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backinmyphase · 14 days ago

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You didn't like the palace of the king of curses.

It wasn't because of the big garden with flowers you have never seen before, it wasn't because of the library with books you could only have dreamed of touching when you still lived in your home village.

It wasn't even the big intimidating king who was always scowling.

"There she is again. The king's new whore."

You didn't like the palace because of the maids who were constantly gossiping.

Every morning at precisely 5 am you were woken up by the sound of your door opening and the almost extra heavy steps of one of the maids. The maid would always start cleaning loudly at that ungodly hour and leave the curtains and door open when they leave. As they clean, they would always ignore you, never acknowledging your whining and groaning.

If it was just the lost sleep you wouldn't think they had something against you. Maybe it was just common here?

Wrong. Very wrong.

It wasn't common to be watched whenever you left your 'chambers'. It wasn't common to be glared at in the hallway. It wasn't common to wake up to torn clothes in your closet. And you really hoped it wasn't common to find tiny shards in your food.

It started with just whispering about you in the first week you were here. But over the last two months you felt the growing dread, growing hate towards you.

After you wore a kimono dress more oftenly, you would find it in shreds the next morning. And every snack that was brought to you was reflecting in different colors when the sun touched them.

Last week Sukuna had ordered you to eat with him. And as you felt their piercing glares you knew they were fuming.

"How do you think he will get rid of her when he gets bored?" Giggling. And of course they didn't care anymore if you heard what they said about you. Because they knew by now you wouldn't run to Sukuna about it.

Why? You didn't know. Maybe it was your sick masochistic pride which refused to ask that man for help. You would never admit it but somewhere deep in you, you didn't want him to see you as weak. Which he probably already did, but that was off the point. You didn't want him to see you scared because of some unspoken threats.

And today would be no different. Even if you could hear them talking about how you must be crazy in bed for their king to be so patient with you. But oh, were they wrong. Truth was, you didn't share anything intimate with the king.

You were just a gift for him from your village, someone he just kept around because he could. Well, that was your theory. Nobody knew what the king was really thinking.

"Oh, he will rip her apart for sure! Or maybe just slice her in two..."

That was enough of that for the day. Like always you skipped the rest of lunch, fleeing with light and quick steps out of that unbearable room. Maybe you had a sick masochistic pride, but even that had its limits.

At times like these you went into the library. They weren't allowed in there. The books there kept you warm and safe, away from the glances and whispers. Books about the world, countries you have never heard before. How could you, if you had never had seen so many books in one place?

Back in your village you would have called all these things meaningless. What about some other place on the other side of the earth? As if it would ever be important for you. But right now? It was nice to focus on something so meaningless. Maybe it was the relaxation. Probably it was the sleep deprivation. Who could blame you for falling asleep between these books?

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"Wake up." If you were back at your village you would have complained about this kind of waking up. But after the last two months it almost seemed gentle.

"Hmmmm?" you whined while keeping your eyes shut. You just wanted to sleep.

"I said wake up." You groaned while rubbing your eyes and slowly sitting up. Opening them to look into these red ones. Red eyes, crimson red eyes.

Annoyed, Sukuna sat down on the opposite side of the table you had layed your head on. Only now you realized how high the table was built, built specific for him to work on.

"I don't like it to be kept waiting." he leaned back in his chair. "I thought I made it clear to dine with you-"

"It's already dinner time?" you straightened your posture, your right cheek feeling hot from the laying on top of the book. Your eyes still felt heavy but you tried your hardest to keep them open.

"Was. It's already much past it in fact. I had to search for a long time to find you."

You looked outside of one of the big windows in the library, seeing the moon standing high in the nightsky. You rubbed your eyes, while a small yawn escaped. "I'm sorry, my lord, I fell asleep."

He scoffed. "I could see that. What I'm asking myself is why? Aren't you sleeping well?"

And of course you couldn't just keep your mouth shut like you had wanted. No, you scoffed too and narrowed your eyes as you thought about them. "Oh, but of course I do."

There was a tense silence after that, you didn't know what but something shifted in the atmosphere. Sukuna's eyes had suddenly something dark in them. "Elaborate."

You gaped but stayed silent. He didn't question, he demanded an explanation. But there was still your pride.

"Just neck problems, you know." you lowered your gaze onto the books you had read before falling asleep. Why the hell did you read about ants?

"Really?" his voice suddenly seemed so low. "Do you think you need a new sleeping place?"

As you looked at him, Sukuna had that strange glint in his eyes, the atmosphere more tense out of sudden.

"Oh, it's not that bad, don't worry." you muttered quietly, trying to ignore his intense stare.

"Well it's certainly not nothing if you oversleep dinner."

This wasn't going anywhere. You tried to lift your gaze just a bit, trying to see what his expression was, but you were immediately met with his red eyes making you advert your look.

The silence was awkward.

It wasn't like the king and you were constantly talking. Normally there would also be a silence in the room when you would dine. But that silence was different. Then he would be content with just your company, no fancy topics needed.

But right now he demanded an explanation. And you were to stubborn to give him it.

You looked at your book again just hoping he would drop it. Making it a battle of stubbornness, which others would laugh at, but was between the two of you more often than normal.

Hmmm...

Ants don't have ears. Instead of hearing through auditory canals, ants "hear" by feeling vibrations in the ground. Special sensors on their feet and on their knees help ants interpret signals from their surroundings. They also use their antennae and the hairs on their body to feel around while foraging for food.

Who would have known?

"Are you gonna drop the antics and just tell me what's going on?" he was annoyed and probably rightfully so, but you were too deep into it now.

"Don't know what you are talking about."

He let out a small groan and stood up. Making his way around the table to stand behind you. And for the first time since you were picked up from your village he was so close you could feel his warmth. He was leaning down behind you. His voice speaking into your right ear from behind.

"If you want to play this game then so be it. But I always find out. And if you keep sleeping so badly, well..."

You could hear his smirk. "Then I just have to make personally sure you sleep well."

With that he left. Left the room. And left you with a embarrassing warmth in your cheeks and tummy and cool ant facts.

@csolya @neuvilletteswife4ever @unaaasz

Hehe this was sitting in my drafts over six months, sryy (but I finished it on my birthday sooo)

Part 1 Part 2

#jjk #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna #sukuna fluff

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i-dont-r3member · 11 months ago

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Ah fuck I’ve accidentally stayed up until 5am reading about silly gay people on my phone again

#at what point does it count as technically pulling an all nighter #not this specific instance (yet) bcus I def don’t count 5 that’s amateur hour but typically atp I won’t fall asleep until at least 6:30-7 #which is like…average school year wake up time so maybe counts? but then again I will falls asleep and technically sleep through the morning #I just don’t sleep at night at all #so I’m *technically* up ALL night #but it doesn’t feel right to call it an all nighter if I end up with like four hours of sleep anyways #hm #truly questions for the mentally unwell #bad sleep habits #sleep deprivation #sleep deprived #sleep #once again my phones autocorrect greatly decreases the comedic value of my posts #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own

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girlgenius1111 · 1 month ago

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learning curve part 5

alexia putellas x reader [& r's nephew] after a hectic and rushed morning, will gets sick. r and alexia take care of him. later in the week, r and alexia lose to real madrid, and will tries to help. fluff + hurt comfort 🙂

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It seemed as though for every obstacle overcome, another one almost immediately presented itself. Every time you were able to push some doubt you had about yourself out of your head, another one replaced it. And every time, Alexia was there to ground you back to reality. She had enough confidence in you that it was okay when you didn’t really feel it in yourself.

And as time passed, your own confidence grew, and it seemed like Alexia’s did too. Until it was shaken.

Mornings in your household were pretty routine. Alexia got up, giving you time to sleep in as she got Will up and ready for the day. At first, you’d felt bad that she was taking the morning with him and you weren’t doing anything. But, as Alexia argued, you did almost the entirety of his bedtime with him, while Alexia pretended not to fall asleep on the sofa. And Ale liked having time with him in the morning, and she was awake anyway.

The two of them had their own special little morning routine, which included a walk around the neighborhood and Will spending 10 minutes picking his outfit out. It was practiced, at this point; Will and Alexia moved through the morning with purpose while you moved through the morning practically half conscious until your coffee kicked in, normally just as you were leaving the house to drop Will at school and head to training.

This morning, however, was neither routine nor practiced. You and Alexia had been up later than you’d intended. Normally, her internal clock woke her up without fail. It seemed that not getting her 9 hours had messed with her internal alarm, and she was roughly shaking you awake just 20 minutes before you had to leave.

“Amor. Amor. We overslept, levántante!” Alexia was almost frantic.

You groaned, batting her hand away from your shoulder. She was usually much nicer when she woke you up, though the circumstances obviously wouldn’t allow for the few minutes she normally spent stroking your hair and kissing your face.

“If you do not get up right now, we won’t have time for coffee.” Alexia called over her shoulder, heading down the hall to get Will up.

And with that, you were scrambling out of bed and stumbling into the bathroom. What followed was a very chaotic and very rushed 20 minutes, but you managed to make it out of the house in time, travel mug of coffee in hand. Will was eating his breakfast quietly in the backseat on the way to his school, Alexia driving calmly like she hadn’t acted like a maniac to get everyone out of the house on time, and you were trying to make your hair look less like Alexia had very clearly had you on your back the night before.

Alexia pulled into the dropoff line, and you reached back to undo Will’s car seat buckles.

“Have a good day, buddy. We’ll see you later.” You told him, ruffling his hair as he gave you a small smile.

“Love you Tia, love you Ale,” he called, opening the door and carefully climbing down out of the car.

You only really had time to think once you were driving towards training, half your coffee already gone. It was more than a little odd that you and Alexia had been allowed to oversleep. Will woke up at roughly the same time everyday, and in the rare event Alexia didn’t get him up, he got her up. Today, though, he’d still been sleeping when she’d gone in to wake him, almost an hour and a half later than normal. It hadn’t struck you as odd until you’d thought about it for more than 5 seconds, but once you had… you were retroactively trying to analyze your nephew’s behavior in the short time you’d been with him that morning.

“Did something seem off to you? With Will this morning?”

Alexia hummed, thinking. “No. A little quiet, I guess. Maybe he didn’t sleep well.”

You nodded, going over Wil’s behavior that morning. Quiet felt like it was only part of it, but Alexia was always more observant than you.

“You’re right. He’s fine.”

“He’s fine.” Alexia echoed, reaching over to grab your hand and lace your fingers with hers. She glanced over with a reassuring smile. “You’re overthinking. He’s okay.”

You returned her smile, trying to convince yourself. There was just this nagging feeling in the back of your head, one you couldn’t get rid of. Will’s face as you dropped him off this morning kept popping into your head, and maybe you were imagining things, but it seemed different than his usual smile. His goodbye had been quieter, and you could have sworn he walked slower into the building than normal.

You shook your head, squeezing Alexia’s hand and trying to focus on her next to you before you began to freak out over nothing. Will was fine.

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Will was not fine. He’d woken up feeling positively awful, like everything in his body wasn’t working right. His head felt cloudy and his brain felt slower than normal. He’d barely been able to eat even a few bites of his breakfast before he had to give up, his stomach turning. He was warm when he woke up, his dinosaur comforter and matching sheets pushed to the bottom of his bed, but so cold his teeth were chattering in the car on the way to school, even wrapped in his new Barcelona sweatshirt. [Alexia had brought it home for him two days ago, despite you telling her he didn’t need anymore clothes. Alexia was always bringing him home little things she saw that made her think of him, and those were his most favorite things. The brontosaurus ornament from the christmas shop she’d gone to with you, the glow-in-the-dark shoes she’d brought home from a nike photo shoot, the spiderman keychain to attach to his backpack she’d gotten in the airport on the way home from an away game.]

Will wanted nothing more than to go home and burrow under the knit blanket you kept on the couch. He didn’t even care if you didn't let him watch the TV, as long as the icky feeling that filled his entire body went away soon. He thought about saying something, telling you he didn’t feel well.

But then he’d remembered what Alexia had said the night before, about today being an important training session before you played Madrid over the weekend. Will wasn’t quite sure how long training was, but he assumed it was like school, and you’d be gone all day. And Will knew that football was your and Alexia’s job, and his Dad had always told him how important jobs were. When Will still lived with his Dad, he hadn’t been allowed to stay home sick, because his Dad couldn’t miss work.

If anything, your and Alexia’s job seemed even bigger and more important than his Dad’s job. If Will said he was sick, one of you might have to stay home with him and miss training. That would be making way too much trouble, Will had decided. So, he’d put on a brave face and gone to school.

Maybe, when he got home, he could say he was extra tired, and take a nap on the couch with one of you. Maybe you’d lay with him on the couch and scratch his back like you did when he had a bad dream. He had to get through the school day first, a task that was feeling more and more impossible with every passing second.

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The call came after the gym session. You always kept your phone on you now, as the adult responsible for a small child. It was a beautiful day, the kind that you pictured when you’d signed with Barcelona. Sun shining, warm on your skin. Your muscles ached in the best way, and though your worry for your nephew persisted somewhat, Alexia had been very reassuring. You walked with her now, from the gym out to the pitch, chatting easily about some gossip her sister had told her on the phone. It was funny, how you spent practically all your time together but you never ran out of things to talk about. Your teammates teased you for it, how you were constantly together, attached at the hip.

Your phone rang, but Alexia kept going on about Alba’s horrible co-worker, assuming it wasn’t a call you’d need to take in the middle of training. Yet when you pulled it out of your pocket and saw it was Will’s school calling, and Alexia caught a glimpse of the caller ID over your shoulder, she cut herself off abruptly.

“Hello?” You answered, stopping just off the pitch. You motioned for Alexia to go ahead without you, as Pere was calling everyone to gather around him, but she just rolled her eyes, leaning her head closer to try to listen.

“Hello, is this Will’s guardian?”

“Yes. Is everything okay?”

“Well, we have Will here in the nurse’s office, and…”

You listened intently, as did Alexia, though there was something heavy now weighing on her mind. You’d told her that something wasn’t right with Will that morning. And she hadn’t listened. She’d been more focused on reassuring you and calming your anxiety, not pausing to think whether you might be worrying for a good reason.

The nurse explained that Will had gotten sick in class, and needed to be picked up right away. Alexia was telling one of the assistant coaches who had wandered over that there was a family emergency and you both had to go before you’d even hung up the phone. As soon as you did, though, you turned to Alexia, face pinched with concern.

“Ale, you can stay–”

“No.” Alexia said assuredly, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the building. “We will both go get him.”

Through your concern, your heart felt like it grew in size. Alexia never missed training voluntarily. Never. But now, she was rushing out with barely any notice to go with you to get Will, and you were reminded of how lucky you were to have her with you in this.

Even if she wasn’t thinking the same thing about herself in that moment.

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The two of you rushed into the nurse’s office, panicked to a level that the nurse was not unfamiliar with. It was always the same with first time parents, when they had to come get their sick kid from school for the first time. The panic was always the same, you and Alexia practically breaking down her door in your haste to get to your nephew.

“Will,” you sighed, some of the stress and anxiety leaving your body at the sight of him in front of you. He was curled up on his side, tears still falling, pale and shaky, yet you were with him now, and that made it a little better.

“I’m sorry.” Will whimpered, sitting up shakily and wiping at his eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay, mi amor, don’t be sorry.” Alexia cooed, crouching down in front of the small cot and leaning in to kiss Will’s temple. She followed up with her hand right after, pressing it to his forehead and feeling the heat of his skin. He had a fever. How had she missed this?

Carefully, you pulled Will into your arms, lifting him easily.

“Please don’t be sorry, Will. I’m sorry we didn’t realize you weren’t feeling well.” You told him, slowly rubbing his back as he cried.

“I threw up in class and everyone saw.” He sobbed, burying his face in your neck. Your heart broke, and one look at Alexia told you hers was doing the same.

“I’ll sign him out.” Alexia murmured, resting one hand on Will’s back for a moment before heading to the desk, Will’s dinosaur backpack comically slung over her shoulder. You began to walk with your nephew out of the building and to the car, hearing his cries begin to slow.

When you finally got him buckled into his seat, after some convincing required to get him to let go of you, you felt his forehead just as Alexia had.

“Oh, buddy, you’re burning up.” You murmured.

Will’s lip was still trembling, but he tried to smile at you. “I’m… I’m okay.”

You could have laughed at how visibly untrue that statement was, but nothing about this was funny. Not even Alexia wearing Will’s backpack out to the car, much too small on her back.

You just kissed the top of his head, shut his door and headed around to the passenger seat. The car was quiet for a minute as Alexia backed out of the parking lot, only just noticing how poorly she had parked in her haste to get to Will.

“Are we going to football?” Will piped up quietly from the backseat. He’d come a few times, when he hadn’t had school, and he was hoping you and Ale would just bring him there so you wouldn’t miss work.

You and your girlfriend exchanged confused glances, Alexia studying him in the rearview mirror.

“No, bud, we’re going home. You’re sick, you need to rest.” You replied.

You weren’t expecting Will to start crying again, but the sound of his sniffling soon filled the car.

“But… but work is important. You can’t miss just for me!”

You twisted around in your seat to look at him, reaching out a hand to rest on his knee. His little face was flushed red, from sickness or emotion you weren’t sure. It shattered your heart that he would ever presume that football was more important than him.

“Will, you are much more important than work. So much more important.” You told him, tilting your head slightly to make eye contact with him.

“Cariño, did you feel ill this morning and not tell us because we had training?” Alexia cut in, the question practically burning on the way out.

A moment passed before your nephew nodded slightly. You half wanted to tell Alexia to stop the car so you could get into the backseat and pull Will into your arms, and half wanted Alexia to just run you over. You weren’t sure where he’d gotten the idea to lie about being sick, but it felt like a massive failure on your part.

“If you’re sick, baby, you have to tell us so we can take care of you. You don’t need to worry about football or training or anything; you come first, okay?”

“Will, you are the most important to us. More than football, do you understand?” Alexia asked, her voice shaking slightly with emotion.

Will nodded, his brown hair flopping into his eyes as he did so. “Okay.”

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Alexia felt like the guilt could crush her. She never never wanted you or Will to think that football was more important to her. Yet here Will was, so sick his little body was shaking, but he’d tried to power through so he wouldn’t interrupt training.

It was with this guilt in her mind that she hovered uncertainly over the sofa, watching as you tucked Will under her favorite knit blanket, the one she preferred when she was sick, too. Alexia assumed neither you nor Will would want her around in that moment. You, because she’d talked you out of being rightfully worried for your nephew. And Will, for making him feel like he came second to her.

She was minutes away from offering to go to the grocery store and get the ingredients to make soup, just so she could have an excuse to call her Mami in the car and tell her how badly she messed up.

Well, how badly she thought she messed up.

“Okay, buddy. What can I get you? A snack? Soup? Anything?” You wondered, brushing his hair out of his face.

Alexia’s thoughts were still racing as Will’s gaze flicked over to her.

“Pancakes?” He wondered quietly, giving you a half smile. You chuckled, not sure why you thought he’d ask for anything else.

“Of course. I’ll go make them.” You stood, freezing when Alexia cleared her throat and spoke shakily.

“No, I can. You stay here with him.” She said quietly.

You raised your eyebrows, something about your girlfriend’s demeanor throwing you off. She seemed miserable and close to tears, somehow. Frowning, you opened your mouth, ready to ask her to join you in the kitchen for a minute so you could figure out what was wrong.

Will beat you to it, though. “Tia, sit with me?”

Will wasn’t looking at you, though. He was looking at Alexia. Her gaze flickered between yours and Will’s for a moment, completely dumbstruck.

“M-me?” Alexia asked, wringing her hands together. It had been a while since you’d seen her like this, so visibly upset when she was normally the picture of composure.

It didn’t seem to push Will off, though, because he just nodded. “Tia Ale sit with me. Tia go make pancakes.”

Will had called Alexia… Alexia the entire few months he’d been here. Sometimes Ale, but never anything else. You were Tia, and Alexia was Alexia. Until now, apparently.

Alexia could have sobbed, truly. Just when she’d been thoroughly convinced she was a horrible.. guardian or whatever she was, Will had innocently asked for her to sit with him, and fixed every doubt that was gripping her heart.

And you… you were looking at her with tears in your own eyes, a smile on your face. There was no annoyance on your face, no blame in your eyes. You just looked happy.

Maybe she hadn’t messed up as bad as she thought.

Without another word, Alexia sat on the couch, sliding under the blanket with Will and tucking him into her side. He snuggled right against her, his face still slightly pinched with discomfort, but seeming a lot more comfortable now.

After a minute of silence, Alexia now beaming at you from the couch, Will looked away from the TV back to where you were standing, watching the two of them fondly.

“Tia? Pancakes? Please?” He reminded you.

You nodded with a small laugh, leaning down to kiss his temple, and Alexia’s before heading into the kitchen.

You really loved your little family.

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Will admittedly didn’t know much about football. He knew that you and Alexia were very good, knew that you both worked very hard. He knew Barcelona wore the blue and red colors, and he’d learned the numbers that appeared on the back of your kits. Though he’d yet to attend a match, he’d watched most of them from Eli’s couch while she gave him all the snacks he could ever want.

Will was watching when you and Alexia lost to Real Madrid, and Eli tried to explain to him the significance. All he really took away from that conversation, though, was that you and Ale would be sad, and he should probably give you hugs to make it better.

He’d done so when you picked him up from Eli’s, allowing Alexia time to head home and decompress. Will hugged you tight, Alexia even tighter once he got home and saw the frown on her face. It was late in the evening, already past his bedtime, and the two of you were very quiet.

Will thought he sort of knew how you felt, because he didn’t like losing the games at recess, either. There wasn’t much he could think to do, though. He’d barely been home 10 minutes before you were asking him to go get his pajamas out, so he could start getting ready for bed. You and Alexia walked in a few minutes later, after having a tense whispered conversation in the hall, one that Will did not miss.

He could tell you were both upset, but you tried your best not to let it show that you were somewhat upset with each other. It always happened after a loss, especially one like this. You and Alexia would be tense, snap at each other. It was a different situation entirely now that Will was here, his little face gazing up at the two of you, wide eyed, where he sat tucked under his covers.

He’d put his pajamas on himself, and both you and Alexia cracked smiles when you noticed his shirt was on backwards. He smiled back, wordlessly holding out his favorite book for one of you to read.

You took it, perching on the edge of his bed while Alexia leaned in the doorway, exhaustion causing her eyes to droop. Will looked between the two of you as you opened the book.

“Are you fighting?”

Alexia’s eyes were on you, you could tell, waiting for you to take the lead. You didn’t quite feel like looking at her, so you smiled softly at your nephew, running a hand through his brown curls.

“No, bud. We’ve just had a long day.”

Will looked dubious, even as Alexia nodded along.

“It sounded like you were fighting. In the hall. When you said Alexia was being mean and Alexia said you didn’t care about her feelings.”

You froze at that, not quite sure what your response was supposed to be. You were so tired, too tired to figure out how to explain that you and Alexia were just having a small argument to Will. Every part of your body ached from the physical match that had been played, and you swore you still felt as cold as if you’d stepped out of the rain just a minute ago and not several hours ago.

Just before you were about to stumble your way through some explanation, Alexia cleared her throat.

“We aren’t fighting, cariño. Your Tia and I just care a lot about football, and when we lose, it makes us sad.”

“That’s what Eli said, that you would be sad, and I should give you a really big hug.”

Alexia smiled softly, stepping further into the room, but not quite approaching you. You still wouldn’t look at her.

“She’s right, your hug made me feel so much better. Your Tia and I hate losing, and sometimes we aren’t very nice to each other after we lose. But we aren’t fighting, just… disagreeing.”

Will thought for a moment, his fingers fiddling with his navy blue spiderman pajama top.

“You should be better at losing.” He said finally.

You snorted, and Alexia laughed. Will smiled proudly, even as you shook your head in mock disbelief.

“Says the little boy who flipped the board over when he lost at checkers yesterday!”

Will giggled, and the tension was broken. Mostly.

Neither of you wanted him to carry the weight you were feeling, feel sad just because you both were. You kept his nighttime routine as normal as possible, reading his book and tucking him in, both of you kissing his forehead before heading out.

Alexia didn’t say anything as you headed to your shared bedroom, but to be fair, neither did you. It was a bit early for the two of you to head to bed, but after the day you’d had, both of you knew sleep would be the best thing.

Pajamas on, you and Alexia slid into bed, the room still silent. It only took a minute after you flicked the light off for the bed to shift, Alexia’s warm body sliding closer until she was pressed up against you.

Tired of being mad, you turned into her, resting your head against her chest as her arms encircled you. A deep sigh escaped you, and you felt like it was the first real breath you’d had since the full time whistle had blown.

“I’m sorry. I was harsh, and I shouldn’t have been. I love you.” Alexia murmured, lips pressing a kiss to your hair.

You snuggled closer, inhaling again the scent of her. “I’m sorry too. You’re allowed to be upset, I shouldn’t have tried to fix it when you just needed to feel it.”

“And we both need to get better at losing.” Alexia replied. You could hear the small grin in her voice, feel her chest shake slightly as she chuckled.

“Apparently.” You agreed.

“Goodnight, mi amor.”

“Goodnight my Ale.”

And just like that, everything was fine again. Everything was fixed.

—

Will woke early the next morning. As was his routine, he got up and headed for your room to wake Alexia up. She was an early riser, didn’t mind getting up with him and letting you sleep in. Most of the time, she was already kind of awake, scrolling on her phone.

This morning, though, when Will pushed the door open and peaked his head in, Alexia wasn’t awake. She was out cold, head practically shoved under her pillow, while you slept completely on the other side of the bed, one arm hanging off the side of the bed. You both looked very comfy, and Will remembered last night, how tired Alexia had seemed. She’d practically fallen asleep in his doorway standing up.

Thinking for a moment, Will turned around and headed back to his room. He grabbed his ipad out from his backpack, the one he took with him for the car trip to Eli’s. He wasn’t technically supposed to have it now, but he figured that you wouldn’t mind if he let you sleep. He grabbed his headphones, too, his favorite blanket and his most favorite dino, Robert. As quietly as he could, he crept back down the hall and into your room. Climbing up on the bed, he took advantage of the ample space between the two of you, settling back against the pillows under his blankie. He plugged his headphones in, tucked his dino under one arm, and pressed play on his favorite dinosaur show.

This way, you both could keep sleeping, and he didn’t have to play alone somewhere by himself.

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You awoke to small, insistent hands pulling at the comforter so it covered more of you. Before you could open your eyes, little hands pushing into the blanket, tucking it in nice and tight around you. Groggily, you cracked an eye, finding Will’s face just a few inches away. He looked… guilty, like he’d looked when he broke the vase on the coffee table, and you were immediately alert.

“What’s up bud?” You whispered, conscious that Ale was still asleep on the other side of your nephew.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean t’wake you.” Will whispered back. “You looked cold.”

“What are you doing in here, hm? You should be in your bed.”

Will pulled a face, tugging his headphones off his head. “But it’s late and I was bored.”

You clocked the sun peaking in between the curtains, startled to realize it was much higher in the sky than it should have been. It was at least 10, and Will always got up before 7:30.

“Oh, buddy, it is late. I’m so sorry, why didn’t you wake one of us up?”

By one of us, you meant Alexia.

Will just shrugged, shyly smiling at you. “You were sad last night. And when I’m sad, you tell me it makes my body tired and that’s why I’m more sleepy. So you needed more sleep too, you and Tia Ale.”

Your heart melted and you pulled the small boy down into your arms, squeezing tight.

“You are the sweetest boy.” You told him.

Will beamed, squeezing you back. “I got my ipad even though I wasn’t supposed to.”

Leaning back, you brushed his messy hair off his forehead. That was what the guilty look was for. As if you’d be upset with him for wanting to let you both sleep, but also not wanting to be by himself. As if you’d be mad he brought his ipad in here and put on his Dino show and wore his headphones and tucked the blankets around you because you looked cold.

“That’s okay, buddy.” You replied. “You are so thoughtful to let us sleep in.”

“Tia Ale says it’s important to be thoughtful and kind.” Will said, echoing something you knew Alexia told him every morning before he left for school. It was something her Mami had always said to her, Alexia had told you once.

“Alexia is right.” You nodded, settling back into the pillows with Will now laid in your arms. Next to him, the mattress shifted, and a raspy voice piped up.

“Alexia is always right.” Ale said sleepily, not even opening her eyes as she blindly reached to pat Will on the head. Will laughed, a sound that was quickly becoming one of your favorites in the world.

For a few minutes, the room stayed silent, Will laid between the two of you, for the moment content to sit still. You were still waking up, and Alexia could probably barely be considered awake.

“Hey, Tia?” Will murmured, breaking the quiet peacefulness of the morning. You hummed for him to continue. “Can I call my Daddy?”

Sometimes you forgot. You shouldn’t forget, but you did, and you knew Ale did too. Sometimes things just went so well, Will fit so perfectly into your family that you forgot the circumstances under which he was here. And when you remembered, you were instantly filled with guilt. Like you were stealing something from your brother. You should be talking more about Leo, calling Leo more often.

Will wasn’t yours, but he was. It was a difficult line to walk, a difficult thing to balance. Will wasn’t your son but you felt like a parent. Alexia felt like a parent, had taken to being one so easily. But Will wasn’t your son. He was your nephew, and the last thing you wanted was to try to take the place of Leo.

As you pulled your phone out, dialling the number for the prison, you wondered if you’d ever figure out how to fit into Will’s life without feeling like you weren’t doing enough, were doing too much. You wondered if you’d ever feel like you were doing right by your brother, and right by Will.

You were torn from your spiral when the call connected. Instead of the usual robotic voice stating you would soon be connected through to Leo, it was the same robotic voice, telling you the call had not been accepted. There were plenty of reasons for Leo not to pick up the phone, plenty of real, valid reasons. For some reason you couldn’t explain, though, your stomach had dropped. Something about it felt wrong, especially knowing that Leo knew Will liked to call Sunday mornings.

You glanced over to where Will was poking at Alexia’s face, where she was pretending to be going back to sleep. He was laughing, and you could see Ale fighting a small smile herself. With a deep sigh, you forced a tense smile onto your face.

“Will?” The boy turned towards you, face lit up with excitement as he reached for the phone. “I’m sorry, baby, your Dad couldn’t pick up. He’s… he’s busy.”

The smile fell from Will’s face, the room suddenly feeling a few degrees colder. Alexia’s eyes flew open, fixed on Will’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment.

“Oh. Okay.” He whispered, fidgeting with his fingers in his lap.

It was like the life had been sucked out of him. You thought hard, trying to think of anything you could offer him or promise him that would lift his mood again. Alexia beat you to it.

“Hey, cariño? Do you want to go out for pancakes?” She suggested, resting a hand on Will’s back.

Still staring at his hands tightly clasped in his lap, Will slowly shook his head, much to your astonishment. Will never turned down pancakes, especially at his favorite breakfast place. You didn’t go often because it was a ways away, and normally, the suggestion would have had him skipping around the room with joy.

“No thank you.” He mumbled, sniffling. His small fist came up to rub at his face and your heart broke even more. Alexia looked like she was in physical pain, fighting the urge to pull Will into a bone crushing hug.

Carefully, you shifted back down in the bed, opening your arms for your nephew. He practically lunged forward, wrapping his arms tight around your neck and shoving his face into your shoulder.

“Oh, buddy.” You murmured, wishing there was something you could say to make it better.

There wasn’t.

Alexia ran a hand through her disheveled hair and moved closer, wrapping her arms around you both as she kissed the top of Will’s head. One of Will’s hands unwrapped itself from around your neck, moving to grab a fistful of Alexia’s sweatshirt. Like he was trying to be as close to the two of you as possible, as if you could protect him from what he was feeling. You wished you could, more than anything.

The three of you sat there in silence, all deep in thought, and you knew neither you nor Alexia would move until Will moved.

What you didn’t know, though, was that this was the first of many unexplained declined calls from Leo. Just the beginning of a sudden complete silence you couldn’t begin to explain to yourself or to Will.

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:) cranked this out in between studying. hope you enjoyed ❤️‍🩹

#woso x reader #woso imagine #barcelona femeni x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #woso fanfics

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i-like-loserz · 3 months ago

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thoughts about himbo!mingi???

note: everything said here is said with love (and a bit of lust)

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if there's one thing that you love about your boyfriend, it's his ability to go from a baby chick to a fucking idiot to a rockstar. it's crazy that your sweet shy baby can suddenly command whole arenas full of fans with a few words.

mingi is first, and foremost, a sweetheart. he lives to please you, even when he isn't fully sure what you want.

he has a habit of picking up random flowers that he sees whenever he's out. this could mean plucking some daisies from a field while coming home after lunch with the members, going to a flower shop while drunk off his ass at the end of the night, or even telling the manager to stop in the middle of the road so he can go to a nearby sidewalk and steal some of the weed-like blossoms.

he tries to arrange them into a neat little bundle, even when the stems are uneven and bending, smiling like an idiot as he presents it to you. you take them graciously, trying to blink away tears as you press kisses all over his face. he's so thoughtful and cute that it genuinely hurts sometimes.

then mingi is an idiot (affectionately). there's that one time he stayed up all night on facetime because you told him you wanted to fall asleep and wake up to him since he's been on tour for a while and you missed you.

when you woke up, you saw his sleepy eyes and soft smile. you knew for sure that he stayed up for the handful of hours you were sleeping. when you asked him why he would do that he said: "i didn't want to sleep and miss you waking up."

as if he didn't have a concert that night.

"baby, do you know how pissed atiny is gonna be because i kept you up all night?" you whine, already dreading any hate comments about your drowsy boyfriend.

"don't worry, woo told me that i can mix together two 5 hour energies to get 10 hours of sleep!"

"ming..."

finally, your boyfriend is a certified rockstar. every time you see him on stage you swear the stylists are dressing him up sluttier and sluttier, just for your reaction. (maybe he's the one telling them to do it!)

his shoulders have been looking extra broad, his waist extra grabbable, his face extra fuckable. and the way he looks at the crowd as he performs... you can't wait to have him all to yourself.

you wait backstage as he finishes up, giddy just from hearing his deep voice as he thanks the fans for all their love and support. as soon as he's off the stage, you're in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, kissing his perfect lips off.

his skin is hot and sticky against yours and it only makes you pull him closer, wanting every part of him, here and now. his chest heaves as he attempts to keep up with your movements, still reeling with the pure adrenaline of being on stage.

you pull back to praise him, "you did so good, baby." you breathe the words over his lips, tempted to press against him once again. "you looked so hot up there."

"yeah?"

"why don't you take me home and i'll show you how much i loved it?"

mingi turns his head toward the other members, making sure they can hear him loud and clear: "I'M OFF! I'M GOING HOME!"

#mingi x reader #mingi song x reader #song mingi x reader #ateez x reader #loserz short and sweet

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mysteryshoptls · 6 months ago

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SSR Idia Shroud - Room Relaxation Voice Lines

Whew... Finally that pesky sun's gone down... Now, it's my turn to shine!

Summon: Fheeheehee, once I change into these clothes, I'm utterly invincible!! ...K, guess I'll go grab the birthday voice lines from my games, then.

Groovification: I wake up on my birthday with horrible bedhead and stiff joints everywhere after falling asleep during gaming... Ah, another wonderfully normal day!

Home: This is when my true form is unlocked...!

Swap Looks: I can fix my bedhead in a snap, so.

Home Transition 1: Haaah～ I need more soft things to cuddle... Maybe I'll buy a kitty-shaped cushion as a birthday gift for myself...

Home Transition 2: Cater-shi and the other guys in my class said to come by the classroom on my birthday and they'll celebrate with me... Well, unfortunately, I've got a stomachache planned for that day...

Home Transition 3: I snuck out to the Mystery Shop in the middle of the night and saw someone that looked just like Epel-shi covertly buying huge chunks of jerky. Or, was that a dream?

Home Transition - Login: Oh, a new high score! Looks like with the new memory upgrade, both me and my computer have gotten better! Fheeheehee!

Home Transition - Groovy: I can't believe he heard my mumbling to myself... A beastman's ーor ratherー Jack-shi's sense of hearing is something to be feared.

Home Tap 1: I may hate exercise, but I could dance and cheer to my fav idols for hours on hours... Never underestimate a fanboy's potential!

Home Tap 2: If I braided my hair like Jamil-shi does, maybe it'd look cool, like a flame whip... Nah, I'd definitely get teased for it. Nevermind.

Home Tap 3: Ah! Ortho's gonna get mad at me again that I left all my manga laying around. Guess I'll just have to clean it up with a bit of magic.

Home Tap 4: Why've there been waaaay too many good anime to watch recently!? I got not time to watch everything, there's still older masterpieces and movie adaptions I need to watch too!!

Home Tap 5: Since I'm just a shut-in pretty much all the time, it's not like I've set aside clothes for lounging and clothes for going out. I've even gone to town wearing this... You got a problem with that?

Home Tap - Groovy: Oh, this? It's a limited edition Premo shirt from one of their live performances. Hey, wait, you better not buy one from a reseller just 'cause they don't sell it anymore. Don't do it!

Duo: [IDIA]: I'm getting birthday wishes... from Jack-shi!? [JACK]: 'Cause it's your birthday, Idia-senpai!

Birthday Login Message: Hi... Need something from me? ...My birthday? Oh, well, now that you mention it! Th-Thanks... I completely forgot after Ortho wished me a happy birthday this morning... Did I get anything from anyone else? Wh-Wh-Why're you asking a loner like me that!? I p-pretty much just avoid everyone else, so. The most I did today was play with Azul-shi during our Boardgame Club time... Obviously I utterly crushed him!! ...Eh, you think he went easy on me 'cause it was my birthday? Uh-huh... If you really think that, how about a game, then? Don't come crying to me later after you lose, though, fheehee.

Requested by @farfalla049.

#twisted wonderland #twst #idia shroud #jack howl #twst idia #twst jack #twst translation #twst birthday #mention: cater #mention: epel #mention: jack #mention: jamil #mention: ortho

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lincolndjarin · 2 years ago

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Best Kept Secret ☆

A MANDALORIAN SERIES MASTERLIST

[ COMPLETED ]

✩ a bodyguard!din x princess!reader fic ✩

series summary :

Married off to a prince on a planet that you hate? New husband doesn't know you, and doesn't want to know you? New husband gifts you a personal Mandalorian body guard as a wedding present? Mandalorian is a wiseass who won't leave you alone? Lucky you.

18+ mdni

do you like kitschy, campy romance novels? if you're reading this, I hope so.

behind the scenes & chapter notes + other extras (spoilers) :

chapters 1-5

chapter 6-15

spotify playlists

Lysa & Elaine information

the bks screen adaption

bks q&a

bks what if's

reader is generally not described past being picked up a few times, and having hair long enough to be put up

✩ chapters containing smut!

chapter one : honeymoon (6.7k words)

[ Absurd.

That is the only word that comes to mind as you stare at yourself in the mirror. “His favorite color is blue.” ]

chapter two : silent treatment (7.4k words)

[ Something is wrong. You bolt up from the pile of blankets that you call a bed and your eyes dart around the closet as you furrow your brow trying to discern why you feel so much different. ]

✩ chapter three : the smitten paladin (4.6k words)

[ You’re starting to think the planet isn’t the reason you’re so hot all the time.

You had woken up this morning feeling a bit better than you thought you’d be, your stomach is full of butterflies but you're still standing and considering the night you had you’re gonna take that as a win. ]

chapter four : sarad'ika (6.8k words)

[ Sarad'ika.

You won’t forget it this time, you can’t. So you write it in your book, just under Mando’s favorite color you write the two little words that have been keeping you up at night. ]

✩ chapter five : lunar interlude : just a man (5.0k words)

[ Absurd.

It’s absurd how much the job pays. Din’s not even sure he should take it at this point because it’s too good to be true. ]

✩ chapter six : torment (5.1k words)

[ Okay, maybe you didn’t think this through.

You didn’t think he’d actually come in and now suddenly the door is shut and you’re alone with him. ]

✩ chapter seven : just friends (3.1k words)

[ Maker it feels like it’s been an hour and you’re both just laying here. He was just inside of you; it shouldn't be so hard to find something to talk about at this point. ]

chapter eight : solar markets (5.3k words)

[ It’s nice to wake up excited again.

You wish you could say that it happened more often but hopefully it will from now on. It’s going to be your first time leaving the castle grounds since you got here. ]

✩ chapter nine : shuk'la rules (5.6k words)

[ You need sex.

Normally you would be satisfied for quite some time after getting off but for some reason with Mando it was different. But it’s only been two days and you need more. ]

✩ chapter ten : lunar interlude : briikase gote'tuur (4.1k words)

[ He’s grateful for the break from you, even if brief.

That’s not to say that he doesn’t enjoy every moment he gets to be in your presence but the more time he spends with you the harder it gets to remember that this isn’t real. ]

chapter eleven : he loves me not (4.6k words)

[ Something is wrong.

All day it’s been wrong.

He’s different. Distant. ]

chapter twelve : pretend (4.4k words )

[ Two days.

That’s what you’re willing to give yourself. Two days to get over it. One to get it all out of your system and one to pull yourself together. ]

chapter thirteen : lunar interlude : vercopa (3.5k words)

[ He did it.

He did exactly what he knew he needed to do.

So why does he feel worse than ever? ]

chapter fourteen : condemned (4.9k words)

[ You’re having trouble sleeping.

You have no problem falling asleep, it’s mostly staying asleep. There’s a million different things that consume your thoughts and everytime you drift into unconsciousness you find yourself jolting awake, barely able to stay asleep for more than an hour at a time. ]

chapter fifteen : two tea parties (5.4k words)

[ “What did you do to her?”

Her voice breaks through his sleepy haze as he sits up properly.

“Excuse me?” ]

chapter sixteen : absolution (4.6k words)

[ There’s a visceral sense of dread when you wake up, for several reasons.

The glaring obvious culprit of your discomfort would be the fact that today’s your husband's birthday. ]

chapter seventeen : the apostate’s cabin (3.5k words)

[ Just Din.

It’s sinking in as you walk in silence, holding his hand tightly as he pulls you towards his home. ]

chapter eighteen : portrait of a man (5.4k words)

[ It’s deliciously warm when you wake. You can feel his heartbeat and you can feel the soft traces of sunlight dancing along your back. You stretch in his arms slightly but freeze up as you feel him nuzzle his chin into your hair, planting a kiss against your hairline. ]

✩ chapter nineteen : reverence (7.3k words)

[ You really want to.

You couldn’t possibly want to more than you currently do.

It’s actually a bit mean. That he’s left you here in this state. ]

✩ chapter twenty : like real people do (8.4k words)

[ Mando and Din.

All you can think about right now is how there must be two of them.

You’re playing with his curls. ]

✩ chapter twenty one : te mirci't (9.0k words)

[ “It means I love you.”

You aren’t entirely sure how long you stare at him, looking rather silly with your jaw practically on the floor. ]

✩ chapter twenty two : it’s you that i lie with (11.3k words)

[ Naboo has several trading ports.

You could get him on a cargo ship. That would be the most inconspicuous form of transport. It would help if he was willing to ditch his armor. ]

✩ chapter twenty three : lunar markets (15.0k words)

[ Sneaking out of the castle gets easier every time you do it.

It only takes a few minutes and you’re walking outside towards the forest trail, Din’s hand in yours, still giddy. ]

✩ chapter twenty four : lunar interlude : riduur (7.8k words)

[ He doesn’t deserve this.

How could he possibly be deserving of you? Yet somehow you make him feel as if he is. With your soft touch and the way your eyes get just a little bigger when you see him. ]

✩ chapter twenty five : wedding bells (11.7k words)

[ Four days of Leo.

You were upset that Din was leaving you but you got over it rather quickly with the promise of his hasty return. ]

chapter twenty six : crucifixion (12.7k words)

[ “My room is too big.”

He bursts into genuine peals of laughter and you gently smack his arm.

“Don’t laugh, it’s a serious issue! My room is enormous.” ]

chapter twenty seven : the apostate (6.0k words)

[ Silence.

That’s all there is in his brain.

It’s hard enough as is for him to hear. It doesn’t help when he’s been beaten half to death. ]

✩ chapter twenty eight : a place for us (8.4k words)

[ You’d spent the better half of the day trying to get on top of him.

Every time you managed to get close he’d simply set you down on the nearest surface with a kiss on the cheek and go back to doing whatever he was working on. ]

chapter twenty nine : the best kept secret (epilogue) (6.1k words)

[ The morning sun is warm against your face, you bask in it, unmoving and only half awake until you feel a tiny hand slapping your cheek. The illusion of tranquility is immediately shattered as you softly laugh. ]

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melwnst · 1 month ago

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────── ⋆⋅☆SECOND HUNDREDTH CHANCES, D.W

summary. Dean breaks your heart, again. When he comes back to apologize, you know you’ll run right back to him.

warnings. angst, tiny bit of smut. Dean’s a toxic cunt in this. make up sex.

⭑.ᐟ two smut plots in one day… who am I?????? Please interact/follow and send requests if u have any! <3

word count. 1,2k

supernatural masterlist/full masterlist

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You wake up to the feeling that something is about to happen. Your heart is heavy, it’s tight in your chest, it’s pounding. You’re sweaty, your palms almost sticking to each other. And soon enough you hear it. You hear the buzzing, the sound of heartbreak, of uncertainty. You don’t have to think about who it is- you know it’s him. It feels like hours pass before it comes to a stop. It’s only a minute later that it happens again.

And again.

Until you have no choice but to turn your phone off- but not before seeing that he’s left 6 voicemails. Voicemails you don’t want to listen to because nothing he can say will make it better. It won’t ease the ache, the hurt, the sadness you feel or the feeling of missing him so much you feel like you can’t breathe and you’re running out of air every time you allow yourself to even think about him.

Dean knows. He knows why you won’t answer, he knows you probably won’t listen to the messages he leaves you, and he’s almost glad because he’s embarrassed. He hates how vulnerable he is. How he can be- when he pours his heart out to you. Except he has to- because he wants you to know that he’s sorry. That he doesn’t mean to push people away, it’s just what he does even if it’s not fair to anyone around him.

You force yourself to go back to sleep. You know it won’t do any good because you have absolutely zero chances of falling asleep tonight, not really- not with him running in your mind like he belongs there.

He doesn’t. Not anymore.

If you could reach inside and pull him out yourself, you would.

You can’t help but wonder how he’s doing, though. Because heartbreak isn’t going to help falling out of love with him. It’s still Dean. It’s still the guy who hates flowers but gets you some every week because he knows you love them. Still the same man who would rather sacrifice his sleep to watch you, to make sure that you’re safe and sound even when you’re sound asleep next to him.

So, it doesn’t help. He’s still there like a stain you can’t get off. And you don’t think he’s going away anytime soon.

You do manage to fall asleep though. It feels like 5 minutes before a knock on your door wakes you up. Your eyes open in one swift motion, and you know exactly what’s waiting for you behind that door.

Rather, who’s waiting.

It’s heartbreak, love, anger, sadness, grief, all mixed up together. It’s Dean. You don’t have to see him to know- you feel his presence. He could be thousands of miles away, and you still would.

You pull yourself out of bed, but you don’t open the door. You don’t want to. Because you know that the moment he apologizes, you’ll run right back to him. And maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing- but you’re just so used to it, it’s exhausting.

For what feels like the millionth- another knock collides with your door.

And then a voice.

‘Please open the door, I know you’re in there.’ His voice is hoarse, like he’s been crying.

‘I need to talk to you, please. Please stop ignoring me.’ He’s desperate. He’s like a completely different person.

You hear him mumble, you’re pretty sure you can decipher a small ‘fine, I’ll just talk through the door then.’

‘Okay. Hear me out, alright?’ He takes a small pause, and you take a small step forward.

You wince when the wooded floor cracks under your steps.

‘I didn’t know what to do. I suck at this, clearly. Please just open the door, I want to see you.’

Silence. It cuts deep, it breaks his heart, he closes his eyes, bangs his head on the door.

‘I love you, okay? I’m begging you, talk to me.’

Dean doesn’t beg. He’s not one to crawl towards someone, or get on his knees til they bleed to make someone understand something, a point. But he would for you. He’d do anything.

Dean gives up. He figures, maybe you need more time, more space from him because he’s agonizing.

You hear him sigh, and soon enough he walks away.

You step forward hesitantly, before you swing the door open.

Dean turns back in an instant, he’s not that far. Maybe he’s too close,even. Because you can feel him, you can smell his cologne, you can see that he just shaved because his skin is smooth, and you can tell he cried because his eyes tell you that he did.

You regret opening the door the second you do, though. Because you see him, and it’s Dean. It’s your Dean. It’s the man that you love- and that’s when you know you’re fucked. Because you want to run into his arms, kiss him, pull him in, feel him everywhere, all across, from all over.

Dean’s even closer now, you can feel his breath, hear his heart beat fast for you.

The tension is thick, and he knows you’re about to give in. He sees the hunger in your eyes, he sees the anger too. And he plays with it. Not because he’s a bad person, but because he genuinely wants to be better for you, he just doesn’t know how to.

‘I hate you.’ You tell him, he can barely hear it, but he does.

‘I know.’

You want to punch him. You want to scream, lash out.

But you don’t.

Instead you pull his shirt, and crash your lips into his. There’s flames all around, it’s burning, it’s hot, because the anger’s too strong. It’s so strong that you step back, still attached to his lips, into your apartment.

Dean closes the door with his foot, while his hands travel. They explore as if they’ve never been there before.

‘I love you.’ You mumble against his lips, his flannel already on the floor, his shirt halfway taken off.

‘I know.’ He answers, pulling your sweatshirt over your head, and collapsing on the bed with you.

His mouth isn’t on yours anymore. It’s on your jaw, your neck, your ears, it travels down to your breast, your belly. Your core heats up, your thighs tighten together because it just can’t wait.

Dean looks at you as to ask. You give him permission, and soon enough your shorts are off.

You see stars, your voice goes hoarse because of the cries of pleasure. You pull at his hair, and you swear it feels like best make up sex you’ve ever had.

He’s not even inside you yet, and you already know it’s going to be.

Later, when you’re both sweaty and out of breath, your back turned to him, Dean stares at the ceiling.

‘I’m sorry.’ He looks at your bare back, and he hears you sigh. He knows it too well because it’s a sigh you let out every time he lets you down and builds you right back up again.

‘I know.’

You close your eyes, and even though you feel Dean’s chest touch yours, you don’t turn around, you don’t say anything else, because you know it’ll happen again, again and again.

But you wouldn’t dream of stopping it.

Because he’s still your Dean.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

taglist: @tinas111 @blossomingorchids @bluemerakis (comment&follow to be added!🤍)

#imagine #fanfic #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x y/n #dean x reader #sam winchester x female reader #sam winchester x reader #dean x oc #dean winchester headcanon #dean winchester fanfiction #dean smut #dean winchester fic #dean fanfiction #dean supernatural #deanwinchtser

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pshaven · 2 years ago

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can i request your take on enhypen and no nut november 😁😁

yes yes yes and YES!!! ty for this anon i had fun writing this hehe

cw! somno in hee and jay, dry humping in hee’s, hinting of oral (f!receiving) in jay and hoon, jake is a weak man, lmk if i missed anything!!

이희승 heeseung ᥫ᭡

5 days

swears he’ll win over the rest of the members when they propose the challenge to him. he tells you right away when he gets home because he can’t risk the chance of you putting your “seducing powers” to work (he’s really just a weak man for you), and of course you support him! you’ll support your man in anything, so you put on your pajamas that cover every inch of your skin to bed. it really does work… for two nights. you realize heeseung becomes a bit restless at night before he actually falls asleep on the third night but you think that maybe he’s just a bit antsy for practice since they’re learning a new choreography.

for the next two mornings, you catch heeseung slightly rubbing against your back and the swell of your ass in his sleep, and you giggle to yourself and decide to indulge him a bit until he wakes up and calls you a “demon” for trying to tempt him when he was the one who started it. day five comes by, and when you wake up, he’s not only just slightly rubbing against you– he’s desperately humping and whimpering into your neck. “a-are you awake? ‘m sorry… i can’t wait anymore…” he whines, the hands that are already on your waist tighten its grip. safe to say the boys teased him until the next year.

박종성 jay ᥫ᭡

entire month

he rolls his eyes at the mention of the challenge, he thinks it’s stupid and even tells the members that he’s not participating in it. until you bring it up to him, saying that you actually want to see how long he can last and at first he refuses but then he thinks of the possibility of you becoming desperate and begging for him to fuck you into the mattress– “okay, fine. i’ll play along,” he agrees after your restless asking. he actually finds this situation quite hilarious; you’re even trying to tempt him, dressing in his favorite outfits that he loves on you that compliments your body just right, bending down to let him get a good view of his favorite colored panties, but despite all that– he doesn’t budge.

you’re practically pawing at his chest by november 29th, whispering dirty nothings but he’s like an unstoppable force. you whine that it’s “not fair!!” when he still does not give in, even trying the puppy eyes and the pout but jay pays you no mind. that is, until the morning of december 1st and he’s in between your thighs, knuckle softly nudging your clit through your panties. the next thing you know, he really does fuck you into the mattress with slow and deep strokes, making you promise to never prompt this challenge to him again for the next following years.

심재윤 jake ᥫ᭡

eight hours

he literally scoffs when the members bring up nnn. as if he would ever lose! it’s in his competitive nature, he can and will win, and he doesn’t take it lightly when sunghoon teases him about how jake would totally lose on the first day. you know something’s off when jake comes over to yours that night after practice, he has that fierce look in his eyes that you normally only see when they’re about to perform onstage. “you good?” you ask, frowning with concern but jake only gives you a nod of acknowledgement before he goes off into your bedroom to sleep. he figures the best way to win this challenge was to completely ignore you because, well let’s just be honest— he would lose within the first hour he got home.

you climb into bed with him, hand on his shoulder as you shake him gently in case he was already asleep (he’s definitely not). “jakeeee,” you drag out in a whine, knowing that he’s ignoring you now because his breathing isn’t as deep if he were actually asleep. you pout when he continues to ignore you, so you decide the only way to grab his attention is to straddle him, ass meeting his crotch area and his hands immediately fly to your waist. yeah… he texted the groupchat with embarrassment the next morning.

박성훈 sunghoon ᥫ᭡

one day

he thinks its sooo funny, especially seeing jake all fired up after he challenges the members to do nnn. with harmless taunts of “you won’t even last a day” or “i bet twenty that jake can’t go past twenty four hours!” his only goal in mind was to beat jake (because he already knew jay would be able to go for the whole month if he really wanted to, and heeseung is too unreadable). “don’t even try anything with me tonight,” sunghoon warns as he walks through the front door, catching you off guard when you jump at his sudden voice. not even a hello— but at this point you’re used to his weird antics anyway.

“i guess we’ll talk tomorrow morning,” you grumble as you climb into bed with him, his back facing you (which is very rare. he’s a big cuddler). the next morning, sunghoon’s up and early scrolling on his phone still in bed, until he gets the notification from jake; lost. dpmo hoon. a grin is appearing on the boy’s face, but he decides he’ll tease jake later. for now, he’ll work on making it up to you in between your thighs for hours with mumbled apologies for his attitude last night<3. he later texts in the groupchat: thx for losing so fast jake. sunghoon knows well that he wouldn’t be able to last past a week with you, so he’s grateful for jake’s weak resolve.

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fangirlfuel · 2 months ago

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Part 1

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Part 2

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voicemail 1 — [00:45]

"Hey. It’s Lando. I don’t even know why I’m calling… You’re not gonna pick up. You probably deleted my number by now. I’m not even sure if you’d still recognize my voice.

I just… we were in Silverstone today. Your favorite. I remember you used to light up when you talked about it, saying the crowd felt like home. I could feel you there today. In the wind, in the noise, in every stupid British flag I saw waving. I wanted to look back and see you. God, I almost did.

Hope you’re doing okay. Just—yeah. That’s all."

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voicemail 2 — [01:01]

"Do you remember Austria? You made fun of me for falling asleep on the plane with my mouth open, and you drew on my face with eyeliner before landing. I still have the photo. You had that dumb grin, like you were so proud of yourself. I hated you for that for about an hour. Then I kissed you until I forgot.

I watched the race replay alone tonight. No commentary. Just… silence. It’s the only way I can focus now. Without your voice in my head cheering me on. I’m still not used to the quiet. I miss your noise."

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voicemail 3 — [00:57]

"I saw that post. You and him. He had his arm around you and you were laughing. Like really laughing. The way you used to do with me when you thought no one was watching. I didn’t know it was possible to be both proud of you and completely fucking heartbroken at the same time.

You look happy. And I’m not mad about that. I just wish it didn’t hurt this much to see."

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voicemail 4 — [01:16]

"Your friends still tag you in stuff. That’s how I keep up now. Through stories I’m not supposed to watch, through pictures I wish I didn’t know how to find. You’re going to galleries now, huh? And yoga classes? You always said you’d try it someday. Looks like someday came. Just… without me.

I’m proud of you. Really. It just feels like I’m stuck in rewind while your life’s gone full speed ahead. I still sleep on the left side. Still order your usual coffee by accident. Still pause before unlocking the door like you might be there. Spoiler alert: you’re never there."

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voicemail 5 — [01:34]

"They asked me today in an interview what I’ve learned this year. I almost said ‘how to pretend I’m okay.’ But I smiled instead. Gave them a nice, polished answer about growth and balance.

I lied. I’m not okay. I’m barely holding it together, if we’re being honest. I keep thinking—what if I’d just said the right thing that day? What if I hadn’t let you walk away? What if I ran after you like I was supposed to?

Every race I win, I look for your face in the crowd. Every night I lose, I still want to call you. I don’t know how to stop loving you. And God, I’ve tried."

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voicemail 6 — [00:48]

"It’s been a year. One whole year. And I still wake up thinking I’ll hear your voice in the kitchen. Still check my phone expecting some dumb meme from you.

But it’s just me now. Always just me."

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voicemail 7 — [01:07]

"I saw you again today. Not in person—just another post. You were dancing at a wedding. Hair down, barefoot, eyes closed. You looked… free. Like nothing could touch you. And that’s what I always wanted for you. To feel weightless. I just never imagined you’d look that way without me.

I’m starting to accept that I’m not part of your world anymore. Just… a page you turned quietly, without ripping it."

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voicemail 8 — [00:59]

"I still talk about you like you’re a season that changed me. Like summer—loud and soft and infinite all at once. You were my favorite chapter. And maybe I was just your prologue."

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voicemail 9 — [01:22]

"I think this is the last one. I need it to be. For me. For you.

I love you, still. Probably always will. But you’ve moved on. You’re building something new. And me? I’m still standing in the ruins of us, holding all the pieces like they might still fit.

But they don’t.

I hope… I hope he knows what he has. I hope he picks up your calls and stays awake to hear your dreams. I hope he loves your mess, your fire, your stubborn laugh. I hope he never makes you cry the way I did.

And if he ever does… just know I’d still come running.

But I won’t call again. Goodbye, my love."

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voice note from you — [03:08]

"Hi, Lando.

I listened to every voicemail. I wasn’t sure if I should respond—if it would help or hurt more. But I think… we both need this.

You loved me the way poets write about. Messy, loud, all-consuming. And I loved you like you hung the stars. You were everything. My sunrises and slow songs, my Sunday mornings and spontaneous road trips. You were the safest place I ever knew.

But we outgrew the version of us that worked. You stayed in the race, and I had to start living again. Not because I stopped loving you, but because I had to start loving me.

It wasn’t easy. Moving on never is. I cried every time your name came up. I flinched when I saw McLaren orange. I still wear your hoodie when it rains.

But Lando… you deserve peace too.

I see you stuck in a loop I had to climb out of. And maybe it’s unfair, but I can’t go back to pull you out. You have to choose life again. Joy again. Yourself again.

You were my great love. My forever in a moment. But we were also a lesson. A beautiful, heartbreaking, unforgettable lesson.

So here’s your closure: You mattered. You changed me. You’ll always have a piece of my heart, tucked away in a part of me no one else can touch.

But I’m letting go now. And I hope—someday—you do too.

Goodbye, Lando. Thank you for loving me."

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Will Lando and reader find they’re way back to eachother?

Is the man Reader move on with a good man ?

Will Lando and Reader have a happy ending?

Will Lando try to win Reader back ?

Reader says she move on but did she really?

Or will Lando just move on with his life ?

Well we wont know till part 2 !😉

Stay TUNED FOR IT 🤭💞

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jooyeonsvape · 4 months ago

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— good morning love

genre; smut

w/c; 0.8k

pairings; husband!beomgyu, female!reader

warnings; morning sex, dry humping, talk of titty fucking, dirty talk, pet names.

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a/n; i was going to do a beomgyu fluff but then i saw that picture and changed my mind reallll quick 😮‍💨 i hope you enjoy! check out my other work!! <3

the sound you hate the most in the world is your alarm clock ringing, but you knew if you turned it off, you’d sleep all day.

with a groan, you reach over and hit snooze, then look down to see your husband beomgyu’s arms wrapped around you.

it was his day off but you completely forgot, you turn over and give his soft cheek a kiss then untangle yourself from his body, even though you wanted to stay there.

since he was off, you take a shower with all of his favorite scents and go downstairs to make a grand breakfast for him. usually you just drink tea and eat at lunchtime but he loves when you make him homemade waffles.

after an hour in the kitchen, you walk up the stairs to see beomgyu sprawled across the bed and you lean down to give his cheek another kiss.

“baaaabbbby.” you sing in a soft tone and you see his face twitching. “wake up, i made you waffles, eggs, and spam.” you say in the same sing-song voice.

beomgyu mumbles something incoherently and you huff, putting your hands on your hips. “come on, i spent like 3 hours on it.” you were being dramatic, but anything to get his eyes open.

he looks at you with one eye and opens his arms wide so you’d lay down with him. “choi beomgyu, i am not going back to bed.” you giggle at his cuteness and see his cheeky smile spread across his face.

with a groan you lay down in his arms, facing away from him so his head was burrowed in your neck. “we can stay like this for 5 minutes.” you mumble but secretly want to stay in his arms forever.

after a good 10 minutes, you were on the verge of falling asleep while you listen to his soft breathing. “okay baby let’s get u-“ your words and movements were cut off by beomgyu tightening his grip around you.

“did you take a shower?” he asks simply in your ear and you nod. beomgyu sighs in your neck and you can hear him sniffing in scents.

“i love the way you smell.” beomgyu’s whispers sent chills down your spine and he presses against your back.

your eyes shoot open when you feel his hard on rubbing against the fabric of your pajama bottoms. “are you?” you try to turn around but he had a strong grip on you still.

although he’s usually playful and sweet during your intimacy sessions, this side of him turns you on just as much.

beomgyu never wore clothes to bed so you can feel his exposed dick running up and down your ass cheeks, growing harder as he goes.

he leans down and kisses your neck weakly then lets out a shaky moan in your ear which made you instantly soaked in your shorts just by his noises.

he pulls your shorts down to your calfs and looks down at your ass as he continues rubbing against your cheeks, “this feels so good.”

beomgyu stuffed his face back in your neck and breathes heavy, knowing him, he was close. “good boy, keep going.” you encouraged and he leaves more tender kisses on the side of your neck.

“keep talking.” he begs and you blush, the two of you never had sex like this before and it was thrilling. “cum on my ass baby boy, i want to feel it drip on my pussy.”

beomgyu lets out a growl and fastens his pace, gripping both ass cheeks in his hands so he could spread them wide. “maybe next time you can do this to my titties and cum on my chest,” you continue and reach your hand down to play with your clit.

“i’m about to-“ he groans then tilts his head back before he shoots a string of cum on your ass and thighs.

beomgyu continued his movements until his high was over and he loosens his grip on you. the two of you sat in silence for a minute while his breathing evens out and you clean yourself with tissue next to the bed. he gives your butt a playful slap. “good morning love.”

you blush and turn around so you’re facing your husband, “good morning.” you smile wide at his silliness and kiss his lips. “were you serious about the titty thing?” he asks, opening one eye to look at you.

you nod and he closes his eyes, “and the waffles?” you giggle at his eye opening again and you continue to nod. “i’ll get them for you, we can eat in bed.” you stand up from the bed and pull up your shorts, “this is why i married you.” beomgyu calls out when you leave the room and you roll your eyes at his silliness.

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triptuckers · 1 month ago

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you're not alone - bob reynolds

Request: nope Pairing: bob reynolds x reader Summary: when you wake up early, you find out you're not the only one who's awake Warnings: THUNDERBOLTS SPOILERS !! bit of angst (happy ending I promise), mentions of nightmares, mentions of past trauma, loss of loved ones, bob being a lil sad :( Word count: 2.5K A/N: listen it's very simple. I saw thunderbolts. I saw lewis pullman. that's it. enjoy!

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your eyes snap open as you blindly reach for the knife you keep under your pillow. but instead of an intruder, your blade meets empty space.

the only sound in your dimly lit room is your heavy breathing. damn these stupid nightmares. you were close to asking yelena if she could just knock you out so you could get some sleep.

you return the knife and lay back down.

but now that you're awake, and adrenaline is coursing through your body, it's hard to go back to sleep again. you haven't really spoken about it to anyone, but you know you're not the only one who has nightmares.

yours got worse after a mission was intense or had nearly gone wrong. you'd been doing the odd job here and there for valentina when she'd send you to go after someone who was going to rob one of her facilities.

but when you finally made it to the vault, you weren't met with just any robber. instead, you were met with a bunch people who seemed to have gotten the exact same assignment as you.

you were all there to kill each other. messy ends tying up themselves. after all, doing the dirty work was what you were good at. it's what you were trained for. follow orders, go in and out quickly, get the job done.

but instead of fighting these people, you worked together once you figured out valentina's real plan.

the next couple of days were a whirlwind of adrenaline, fighting, a lot of confusion and very little sleep.

you'd been trying to catch up on rest now that you've got a room in the former avengers tower, but after reliving your worst memories, the nightmares came back stronger and more intense than ever. all the details were there now, and you couldn't forget them.

you finally had a place where you could safely rest, and yet you didn't get more than two hours of sleep a night - if you were lucky.

you're looking around the room now. devoid of personality. you didn't have many personal belongings to take with you. mostly the weapons you carried and the clothes on your back.

taking yelena's advice, you'd gotten dark curtains to keep out the light. she said it helped her fall asleep. it didn't really help you much, but you were grateful for her advice nonetheless.

there's a dim glow coming from a gap in the curtains. you push the sheets off of you and walk over to the window.

way down below, new york was slowly waking up. people on their way to their work, or out on an early morning run. you glance over your shoulder at the alarm clock. almost 5 am. not too bad. it's more morning than night, and you decide that's acceptable for today.

you pull on a pair of socks and blindly grab a sweater. maybe you could use the extra time you got now by planning in an extra training session. it always helped clear your mind after a short night filled with bad dreams.

the hallway is dark when you exit your room. as you make your way to the kitchen, you wonder what else you could do today. there weren't any missions for you planned.

bucky was off on an assignment with sam, and alexei hadn't been home for a little over a week. maybe you could ask yelena or ava if they were up for a sparring session.

you enter the kitchen, not bothering to turn on the big light as you open the fridge.

the light seeps out and illuminates a figure standing on the other end of the kitchen island.

you reach for the nearest kitchen knife as bob turns on the light.

'jesus.' you breathe. 'bob. you scared me.'

'sorry!' says bob, visibly upset that he startled you. 'I'm sorry! I thought you saw me.'

'you're good, don't worry about it.' you say, returning the kitchen knife. 'I'm just a little jumpy, that's all.'

'I was about to make breakfast, do you want some as well?' asks bob.

'yeah sure, that sounds nice.' you say. 'thanks.'

bob walks over to you and smiles. somehow you didn't understand how someone like bob could also be the void. the two seemed so different from each other.

you make coffee as bob gets started on breakfast for the two of you. you pour a cup for bob and slide it over to him. then you take your own cup and move to sit at the kitchen island.

'what were you doing up this early?' he asks.

'couldn't sleep.' you say.

'nightmares?'

'yes.'

there's no point in lying. everyone here has nightmares. you'd be terrified of one of your new roommates if they didn't. you didn't live a life like the one you did and be able to sleep at night.

'want to talk about it?' says bob.

you really appreciate bob. he's always helping you, telling you he'll listen to you. always the first to welcome you back when you return to the tower after a mission. and right now, he's making you breakfast.

but as much as you appreciate him, reliving your worst trauma's because of the void was something that felt too personal to share. especially since bob doesn't remember anything.

you'd told him about the day the void had half of new york trapped in their most traumatic moments. you figured he deserved to know. you also knew he felt terrible about it, and you didn't want to remind him of it.

'no, it's fine.' you say.

bob nods as he turns around and sets a plate with eggs in front of you, as well as some toast.

'thanks.' you say as bob sits down next to you with his own plate. you notice he's careful not to touch you. he doesn't really talk about what happened, but you know it's hard for him. you just don't want to push him. he'll talk to you when he's ready. but you're desperate for him to know it's okay to talk to you, should he choose to do so.

you study his face as he eats his breakfast. you know he's tired too. he was awake when you went to bed last night, and he was up before you as well. the dark circles under his eyes seem to be permanent.

'bob?' you say.

he turns to look at you.

'why were you awake?'

'I was up all night reading a book yelena got me. it was so interesting I couldn't put it away.'

'bob. you told me that last week.'

'I did?'

'yes. when I asked you why you were still awake when I got back from a meeting at 3 am.'

'oh.'

you turn your chair to fully face him. bob leans back, so you're not accidentally touching him.

'what is going on, bob? I know we're all tired. but at least I get a handful of hours of sleep at night. do you sleep at all?' you say.

bob looks everywhere but your eyes.

'what are your nightmares about?' he asks you, catching you off guard.

'uh, well. bad stuff.' you say.

'will you tell me about it?'

'I'd rather not.'

'then I won't tell you why I don't sleep.'

bob grabs his plate gets up and instinctively, you reach out to grab his sleeve and pull him back.

he inhales sharply and recoils from your touch. the plate falls from his hands and clatters back down on the counter.

'sorry!' you say.

you see bob close his eyes and clench his jaw. you had made a mistake.

'I'm sorry.' you say again. 'I just... don't really talk about what happens in my nightmares. what I have to relive at night.'

your last sentence catches his attention.

'relive?' he says.

'fuck, did I say relive?' you say. 'I meant-'

'did I make it worse?' says bob.

'I didn't mean-' you start.

'don't do that!' bob cuts you off.

you raise your hands as a gesture of surrender.

this time, bob is the one to apologise. 'sorry. it's just that everyone always says this team is built on trust and yet no one seems to trust me. I'm not a child, you don't need to act all careful around me. you don't have to hide the bad stuff from me just because I can't remember what I, what the void, does.'

you're silent as you watch him fidget with the empty coffee cup in his hands. and you realise he's right. you can't tiptoe around him all the time. it's not fair.

'okay.' you say.

'okay?' questions bob, looking at you.

'okay, I'll tell you what my nightmares are about. but then you tell me why you don't sleep, deal?' you say.

'deal.' says bob.

'let's go to your armchair though, I don't want john accidentally walking in on me spilling my secrets.' you say, trying to lighten the mood.

bob is silent as he follows you. he sits down in his chair and you sit down on the couch next to him.

you take a deep breath as bob looks at you.

'as you know, I had a training that was similar to yelena's. I was young, and was trained to be a mindless soldier, assassin, whatever they called it at the time.' you say.

you look out over the skyline of new york, choosing to focus on bob's presence next to you, in case the memories start to drown you.

'I was training night and day. with other kids, then with older trainers, and then with holograms. to test every single probability, variable, whatever. then came the final round of training. holograms designed to look like the people I loved the most. friends I had when I was younger, my family. in a simulation, I was to kill them over and over again. I wore this specifically designed suit so everything felt real.' you say.

you look at the rising sun in the distance, aware of the way bob's eyes are fixed on you.

you take a deep breath. 'the final test, it was not a simulation. there was no holographic target. except I wasn't told that. I put on the suit, the glasses, everything that went with it. and then I killed everyone I'd ever loved. when I got the clear to take off the suit, the room was stained red. I was looking at the bodies of my friends, my family. that was the day I succeeded the program. I had nothing anyone could use against me. no one who would remember me.'

you quickly wipe away a stray tear that had fallen down your cheek. 'I relive that memory every night. except when the void got to me, it felt like it did that day. it felt real.'

bob is silent as you take a few deep breaths, trying to steady yourself.

'that's why I don't sleep.' he says in a soft voice.

you turn to look at him.

'what do you mean?' you say.

'what you described, your worst memory. to have to relive it in such a real way. I did that.' he says. 'I do that to people.'

'no.' you say, moving closer to him. 'no, bob, the void does that to people. not you. you hear me?'

'still though, he's a part of me.' says bob, who hasn't moved away from you this time. your knees almost touch.

'I don't sleep because I'm afraid if I wake up, days will have passed. and I won't have any memory of any harm I've done to people.' bob confesses in a soft voice.

'oh, bob.' you say. you wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull him in for a hug, but you know you can't.

'I'm terrified of hurting you guys again. I don't know how to stop him if it would happen again.' says bob. 'I don't want to go to sleep alone. what if I wake up somewhere else?'

'well..' you say. 'that's easily solvable.'

'how?' says bob.

you shrug. 'we share a room. or I can sit next to you when you go to sleep in your own room. or if you take a nap in your chair, here. anywhere, really.'

'and then what? what if the- what if he takes over? what if-'

'then I'll try my best to wake you. I'll go through all of those rooms to find you.'

'you just told me what you had to relive. I wouldn't want you to go through that again. not for my sake, anyway.'

'bob. how many times do I have to tell you for you to finally understand it? you are not alone anymore. we've got you. I've got you.'

bob looks at you with an odd look in his eyes.

'I really wish I could hug you.' he says.

you smile. 'you can.'

'but-'

'stand up.'

he gives you a confusing look but does as you ask. you stand up as well, then gesture at him.

'you're taller than I am. so long as your hands don't touch any of my skin, we should be good.' you explain.

'I don't want to accidentally send you back.' mumbles bob.

'you won't. I trust you.' you say.

you step closer to him and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest. you feel his muscles strain as he tenses at your touch. then you slowly feel his hands carefully rest on your back.

you wonder when the last time was anyone hugged him. you long to be closer to him, to press your face in his neck, but you stand still.

'thank you.' says bob softly when you finally pull away. you smile up at him.

'see? told you it would be okay. now, do you want to go and take a nap? we can still get up in time for everyone else to wake up, if you want to.' you say.

'that sounds nice.' admits bob.

you look at him and a part of you swears he looks happier than before. or at least lighter. maybe he just needed to get this fear off of his chest. maybe you needed someone to listen to you as well.

something in you shifts as you follow bob to his room so he could take a nap.

'can't remember the last time I voluntarily went to sleep.' says bob as he enters his room. 'you'll be here?'

'I'll be here.' you confirm. 'and I'll get you out if the void takes over.'

'you promise?' says bob, as he lays down and pulls the covers over his body.

'I promise.' you say as you listen to his breathing become heavier until he falls asleep and soft snores fill the room. you'd stay next to him for as long as he needed you to.

A/N: thanks for reading! everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. please do not copy, translate, plagiarise or repost my work! some of these are requested by other people and I spend a lot of time and effort on my works <3 much love, marit

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