#and then woke up at 5:30am to go to work

[flying-cat]

ily bakugou katsuki u are the only thing that hasn't pissed me off today

[alongtidesoflight]

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[godmerlin]

i was doing so well with not getting migraines only to have a bizarre sleep paralysis dream happen and ruin it. WHY ARE BRAINS LIKE THIS?

[logansargeantsbabymom]

Hi could you please write an imagine for the f1 boys (mainly Charles, lando, Pierre, Charles) where they surprise the reader at work and she works in childcare. Thank you

Hey pretty, thank you for the request <3!

Work Surprises with the F1 Boys

A/N: I did make this where Y/N has different occupations working with children so it's not the boring same old same old for every driver. I hope that's okay!

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Charles Leclerc: Pediatrician

I woke up at the same time I have for the past 3 years as I would everyday to get ready for work, at 5:30am. Now I was never and never will be a morning person but I absolutely love my job because it involves me helping kids whether they're sick or just need to get a physical for a school field trip.

I felt my boyfriend stir in his sleep next to me as I tried to sneak out of bed. My attempt of sneaking out though failed as I felt the strong arm of my boyfriend wrap around my waist and yanked me against his body. "Mmmm, don't leave" my boyfriend, Charles whispered against the crook of my neck, which caused me to shiver at the sudden breath hitting my skin.

"Baby, I have to get ready for work." I said as I ran a hand through his messy hair

A groan left his mouth before he continued, "Call out sick" his grip on my waist tightening as he snuggled closer to me to fall back asleep

"No Charles, I have too many appointments today and I won't have any cover. I'll be back soon though, remember the office closes early because it's the 4th of July?" that seemed to persuade him enough because I felt his grip loosen a bit and I took that as my queue to slip out before he had enough time to change his mind.

-

I'd only been at work for about 2 hours and I've seen about 24 patients and attempted to finish some paperwork but every time I get the second to sit down and start the papers, a new patient needs to be seen. I think the last time I've been more stressed in my life than I am right now was back when I was waiting for my score to see if I passed my pediatric exam to get my license and that because I have a waiting room of 6 more patients and all the other doctors and nurses are busy.

I can only thank the heavens because the next patient I had to see turned out to be quadruplets, which would save a significant amount of time on my behalf. Once I called the patients and led them to the room where I closed the door before asking the most important question any doctor could every ask.

"Who's Nicky, Ricky, Dicky and Dawn?" I was slightly annoyed with myself as I finished my question because anyone could tell who Dawn was so I could've easily excluded her from the question.

"I'm Nicky, that's Dicky, and that's Ricky. Dawn obviously is the only girl here so" Nicky said

"Right, well who wants to get their shots first?" I said as I looked at the pan of 8 needles. Each kid needed a flu shot and a hep b shot but as I looked around the already crowed room, none of the kids wanted to volunteer first.

With an unamused look on her face, Dawn reluctantly agreed to go first. It only took about 10 minutes to give all 4 kids their shots and when the last kid got his shot, they all bolted out of the room.

"I'm sorry about them, they hate needles" was all the mom said before she left to follow her kids.

-

It's now 11:55am and the last patient is just about to leave before we close for an hour to have lunch "Okay, if the meds aren't working for your son after about a week, I would come back but if he develops a fever and starts vomiting while taking it, I would suggest taking him to the emergency room." I said as I guided the new mom and her 3 year old daughter to the front lobby.

As soon as the last patient left, I locked the door before making my way to my office to attempt to get some of my paperwork done during my hour break instead of eating.

I was walking back to receptionist desk where I kept my paperwork so I could take them back to my office, only to find it not there. A look of confusion plastered on my face as I continued to look for my missing paperwork. I frustrated groan left my mouth as I realized I'd have to restart all that work.

"I hope you really weren't about to skip lunch for work mon cherie"

A gasp slips past my lips as I quickly turned around to see my boyfriend standing there with a stack of files in one hand and bag of Chinese food in the other.

"Charles!" I said as I walked over to him and took my paperwork back "I thought someone stole these! You scared me!" I placed my hand over my heart and I took deep breaths to try and regulate my heartbeat.

"Sorry, mon coeur but I had to take them because I knew you were going to skip lunch again." A baffled look played across my face because how did he know I have been skipping my lunch breaks to get paperwork done?

"Your coworkers have been telling me you're not eating at work. You can't tell kids to eat to grow and be strong and then not take your own advice. I'm here to make sure that you eat today so I'm making it a little lunch date. Sit and eat."

Lando Norris: Kindergarten teacher

"Ms. L/N, my dad told me that you're dating a famous wace car dwiver, is that twue?" my one student, who's name I just learn was Leo asked me.

Today was meet the teacher day at the school I taught at just 2 weeks before the first day of school and this question was very different than the ones I've been asked before. I looked up at the single dad behind him as I let out a little chuckle

"Why yes I am Leo, is your dad a fan?" I asked as I knelt to be at level with him

"Uh huh! He woves the orwange one!" I've always had a soft spot for kids and right now Leo is making my heart melt.

I didn't have a chance to respond before he ran over to his dad to tell him the good news. I got pulled aside by a parent who told me about an allergy her kid had to a specific cleaning chemical which I made a note of to avoid using in my classroom. I stuck the sticky note on my computer screen before hearing "MS L/N, YOUR BOYFRWEND HERE!" I could recognize that voice as little Leo's.

My head shot up to look at the door and sure enough, my very famous Formula 1 driver boyfriend was there with a bag full of school supplies and gift bags filled with goodies for the kids.

"Kids, I've got presents!!" Lando shouted which caused a little sea of 5-6 year olds kids ran over him making little grabby hands.

Once all the kids got their little baggy of toys, Lando talking to Leo's dad and I answered more questions, the classroom started to empty as Meet The Teacher time ended. The room fell in a comfortable silence as I started to clean up and organize all the supplies I was gifted today.

"Have you ever thought of having a kid or two?" Lando asked, my body tensed at the question

"I dunno, I haven't thought about it. Have you?" I asked as I looked him in the eyes.

"Everyday since we started dating."

Carlos Sainz: School Counselor

"Listen Jess, I can't keep getting you out of trouble. You have to stop getting attitudes with teachers over a small issue." I said with a sigh as I had to deal with a troubled 14 year old freshman for the 4th time this week and it only being Tuesday.

"It's not my fault Ms. Jones was being a bitch to me." Jess said as she shrugged and slouched back in the seat she was in.

"Jess! You can't go around calling your teacher a bitch!" I scolded

"I will if they're being bitches!" Jess shouted

The ring of my school phone is what prevented me from further scolding the student sat in front of me

"Ms L/N's office" I started as I listened to the person on the other line "Okay, tell him to sit at the door of my office while I finish up with this student I have now. Okay, thank you. Bye bye" I hung up the phone before turning my attention back to Jess.

"Do you have another student?" she questioned

"I have another meeting, yes, but you're my top priority right now." I said as I readjusted my position in my chair

"To be honest, I cause these problems because I need someone to talk to and I feel most comfortable with you." Jess admitted as she looked down at her lap

"Jess," I started sympathetically "How about this, once a week we will have a 20 minute meeting to talk about anything and everything you want?" I compromised, which got a nod from her.

I watched as Jess left my office, I attempted to clean my desk a little before bringing my other meeting in before hearing Jess' voice

"Woah, you're hot. Are you a teacher?" before I could questioned who she's talking to I heard a thick Spanish accent answer her question

"No, I just have a meeting with Y/N." Disbelief spread across my face as I recognized the voice. There was no way that voice belonged to who I thought it did to.

I quickly ran outside my office where I was met with the most beautiful man on planet earth and who I was proud to call my boyfriend.

"CARLOS?!" I shouted as I jumped in his arms before planting a kiss to his lips

"Sorry for calling your boyfriend hot Ms. L/N" Jess said before she walked away

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" I asked as he put me down but not breaking the hug

"We have the week off before the Miami Grand Prix so I wanted to surprise you." Carlos whispered as he kissed my temple

"Well, consider me surprised" I mumbled against his lips before littering his face in kisses.

Lewis Hamilton: Peds surgeon

I’m currently on hour 8 of my 12 hour hospital shift and I��ve never been more exhausted in my life. I’ve performed 2 surgeries today and I still have one more lined up, now don’t get me wrong, I love my job and everything that comes with it. The ups, the downs, all of it.

I’ve finally finished up a post-op check up with one of my patients before hearing my stomach growl, I sent one of my trusted nurse friends to do the post op check up on the other patient while I grabbed a quick bite before my next surgery.

When I got to the cafeteria, I got a sandwich and sat down with another one of my friends while I scarfed my food down.

“So what’d you do today?” My trauma surgeon friend, Nalani asked as she took a bite of the sandwich she got

“I had to fix a bowel in one kid and another one swallowed a whole bunch of magnetic balls so I had to remove those. One balls tried to stick to the other and pierced an intestine so I had to fix that up. What about you?” I asked a I took another big bite of my food

“Oh well two people came in impaled in the chests with a long rod. Had to separate them, they both survived. It was a real miracle of God because when the images were taken, it looked like neither one of them were gonna survive.”

-

I’d been prepping for my last surgery of the day before I finally get to clock out and not worry about coming back for the next 4 days.

I walked into the OR getting suited up before noticing a figure in the amphitheater which caused me to look out of pure curiosity. Looking up I was locking eyes with the most handsomest man Ive ever seen in my whole life, who just so happened to be my fiancé.

“What is Lewis doing here?” I questioned the surgical intern

“He said he really missed you. The chief of surgery gave him clearance to be there, I think he promised to autograph a whole bunch of things for him and his kids?”

“That sounds like something Lewis would agree to” I giggled as I started to walk to the head of the table before hearing over the intercom

“Good luck with this surgery darling, I love you.”

“I love you too” was all I whispered before starting my last surgery of the day.

Daniel: Summer Camp Director

“Alright everybody, can I have your attention please?” I shouted as I glanced around the room filled with 10-15 year olds.

This is my 3rd summer being a Camp Counselor and I have to admit that I always have a blast here.

“Thank you. My name is Ms. L/N, and I’m the main counselor here at Camp Kikiwaka and I’m going to be going over everything that we’re going to be doing here over the course of the summer and you then I’ll open the floor to you guys so you can ask me questions, okay?”

I heard a sea of “Yes” “Okay” “Got it” before I continued. It only took about 45 minutes to go over the expectations at Camp Kikiwaka and the summer itinerary, “Okay, now does anyone have any questions?” A small hand shot up the second I finished my question

“I thought the big kid camp was the building?” a little girl said

“Yes it is, the camp section for older kids is right next door, why? Do you have a sibling over there?” I questioned as I looked at the little girl in front of me

“So who’s that man and why is he smiling at you?” okay, that was scary at all.

Before I could register who she was talking about I heard an older boy say “That’s Daniel Ricciardo!! What is Daniel Ricciardo doing here?!” which caused me to shoot around to see if he’s actually here.

“Hello guys! Don’t mind me, I’m just here to be your counselor’s assistant for the next week and a half” Daniel said as he walked over to me and engulfed me in a hug, swaying us side to side before placing a quick kiss on my temple.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered, looking up at him to stare in his beautiful eyes

“We have two weeks before the next race so I thought I’d volunteer my time here. I already got permission” Daniel said as he cupped my face.

Turning around I let the kids know the news “Okay guys so this is my boyfriend and your guys’ new camp counselor for a week and a half, Mr. Ricciardo! You guys can go up to him and ask him questions just as you are able to come to me!”

“You guys can call me Daniel, there’s no need for formality. Alrighty, any questions?” Daniel corrected me

“HOW CAN I BE YOUR ASSISTANT IN FORMULA 1????” The older boy shouted which caused Daniel to let out a loud laugh before he answered the question.

This was going to be a fun week and a half.

Pierre: Therapist

To say that today has been stressful would be an understatement. The lady who was in charge of booking my appointments scheduled who people at the same time and then proceeded to fill my schedule today so I couldn’t place the poor girl anywhere so I did the only logical thing anyone would do: I skipped lunch.

Well skipping lunch obviously wasn’t the best idea ever because just about 4 patients after lunchtime is when my headache started settling in, right in that spot behind my eyes. God I hated headaches so much but I despised them even more at work because how am I supposed to be helping my patients if I can’t even think straight.

To make matters worse than they already were, the headache went from just being pulsing behind my eyes to throbbing every time I moved my head in the slightest moment. Thank god this meeting ended quicker than intended and I had 15 minutes before my next patient was to walk in which gave me time to pop a few ibuprofen’s and let it settle in, in hopes that this would go away before the next one walks in.

I must’ve drifted off because two seconds after popping the ibuprofen’s there’s a knock at the door. I suppressed my groan before letting out a weak “Come in!”

I heard the door open but I just couldn’t bring myself to lift my head up

“Woah, you look like shit.” I heard a thick french accent say as the person let out a little giggle.

I knew who the voice belonged to, the owner was my longtime boyfriend who I haven’t seen in 3 weeks but right now, I couldn’t even be excited because I was in pain.

“Pierre please, I love you but right now I have such a massive headache. I feel like I’m going to pass out.” I mumbled into my hands

“Did you eat? I brought food.” He said as he lifted up the bag of french food that he claimed I “needed” to try.

I reluctantly lifted my head so I was able to take a bite or two out of the food. After a few bites I could slowly feel my headache going away, letting out a satisfied groan I continued to dig into my meal.

“You look like you haven’t eaten in days” Pierre chuckled as he watched me absolutely scarf down the food he placed in front of me.

“I feel like I haven’t” was all I managed to get out before I finished my food.

By the time my next appointment arrived, my headache was nothing but a slight throb behind my eyes which I was eternally grateful for.

I made a mental note to thank Pierre in different ways when I got home.

Logan: Speech Therapy

I’d been working with this kid to say ‘Water’ for the past 20 minutes and I’m nowhere with him.

I work with kids who have trouble talking and I get them to where they need to be at whatever age they are. Like if the kid is 4 years old and isn’t talking, I have to work a lot with the kids to make sure that I can get him to talk and be at a 4 year old’s level of communication.

Something about this 4 year old though, I just can’t get him to say ‘Water’ no matter how hard I try. I glanced up at the clock noting that it’s almost lunch time and I would have to end our session soon.

“L/N, your boyfriend is here and he brought food for all of us!” My coworker Destiny said

“Logan, can you help me? I can’t get him to say ‘Water’ and I’ve been trying for the last 20 minutes” I’m pleading with anyone at this point to at least help me get some type of progress done with him.

I watched as Logan got at level with the kid before attempting his own way “Hey buddy, can you say ‘water’?” after a second of silence he tried again “say ‘wah’.”

“Wah” my body tensed at the kid talking

“ good! now say ‘ter’.”

“Ter” I can’t believe he’s doing it

“Yes! ‘water’ !”

“AMERICA”

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

Lance: Nanny

“Baby why are you here?” I shot around to face my boyfriend

“When the fuck did you get here?” I asked in disbelief

“I missed you. How about we dip?” The nerve of this handsome man.

“Lance, I’m babysitting YOURE NIECE because YOU didn’t want to”

“I’ll pay my sister to take her kid back”

“Jesus”

Oscar: Librarian

“Excuse me Ms, do you have the Pete the Cat book? Me and my friend really want to read it. Please” I heard a little girl say.

I looked down at her before typing in my computer to see exactly where in the store it was at.

“Yes, you can follow me right this way and I’ll take you to them!” I said as I made my way over to where the books were placed. “They’re right here then. Just come up and let me know if you need anymore help!” I said as I watched her and her friends grab different books before going over to the bean bags to sit and read.

Back at my desk I was trying to place pre-orders for the new Ana Huang book coming out. I only got to the part where I could place the amount I wanted in my cart before I was being asked a question

“Do you guys have the King Of series? My girlfriend really wants to read them.” I looked up from my computer only to be faced with my Fiancé of 6 months

“Oscar?? What are you doing here?” I asked in disbelief

“I was in the area. Okay well I was a few cities away but it was only a hour drive” He said shrugging

“You’re so weird. The books are this way” I said as I grabbed a hold of his hands to guide him the way to my favorite Authors section.

Max: Nutritionist

“Okay Mom so you want to make sure that baby gets as much veggies in his system and more water, Santa said he only puts kids on the nice list if they listen to their mom and eat what she gives.” I said as I directed that last part to her 5 year old son who scrunched his face before hiding behind his mom.

“See Chase, I told you that Santa said that. He didn’t want to believe that Mommy has ties with Santa.” She smiled at the last part before picking her son up to take him out. “Thank you again, Chase is going to eat his veggies, right Chase?”

“No!” he yelled

“Do you want to be big and strong?” A thick Dutch accent could be heard

“Uh huh!!” Chase replied

“We’ll eat veggies. That’s the only way.” I turned to see my boyfriend Max in the doorway of my office.

“Otay!”

“Oh well that was one way.” The mom shrugged

“Have a good day!” I shouted as she left “I don’t know how you did that”

“Kids love me”

“oh that’s not-”

George: Sports Coach

“RUN THE FUCKING LAPS NOW!!!” I screamed at the kids in front of me

To the outside world I would seem crazy for yelling at a bunch of kids like this but in reality, I’m coaching my brother and his bastard friends soccer team this season and they bet me $20 I wouldn’t say that in front of their parents, so that was a quick $20 I put in my pocket.

“CURSING AT KIDS NOW BABE?” My boyfriend George asked.

He was helping me coach them this year and he’s a really do-by-the-book type of guy and he really disapproved of me cursing at the kids.

“Sorry baby, they deserve it. They said that you’re too bad to be in F1” I said shrugging as I made up that lie

“RUN 2 FUCKING MILES NOW!!”

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[jackmanbj]

home surprise

jack was on his was back, he was finally done with tour and was exhausted, he had been working so hard and you could tell from phone daily phone calls he wasn’t getting all the sleep he needed.

“jack baby please rest before you come home” jack sighed and looked at you through the phone, his dark eye bags showing heavy “baby, i have been getting 4 hours a sleep” “jack! your saying that like it’s a good thing you need more rest! when you come home your going straight to bed!” “not before i fuck you” “yes before you fuck me! i need you to be rested up!” “fine baby, im about to start packing and ready for bed, i loveeeee youuu” “i love you so much more! now get some rest!” “i love you more tho” “jackman dont start.” “yes ma’am, and you better be sleep when i get there!” “of course baby”

you hung up the phone, of course you weren’t going to sleep you immediately went downstairs and cleaned it a up then started taking out the meat to defrost for jacks favorite meal then going to the living room to get snacks ready and movies planned out.

of course jack would get all this after he rested or he would quite literally pass out from exhaustion.

you checked the time 1:30am, jack would be back around 7am.

jack knew new you usually woke up around 8 or 9 so he wanted to make sure you were sleep to surprise you by you waking up to him.

you were going to wake up at 5:45am just to make sure jacks food was nice and ready for when he got back.

you set an alarm for 5:30am and fell asleep.

once it hit 5:30 you alarm went off waking you. you quickly got up and showered, brushed you teeth and started makings jacks food.

it was a quick easy mean so you were done by 6:48 jack had landed around 6:48 and would be here around 6:50 or 7:00 so you started putting the food on his and urban’s plate and placing them into the microwave.

when 7:05 hit you heard keys jingle so you quickly took the food out checking to see if it was still hot and they were so you placed it down in front the two chairs where jack and urban usually sat and got some forks for them.

“hi boys!” you gave urban a hug then went to hug and kiss jack.

“baby i told you to be sleep when i got here.” “i know but i made your favorite meal!” “did you even sleep baby?” “yes j, eat please!”

urban and jack sat down and started eating while you started cleaning up the rest of your mess.

“baby your not eating?” “uhmm not right now” “mk” once jack finished you took his plate for him and washed it and once urban was done you washed his to.

while you were finishing up the dishes jack came up behind you and rubbing on your lower thighs kissing your neck

“mm jack” “baby you can clean up later, lets go lay down hmm?” “im almost done, and i told you no sex till you sleep for at least, 7 hours. minimum!” “ baby.. i haven’t seen you in monthsss i miss you” “and i miss you to baby but where not having sex right now, ill be in the bedroom soon to help you unpack” “finee”

jack slowly walked up the stairs waiting for you to change your mind, but of course you didn’t.

once you went upstairs you seen jack unpacking.

“you need help baby boy?” “yes babe!”

you finished helped jack unpack and he went to go shower while you got his sweatpants out since that was all he liked to wear for bed anyway.

once jack got out he quickly put on his pants and laid down next to you.

“i missed you baby” you started playing in his damp hair and kissing his forehead “miss you so much” jack responded in soft snores. he was face first in your boobs drooling so you kissed his forehead once more and fell asleep with him.

[lowkeyrobin]

hello:))

been loving ur mcyt preferences, and was wondering if you would do one where reader has insomnia???

I take medication for it and i got took off it for a break UGHH. anyways luv ur writing and take ur time plz:))

ooooo okay!! ; and thank you thank you, I appreciate it 🫶🫶🫶

MCYT ; insomniac/night owl

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, & quackity

warnings ; language, sleep paralysis, jokes about OD'ing (melatonin)

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TOMMYINNIT

genuinley feels so bad bc the second he closes his eyes, he's passed the hell out

he'll try and stay awake with you though and wait for the melatonin or just sleep in general to kick in

"if you're too tired to work, then don't. go back to sleep, don't worry about it"

compares you to tubbo 24/7

will bring you cherries and some milk because natural melatonin ❗️❗️

sometimes he'll try and stay awake with you and turn a movie on and he'll just pass out on your shoulder

you'll walk into his stream after sleeping until like 5 in the evening and quietly wave with a groggy look on your face

he laughs (in a very lighthearted way dw)

"y/nnnnn I know you're tired but we gotta go before we miss it"

"I'm coming, I'm coming"

you're basically just a night owl, like his personal guard dog lmao

he'll joke about it a bit too, how you're protecting him in the dark from the monsters 😭

RANBOO

he can and will stay up all night with you

mostly plays video games with you in hopes you'll get tired that way

which works a bit

does insane amounts of research, gets you eating all sorts of natural melatonin before bed and even gets you like children's melatonin gummies 💀💀

"do you have a sleep paralysis demon? are you just scared to sleep?"

"I just cannot sleep, I just toss and turn all night, I swear to god"

one of those people to do endless amounts of research to try and help

"do you wanna go to the doctor and get a prescription or something? maybe it'll help"

tweeting/posting about dumb shit you do at night

"y/n made a whole loaf of bread overnight someone send help"

"tell me why I woke up this morning to my partner staring into my soul holy shit"

FREDDIE BADLINU

also feels rlly bad that he can't help you

also brings you cherries, bananas and milk for natural melatonin in hopes it'll help a bit

will genuinley take you to a doctor to get you a prescription or something

also tweets about the shit you do while he's asleep overnight

"guys y/n picked up crocheting overnight wth"

"love when my partner wakes me up at 5am for breakfast because it was going cold 🥰 (they started cooking at 3:30am)

he can't stay up too late most days, he's a busy man

he feels so bad if you're sleeping through the whole day, he barely ever wakes you up bc he knows you're tired

"love, go back to sleep, you were up all night, I'll call you in sick, don't worry about it"

he strays away from od jokes when you're taking melatonin gummies/pills but sometimes he just has to say it

if you have a sleep paralysis demon as well, yk damn well he'll find his way into your dreams and beat the bitch up

if you can't sleep but he can, he'll just hold you and hope that you'll sleep soon

you'll usually sit there and play with his hair and admire him til you gotta get up and do something

NIKI NIHACHU

like ranboo, she puts in endless research of just trying to find things that might help you

she feels so bad

especially when you're sleeping all through the day and feel groggy as hell 24/7

if you have a paralysis demon she always reassures you that she'll beat it up for you next time it comes around

anything to make you smile bro

she's so sweet about it, if you're sleeping she makes sure to keep it quiet because this is one of the rare chances when you're sleeping

if you go multiple days without sleep and start tweaking out, she'll comfort you to sleep, doesn't matter how long it'll take

"It's okay, honey. it's okay, just focus on the rain sounds outside"

dedicated a whole kinda calm music playlist to help you sleep/relax yourself

finds it so funny when you do shit during the night to try and entertain yourself and it's the most random shit

like you'll go out and feed stray cats, accidently steal a shopping cart, fight the air and record it, etc

sleepy on stream hugs >>>

"well good morning, sunshine. its seven pm"

ALEX QUACKITY

"bro how do you not sleep"

if you got a sleep paralysis demon.... oh it's over for that mf

tweets about the dumb exhausted shit you do

"how do I turn y/n off at bedtime? I'm tired of waking up to see them staring into my soul"

"I love waking up to breakfast (I've been woken up at 4am for the past 2 weeks help me rn)"

thinks it's funny and sad at the same time when you start tweaking after not sleeping

"bro, go to sleep, cmon, it's okay, you're fine" as he's trying not to laugh at you

literally stuffs you with melatonin around 7:30 to see if it'll help LMAO

even talks on stream about how he's gonna fight the demons and pretends whoever he's fighting w is one LMAO

loves when you walk into stream all groggy and tired because he can finally spend a little time w you

[yurislotusgarden]

Can't break the rule!

ʚїɞ Dazai Osamu x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 688

ʚїɞ Tw’s: Small mention of suicide because it's Dazai but otherwise just pure fluff, pet names used, reader’s gender is not specified in any way

ʚїɞ This was literally written from 5:30am to nearly 7am and only the ending was added in after I woke up, I want that kind of motivation all the time

Gorgeous.

That's one of the words running through Dazai's head while looking at the sleeping beauty that's currently laying down on his chest, peacefully asleep. He knew that you would surely disagree with his thoughts but he didn't particularly care.

He was also aware of how late he was at this point, and that Kunikida would call him any minute now. He would pick up since that would make it so easy to tease the younger man, but it would also cause the risk of waking you up, which he absolutely didn't want, so he shall settle for messages at most. Kunikida should appreciate that! Dazai would take a big part of the time he could spend looking at his darling’s pretty face to text him back!

And just as he thought, the phone’s screen lit up in the darker room, the curtains still down due to neither of you getting up from bed that day.

‘There it is.’ Dazai lazily reached over to where his phone was lying on the nightstand, before bringing it up to his face to look at the screen, his other hand on your head, fingers gently running through your hair. He let the call go on in silence, the phone being put on mute just after you fell asleep earlier.

‘Finally!’ He thought as the 3rd call in a row ended, and he didn't have to wait long for a text from his work partner to pop up on the top of his screen.

‘YOU GODDAMN WASTE OF BANDAGES!!!’

‘WHERE ARE YOU?! WHAT RIVER WAS IT THIS TIME’

‘I SWEAR I'M GONNA THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW THE MOMENT YOU STEP A FOOT INTO THE AGENCY’

It was exactly what the brunette expected to see. Right now, the blonde was expecting to be told that Dazai had taken another dive into a river or tried another ridiculous suicide attempt. Little did Kunikida know that the brunette did the exact opposite and stayed home.

‘It looks like I won’t be in today, I can't break the rule after all!’

‘Sorry not sorry Kunikida-kun!’

He probably should have written a message to Kunikida that he won't be in like he did with the president, but where would be the fun in that? He’s lucky that he doesn't take too many official days off.

‘What rule are you talking about, you idiot?’

Dazai could have left the conversation where it was at the moment and leave Kunikida to be confused, but he decided he could have more amusement from continuing it.

‘Oh?’

‘Does dear Kunikida not know the important rule? How surprising!’

‘Just spit it out! I already spent more time on you than I should've or planned!’

His darling always told him that he should spare Kunikida from time to time, but he never really listened to that one thing, didn't he?

‘Of course! I can't leave you in the dark about it after all!’

‘Is it really that important?’

‘You will realize just how important it is once you know the rule!’

No, he never listened, and probably never will. Riling Kunikida up is just too entertaining to pass up on.

‘The rule is: If something small and cute falls asleep on you, you shall not move less you want to wake the small thing up’

‘And it just so happened that my darling angel is asleep on me right now, not like a single man like you would know how important that is <3’

‘So no no Kunikida-kun! I can’t get up and go to work, otherwise, I could break the important rule that obviously applies to me as well and I don’t really wanna break it!’

‘Now bye bye!’

‘Wait what?’

‘Dazai?’

‘YOU BASTARD COME BACK HERE’

Dazai knew that his dear colleague would chew him out the next day once he appeared at work since it wasn’t like he would find him at the agency’s dorms that day, like usual at that point. But for now, he had to go back to his previous job, and that was staring at his angel’s face like he was before the blonde’s interruption.

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[steviewashere]

Want to Go Home With You (Bring Me a Home)

Rating: Teen and Up (May Change With Future Chapters) CW: None, at least for now Tags: Alternate Universe - Mermaids, Hurt/Comfort, Dialogue Heavy, Took Canon Out Back And Pulled an Old Yeller, Mer!Steve Harrington, Fisherman!Eddie Munson, Soft Steve Harrington, Confused Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Wants to be Loved, Mermaids with Animal Like Instincts, Future Propositioning, Lowkey Might Involve Some Omegaverse Aspects in the Future (Not Sorry)

This is chapter one of ????. Also this takes place in Oregon because that's what I know and the idea of a merman living in an Indiana lake-beach is odd to me. So...bear with me. This is my first like actual alternate universe, completely separate from Stranger Things, so be nice.

Also, I've written Steve here as a merman who's had no contacts with humans—his English is choppy and his understanding of basic human communication is weird. If that's a turn-off for you, turn back now.

Read Part Two Here

Can also be read on AO3

🧜‍♂️—————🧜‍♂️ Fishing wasn’t the ideal career to be going into after high school, but Eddie had to do something while he waited for his dreams to kickstart. Granted, going into this business was easy because his uncle owned the local bait shack. But it didn’t make the job any more appealing in the end. Not even the many beaches he had the chance to truck out to. There was Cannon Beach and Seaside’s, but he stayed close to home in Newport’s.

The beach wasn’t anything super spectacular. Sure, there were parts of it inhabited by the native seal population, some of the areas overloaded with crab shells. And it was damn near majestic during the summertime. Eddie, however, didn’t see the gist of spending time there, though. Maybe it had to do with how every single one of his work days would go, the hours spent sitting in the serene stretches of water. But nothing was intriguing or worthwhile about spending his time there.

That is, until one particular early summer day.

June isn’t a busy summer month for Eddie and his uncle. It was the right temperature, but there was still the risk of storms. Heavy duty kind of storms. Business didn’t stop, though. He woke up at 5:30am, when the sun was still acclimating to the baby blue sky, and readied himself in coveralls, thick and tall rubber boots, and a bucket hat that protected his lopsided mop of curls. His hair remained back in a bun and his skin was doused with paste-like sunscreen. In one hand he carried a red fishing rod and in the other, an old black lunchbox transformed for tackle.

He went out to the docks. To the few run down boats. And climbed aboard his uncle’s tried and true, S.S. Lenore—a tiny thing, made for up to four people, overrun with nets and crusted muddy footprints, and equipped with a singular cooler. The engine always took a few pulls to start up, jostling and crunching like food run through a garbage disposal, but it did the trick. And then he was off.

Eddie always took the chance to float out for a handful of minutes. Sometimes fifteen. Sometimes ten. Set himself up stagnant in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nobody, with no chance in hell he’ll be interrupted. Today he just needed to get a cooler full of trout. Rainbow trout, to be more exact. They’re easy fish to gut and debone, good for baking in the oven, and stuffing full of herbs for marinated fish stew. He’d gone out previously to hoist in mackerels and herrings. This was the last trip he’d need to take for a good two weeks, but he was going to do a damn great amount of work for it.

“This should be good,” he mumbles to himself, just barely breeching the edge of his boat. The ocean underneath him moves in subtle pushes, rocking him lightly against itself. Its color is bright and shining—bluer, somehow, than the last time he visited just a few days ago. He can see schools of trout idling underneath the sheen of the water. And so he rigs one of his nets, tosses it over the side of his boat, and slowly sinks it into the water.

And he waits.

It isn’t until half past when he came out that the net begins to rustle. Tugging and splashing, but it doesn’t settle the way it does when it’s some regular trout. No, this threatens to topple Eddie straight into the cold depths of the water below. To sink his boat and turn it over of all its resources.

He grips to the ropes holding the damned thing up. Pulling at it hard enough to give him the starts of burns on his soft palms. And he heaves. Groaning with it. Panting unrelenting in the face of this thing trapped inside his net. Whatever he caught is surely not some common fish for his soup, this is something more—maybe even more dangerous. And he hadn’t thought to bring anything with him to ward off danger.

There had been one time where a shark got caught. Eddie happened to have a knife on him that time. He gave in, cut the ropes on the net, and let it free—which cost him the equipment, but luckily saved his life.

This is a time where having that knife would be spectacular. But as he hefts the net, he realizes that this creature caught is no ordinary thing. It’s not a shark. Not a seal. Not a school of fish. However, through the floundering waves around him, he catches on a fish-esque glimmer. Scales of some sort shifting with the catch of light breaking through.

He wrestles with the net for a few minutes more before eventually getting a good enough grasp to tie it down. Pulling up the rest with his hands, he’s met face to…tail with this creature. It has scales—pearl white and baby pink and pastel yellows—they shine iridescent in the high rise of sunlight. The end of the tail sports two fins, both of them crescent shaped, thicker towards the base of the tail, and spindly where it faces Eddie. Before he can stop himself, he’s poking at the scales, where they taper into absence at the creature’s fins. It’s then that the creature really notices him.

In one fell motion, grand and heaving, the boat rocks. Teetering into flipping. The creature turns its head to him and…hisses. Like the guttural bubbling hiss of a harbor seal. It rocks in the net again, as it lunges towards Eddie.

Immediately, Eddie pulls his hands away and steps as far back as the boat will allow him. Granted, it’s only four feet in width, but that puts space between him and this thing. The thing that he calculates slowly with his eyes. Tail—yeah, he already knew about that. But then he rakes up to the torso of the fish like creature, where his tail is ombre with the glistening, golden skin of a nude torso.

“That—That isn’t right,” Eddie finds himself stuttering, surveying the torso once again. Sure enough, there’s skin. Dotted with moles and freckles. Dark brunette chest hair that could almost be mistaken as black. Toned arms and big, veiny hands. At the ends of this creature’s fingertips are short, curved towards the palms, white claws. Gills where its ribs are. And then Eddie goes to its head. Square-ish jaw, more freckles and moles, smile lines and baby crows feet. Thick eyebrows, triangular nose with a bridge that angles slightly to the left. Ears that threaten to point at the tops. Brunette hair that swoops to the right, falls to its collarbones, wavy and stringy with saltwater.

And its eyes.

Human eyes. Hazel, glowing honey in the sun. Long eyelashes. Drooping eyelids. Pupils that are pinpoint small, dilating with every hiss that leaves the creature’s throat.

A mermaid.

Eddie Munson is looking at a fucking mermaid.

Or…merman? It doesn’t have the seashell bra like all the mermaids he’s heard tales about, but maybe that’s just fable. He’s played all kinds of fantasy games, but he never thought what he described would be looking at him. Wild eyes and baby shark-like teeth, though without the second row. Hissing.

It struggles in the net again, lunging. Wrapping its hands on the edge of Eddie’s boat, squeezing at the metal material. The force of this merman’s grip enough to cause the edge to creak. Eddie’s stomach drops.

“Woah! Alright, okay!” He exclaims, hands up and placating. Briefly, he wonders if it has a good sense of smell and hearing. Like it can scent the excretion of his sweat even in the cold air. Or how his heart beats like the galloping of a race horse. “Easy! I ain’t—I’ve got no reason to hurt you!”

It seems to know what he’s saying, as it relaxes in the net for the first time. But it shoots him a pitiful, pleading look. Petulantly whining at him, though the sound is gargled.

Eddie wipes his sweating palms on his coveralls and takes a tentative step forward. “Easy,” he murmurs, “I’ll free you, but you have to stay calm.”

But the merman shakes its head. “No,” it croaks, “No free.”

Okay, so the guy speaks. It knows English. Even as choppy and awkward as it sounds.

“No free?” Eddie questions, “You don’t want me to free you?”

It shakes its head again. Whines, gargling again in the back of its throat. Its hands grip to the boat again, this time lugging some of its weight. As if it’s trying to…climb in.

Eddie startles back once more. “Hey, no,” he barks, “no climbing in. You can’t come onto my boat.” Though he wants to take it all back the moment he locks eyes again. If it didn’t have scales and gills, Eddie would almost think it was a sad puppy hybrid. He can almost imagine the droopy tail paired with the glistening, fearful, and pleading eyes. “Why shouldn’t I free you? My boat isn’t your home and I can’t take you back with me. You belong in the water.”

“Home,” the merman echoes, croaking. “Your home…warm?”

“Uh—“ What the fuck, he can’t help but think, exasperated. “—uh, sure. Home is warm. My, uh, home is warm. I live by the sand with my uncle, selling worms and cooking fish. The sun hits my skin every morning.” He doesn’t know why he’s answering the guy, but something in its stare, the broken words—Eddie’s allured. “Can you please answer my question? I’d like to go home. So, why shouldn’t I free you?”

The merman points a clawed finger at itself. “My home not warm. Cold.” Eddie nods along because—of course, duh, the ocean is cold. But it murmurs, “Love.” And now Eddie’s confused all over again.

“Love?”

Its voice is soft and sweet, curious. “You have love?”

Eddie shouldn’t be indulging this. He shouldn’t. But maybe the merman is a siren with how he’s drawn to answer. “I don’t have a partner, if that’s what you’re asking. But my uncle loves me. And I love him. That’s—I have love like that.”

It nods like it understands. Looks away over its shoulder, to the cold, salty water. And visibly shudders before facing Eddie again. “No love,” it says, pointing at itself again. “I no have love. No warm.” It tries to climb in again, even as Eddie’s moving to pry its hands away, but it holds tight and hisses again. “Want warm. Go with. Want to go. Go now,” it demands in a low timber.

And even as pretty as this merman is, Eddie has to refuse. He shakes his head softly. Gently, he says, “You can’t. I—I don’t know you. And…I don’t have an ocean in my house. You’ll die if you come with me.”

“Steven,” it mutters.

What? “What.”

“Know me—Steven,” it says. “Know you? Name?”

Tentatively, Eddie relaxes again. Realizes that this won’t be an end all conversation. “My name is Eddie. It’s short for Edward,” he answers, “but I like Eddie more.”

It hums, observing. “Eh-die,” it sounds out. “Eddie,” it whispers. Without warning, it trills at him. High pitched, chirping and bubbling from the back of its throat. Smiling with the sound, squinting its pretty honey eyes. Something in Eddie stirs. “Like that,” it chirps. “Short and easy. I want.”

“You want a short and easy name, too?” Eddie clarifies. It nods at him, squeaking an affirmative thing. “How about…Hm, what’s a good name for Steven?” He ponders as the merman continues to look on at him, eyes bright and curious. “How about Steve? Is that good enough for you?”

“Steve!” It crows. Trilling again, higher pitched than the last, squirming again in the net, closer and closer to heaving itself into the boat. “Easy, easy, easy,” it says at him.

Eddie can’t help but chuckle. “So…Steve, am I able to call you a he? Like…His name is Steve?”

He nods at Eddie. Wriggling again as if he can’t contain his excitement.

“Well, now I know you, huh? It’s a shame I still can’t take you to my home.”

And now Steve frowns, eyes saddening again. “But…My home is cold. You have warm,” he says solemnly.

“I know,” Eddie murmurs, “but I don’t have space for you, Steve. Your home is in the water. If I take you out of the water for too long, you’ll die. You need the water.”

“I will see you again?”

Eddie shrugs. “If you see my boat again, you can visit me. How about that? And…what’s special about that, is that I can bring you things that aren’t in the ocean.”

“Man’s stuff?”

Befuddled, Eddie asks, “What are man’s stuff?”

“Stuff I see from up here. From Eddie’s home,” Steve answers. “I find and I keep and I hide. Nobody knows. Just Eddie. Eddie is nice, though. You make me happy.”

Humming, Eddie assesses Steve again. Smiles softly. “You’re nice, too, Steve. Even though you scared me earlier. But you were scared, too, huh? Caught in my stupid net.” He takes a careful step closer, standing over where Steve rests in the net still. He places a hand on one of Steve’s, tentatively, but purposefully. “But if you see my boat again, you can come visit. Maybe next time I’ll bring some fish soup? Do you eat fish?”

“Fish are tasty,” Steve says as a response.

Eddie chuckles again. “Okay, Steve. I’ll bring you fish soup. Tomorrow, though. I have to free you and go home, okay?” He reaches down for the ropes that he tied down earlier. Tugs on one of the knots and frees one side. Steve yelps.

“Promise you come back?” Steve meekly asks.

“Promise,” Eddie murmurs intensely, unraveling the last of the rope. “Look for Lenore. She’ll bring you back to me.”

🧜‍♂️—————🧜‍♂️ If you'd like to be tagged in future updates, let me know. Taglist for this is open <3

[the-froschamethyst4]

Breakfast in Bed

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Soap x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Fluff, language, married couple, flirting, a bit of smut, kissing/making out, groping, fingering, P in V, licking, biting, aftercare

𖤐Summary: Soap wants to be a good husband to his wife Y/n, and decided to make her some breakfast in bed.

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4:00AM

Soap woke up before the sun, he looked up at the ceiling and saw the streetlamps hitting against the ceiling. He sits up and leans against the headboard of the bed.

He looks to his left seeing his sleeping wife. He saw her sleeping face, she looked happy, comfortable and so sound. He smiles at her and slides down and kissed her forehead.

She stir in her sleep, but got back to being comfortable. He smirks and gently gets up from the bed.

He puts on some sweatpants, he just gently shuts the door behind him and went downstairs.

He turns on the coffee pot and fixed himself some coffee. He pulls out a pan, the toaster and a plate. He was going to surprise his lovely wife with some breakfast in bed.

It was no special occasion, he just wanted to do it for her. She's been stressed with work, and having to deal with her crazy family. Soap knows she needs to be destressed from everything.

5:30AM

He makes toast, eggs, bacon and even cut up some fruits for her. He stood by the coffee pot and placed the mug under it letting it dispense hot water, he grabbed a tea bag that was meant for stress-reliving.

He puts a spoonful of sugar in it along with honey.

"Perfect," he states, as he was placing everything on a tray and walking back upstairs, he gently pushes the door open with his foot and saw Y/n was up.

"You're up," he sounded surprise.

"Yeah...I was wondering were you darted off to," she says, kicking the covers off her feet.

"Yeah, I was going to bring you some breakfast," he says sitting the tray over her lap.

"Why?" She asked with a smile and looking up at him.

"You just deserve it."

"Aww~ thanks you," she says, leaning forward and kissing his lips.

"Anything for you," he smiles down at her. He plops down next to her and turned the TV on, today felt like a lazy day and an everything about Y/n type of day.

Soap admired Y/n as she ate, she looked cute and so peaceful, she would sometimes offer a bite to Soap, but he'd gently decline and tell her it's all for her as he sips on his coffee.

Y/n was happy that Soap made everything for her and about her. Y/n leaned back in her plush comfortable pillows and smiled to herself.

"Are you done?" He asked.

"Yes, for now though," Y/n says, biting her bottom lip and rolling on Soap, sitting on his lap.

"My love?"

"Hm?"

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, just looking at you, my handsome husband," she compliments.

"My love, don't today is about you not me," he says, cupping the back of her head, moving forward till her back hit the plush bed and he was above her, her arms still around his neck.

"You look so beautiful."

"Don't I always?" She says. He only chuckles at her and attacks her neck with kisses. She lets out a soft moan and ran her fingers through his hair.

His lips then moved from her neck to her jawline and then finally to her lips. She slightly opened her mouth letting his tongue inside.

"I do hate to ruin this moment, Soap," she says as his lips went back to her neck.

"Hm?" He hums.

"My boss called and asked if I could come in, tonight."

"Tonight? To do what?"

"Just come in and do some filing and end of the month shit," she says.

"Did you tell him, no?" Soap asked.

"...No..."

"Love."

"Soap, it's for a few hours." He sits up and placed his hands on her thighs as she stayed on her back and held his wrists.

"How long is a few hours?" He asks.

"4?"

"Fine," he groans.

"Soap," she teased him, her hands moving from his wrists up her shirt and exposing her braless boobs. "I don't leave till the afternoon, care to-"

"Fuck yeah, you don't need to tell me twice," he holds her waist and then started to kiss her neck and his hands went up and squeezed her bare chest.

She lets out a soft moan as her hands went to his hair and down to his shoulders, squeezing his buff shoulders and enjoying the kisses on her bare skin.

"K-Keep going."

"Wasn't playing on stopping, my love," he says, kissing her lips and moving his hands to her hips and pulled at her shorts wanting them down off her body.

As he pulls them off her lower half, he pushes two fingers inside of her, quickly pushing them in and out of her and earning a soft and loud moan from her lips.

His eyes focused on her face seeing her eyes squeeze shut and let out soft moans.

"God, I love your moans, they drive me crazy," Soap says as he pulls his fingers from her and starts moving down kissing, licking and biting at her thighs.

"S-Soap, h-holy fuck," she moans.

"Shhh~ my love, let me pleasure you, only enjoy yourself," his rough hands squeeze at her thick thighs.

His tongue went to her inner thighs, licking at her and biting her leaving some small teeth marks on her thighs.

"Ah nngh~!" She moans.

He then starts to strip from his pants and started to mess with his harden dick. He moves it and watched her eyes land on his hand touching himself. He smirks when he sees she wasn't being discrete about it.

"I know you want it, my love, I can see it in your eyes that you want to be fucked by me," he then pulls his dick from his boxers and started to pump himself before pushing himself inside of Y/n.

"Ah!" Her head goes back into the plush pillows and her hands were around his neck. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he was thrusting deep into her but was also being so gentle at the same time.

He only took it slow so she could get use to him before he picks up the pace.

Her eyes fluttered open as she looks at Soap and begs him to move faster which he gladly did. He was moving faster and faster and watched her face become red and her eyes held tears threatening to fall but never did.

His thumbs wiped the stray tears away and kissed her lips as she moans into the kiss and the tip of his dick just barely hitting her g-spot.

Her head goes back and she let's out a soft moan.

"S-Soap," she moans.

Soap could feel her squeeze around him, they both moaned and he came inside of her. He pulls out and watches cum leak from her lower half.

White liquid leaked form her, he smirks looking down at her.

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"Was breakfast good?" Soap asked as he watched Y/n drinking her tea.

"It was good," she says.

"You don't seem...happy?"

"No, I'm happy," she smiles at him. "You did a romantic gesture and very much apricate what you did, and I love you for it," she says, kissing his lips. "Thank you."

Soap watches her eat and smiles at her.

He moves closer to her and cups her chin and kissed her lips again.

"God, I love you," Soap says, kissing her some more.

[sapphhiiire]

Parent!miguel x parent!y/n.

.𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅.

[side note: I have written this for Mother’s Day! And yes Ik that in the image I have used it’s Peters kid but…yk only 1 I could find of a baby 😭]

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You were fast asleep, unaware that your husband had left your side which in this case was normal he would normally have to go out at random times at night for the line of work he followed and you understood this but it always left you worried senseless, not knowing what shape he would be in once he came home…you and him had a baby to raise together and you’d very much like for him to physically be there alongside you and your baby.

Anywho it was about 5:30am and the only thing that woke you was the sound of your baby cooing, letting out an exhausted sigh you rolled out of bed and stumbled to the doorway, a smell struck your nose and it smelt pretty heavenly which got you confused because who the hell would be cooking now?? You made your way through the small hallway of your house that lead to your kitchen where you saw the adorable sighting of Miguel holding your child in his arms soothing it as he continues to make the ‘breakfast.’ he was going to surprise you with, “Miguel?” You softly called out for his name, he snapped his head into your direction and froze like a deer in headlights “oh, love I see that you’re awake…and so early too.” he says sheepishly, putting the baby down into its little high chair Miguel walks over to you. “What are you doing up so early cooking?” You asked through an yawn and a stretch, curious to know the reasoning behind all this, Miguel doesn’t answer until he comes a bit closer to you and cups your cheeks into his hands, leaning in to plant a kiss on your lips which you met back with embracing him into a hug. After a couple of seconds you guys broke apart. “Happy Mother’s Day, mi amor.” He finally says.

This left you with a sense of awe, admiring how he got up early even through his own sleep deprivation for you.

you couldn’t help but pull him in another kiss, this one just as passionate as the last

[bambiauroraa]

gᥱ𝗍𝗍іᥒg ᥆ᥙ𝗍 ᥆𝖿 ᥲ sᥣᥙm⍴ || 24/09/2024

🎀 logging in..

notes:

🫶🏻 my alarm didn’t work this morning so i woke up at 6:30am instead of 5:00am, but we’ll try again tomorrow. good thing is that i wasn’t late to anything, because i love to spend time in the morning to do some extra studying or something creative like drawing or writing, and now i just needed to skip that.

🫶🏻 three months until it’s christmas eve!

achievements:

i studied

i wrote into my diary

i did workouts for 70 minutes in total

i read a book

i drew a birthday card for my friend (happy birthday to her!)

workouts i did today:

no love handles - yuuka sagawa

15 min pilates & cardio workout - shirlyn kim

slim thighs - hinafit

newjeans hanni abs workout (easy ver.) - hinafit

le sserafim workout (easy ver.) - hinafit

toned & slim thighs - april han

my own 20 min low impact full body workout

meals:

breakfast

╰  → porridge, bread, orange juice

lunch

╰  → tofu, potatoes, beans, salad, bread, milk

dinner

╰  → chicken soup, bread, milk, kisel

snacks (throughout the day)

╰  → caramel pudding, a bun slice, ice cream, smoothie, bread, orange juice, yogurt

habit tracker:

get up at 5:00 am

bible study in the morning and in the evening ✔︎

do all your planned workouts ✔︎

walk for 45 minutes ✔︎

reduce screen time

study ✔︎

read / draw ✔︎

write ✔︎

go to sleep before 9:45pm ✔︎

notes:

good night everyone! sleep well and don’t hesitate to ask or say anything in the comments or asks 💗💬

🎀 logging out..

[goquokka00]

Steamy Morning

Pretty much just a hot morning with Jisung cuz I can't get this scenario out of my head :/

Pairings: Han Jisung X Reader (F!)

Genre: Smut, hints of fluff

Warnings: Oral receiving (f!), pet names, marking, unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, orgasms, softdom! Jisung, 18+

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

If there was anything you wished people knew about Jisung, it was that he was NOT a morning person.

Maybe it was because he was always up until 4 or 5 in the morning working on songs, or because you both loved to talk and hang out until late. But either way, he hated mornings. No matter how hard he tried, he always despised them.

For one, they were either too bright or too dark. For performances, he'd always have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn to get to the Stray Kids dorm so he could leave on time. But when he had time to wake up when he wanted to, the sun would always decide to shine right in his eyes.

Another thing he hated about mornings is that he'd either have to leave you in the bed or be left in the bed by you. He'd love to lay down next to you, spend time with you in the morning and just lay there, holding you in his arms. But sadly, that wasn't the case most mornings. With your job, you'd always have to leave early on weekdays to help open a coffee shop, and he'd be left alone, with your spot on the bed cold.

It was either that, or he'd have to tear himself away from you in order to quietly get ready for whatever performance he'd have. He hated doing that to you and would always consider staying just a few seconds longer to kiss your forehead and run his hands through your hair, even though you probably wouldn't feel him do that.

The last thing he despised was that he had to get up in general. Like mentioned before, Jisung was always up late. Whether it be because he was working or just being with you, he'd always stay up past 1am at the minimum. And when he had to get up and get less than the necessary amount of sleep? Oh, he hated it. Of course, you knew that, too.

That's why you always made an effort to make mornings amazing for him when you both had the day off.

It was rare for the both of you to have time off on the same day. Because you always opened, and he always had days and days of work scheduled, it was extremely difficult for both of you to have the same day off. They just didn't happen. But when they did, it always felt like a miracle that you both needed. And today was just one of those days.

It all started at 8:30am.

That's as late as your internal clock would let you sleep in. You never knew why that was, but you never really questioned it. After all, it meant that you had more time to be awake and enjoy the day. So you never minded that.

You also didn't mind the sight you got right away in the morning when you woke up.

You smiled, seeing Jisung fast asleep, soft snores coming out of his slightly open mouth. His face was squished against the pillow, one arm underneath it while the other was limp around you. It was a gorgeous sight that you never got sick of, even though you've seen it plenty of times.

But, you knew that since you were up, you were gonna have to be productive. It was something that was trained in your mind, probably from childhood. And so, you slipped out of Jisung's limp hold, trying your best to not wake him up (as he deserved to sleep in), and went to the bathroom, where you did anything else a normal person would do. Use the toilet, brush your teeth, wash your face, and brush your hair. You decided not to put in your contacts, and instead go with your glasses.

After all, you weren't really planning on going anywhere today.

Once your glasses were on, you put your hair into a loose ponytail, already having an idea for breakfast, and quickly glanced at your outfit. It was one that you always found comfort in, and one that Jisung loved the sight of. It was also one that tended to really get Jisung going.

In short, it was his Maniac Tour Sweatshirt with a pair of shorts. Really easy, really simple, and extremely comfortable. But you thought that you always looked cute with your glasses on and your hair up while wearing the outfit. A rare feeling that didn't occur often.

Once out of the bathroom, you journeyed into the kitchen, making a pitstop at the coffee machine Jisung literally never used. It was a gift from Seungmin for his birthday. It was top quality, something you could never afford. And yet Jisung never made an effort to use it. So to make sure that Seungmin's gift didn't go to waste, you used it instead. As much as you could, at least.

Once your coffee was made, you immediately got to work on breakfast. It wasn't a hard breakfast to make, it was actually far from it. But after last night's dinner, having left over rice and some kimchi that would be going bad soon any day now, your brain immediately went to Kimchi Fried Rice for breakfast. And so, that's exactly what you started to make.

It was just as you got the rice in the pan when you heard the shower start. A smile appeared on your face, knowing that Jisung was definitely up, probably trying to wake himself up before going out into the kitchen. And so, you go back to the coffee machine, making him a coffee. Otherwise, he'd be way grumpier than he usually was in the morning.

As his coffee poured, you went back to stirring the Kimchi Fried Rice, not wanting it to burn. And soon enough, it was ready to go. You dished up the food, setting it onto the counter, and went to get his coffee finished up. And that's when you felt two arms wrap around your waist, and a head rest on your shoulder.

"Good morning, Jisung." You said, not surprised by his morning antics. Back hugs was Jisung's favorite way of greeting you in the mornings, partly because he was too tired for anything else.

"Mm..." He replied. He placed light kisses onto your neck, going up to your cheek.

"I have your food ready to go on the counter. Kimchi Fried Rice." You told him. You smiled at his show of affection, and you could feel his smile as well. "And I have a coffee for you right here."

"Not interested." Jisung told you, making you a bit confused. Jisung was always a grumpy person in the mornings before he ate and had coffee. Though, it wasn't long before you realized why that was.

All thanks to the fact that he was pulling your ass against his boner.

"You're wearing my sweatshirt. 'S hot." Jisung said as he trailed his kisses back down to your neck. Immediately, his light kisses went to open-mouthed kisses, making you hum. "And you have your glasses on."

"Well, I didn't feel like wearing my contacts." You told him, leaning your neck to the side, feeling him pull you closer to him.

"Baby, you know what that does to me..." Jisung trailed, his head not leaving your neck. You just sighed, feeling him suck on your skin, leaving a mark. A dark one. And once he let go, you turned to look at him.

Oh...you wished you did that sooner.

Jisung still had damp hair. That was the first thing you noticed. You also noticed the fact that there was no shirt on his body. While that didn't really shock you, as he usually didn't have a shirt on when at home, it was still a sight to see. His broad shoulders, his muscles toned and very much present, and it all lead down to his tiny waist.

All he had on was a pair of sweatpants. And those sweatpants were just loosely hanging onto his hips for dear life. And of course, his boner was poking through just perfectly, making itself known to the both of you.

Pretty much, he had rendered you speechless. Very speechless.

"Baby..." Jisung trailed, looking at you with a dark gaze of lust. Then again, that was all he had to say for you to pull him into a kiss. Jisung instantly kissed you back, his hands going to your waist as your lips moved in sync. It didn't take much time for Jisung to push you back against the counter, lifting you up onto it.

The second that you were seated on the counter, you placed your hands onto his chest, moving up to his shoulders, then back down towards his abdomen. Jisung, on the other hand, immediately moved his hand down towards your shorts, slipping his hand under the waistband and immediately smirked as he laid his hand over your clothed pussy.

"My baby...you're so wet for me." Jisung said, going to kiss your neck. A whine immediately left your lips as you rolled your hips to meet his hand, which made Jisung chuckle a bit. "And you're needy. How cute."

"J-Jisung..." You whined, pouting towards his teasing. He just kissed your cheek, pulling your shorts and panties down your legs.

Once those were off, he immediately split your legs apart, going in between them. He left open-mouthed kisses on your thighs, eventually sucking to make a few more marks before getting up towards your soaking wet pussy, which was all the more beautiful without those panties over it.

"So beautiful..." Jisung whispered, going and placing a kiss onto your clit. You whined once again, squirming as he blew some air onto you, the coolness making you shiver. But Jisung just smiled, placing a few more kisses onto your pussy, those kisses turning to open-mouthed kisses. That made you whimper, rolling your hips again as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you a little closer to him.

If only that damned sweatshirt wasn't getting in his way.

If there was one thing Jisung loved to do, it was fuck you in his sweatshirts. It just felt like a form of ownership, like you were truly his. The only issue was that they always got in the way, like now. And so, it wasn't a surprise when he gripped the sweatshirt, pulling it up as he continued to kiss you.

"Bite it." He told you. You immediately obliged, grabbing the sweatshirt and putting it into your mouth, having it pulled up permanently. He just smiled, kissing your thigh one last time, licking his lips as he looked up at you. "Good girl."

And then, he dove in.

He immediately began to slurp and lick in between your folds, going up to your clit and flicking it with his tongue, suckling it before repeating the process. You moaned out, gripping his hair as your back arched. You rolled your hips, trying to get more friction. But that wasn't something Jisung wanted you to do. Not in the slightest.

And so, he resorted to holding your hips down with one hand, while the other was placed on your inner thigh, gently massaging the muscle. He pulled away from your core for a second, moving his hand up right above it, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, making you whimper.

"Be good and don't move." Jisung told you, his eyes practically gazing through you. That look on his face made you whine, your eyes pleading for him to continue. "Keep your hips still for me, okay?"

"M-mmhm..." You hummed, nodding eagerly towards him. Jisung just smiled, placing a kiss onto your thigh again before going back in, licking and suckling your clit again as his hand went back to your thigh, gently massaging it.

Moans kept pouring from your mouth, your back arching again as you tried your best to keep your hips as still as you possibly could. But Jisung was starting to get pussy drunk, you could tell in the way he eagerly slurped and lapped at your folds, making that familiar tight knot form.

You whined, looking down at Jisung, who was keeping his eyes on you as well. You weren't sure how long he had been watching you, you guessed that it had been for a while. But the second that you made eye contact, he sunk two fingers right into your hole, curling them to hit your G-Spot.

That immediately got you to cum.

You squealed, gripping onto Jisung's hair as your legs shook, Jisung just continuing on as he was, guiding you through your orgasm. You didn't take long to start to come down from your high, loosening your grip on both the sweatshirt and his hair, your free arm going over your eyes as you took deep breaths, eventually getting yourself grounded.

"That's a good girl. Such a good girl for me, my baby." Jisung mewled, kissing your bare stomach and thighs, getting up before pulling you off of the counter, turning you around and pushing your chest down against it. His hand went straight to your ass, groping it as his other hand held the sweatshirt up and away from your lower region while also holding you down.

And then, you felt it.

You assumed that while he was eating you out, Jisung had taken his cock out of the confinements of his sweatpants in order to get some relief from his hand. You didn't blame him, either. Jisung loved the taste of you, always getting more turned on than he had been beforehand. So he would usually end up jerking himself off to your taste and your sounds.

But as you felt him run his cock in between your folds, you whimpered, clenching around nothing as he eventually lined himself up, slowly pushing into you.

"Good girl, take my length...that's it..." Jisung moaned out. He didn't have to go this slow, he usually didn't. But with how wet you were, he wanted to savor the moment. He wanted to feel you. And while you were also fairly needy, it was nice to feel him, too.

Jisung was long. Long enough to reach your cervix if he wanted to. He also had just enough girth to stretch you just right. It made him feel bigger than he actually was, and to him, it felt like you were just tight enough. In other words, he felt amazing.

"'M gonna start moving, my baby." Jisung said as he leaned down and kissed your shoulder blade. And once that kiss was laid, he started to thrust. It was a steady pace, one that wasn't too fast, but it wasn't ungodly slow. It was one that definitely ripped moans from you, and grunts and groans from him.

"Ji-Ji...!" You moaned out, trying your best to grip onto the counter. It felt incredible. It always did. And you knew it was only a matter of time before he started messing with your clit again.

"God...look at you, you're-holy fuck...you're sucking me back in..." Jisung moaned out, moving his hand back to your ass, gripping onto it. He kept his hips moving, eventually going into a harder-hitting thrust. And that rewarded him with slightly louder moans from you.

He loved when you made noise for him. He loved it so much, because it let him know that he was the one making you feel this good. It made him feel like he was the only one who could make you feel this good. Nobody else could do what he was doing, because you're his.

"'M gonna cum! Ji, I'm gonna cum...please..." You whined, squirming under his hold. Sure enough, there went his hand, going straight to your clit to rub quick circles on it with his thumb, making you squeal.

"Do it...Cum on my cock, baby...come on, please, do it." Jisung told you. And that's exactly what you did. Your entire body trembled as a pornographic moan ripped from your throat. Your pussy clenched around him, causing Jisung to groan, leaning forward as his hand left your clit, going back to your hip to keep himself going.

He was definitely getting close, but he wasn't gonna cum. Not yet.

"Good girl, that's such a good girl..." Jisung praised, moving his hips faster. He was definitely getting close, but he wanted you to cum with him. Just like you both normally did.

"Ji, I-I can't...God, I can't--"

"You can, my baby...please, I'm almost there, just a bit longer..." Jisung interrupted you, his brows furrowing as another groan left him. You moaned out, feeling your legs shake as that oh, so familiar knot formed in your core once again. "Please, just hang on...I'm so close, super close..."

"Ji..." You moaned out, moving slightly to get your hips closer to his. God, you hoped that he was getting there, because you were just on the ledge. That's when you felt his hand move again, going straight for your clit.

"Cum. Cum cum cum cum cum..." Jisung said quickly. You immediately obliged, crying out as your body shook again with another orgasm, clenching around his cock. That's what did Jisung in. He immediately moaned out, gripping your hips and pulling you close to his, cumming inside of you, making sure to ride out both orgasms.

He had never been more thankful you were on birth control.

Soon after, he pulled out of you, keeping your hips supported as you still shook. He let the sweatshirt go, reaching over for a rag, only to hear your shuddering breath. He looked to you, laughing a bit.

"You okay, my baby?" Jisung asked, watching you nod.

"Y-Yeah, just...just calming down." You replied, Jisung just smiling as he turned you around, helping you back onto the counter. He quickly wiped himself off, putting his limp cock back into his sweats before going up to you and kissing your cheek a few times, making you smile.

"You were amazing, baby. God, I love you so much." Jisung told you, pecking your lips as he began to wipe off your lower region. He always did this after sex, making sure to take care of you and treat you like a queen. It was the least he could do, after all.

"I love you too, Sungie." You said, smiling as he finished up, setting the rag aside. Then, he came close to you and hugged you again, making you feel warm inside. You loved how clingy he was afterwards, always cuddling or hugging you, giving you plenty of kisses and other acts of affection.

"Want me to bring you to the couch? I can heat up the Fried Rice and join you, and we can watch whatever you want." Jisung said, kissing the marks he had made earlier that morning. You could only smile, nodding at his offer.

"Sounds perfect."

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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Noah Sebastian x OFC

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Here's the 3rd part. Hoping to also get this one up quick. This story is really coming together in my head. Also, I know I promised smut, and so far have not delivered. That is coming, pinkly promise. We've got to get the foundation man!

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery.

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

Part 3 - The Grey

Sleep was a wild idea, given everything I had learned last night. I couldn't seem to quit scrolling through Google, YouTube, listening. I felt as though I was educating myself. Learning, in some way, what I was getting into. I wanted to see what I could learn about him, but he was an overall private human, even for a musician.

I did learn he is a Scorpio, born on Halloween. Originally from Virginia. The names of his bandmates. He had quite a few wonderful songs that I had added to my iTunes quickly after hearing them. So far, my favorite was Limits, which was saying a lot, given Just Pretend was still so incredible.

Throughout all of my 'research', the most important fact I learned was that Noah was very good at hiding his alcoholism. I expected to see articles, tweets, or even a TikTok about some scandal. An arrest? A fight? A drunken performance? I found nothing.

I suspect Noah is what I consider a silent drunk. Someone who doesn't drink for fun, but for release. For something to escape to. This had to be true, because I found zero evidence of his addiction on social media or in the depths of Google. I even shamelessly searched 'Noah Sebastian alcoholic' and came up with some very strange fanfiction. Interesting thought...

This almost worried me more. This meant I was going into this blind. The rockstar lifestyle was something not only musicians lived. So how did he manage to do it so quietly? Was his publicist just that good? Did he even have one?

Despite my determination, sleep finally took hold about 4AM, me waking up at noon with the videos of their music still playing on YouTube. I slammed my laptop closed and wiped the drool from my lips.

I needed caffeine.

I slipped into my house slippers, and sauntered to the kitchen, Angel following behind. I heard his quiet whine, and quickly paced to the back door to let him out before he had an accident.

Once I had slurped down half of my energy drink and let Angel back in, I snatched my phone from my bedside table. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I checked through my notifications.

Given it was my day off, I wasn't surprised to see a text from Sam asking if I wanted to come in and help him with his case files. I didn't even open it. That should answer that question.

I opened my messages to reach out to Laura. Her and I needed to speak immediately.

Before I could open her thread, I noticed a message from Noah, which made my throat dry.

Noah: Hollywood Palladium. Doors open at 6PM, but you should get there about 5 to get into your suite. I'll text you once I get offstage and we can figure out how you'll smuggle me out. We go on before Motionless in White.

Noah: Thank you again, Leena. I know this is a pain for you.

This guy isn't actually real. He is sweet as honey. Smooth as butter. And wakes up at 6:30AM, apparently? Who the fuck is this guy?

Me: I'll be there. I haven't told Laura yet. Pray for me.

His response came quickly.

Noah: Our Father, who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name...

I only responded with laughing emojis and flipped to Laura's thread.

Me: Can you talk?

This was our code. She was working and if she was busy, she would respond. If she wasn't, she'd call.

My phone vibrated in my hand immediately.

"Hey." My voice was a fucking mess. I realized I hadn't used it at all yet.

"What the fuck is up, Kyle? You getting sick?" I cleared my throat and sighed.

"No. Just woke up."

"Late night? You doing okay?" I could hear the concern. 3 years sober, didn't mean it wasn't still something to keep an eye on.

"Yeah babe, I'm good. I need to fucking talk to you, though."

"Sure, what's going on?"

I sighed, not even knowing how to begin. I couldn't exactly tell her the lead singer of one of her favorite bands was a newly recovering alcoholic. Not without permission.

"I uh..." My brain drew a blank. "have not thought this through."

The other end was silent.

"You sure you're okay?"

I sighed hard. "I met Noah Sebastian."

Now there was dead silence on the phone.

"I'm so fucking sorry, I've lost my mind. Can you repeat that?" Her voice was deadly.

"You heard me."

"Noah Sebastian? From Bad Omens?!" I could hear her voice raising some octaves.

"Yeah a few days ago."

"Fucking where?!" I had to hold the phone at a distance from my ear.

"At...my work." My brain worked overtime to work out this lie.

"I call bullshit." She is too good at seeing through me.

"Laura, would you fucking listen?"

"Noah Sebastian did not walk into a fucking mortgage office and just happen to meet my best friend, the loan officer. Bullshit."

"Laura, listen!"

"Fuck! Fine! What?!" I could feel her irritation.

"I have tickets to their show tonight. In their VIP booth."

"Did you help him buy a house or some shit?!" That actually wasn't bad.

"Possibly. Still up in the air."

"You're such a fucking liar."

"Do you want to go or not? We'll be seeing him after."

I could feel her jaw drop to the floor. "We're going to meet the band?"

"No, not the band. I don't think. Just Noah."

"Just Noah? Christ Mileena, did you fuck him or something?!"

"Absolutely not! Laura what the hell?!"

"What?? You don't even listen to Bad Omens." I scoffed at that.

"I fucking do now."

-

After a solid hour of interrogatories from Laura, planning on getting to the event (I would drive, obviously) and what we would wear, we finally hung up.

I had about three and a half hours before I had to leave to pick her up. I had enough time for a walk with Angel, lunch, and to get ready.

When Angel and I set out on the sidewalk, and I had set up my AirPods (3 guesses who I was listening to), my phone chimed with a text. I groaned. Didn't we get through enough details?

When I saw the text though, I was surprised to see Noah's name.

Noah: Hey, weird request, but could I call you for like ten minutes?

I was puzzled, but typed a quick affirmative response.

My phone rang a few moments later.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I'm sorry." His immediate apology confused me.

"Sorry for what?" I could hear him chuckle, his voice slightly hushed.

"Calling. I know it's weird." I half-smiled. There was a level of innocence to Noah that made me feel better about this entire situation.

"Noah, I'm your sponsor. You're allowed to call me any time, day or night."

"But what if I call you at 3AM cause I'm craving sugar?"

I shook my head, weaving down the sidewalk with Angel heeling nicely at my left.

"Then we go get ice cream?"

I could hear the smile in his voice. "No way. You don't mean that."

I proudly responded. "Wouldn't be the first time."

He only snorted in response. I did wonder why he needed to call.

"Are you okay?"

"Mm, yeah. We're at the venue. Did sound check a while ago. The guys cracked open some beers. I told them I was going to take a quick walk to get some air. I feel like they might know something." His concern was thick in his words.

"Ah, okay. Well, super proud of you for walking away. That's amazing on it's own."

"Yeah?" He sounded unsure.

"Oh, one hundred percent."

"Thanks Leena." He sighed. His voice then came out a little smoother. "Did you talk to Laura?"

"I did."

"And how did that go?"

I smirked. "Well, she doesn't believe that I met you at work, so now she's got horrific ideas of how I met you, but she's in."

This made him laugh. "Horrific like how?!"

"I won't repeat it. But either way, she doesn't know how we actually know each other. I'm struggling to figure out how I'm going to explain us giving you a ride home?"

He was quiet, my guess was thinking. "How well do you know her?"

"Better than anyone, why?"

"You trust her?"

"With my life."

"Tell her. It's easier that way. Just maybe ask we don't all chat about it?" This took me back. As private as he is, and he doesn't even know me that well? Why trust me, or someone I trust, with this secret? His reputation is somewhat on the line.

"You sure?"

"Should I not be?"

I sighed. "I wouldn't risk your good name Noah. I promise."

"Thanks Leena." I heard muffled voices in the background. "Hey, I've got to go. See you later?"

I agreed, and we disconnected the call.

-

The ride to the venue was mostly quiet, aside from the soft music on the radio playing.

"So...anything else I should know before we walk in there? Ronnie Radke isn't going to be hanging with us too, is he?"

I chuckled at this.

"Listen babe, I've got to tell you something."

She lifted her eyebrow in a knowing look. "Knew you were lying."

I shrugged. "Look, I'm going to tell you this, but this is covert level secrecy. No one can know. Or Noah is fucked. So promise me? Not even your husband gets to know?"

Her look turned more serious.

"Of course babe. Anything."

"I'm Noah's sponsor." Her jaw dropped open, almost unnaturally so.

"He's in AA too?" I nodded.

"He just started. And he needed a sponsor. I offered. He needed help getting through this show and the after party. So he's going to pretend to be sick after, meet us backstage, and we're going to smuggle him out and drive him home."

I could see the wheels in her head turning. She believed me now. She knew I never lied about AA.

"Oh my God, babe." She shook her head. "I'm so sorry. I pried too hard. Jesus, I feel like an asshole."

I waved her off. "Don't, my love. He gave me permission to tell you." She nodded at that, sitting back in her seat.

After a beat, she giggled to herself. "You sure are the luckiest sponsor ever." That made me laugh. I wasn't so sure yet.

-

The show was electric. The man on stage, singing, was a different person entirely. If it weren't for the fact that he made direct eye contact with me several times throughout the night, I would've never believed him to be the same shy, unsure, uncomfortable man he was in group. On stage, he was confident, he was in control, he was the leader, and the crowd, his flock. It was insane to watch, and I would be lying if I hadn't said I felt absolutely mystified at points. I teared up when they played Just Pretend, vehemently singing along. This was not lost on him, and I caught the smirk he got when he saw my glassy-eyed singing. No different than any other fan. That's okay, that's who I was for now.

We were to not be seen or noticed. We were shadows waiting to seamlessly remove him.

Once the set ended, and everyone waited for Motionless in White to come out, moving in and out of their seats toward the bars and bathrooms, Laura and I followed the security guard who had been told to allow us backstage.

I checked my phone a few times, but still had not heard from him. As we made our way to the meet and greet area, we saw the giant line of fans waiting for their band to show up. We slyly waited against a wall behind the line. We blended in.

"Have you heard from him?" I checked my phone again with no results.

"No, but I would bet he has to do meet and greet first. I don't strike him as the type to disappoint fans."

She nodded in agreement, so we waited.

After about twenty minutes, we heard screaming, and looked over to see them come out, waving at everyone waiting in line. I saw his eyes searching. Was he looking for us?

Pulling out my phone, I shot a quick message.

Me: By the trash cans.

He was talking to a girl with his face on her shirt when he slipped his phone from his pocket and his eyes immediately scanned and found mine. The smallest hint of a smile lifted his lips. I saw him turn his back for a moment, and turning back to sign autographs

Noah: Thought I lost you. M&G will be over in 45min. Meet me in the parking lot?

I sent a thumbs up, instructed Laura of our plans, and we began our trek to the car. Once in the car, I sent a quick location pin to him so he could find us. I got a response a few minutes later.

Noah: Just look for the ancient Tahoe. Roger that.

I rolled my eyes, and despite Laura watching her concert videos, she noticed.

"What?" I showed her my phone, and she smiled.

"Well, he's funny, huh?" I nodded.

"An absolute dork." She bit her lip, turning in my seat.

"Leena?" I looked up at her from my phone screen, looking at my own videos.

"Hmm?"

"Do you like him?" I paid little attention to the question.

"Oh sure, he's a nice guy." She put her hand on my shoulder, making me give her my full attention.

"No, Mileena," she pushed my phone down. "do you like him?"

This made me scoff. "Laura, I barely know him!"

"What's to know? He's a singer in a near famous band. He's got the voice of an angel. He's adorable." This made me roll my eyes again.

"I'm his sponsor." She threw her hands up.

"Is it illegal?" I shook my head.

"No, but it's awful and would make me a terrible human. And I work very hard to be a good human."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "I don't believe that, but okay. I respect it." I smiled at her.

"Thank you Laura."

"But I still think you like him."

I was silent in response, not amused by her pushing.

“He has a girlfriend anyway, Laura.”

I watched her eyes nearly bug out of her head. “He does?!”

“Yeah, he told me yesterday.” I could see the disbelief on her face.

“I’ve never heard that. What’s her name?” I sighed, thinking back to our conversation the day before.

“He…didn’t say? Just mentioned he had one, and she didn’t know about AA yet.”

Her lips pursed. “Not buying it.”

This made my eyes widen.

“What?”

“He has a girlfriend but doesn’t even tell you her name? And doesn’t tell her he’s made a life changing decision to get well? I’m not buying.”

I rolled my eyes. “Christ, Laura, you’ve got trust issues.”

She pointed at me. “Facts. But it doesn’t change the fact that I don’t believe it.” She sat back in her seat.

“I’ll just ask him when he gets here, no worries.”

This caused a flood of panic through me. “Please don’t! He’s not the type to talk about personal stuff. He’s actually pretty withdrawn.”

Her blank expression was telling. “Noah? Noah Sebastian? The guy who just went absolutely insane on that stage? Is withdrawn? Mhm, sure.”

I sat back in my chair and groaned.

“Please? That’s his personal business.”

She nodded. “Fine, but you should ask him.”

I didn’t respond, attention now on the text I had from him saying he was headed our way. I started the car, ready for a quick getaway.

After about ten minutes, I saw his tall frame in the doorway of the elevator, jogging over to the car. I snuck a glance at Laura, who looked as though she may absolutely burst.

“Here comes the rockstar.” She let out in a sing-song voice.

The back left door opened, and he slid inside the seat quickly, buckling his seatbelt and running his fingers through his long, and now greasy, hair.

“Hey!” My voice was about three pitches higher for truly no reason at all. This was not lost on my best friend, whose eyes I saw flash over to be before turning around and looking at Noah, eyes absolutely bulging.

“Jesus, it’s like trying to escape a wild pack of hyenas!” He sat back and sighed heavily as my truck backed out of the space and began moving down the aisle. “I mean the guys, not the fans.”

I looked up in my rearview. “Did you do like we talked about?”

“Yes. Made sure to gag as loudly as possible and everything.” I could see the smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.

He turned his attention to Laura, holding out his hand. “I’m so rude, I’m sorry.” She took his hand, looking absolutely stunned. “I’m Noah.”

All I heard from her was a weak ‘Laura’ in response.

Once we hit the darkened streets, putting the venue behind us, the tension in the truck relaxed.

I looked up in my mirror again, catching Noah’s attention.

“Do you mind if I drop Laura home first? She’s got to get up early for work tomorrow and her house isn’t very far.”

He smiled. “Of course. I’m all the way in Calabasas, so no worries at all.”

I just nodded. The ride was smooth for a moment, until I heard the familiar ring of an iPhone. It was Noah’s.

“Hello?” I couldn’t hear the voice from the other end. “Hey babe.”

Laura’s face whipped over to me, I’m sure seeing my expression darken ever so slightly.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. I’m not sure what happened, but I started feeling off before the set and by the end, I was throwing up.” He waited for the response. “No, uh…” he hesitated. “I actually haven’t drank at all today.”

Something in my chest swelled. I was such a proud sponsor. He was making an effort, and all I could do was appreciate it.

He nervously laughed. “Yeah, right? Shocking, I know.”

I could hear his tone. It broke my heart for him. I knew that conversation, I had many myself. When people don’t believe you haven’t been drinking, or are shocked to hear it. They’ll even go so far as to get angry at you for quitting. It’s a long, torturous road he’s set down, but hopefully with the right support, he will stay on track.

“Well I just caught an Uber, and I’m going to go home and pass out. Try to get over it.”

I made a conscious effort not to look at him, doing my best to respect his privacy. I could see Laura doing the same, scrolling through her phone.

“Yeah, uh, maybe we should wait until Monday? Make sure I’m not contagious, and all that?” His voice almost sounded brightened, but I was likely imagining things.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But do you want to catch this crap?” He made a sound of approval. “Thought so. I’m almost home so I’ll talk to you later babe.” He wasn’t, but okay. “Mhm, I love you too.” Slight poke to the abdomen. Nothing to worry about. “Bye.”

My hands relaxed slightly on the wheel. No one spoke for a little while. I could see his eyes just watching the streetlights fly past the window. He almost looked sad, but I couldn’t piece together why exactly. I could guess, however, that this is harder than he initially anticipated. It always is.

Laura shared my concern, so she spoke up.

“The show tonight was awesome, Noah! Better than the one back in November!”

This sure perked him, making him sit up in his seat. “Yeah? Thank you for saying that.”

“Oh fuck yeah, dude! Watching you guys play is spiritual, honestly.” This made him crack a wide grin.

I felt a poke on my shoulder, causing me to look up.

“What’d you think Leena? How was your first Bad Omens show?” I could see him searching for my answer, but he’s not the only one who could be a smartass.

I waved my hand in a topsy-turvy fashion. “It was alright.”

“Oh shut the fuck up, you cried during Just Pretend.” Laura was triumphantly smiling.

She’s so dead.

My cheeks were getting warmer, and I instinctively cracked my window. When did it get so hot in here?

Noah let out a giggle, an actual fucking giggle. “I thought I saw that.”

“Dude, how can you see anything up there? Fire? Smoke? Lights?”

He shook his head dismissively and flopped back in his seat. “Please. I can see anything if I’m looking for it.”

His words rang out followed by silence. Laura’s face was deadpanned.

What the fuck does that mean? In a literal sense, I get what he meant but wow, what an innuendo to make. Unintentionally, I’m sure.

The context wasn’t lost on Noah, who only cleared his throat, not speaking another word.

Luckily, we were already cruising down Laura’s street, stopping in front of her driveway.

“Welp, this is my stop.” She turned to look in the backseat. “Thank you so much for the concert. It really was awesome.”

This earned her a grateful head nod from him. “Anytime.”

She wouldn’t be forgetting that.

“I love you babes, call me tomorrow?” She wrapped an arm around me while I agreed to her request. She hopped out of the car and within seconds, she was gone.

“You want to stay back there, or hop up front?”

Without answering, a long leg reached over my console, plopping Noah in the passenger’s seat. I stared at him incredulously while he beamed at me.

I shook my head and put the truck back in drive, waiting for him to direct me to his house.

[ghostlylittlemoths]

Actress!Ellie x Actress!Reader

After postponing this ff for school and work im finally going to finish it CW: established realtionship, fluff, kissing, language, lesbians, use of Y/N(sorry), (FAKE blood), slightly possessive Ellie if you squint(filmed and irl), suggestive at the end(I couldn't make up new names so yall act with your own names) (I made up a few scenes that didn't happen in the game)I have not seen the show only played the game.

Characters: You, Ellie, Dina, Jesse, Joel, Jacob (random person you get in a fight with)

Your pov

I woke up at about 6:30am to take a shower and make breakfast before Ellies wakes up at 8:30. And leave by 9:30. But today I feel like making breakfast with her and dont want to wait until 8:30 for her to wake up.

2nd pov

The time is 7:30am, Walking up to the bed after taking your shower, you stand above Ellies sleeping figure. 'She looks so pretty when she's asleep' you thought as you watched her chest move up and down from her breathing. Ellie started to stir from her sleep.

"What are you doing?" Ellie asked in a groggy voice from just waking up. Being so lost in thought you didn't realize that she woke up and that you were just staring at her.

"Sorry, didn't realize I was staring." You said as you leaned down to lay on her and hug. You felt her arms wrap around you as she pulled you to the side of her body as she curled up in your arms and nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

"Its okay, you were staring pretty hard. What were you thinking about?" Ellie asked as she pulled away from your neck to look at you. That didn't last long and her eyes started to close again.

"Thinking about whether or not I wanted to wake you up so we could make breakfast together before we leave." You said as you leaned down to press a kiss on the corner of her lips. At the sound of the word 'food' she perked up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"That's all you had to say love." She said as she pulled away from you and got out of the bed. She didn't care to much about how she looked when she first woke up. Her hair was all over the place, she wasn't wearing pant or a shirt and her boxers were riding up her thighs from her moving at night.

She shot you a wink as she felt you staring again and pulled up a pair of shorts to wear and walked out of the room. "Come on lets make breakfast." She said as she walked down the hallway and into the kitchen.

After making and eating breakfast it was 8:30. Ellie ran to the bathroom to take her shower and change in to fresh clothes as you cleaned up the little mess you made while making breakfast. At 9 you were done with the dishes and heard the bathroom door open and Ellie walk out and into your shared bedroom. After about 5 minutes she walked out all dressed in a pair of jeans and her grey hoodie. The hoodie that she stole from you.

After putting your shoes on and grabbing your keys, you two were out the door by 9:10 and had to be at set by 9:45. You got to choose what music you listened to this time cause Ellie got to choose last time.

You sang softly to yourself as you turned the corner to enter the parking lot. Getting out of the car you and Ellie walked onto set and met up with Joel. Today you were filming the beginning of The last of us season 2.

That means MEETING NEW PEOPLE!

'Yay... new people' you thought sarcastically to yourself as Joel said that there would be new after and actresses working with you. You could already see one and he was walking up to you a little to quickly.

"Hi I'm Jesse and I play well... uh...Jesse." He said as he held his hand out to shake yours. Wanting to make a good first impression you smiled and shook his hand and introduced yourself.

"Well hi Jesse I'm (y/n) and I play (y/n). Wish we could talk more but I have to go sorry." You said as you walked away, hoping you didn't come off as rude or in a rush to stop talking. You would think that being an actress would help you talk to people but no, it did not.

You walked over to Ellie to see her talking to a gorgeous woman. "Yeah and then- OH there you are. Dina this is my girlfriend (y/n) and (y/n) this is Dina." Ellie said as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder and kissed your lips. You pulled away from the kiss and smiled at Dina.

"So you're the lucky lady I've been hearing about for the past 5 minutes." Dina said as she held out her hand for you to shake. Nodding sheepishly you shook her hand and then checked the time.

"Oh shit we have to get going. We have to be on set soon. Sorry to cut this conversation short Dina." You said as you let go of both Dina and Ellie.

When your makeup and hair was done you entered the actual set. You heard the director yell action and you got into the acting mentality. Your scene opened with you walking out of your house you shared with Joel and Ellie.

Filmed pov

You walked out of your house into the cold air of Jackson, Wyoming. 'Its already been 4 years since we arrived.' You thought to yourself as you walked down to the Tipsy Bison to meet up with Jesse. Jesse was the first friend you made when you arrived with Joel and Ellie those 4 years ago. At first you didn't trust him because ellie always told you not to trust anyone but it didn't take you long to trust Jesse. He was just to nice and was barely threatening.

You walked into the Tipsy Bison and immediately saw Jesse who stood up from a table and started waving at you, signaling you to come over. You saw 2 heads sitting in front of him whom you could only guess as Dina and Ellie. You walked up to the table and gave Jesse a hug. You could feel Ellies eyes boring into the back of you head as you did so. Almost as if she didn't want Jesse touching you.

"Im gonna go get us something to drink I'll be right back." You said as you tried to shake Ellies almost possessive gaze off of you. You walked over to were you got your drinks from. You told the person working what you wanted and you waited. While waiting you felt a presence behind you. A presence that felt all too familiar. Jacob. He hated you with all of his heart and always looked for an opportunity to corner you and now, was that opportunity.

"Hey, what are you doing here all by yourself? Shouldn't you be with your fucking little bitch of a guard dog?" Jacob said and he stood to the side of you and rubbed his hand on you waist then back. You can feel his gradually sliding lower.

"For someone you hates me so fucking much you sure are touchy with me." You said as you snatched his hand from your body. "You have other things to worry about than me being here. You should be worried about your whore of a girlfriend who is cheating on you with like 7 guy." You said as you finally got your drinks but before you could pick up the last drink you saw Jacob take the drink and throw it in your face. Then smashed the cup on your head. You could feel the warm blood trickle down your face.

You could feel dozens of eyes on you and the feeling of a punch going to your cheek. The punch was so hard it knocked you to the ground and dazed you for a second. Your hand found a cup but before you could throw it at Jacob you heard the director yell CUT

Irl pov

Ellie immediately ran to your side. "Holy shit are you okay babe? That punch looked real." She said as she grabbed your arm to help you up. She moved her free hand to the cheek that got punched and she saw you whince.

"Because it was real. Fuck that really fucking hurt." You said as staff gave you an ice pack. You looked at Ellie to see that she wasn't looking at you but at Jacob. If looks could kill Jacob would be in the deepest pit of hell. It wasn't until she heard a voice speak that she looked back at you.

"Oh shit are you okay?" Jesse asked as he rubbed your shoulder. But before you could answer Ellie did for you.

"Yeah she's fine Jesse." Ellie said as she pulled you away from Jesse's touch, clearly annoyed that he was touching you. She gave him a look that told him to 'fuck off and leave' and he walked away.

She pulled you by the arm out of the Tipsy Bison and into her makeup trailer. She sat you down on the couch and grabbed a makeup wipe to wipe off the fake blood. She looked so concentrated, so serious, so attractive.

"Hey its okay Els." You said softly as you rested your hands on her hips and softly pushed her away. "If you want since we are done with filming today we can go get something to eat and then go home and some fun if you catch my drift." You said as you rubbed your hands on her hips.

"You really think dinner and sex will cheer me up?" She said as she pressed kisses to your neck and jaw. "You would be right but let's do the fun part before dinner." She said as she pushed you back and got on top of you.

I TOLD YOU I WOULD GET IT DONE!! yeah sorry this too so long to do i was really busy and it's hot as fuck. Sorry its not that good im bad at writing endings.

[eonars]

ive tried like 3 times now so i guess im gonna do this in parts

so last thursday i went out with a man id been talking to off An App since before i went on that work trip, the conversation over text wasnt necessarily flowing ever and there were some long pauses while i was away that had me convinced it was joever but he always popped back up and even asked me how things were going and what i was doing. so we meet up the day after i get back and across 3 different bars and 5 drinks we get on like a house on fire. both like the same music (we were both at the same music festival in early august, talked about that a ton obviously) both play the same games (both main death knight and do very high mythic plus keys in wow) and as we get more comfortable with each other we start holding hands and intertwining legs and stuff while sat down. we make all kinds of plans for future concerts to go to together ranging from aura noir in like 2 weeks to him saying he will let me know if he ends up with a spare ticket to sigur ros in november because if he does he'll definitely take me along. we talk about different horror movies to watch together and he lets me yap on nonstop about fish related stuff, which he's actually super knowledgeable about and tells me i sound so lovely when i talk about it and i explain things so well that anyone could understand them and that it's amazing to listen to. he says he's so proud to know someone so intelligent who might actually do something notable for science and put this country on the map for scientific discoveries. we talk about art and he asks me what my favorites are in the national gallery in town and why and we discuss them. i mention i do art and he asks to see and literally can't contain himself when i show him and says i'm amazingly talented. things are going so well and the conversation about music and games and concerts and art and science has not idled or stopped once that when he's like oh shit i have to run for the train i'm like well instead of running we can continue having drinks here and then wait for the trains to start again at mine? and he's super down so we head back to mine and crowd together on my tiny twin bed in my tiny bedroom sized flat and he lets me put on jewels of the rift, the crunchy jpg quality reuploaded ancient natgeo documentary about cichlids i watch on youtube every time im feeling down. i tell him wow i've never been able to convince anyone to watch jewels of the rift with me before and he's like ohh don't worry i'm here now and about 40 minutes into jewels of the rift things get a bit 😏 but i stop things from going tooooo too far and we both have the worst nights sleep ever on a 90cm wide bed as two 6ft+ people who have been drinking heavily. he leaves at 7:30am and hugs me and quietly says it was really nice to meet me and i tell him to text me when he gets in which he doesn't so i text a little bit later asking if he got in ok. he says he only just woke up then and because i know he has work that night i ask how it's going and he just says it's going ok. i reply with a half joking type thing about how i hopefully didn't give him the german engineering university plague and get left on read so on sunday i text asking if he'd be interested in hanging out again sometime and then put my notifications off and go into the woods. i don't realize he replies 5 min later with "I'm a bit busy these coming weeks. But we can probably go to a concert or something sometime if you want :)" which feels really. not good to read. and so i reply back saying i'm definitely going to the aura noir show we talked about in like 10 days so just let me know and get left on read. it's now thursday and i still haven't heard anything and like.

[tamales78]

Series: Teacher!Slenderman X OC!Reader

Chapter 3

Warning: Teacher X Student relationship, College Teacher &Student, Mention & use of drugs, smut 18+, reader is 21, alcohol use

Summary: Amelia is used to being a straight-A student since middle school. Her English teacher Professor Slender grades her an F after finding out she used AI. How will she be able to keep her good grades? And have the English teacher do her favors?

Note: This is a short chapter

*Amelia Harper Submitted Assessment Essay*

Slender clicked on Amelia's submission, excitement blooming knowing her work would be the best of her class period. However, that excitement plummets when the extension shows how she used AI.

"What the hell?" He asks himself dumbfounded that Amelia. Amelia who was his best student would use ai. This was the easiest assessment he had given in the whole school year. He was practically serving the A on a platter.

Not to mention, that Amelia knew very well the moment he saw signs of plagiarizing or AI that it was a big fat 0.

So that was what he did. What surprised him most was how the five kids who came in late turned in their assessments along with the other assessments with zero signs of AI.

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Amelia woke up slamming her alarm clock to get ready early for school. 5: 30Am her phone showed as she got up to take a shower.

While in the shower she hears the very familiar phone ringtone she has for Jane. Groaning and wrapping herself around a towel she goes to her phone and answers Jane's call.

"Jane?" Amelia groans.

"What's with Jeff asking me out and Nina being pissed?!" She shouts obviously confused.

"Remember, how I said E.J. told me Jeffrey was going to ask out some random girl?" Amelia tells her to get a school change.

"Oh my gosh! ME?!" Jane gasps and yells waking up Liu who was asleep next to her.

"Mhm. Nina's pissed at me, Jeff, and you."

"What?! Why?!"

"I'll tell you at our usual table during lunch," Amelia confirms finishing to get changed and adding some lipgloss before heading out the door. As she walked down the hall, she crossed by Liu's door room and laughed at seeing a disheveled Jane come out.

"Busy?" Amelia smirks.

"I-I stayed up late."

"Sure, I bet that's why your shirt is on backward." Amelia giggles handing her friend a hoodie.

"Shit!"

As they stepped out Amelia began telling Jane her encounter with Slender in the coffee stand, and what has been going on class between the both of them.

"Girl!" Jane gasps not believing a grinning Amelia, as they stopped by the same coffee stand Amelia had her encounter with Slender.

"I know, i know. Is it weird?"

"Are you really asking me this? Of course it is!" Jane tells her as they order two iced lattes.

While ordering from the corner of her eye Amelia finds Slender who was stomping angrily. She smiled and waved at him, however, he simply scoffed passing by her.

"What was that?" Jane asked Amelia as she paid the barista.

"I don't know."

"Were you able to finish the essay?"

Amelia nods showing her friend her submission without noticing Slender had graded it.

"ZERO?! HOW AMELIA?!" Jane asked her friend surprising her.

"W-What?!" Amelia gasps looking at the big fat zero with a note.

'I'm not stupid. Just cause I've been friendly with you, it doesn't give you a free ticket to get lazy and use AI.'

"Shit!" Amelia shakes her head finally knowing why Slender scoffed at her.

"S-See you later." She tells Jane as her friend passed her the latte, and watched her run to Slender's class.