#and feels like it would be a thousand times harder

[razorblade180]

Ekko Location

Ekko:*thousand yard stare*….

Caitlyn:(Should I tell him? No, false hope doesn’t do any good. Especially in this case.) *looks left*

Giant mural of Jinx

Caitlyn:….Ekko?

Ekko:What could you possibly want after everything?

Caitlyn:Hopefully, an olive branch. I have to tell you something but you have to promise to not get your hopes up, or tell Vi. This is something I’m trusting with you specifically.

Ekko:And how in the world did I get such an honor?

Caitlyn:Because if it wasn’t for one act of kindness, I’d be in your shoes right now.

Ekko:…What do you have to tell me?

xxxxxx

One month later. Somewhere across the water, in a nice quaint land known for its view of the ocean and mountains, a cloaked girl bobs her head to music as she roams the back alleys streets without a care in her mind.

Jinx: 🎶Do you ever wanna catch me?Right now I'm feeling ignored. *turns corner*

Jinx:So can you try a little harder? I'm really getting bor-

Ekko:*cloaked* !?….

Jinx:…..(Just when I thought I’ve wrangled all the voices. This is a low blow, me.) *closes eyes* (Just gonna breathe in and-)

Ekko:*grabs her wrist*

Jinx’s eyes immediately shoot open to see him right in front of her. She starts looking back, forth, everywhere; her thoughts trying to rationalize this moment because what do you mean he’s real!?

Jinx:Y- wha- how? How!? Fuck everything else. How?

Ekko:Let’s just say someone offered me a little hope. Honestly it was more like wishful thinking.

Jinx:Ekko, that’s not a “how” at all! You left Zaun to chase wishful thinking? That’s alone is crazy, but not as crazy as you actually finding me! I could’ve gone in any direction and stopped anywhere yet somehow you’re right here searching in the correct city? Gasps Did you put something in me?!

Ekko:What? No! Jinx, we used to spend literal hours talking about all the places we wanted go; the sight ls you wanted to see. Sometimes you rambled so much I never got a word in to say mine!

Jinx:So you’re telling you just remembered all that ramble and started flying to the places I yapped about!? Who the heck remembers stuff like that!?

Ekko:Me!! Since when have I ever forgotten anything!? Especially stuff about you!?

The girl was too stunned to speak. Ekko told no lies and he had a point, however, what the hell? How was she supposed to respond to that? She told absolutely nobody that she was leaving and left no trace, yet somehow wishful thinking from probably the world’s most annoying enforcer and childhood memories was enough for Ekko to find her in a little over a month. Jinx could only squint at him in disbelief. Sure, she could definitely break free of grip and make a break for it, yet this moment only gave her the strength to exhale tiredly before him.

Jinx:Anyone else know?

Ekko:Nope. You think people have time to chase hypotheticals?

Jinx:So you just left??

Ekko:Told them I needed some air. Had to move quickly. You don’t exactly stay in one place for long.

Jinx:…..Alright. Out with it. I know you have some rehearsed lecture and rant you’ve prepared in case you actually somehow weren’t crazy and found m-

Ekko:*hugs her* I can tell at you later.

Jinx:You really just might be crazier than me.

Her entire body relaxed as she finally put her arms around him. Despite all odds, he really was right here. Leave it the Boy Savior to yet again foil her schemes.

Jinx:At this point I should call you Ekko Location or something.

Ekko:I this point, I should put a fucking bell on you.

Jinx:I’d still get away.

Ekko:And I’d find you again.

Jinx:Heh, yeah. *hugs tightly* You would, wouldn’t you?

[anxiousapplepie]

Do you think any of the siffrins have the same touch miscommunication of everyone in the party thinking they don't like touch but they actually really like touch?

I feel like it would be amusing to drag the siffrins through the mud this way regardless of how different they are. With perhaps the only exception being housemaiden siffrin? Like flinching due to touch is something that isn't easily changed, so the potential is there.

You could even argue housemaiden siffrins case though it would be harder with him being an unconscious cuddle bug. but like if you ingrained the "people think you are gross to touch" early enough you could pull it off. As he would pull away first in the hopes of in part sparing his own feelings and mostly sparing the others having to touch him.

(I know I'm reaching at this point) you could have it be as he made his travels though various houses people noted his reaction to touch and he noted there reaction to touching him, how it would start strong in a new house before tapering off the longer he stayed, until eventually people would just not touch him unless absolutely nessicary and even in those cases hesitate, after all there isn't a lot you can say to someone with a very small grasp on the language you speak so actions would speak the thousand words they can't communicate and both would leave off with the wrong idea.

HEHEHE you bet I'm still gonna play with Siffrin's touch miscommunication in all the roleswap AUs because good grief it's too much fun to ignore! But every AU is gonna have a different way of handling it, I think! Fighter!Siffrin clears up the "I like touch! I'm just not used to it!" VERY quickly because they were the first teammate Housemaiden!Bonnie got. And Bonnie clicked that he just needed a lil warning like Nille, and they taught everybody to give Sif the heads up before any touchy-touchy happens. Researcher!Siffrin's cloak is so thick and heavy that normally bumping into them doesn't bother them- but without the cloak they forget how jumpy they can be. They clear up the confusion before they reach Dormont, though (was it awkward and embarrassing for them to admit they weren't used to skin-to-skin contact? you betcha! <3) Cook!Siffrin is the closest to OG Siffrin- everybody make assumptions and they had no idea everybody was treating them like a scared animal that didn't want to be touched. Traveler!Mira will fix that mistake when she's in the timeloops. And for Housemaiden!Siffrin? hahahahaaaaaa my favorite awful goat child. He wants to be touched and hugged and held so badly all the time, but doesn't want to be annoying or greedy without a reason. Not even Mira understands how deep it goes, despite them being feeling buddies for years. Your musings are a VERY good take and grief it just makes me want to hug Sif because it's all too much and too little and GIMME THAT ANGST AND MISUNDERSTANDING!!!

[levisjinchuriki]

open arms - chapter 2

summary: you feel like a burden, leeching off of kento's kindness. he assures you he's more than happy to care for you

warning: angst, kento being a good friend, pregnancy, ex is a cheater, mention of depression and crying

when you wake the next morning, there’s a moment where the heaviness hasn’t caught up to you yet. for a few seconds, you feel at peace, like your world didn’t just crumble around you. you allow yourself to pretend that nothing has changed—that yesterday never happened, that you’re not standing on the edge of something you can’t even fathom.

but then it hits you. this isn’t your apartment. the walls are unfamiliar, the furniture not quite right, and everything is just a little too quiet. your breath catches as the memories flood back: the anger, the betrayal, the way your heart had splintered into a thousand jagged pieces. the man you thought you were going to marry one day—your best friend, your partner, the one who was supposed to be your forever—cheated on you. 

and now, as if the pain of the betrayal wasn’t enough, there’s something else—something you can’t ignore. the undeniable truth that you’re carrying his child. it’s not just the loss of trust—it’s the life growing inside you, the reminder of what was supposed to be and what now feels like a cruel twist of fate. the tears begin to sting behind your eyes, but before the panic can fully set in, you hear a soft knock at the door, and it pulls you from your spiraling thoughts.

"y/n?" nanami’s voice is gentle, careful, as though he’s aware of the delicate space you’re in. "i didn’t want to wake you too early. i just made some tea... whenever you’re ready”.

right—you're in nanami’s home. it’s a place you’ve been to countless times throughout your friendship, and it’s always brought you peace. but even then, you can’t shake the thought of yesterday. it’s there, haunting you in the corners of your mind. 

you take a deep breath, gathering yourself. for a moment, you close your eyes, trying to find some kind of balance. it’s hard, but you can’t stay in bed forever, can’t let it swallow you whole.

with some effort, you sit up. your muscles protest, the tiredness of your body not quite matching the urgency of your mind. standing feels like a small victory in itself. 

when you open the door, nanami is standing on the other side. his eyes—the ones that always seem to see right through you—scan your face, taking in the exhaustion, the sadness, the lingering pain that’s still so visible even when you try to hide it. he watches you with a tenderness that makes your chest ache, a heaviness that makes it harder to keep the walls up.

"good morning" he says, his voice low, but it’s not just the greeting. it’s an offering—one that’s soft and unassuming, as if he’s letting you choose how to accept it. after a brief pause, he adds, "did you sleep well?".

you hesitate. the lie is right there, waiting on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t bring yourself to say it. not to him. not now. you don’t even know if you’re capable of pretending you’re okay.

"better than i thought i would" you admit, your voice a bit hoarse, the truth slipping out before you can stop it. there’s no point in hiding, not with nanami. his patience, his quiet understanding, has always made it easier to be honest, even when you didn’t have the words for it.

he nods, his movement slow and deliberate, as if to say i understand, even when nothing more needs to be said. it’s enough. you don’t have to explain further.

he steps aside and gestures for you to follow him. you do, letting him guide you into the kitchen. nanami pulls a chair out for you and sets a cup of tea in front of you, along with a small plate of toast and fruit. it’s simple, but there’s a comfort you hadn’t realized you were craving. he doesn’t ask for anything, doesn’t push you to talk or pretend to be okay. instead, he waits, silently offering what he can—small acts of care that feel like they’ve become lifelines in a world that’s no longer familiar.

you’re grateful for it—the thoughtfulness, the quietness of the moment, the sense of normalcy in this space. it’s a modest gesture, but it feels like something more, like nanami’s way of telling you that, even when the world is falling apart, you don’t have to navigate it alone.

nanami joins you at the table, his own cup of tea cradled between his hands. he gives you the space you need, knowing that sometimes silence is what heals the most. there’s no rush, no pressure—just the sound of the tea gently streaming, the soft scrape of a chair, and the gentle hum of the morning outside.

you wrap your hands around the warm cup, letting its heat seep into your palms, grounding you in the moment. the stillness between you is peaceful. it’s a kind of unspoken understanding. nanami doesn’t demand anything from you—not words, not explanations, not even a smile. 

you look up at him, your gaze meeting his. there’s something in his expression that makes you feel centered. "thank you” you manage to whisper. your voice carries the weight of everything you mean but can’t fully express—for being here, for being patient, for seeing me when i feel so lost. it’s simple, but those two words feel like they hold the universe in them.

nanami’s gaze softens as he looks at you, his features gentle, patient. he doesn’t say anything at first, just gives you a small, comforting nod that seems to melt away the tension you didn’t realize is in your shoulders. “you don’t need to thank me” he says, his tone as gentle as ever, like he’s trying to ease the burden off of you, one word at a time. they sink in deeply. you hadn’t realized how much you needed this—how much you needed someone to just be there for you. no judgments or expectations. he walls you’ve so carefully built around yourself start to crumble, one brick at a time. 

you take a sip of your tea to keep yourself from crying. the heat of the cup soothes some of the tension that’s still clinging to your body, and for a moment, you let yourself focus on that–just the tea, your breathing, and the calmness of nanami’s home.

you don’t know where to begin, or even how to talk about everything that’s weighing on your heart. the thought of it all feels overwhelming, like there are too many pieces to sort through, too many emotions tangled together. but you don’t have to rush, you remind yourself. not here. not with nanami.

he isn’t pressing you for answers, or even asking you to speak before you’re ready. he’s just here– like he always has been– offering his silent support. 

“i don’t know how to move forward from this” you finally say, your voice fragile and unsure. you hadn’t even realized how much you were holding in until the words slipped out.

nanami doesn’t respond right away. he takes a sip of his tea, his eyes thoughtful. you can see him considering your words, weighing them carefully.

“you don’t have to have it all figured out right now” he says gently, his voice smooth and warm like the tea in your hands. “one step at a time. i’ll be here with you”.

there’s no pressure, no judgment, just a quiet understanding that you don’t have to have all the answers today—or tomorrow, or the next day. the future feels uncertain, heavy with all the things you’re still processing, but nanami ensures that you don’t have to carry it all alone. his promise, though unspoken in many ways.

you’re still scared. still unsure of what the future holds. but knowing that nanami will be here, supporting you through the unknown, makes the uncertainty feel just a little more bearable. and somehow, that small bit of comfort feels like the first step toward finding your way forward.

—

the weekend flies by in a blur of quiet conversations and moments of fragile peace. each day, nanami has quietly anchored you, making sure to prepare your tea every morning just as he had the first day. it becomes a small ritual, a daily reminder that, despite everything, there’s someone who cares deeply for you.

monday morning arrives, and nanami wakes up early to prepare for his workday. he moves about the house with ease, making sure to leave some tea for you when you’re ready. he doesn’t wake you, not wanting to disrupt your rest.

when you eventually rise, you take your time, not burdened by the usual rush of responsibilities. the absence of urgency feels strangely comforting, a small relief from the chaos of the past week. you shuffle to the kitchen, expecting to find nanami there, as you have each morning. but as you enter the room, the sight of the empty space sends a pang of unease through you.

the kitchen, which had been a place of warmth and reassurance, now feels eerily quiet. his absence makes you feel abandoned, as if the stability he offered was just another illusion. the sense of being alone again, even if only temporarily, is a harsh reminder of the upheaval you’ve been through.

but then, your eyes fall on a note left on the counter. it’s a simple piece of paper, folded neatly with a few words written in nanami’s familiar handwriting. your heart skips a beat, and you slowly make your way toward it, hesitant yet hopeful. 

good morning. breakfast is in the fridge for you. help yourself to anything in the pantry for lunch. i’ll make dinner when i get back from work

relief washes over you as you read the words. it’s simple, but it’s everything you need to hear. nanami hadn’t forgotten about you, hadn’t left you behind, even though his absence had made the world feel a little colder. he’s reminded you that he’s there—that he hasn’t gone anywhere for too long, and that you still have a place here.

you set the note down on the counter, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. the knot in your stomach loosens slightly. the tea on the counter, still steaming softly, feels like a promise—a continuation of the quiet support he’s shown you all weekend.

nanami is giving you so much—his time, his patience, his space—and he’s doing it freely, without expecting anything in return. and yet, with every act of kindness, discomfort begins to settle in your chest. you’re accumulating a debt, one you’re not sure how to repay. the more he gives, the more you feel the inability to contribute anything back. you’ve already been a burden, and nanami’s unwavering generosity only builds on that guilt. he doesn’t expect anything in return, you know that much, but the awareness of your own struggles makes you feel as though you’re taking more than you deserve.

your heart aches with the weight of his selflessness, and a small, uncomfortable knot forms in your stomach. how long can you lean on his goodwill before it becomes too much? how long before you start feeling like you’re taking advantage of the very person who’s trying to help you heal?

you know, deep down, that nanami doesn’t see it that way. that his kindness is rooted in genuine care, not in some expectation of repayment. but it’s hard to shake the feeling that, with every ounce of support he gives, you’re only growing more distant from the person you used to be—the person who could stand on her own, who could offer something in return.

—

the thought of being a burden torments you all day. you hate that you’ve come here, unannounced and vulnerable, relying on nanami’s generosity.

you stare down at your plate, your appetite fading as the tightness in your chest grows heavier. nanami is so calm, so patient, but it doesn’t stop the gnawing feeling that you’re taking advantage of him. the kindness he’s shown feels almost too much—like you’re asking for more than he should be willing to give. 

when you finally speak, your voice is steady but carries an underlying uncertainty. “i should probably start apartment hunting soon”. it’s a statement meant to feel like control, like you’re taking the reins back and stepping away from the safety net he’s built for you. it’s the only way you can think of to make yourself feel less like a burden.

his reaction is immediate. his eyes flick to you, and for a brief moment, you catch a glimpse of concern that softens his usual calm demeanor. he sets his fork down slowly, his expression turning serious, almost stern. the shift in his mood is enough to make your heart skip a beat. y

“apartment hunting?” he repeats, his tone carrying a clear note of disapproval. it catches you off guard, making you second-guess yourself. “why do you feel like you need to rush into that?”. his voice holds a protectiveness that makes you feel vulnerable, as if he’s trying to shield you from something more than just an apartment search.

you feel the need to justify yourself, to make him understand that you’re not trying to push him away, but instead trying to stand on your own. “i don’t want to overstay my welcome” you say, your voice softer now. “you’ve done so much for me already. it’s only fair that i find my own place and start getting things back to normal”.

your words hang in the air between you, thick with tension. nanami doesn’t speak right away, and the silence stretches longer than you anticipated. what does he think? does he feel like you’re ungrateful? does he think you’re pushing him away?

nanami’s response is firm, his brow furrowing as he shakes his head slightly, as if he can’t quite comprehend why you would even consider feeling that way. “you don’t need to do that” he says. it’s clear now that this isn’t about the apartment. this is about you. he’s not just worried about the logistics of finding a place for you to stay; he’s worried about you—the emotional weight you’re carrying, the sense of being overwhelmed, and the stress of rushing into decisions that might add to that burden. his concern goes far beyond what you’ve said, and in his eyes, you see a determination to help you feel grounded again.

the words spill out before you can stop them, a raw confession that makes your throat tighten. “i just feel like a leech” you admit, the shame evident in your voice.

nanami’s expression hardens instantly, and a flicker of something protective passes through his gaze. he leans forward slightly, his eyes locking onto yours, intense and unwavering. his warning look is sharp.

“don’t” he warns, his voice low and stern. “you’re not leeching off of me. stop calling yourself that”.  you feel a lump form in your throat. his gaze doesn’t soften, though his tone shifts slightly, filled with a kind of quiet authority. “you’re going through a difficult time. the last thing you need is to add guilt on top of everything else”. nanami wants to make you understand that his support comes without strings attached. there’s no condition, no expectation of repayment. he’s not helping you because he has to. he’s helping you because he wants to. it’s a reminder that you don’t need to apologize for leaning on him. that he’s here because he genuinely wants to be, and that your well-being is what matters most to him right now.

“i’m sorry” you say quietly, more to yourself than to him. “i just… i don’t want to take advantage of you”. nanami shakes his head.

“you’re not” he says firmly. “don’t apologize for something you haven’t done. you’re here because you need to be. and that’s all that matters”. you take a deep breath, feeling a little lighter. nanami’s words have given you a bit of space to breathe—to stop thinking of his kindness like it’s something you need to repay immediately.

you nod slowly. you’ve been carrying this sense of guilt, as if you’re taking up space in his life that you shouldn’t, as though your presence here is a burden you need to quickly relieve. but nanami’s words cut through that, helping you see that it’s not about what you owe him or how much you think you’re taking. 

“but i can’t stay here forever” you say, your voice soft, almost fragile. nanami pauses again, his expression shifting into one of quiet seriousness. his brows furrow ever so slightly as his eyes meet yours, searching. 

“why not?” he asks. the question is simple, but the force of it catches you off guard. it’s not harsh, not challenging—but there’s something in his tone, a genuine curiosity, that makes you hesitate. the question lingers in the air, and for a moment, you’re lost for words. your brows furrow in response, trying to make sense of the jumble of emotions inside you. his simple question feels like an unspoken challenge—one you hadn’t expected to face. 

“kento…” you say. “i appreciate everything you’ve done for me. i really do. but i can’t. it’s not fair to you”. nanami’s expression remains neutral, unaffected by your words. he holds your gaze with unwavering seriousness, as though he’s ready to stand firm against whatever comes next, regardless of what you say.

“let me be the judge of what’s fair. you’re not a burden. and you’re not inconveniencing me. if you think you’re taking too much, then you’re missing the point. i’m offering this because i want to. you don’t need to protect me from your struggles”. you want to argue, to insist that there’s no way you can continue to rely on him like this, but his faith in his own decision softens the urge to fight back.

you feel a tear slip down your cheek, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming release of emotions you’ve kept bottled up for so long. the kindness he’s shown, the way he’s been so patient with you, is more than you’ve allowed yourself to accept from anyone in a long time.

“thank you” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. “for everything”.

nanami’s hand moves across the table, his fingers brushing gently against yours. “you don’t have to thank me” he says softly, his voice calm and warm. “i want you to feel safe. that’s all”. the words, simple as they are, sink deep into your heart. for a moment, the weight of everything doesn’t feel so heavy anymore. the fear, the guilt, the uncertainty—they’re still there, lurking in the background, but they don’t feel as insurmountable as they did before. nanami’s offer to stay, to support you, to give you space to heal at your own pace—it makes all the difference.

with a deep breath, you let go of the guilt and allow yourself to rest in the comfort of his words. “i think i could use some more time if that’s okay” you admit.

nanami nods, his expression softening with approval. “take all the time you need” he 

you find yourself accepting his offer with a small “okay”. the word feels like a weight being lifted off your shoulders, a step toward acknowledging that you don’t have to face everything alone. you feel a shift within yourself, a subtle sense of release, as though something heavy has started to ease from your chest. the fear of burdening him, the anxiety of being a disruption, all of it begins to dissipate. nanami’s offer isn’t just about providing a roof over your head—it’s about creating a space where you don’t have to be anything but yourself.

he doesn’t wait for you to say more, respecting the silence that follows your acceptance. instead, he stands and quietly moves to gather the dishes. it’s a small act, but it feels like another way he’s showing his care, his willingness to shoulder whatever parts of this journey he can.

nanami doesn’t push for more conversation, but his presence is constant. there’s no pressure to talk about anything, no urgency to solve any problems or rush into decisions. he just lets you be. 

you sit on the couch and allow yourself to fully relax. all the decisions and uncertainty start to feel a little more manageable with him here—just beside you, not asking for anything, simply offering support in a way that means the world.

you allow yourself to close your eyes for a moment, exhausted from the emotional past few days. within a few minutes, the tension you've been carrying begins to melt away, and before you even realize it, you’re falling asleep.

as your mind drifts, the last thing you feel is the soft weight of a blanket being gently draped over you. nanami’s careful, unspoken gesture being the final reassurance you need before you fully surrender to rest. a silent promise that you’re not alone, and that he’s here, watching over you in the most subtle, considerate way.

[spiderb00]

FAM OUT HEADCANONS

The beginning

Dream Academy brought a lot of good things to Sophia, success, the Kats, the Eyekons and of course, you.   

you and Sophia met accidentally, your father was one of the camera operators, and Sophia always saw you backstage. She had thought you were beautiful, but she didn't have the courage, or the time, to stop and start a conversation with you. 

Weeks later, you were hired by the team on your father's recommendation (nepotism, Yunjin’s voice), they hired you for all kinds of work. So it was official, you had your first job as a handyman. You were called especially to fix things that the girls had damaged, and when Sophia found out about it, this girl went crazy.   

Sophia was very focused, she had good reviews, so she thought "Why not give me the luxury and have time with the kitten who works behind the scenes?" 

The sink in the room where Sophia was, magically appeared broken the next day, coincidence, right? The girl was scared to death of being caught, but, oh man, how it was worth it. 

When you came to fix it, Sophia made sure to open the door, show you where the faulty sink was, and keep you company throughout the repair. You talked about everything, and quickly grew closer. 

Sophia could tell you were her safe haven, the breath of air she needed every day, talking to you was magical, and Sophia loved every moment of it.   

Your first date was not called a "first date," at least not for others. You and Sophia knew it was a date, but you preferred to keep it a secret, so as not to threaten your jobs 

So imagine the relief you felt, sitting in the audience, hearing the name of Sophia, your girlfriend, being announced as the member of Hybe's new group, Katseye.

The reaction of the Kats

You two were not as discreet as you thought. The Kats always noticed how Sophia went out to mysterious places, with "friends" that none of the girls had the chance to meet.   

And it wasn't so discreet when Lara saw your face covered in lipstick marks stamped on the wallpaper of Sophia's cell phone.   

The girls had nothing against you, on the contrary, they thought you were very cool, and as long as you were treating Sophia well, everything would be in its proper place.   

When Sophia officially introduced you to the Kats, they asked thousands of questions; "How old are you?", "How long has this been happening?", "What are your intentions with our Sophia?"  

You answered all the questions calmly, I mean, those girls were very important to Sophia, and Sophia was very important to those girls, you would answer as many questions as they wanted.   

Despite all the noise and interrogation, you noticed that one of those girls was very quiet. Yoonchae. 

When you first spoke to the girl, you could notice how she was struggling with her pronunciation, and when she said she was Korean, your brain raced.   

You had learned a few words in Korean a few years ago. You couldn't say you were fluent, but you had a good grasp of the language.  

You swear you'll never forget the smile the girl gave you when you spoke in Korean to her.   

meeting her family 

Getting through the Kats' approval was harder than going through Sophia's parents' approval.   

In fact, they didn't even question it, Sophia's family was extremely receptive, and of course the Filipino girl had talked about you before. So when you arrived you were greeted with friendly hugs from everyone. 

Sophia's family was like your second family, you adored them as much as Sophia. So when Sophia went to visit her parents, she always took you along.   

You cooked with her mother, fixed things Sophia's dad asked you to do (he always said it was so you would remember the old days at Dream Academy), and spent time with her brother.   

At the end of the day, Sophia was fighting to get your attention, but she knows she wouldn't trade it for anything.   

my first headcanon ofc, well, I'm very happy that you guys are enjoying "Fam Out". feel free to send things, I love to see your ideas <3

(request)

[didhewinkback]

i genuinely always believed that 1d would reunite but didnt think it would happen until they were in their 40s or later but now i think i would be pretty surprised if they performed on stage together again bc even from a fans perspective it would be so jarring visually and sonically like liam was the core of the majority of their songs, i cant imagine what it would feel like for them to perform without him.

just so heavy. he wanted that reunion so bad

[gingerbreadmonsters]

oh this is going to be......... a problem actually

[sunsoak]

Looking at guitar sheet music makes me feel ill

[alasblogpoetry]

two

i do not remember dying, but i know that i am dead, words have changed in their color, joy has got a diff'rent smell, anger melted into something that i do not understand, hell is frozen, love is liquid, death is dying, life is dead, earth is spinning wrong direction, i and i are not the same, i like thinking i am perfect, but i know that i am not, maybe that is why i'm death'd, maybe why i'll die again, i can't fathom how i'll perish, but i hope i get the chance.

[tojipie]

toji x crybaby reader <3

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smut under the cut !

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toji is a flawed man. 

short-tempered, married to his money, slow to show affection. but the one thing he does excel at is comforting you.

he knows you’re a sensitive girl, knows just how easy it is for you to get teary-eyed and red in the face over comments that otherwise seem like nothing to the untrained ear. 

you have a kind heart is all, too giving to a world that only knows how to take. he tells you that every time you break down in his arms, thick hands rubbing circles into the small of your back.

his father would have slapped him across the face for crying. called him soft, whiney like a girl. put him to work for the rest of the day to shape him into a man.

he wasn’t his father though, and you weren’t a zenin.

you were soft in the best way, tender-hearted and too trusting. a daisy among weeds, swaying idly in the too-strong wind. nothing like a zenin, nothing like him. 

he hadn’t the faintest clue what to do the first time he’d seen you get upset, standing there in the kitchen like a fool while you babbled on the phone with his bank.

it was a fraudulent charge, small, maybe only 10 dollars. probably dropped his card while paying for gas again, not the end of the world. the customer service rep assured you that much.

it was the principal, you sobbed. you’d lost his card and hadn’t even noticed. why wasn’t he upset with you?

he doesn’t know why he didn’t just tell you it was okay. that he didn’t have it in him to ever be cross with you, be it a ten-dollar charge or a thousand-dollar charge. 

instead he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling your body flush with his to press soft kisses to the crown of your head.

you were warm there, warm everywhere really. the thrum of your blood heating your skin from the inside out. toji liked that about you, how you offset the perpetual cold of his much larger hands. 

physical touch was something he knew well. toji wasn’t—still isn’t good with words, opting to stay silent and just hold you while you sniffled into the receiver. he got the message across, he always does.

his methods are unorthodox for that very reason. he doesn’t comfort you with his tone, he does it with his body. whether it be thick arms squeezing you until you get your breathing under control, large hands tracing shapes into your tummy until you stop spluttering, or toned legs splaying wide to let you crawl into his lap, resting on him until your bodies reach the same temperature.

toji fucks you on your good days, likes to tease you, get you squirming. the key difference is that he makes sweet love to you on your bad ones. holding you flush to his chest while he rocks into you under the safety of your shared blankets.

you feel like a furnace under him every time, heat radiating off your body and into the deeper parts of his soul. 

he gets mouthy once the feeling of you wrapped around him flicks that little switch in his brain. turning off the mental barrier between him and his inability to use his words. 

“sweet girl,” is what he calls you, eyes never leaving yours. 

“gotta stay close to me, gotta keep you safe, huh?”

and keep you safe he does, tucking your face into the curve of his neck so you don’t have to look anywhere but him. letting you moan, and pant, and sigh into his skin while he rocks against that special spot situated deep in your core.

he goes harder when you ask him to. not faster, but harder—he knows the difference, letting the resistance in his hips subside so he can sink to the hilt over and over. 

the juxtaposition makes his head spin. how do you manage to sound so sweet while asking for something like that? able to melt his heart even on the brink of orgasm.

you kiss him when he fills you up, letting him sink on top of you with a huff and a shy laugh. he listens as you open up about the good parts of your day, his soft hums of agreement spurring you on.

toji wishes he was taught to articulate himself better. he’s trying, he really is. though the “i love you” he says into your skin seems like his best shot at a start. 

[yoshistory]

oh my god 15 days left at this job and im hearing word that at the last minute they're trying to snake back and barter to keep me after i've already mentally fucked off. fuuuuuck

[oceantornadoo]

bad day (simon riley x reader, best friends to lovers)

honestly, you should have seen it coming. staying in a safe house with four men who have never ending stomachs? but today, it was the last straw.

“you ate my last cookie?”

soap’s face dropped, jaw open. your voice was on the verge of breaking, tears forming in your eyes. you never showed this much vulnerability in front of the team, and he was flabbergasted. he shot a look at gaz, who was equally as confused. “‘m sorry, bonnie, i didnae ken-“ you pushed your hands on the table, shoving your chair back and out. “it’s ok. gonna take a nap.” you were wiping your eyes furiously, feeling unstable. first you got your period four days early (asking price to add pads to the shopping list was something you never wanted to experience again), then you couldn’t find your heating pad, and now your cookies were out? maybe it was the hormones, but you were done.

“oof.” you had ran into a thick wall. scratch that, the wall was moving. your vision was blurred by tears you refused to shed that you didn’t even realize it was your closest friend ghost. “dove?” you hiccuped. why did he always have to be so nice to you? gruff and mean-sounding to everyone else, but an avid listener and sweet talker when it came to you. “jus’ trying to get to my room, didn’t see you. sorry l.t..” you tried to maneuver around him, but unfortunately a 6’4 machine of a man did not move easily.

“why you cryin’, baby?” shit, simon did not mean to call you that. he did not want to have this conversation right now, especially when you looked like you were about to break down. you were always so strong, having to work ten times harder as a woman in the military, and he was always careful to not undermine you or your struggles. unfortunately, that landed him firmly in the friendzone for the past year, unable to confess his feelings without breaking your trust. he maneuvered you to the closest room, which happened to be his. he sat down on the bed, intending to sit you down next to him, but instead you still stood, walking in between his parted legs.

“‘m sorry, just on my period and everything hurts and it’s all hitting at once.” your eyes were red, avoiding his. he could see you were in pain, and as someone who had endured enemy torture and the hardest forms of training, his heart never hurt as much as it did now. he reached a gloved hand towards your face, brushing away your tears. his other hand came to your lower belly, rubbing circles over your clothes. “shhh, ‘s okay. you wanna sit down?” you shook your head in disagreement. you felt like a child, but you were never allowed to be weak outside of your own room. for some reason today, you let simon riley see you weak.

you walked around his body and laid on top of his covers, curling into a fetal position. he let you get comfy, finding a way to lay down that lessened your cramps. finally, you were done moving. “si?” you never called him that unless you absolutely needed him. he got up and locked the door, not wanting to disturb your peace. “yeah, baby?” might as well use it now, you hadn’t complained. if anything your face softened when he said it, and simon riley would die a thousand deaths just to see a moment of relief on your face. “will you lay with me?”

he eagerly stripped out of his gear, climbing on top of his bed to lay down with you. he placed a hand on your arm, letting you choose where you wanted him. you dragged his hand under your sweatshirt, using it like a heating pad for your cramps. you let out a soft moan of pleasure and he answered it with a low growl, pulling you into him by the stomach. his thumb caressed your bare skin with small circles, memorizing every dip and valley. he strived to commit the moment to memory, not knowing if you’d ever be this vulnerable again. “feel better, dove?” you nodded, finally succumbing to sleep that had evaded you the past night. he smiled under his mask, placing a small kiss to the back of your head.

finally you were at peace, and all because of him.

[monstersflashlight]

Imagine werewolf bf x werebunny(?) with a predator/prey kink and werewolf bf chases her in the woods and it’s just total smut and filth.

Hope that makes sense

Hi! <3 I hope you like this, it turned out to be a bit more fluffy than expected.

Little rabbit, bad wolf

Werewolf x fem!werebunny || predator/prey kink, chasing, dirty talk, knotting

It started as a bet. If he caught you, you were supposed to be his bunny maid for a week, costume included. But if he didn’t, he would build you a nice burrow for your heat. It was a good deal, and you were sure you could outsmart him. He gave you a head start, just a few minutes, but you thought it would be enough. So you took off your clothes and ran. You ran as fast as you could and found the perfect little spot to hide your quivering body.

When you agreed to play this with him, you weren’t expecting to be so fucking turned on. You thought it would be fun, but the heat pooling on your lower abdomen, and the slickness between your thighs were a new development. The idea of him running after you, him chasing you… it was driving you insane.

A thousand and one ideas were running around your mind as you hide. What would he do when he found you? Would the big bad wolf eat you? Would he go feral for you? Would he grab you by the hair and pull you to his cock? Would he make you get on all fours and ride you until you were panting and drooling over the forest floor? So many possibilities that were only making your breath faster, harder. You needed to calm down if you wanted him to lose.

He had to look for you for more than ten minutes if you wanted to win, just ten minutes and then you won a new burrow. At least five minutes have already passed when you heard a sound close by.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” You could hear his rapid breathing and his joking tone as you hid. “You can’t hide from me, little bunny, I can smell you.” You tried to be quiet, covering your mouth to stop the whimper that wanted to come out, his harsh voice making your pussy tingle.

You thought your hiding spot was perfect, but you didn’t think about your rapid heartbeat, so fast and so loud in your ears that you were worried he was going to find you soon. You didn’t think about your smell, and how good werewolf noses really were. You saw him pass a few meters away, thanking whoever it was up there that he didn’t see you. He kept walking and you lost sight of him, breathing a sign of relief.

Feeling in danger of being caught, you ran again. Bad choice, you realized instantly. You could hear him running behind you. The fire in your veins and the heat in your pussy was making your body push itself beyond anything you thought possible. He was fast, but you were a bunny on a mission. You wanted that damn burrow. But you wanted to get caught so badly, you wanted him to ravish you completely. But you kept running. You wouldn’t lose against a dumb predator, you might be the prey, but you were faster. Or so you thought.

At some point, you stopped to listen, your big ears twitching. You couldn’t hear him anywhere, the forest completely quiet. You should have guessed that was a bad sign. “Here you are!” An arm darted towards your body, you tried to escape but failed. He grabbed you by your fluffy tail and pulled you to him, making you scream. You could feel the heat pooling down on your abdomen. “I caught you. Now I get to eat you, bunny.” His voice was predatory, and you had no doubt you were going to enjoy whatever eating he did of you.

He didn’t give you time to react before you were on your back and his head was buried between your legs. He made out with your pussy messily, all drool and eagerness, pulling on your tail every once in a while. He was so good at that, he ate pussy like a champ and you could only moan as he did so, your mind going blank with pleasure.

You came twice before he growled and launched at you. He manhandled you into your stomach, his big body covered your back, pulling at your hips as he pushed your torso down. You were face down, ass up, when he pounded into you, fast and hard. You were the bunny in the relationship, but he was the one fucking you like a piston, so fast and so hard you couldn’t even scream, your throat raw, your mouth open in a silent scream, drool falling off as you panted.

“Are you going to be a good maid bunny for me?” He asked, you could feel the smirk on his voice. “I bet you will. And you’ll like it. You like to be my little servant, don’t you? You like when I order you around and make you do whatever I want. I bet I could make you suck my cock every evening when I get home. I think I’ll do that. I’ll have you kneeling on the floor and you’ll suck my big fat cock as soon as I get in.” Your pussy twitched around his hardness at that. “I felt that. You like the idea, don’t you? You like the idea of me having total control of you…” You whimpered, his words affecting you more than you thought.

He kept telling you every little detail of all the things he was going to make you do when you were his bunny maid. His words so filthy against your ear, his dick so hard as he pushed into you over and over that you lost your mind completely. He was hitting all your erogenous zones at once and you couldn’t hold back the noises you were making. When his knot started to stretch you out, you screamed. He chuckled and pushed deeper. Grinding his knot against your G-spot. You didn’t see stars, you saw whole galaxies as he made you come over and over. When he finished, he came so deep you could feel it in your sternum.

When he pulled out you felt his cum leaking out, your pussy slick with the mixed juices. “Look at that. Your pussy looks so good all messy with my cum.” You groaned, his words making some aftershocks ran through your body. “Looks like the big bad wolf caught the little rabbit at the end.” He chuckled at his own joke and you moaned, too tired to say anything. “Come on, bunny, let’s go home.” He picked you up and cradled you against his furry chest.

He made good on his promise and you had to suck his cock every day as soon as he got home. He also built you a good burrow so he could fuck you properly during your heat, claiming it was more for him than for you, but you knew better. Your boyfriend liked to chase you down like he was going to eat you, but he was very much in love with you. As you were with him.

[k9wa]

⟁ PLUMMET. ft BOOTHILL.

⠀ — “swoopin’ in to save me again, sugar plum?”

⚠︎ mechanic!reader (but it isn’t really relevant), i saw boothill trailer and ran to google docs, gn reader (ma’am used once at the end) wc 1k.

“your bounty has been completed!”

boothill could feel the explosion of the ship, even from the distance he was and against the strong winds from his high speed fall. a rush of heat slapped him in the face, leaving a thorough hunger in his gut temporarily quelled.

“how would you like to land?”

the cyborg kept his hat fastened to his head with his palm against the top, eyes briefly glancing down to the city below he was slowly getting closer to plumetting down into.

“…good question.”

the ground was steadily approaching, even if it was gonna take him a solid second or two to actually reach it. he’d never tested if his body could withstand smacking against concrete from— give or take— six thousand feet in the air, but he had a small hunch today wasn’t the day to try his luck. becoming a blue splat on the pavement wasn’t exactly in the cards of his itinerary.

boothill’s eyes looked left, looked right, fingers twirling the rope on his belt. he doubted it’d do much to really help, but it was a start nonetheless. 

he eventually came up with an idea— a totally foolproof idea. loop his rope around one of the street lights when he got close enough, avoid hitting the ground, swing himself back up into the air, and land safe and sound on…wherever the hell he managed to land. hopefully on his feet. 

super simple, super easy. lightwork.

and so he eyed the ground, wrapping one end of his rope taught around his right palm, his left getting the momentum of the other end ready in a smooth swinging motion.

“c’mon now boothill,” he muttered to himself, voice thoroughly drowned out by the wind. “ain’t nothin’ but a lil’ repositionin’.”

he kept falling, getting closer, 

closer…

closer…

almost there…

boothill readied his hand to swing, but the motion quickly became unnecessary when something— or rather, someone— grabbed his wrist, and he was pulled upward with a shocked ‘muddle—!’ before he could test the success rate of his plan.

the cowboy snapped his head up, hat nearly tipping off his head. he was hung like a ragdoll from his arm, feet dangling down below him as his eyes met his apparent saviours—

of course.

boothill’s sharp teeth slowly shone in a wide grin, loud and scruffy laugh echoing into the still rather open air around him. because who else would it have been besides you, your brows slightly furrowed at him from the safety of your little hoverboard he remembered you tinkering with just a couple days ago.

“well fudge me!” he’d slap his knee if the position allowed. “look who it is— ain’t you a sight for sore eyes!” 

boothill reached up for your other hand, you wordlessly met him halfway reaching down, leaving both of your fingers locking around the others wrist.

“swoopin’ in to save me again, sugar plum?”

you shake your head with a sigh, hoverboard beginning a steady descent down. it was a little harder to balance with boothill weighing it down, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

“you’re lucky,” you half scoff. “i’ve got a sixth sense for you being an idiot.”

boothill’s hearty laugh echoed out again, the wind whipping around you leaving his hair tousled and a little tangled. 

“ain’t that the fudgin’ truth,” he jostled your hand a little. he doubted he could really get adrenaline rushes anymore, but this was pretty damn close. “reckon i’d be flatter than a darn hotcake if it weren’t for yer timely intervention!” 

his feet touching the ground were a welcome stabilisation, though the cyborg made no move to release your hand— instead he actually broke into a quick sprint, barely giving you the time to pick up your board as he tugged you along.

“you got somewhere to be or somethin’?”

you asked, stumbling a bit before you got your footing to keep up. you were just so cute when you pretended to be all sore with him.

“you bet i do— somewhere that ain’t swarmin’ with those sorry IPC shirtbags!”

it was a fair point— a giant explosion in the sky of one of their own ships made quite the beacon for attention.

running with him wasn’t so bad, at least. his grip around your wrist was surprisingly gentle, and the smell of him filled your nose in the wind as you trailed behind. some citrus, maybe cedar, and an unmistakable lingering of those phosphorus tracer bullets he chewed on so often. 

you two dipped around a corner, backed against an old brick wall as some heavy footsteps kept running the other way. 

“say, remind me to get’cha a drink later,” boothill gave a small tug to your wrist again, bringing you just a little closer. “as a thanks for all them times y’saved my sorry behind.”

boothill smiled when you chuckled rather than shooing his hand away or giving a smart response.

“you’re gonna have quite the tab going.” you carefully repositioned your hand with his, your fingers lacing together rather than him just holding your wrist. boothill’s eyes could have turned into cartoonish hearts.

“tell ya what,” his hand gave yours a squeeze. “i know a place. it ain’t too far from here, won’t have to worry about no one botherin’ us,” it was quite endearing, the way his voice still held that gentle rasp even as it softened. “i start workin’ off that tab, get a night with you, and heck we’re both winnin’ ain’t we?” 

you hummed at that. it didn’t sound so bad.

“alright,” you nodded. “but let’s focus on you not having to gun down another dozen IPC workers first.”

it was your turn to pull him along with a swift tug of his wrist, resuming your sprint just in time to avoid some more heavy footsteps heading in your direction.

“you weren’t pullin’ my leg about that sixth sense, were ya sweetheart?” boothill fell into a natural step behind you.

“consider this added to your tab.”

“yes ma’am!”

⠀ MASTERLIST / GOT A REQUEST ?

[ihopeiexplode]

ArrangedHusband!Sukuna headcanons!

Heian era ‼️‼️🗣️

Content: Angst . Fluff . suggestive themes . MNDI

A/N: I have zero writing skills and it's also short💥💥🔥

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who at first hated your presence, why should he bother loving you if he only married you to have a Hier? Just because you're his arranged wife doesn't necessarily mean he has to like you.

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who saw you as nothing but a lesser being whose only use is to grant him an heir.

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who never cared about your feelings, let alone cared for you in general and only saw you as a tool for his own wellbeing,

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who hated the fact you avoid him let alone bare eye contact with him.

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who grew tired of your avoidant behavior towards him. He can't tolerate your presence no matter how hard he tries. And how you keep fighting each time he tries fucking you, why should you fight? You're just making it harder for him to do his work.

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who decided to constantly Convince you to let him have his way with you if you're not gonna be easy about it.

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who noticed how more distant and avoidant you got after 'that' night, and even noticed how scared and freighted you look each time he tried approaching you. Freighted why? Hm don't know maybe because he really didn't care about how you felt during the duration of it?

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who had enough of your behavior and decided he should at least try to act like a how a husband would act towards their pregnant wife..

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who tried being loving and caring to you..

Keyword: "tried.."

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who would attend to your every need at the start of your pregnancy, have a craving? It's already there in a matter of seconds

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who would get irritated at your mood swings, your happy then suddenly your mad at him then your suddenly all sad and pouting??

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who would try to comfort you whenever you felt sad during your mood swings, but he doesn't know how to comfort people causing you to just feel more upset

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who slowly grew fond of you and gained genuine feelings for you

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who tells himself he doesn't love you repeatedly

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who would get easily possessive and jealous whenever he sees you interact with another male that's not him

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who makes it known to everyone that your his, and his alone.

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna whose eyes soften once he saw how his heir looked, it looked exactly like a carbon copy of him, minus the marks and the red eyes, seeing that the child inherited your eyes

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who finally came into terms of him actually loving you, of course he'll never tell you that though,

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who would dedicate all his paintings and poetry to you and occasionally his child

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who hated the fact of leaving you and his child.

—

Bonus:

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna whose eyes lit up when he saw you again after thousands of years when you and him made eye contact while he was in control of yujis body.

[delulu-is-the-solulu-843]

Basically Abby teaches you how to fuck her or alternatively, Abby topping from the bottom.

-

“Mmhm that’s it baby, fuck just like that” Abby’s back arched as you fucked into her. You told her you wanted to try wearing the strap, but you’ve never done so before so she told she’d walk you through it. While you were the one fucking her abby was still in complete control. You were merely just obeying as she basically used you as a toy.

“Snap your hips harder baby” you grip her hips and do as your told and the reaction is immediate, her head falls back against the pillows with a porn worthy moan.

“Fuck good girl” you preen at the praise and snap your hips into her again, wanting to please her more.

“Add some deep thrust between” she grunted out “put the whole strap in” she instructed.

You slowed your pace and fucked the whole strap into her, almost cumming at the way she whimpered. Your thrusts were quick yet deep. You can’t believe Abby would do this for hours to you, you were getting tired already. Sweat glistened your body and your muscles burned but you were determined. You were going to make Abby cum.

The view below was worth the pain you’d have later, her hair splayed out on the pillow, sweat dotting her forehead and a flush on her body. Her eyes were half lidded and watching you, her tits bounced with each thrust and if you looked down you could see the way the strap disappeared into her pussy, her slick coating the strap making a white ring form at the base.

You were beginning to understand why Abby loved fucking you so much, if this is the view you got you’d fuck her every chance you got.

The hands on your waist gripped tighter

“So good so fucking good, that’s it baby. Loosen up and let your hips move.”

You thrust with your hips and you’re rewarded with a broken moan as Abby bites her lip. “Mmh atta girl”

“Think you can multi task” she asks panting

You nod your head yes and a slap is placed on your ass

“You know the rules baby. Use your words.”

“Yes Abby”

“There you go sweetheart. Think you can rub my clit while you fuck me?” She asks and you bite back a groan. Fuck god her talking about you fucking her just flips a switch inside you.

“Yes” you tell her determined. You were going to make her cum while fucking her with the strap. Before you began she told you not to feel bad if you had to tap out, because wearing the strap wasn’t for everyone. You were going to show her wrong.

You do something you’ve seen her do a thousand times, you slow your thrusts and spit on her pussy, and she has the exact same reaction you always do. She whimpers.

You use your spit as lube to rub her clit with while you pick up the pace again. It took a minute to get the pacing again but you got it.

“Good girl, good girl good girl…” Abby chanted under her breath as you fucked her.

Her fingers dug into you surely going to leave a bruise. Her cunt was tightening around the strap which made you have to work harder to fuck it in and out of her. Your fingers circled her clit. And you were rewarded for all your efforts.

Abby’s back arches, her heels dig into the bed and she cry’s out your name as she squirts around the strap.

You made Abby Anderson squirt, that’s the only thing you can think of as you watch her unravel beneath you.

You flop down onto breathing heavily. It was worth it but you couldn’t do any more, you can’t believe Abby would go round after round like that.

You buried your face in Abby neck and you felt her trying to catch her breath beneath you. “Holy shit” she breaths out

“Holy shit” you repeat back to her

You felt her press kisses to your head. “You did so good for me sweetheart, such a good girl.” She praises you and you smile against her neck.

She rolls you both over groaning when the strap slides out of her. You feel her undoing the buckles and pulling the strap down your legs. You feel her put your legs on her shoulders and you tiredly look down at her.

She looks up at you her eyes meeting yours, “good girls get to cum too.” She winks before devours your soaked cunt.

[hollandsangel]

2:15 am | c. sturniolo

HI yes im alive who’s surprised (me, i am)

self proclaimed mayor of the ‘chris can’t sleep alone’ club (doing gods work, you’re welcome)

summary: chris cant sleep & you’re the perfect remedy

wc: 834

gif by @hotelstares !

you haven’t been asleep very long. maybe twenty minutes or half an hour.

you’re in the midst of a fuzzy dream when your phone starts to vibrate on your dresser next to your bed. the sound is difficult to recognize at first, getting all mixed up with your dream in your mind. eventually it wakes you up, tugging you away from the soft haze you’d been emersed in.

groggily, you reach over for the device, squinting your eyes to try and read the contact. your eyes are bleary, but you’re able to make out your boyfriends name and contact photo after a brief seceond.

“chris?” you wonder through the line upon answering, voice thick with sleep and hardly above a whisper.

“hey ma,” his voice is smooth, like he hasn’t been asleep yet.

“hi…i think i was dreaming about you,” you say as you let your head fall back against the pillow, rubbing gently at your eyes with your other hand.

“yeah?” he says through a deep breath. the smile your confession elicits from him is audible and contagious.

“yeah, either that or i just spent the last four days with you and my brain hasn’t realized we’re apart yet,” you think he must be able to hear your smile as well.

“my brain hasn’t really realized it either,” he mumbles, getting a little bit shy.

you close your eyes, content being soothed by his voice.

“what time is it?” you ask him, even if you could easily look at your phone screen for the answer. opening your eyes feels like too much work.

chris answers of course, without hesitation, “2:15,”

“it’s pretty late, you okay, bub?” you ask him before answering your own question, “can’t sleep?” you know how he gets, always needing someone close by when he drifts off.

you can imagine it’s a bit difficult tonight, considering you spent the last few nights sharing his bed. you’d found it a little harder than normal too, having gotten used to his arms tucked around you, his face pressed against your shoulder blade.

“i miss you,” he mutters and it makes you blush, “and i don’t wanna crawl into bed with matt or nick, i know it won’t help,” he admits, letting out a long breath.

“you wanna come over?”

“would that be okay?” he seems a little bit embarrassed, like he might be inconveniencing you.

“of course, chris,” you open your eyes now, reaching over to turn on your bedside lamp, “i want cuddles now,” you say sheepishly, face still half pressed against your pillow, muffling the words.

“mmk, i’ll get an uber, be there soon,”

“kay, love you,” you sigh, waiting for him to hang up.

“love you too,” he says first, making you smile even if you’ve heard it a thousand times.

in the twenty minutes it takes for chris to show up, you’re drifting in and out of sleep, trying your hardest to keep the lull of exhaustion at bay as you wait, no matter the difficulty.

soon enough, the sound of a key in the lock sends a small jolt of wakefulness through you, and you anticipate the subtle push of the door as he comes through to your bedroom.

“nick or matt’s bed wasn’t good a enough?” you tease, watching him turn a little red as he shuffles into your room.

“i wanted to sleep in your bed,” he mumbles, beanie hanging low and covering his eyebrows, pajama pants hanging lower. he lifts the duvet and crawls in with you, immediately wrapping you in his arms, “nd’ i wanted to sleep with you, not my stinky brothers.”

you laugh, stifling it against the blankets “m glad you’d rather snug with me,”

“you kidding? you’re the best snugger around.”

“i’d say,” you hum, tugging his beanie off and tossing it somewhere on your floor.

he gives you a squeeze before reaching over to turn you so you’re facing him, “thanks for letting me come over,” he mutters, beaming in the low light. he looks so pretty like this, grinning down at you, illuminated by the soft glow of your lamp. he reaches up slightly and brushes your hair from your face.

you have a small moment of realization; he’s admiring you the same way you’re admiring him. you think your heart grows in size, gratitude making it swell up.

“thanks for comin’,” you whisper back, leaning up so your noses touch.

chris closes the gap, giving you a gentle kiss before pulling back and kissing your forehead too.

“night,” he tucks you against him, keeping you close, “i love you,” it’s sweet, how his tone changes. it’s tired now, chalked full of sleep and you can’t help but think it’s because he’s with you now, and that’s what puts him at ease enough to finally relax.

“i love you too,” you whisper into the barely-there space between you, watching as his eyes close and his lashes kiss the tops of his cheeks.

you can’t help yourself, leaning forward just enough to kiss him there too.

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