#Prompt writing

[chaotic-orphan]

Concussed villain gets kidnapped?

Villain showed up on Hero’s doorstep, heaving in breaths as they slammed their fist on the door. Their arm was ridiculously heavy, and it took everything in them to throw it mercilessly against the wooden door. The effects were meagre knocks that Villain prayed Hero would hear.

If Hero was even home.

What if they were working tonight? Fuck, why didn’t Villain think of that? Their head was pounding so they rested their forehead against the cool wood, letting out a shaky, shallow breath, trying not to anger the fire in their ribs. Blood continued to trickle from their hairline down over their eyes and dripping onto their cheeks.

That wasn’t good.

They heard footsteps behind the door and Villain almost broke down there and then, relief flooding them like a tsunami of feeling, washing away everything that was keeping Villain upright. Tears poured down their cheeks at the thought of safety, hero looking after them… their hero. They could tell them about Superhero’s plans.

They could tell them… Villain put a hand against the door and pushed themselves backwards. They would’ve fallen if not for the arm that snaked around their waist. Villain blinked dumbly and glanced down. Arm around—?

Before they cry out or scream in warning a hand clamped over their mouth and Villain was ripped away from the door and into the shadows. Villain thrashed, struggling in their attacker’s grip, all their screams and cries muffled to nothing but silent pleas.

The door opened and Villain’s struggles renewed but Hero wouldn’t be able to see them from here. Hero wouldn’t know they were even there!

“Hello?” Hero asked into the darkness and Villain whimpered against the hands holding them in an iron cage. Villain threw their body forward, back, trying to dislodge their attackers arms but they didn’t budge even a little.

“If you want Hero to continue to draw breath, Villain, you’ll come quietly.”

Villain froze at the voice. That was… Superhero… the reason why Villain was in this state in the first place. Villain’s struggles renewed as Hero stepped out of their house. If they could even sense something was amiss so close to them then they would investigate. Hero would have to investigate, right? And Hero was in danger too!

Villain had to warn them, they had to!

“Hello?” Hero asked, a note of agitation creeping into their voice.

I’m here! Villain wanted to scream. Hero please! I’m right here.

A pinch in their neck and Villain’s fruitless struggles seized, their blood running cold. They flinched as cold liquid was pushed into their neck. No… no, no, no, no. “That’s it, Villain,” Superhero whispered. “Don’t fight it.”

The hazy world blurred even more and Villain fell back against Superhero’s chest, the fight leaving them almost instantly. What did Superhero drug them with?

Their eyelids shut and Villain forced them back open, with a gargantuan effort. The last thing they saw was Hero frown and close the door before their entire world faded to black in the arms of their enemy.

[leclercinvegas]

FEARLESS - instagram au

who: mick schumacher x vettle!reader

author's note: tbh he is the whole reason i'm starting this series. tbh idk what era mick is in for this imagine, but just go with it. also some of my fav other people are in this cause i thought it would have been cute. pretend the last pic is mick instead of pierre

summary: everyone can see the spark between the childhood best friends.

warnings: none

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mickschumacher: being home means angie playtime

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user1: awww his dog is so cute!

user2: i want to steal her

ynvettle: please tell angie i miss her so much.

mickschumacher: you were here literally 15 minutes ago

ynvettle: your point? im coming over again.

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ynvettle: cause she doesn't get your humor like i do

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landonorris: you got a dog, any reason why?

user3: shes literally so gorgeous

yourbestfriend: you're my dorothea

mickschumacher: where are my photo credits for 3 of these pictures.

ynvettle: up my butt

mickschumacher: very mature yn

ynvettle: why thank you mr schumacher

jackhughes: come back to the lake house

ynvettle: ill be there in 2 weeks dont worry and im bringing a friend if thats okay

jackhughes: most definitely, the more the merrier

user4: jack and mick meetup? are my worlds colliding?

trevorzegras: you better visit soon

ynvettle: well if you're at the lake house ill see you then you silly goose

jamie.drysdale: i miss you y/n

ynvettle: i miss you more jamjam

user5: since when has y/n known all these hockey players?

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mickschumacher: made some new friends and new memories too

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jackhughes: please come back next summer

mickschumacher: @ynvettle look i made a good impression! i would love to come back!

ynvettle: i figured you would make a good impression. i dont know why you were so worried

user7: oh my god. lake house. mick and y/n. with y/n's friends. things are happening. idk what things are but they're happening

ynvettle: i had the time of my life with you. im so glad you got to meet everyone :)

user8: please tell me thats y/n in the firework picture. please.

sebastianvettle: staying safe i hope

mercedesamgf1: hope you're having fun mick!

trevorzegras: come back mick mouse please.

yourbestfriend: hm interesting choice of pictures mick

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ynvettle: wild hockey boys at candian gp

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ynvettle: come feel this magic i've been feeling since i met you, can't help it if there's no one else <3

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mickschumacher: its been years in the making

jackhughes: oh my god finally.

sebastainvettle: i knew this was going to happen at some point. @mickschumacher treat her well.

trevorzegras: please tell me mick mouse asked you and you didnt ask him

ynvettle: thats a secret that ill never tell

jamie.drysdale: i miss you again

ynvettle: ill come back soon or you could always come here jamjam

yourbestfriend: your friends to lovers dream has come true

mickschumacher: what??

ynvettle: why did you have to say that.

[wambsgansshoelaces]

prompt number 4 with shivvy please 😇

Honey

Prompt: “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

Siobhan Roy x Reader

summary: cuddles, baked goods, and insecurity

okay so a few things… this is my favorite fic I’ve ever written. I’m sorry that it’s so much shorter than everything else, but I’m sooo proud of it I love it so much it’s my little baby

I wrote way beyond the prompt, so I hope you don’t mind xx I was just making myself feel better haah xx

anon, thank you so much for requesting <3 I love you and I hope you love it xxx

tw for weight and eating talk. you’re beautiful, I love you, and you deserve the world, reader <3

Word Count: 1.628k

“Come on, babe, just give me another half hour.”

You’re perched on your girlfriend’s desk as she works. Shiv’s been here, at the Waystar office, since six in the morning. It’s now eleven P.M.

“You’ve been here for way too long,” you point out. She doesn’t say anything, absorbed in whatever it is she’s working on on her computer. “I wanna go home.” You pout at her, trying to earn some sympathy.

She heaves a sigh, going to type something. “Then go home.” Her voice comes out harsh, and you wince. She’s been overworking herself for weeks. You know she doesn’t mean to be snappy- it just happens to her. She gets overwhelmed, she gets frustrated, and she’s still working on being able to regulate her emotions when they’re negative. You frown at her from your spot on the corner of her desk. She stops herself, taking a short breath. “I’m sorry. I just really need to finish this stuff.” She rolls her chair closer to you and leans up, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss before going back to work.

“Love, what’re you even working on?” you ask softly, moving to hook your fingers around hers. She smiles, but keeps her eyes trained on her laptop.

“Just some campaign things. They need to be done before tomorrow afternoon, and I have meetings all morning…” She fiddles with one of the rings on your pointer finger.

“Look, do you know you really can’t wrap up now?”

“No, really, babe, I have to get this done-”

She’s interrupted by the noise you make sliding off her desk. “I’m sorry, it’s just- I’ve been here all day, Shiv. You have, too, and if you’re not going to come home with me…”

“What? You’re going? No, No.” She looks up at you, brow furrowed. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

“Siobh-”

“Come on.”

With a sigh and dumb smile on your face, you go over and deposit yourself into her lap. She strokes up and down your thigh with one hand, reaching around you with the other. She sets her head on your shoulder and she continues to peer at whatever it is she’s doing.

You lean back into her, strangely content. You turn your head far enough to be able to kiss the side of her temple. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” she murmurs into your shirtsleeve. “You know, I like this.” Her hand shifts from your thigh to the side of your neck, her fingers hunting for a strand of hair to play with. She twists a soft lock around her fingers, pressing a lazy kiss into your shoulder.

"So, how's Weston doing?" you ask with a smirk on your face. You'd met him at one of her work parties, and she swore up and down that she had nothing to do with him. You believe her, obviously. You know she's only interested in you. But you know Weston's into her, and she's oblivious.

"He's been acting... strange lately. I think you scared him," she says, lips brushing over your neck. You laugh. You enjoy teasing her like this. You know she doesn't take it personally. She's just happy she gets to spend time with you, see you laughing, see your face split into that radiant fucking smile of yours.

"Ha! Good." You nuzzle into her, using your hips to burrow further into her lap. You can feel the heat rush through her body, her hand clamping down on your side. It's only a matter of seconds before her attention is off of you, to your dismay. "Shiv," you whine. "Enough work for the night. Please? For me?"

She lets out an airy sigh, pressing a kiss onto the back of your head, into your hair. “I’m sorry. Let’s go home.”

You take her chin and guide her mouth to yours.

She makes a satisfied noise against your lips. She tastes like honey. Honey crafted by Dionysus for one of his wines. She groans deeply when you shift in her lap, unintentionally grinding against her.

You get to your feet, Shiv following after packing up her things. Her computer bag slung over her shoulder and her hand in yours, she drags you through the parking garage. “Do you really have to go to work tomorrow?”

“What kind of question is that?” She pauses to toss her stuff into the back seat of your car while you climb into the driver’s seat. “But no. I’ll stay home. I know you have the day off.” She gives you a peck before you start driving.

God, you love staying home with her. Your life became infinitely better when you moved in with her. You were both so madly in love with one another. Life was in color when you were with you, in black and white when you weren’t.

Before she disappears into the bathroom to begin her nightly routine, she kisses you deeply. You’re sure you can get drunk off of the way she tastes alone. She tastes like pure sunlight. Like liquid gold.

She’s stressed, she has so much on her mind, so much to do. It’s getting late, but you want to do something for her. If you hurry, you think you can have your plan neatly executed before she’s inclined to go to sleep. As fast as you can, you find the spare dough from the last time you did this for her. You quickly roll everything out, shaping the cinnamon buns, and have a glaze and frosting made. You pour honey over the dough so that when you bite into the buns, the honey oozes out, warm and sweet. You dip them in the glaze and you have them in the oven under the half hour.

Shiv strolls out from the bathroom, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. God, her eyes. You can never look away from her eyes. Her silk pajamas leave most of her skin exposed- her supple thighs, her plush arms. Her hips fill out her shorts in a way that makes you embarrassingly hot and bothered. She's a goddess walking on earth unworthy of her. You want to drop everything you're doing in your life to just do whatever the fuck she asks of you. To spend the rest of your days with her. She's so fucking beautiful and you can't believe she's committed herself to you. You just love her so much. You feel so fucking lucky.

“What’s baking?” she asks, cuddling up to you on the couch. “It smells nice.” She takes your arm and puts it around her. Her cheek presses into your shoulder. She’s blinking back sleep, but she’s holding on. Anything to spend more time with you.

“Your favorite,” you murmur back.

“Are you sure? It’s late,” she says unconvincingly, looking up at you with a dreamy look on her face.

“You should treat yourself, Shivvy,” you tell her. Your expression is one loaded with affection. You hope you two never have to separate.

She kisses you quickly. “I love you.” Soon enough, your timer rings, and you get up to get the honey cinnamon buns out of the oven. She hovers over you as you set the tray on the counter. The steam swirls through the air, twirling between the two of you. Her arms wind around your waist, her head leaning into your neck. “I mean it. You’re the best human being on the planet.”

You kiss the top of her head. “You’re my girl. I’d do anything for you.”

She plants a warm kiss into the crook of your neck before grabbing a plate from the silverware cabinet. “Let’s share one!”

“Oh, uh, you can have it all,” you say quickly.

“No, you too. I can’t eat this all by myself.” She cuts the bun in half, settling both sides on the same plate so you could share. Like you always do.

“Um, I really shouldn’t be having any sugar,” you say meekly. “I’ve been gaining.” You look away, ashamed.

You’ve had issues with your body, with eating, for as long as you can remember. It was embarrassing to admit, but they started and childhood, and no matter how hard you fucking tried, they never went away. Especially as of recently.

Going to the gym, eating healthy. You did it all- or at least you thought it did. But you suppose not, because you were worse off than you started.

“Baby,” Shiv says incredulously. “Gaining? Where? If anything, it’s muscle.” She nudges you with her hip. She can tell when things run deep. This is one of them. “Come on. You can’t actually think you need to lose weight.” When you don’t say anything, she presses on. “Is this a self confidence thing? You’re literally the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life. You’re hips are the sexiest thing-”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, let’s just eat?”

“No, no, I’m solving this issue,” she insists. “I don’t care if you’re a little chubby- which you’re not -because that doesn’t mean anything. You’re healthy, you’re a smoke show, so what’s it fucking matter?”

She drops the knife she was waving around while she spoke, instead coming over to smooth her hands over your jaw and give you a nice, long kiss. She pulls away and presses a fat kiss to the spot just above your belly button.

The two of you eat together, you albeit hesitantly, but she urges you on. You’re glad you have her. She’s everything to you, and you’re everything to her.

When you kiss her the last time for the night, she tastes of what you imagine the rest of your life with her is going to look like.

Honey, pure sunlight, liquid fucking gold.

[autumnsunshine10]

Arrhythmia

Wasted so much damn time

On shackling sentimentality

Breathing in pollutants, irritants

Paying attention to the oblivious

What never pays attention to me

A lottery ticket scratched off too late

Tangled up in fate, so tempting

Attempting not to revert to hate

For myself...I still am worthy of love

At least I use that as a consolation

When the darkness closes in

And I must begin to remend

To fend and fight for every breath

Shaky yet still inhaling/exhaling

Dreams have deserted yet

Something solid is prevailing

Death isn't on the doorstep

If I go down it's teeth and nails

Scrapes and scratches calling card

God it's hard learning to live

To find yourself again

After the heart fails

Prompts: learning to live; paying attention

[bupia]

42 with dew 🌹

Inexperienced Smut Prompts: Dewdrop, Ghoul

"So excited already..."

There's a smut bellow the cut, +18 only, please. (oral sex & fingering; overstimulation) [AFAB!Reader]

"Are you sure about it?" he inquired.

"Y-Yes," you managed to say trying to sound less nervous than you were.

"You know you could ask it to Papa and he would do it for you," he said with a playful giggle escaping his lips.

"I know," you averted your gaze from his, staring at the floor. "But... I really want you to do it."

"If that's what you want," he took a step closer to you, causing your back to colide against the wall of the hallway. "I can help you with it."

Dewdrop got his body pressed on yours, leaning his face down to your neck, taking a deep breath. His hand found it way to your waist, he turned your back to him and pressed his body tighter against yours.

"You're so excited already..." Dewdrop whispered close to your ear. "I can smell it on you."

You turned and looked at him above your shoulder. "I... I can't help."

"I thought you would be a little more nervous," he teased with a grin.

"No, I'm not," you replied, biting your lower lip.

He leaned in and kissed your cheek before whispering, "I want you to know that I'm not going to hurt you."

His words had the effect of making you feel a touch shy, and you nodded in response, your cheeks tinted with a hint of a blush.

"I... I know."

"You don't sound too sure of it," he said playfully. "Are you sure you want me to do it?"

You turned your body to look at him, face-to-face. You sighed and leaned against him.

"I just don't know what to expect," you answered honestly.

"Should we..." he paused, taking a deep breath. "Move to my quarters, so you can find out?"

You nodded and he grabbed your hand. You followed him down the hall towards a door, his quarters door. When you walked into the room, you were surprised by how small it was. The bed almost took up most of the space. A dresser stood against the wall and a nightstand next to it.

Dewdrop turned to you. "Feel yourself at home," he told you.

"Thank you," you said shyly.

"Now," he started, slowly removing his mask.

Your gaze remained fixed on him as he took off his mask, allowing his hair to cascade over his shoulder, as though it had materialized from beneath the concealment. In an instant, his yellowish eyes locked onto yours, sparking a fervor within you.

"Get undressed for me," he ordered.

You started to protest but he cut you off with his finger over your lips. "I will not tell you again."

You nodded seeing him smiling. You began to remove your habit, his eyes following every move you made. When you were completely naked, he stepped forward and kissed your deeply. His hot hands roamed over your body causing a contrast to the heat of your own body.

"You feel so good," he whispered in your ear. "Touch you is so good," he continued. "I want to touch you everywhere," he added, pulling away from your lips.

He took your hand on his, leading you to the bed, lying you down. He reached out and ran his fingers through your hair.

"You're so soft..." he commented. "So smooth," he whispered.

Leaning in, he kissed your neck. You moaned softly as he pressed warm kisses on your neck again, this time moving to your collarbone. He kissed and licked every inch of your neck with his forked tongue until he reached your earlobe. He gently sucked it into his mouth, causing you to moan louder.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

"Yes," you replied breathless.

"Good," he grinned. "Because I'm going to make you scream my name."

He slowly kissed his way down your neck, stopping briefly to suck your nipples into his mouth. He moved down further, kissing your belly button. He stopped there and used his tongue to trace a like around it. He then kissed his way down to your core. He looked up at you and smirked.

"It looks like someone else is enjoying this as much as I am," he said.

He slid down, kissing your inner thighs. You could feel his warm breath on your core. He blew softly on it, making you shiver. He continued and flickered his tongue across your arousal. You cried out and he continued to lick and kiss your flesh. He kissed the inside of your tight, avoiding your clit. He stopped there, breathing on you. You whimpered, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter.

"P-Please, dew..."

He blew harder, blowing across your clit. You moaned loudly and he blew harder yet, blowing directly on your clit. Then he slowly ran his tongue along your slit, he slowly licked his way up your slit, pausing to suck each of your folds into his mouth. You felt your legs tremble and instinctively closed them with a fast move. Dewdrop grunt and spread your legs apart in a abrupt move, burring his face in your core.

You gasped as his tongue darted out and licked you. He licked up and down your slit, occasionally flicking your clit with his tongue. You grabbed the sheets with your fists, squirming beneath him, trying to get closer to his mouth. He laughed devilishly and slid two fingers inside you. You whined as he pushed them deep inside you.

"You can beg for it, but we need to get you ready, right?"

You couldn't reply him as he pumped them in and out of you, using his thumb to rub your clit. He pushed them as far inside you as they would go and curled his fingers upward, rubbing your spot. You closed your eyes and moaned louder.

"DEW!" you screamed.

You heard a pleasant chuckle coming from him."I told you I was going to make you scream my name, didn't I?"

He sucked your clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, licking it across the split of his forked tongue, sending shivers of pleasure down your body. Your hips rose off the bed as you couldn't handle it, you came hard. But he didn't stop though. He kept sucking your clit and fingering you, your walls contracting on his fingers.

"Oh- Fuck, Dew! Ye... yes!" you moaned, rolling your eyes to the back of your head. "Don't stop," you begged.

He inserted another finger and increased his pace. You felt another orgasm building. It was like if he knew exactly what to do to bring you to the edge. You screamed his name again, hearing another pleasant chuckle coming from him, and this only made he pumped his fingers faster in and out, hitting your spot.

"D... Dew... Please, I can't take it, please," you whimpered, begging. But the reality is that you didn't want him to stop, not even for a minute.

He sucked harder on your clit, bringing it to his mouth, biting it lightly. Letting it go with a loud pop sound, he growled, rolling his eyes in pleasure. He went removed his fingers inside you, replacing them with his tongue. He licked your core from bottom to top, tasting your juices. He lapped up every drop of your previous orgasm, savoring it.

"Fuck, you have the sweetest taste ever," he said with a husky tone. "How can you be so tasty?"

"Dewdrop! Fuck me!" you yelled.

Dewdrop slid his tongue into your entrance, furiously, thrusting his tongue in and out of you. He licked harder, faster, making you scream in pleasure.

"Please, please, please, I can't do it anymore," you whimpered, arching your back. "Please, I need you, I need you dew!"

He shoved his fingers back inside you and pumped you with them. Using his other hand, he rubbed your clit, creating a mix of sensations between your legs.

"Just one more time," he pleaded. "Cum just one more time for me," he said. "Please, you're doing so well, I need you to cum just once more for me."

"Ah! I... I'm go-Oh! Yes! I'm going to cu-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as your orgasm hit you hard. Your muscles contracted around his fingers. You screamed again, and he removed his fingers, licking your core clean.

"I knew you could do it," he said with a mischievously smile on his lips.

You couldn't utter a word, your chest was moving fast as you tried to breath. He climbed onto you, licking your juice from his lips, slowly growing a devilish on his lips.

"Ready to scream my name even louder now?" he asked.

You locked your gaze on his and squeak as you felt his hardness pressing between your wetness. You nodded and he leaned down, taking your lips in a passionately kiss.

[i-am-trans-gwender]

Writing prompt: Make a story with a setting that has characters who go though a plot.

[xtarmanderx]

I’ve never asked for a refund prompt before… so I hope I do this right? lol

I would love a fic about what you think Tommy’s thoughts were about meeting Buck and/or giving him the harbour tour.

I need you to know I’m roughly 8k into this prompt and possibly closing in on the end? I got stuck writing it from their first meeting and then started at the Harbor tour and decided to merge the two together so it’s taken a while longer. However, I didn’t want you to think I’d forgotten so here’s a snippet!

Tommy’s just coming off a particularly brutal 48 when his phone buzzes with an incoming call. He taps the screen, frowning down at the unknown number and unfamiliar area code. It’s probably a spam call, he’s been getting a lot of those recently now that it’s getting closer to election season. He lets it go to voicemail and doesn’t think twice about it until his phone lights up again, revealing a text from that same unknown number. He unlocks his phone with the full plan to just delete the text without reading it, but the name catches his attention at once.

‘hey! Buck here. Evan. Evan Buckley. you flew us into the hurricane? the 118, not just me and you. anyhow! i was wondering if maybe you would consider giving me a tour of harbor? no pressure or anything. also chim gave me your number, sorry if that’s weird’

Tommy has to read it twice before it sinks in and even then, he still pinches his arm. Setting the phone on his kitchen island, he blows out a small breath and wonders how the hell he got this lucky. He doesn’t often believe in second chances, not when it comes to his own life, but he feels like maybe this is some kind of sign. One that he’s all too eager to follow and explore whatever road it takes him down.

The thing is, Tommy had anticipated his attraction at first sight to disappear. He hadn’t heard from Evan since they’d stolen a helicopter, but it was impossible not to think about the other man. Not when he’d formed a fast friendship with Eddie, who talked about Evan like they were family. Even Eddie’s kid seemed to think the sun shone out of Evan’s ass. How was he supposed to douse the fire of his crush when they kept adding kindling to it?

[distort-t]

ANGST DIALOGUE.

“I didn’t ask for your help, I don’t need your help, matter of fact—why are you even here?!”

”Why can’t you just stay away like I asked?”

”You make things a lot harder than they need to be, you know?”

”I want to feel the love you say you have for me—where is it? I don’t see it, I don’t feel it, is it even there or are you playing me like everyone else?”

”Please.. just stop.”

”I don’t understand you. You put on this act, you pretend like you’re okay, but I see it more than anyone. You’re breaking and you don’t know what to do with yourself.”

”Don’t lie to me.”

”Was it worth it?”

”Please, don’t hurt me more than you already have.”

”I am not fragile! You walk on eggshells around me and expect me not to notice?? The glances between each of you, the hesitation—I see it all! And I hate it!”

”I’m not your pet, you don’t control me. I can do what I want. Do you know how freeing it is to realise I don’t have to go to you for everything?”

”There was a time where I begged to be treated with respect, I will never go back there.”

”In exchange for what? What are you sacrificing that could possibly be worth it?”

”Don’t leave me.” “You know I can’t stay.”

“Please—I know I’m broken, I know I’m damaged, I know I’m not worth a lot—“ “And this is my problem with you! You can never be kind to yourself, can you?”

”You took everything from me.” “And I enjoyed doing so.”

”When will the hurt stop?”

”I only wanted you to love me.”

”You’re insane if you believe I’m going to give up on them.” “But it seems they’ve already given up on you.”

”I’ve tried. Really, I have, but you don’t want the help—so I’m done. I wanted to help you, to see you get better, but I’m not sticking around to watch you destroy yourself.”

”Oh, give it up! You are a pathetic excuse of the person I first met.”

”I stopped believing you would save me a long time ago.”

”How do I know what love is when I never even got it from my parents?”

”You don’t scare me.” “Oh you poor thing, I can see you trembling in your skin.”

”Give up on me.”

“I loved you, a long time ago.”

”I’m not ready to have this conversation.”

”I don’t wanna see you.”

”You hurt me, tear into me until I’m exposed, and you want me to forgive you?”

”I want the best for you, but I don’t want to see it.”

”I’m broken. You broke me.”

”I don’t wanna die.”

”I did everything for you! I did everything you asked of me, I did my best—“ “It wasn’t enough.”

”Maybe if you tried harder, they would still be alive.”

”Your judgement is clouded.” “It’s not—“ “Your love will blind you, believe me. It’s ironic how similar we are.”

”Leave me—I’m only gonna slow you down.” “No way! That’s not an option right now.”

”Have a good time finding peace knowing that I died in your arms hating you”

”It wasn’t your fault.” “You can’t possibly say that.” “I know what they would have wanted, and I know that not wanting you to blame yourself is up there.”

”Give me a break.” “The only break you will get is when you’re dead!”

”I just want my mother to love me.”

”Why did it have to be you?”

”Don’t give up on me.”

”They were right about you.”

”You want someone to love you but you can’t even love yourself. How is that meant to work?”

”Cut the bullshit! You are wasting away in a sea of regret, shame, and self-loathing that you are starting to lack everywhere else. You don’t have the privilege to grieve, not now and definitely not here.”

”How can I hate you when I see parts of myself in your soul?”

”I was kind once. I didn’t have this everlasting hatred towards the world as I do now. Shocking, right?”

”They died because of me, nothing can change that.”

”What else do you want from me? I have already given you everything I am.”

”I wish you would look at me like you look at them.”

—

[eviesaurusrex]

“15. finding excuses to be alone with each other” With Bucky Barnes 🥰

I always do this too but then I get really nervous when it actually happens 😂

I never did that, but it sounds so bloody sweet. I hope you like with what I came up!

Bucky Barnes x (implied) Stark!Reader (sorry)

warnings: fluff, maybe some anxiety and intrusive thoughts by our baby boy, short mention of mind-reading abilities

word count: 1.5k

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The team—consisting of Steve, Sam, Natasha, Clint, and Bucky—had just returned from their mission in the snowy depths of Poland, still partially in their tactical gear, heavy duffle bags thrown over their shoulders or tiredly carried in their hands. Bucky felt as if he could sleep for hours if he hit the bed any time soon, and even thought the nightmares wouldn’t plague him as much as they usually used to, but he couldn’t fool himself that much. Instead, he dreaded the return to the empty bedroom he called his ever since joining his best friend and being out of rehab. He would much more prefer it if he could grab one of the books neatly stacked on the bookshelf—the only furniture, other than his closet, really in constant use—and make himself comfortable in the lounge or in the labs with…—

As the thought struck him, not really out of the blue because he was constantly thinking about her, Bucky stopped in his tracks and made Sam almost run into him on his way to his own room on their shared floor. “What the…? Could you please not randomly stop in front of my face?!” The brooding soldier didn’t even spare a glance at the complaining man in his back, who got on his nerves on a daily basis and let the duffle bag fall from his left shoulder as if suddenly pummeled by almost excruciating pain.

Steve had turned at the commotion in his back, eyes swiftly moving over the two men he considered his closest friends, before taking Bucky in, who now had even grabbed the base of his freshly crafted metal arm and let his shoulder slowly but steadily rotate. “You alright, Buck?” The brunet felt awful for worrying Steve in such a matter, knowing how the blond tended to be the mother hen of the entire group, always looking out for each and everyone, but he couldn’t help himself. So, he shrugged with the unharmed shoulder, fingers still closed around the metal covered by the rigid fabric of his combat jacket. “Not sure. Felt it earlier too. Probably should get that checked out,” Bucky muttered and attempted to gather the bag from the floor, but Steve was fast to stop him. “I got this, pal. Go and let someone take a look at it, but I need their approval to let you back in the field.”

With that, the blond soldier grabbed his bag and continued his way while Sam threw him a suspicious look as he walked past him, following the whispering and gossiping rest. He didn’t bother to listen in on them and instead turned back to where he came from and entered the labs next to the landing pad with the best view over the lake after a swipe of his keycard. The music, which had played until the glass door opened in front of him, stopped as soon as he stepped into the spacious room, equipped with the best of the best—at least, he assumed it because he didn’t know a single thing by name or function in his line of sight.

Tranquility found its way into his constantly working and often haunted mind, letting the tension in his shoulders disappear like snow at the sight of spring’s first sunshine, and he finally was able to take a deep breath, even before his eyes found a messy mop of hair peeking between screens and equipment.

“If you think you need to drag me out for another unnecessary father-daughter lunch date, you can immediately turn on the spot and move your ass out of here agai—…”

Her sentence ended as she looked up and saw him standing in the middle of her sacred space instead of her father. Bucky could see how her eyes widened a fraction, only a second, before a radiant smile crept onto her already pretty face. “James,” YN greeted him with the same tone she always used when talking to him—always so incredibly soft as if he was something precious she needed to protect. He didn’t think he was or that he even deserved an ounce of her kindness and gentleness, but he couldn’t keep his distance either.

“Hey, doll.” The nickname had started to slip naturally some time ago, but gladly, YN never seemed to hold any objections against it. Quite the opposite because he could always hear her heartbeat increasing while her cheeks blushed adorably. He could witness it just now, and that made him smile the first genuine smile since going on that mission. “What can I do for you? Is everything alright?” He remembered again with what excuse he had found his way into her presence and nodded, shame practically swirling in his body. “Uhm… I think something isn’t right with-with the arm,” Bucky managed to get out and felt even more ashamed at the sight of worry creeping up into her mesmerizing eyes, which had captured him since she first had laid them on him. “Oh, fuck. Okay, okay. We’ll get this fixed, yeah? I’m so sorry if it hurts or if the mission was at risk or if it troubled you or—…”

YN only stopped her rambling apology the moment she had reached him, and Bucky had gotten a soft hold of her hand. “It’s alright, doll. Really. Everyone came back without a scratch.” Except for your mind, the voice inside his head tauntingly whispered, but her touch was fast to silence it again. “Well, okay. Still, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let you wear it without running some last tests after the transport from Wakanda.” The soldier followed her lead and tenderly squeezed her fingers, still entangled with his, as he sat on the chair she pulled out for him. “Actually, it’s nothing major. Probably have to still get used to it.”

It was a masterpiece she had crafted for him with the assistance of Shuri and the Wakandan materials, reminding him once more why he didn’t deserve this woman.

Her soft hands helped him out of his combat gear, leaving him with a bare chest in her labs, making him almost regret it. Bucky never liked it when she saw the many ugly scars and the deformed tissue that once was his left shoulder. But the moment her gentle fingers started to trace along the edge of his new arm where it was connected to the new prosthetic head, those thoughts almost entirely vanished, and his mind was only able to capture every angle and every expression of her face as she started to do her work.

“It looks good, great even. Almost… perfect.” Her whispering voice sounded as if YN was in a trance as her eyes wandered over every inch of his shoulder and the arm now resting in her hands, making him feel every single touch. “How’s the haptic feedback? Can you still feel…this?” He tried to look, but with a laugh, YN stopped him from moving his head by cupping his chin with her fingers. “No, don’t look. That’s not how those questions work. Your brain would tell you you feel something even if it’s not the case,” she grinned while Bucky thought his heart would explode every second at the even closer proximity of their faces.

At least he knew he wasn’t the only one realizing it, and a grin started to tuck at his lips. “Again. Do you feel this?” YN started to trace indecipherable patterns on his arm’s black and gold-infused vibranium, letting shiver after shiver run down his spine. “I never was good at guessing letters written on me,” the soldier mumbled, eyes almost entirely closed, imagining the sight of her fingertips tracing his arm wrapped around her middle in the morning light. “That’s okay.” Her words were just as quiet as his, and the sudden feel of her soft, warm lips pressing a gentle kiss to his temple made him gasp for air like some kind of unkissed boy whose crush took the first step in their own hands. His eyes shot open, and Bucky was faced with YN’s face and a tender smile playing around her lips. “You could’ve told me that nothing really was amiss, you know? I’m the last person who’d judge. I thought we already went past that.”

Swallowing, Bucky shrugged his shoulders and took the black shirt out of her hands after YN had handed it to him. “Steve said he would need your approval so I thought… No, wait. I didn’t really think. I’m… Shit, I’m sorry, doll.” Now he felt even worse than upon entering her safe space and bothering her with his nonsense, but as both her hands cupped his neck, he couldn’t hold back and wrapped his hands around her tiny-seeming wrists. “You never need to apolgize for coming here, James. I love your company. You’d never be a bother or a hassle or a nuisance, so stop thinking that.”

His eyes widened at that last comment, and YN shrugged, an embarrassed expression settling on her face. “It’s harder for me to shut your or anyone’s thoughts out when they trip into that direction. Sorry for prying and invading, and—…”

He shut her up by taking a leap of faith and kissed her.

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[leclercinvegas]

Could you please do 37 and 22 with Oscar Piastri ? Maybe he’s ditched an F1 dinner to hang out w the reader ? thanks :)

OUTFITS WERE THE PROBLEM

who: oscar piastri x reader

author's note: hi i am alive, ive just been having a major writers block but im back.

summary: f1 grid dinner but oscar is staying home

You nor Oscar were big fans of crowds, large groups of people, or even large dinner parties. You both wanted nothing to do with them. But there was a dinner for the whole grid tonight, Oscar knew you didn't want to go but he asked you anyways, "My love, would you want to go with me to the dinner tonight?" Oscar would always ask just to make sure that you wouldn't feel left out if he went.

"No I'm okay, thank you for asking though!" you responded turning away from the TV and the show you're watching to give him a smile. You were all curled up nice and cozy on the couch watching TV with yours and Oscar's dogs. "I'm honestly pretty comfortable right here tbh."

Oscar smiles cheeks becoming slightly flushed, "Okay, I'm going to get ready. I may need your help picking an outfit." A sly smile grows on his face

You suddenly sat up with excitement, "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting. Are we about to have a fashion show?"

He laughs sweetly at your excitement, "Yes I am suggesting a fashion show, but it has to be quick cause I don't have much time."

"Okay!" you say in a excited tone as he walks into your shared bedroom and into the closet with you following behind him into the room and sitting on the bed. A few minutes later he came out with the first option. " You look too dressed up. Isn't it just a casual dinner?" He walks back into the closet to try on his next option. When he comes out you make a questioning face at him. "Do you really think a hot pink shirt and flamingo shorts would be the best idea?" He turns around again walking with his head hung to try on his last outfit. While hes trying it on you shout to him, "You know, you can stay home if you want to? We can just tell them you got sick or something."

When he comes back out of the closet he's wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. "I think that's a great idea. I didn't want to go anyways and it would have been boring without you," he tells you as he's moving towards you. He grabs your hand and pulls you into the kitchen. "So what's for dinner?" he questioned dropping your hand to turn to you.

"I never make dinner when you go out to these dinners. I just get take out." You say shrugging at him. He smiles and says, "Takeout it is then."

A little while after you ordered you both just sat on the couch enjoying each others company. The doorbell rang and he got up to go get the food and shouts as he's walking, "Put a movie on!" So you turn the tv on and go to Netflix to put on a movie. When he comes back with the food you're all curled up in blankets with the dogs besides you. He looks at you with the goofiest smile and says, "You're the only person I wanted to be with tonight."

[yawn-junn]

hi could you do a imagine for Sohee.

Um...I burnt the pizza rolls-

:)

✶How Could You - Sohee✶

✶Special thanks too: anon, Riize, Sohee

✶note: hello! Sorry for the long wait like I said I have everything backed up and scheduled also my birthday was yesterday 😭 also happy Friday the 13th idk if y'all like horror movies and stuff or even celebrate that sorry it's short lmfao

✶Taglist: @eumppappasgrippers @mxlly143

✶Words: 373

✶TW: probably cursing :

✶prompt: Um...I burnt the pizza rolls-

8-30-23

"movie niiiiigggghhhttt" Sohee yelled dragging out the 'night' "calm yo' self" you commented back Sohee rolled his eyes "listen I'm excited I haven't had a day off in God knows how long" he said throwing himself on the bed next to you "ok but chill you almost crushed my chips" you said pulling them to the other side of you

"You and these chips my god-" Sohee said "what movie we watching?" He asked not being able to read the title as it's in English "it's called the conjuring" you said looking over towards him "wait you mean the movie that literally made r/n piss himself?" He asked a hint of fear in his eyes

in response you smirked "ynnnnnn noooooo" he shook his head "don't be a big baby c'mon it's gonna be fun" you commented patting his back "but why a horror movie besides I won't be able to understand anything" he pouted

"Korean subtitles babe" you laughed at the expression on his face "but-no buts sohee" you cut him off "now go make the food" you demanded pushing him off the bed he made a big 'oof' sound before rushing off after a few minutes Sohee came back in not a plate insight "Um...I burnt the pizza rolls-" he said sheepishly "how could you" you said putting on a false hurt voice "after everything we've been through Sohee" you continued stuffing your face in your hands pretending to cry

"I'm so sorry Yn I truly didn't mean too" he played along lowering his head after a moment of silence the two of you bursted out in laughter "I'll order take out" you said as you wiped a tear from your eye Sohee nodded in response that night was filled with laughter and screams albeit one of the scariest sleep overs the two of you had, it was the best night of your lives.

[autumnsunshine10]

Dear diary

How do I love myself again

When I'm not sure I ever really did

Maybe a time I claimed what was mine

Dropped denial and steeled my spine

When someone I loved wasn't put first

And I still carried out self-care

I cried and supplied needed comfort

I didn't get enough of growing up

And instead of dismissing what I felt

I acknowledged its validity then moved on

Before I let anyone else dictate my worth

Winter too far to freezingly squeeze

All vitality and assurance from my heart

I didn't need an excuse to love

Just the beat of my heart was enough

Every reason was reasonable

Back before I dissolved under the weight

Of expectations--taking credit for wrongs

That were never mine to right

How do I love myself again?

Tear out this page and start afresh

Forging forward on a blank new one

Writing to please me first and foremost

While sharing with those I care

Only that which I can actually spare

Prompts: rip the page out; all gone; excuse the reason

[bupia]

What if I said 20 (nighttime) with Swiss ghoul…

Going to bed at night: Swiss, Ghoul

“Good night, my love.”

It was the first time you two were going to spend the night together. After a long tour schedule, your Ghoul, Swiss, was finally free to meet you. You had been eagerly anticipating his arrival, and all you needed was his comforting presence beside you tonight.

Hours passed, and there was no sign of him. Doubts began to creep into your mind. Had you gotten the date wrong? Was he not coming back today? Feeling disappointed, you decided to blow out the candle on your bedside table, preparing to settle in for the night.

Just as you closed your eyes and started to drift off to sleep, you felt the bed move, causing you to snap awake. Turning your head, you saw Swiss, standing there. He was unmasked, and unclothed.

"Swiss? What..." you started to say, confused by his sudden appearance.

"Oh, my! I didn't mean to wake you up," he apologized, looking sheepish.

You sat up. "It's okay, Swiss. I'm just glad you're here. I thought you weren't coming."

He gave you a warm smile, coming closer to the bed. "I'm sorry it took me so long. The tour was more exhausting than I anticipated, but I couldn't wait to be with you."

You reached out to take his hand. "I'm glad you're here now. I missed you."

He climbed into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you. "I missed you too, little one. I couldn't wait to hold you in my arms."

You snuggled into his embrace, feeling a sense of comfort. This was the best sensation in the world, having him close to you like this, it was magical.

"Let's just sleep now, I'm very tired." He yawned.

You nodded, closing your eyes, feeling the comfort of his presence. "Good night, Swiss," you whispered, feeling grateful for his presence.

"Good night, my love," he murmured, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Sleep well."

[wambsgansshoelaces]

Can you do number 13 from the Pinterest prompt list with Kendall? 🥺 I feel like that's something he really needs to hear

Throw Pillow

Prompt: “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again.”

Kendall Roy x Reader

summary: homegoods + a sudden relapse

thank you so much for requesting, anon!!! I’m sorry this is late, I appreciate and love you very much <3 enjoy xxx

slight tw for drug use.

Word Count: 2.117k

When he’d asked you to move in with him, it’d been barely a year into your relationship. Not that you were opposed- it was the exact opposite. The minute you met, you just knew he was who you were meant for.

His apartment is so… sterile. It’s neat, it’s barely organized, it just doesn’t feel like a home.

“That’s why I’m with you,” he says teasingly in response when you tell him one day, cuddled together on the couch. His arm is looped around your shoulder, playing with your hair, fingers scratching gently at the nape of your neck. “You can decorate however you want.”

You hum contentedly, satisfied with his answer. Your palm is stroking over his toned stomach, your eyes focused on his. He has a goofy smile on his face, his expression laden with affection. You give him a soft peck on the lips. “We’re going to HomeGoods, then.”

He chuckles. “I don’t think anybody other than Connor actually goes there.”

“Do you want me to make this house a home or not?”

You kiss again, grinning into each others mouths. You slide off the couch, Kendall not far behind. You’re stepping into the kitchen, but he’s going to grab the car keys from the table by the front door. “Aren’t we going? he asks, staring back over his shoulder at you.

“You’re actually okay with it?”

“Of course I am.” He toes his shoes on. “Come on. Let’s go.”

He waits for you to walk out before him so he can let his hand sit on the small of your back as you both go. When you arrive at the store, you can’t help but stare at him. He leans against the shopping cart as you browse the aisles, dazed smile pasted on his face. He doesn’t actually care about the decorating. He’s happy just watching you.

You have a vision for your new home with Kendall. He wasn’t too fond of overly obnoxious colors, or any color at all, but you didn’t want your apartment to be sad beige. You want it happy beige, bright neutrals, a pop of soothing pastel every so often. You both go around, Kendall just nodding along to everything you say.

“Ken, I want you to like it, too,” you tell him at one point, a bit deflated that he wasn’t as into this as you are. He rounds the cart, coming close to you. You’ve been fidgeting with a ceramic bowl you think would serve as a good key holder. He gently pries it from your hands, setting it gently in the shopping cart, and takes your face in his hands.

His thumbs ghost over your jaw as he looks adoringly down at you. “If you like it, and you’re sitting in our bedroom, or our living room, or whatever the fuck, and you’re smiling, you’re happy, then I also like it.” He kisses you in the middle of the aisle, the warmth of his lips seeping onto yours. You pull away quickly after kissing him back, suppressing a giggle as someone shuffles past the two of you. “What? Don’t wanna be seen with me in public?” he asks mischievously, fingers still tracing over your face.

You laugh freely this time, swatting him on the chest. “Fuck off.” You walk off, continuing your amateur hunt. He follows. He’d always follow. He’ll follow you to the ends of the earth.

It doesn’t take that much longer for you to finish your shopping spree. Kendall insists on paying, on funding your delusions, and he carries all of the bags back to the car. You refuse to let him take everything inside your home by himself. The two of you chatter idly as you do so, laughing, giggling, being so stupidly in love.

After everything is unpacked and you’ve decorated to your liking, he hooks his arms around your waist and collapses onto the couch, dragging you down with him. He sighs as if he’s just climbed a mountain, his hand going to sit on your hip once you press up against him. He picks up a throw you’d bought from next to him, turning it over in his hand. His fingers run slowly over the fabric as he inspects it.

“What are these, anyway?”

“They’re pillows,” you say mockingly after pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

He scoffs. “Asshole. I mean, are they just decorative? Do I have to pretend like I’m tip toeing over landmines?”

“No, use them as normal pillows. They’re cute and functional.”

His hand travels to your stomach, stroking absentminded patterns into your skin, making you feel good.

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One night, you’re out later at work than you usually are. Some paperwork for an issue that seems like it’s never going to resolve itself. Normally, Kendall responds to your texts maximum ten minutes after they’re sent. It’s been half an hour.

You think it’s okay to start worrying at this point.

Kendall has a tendency to overthink things to the point of instability. You just hope that that isn’t what this is. Maybe his phone died. Maybe he’s taking a nap.

You would’ve never had guessed it to be weed.

When you shoulder the front door open, dropping your keys in the new key holder, the smell hits you. Your entire life, it’s nauseated you to an extreme. It’s just such a sour, sickening smell. You can’t stand it.

He looks up at you when you walk into the living room, caught, but not caring. The windows are open, but it’s clearly not enough for the smell.

You thought he was sober.

“Where the fuck did you get weed from?” you ask icily, your anger unable to keep itself restrained.

He turns away from you, instead staring up at the ceiling, letting a huff of smoke out. He’s sitting right by a window, directing his breath out into the outside air as to not trigger the smoke alarms.

“I know a few people,” is all he says in response.

You’re pissed. Your blood is boiling. Not that he relapsed, not that he’s clearly upset at something, but because he’d forgone telling you anything about anything and took things into his own hands. “Kendall-” is all you can say before he interrupts.

“Listen, I don’t want the lecture, or the boo-hoos. I just want to relax and get rid of this fucking headache. I don’t need your nagging.”

You grit your teeth and keep your mouth shut. You’re not going to dignify him with a response.

“Whatever you want,” you say back calmly. “You’re sleeping out here tonight.”

You watch his face immediately sober, shock and panic flickering over his features. He opens his mouth to call after you, but you’ve already disappeared into your room and locked the door behind you.

You’re torn. You feel bad for what you did, but Kendall has never, ever spoken to you like that before. Even when high, or drunk, he’d always been sweet. Kind, caring. You want to ask him what was wrong. You want to help him fix it, help him out of this hole he’s digging himself into. But he doesn’t want you to. So you suppose you can’t.

You change, and the silence in the apartment is stressing you out. As the hour passes, the repulsive stench of the weed fades away. You can hear faint movement from the living room, but you don’t bother going out.

Once you’re in your pajamas and sat in bed, you deflate a little. It feels wrong without him laying next to you. Your bed was usually warm with affection, but since you were by yourself, everything felt colder and less… real. Again, you’re conflicted. You’re mad at him, but at the same time, it felt mean what you were doing.

You lay back in bed, not even the blankets warming your body. You ran cold, Kendall ran hot. You’re upset, but you’re beginning to realize you need him in bed with you for you to sleep. Maybe you’d overreacted. Maybe you didn’t. You’d talk about it in the morning.

Your resolve embarrassingly crumbled, you go over, unlock the door, and stick your head out of the doorway. Kendall’s sat up on the couch, staring down at the ground, looking like a scolded child. You slide onto the cushions next to him, and you can still smell the weed on his breath.

“Hey. I’m sorry, I was being mean.” You kiss his cheek. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not upset with you. How about you brush your teeth and get to bed and we’ll talk about it in the morning?”

His fingers fidget with his sleeve. “Yeah. Okay. I’m sorry, too. I was being a fucking jerk.”

You go to sleep facing away from each other.

The morning comes quickly, and you wake up, your entire body stiff. You don’t feel rested, you feel like you’re missing something. You roll over to find that Kendall’s already awake, lying on his back with his hands folded on top of his chest.

Wordlessly, you scoot closer to him. You hope he’ll reach out to you, touch you, something. Your relief is staggering when he does, his arm snaking around your waist. He pulls you flush against him, his hand rubbing gently over your hip. He kisses your forehead hesitantly, then the spot between your eyebrows.

“We should talk,” you murmur to him, hand sliding over his chest.

“Yeah, we should.” You realize he’d brought a throw pillow from the couch with him, using it rather than his actual one. His free arm sprawls over himself, his forearm sitting on his forehead. “I don’t know how it happened.”

You scoff. “That’s such bullshit.”

“I mean it.” He avoids your gaze. “It’s like… I was at Waystar, and shit hit the fan, and everybody was fighting… It was my fault, Y/N. I fucked everything up. And before I knew it I was knocking on a dealer’s door. I threw it all out, though. I don’t… I don’t know why I said what I said yesterday. You don’t deserve that.” He pauses. “You deserve better than me.”

“Why didn’t you just talk to me about it? I promise I’ll always listen when you need to speak.”

For the first time this conversation, he looks you in the eyes. “I… I don’t want to be a burden. And I want to promise that this won’t happen again, but… but I can’t.” He rubs his hand over his eyes. “I understand if you don’t want to keep doing this anymore. I’m not exactly… I’m sorry.” His voice cracks as he speaks, and his gaze possesses an unusual clarity as opposed to the brain fog of last night. Tears well in his waterline, and your heart sinks. He looks away.

Your hand goes to his chin. “Kendall. Look at me.” You wait for him to listen, then continue. “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.”

His breath stutters as he looks at you. It’s as if you’ve breathed life into him again, as if his heart had stopped and your words were volts of electricity. He chokes on a sob, breaking down, and immediately pressing his face into your neck. You stay silent. He just needs a few moments, and who are you to take them away from him?

You rub up and down his spine, soft, soothing movements.

You stay like that, for a while, him buried in your skin. You don’t mind.

He’s the love of your life; you’ll be damned if he continues on feeling like there’s nobody on his side. Eventually, he pulls away, small smile playing on his lips. “Okay. I’m sorry. This was all just a mess.”

You follow him, pressing a kiss to his mouth. He returns it, oh so fucking happy you’re still here. "If you ever have any problems, Ken, just tell me. I love you. I'll never not help you." His expression melts into one of pure affection. “If there’s ever any non-prescription drugs in this house again I’m going to murder you and sell all of your organs for money.”

You feel his smile widen against your mouth as he kisses you again. Mouth still on yours, he reaches up behind his head for the throw, yanks it from under him with one swift motion, and smacks you in the face with it.

"Hey!" you yelp, snatching the throw pillow from him. He makes a weak attempt at taking it back, but you don't let him.

Laughter filling the air around you, you lunge at him. Your bed is never devoid of warmth again.