shoulder, yeosang smiles and kisses the top of your head, he picks you up in his arms as you sleep on his shoulder. He walks into the bedroom with you and lays you down on the bed, he pulls the covers over you and gives you one last kiss before lying down next to you falling asleep too “sweet dreams love”

San:

You both were at the dance studio and you were watching him dance, once he was finished and also tired he sat with you kissing your lips, you phoned the sweat off his forehead and rested your head on his shoulder, you fell asleep on his shoulder and San didn’t realize until he heated you snoring lightly, he picks you up and put you on his lap. “You can rest here, love, we’ll go home later”

Mingi:

You both were on your bed and he was talking about his day, you were very interested when you loved listening to him since you both alway talk about your day with each other, you had your head on his lap and was listening to him, you felt yourself drifting to sleep and he could hear your little snores and he smile and stops talking and caresses your cheek, he knew that you had a long day at work “you must’ve had such a stressful day honey”

Wooyoung:

You were on his lap hugging him while he was playing games on his PlayStation, while you were watching TikTok’s, Wooyoung heard the same song repeating itself so he looked over at you seeing that you were asleep an the phone was so close to falling out of your hand, he laughed a little and took the phone out of your hand and carried on playing his game while kissing your cheek once in a while. “You’re so cute princess”

Jongho:

You guys were in the living room watching a movie, you felt tired and asked Jongho to sing a song for you which he agreed, he sings your favorite song and watched as you drifted to sleep on his shoulder, he smiles as his voice was so sooting that it help you sleep to it, he kisses your forehead and falls asleep with you “goodnight, teddy bear”

Masterlist

[harrywavycurly]

I still think about how soft Harry turned for his sunshine girl and I imagine all the random voice notes he’d send her during the day when he can’t call her or maybe the voicemails he’d leave and how sweet his little rants would be😩🥹

Hiii babes!! I miss my little lovey dovey HWC Harry so I’m gonna give you some examples of his rant-ish voicemails and voice notes to his sunshine girl! I hope you enjoy!!💖

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Summary: These are some voice notes and voicemails your lovely ex frat daddy boyfriend Harry sends you during the week✨

Monday’s Voice Note: “Good morning sunshine it’s…uhh shit…oh sorry don’t be mad…ah okay it’s seven fifteen in the morning and I’m about to go for a run and then come see you before you go to work. I hope you slept good? How did that weird sleepy tea taste? Did it work?…m’not totally sure all those things are actually good for you but if they help then I’m all for it because my sunshine girl needs her full eight hours or she’s a bit prickly…but I don’t mind when you’re a little grumpy..makes you more cuddly and we both know how I feel about cuddling so-oh bloody hell why is all my coffee gone? m’gonna kill that Irish fuck-I mean I love you baby I’ll see you in a bit…I wonder if you’re dreaming about me right now? Hmmm…you’ll have to tell me what you dreamt about when I see you. Love you!”

Tuesday’s voicemail: “Hey baby I’m just seeing if you’re free for dinner tonight? I forgot you had a meeting during lunch today so just call me back whenever you can…I miss you…oh and I love you…yeah okay that’s it. Love you…I already said that didn’t I? Oh well you can hear it again…I love you…bye sunshine.”

Wednesday’s voicemail: “I am so sorry I couldn’t walk you to work this morning I forgot to set an alarm and when I woke up I saw all your missed calls and…god I’m-shit I’m so late…I’m sorry sweetheart but I hope you have a good day and I’m going to come see you for lunch! I’ll bring your favorite…I love you! I’ll see you soon! Make sure to save a few smiles for me okay? Don’t give them all away…love you.”

Thursday’s Voice Note: “Goodnight my sunshine girl…thank you for letting me pick the movie tonight even though it’s technically your night…I love you and I can’t wait until you finally stop telling me no when I ask you to move in because we both know you want to live with me…or maybe it’s that we both know I really really hate not being able to wake up next to you everyday..two floors of separation is killing me baby and I know one day soon…you’ll just stop fighting it and just accept the fact we are going to be together forever so might as well start forever as soon as we can…and before you say anything yes I stole parts of that from when Harry met Sally but it’s the truth…remember when you said you’d be okay with the wife thing after our first kiss? Well that was almost a year ago…but anyway…I love you…a lot…actually it’s more than just a lot but there’s not a word to describe the amount so…a lot will just have to do for now…I know you’re just now getting out of your bath and putting on all your lotions and potions that make you all soft and uhg…I miss you…fuck this…ohh sorry baby…let me just grab my sweatshirt and—where are my socks? Oh okay here they are…I’ll be there in three minutes and forty five seconds…prepare for a sleepover because I miss you too much. I love you! Don’t fall asleep before I get there!”

Friday’s Voice Note: “Hey sweetheart did you know Niall has a key to your apartment? I didn’t until he walked in while I was in the living room and he scared the shi-crap out of me…when did he get a key? Did he steal it from you?…oh and I’m making pizza for dinner does that sound good? I hope you’re having a good day at work…Miss you and love you like crazy.”

Saturday’s Voicemail: “Hey baby…m’a little drunk but s’all Niall’s fault and god I love you. I’m gonna marry you when you finally let me. But you know that yeah? Yeah…yeah you know that…god hallways are so long and…and ugly? Why are the hallways so hideous? M’gonna come cuddle you is that okay? If it’s not just…kick me off the bed okay? Yeah..yeah I’ll see you soon sunshine…my sunshine..you smell like flowers and sunshine because you’re my sunshine girl…that I love so…so much a lot…m’gonna go now okay? M’at the door! Love you!”

Sunday’s Voice Note: “Baby where are you? You just left me in bed with a bottle of water and some aspirin with a note on my forehead saying…br…feast? That’s…that’s not a real word?…wait oh it says…breakfast…did you go get breakfast? God I’m so lucky that you’re my…my everything…you’re too good to me. I’m gonna go shower because I smell like the floor of a shitty bar…but I love you and miss your cute face so hurry back? Please?”

[urbaebarnes]

unethical

summary: you hadn't figured your life after the breakup would be so weird, after all, who expects all the men they date to disppear?

bucky barnes x fem reader

warnings: jesus christ how do i even tag this - kinda dark bucky (?), stalking, swearing, obsessive bucky, jealous bucky, nonuse of y/n, she/her pronouns used, thisnis weird af okay

okay so im pretty sure this came to me in some weird dream (a nine hour flight) and honestly this is fucked up and weird im slightly embarrassed but here we are. also sorry for being so inactive im honestly being slow af cause im in florida atm anyway ignore this monstrosity that was written on my notes app or not i guess ahh

word count: 2.3k words

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that you’d had many interested men since your breakup.

You were a hot, single, 20-something year old who had every man and woman’s eyes on you. The only problem was that every single one of them seemed to disappear.

You weren’t saying it was a pattern that every man who showed the slightest interest in you seemed to quit his job and move or skip town in the dead of night, but granted, you were the common factor here.

Your breakup had been around 10 months ago, and your ex -James Barnes- had also seemingly disappeared since you’d said your final goodbyes and taken your stuff from the apartment. He’d always worked for long periods of time, which wasn’t an issue at the beginning of your relationship when you were clearly his priority, but after 6 years together, it was clear that this couldn’t go on.

Yes it was sad, and yes it felt selfish when you told him you wanted to end things, and yes, of course you missed him dearly, but your lives weren’t compatible and you couldn’t be the girl at home anymore. You were sick of bringing up excuses when you’d planned couple activities with your friends but he cancelled last minute because he volunteered to do a last minute mission. 

You’d told Bucky you’d always be friends, that at the end if the day, you cared about him above pretty much everybody else, but as much as he nodded and muttered a yes, you hadn’t heard a single thing from him since.

When you’d been together, you and Bucky had shared an apartment in New York, but you’d moved away back to your childhood hometown since. Within a month, you’d happily settled in to your faniliar small town life, and there were plenty of familiar faces from school that were more than happy to see your return.

It started off with Bryan, a brunette that was heavily invested in Jurassic Park. He was funny and kind and would stutter over his words when you’d bump into him down the milk aisle. And even if he wasn’t quite Bucky, he plucked up the courage to ask you out 3 months after the end of Bucky and yours’ relationship, and you said yes.

Throughout the date, it became obvious that your shared interests ran thin, although you had promised that you’d rewatch his beloved dinosaur movies with him for a second date. You’d hugged him goodnight but couldn’t quite get the feeling of reluctance out of your chest.

By the next morning, you’d were slightly confused by Bryan’s lack of appearance down the milk aisle, but shrugged it off. It was your unofficial meeting place anyway. You messaged him that night, only to find that he’d blocked your number, and after a week, it seemed that he’d told his parents he decided to move out of state.

If being with somebody so heavily involved in spy work, you didn’t buy it for a second, but what could you do. Maybe he really did decide to move at 3am.

Next, a month after Bryan’s last sighting, came Richard. You’d known him in high school as a cocky arrogant arsehole, but he’d seemingly changed for the better as he sent you sweet smiles and flirty comments.

He’d just come out of a long term relationship and wasn’t looking for something very committed straight away, and thankfully, neither were you. So when he walked you home one night, he asked if you wanted to spend the day with him as something a little more than platonic, and why wouldn’t you?

The day was brilliant, filled with laughter and ice cream, and you didn’t mind the nagging in your heart this time as much because apparently you were both feeling it. He even got a kiss on the cheek by your door as you pressed a hand to his torso and pecked the side of his face.

That time, a second date was scheduled for two days later in the coffee shop down the street. 

With Richard, you didn’t have his phone number or an unofficial meeting spot, just right person right time. Although, maybe you’d gotten the time wrong or he’d chosen the wrong person since you were promptly stood up.

You had bumped into him a few days later only to find him with a black eye. As you spotted each other across the street, he quickly scurried away before you could even tilt your head.

Then, there was Denis. He was a dickhead, there was no redemption ark or sweet story for him, he was just a dick, However, he was an attractive dick at that.

The two of you had spoken a maximum of three times but his hand had been resting on your thigh at the bar for a good hour. Your friends had created a night out with the sole purpose of getting you laid, after all, it’d been months and months since you’d last actually had sex, and Denis seemed like the perfect no strings attached opportunity.

All you needed was one night, just one to forget your troubles and the ache in your heart at the moment of even kissing a man who wasn’t your Bucky.

But the curse struck again as Denis went to the toilet and never actually returned. Your hopes sank further and further as you swilled your drink, glancing over to the restroom every few minutes until you left with the rest of your friend group.

The next morning, it was the talk of the town, Denis had quit his job- left for good. He didn’t have any family ties here, but his job had good pay especially for a man with so few qualifications. It was obscure and strange, but stranger things had happened.

However, you’d had it. Three potential suitors and every single mother fucking one of them just… left. So that was it, no more men. And maybe, just maybe, this was the universe’s way of telling you that you weren’t ready for a relationship, that even though you suggested the breakup, maybe you’d just wanted to have your Bucky back. Maybe he was the only one you could picture spending your life with.

Or less so the universe, and more Bucky.

It was shameful, and he knew that, he swore he did, but the very thought of you on your own terrified the living shit out of him. He had a duty to protect you, not just from the organisations that had threatened the ones he held dearest over and over again, but also anybody. Everybody. The world was dangerous and you were so helpless and selfless, you’d help anybody you could and that scared him beyond belief.

So maybe it was weird to buy a house in your hometown, maybe it was weird to make sure that nobody ever bothered you when walking home alone, and maybe it was weird to be insanely jealous of the glances you just gave out to anybody like free testers at the supermarket.

Yeah, it was a little weird. But Bucky Barnes had lost a lot in his life, and he couldn’t lose you to this world or the cruel people in it. 

He could barely stand to be apart from you, but he knew he had to respect any of the boundaries he could, so he kept his distance, only there to observe, only interfering if it meant keeping you safe and happy. 

At least, that was the plan until the man that you exchanged pleasantries with in the milk aisle seemed to want to exchange numbers too. That was too much, a step too far, it’d only been a few months, it was too quick and you were too perfect, too pure for just some guy.

So yeah, it was definitely weird when he sat across from the two of you in the restaurant, keeping his head low.  But this guy seemed like a fucking idiot, and how could he protect you from any danger? How could he make you smile in the same way Bucky could?

He even managed to catch this dude trying to go in for a kiss, but you took it as a hug and wished him a goodnight in the same way you used to whisper sweet nothings to him as you both used to fall asleep, limbs tangled together.

Now what he did next was definitely weird and wrong and horrible, and he knew that, but there were far better people he’d pushed up against walls and threatened before, and this one, well this one was flirting with his girl, had the audacity to take her out.

It wouldn’t last anyway, he told himself. At the end of the day, your souls were surely bound together, intertwined by fate. Bucky hadn’t allowed himself to do anything selfish in years, but you were his, his selfish little delight, because you were his.

So, as he pushed the guy against the brick wall, taking him by his collar and making sure to push against the wall with enough force to convey the message, Bucky told himself it would all be okay because he loved you and you loved him, he knew it. He just needed time to prove it to you, and this guy- well he was in the way.

Fucking ‘Bryan’ didn’t even put up a fight. In fact, he’d only threatened the dude to stay away from you, not even telling him to leave town, he was that much of a coward. And you didn’t need a coward, somebody who wouldn’t go down without a fight. You needed somebody who would rather die for your love than give it up

After that, Bucky kept a close eye on you, but an even closer eye on everybody around town. The old women around town had declared you the town’s most eligible bachelorette, obsessing over your perfect features and perfect manners and just perfect you.

After a few long weeks, Bucky had been called back to New York by Fury. He’d pretty much told everybody to screw themselves and that he was taking a very long, very well needed a vacation and left before anybody had time to argue. But seemingly, they couldn’t spare him for long enough to come up with a fully prepared plan.

By the time he got back, Bucky could feel his blood boiling as he drove into town and spotted some weird shit holding his hands with his girl. The park looked perfect as a picture except for the fact that some stranger was swinging your intertwined arms back and forth, your cheeks a little dusted with pink.

Honestly, he leaves for a few days and by the time he’s back some slimy looking jock has slithered his way into your life.

So that night, he swears it’ll be the very last time that he does this, it’ll be the last time before he wins you back. He just needs a little more time, just a smidge.

Now this one, and he’ll give credit where it’s due, does put up a little fight. When Bucky corners him, grabs his shoulder a little tighter than necessary and warns him that nobody is allowed near his girl, and this motherfucker protests- well, Bucky can’t be faulted for the punches that get thrown. He shouldn’t be held responsible for the black eye he gets.

Look, maybe that one went a little far, but it’s fine! He got the message and now he knows to stay away from his perfect sweet girl.

After that, he puts every bit of work into preparing the perfect surprise for you. He’s got it all sorted out, candles in a field, your favourite food ordered in advance from your favourite restaurant, he was going to be perfect from now on and so was everything in your life.

In his downtime, when he knew you were safe from the big scary world, Bucky often found himself at the bar near the centre of town. The bartender was a guy named Lucas with long hair and a southern accent who didn’t ask questions about what a guy like him was doing in a small town out here, or why he always wore gloves even in the heatwave that was occurring.

But tonight, tonight it wasn’t a place to unwind or relax, tonight Bucky figured Lucas could see the steam coming out his ears as he watched some man’s hand rest on your thigh. Look, holding hands was one thing, but how dare he manhandle you like that, a grip so tight like he was a child gripping a stuffed toy.

He watched as he leaned in to your ear, whispering something that had your pretty lips curving into a smirk as you looked down, slightly flustered before getting up and strolling to the bathroom with unheard of confidence.

Bucky couldn’t hold back for any longer, he downed his drink, kissing his teeth before storming into the bathroom, pausing as he saw the guy smoothing over his hair in the mirror. He quickly put an end to his preening and yanked him outside through the backdoor. Maybe this threatening was a little extra, and sure maybe the knee in the groin was a little much, but every time the voice in the back of his head told him to stop, all he saw was his hand on your thigh.

Either way, he left and after that, the town’s most eligible bachelorette seemed to swear off dating. That was until Bucky pretended to bump into you one day, and surprised you with the candlelit dinner with flowy table cloths as the sun set and wept you right off your feet.

Yes, maybe some of the ways he went about getting you back were slightly unethical, but it’s not as though you’d ever find out. Either way, he wouldn’t fuck it up this time, he loved you far too much for that.

anway im sorry for this-

[angelicdanvers]

BREATHE DEEPER | two.

a charlie bushnell x fem!reader social media fic.

y/n

liked by william.franklyn.miller, levizmiller, amitasuman_, and others

y/n — been missing these lads as of late 🫡

dior.n.goodjohn HOW IS EVERYONE YOU WORK WITH SO GORGEOUS ↳ y/n GIRL YOU BETTER BE INCLUDING YOURSELF WHEN YOU SAY THAT

iamcharliebushnell aww these are cute ↳ y/n why ty

levizmiller i miss you too :( ↳ y/n :( can i visit you and ed soon ↳ levizmiller WDYM OF COURSE YOU CAN

calamawy The 30th is right around the corner 👀 Dinner at 5:30? My place? ↳ y/n OH MY GOD YES

matt_lintz WHY DO I STILL HAVE YOUR BLAZER ↳ y/n STOP THATS WHERE ITS BEEN 😭 anyways tell my lover girl i say hi ↳ matt_lintz oi she’s my girl ↳ y/n sharing is caring my friend 🤷‍♀️

freddycarter1 I have so many rolls of film to show you ↳ y/n no way so do i ↳ freddycarter1 This is definitely the universe’s way of telling us we have to meet up 😅 That polaroid of Amita and I will remain superior btw ↳ y/n UR WELCOME FOR THE BEST IMAGE EVER, but yes we do. imma be in london soon 🫡

william.franklyn.miller a little birdie told me you’d be photographing a certain someone ↳ y/n definitely not you ↳ william.franklyn.miller in your dreams, darling

iamcharliebushnell can i come over ↳ y/n i’m a couple hundred miles from japan tonight ↳ iamcharliebushnell what (imy) ↳ y/n jk no i’m gonna go to bed (i’ll stay up for fifteen more mins) ↳ iamcharliebushnell 😭 (good)

LUKEY POOKIE SENT A MESSAGE !

lukey pookie

hiiiiiiiiiiiii

↳ HI CHARLIE

lukey pookie

OH OK HI Y/N

↳ WASSUP

lukey pookie

I MISS YOU

↳ why

lukey pookie

why not 🙄

↳ why

lukey pookie

why not 😾

↳ why

lukey pookie

BECAUSE

anyways

i just realized we never got to go watergliding

↳ sadly :/

lukey pookie

that’s why we should

soon

↳ OMG that’d be cool

but i’m so busy rn 😭

lukey pookie

hey hey that’s okay

i’m sure we’ll find time?

↳ i hope sooo

but yeah i got a lot happening tmrw

lukey pookie

oh??

↳ yeah 😭 gotta prep for more of the filming and i have several photoshoots coming up

lukey pookie

THATS EXCITING THO

↳ YEAH

im just exhausted

lukey pookie

when i see you next i’ll make you your fav tea again

that’s a promise

↳ awww charlie 🥹 you’re too sweet

lukey pookie

only for the best :)

you should sleep now

↳ yuuup

goodnight, c ❤️

lukey pookie

goodnight, y/n ❤️

— taglist.

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stay safe and drink water, lovelies!

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[stylesluxx]

goodnight – a.hotchner

[warnings: none. i think pretty wholesome. oh jack and a new baby are included]

summary: in which y/n leaves hotch voicemails while he’s away

word count: 471

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Night One

“Hey, sweetheart. I hope everything’s going okay and that you’re staying safe. Jack missed you a lot today—he spent half the evening drawing you a picture of our family for when you get home. He’s determined to surprise you with it. And our little one was asking for you at bedtime. They were reaching for your side of the bed like they know it’s missing something without you. I think they’re starting to understand when you’re away, which is sweet but a little heartbreaking too. Anyway, I just wanted you to know that we love you, and we can’t wait to have you back home. Sleep well if you get a chance, okay? And call us if you can. Goodnight, Aaron.”

Night Two

“Hi, love. I don’t want to bother you if you’re resting, but I just wanted to hear your voice. It’s been a long day here, but Jack was such a trooper—he had his first soccer game, and he scored a goal! He kept saying, ‘Dad would have cheered the loudest,’ and you know what? He’s probably right. You’re on his mind a lot, even though he’s trying to be brave. And our little one fell asleep holding onto one of your old shirts. They wouldn’t let go, like they can feel you in it. It makes me feel close to you too, somehow. I hope you’re holding up, my love. I miss you so much. We’ll be here, waiting. Goodnight, sweetheart.”

Night Three

“Hey, baby. Just wanted to say goodnight. Jack’s out cold after an evening of running around like a maniac—he wanted to show our little one how to play hide and seek. They kept calling your name like they thought you’d pop up in the next hiding spot. They both miss you so much, but I think it’s safe to say I might miss you even more tonight. I’m keeping the bed warm, and your pillow’s already waiting for you. Sleep tight if you can, and remember we’re all sending you so much love. Goodnight, Aaron. Dream of coming home to us soon.”

Night Four

“Hi, honey. It’s me again. I know it’s silly, but I can’t help leaving these voicemails. It makes me feel like I’m tucking you in from afar. Jack fell asleep with a book he swears he’s saving to read with you. And the little one was asking for ‘Da-da’ all night, every time they woke up. We’re all counting down the days, my love. This house feels a little emptier without you, but we’ll fill it up with love until you’re back. Goodnight, my heart. Be safe, and know we’re waiting right here, just as you left us. All my love.”

[AN: had this idea while on my road trip. hope you guys enjoy. and of course, the link to my taglist]

[bbearthyy]

B!TCH IM A MOTHER

Yah i’m back with another TWD blurb. this has plot at least. sorta. anyways no TW cause i don’t think it’s necessary but if anyone finds something i might need to put a warning for lemme know. this is first person POV tho. it was kinda hard to write in an x reader format.

{•_•}

am i a mother? absolutely i am. have i given birth to any children? well…no.

i’m not even completely sure when it started.

maybe it was at the farm. when i was fussing at daryl about taking care of himself and accepting help.

“dammit daryl when are you going to accept the fact that we care about you?! i get it, okay? seriously i do. better than anyone. it’s hard to accept love when you’ve never felt it before. but i, along with the rest of the group, don’t want you on your own anymore. please, just let us help you.” daryl just stared at me silently for a while, trying desperately to ignore the tears in his eyes. i couldn’t tell if the tears were from my words or because i yelled at him, in front of the entire group no less. but he didn’t take too long to respond. a mumbled “yes, mama,” fell from his lips, before he was walking to his separate camp to bring his belongings inside with the rest of us.

or maybe it was after the fact, when we were on the road after the barn fell.

when we had found a small river and the women were cleaning ourselves and i insisted the men let me fix their hair. glenn laughed with a mumbled, “sorry, mom,” when he splashed me with the water. i gave him a harsh flick on the back of his ear, “don’t do it again, glenn.”

or maybe it was before all of that, when we had first formed our group.

“merle dixon if you scare these children like that again i swear i’ll beat you black and blue!” the redneck knew better than to bother the children, yet he’d snuck up on them today, jumping out from behind a tree and roaring at them. he just chuckled at my comment, as if he couldn’t take me seriously. “what are you, my mother?” but his laughter quickly faded when he saw the look on my face, ducking his head and walking away silently.

anyways, whenever it began, i didn’t really mind it. the word didn’t hold any serious meaning behind it, simply used in a joking manner. until it was serious. until we were in the prison and carl came running into my cell crying every time he had a nightmare, when he would sob so hard he couldn’t breathe and i’d just shush him and hold him, rocking gently side to side. when he started mumbling “goodnight mama” or “love you mama” or “sweet dreams mama” before falling unconscious. when he’d say, “thanks mom,” when i brushed his hair every morning or when i helped him with words he didn’t know while reading or consoled him after an argument with his dad.

when i’d clean daryl’s injuries every time he got hurt on a run. and in the quiet solitude of my cell he’d let a couple silent tears fall from how gently i took care of him. and when i’d kiss his forehead and send him on his way after, he’d wipe his tears and whisper a barely audible, “thanks ma,” on his way out.

and when the people of woodbury joined the prison and carl was given the job of introducing everyone to our group. and not a single soul could remember my name, but they knew that i was mom or mama or whatever mother figure they needed me to be.

and when nights got too quiet and rick couldn’t handle the weight of the world on his shoulders, and i’d walk into his cell and he’d fall to his knees in front of me. he’d press his face into my stomach while he cried, and i’d run my fingers through his hair and whisper soft reassurances. and through his tears he’d cry, “i just can’t do it mama, it’s too much.” and i’d rock him too, and praise him gently, the same soft way i cared for his son.

and when the prison fell and the group met back together at terminus. and i was in a train cart with people i knew and people i didn’t. and when the introductions came to an end and all heads turned to me. and i was quiet for a moment until carl pointed and said “that’s mama. everyone calls her that. don’t ask her name ‘cause she’ll tell you a fake one since um b’cause she doesn’t know you.” and those that did know me nodded in agreement.

and maybe i did care, maybe the weight of the word pressed heavy on my chest because i knew i couldn’t have children of my own. but i had plenty of people to care for anyways. i had my own family. and i was a mama. whether they were mine or not.

[e77y]

The visceral and hungering loneliness is back. You know what that means! Bedtime

[carrotsworld]

missed connections

pairings: tbz eric x reader

word count: 1.2k

in where eric accidentally connects to his soulmate from another reality— a reality where soulmates doesn’t exist

the stars look a little brighter when you’re around.

@deoboyznet

“explain.”

“there are many ways that can connect two people as soulmates. maybe bruises appear on the same place your soulmate was hurt, or that weird feeling appearing in your chest and you have no idea why, i apparently got the telepathy one.”

“the only problem is that soulmates don’t exist. all the work must be taking its toll on me. i’m imagining stuff.”

“i swear i’m not a figment of your imagination! you can check my insta eric.is.youngjae. i swear i’m real.”

you relented, going on your phone, and typing in the exact username he gave you.

your eyes widened. there was no way your brain could’ve generated a random existing username.

“do you happen to have three million followers on instagram?

“what do you mean? are you sure you’ve typed in the correct username?”

“positive. it says here that you’re in a korean boy group called the boyz.”

“impossible. i’ve never left LA. plus three million followers? sounds a bit far-fetched to me.”

“are you sure you’re not the one hallucinating instead?”

“you tell me. how in the world would i have three million followers?”

“why are you asking me?”

“right. so you’re telling me soulmates don’t exist for you and my username on instagram has three million followers.”

you ignored his statement, searching online to find out more about this person who eric said wasn’t him.

“it says here that this guy has a right tattooed on his left feet and a left tattooed on his right. who does that?”

silence.

“hello?”

“shit. that’s me.”

“so you’re telling me that you come from a reality where soulmates exist, and you accidentally connected to one from a different reality? and in this reality you’re some korean idol which you totally know nothing about.”

“more or less.”

you could almost hear the shrug in his voice.

“the question is, how do i get rid of this connection?”

“i’m offended.”

“i’m not the one who accidentally connected telepathically to a soulmate from a different reality. plus, i don’t want somebody intruding my thoughts twenty four seven.”

“ouch.”

“does the intruding your soulmate’s thoughts work both ways?”

“uh-uh. not gonna answer that question.”

“so it does.”

silence.

“it says here you used up your dorm’s grocery money to stock up on mango juice… is it true?”

“they loved mango juice too! i swear that both of us are exactly the same… the only difference is that all his embarrassing stories are publicly announced.”

“it also says here that you are in a group with 10 other people.”

“by any chance, is the oldest called sangyeon? lee sangyeon.”

“yup.”

“that just confirms my point. those 10 other people? they are my dorm mates. some of them are exchange students from korea, which explains their korean nationality. like jaehyun hyung and juyeon hyung.”

“huh. you mean hyunjae?”

“yeah. he’s also using that nickname in your reality. there are two jaehyuns in our basketball team, so he picked up this nickname to differentiate himself from the other jaehyun.”

“oh.”

“you don’t sound surprised.”

“i think the similarities between your reality and mine is the least surprising part of our conversation.”

“does the fact that you have a soulmate in a reality where it doesn’t exist more shocking?”

“maybe. and also the fact that someone is talking to me telepathically. and i’m not actually going crazy.”

you paused.

“what now?”

“i don’t really know. this has never happened before. not that i know of anyways.”

you switched off your laptop and looked at the clock on your study table. 11:02pm. you yawned.

“is it late for you over there?”

“not really. it’s eleven right now.”

“go get some sleep. i’ll ask my hyungs about it and will let you know when you’re awake.”

“okay. goodnight eric.”

“goodnight y/n. sweet dreams.”

“did you sleep well?”

“mmhm.” you hummed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. morning came way too fast for you.

“did you manage to find out anything else from your hyungs yesterday?”

“they didn’t believe me at first, so it took me a lot of convincing that i wasn’t hallucinating.”

“sounds about right.”

“are you normally this feisty at six in the morning?”

“sorry. just not a morning person. continue.”

“anyways sangyeon hyung said to maybe try meeting the ‘you’ in my reality to transfer the telepathic connection to her.”

he paused.

“let’s meet in seoul.”

“what?”

“if your reality is not so different from mine, it means the timeline is almost exactly the same. you were planning a trip to seoul next month right? i’ll book a flight. just tell me the dates, i could meet my reality ‘you’ at the same places.”

“and in my reality?”

“about that. your eric sounds a little bit unpredictable. i have no idea where he is right now. you might or might not be able to meet him.”

“this connection will be transferred to her as soon as you meet her right?”

“theoretically.”

“okay. let’s do it.”

it wasn’t your first time travelling to seoul, but this time it felt different. the streets were lined up with cherry blossoms.

“have you arrived in seoul yet?”

you wouldn’t admit it, but you were slowly getting used to eric’s voice in your head the past month.

“yeah. you?”

“it’s gonna take me a couple more hours before i land.”

“i’ll be walking around the city by then. let me know once you do. i’ll tell you roughly where i should be.”

“i’ll be catching up on some sleep. don’t miss me too much.”

“i won’t.” as if.

“where are you?”

“seoul tower.”

“you mean namsan?”

“yup.”

“you didn’t climb all the way up, did you?”

“i did. i got a little lost finding the entrance though.”

“i’m on my way.”

“the view up here is really pretty.”

“i know. first time?”

“yeah. i’m by the side where all the locks are. it really does look like how it does in the movies.”

“i’m here. wait. i think i see you. are you dressed in blue cardigan drinking strawberry milk all by yourself?”

“not the best phrasing, but yes.”

“i’m approaching ‘you’ right now.”

“hey. i just wanted to say that if this connection between us really stops, it was really fun talking to you. it just sucks that you’re in the wrong reality.”

“ditto.”

“okay. so here goes nothing.”

“eric?”

silence.

“eric?”

no answer.

you felt a pang in your chest. it’s better like this.

you turned your head to see someone dressed head to toe in black, hanging a small pink lock amidst the already full railing.

that’s cute. though you wondered why he came alone.

“the view is pretty nice up here.”

you snapped your head up to the sound of the voice. “huh?”

“first time?”

you nodded. “yeah.”

he smiled at you. “i’ve been up here more times than i can count. it’s nice to clear my head here.”

he looked too familiar. and then it clicked. your eyes widened.

“have we met before?” he asked. “it feels like i know you.”

you shook your head. “i’m a fan.”

“oh? thank you. i’m honoured.”

he nervously scratched the back of his neck. “i can take you out for a drink if you like, as a treat, a thank-you for supporting me and my group. if you’re still up for it, of course.” he gestured to your empty strawberry milk box.

you smiled. “i would love to. do you know any good places around here?”

“sure. i know some around here. drinks or coffee?”

“by any chance, do you know a good place where we can get mango juice?”

“definitely.”

[jusst-you-race]

Conversation/Texts between Jenson and Nico where Princess Cake is canon

this is definitely early in the development of what goes on with them (because i think they're canon in some way)... hope you enjoy it anyway! for the ccc snippet prompts

Jenson you up?

Nico You did not just ‘you up’ me 

Jenson hey it got your attention 

Nico Well I’m not up, thank you very much 

I am in bed goodnight 

Jenson okay I’m sorry I’m sorry 

would you prefer a heyyy

Nico You behave like a teenage boy 

What do you want Jenson?

Jenson maybe I just want to talk to you 

is that allowed?

Nico About what?

Jenson I don’t know 

anything 

just want to talk to you 

Nico Oh 

Well I guess that’s okay 

Jenson yeah? you’ll tolerate that will you?

Nico Mm. For the moment 

Jenson so what are you wearing

Nico Oh my god 

Jenson twenty questions?

Nico I will not hesitate to block you

Jenson sorry 

you’re fun to tease 

I like imagining your pretty little frown 

Nico Are you drunk?

Jenson maybe a little bit 

Nico Charming

Jenson like now I bet you’re doing that pout you do

Nico I feel like I should be offended 

Jenson I imagine you a lot really

more than I should 

Nico If you text me just because you are drunk and horny then I am not in the mood 

Jenson I didn’t even mean it like that 

I swear

shit sorry I’m being an ass 

I just mean I think about you 

a lot 

that sounds creepy 

bugger it all 

ignore me Nico 

Nico No no, go on I’m enjoying watching you dig yourself a hole 

Jenson you’re really captivating you know?

Nico Big word for a drunk man 

Jenson yeah well it’s not a recent thought I’ve had 

Nico I’m not sure anyone’s called me that before 

Jenson shame really 

and you’re very pretty too 

pretty like a princess

Nico Alright I think it’s bed time for you 

Jenson aw 

yeah you’re probably right 

i'm going to be embarrassed about this in the morning already

better not make it worse

goodnight pretty princess

sweet dreams xx

Nico You’re ridiculous 

Goodnight JB x

[cheeeeseburger]

Dream girl Part 7

Next part

Sidney Crosby x Reader

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A/N: What is this, another part on the same night, with a third one on the way? I'm on fireeeeee. Anyway, English is not my first language, enjoy!

Quickly, you and Sidney fell into a routine. He made you breakfast in the morning; you packed him snacks with a little note. The note was usually a joke, and it always made him smile.

At night, when he was not busy playing in another city, the two of you would cook dinner together. He knew you hate touching raw meat, so he cut the chicken while you seasoned the veggies. Sidney thinks his life was meant to look like that.

But he also noticed the way your eyes watered when you looked at your cellphone, or how you avoided attending his games in person. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who the texts were from and who you were not looking forward to see again.

So far, you had managed to hide to your boyfriend that you were living with Sidney. The rookie still thought you were living with your friend. The captain just wanted to scream it to the world, but you wouldn’t let him, afraid of creating drama, especially since the playoffs were soon approaching. The rookie still thought you were living with your friend, and you let him believe that.

Sidney’s feelings were as strong as ever, but he wasn’t sure about yours. He knew for a fact they were there because of your promise to him, but also because he noticed them in the heat charged gazes you sent him and the way your eyes would trail his mouth, his jaw, his chest.

For his sake and the sake of your relationship (which was nothing but your two names on a dotted line because of the condo), you two established nonofficial limits. Of course, there had been moments when those rules were nearly broken, but how could they not, when two consenting adults were crazy for the other and living under the same roof?

The Penguins had just won the game, and Sidney was on fucking fire. It felt good to win, but it felt even better knowing you would be waiting at home for him.

When he did come home, though, you were not waiting for him in the living room like you usually did. Instead, he heard vague noises coming from upstairs.

“Sweet? Are you okay?” He nearly ran upstairs and knocked on your door.

“Uh, yeah. Just a second, please!” After a minute or two, you opened the door, a slight flush on your cheeks. “Hey, Sid. Congrats on the game. You played so well. That second goal was phenomenal.” Okay, you were definitely blushing and avoiding looking at him.

Suddenly, he recognized those sounds. You had made similar ones back when you and the rookie were still living together in his basement. The noises, the light layer of sweat, the blushing, it all made sense: you were touching yourself, and hopefully, you were thinking about him while doing it.

“Thanks, sweet. Glad you saw it. I just wanted to check up on you. I’m going to let you finish now.” He said that last part with a wink. Busted. You turned crimson. He was grinning from ear to ear.

“Um, yeah. I’m going to do that. Goodnight!” You nearly shut the door in his face. He heard you say “oh my god” repeatedly under your breath. Sidney chuckled. He was secretly glad you closed the door so quickly because he wouldn’t have been able to hide his erection any longer.

He entered his own bedroom, not fully closing the door. His hand was immediately in his pants. Knowing that you were doing the same thing basically next door did it for him. None of you knew, but you finished at the same time.

Sidney avoided the rookie at all costs in the locker room without it being too obvious. It took all of his self-control to not punch the defenseman in the face when he talked shit about his girlfriend that refused to talk to him. In his mind, he had done nothing wrong. Fucking idiot.

One Tuesday, while he was brushing his teeth, you came into the bathroom and sat on the counter. It was clear it was a rough night for you. Your phone had been blowing up all night and he heard you curse your boyfriend’s name. Sidney just wished you would break up with him. He did not know why you refused to, even though you would clearly never get back with him ever again. You acted like you were taken anyway, never daring to cross a line with Sidney. It was not his place to comment, but it was starting to burden him. He wanted to understand, but the old posts on your social media of your perfect relationship were a constant reminder.

“I wish I could be your mistress.” He nearly spit out his toothpaste. “What?”

“Yeah. That way, I wouldn’t be cheating on anyone.” Honestly, that was a pretty cheap thing to say. It was selfish and you only said it out of misery.

“But I would have to cheat on someone, and I would never do that to anyone.” Maybe his tone was cold, because your eyes misted immediately.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, Sid. I just meant that I want us to be together, but I can’t cheat on him either.”

“Then why don’t you break off with him?” The words came out harsher than he intended them to.

“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know! It’s so stupid, but I can’t bring myself to, and he only wants to have me back. I know he’s awful to me, but he was my first love, and I always imagined we would get married someday, you know? I guess I’m waiting for a good reason, even though I have an endless list of reasons why!” Tears welled up in your eyes.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, okay? I’m sorry for saying that. I guess I’m just impatient, and maybe a little bit hurt.”

“Oh Sidney, I’m so, so sorry. You have to hang on to my promise, because I will stay true to it. I never wanted to hurt you. It won’t be long, I swear. I want you, Sidney Crosby. Will you wait for me a while more?”

He sighed softly. “Of course I will, my love. I’ll always wait for you.”

To seal the deal, you softly pressed your lips on him. At first, he was too shocked to do anything, but Sidney quickly returned the gesture with a soft kiss. He shared the taste of the toothpaste with you. A few seconds or minutes later, you pulled away shyly.

“Goodnight, Sidney.” You jumped of the counter and Sidney watched you leave the room in awe, his feelings even more conflicted than before. At least, you had given him hope.

The next day, the note on his snack was a kiss. Like an actual kiss made with your lipstick. He pinned it proudly in his locker.

[nieceeee]

"DATE NIGHT"

P/S: "So how was the date" babydaddy!eren x reader once she makes it home from her night out.

W/C: 1388

A/N: Okay this is so fluffy and emotional, Rennie is such a freaking sweetheart and reader is a roller-coaster of emotions, y'all asked or part two so here we go! if I do a part 3 it may be from Eren's point of view and what happens when he makes it home to his girlfriend after staying all night at his baby mama's house...

today will definitely be a double drop day for all the love because we love sweet Rennie but daddy Rennie is a whole different vibe!

also I usually write from first person POV so if you see and I or ME that's what that is, let me know if y'all care about that and if y'all want to read in that POV.

Previous Fic: Let Me Help

Part One: Its Better This Way

All throughout the night, you try your best to focus on the man sitting in front of you but you mind refuses to think about anything other than the father of your child. You hope that the nice man who invited you to dinner wouldn't notice the way your eyes shifted. The way you lose interest in the fact that his eyes weren’t that emerald green you loved so much. “So yes, what about you?” his voice cut in. Your eyes widened slightly as you registered the question. “Oh, I’m just testing the waters on life.” you responded smoothly. He smiled and continued talking, unaware of your lack of interest. 

“Thank you again for tonight. It was very nice.” you muster the strength to say to your date as he walks you to your car. “You’re welcome. Hopefully, we can get together again some time.” He questions hopefully. Not likely you think to yourself but you smile anyway. “One day.” You shrug slightly. He opens the driver side door for you and allows you to step inside. “Goodnight.” you say unable to bring yourself to give him a gentle peck on the cheek of appreciation or even a simple hug. Thankfully he doesn't press the matter, simply providing you a small nod  of gratitude as he steps out of your way. You  pull out of the parking lot and turn onto the road.

 “Hey Siri, call Rennie.” you say as you pull up to a red light. He picks up on the second ring. “Yeah?” His sleepy voice vibrates through the speaker of the phone sending an unnecessary chill down your spine. You clear your throat slightly, hoping to relieve the tension. “I’m headed home. You still there?” you ask. You try your best to mask the hopefulness in your voice as you ask the question. “Yeah, I’m here. Just got little man down and I guess I dozed off with him.” He answered quietly. A small smile tugged at your lips as the image popped into your head. “Okay be there soon.” A little cry sounded in the background. “I think he heard your voice.” Eren said, chuckling softly. You hear him shuffling to standing and the gentle hitch in his breath as he leans down to pick up your child. “It’s okay little man. Daddy’s got you. Mommy will be home soon.” He whispered to him. “I’ll be there in 10.” you say before disconnecting the call. You rush as fast as you can back to your apartment. 

Turning into the driveway, you cut the engine and locked your doors. Your mother’s car wasn’t here anymore. You quickly make your way to the front door, unlocking it and stepping inside. Quietly shutting it behind you and making sure it was locked, you clack your way up the steps to your bedroom. The nursery door is open when you get up there. You peek in to see Eren slowly rocking your son, smiling down at him. Your heart lurches slightly in your chest at the sight. You take a slow step back to collect yourself but he looks up and sees you, those eyes you had been dreaming about on your date meeting yours, before you could turn around and go to your room. “Hey.” He smiles. “Hi. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your quality time.” you say. “All good. I was just laying him back down. You need to go get changed and everything? I don't mind waiting on you to finish up.” He offers. He leans over and places your child gently back into his crib. “Yeah, I won't be long.” you say. He follows you into your room, closing the door gently behind him. 

“So how was the date?’ He asks leaning against the doorframe, arms crossing over his chest. Two pulses shoot down through your core but you shift your eyes away slowly. You plop down on the bed in a huff. “That good, huh?” He teases, walking over to kneel in front of you. The image of him on his knees before you bringing up long lost memories as you swallow hard. You take a slow breath to focus on the current moment. “You don’t have to do that.” you say softly. “Yeah, I know.” He responds. His warm hands wrap around your ankle as he carefully slips your heels off, placing them down by the foot of the bed. Then he gently holds your foot in his hand, massaging the swollen parts. You sigh quietly at the relief of his fingers working into the aches of your arches. He carefully rubbed the knots from both feet before releasing you. “Thank you.” you whisper. A gentle smile tugs at his lips. “Go, take a bath, get changed. I’ll be here when you get out.” He says standing back up and going back to the nursery.

You grab some clothes and make your way into the bathroom, trying not to think too much about what just happened, the warmth of his hands still lingering against your skin as you turn the water on and step inside. After you have cleaned yourself up and done your nighttime routine, you walk back towards your bedroom. He is sitting on the bed, your child in his arms waiting patiently. “He must be hungry.” you say walking to the bed. Eren stands as you toss the covers aside and scoot onto the mattress. You prop yourself up against the pillows and Eren hands you your nursing pillow. You press it into place and Eren reaches down and lays your child on top. He turns away towards the wall to allow you to unsnap your bra and let c/n latch. 

“All good.” You clear your throat, alerting him to turn back and face you. “So, the date?” He asks again, taking that same spot in front of you on the bed. “I don't know. I mean he seemed nice but…” you pause, not able to tell him that the real reason you couldn't enjoy your date was that he was on your mind the entire time. “I just don't think I’m ready. Not now anyway.” you say shifting your gaze down to the bundle you held in your arm. “Understandable.” he reaches over and gives your knee a gentle squeeze. “It will happen in time. Don’t rush yourself. But also, give yourself grace. It’s okay to get back out there.” He encourages you. Your chest tightens with emotions but you mask it with a soft smile. You both sit in each other's company, the soft fan and the suckling of a child the only noises being made.

After c/n is done feeding, you burp and change him and Eren lays him back down in the crib. He places a gentle kiss to his forehead before whispering something slightly to him.  You stand at the doorway, waiting to walk him out.  You both walk to the living room in silence but he pauses at the door. “Babydoll...” he calls softly. “Yeah?" Eren turns to you, a longing glossy look in his eyes. Your heartbeat speeds up and a lump forms in your throat. “Do you think?” he pauses, trying to figure out if he should ask but he chooses to push through the anxiousness. “Do you think one day this would have worked?” He asks. You are at a loss for words. You hadn’t really discussed how things ended with you since that day you left him standing in the mall with her. “E, I-..” You didn't know how to respond. He drops his head slowly and a sharp pain hits your chest. “I get it.” He responds, voice barely above a whisper. You open your mouth to speak again but he simply pulls you into a hug. You rest your head against his chest, finding solace in his warmth and steadiness in the rhythm of his heartbeat. After what felt like seconds, he reluctantly pulls back and plants a kiss on your forehead. “Ren…” you start. “Goodnight my sweet babydoll.” He whispers before turning and walking out the door. You lock the door behind him before leaning back against it. You don't realize the tears are falling until you feel your butt hitting the floor and drops sliding from your face down to your arms.