#but if i fall asleep with the light on??? ill be waking up again in an hour. just a nap

[naenaex0xx]

If you couldn't tell, no I'm not asleep . ..

[clovermoters]

flights and family - lando norris x wife!reader

summary - after an eventful first half of the season, a trip home is just what you and your family need to reset

warnings - nothing! some mentions of lando being overwhelmed due to the 2024 season, but other than that just fluff & kisses

authors note - haiii heres a josie fic i wrote while i was on a plane a couple months ago, i hope u enjoy <33 im trying to get back into the swing of writing so gimme reqs and ill try and get to them as quick as possible!! lots of love, clove!

apart of the josephine elliot norris chronicals

“babe wake up..” kisses flutter across your face, pulling you out of your peaceful sleep. you open your eyes to see your husband's emerald eyes overtop of you. 

“we gots’ to go! its airport time in t-minus 1 hour“ he whispers, lightly pinching your bicep to spark your body awake. 

“uuuggh what time is it?” you groan, rolling over to grab your phone, 3:46am. your flight boards at 6. You fall back into the duvet, eyes slowly closing as sleep reaches out to pull you under again.

“baby! up! i’ll get josie”  he shouts through whisper, marching around your bedroom in his baby blue sweatpants and matching hoodie. You giggle, throwing the covers over, finally getting out of bed. 

lando speeds down the hall towards your daughter's room, he creaks the door open into the room. dimly lit from the flower nightlight hung on the wall next to the pretty pink letters spelling josephine above the small pink race car bed. his daughter, a recent graduate to the race car bed, was curled up under her blankets sleeping softly. 

lando lifts his daughter into his arms, the 3 year old stirring slightly, whining at the disturbance of her slumber. 

“it’s just daddy,” he shushes, pushing the curls out of her face so he can see his own eyes looking back at him “you ready for the plane baby?” rolling the bright pink suitcase down to the front door where yours and his await along with your carry ons. The quiet babbles of your daughter chatting with him about her dream fill the quiet of the early morning. 

monaco was rarely quiet, the city almost never sleeps. the peaceful blanket of calm reassurance, lando was sure today would go smoothly. 

you just needed to be ready on time. 

he loved you, his wife, the love of his life, mother of his child, number one supporter. 

but my god your punctuality needed some work. 

Just as if you heard his thoughts, you came bustling down the stairs with your bag in hand, sporting your light grey aritzia sweatsuit that Lando bought you as an early anniversary present. 

“okay, i’m ready” you huff, blowing your hair that fell in front of your eyes. lando chuckles at your disheveled-ness while your daughter rests her head on his shoulder, quickly falling back to sleep. 

you melt at the sight, smiling softly “she’ll be okay right?” you ask, it was josie’s first time flying, your husband rubbing her back before nodding 

“Of course she well, she's so zonked she won't even realize we're in the air-” you chuckle “and I booked a jet. we couldn’t be more safe.” he assures you while handing you some suitcases to take to the uber that’s arriving downstairs. 

“as long as we get to the airport on time” he jokes, giving your bum a light pat while you lock the door. You scoff at him playfully, even after being married for four years and having a child, Lando still has his ways to make you giggle like a teenager.  

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making it through the airport was quick, josie had fallen asleep on lando in the car. Making the check in easy when you didn’t have a 3 year old asking every question imaginable. you and lando loved her imagination and curiosity, taking it as a small parenting win when you had the time and energy to answer those questions. 

4:45am, however, is not the time to answer those questions 

security was quiet, perks of flying early and in the middle of the week. the attendants recognized your little family letting you through the fast lane just for some entertainment, in the mist of the night. 

the sun was just making its appearance over the horizon when you took off. Josie was curled up in landos lap, completely passed out. 

“I can't wait to be home in London,” you say softly as you rest your head on your husband's shoulder, your gaze fixed on your little bundle of love whos sleeping in his lap  

Lando hums, eyes fixed on his daughter who’s been subconsciously squeezing his fingers in her rem. 

“yeah, i can’t wait to see my parents” he adds “i made max pick us up so we can surprise them at breakfast” 

one week ago, you and your husband made an impromptu decision to drop everything and take a trip home. You both have been overly stressed and it was taking a toll on the two of you. Lando has been at the fighting front of the championship for months while you have been juggling being a first time mother and handling your own responsibilities at work. 

it all came to a breaking point when lando had broken down after coming home from a tough race weekend. frustrated with the results, the pressure and overall the backlash from outsiders, had him sobbing in your arms the minute he walked through the door. soon after you both came to the realization that you needed some well deserved rest and relaxation during the summer break.  

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“ahh they’re they are!” Max shouts from the car when he spots you two, earning a glare from you, pointing to the girl still sleeping soundly in landos arms. 

“Whoops, sorry!” He sucks in a breath through his teeth. helping you load the bags into the boot while Lando secures Josie in her car seat. You always thought fatherhood was so beautiful on him, you fall in love with him all over again seeing the way he was with josie. only proving to you that this was something he was meant to do. 

The London streets were still quiet, the faded radio music providing a background as you and Lando chatted with Max, catching up while he navigated through the city towards landos childhood home. 

When you arrived, you took Josie in your arms trying to wake her so she could greet her grandparents properly. 

the girl stirred in your arms, mumbling incoherent words into your neck and lando giggling from behind you, watching the girl wake. you always loved watching him with josie, the man adored his daughter. from the moment she was born she had him wrapping around her finger the very second he saw his own eyes staring back at him. 

“hi baby girl wanna go say hi to nana and pop?” he asked, that perked Josie up. The toddler always got excited at the mention of her grandparents. 

“ya i’m gonna giv’ them a biiig hug” she mumbled still half asleep, lifting her head from your shoulder while showing a toothy smile to her father. You and your husband break out into a fit of giggles.  

The sweet smell of eggs, bacon and delicious pastries engulfed the inside of the Norris family home. you and lando feel yourself physically relax at the thought of ciscas home cooked brunch. 

soft music came from the kitchen as the distant voices of landos family traveled throughout the home. Providing a lighthouse to the kitchen, the light at the end of a tunnel that you and lando so desperately were waiting for. 

you place josie down, allowing her to walk ahead of you and lando, the girl running into the kitchen, turning to see the girl, cisca halts her movements, gasping at her granddaughter, who she knew lived in monaco. 

“well what are you doing here missy?” the woman asks, alerting the rest of the Norris family of their unexpected guest. you and lando take that as the signal to turn the corner, smiling ear to ear with your hands interlocked, the shocked faces of the norris family say enough that your surprise was a success 

“surprise!”

The room erupted into cheers from the Norris family, moving to give you all hugs. Josie giggling as her grandma picks her up, attacking her cheeks with kisses. 

You greet landos sisters and parents, squeezing your sister in-laws while Lando hugs his brother and his wife. 

“what brings your three here?” landos father, adam asks while giving his son a hug, flo begins setting three extra place mats on the dining table for you as josie is in a very in depth conversation with her grandma. 

“monaco was getting too much so we wanted to spend some time home before the break ends..” lando explained, simply. pressing a kiss to your temple before moving to hug his mum, you watch as he melts slightly into the embrace, tucking his head inside her neck the same way he does with you. 

Cisca places a kiss on your check when she hugs you “you go settle in upstairs, breakfast will be ready soon, you must be exhausted” 

You both sink into the mattress, letting out a sigh of relief. 

“I am so happy we came,” Lando breathes, rolling over to look at you with that loving smile on his face that gives you butterflies, the morning sun hitting his face just perfectly, casting a gentle glow over his gorgeous features. You smile softly up at him reaching out gently to scratch the light stubble he's grown. 

“I'm so happy we came too my love” 

He lightly pecks your lips before the door bursts open, in walks Josie with Mila hot on her heels. The two cousins hopping on the bed before josie lightly jumps on her fathers stomach, causing lando to let out a quiet “oomf-”

“Nana told us to come get you because brekkie is ready!” Mila said before hopping off the bed and running out the room, Josie tries to wiggle out of landos arms but he squeezes her tighter, placing kisses all over her face. The girl giggling at her father 

“Oh no you don't missy!” he says

 “dada let me go!” she shouts through a string of giggles and squeals. 

You three make your way downstairs, joining your family at the table. The conversation flows effortlessly as you fill your tummy with ciscas delicious spread of food. You and Lando make eye contact from the opposite sides of josie who sat between you two, landos eyes were filled with nothing but love as you smiled softly back at the love of your life, a silent agreement that this trip was just what your family needed. 

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all doneee thank u so much for reading!!

[earlysunshines]

love at your door

minatozaki sana x fem!reader

synopsis: you wake up on the couch to find out that it’s actually not your couch and oh my god why is your hot neighbor sitting across from you watching tv???

warnings: sana is a FLIRT ; reader is a loser ; sana is a losersexual ; pacing is iffy but it’s bc i wanted it to be short ; alcohol ; anything else i didn’t mention ; not proofread so prob spelling errors idk i wrote most on my phone

a/n: based off the time i got drunk and fell asleep in the wrong room… anyways my love for sana will NEVER DIE guess who’s BACK.

you wake up with a groan, face smushed against a cushion that's definitely not yours, and the first thing that hits you—aside from the dull pounding in your head—is the faint sound of a tv playing in the background. 

slowly, you crack your eyes open, blinking against the morning light. you finally realize you’re not in your room, and the couch you're sprawled out on… also not yours.

you sit up too quickly and regret it immediately, head spinning, the room around you momentarily blurred. but then it sharpens, and your heart nearly stops when you spot her. sana, your neighbor—your gorgeous, gorgeous neighbor that you’ve been eyeing since you moved in—sitting across from you on her armchair, completely unbothered with her legs tucked underneath her, eyes fixed on the tv but clearly aware you’re awake now. 

she’s holding a ceramic mug in one hand, and for some reason, that little detail makes everything so much worse.

because—how did you end up here?

you glance down at yourself and, of course, you’re still in your luigi costume from last night. the tight green tank top clings to you under the denim overalls (one strap purposely loose and falling off your shoulder because you’re desperate for attention in these trying times) which you had decided to wear in some ill-fated attempt to look “hot” while still committing to the theme. you had succeeded, at least you think, judging from the compliments you vaguely remember through the drunken haze of the halloween party. but now, under sana’s gaze, you suddenly feel a lot less confident about it.

“jesus christ,” you mutter, rubbing your temples, trying to piece together what happened. “what—”

“morning sleepy,” sana says, finally looking over at you, lips curling into a small, amused smile. “you came stumbling in after the party. i figured it was safer to let you crash here than send you back to your place like that.”

this has to be a nightmare.

her voice is casual, like this isn’t completely mortifying for you. like this isn’t the exact scenario your sleep-deprived, engineering-major brain has dreamed up in countless fleeting moments when you’ve caught glimpses of her in the hallways (well, you figured you’d be in a less embarassing scene) but now it’s real, and your heart is thudding painfully loud in your chest, and you can’t decide if you want to disappear or if you never want to leave.

(the first option might be the smartest)

you clear your throat, pushing down the urge to bury your face in your hands. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t—i didn’t mean to crash here like that. i must’ve been drunk out of my mind i— fuck, nayeon, that bitch… im sorry my friends they’re—“

“don’t worry about it,” she waves off your apology, taking a sip from her mug, her gaze briefly dipping down to your outfit before flicking back to your face. “i never knew luigi could look this good.” she adds, a smirk playing on her face that renders you weak.

you feel heat rise to your face instantly, and you’re pretty sure it’s not just the aftermath of all the alcohol you consumed last night. her words hang in the air, teasing, but there’s something else in her tone that sends a jolt through you. something that makes you suddenly hyper-aware of how exposed you feel, the snug fit of the tank top and the way her eyes had lingered on your exposed skin just for a second.

“uh—” you start, but your voice comes out strained, so you clear your throat again, scrambling for a response. “thank you…?”

she grins at your awkwardness, a soft, almost mischievous smile that only adds to the rising tension in the room. “you’re welcome.”

you force a laugh, trying to ignore the way her gaze makes your skin tingle. “right, well… thanks for, uh, taking care of me. and not letting me do something even more embarrassing.”

“more embarrassing than this?” sana raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your discomfort. she gestures toward your outfit with a nod, and you can’t help but huff a laugh this time, the tension breaking just a little.

“point taken,” you mutter, swinging your legs off the couch to stand, only for a wave of dizziness to hit. sana’s on her feet in a second, steadying you with a hand on your arm, her touch gentle but firm.

“easy,” she murmurs, and you freeze, suddenly way too aware of how close she is. her hand lingers just a second too long, and when she finally lets go, you feel like you can breathe again—but it doesn’t stop your pulse from racing.

her eyes dart down to the base of your neck and the intensity of her gaze is amplified.

“quite a hickey, huh?”

“what?” you had to be drunk drunk. you can’t recall anything about kissing girls, you’re not the type to be like that when under the influence. “that’s— i can’t even remember.”

“had fun, didn’t you?” sana looks back into your eyes, making you shrink despite her smaller frame. you feel sorry, you want to apologize for something you can’t even remember—you have no clue why. she’s just your neighbor. she’s the neighbor down the hall that greeted you kindly when you had moved in to town. the same neighbor that you had to blink multiple times at before realizing she’s not a fairytale princess that’s creeped out of the books.

you glance at the door, needing an escape, even though a very large part of you doesn’t want to leave just yet. but standing in her living room in yesterday’s clothes with your head still buzzing is doing nothing for your nerves.

“i should, uh, probably go,” you say, pointing vaguely toward the door.

sana steps back, giving you space, but her expression shifts into something playful as she watches you. “right. but hey—if you ever need a place to crash again, my couch is always open.”

you blink, not sure if she’s joking or if there’s more to that offer. but before you can overthink it, you nod, mumbling a quick, “thanks, i’ll keep that in mind,” before heading for the door.

and just as you’re about to step out, sana calls after you, her voice teasing, warm. “hey, luigi.”

you pause, turning to look at her.

she leans casually against the doorframe, eyes glinting with that same playfulness, and she gives you a slow, once-over before her lips curve into a smirk. “seriously. never knew luigi could be this hot.”

your heart stutters in your chest, and all you can do is laugh, a nervous, breathless sound, before quickly slipping out the door, your mind buzzing as you head back to your place.

sana always caught your eye, but now… now you’re pretty sure you’re never going to stop thinking about her.

—

the whole day you’re quite literally losing your mind. as soon as you crash onto your bed when you get back home, you cringe at how much of an idiot you are, and at the fact that you accepted every single drink handed to you by nayeon.

and then the next day, you’re still replaying the entire morning in your head—how sana’s words lingered, the way her eyes had flickered over you with that teasing smile. it’s been driving you to distraction all day. you couldn’t focus during class, barely heard a word your professor said, and by the time your last lecture ends, you’ve come to a decision.

you’re going to do something about it.

(you’re undeniably an idiot, but everyone in your circle knows that anyway.)

so after class, you stop by the small flower shop near campus. it’s not something you’d typically do—flowers and chocolate, that’s so cliché, right? but somehow it feels like the right move. sana had caught you completely off guard yesterday, and maybe it’s time you do the same.

you have a small conversation with the florist, who recommends her favorite assortment of tulips. you don’t want to do too much, so you settle with yellow tulips, their petals delicate and bright. simple, but thoughtful (you hope).

next, you pick out a small box of chocolates, nothing fancy but enough to show you’ve put some real thought into this. because somehow, leaving things the way they were feels unfinished.

you can’t possibly just leave it like that, you can’t have the only real memory and meaningful interaction between you and sana consist of you flat out drunk and at a loss for words.

you’re already a loser as it is, and especially when sana is around—whether that’s when you two both end up at the mailbox together, with you losing the ability to speak when she simply smiles and compliments you; and also the simple greetings when you two arrive at around the same time on wednesday’s and thursdays (not that you take note of it—you definitely do). 

when you get home, you scribble out a short note on a small card:

hi sana,  

thanks for letting me crash on your couch yesterday. i’m really, really sorry. 

here’s a little something as a thank you. hope you like tulips.

and chocolate.

– luigi 

you read it over twice, fighting the nervous energy bubbling up inside you. it’s playful, casual, but maybe—hopefully—it’ll make her smile. you take the flowers, chocolates, and the note, placing everything neatly in a small brown paper bag before heading down the hall.

when you reach her doorstep, your heart is pounding. you place the bag gently on the ground, adjusting the flowers one last time so they look perfect. then, you take a deep breath and knock, firm but quick, before spinning on your heel and rushing back to your own place.

you barely make it through the door before the nerves fully hit. your heart races, and you lean back against the door, letting out a heavy breath. what if she doesn’t like it? what if it’s too much?

but before your thoughts spiral too far, you hear the faint sound of her door opening down the hall, followed by the quiet shuffle of her picking up the bag.

there’s silence for a bit before you hear the door close again, earning a sigh of relief.

if your friends were to find out literally everything that had happened in the span of less than forty-eight hours, they’d tease you until you had to move out again.

—

the next night, you’re at your desk, buried in the engineering assignment youve been given that same day. something about fluid dynamics, a dense problem set that has you scribbling equations and checking graphs on your laptop. it’s not exactly easy to focus—your mind keeps wandering back to sana, the flowers, the chocolates, and really just everything about her. every time you think about her, a small smile tugs at your lips, despite the headache that’s building from the workload.

then, out of nowhere, you hear a knock at the door.

you blink, glancing at the clock. you’re not expecting anyone, and for a second, you wonder if you imagined it. but when the knock repeats, you push your chair back, setting aside your notes. still a little distracted by the assignment, you take your time getting up, stretching briefly before finally heading to the door.

when you open it, there’s no one there. just silence, the hallway empty. but as you glance down, you spot something on the floor—a folded piece of paper. your heart skips a beat, and you can’t help but grin as you bend down to pick it up, already knowing who it’s from.

you unfold the note, and sana’s handwriting greets you:

so, you’re kinda cute even in that luigi costume—i couldn’t stop thinking about you

(i think you’re cute in uniform and not) 

though i have to ask—what’s with the hickey? did luigi have a little too much fun?  ;)

anyway, i liked the flowers. i liked the chocolates too. 

but i think i like the person giving them more.

you should come over in five minutes if you’re not too shy. i mean, you weren’t that shy the other night ;)  

– sana <3

your face heats up instantly as you read the hickey line, hand instinctively reaching to touch your neck. there’s no way, right? you don’t remember—

then it hits you. fuck. it wasn’t a hickey. nayeon had bullied you about how you ran into something that night at her party, some broom? wall? maybe momo elbowed you? or something. you’re not the type to just fuck random girls, not when you’re loyal to your neighbor that you utter maybe three sentences a week to if you’re lucky. but the thought of what had happened that night isn’t even important because now your mind’s racing, thinking about how sana’s teasing you. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you all giddy and nervous.

you reread the note, feeling that familiar nervous excitement grow. come over in five minutes if you’re not too shy. your pulse picks up. there’s no way you’re saying no to that.

without bothering to change out of your hoodie and sweats, you grab your keys, locking the door behind you as you head down the hall. your heart’s still racing, and your mind’s swirling with a mix of nerves and anticipation as you stop in front of sana’s door.

when she opens it, she’s standing there with that same playful smirk—sultry, seductive, and somehow so cute at the same time. her eyes gleam like she already knows exactly what’s going through your mind. 

"took you long enough," she says, stepping aside to let you in, her voice warm, teasing. "for a second, i thought you’d be too shy to show up."

you huff a laugh, shaking your head as you walk inside, glancing around her apartment again. “i’m– i’m not.” it sounds unconvincing, but the woman in front of you thinks it’s adorable.

she quirks a brow, then smiles at that, closing the door behind you. "good to know." she says, handing you a small glass of wine and suddenly everything is a little bit too intimate. 

the two of you end up sitting on her couch, the tv still softly playing in the background like it had been the other morning. the conversation flows easily—there’s that natural comfort between you now, even with the teasing tension that lingers under the surface.

she talks about herself and you talk about yourself too, piquing both your interests. small talk grows into something bigger and you two enjoy the newfound information you’re both learning about each other. you’re breaking the ice, maybe easing into the cold waters in comparison to splashing into it.

“so, about that hickey,” she says, leaning back into the couch, her grin widening as she glances pointedly at your neck. her leg crosses over the other and she holds the glass in her hand near her lips, a small smirk tugging at one corner. “i’m just saying, it looks a little suspicious.”

you roll your eyes, your face heating up again. “it’s not a hickey. i swear.”

“uh-huh,” she teases, clearly not letting it go. “sure it’s not.”

“apparently i hit a broom or wall—something like that.” you shake your head, laughing lightly, but there’s an undeniable pull between you two. 

the way she looks at you, the way her smile lingers a little too long, and the way her knee brushes against yours every now and then—you have to hold yourself back from saying and doing a lot of things. it’s in the way her voice lowers when she speaks, soft and reeling.

you spend the next hour just talking, laughing, sharing random stories about classes, her teasing you about your engineering homework, and you teasing her back about her terrible taste in tv shows. every time she smiles or laughs, it feels like a small victory, something you want to keep chasing. and every time you speak her eyes are in deep contact with yours, spiking your heartrate without fail.

eventually, the conversation lulls, and there’s a moment of quiet where she looks at you, her eyes softening just slightly. “you know,” she murmurs, “i’m really glad you came over. this… was nice.”

“yeah,” you say, smiling back, your heart racing in your chest. “it was.”

“i always thought you were really cute,” she says before sipping on her white wine, “but i’m not a chaser.”

“is that right?”

“unless you count me responding to your apology, then yes.”

you laugh, setting the empty glass down. 

“well,” you begin, biting your lip. “i like to pursue.”

“quite forward isn’t it?”

“you invited me over for wine, it doesn’t get more forward than what you’ve brought to the table.”

“is that so?” sana hums, tilting her head. she bites the inside of her lip, looking at you with narrowed eyes. “i think it can get more forward.”

your breath hitches in the slightest and you can tell sana’s noticed when she lets out that signature chuckle. 

“well, i think it’s time to end the night. you were working on assignments prior, no?” you frown at the suggestion.

“i— yeah, you’re right.” 

there’s a knowing smile on her lips, but you ignore it and stand up with her as she walks you to her door. 

“i had a great time pretty girl,” she puts her hand on your forearm while saying it, her touch burning your skin. “hopefully we can be much more forward next time.”

you laugh. “i like the sound of that.”

“mhm, goodnight.” she says, grinning at you before meekly closing her door.

you purse your lips before walking down the hall and reaching your door. your hand lingers on the doorknob before you turn it and head in, feeling a sense of regret.

…

sana hears a knock at her door ten minutes later, turning off the sink and drying her hands before walking over to see what’s up. 

the moment the door opens and sana sees you standing there, the look on her face is priceless.

“what—” she starts, raising an eyebrow, clearly confused, but before she can finish, you step forward, your hand reaching out to grab her forearm gently. you pull her just a little closer, your heart pounding as you look at her.

“i want to be more forward,” you admit, voice low, the question hanging in the space between you.

for a second, she just stares at you, wide-eyed, before a soft laugh escapes her. she gets it now. “oh, we’re moving pretty fast, aren’t we?” she teases, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “take me out to dinner.”

you grin, and she hesitates for a beat, but then she nods, and it’s enough—enough to send your pulse racing, enough for you to lean in. before you can close the distance, though, her hand comes up, fingers lightly brushing the base of your neck, and you feel her shiver as she touches you.

“you say that like,” you pause, observing the surprise and allure in her features. “like you didn’t eye-fuck me the other night.”

her cheeks flush as her fingers linger on your skin, and you catch the way she bites her lip, trying to hide her own smile. you don’t wait any longer.

you lean in and meet her lips with yours, melting into it just as she does. 

it starts soft, just a gentle press of your lips against hers, but it quickly deepens as sana lets out a quiet, surprised sound that turns into something more—something she’s clearly enjoying a little too much. her hand moves to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer, and the way she kisses you back sends a thrill through you.

before you know it, she’s dragging you inside, one hand still tangled in your hair, the other guiding you back toward the couch. the door closes behind you, but you barely notice, too focused on the way her lips move against yours.

when you finally pull back for air, she’s breathless, grinning like she’s just won something. “you should’ve been this forward earlier,” she teases, her thumb brushing against the side of your neck.

“yeah?” you ask, a little breathless yourself, but you can’t stop smiling.

“yeah,” she murmurs, eyes flickering down to your lips before she leans in again, kissing you slower this time, savoring it. sana is a great kisser, the type of kisser that leaves you wanting more and more. after a moment, she pulls back, just enough to whisper, “maybe you should stay a little longer.”

you can’t help but laugh softly. “you sure you can handle that?”

“please,” she says, eyes twinkling with that familiar mischievous look. “you weren’t that shy the other night.”

“well i was drunk and—“

before you can even finish your response, she’s kissing you again, and this time, you’re more than happy to let her pull you even closer.

[propertyofwicked]

CROSS MY HEART - LN

warnings - smut!! MDNI!! soft!lando x restless!reader, sleepy sex, unprotected (stay safe yall), little bit of cockwarming ?

little one shot for a tired reader who just needs a bit of late night lovin <3

based on -> cross my heart by artemas

masterlist

she truly didn’t mean to start anything, y/n was simply trying to get comfortable. she was restless, the clock on the bedside table displaying 3:00 in bright red lighting mocking her. lando laid behind her, his arm laying haphazardly over her waist, holding her close to him, the other stretched above her head.

lando’s heavy breathing faltered for a moment, as she tossed and turned again, his eyes squeezing tight before squinting open to look at her. she was now laid on her back, staring up at the ceiling, lando’s arm still thrown over her as he moved to squeeze at her hip.

“hey,” he whispered, trying not to let his slumber leave him fully.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you,” she apologised, whispering back at him.

“why are you still up?” he asked, ignoring her apology.

“can’t sleep,” she said, turning her head to look at him.

his eyes were still half closed, struggling to open with the weight of his fatigue. his hair was messy, matted down slightly from where he rested his head, a stray curl resting on his forehead.

“come ‘ere,” he mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to her exposed shoulder before pulling at her hip, guiding her to shuffle back into his embrace. she felt his soft breaths blowing on her hair, trailing down the back of her neck, tingles shooting down her spine as she rolled further into his arms. her body moulded into his as though they were made for each other, each curve of her back fitted perfectly with his chest. her legs bent upwards, resting above his, feeling the dull warmth of his thighs spread to hers.

his hand resting on her hip, fingers drawing circles on her thigh, twisting the fabric of her shorts as he did.

“what’s wrong?” he asked again, sensing there was more to her restlessness.

“nothing,” she said with a sigh, “well, i don’t think there’s anything wrong.”

“the girl who sleeps anywhere anytime can’t fall asleep - never thought i’d see the day,” he joked, laughing lightly, his chest shaking lightly on her back as he did.

“maybe ive slept too much and now im doomed to an eternity of sleepless nights,” she replied, leading lando to laugh lightly again.

“right,” he started, “shut your eyes for me, focus on steady breathing.”

she nodded at him, hoping that lando could feel her response, as his eyes had shut again, his head rolling forwards to rest his forehead on her shoulder.

and so, y/n laid there silently for minutes, eyes closed. she’d just about given up counting sheep, trying to recall a long journey, even focusing on numbing her entire body head to toe - nothing was working. finally, she decided that shuffling backwards, further into her boyfriends embrace might help, maybe the white noise of his heavy breathing, or the warmth of his chest on her back would lull her into the deep sleep she needed.

her hips rolled back first, pushing into lando’s crotch as she did, her back moving to arch into his chest. but before she could get comfortable, the grip on her waist tightened, a small grunt escaping lando’s mouth as he held her impossible close to him.

“if you wanted me that bad, you should’ve just said,” he mumbled in her ear again, his hips jutting forwards slightly.

“i didn’t mean to,” she whined in defence, before considering the situation, “but since you mentioned it, and since i can feel a little problem forming…”

“little?” he gasped jokingly, “you’ve never complained about the size of it before.”

“ill think you’ll find i have,” she replied, her hips absentmindedly grinding down on his growing bulge as she spoke, “do you not remember the jaw pain i had after i suc-”

she was interrupted by his hand landing firmly over her mouth.

“don’t finish that sentence if you don’t want this to escalate,” he warned.

“and what if i want it to?” she teased, “might help to tire me out?”

“well in that case, i guess im obliged to help,” he sighed, jokingly conceding as his fingers tugged at the waistband of her shorts. her hand reached down to grab his, halting his movements slightly, she could feel his face contort in confusion from where it still rested on her skin.

“just pull them to the side,” she told him, “im too tired to take my clothes off.”

he laughed at her honesty, never one to complain about being lazy with his girl, especially when he himself was too exhausted to put his full effort into sex right now.

“yeah?” he asked her, needing reassurance before she nodded, mumbling a quick “please”.

lando’s hands reached around to y/n’s front, pulling her shorts to the side, running his rough fingers through her folds. his head near shot up in shock, pushing himself up slightly to look down at the woman below him, fingers still working through her heat, circling her clit.

“how are you already that wet?” he asked her, chuckling lightly as the moon’s soft glow illuminated the flush rising her cheeks, “all i did was press my cock into your ass and you’re dripping?”

“ok?” she replied, feigning offence, “all i did was push my hips into your cock and you got hard? you know, lan, most men wouldn’t complain when their girlfriends find them attractive,” she joked, exposing his hypocrisy with a giggle.

“this wet, though? all for me?” he asked again, though his voice no longer held it’s playful tone, it became almost possessive, proud of his effect on her.

“all for you,” she choked out, stuttering as his fingers circled her entrance, his thumb moving to continue his assault on her clit. he pushed into her, fingers curling in as he did.

“please lan,” she begged him, panting as he did. any other time, she’d be embarrassed how quickly she was falling apart for him, but right now she couldn’t think about anything but being full with him.

“please, what, angel?” he asked, smirking at her submission, “words, baby.”

“need you now,” she whined, rolling her hips to deepen his fingers, intensifying the pressure of his thumb on her heat.

“patience, angel. gettin’ you ready for me,” he grunted, hips still jutting sporadically into her every time she moaned out for him.

“i’m ready,” she argued, “i can take it.”

“you sure?” he teased, though his hand slipped away from her, pushing her shorts to the side again and tugging his boxers down to free himself. lando tugged at his length a few times, spreading precum down the shaft before lining himself up with her entrance. he felt her lean forwards slightly, moving her leg to raise it over his, opening herself up to him.

he pushed in slowly, feeling her walls stretch around his cock as she moaned out at the intrusion, soon feeling the cotton of her shorts brushing against the skin at the base of his pelvis. her hand reached back, gripping at his arm to stop his movements.

“need a moment,” she whined.

“who’s little now?” he joked, careful to keep himself still inside her, “’i’m ready, i can take it,’“ he mocked.

“shut up or i’m leaving,” she warned, grinding down on him as she grew used to the feeling of being full.

“sure you will,” he gloated, hand moving back down to her clit, pinching at it lightly as his hips began to thrust into her at a gentle pace. she couldn’t argue back if she tried, his warmth engulfing her as he held her close, strings of curses tumbling from her mouth with every thrust.

“love having you so close to me,” he grunted, his teeth nipping at the skin on her shoulder lightly, “so full of me. feel so good, wrapped around my cock like this.”

his pace remained gentle - his thrusts deep inside her, the tip of his cock hitting the spot that had her purring for him. the feeling of lando’s hands on her, gripping at her thigh, holding her open for him to slide in and out of her. his chest pressed up against her back, a light sweat coating his skin.

it was no surprise she reached her climax so quickly, overwhelmed at the feeling of him thrusting deep inside her, his body surrounding her every senses, soft grunts that travelled through her ears and straight to her heat - he was like a drug she could never quit. she came hard and fast, body shaking around his cock as her body grew limp. lando followed soon after, his strong grip holding her body still for him to use however he pleased.

his hips moved to pull back, to slip out of her slowly but her exhausted whines stopped his movements.

“leave it in,” she mumbled, face pressed into the pillow.

“what?” he asked, trying to disguise the mixture of shock and excitement he felt at the prospect of being so close to her.

“you heard me, lan. leave it in. want to feel full,” she replied, a small smile rising on lando’s face at her tired desperation, as she shuffled back into his warm embrace once again. his arms tightened around her again, her laboured breathing lulling them both into a deep sleep.

[starz4ieee]

𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

includes: smut, showering together, sleepy matt, cabin with the triplets, some fluff

the cabin is gorgeous.

its a two story cabin with windows facing out to the forest and a lake just down the wooden pathway outside the house.

after all of us unpack and settle into our room, matt and i in the biggest, matt lays on my chest as the exhaustion from the drive takes over his body.

it was only 6pm, so we had an hour or so until sunset.

“whats the plan for tonight?” i wonder and he groans “chris wants to have a campfire, so i think we’re gonna do that and then just head to bed and set up the deck tomorrow”

i run my fingers through his hair, his eyes flutter open and closed while he holds onto me “can we take a nap?” he asks and i laugh “then we wont be able to sleep tonight” he groans and sits up so that his face is infront of mine, he hovers his head by my neck, his mouth grazing my ear

“dont worry, ill tire you out” he says kissing my neck, my eyes shut embracing the sensation coursing through my body but then he suddenly stops

“but not right now” he rests his head on my chest and i give the top of his head a soft flick before letting him drift asleep.

an hour passes and im scrolling through my phone while its at the lowest volume so it doesn’t wake matt up when suddenly the door is being knocked open “WOOO” chris comes storming in.

matt groans and i wince knowing he’s gonna be grumpy “uh oh” chris says, realizing that he had woken matt up “chris” matt says, sitting up slightly and rubbing his eyes “im gonna fucking kill you” chris’s eyes widen “i didn’t know you were sleeping” chris tries to explain “thats why you knock, dumbass”

“yeah yeah, the sun starting to set, nick wants to have the fire now” i nod and matt stays silent, still tired.

“we’ll be out in a few” and chris nods before skipping out of our room and closing the door behind him.

i look down at matt and kiss his forehead, he groans “let’s get changed” i tell him and he agrees.

we all sit by the fire, matt and i changed into hoodies and sweatpants and brought a blanket out that was wrapped around us.

matt put together a smores and held it out for me and i opened my mouth to take a bite but he quickly moved it away from me, he laughed at the unimpressed look on my face “ok ok sorry” he said bringing back to my mouth, i once again go to take a bite and he pulls it away again “matt!” i try to say sturnly but a laugh escapes, i grab his hand and i bring it forward so i can take a bite, and he laughs and wraps his arm around me while i chew the small sweet sandwich that he hands me after im done.

we all sit and laugh around the fire and in a blink of an eye two hours pass. i feel matts head fall on my shoulder as he continues to lazily talk to his brothers.

“are you ready to head in?” i whisper in his ear and he nods immediately, we both stand up and say goodnight to nick and chris as they stay indulged in their conversation.

we make it inside and into our room, i yawn and i throw the blanket onto the floor knowing ill want to wash it tomorrow “i wanna shower” matt and i say at the same time and we laugh, he walks towards the bathroom and motions for me to follow “cmon” i giggle and i follow him into the bathroom, closing the door behind us.

matts hands run over my water soaked body as he rubs the body wash into my skin, he starts at my legs, up my hips, waist and onto my shoulder, his hands find my face and he kisses me, deeply, pulling me so that im fully against him.

after we both wash off, we hop out and dry off, matt wraps his towl around his waist and i put mine on the hanger and i walk over to the bed, laying down fully naked.

matt walks over and locks the door and flicks off the lights.

he drops his towel and gets on the bed to hover over me, he kisses me again and down my neck “are you sure you’re not to tired?” i ask him “im a man of my word sweetheart, and i really wanna piss of chris for waking me up” a giggle escapes my mouth but it quickly turns into a moan as he kisses me neck while his cock pushes slightly between my folds.

my heart patters and i resist the urge to clamp my legs closed, i continues to kiss down my chest while he lines his cock up with my entrance, thrusting rough into me, i moan out and i feel his lips quiver as his lips make contact with my nipple, he sucks and nibbles on them while he takes turns making sure each is getting the same amount of attention while he pounds into me.

i feel a coil in my stomach and the way his thrusts become lazier i know hes close.

he releases my nipple and makes his way up to my ear, “i wanna hear you scream” he says as he thrusts up and hits that special spot, my hand quickly covers my mouth to not let that scream escape “ i don’t want them to hear” i moan softly “cmon baby” he says in a pleading tone, i nod my head and he pulls me from under my thighs so that my legs are wrapped around him.

he sits in his knees and he pounds into that spot that makes me see stars, i feel as i start to come undone “matt” i whine “come for me baby” the sound of our skin slapping fills the room and i let out a scream as i feel my pussy gush around his cock.

he quickly finishes after me, and i let him use me to ride out his orgasm, the overstimulation driving me wild.

were both softly panting and a thin layer of sweat covers his forehead.

he pulls out and lays down next to me, pulling me into his chest and i nuzzle into his warm body “did i tire you out?” he jokes and i roll my eyes before letting out a soft “mhm” he kiss me forehead “they’re gonna kill me tomorrow” he sighed “warned ya” i chuckle.

[corpsedogs]

✿ warmest of colds (req)

jason todd x f!reader

( ♡ jason lets you bother him since you can’t sleep )

You and Jason had just gotten into bed, the covers were pulled over your chest and the lights were out, the only light visible was the city lights outside and the dim moonlight.

You weren’t sleepy yet for some apparent reason, your sleep schedule kind of got mixed when Jason started coming over more and more. Not that you didn’t mind waking up late, but you tend to get bored when you can’t sleep.

You shifted to face his side, your bed was placed beside the wall and you’ve always wondered why he always stays on that part of the bed. You’ve once tried and claim that spot but he’d always find a way to lay down on his spot.

“You’re always next to the wall whenever you sleep.” you said, you can kind of see his eyes open as they darted towards you. “Yep.” he replied before closing his eyes again.

You placed your hands beneath your cheek, pillowing it to get comfortable. “But, the wall is cold.” Jason crosses his arms, “Well, if I stay on the other side you’re just going to kick and squish me.” you pouted, letting out a scoff.

“I’d never.” You replied as you pretended to be hurt by his words. Jason can’t help but ponder, why does it matter to you what side of the bed he takes?

He then faced towards you, raising his brow “Really now?” he says, “You have more benefits anyway, the other side makes it easier to get out of bed.” well, that was true.

You gave up bothering him as you stared back at the ceiling. Your eyes trailed at the light bulb as you stared at it for a bit, what a nice shade of grey… yeah, this won’t help you sleep at all. You tossed and turned while Jason didn’t seem to budge at all.

You then had an idea and faced him again, “Can I hold your face?” he did not oblige and moved towards you, you then cupped both of his cheeks as he furrows his brows, “Your hands are freezing, how the hell are you this cold?” you only smiled in the dark light, “Maybe I’m a snowman.”

You could feel him scoff at your corny remark, “Give me your hands.” he said. He took your hands between his and began rubbing it. “How are your hands warm?” you asked but Jason only shrugged, “No idea.”

His heat melted in your skin as you relaxed at his touch, you’ve always been aware that his hands were always warm, even at winter. You stayed silent as you watched him do his magic, “Well?” he calls out, snapping you out on your blank stare “I like it, it feels real nice.”

“Then move closer.” Jason wrapped his arm around your body and pulled you close. He noticed the blankets were on the edge of your hips and pulled them back. You sighed as buried your face in his shoulder blade, “You stopped paying attention to my hands.”

“You’ve warmed up, plus I only have two hands.” He said, patting your back. “And I need one to hold you.” You complained again, “But it’s not the same. I want something warm.”

Jason sighs, “Here.” he took your hands and slid them under his shirt, placing your cold hands on his waist. “Ohh, this is better.” you said.

He hummed at you as he continued to hug you, rubbing his warm hands on your back as he felt you relax in his embrace. He planted a kiss on your forehead, “Tired?” he asked. You only hummed, “No, actually.”

Jason yawned, “Are you sure? It’s still late for you, isn’t it?” He buried his face on your neck, his lips grazing your skin gently.

You shook your head, “You messed up my sleep schedule a bit.” you said as you started to yawn as well. “You say so but now your eyes are drooping down, you’re gonna fall asleep any second now.” as he said that your eyes suddenly opened, “I was just resting my eyes.”

“Mm, sure.” he says as he planted a kiss on your chin “Go to sleep.”

Finally giving in, you then closed your eyes and went off to dream land.

🍓 i love making this one, i swear ill write longer fics soon. please reblog or comment it helps a lot.

[ozuuoou]

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Itoshi Rin x Reader

Post argument fluff

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"Why are you so clingy? Get lost, disappear for all I care."

Those were the last words you heard before your fiancé walked out of your shared home, heading to who knows where.

⋆.˚˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹ ࣪ ˖

Hearing those sharp words made you feel as if your heart was stabbed a million times. As a result, you chose to sleep on the couch.

As you lay on the couch, engulfed by the dim light of the living room, you couldn't stop the tears from bursting right through your eyes. The scene replaying over and over again made it hurt more than it already did.

To avoid thinking about it more, a decision was made: to sleep. Just as you were about to close your eyes, you hear the front door open and shut, along with the light pads that came from your fiancé seemingly getting closer and closer to where you're at. Not wanting to pay it any mind, you pretended to sleep. Until you feel a pair of eyes staring at you from behind. You were bothered, of course, but chose to close your eyes nonetheless.

A cold gust of wind flew by in the moment of silence until you felt the cushion of the couch dip lower and a pair of hands wrap around you. Surprised, you turned around. "Rin?" you asked. "You sh-" Just as you were about to speak again, you were cut off. "Why sleep here?" Everything went silent for a minute. "I figured I'd sleep here, for space" you replied, hearing this made the teal-eyed man feel more guilty, making him tighten his grip on your waist a bit more.

"You shouldn't be sleeping here. Go to bed; you have a big day tomorrow, remember?" you added, hoping to shake him off. Another wave of silence. After about a minute, he spoke, "Are you still mad? I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of those things. I was just tired and frustrated..." His voice was shaky as he buried his face more into the crook of your neck. "It's okay. I know I can be overly clingy at times. I was just so excited to finally spend time with you, but I guess I overreacted," hearing that reply broke him more, as if you're blaming yourself for something that's his fault. "Now, go to bed; you have to wake up early." He felt that you were uncomfortable, so he unlatched himself and walked away, leaving you alone in the dim room.

After changing his clothes, he went and got ready for bed, and fuck, was it cold and lonely. "So this is what it's like," he mumbled as he laid down on the cold bed, looking at your spot where it lies cold and empty. Seeing that horrid view made his heart drop to his stomach. Hours passed by as he twisted and turned, trying every possible way to make himself fall asleep. From turning the lamp on and off to making pillow figures of what is assumed to be you (creepy, but let's face it, bro's coping), and unfortunately, none worked. Oh my god, he felt like a Victorian kid dying from a severe illness, laid down on the bed, huffing and sweating with worry. Not wanting to put up with this feeling, he marched downstairs to where you were sleeping, and man, he didn't even spare a second as he immediately jumped to cuddle you, arms around your waist with his head nuzzled in your chest and neck and all. "Goddamn, this is way better," he screamed, mentally, as he inhaled your scent that he oh so missed.

With all the shuffling around, you wake up, feeling a figure trapping you. Readjusting your eyes to the surroundings, you look down to see Rin all snuggled up next to you. You tap his shoulder. "Why are you here? I told you to sleep on the bed..." you say, groggily. To which he replies, "I just can't sleep... I know you're upset, but please, let me sleep with you," as he looks up, his face all teary. "I'm sorry, please don't avoid me... I'll do better. I swear," he adds, tightening his hold around your waist.

Unable to resist such a cute face, you sighed, cupping his face as you peppered kisses on his poor face. "You promise?" you asked, your voice soft, almost a whisper. "Mhm, I promise," he replied, leaning into your touch. "Do you want to go on a date tomorrow," he added. I'd love to, baby, but you're busy tomorrow." "Skipping practice for a day won't hurt," he chuckled. You responded with a hum as you pressed yourself more, burying his face into your neck and chest, to which he let his hands roam under your clothes, rubbing circles on your back while the other sneakily fondled your ass. You chuckled at the response. "How about a little café date after we go grocery shopping?" you asked, and he replied with a muffled hum.

He peeked his head. "We're good now, right?" he asked. "Yeah, we're all good now, baby," to which he smiled and added, "I love you." You replied with the sweetest, "I love you too." Upon hearing that, he nuzzled right back into your chest.

⋆.˚˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹ ࣪ ˖

Guess who'll be walking on the produce isle with a big smile on his face? Definitely a man named Itoshi Rin.

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part ninety-seven: "The Comforting Touch"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: You spend the day miserably ill at home with Mittens.

Or

Matt comforts you in the shower.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.] [FFTD Series Masterlist]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut, violence

a/n: It's been quite a few months since this series had an update because of my unexpected crazy past few months, but here's a bonus installment while I still try to tidy up "The Rooftop." Sheer coincidence that I'm also sick while working on this one (because I've basically been ill the past few months straight). Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

A faint pressure along your shoulder broke through your peaceful sleep as something gently shook you, the sensation gradually drawing you back to consciousness. Unfortunately that also meant being able to feel the sharp, scratchy pain in the back of your throat along with the congestion in your head that you'd initially fallen asleep to briefly find relief from. 

You groaned miserably, the ache that had seeped into all of your muscles causing you to curl further in on yourself along the leather couch. Mittens, who’d been snuggled up in a little gray ball against you and asleep on top of the two blankets you’d tightly wrapped around yourself, raised his head and softly mewed at the disruption to his own nap. But you didn’t respond to the cat as another chill raced up your spine and you shivered beneath the blankets you’d been buried beneath ever since you'd managed to force down a single slice of buttered toast at lunch. You'd been freezing all day in the apartment despite the thick sweatshirt and sweatpants you'd dressed in this morning when you'd woken up sick.  

“Sweetheart,” Matt's gentle voice murmured somewhere near your ear. “Wake up, sweetheart.”

Curling further into a ball on the couch, you groaned in discontent again. If Matt was home it meant that you'd slept for half the day straight after you'd finished that toast because he was back from work. But yet somehow you still felt tired and cold. And sweaty. A light sheen of sweat coated your skin even though you felt like you were freezing beneath all the layers you had on.

“No,” you grumbled, eyes still closed. “Don't want to.”

Matt's hand, which had previously been lightly shaking you awake, affectionately gave your shoulder a squeeze. The sound of his soft chuckle while his warm breath brushed past your cheek drew another shiver up through you.

“Sweetheart, have you been curled up here since I left at lunchtime?” Matt asked.

“Yes,” you simply replied, your voice sounding even more nasally than it had this morning. “Comfy here. Warm-ish.”

“Warm-ish?” he questioned. 

You felt his hand release your shoulder before the tips of his fingers lightly pressed against your forehead. He hummed thoughtfully, the pad of his thumb lightly stroking your damp skin. Shifting under the cocoon of blankets, you leaned further into his touch despite Mittens’ protesting meow at the movement.

“Thought you had a bit of a fever,” he mused softly. “It’s not too bad, but it’s there.”

“You're warm,” you mumbled contentedly, eyes still closed. “Very warm.”

Another amused chuckle fell from Matt's lips as you pressed your forehead further into his hand. His thumb gave another stroke across your sweat-dampened skin before he finally removed it from your forehead. You whined in protest, your eyes finally opening as another chill shot through you at the loss of his warm touch against you. Matt was bent over the couch before you, his glasses removed as he gazed down towards where you lay on the couch, an affectionate twist to his lips.

“You've got a low-grade fever, sweetheart,” Matt informed you. “Have you taken anything for it? Been drinking any water?”

Another groan fell out of you at the questions, your eyes aching even just to blink. Of course you hadn’t because you’d been passed out on the couch asleep with Mittens all afternoon. You had been miserable and exhausted and hadn’t wanted to move.

“No,” you reluctantly confessed. “I didn't want to get up. Everything hurts.”

“Mmm,” he hummed out. “How about I get you something to help with the fever along with a glass of water? While you drink that, I can get a shower ready for you.”

“No shower,” you told him, shaking your head against the couch pillow. “I'm comfy here. Just said I didn’t want to move.”

“Sweetheart,” he began, tone lightly chastising. “You'd feel better if you did. And the steam would help your throat and your congestion. I can tell that they're bothering you.”

Squirming further beneath the blankets, you vigorously shook your head again. Humming out a negative noise in response, your arms wrapped tighter around the couch pillow.

“Why not?” he asked. “You always feel better afterwards.”

“Because I'd have to get undressed,” you croaked out. “And I'm warm now. Somewhat.”

Matt paused, a contemplative expression crossing his face as his unseeing gaze raked over your form on the couch. He was silent for a long moment, but you could still see the way he was piecing something together in his head. After a brief pause, he spoke again.

“Alright, how about this,” he said, sounding more confident in his suggestion this time. “You drink down the water and take the medicine, and I'll join you in the shower. I'll keep you warm.”

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you considered his offer. Truthfully, you really did not want to get up from beneath the blankets because the thought of taking your warm layers off sounded absolutely awful. But Matt ran incredibly hot–like a comforting heating pad in the form of a beautiful man. And having him wrapped around you sounded good, very good. Especially after having just spent the whole day miserable with only Mittens for comfort, having Matt to yourself sounded tempting. 

“I'm sick,” you weakly pointed out. “I'll get you sick.”

Matt shrugged his shoulders. “I'll be alright, sweetheart.”

“Pretty sure I've heard that before,” you mumbled.

Matt’s head tilted to the side, amusement glinting in his eyes at your tone as he gazed down at you on the couch. Your eyes narrowed curiously back at him. There was another part to his suggestion, you could feel it. You knew that look.

“What?” you asked him.

“I'll even wash you,” he added on, the smile growing on his face.

The thought of Matt holding you in the shower while his large hands washed you and eased the ache in your muscles was hard to pass up. A sharp exhale fell past your chapped lips as your body went slack beneath the blankets. Just like that, you immediately caved. 

“Fine,” you relented. 

“Knew that would get you,” he replied. “I'll be right back.”

Matt stood back upright, no longer leaning over your place on the couch. Eyes following him, you watched as he made his way around the furniture and headed towards the kitchen. Inevitably your heavy eyelids lowered as you listened to the sound of glasses clinking together before a cabinet door closed, then you heard the faucet running. By the time you heard Matt lightly shaking a pill bottle, you'd already felt yourself beginning to drift off again. 

“No sleeping right now,” Matt called back from the kitchen.  

His voice startled you back awake, your eyes flying open. A frown tugged at your lips in response. Him and those fancy Devil senses were always so in tune with your body. But as your gaze fell down on Mittens still curled up against your stomach, and you heard Matt’s soft footsteps approaching from the kitchen, you found yourself actually comforted by how closely he paid attention to you. You’d often spent a lot of time in the past wondering if a man like Matthew Murdock could ever truly love you, and situations like these always proved it.

In a matter of moments, Matt was once more leaning over you. Glancing up, you focused on both of his outstretched hands. There was a full glass of water in one and two little pills in his other.

“Take these,” he ordered. “Drink that whole glass of water, too. I can tell you're dehydrated and your body needs it, especially with that slight fever. I'll go get the shower warmed up for us while you do.”

Slowly pushing yourself upright on the couch with one hand, your other attempted to keep the blankets from completely falling off of you. With an aggravated noise, Mittens rose up from his place on the cushion beside you, shooting you an annoyed look before he hopped off of the couch. Ignoring Mittens’ dramatic reaction to being disturbed when he wasn’t the one who was sick, you reached out and accepted both items from Matt’s hands. As you did, you saw Mittens stalk his way towards his cat tree again before climbing all the way to the top. He settled down to nap again, almost intentionally turning his back to you and Matt.

“You don't even take this good of care of yourself,” you grumbled, focusing back on Matt. 

The corner of his mouth quirked upwards at your comment. “Because you're more important,” he stated.

“I strongly disagree with that sentiment,” you argued, voice cracking a little as you spoke. “I’m not the one going out and saving people at night. You are.”

“Debatable,” Matt countered easily. “You arguably make a lot of important impacts in the city with the articles you write, sweetheart.”

“Which leads me to get incredibly ill from it,” you muttered. “And put on Ellison’s shit list. Again.”

Matt’s lips shot up into a grin. He’d heard all about that the other night when you’d come home from chasing a lead and ranting about how Ellison had thrown you on probationary fluff pieces again. 

“I’m inclined to side with Ellison on this one,” he told you. He gestured his head down at your hands where the water and pills still remained untouched. “Now take those and drink.”

With a resigned sigh, you set the pills on your tongue before raising the glass of water to your lips. Swallowing down the pills, you winced at the effort when your raw throat stung. Grimacing, you shot the glass of water in your hand a dirty look. The thought of drinking all of it seemed like torture right now.

“There you go, sweetheart. That’s good,” Matt praised. “Now just finish that glass of water. I'll be right back.”

A shudder ran through you, your body involuntarily reacting to his words. As Matt made his way down the hall to the bathroom, you heard him chuckle lightly before he disappeared from view. Of course he’d caught that faint reaction your body had just had to his praise despite how awful you currently felt. Eyes shifting down to the glass of water in your hand, you frowned at how full it was. You did not want to drink it.

“Drink all of it!” Matt called out from the bathroom. “Don't make me repeat myself, sweetheart!”

Brows drawing together, you glanced up at the hallway he’d disappeared down. The frown on your face only further deepened at how closely he was focused on you. Because of course he knew you were hesitating on drinking the glass down–he could hear you. 

“Or what?” you called back, voice cracking once again at the volume. “You'll love me to death?”

“That’s a tempting idea,” Matt returned with a chuckle from the other room. “But I can tell you’re not quite up for that right now.”

Rolling your eyes despite a different sort of heat creeping into your cheeks now, you grinned back down at the glass of water in your hand. With a resigned sigh, you finally drew it up to your lips. Matt might have been a mess some days–thankfully far less of one ever since you’d moved in with him and things had clearly been growing more serious between you both–but he was nothing if not attentive and caring. Sometimes overly so when it came to you.

By the time you'd finished struggling to chug down the glass of water, your throat feeling like it was swallowing shards of glass instead of liquid, Matt had returned to the living room. Except now he was only dressed in his black boxers, which momentarily had you pausing mid-way of setting the now empty glass onto the coffee table to stare. 

Your eyes scanned over his toned muscles and the multiple scars adorning his body. There was a large bruise on his left thigh that looked like it had finally started healing after his night out a few days ago. Your heart gave a stutter at the sight of him, not because he was absolutely beautiful–which he was and you didn’t think there’d ever be a day that you wouldn’t be affected by that–but because he looked like home. Even battered and bruised. 

“Come on, love,” he said, making his way back towards you and skirting around the coffee table. He stopped in front of you with both of his hands outstretched to you on the couch. “Let's get you clean and warm.”

Struggling to breathe out of your congested nose, you reached out towards him and placed your hands into his. Matt pulled you up from the couch carefully before slipping a muscled arm around your waist and drawing you up against his side. The heat of his bare skin felt delicious even over your clothes. Almost immediately, your own arms wrapped around his waist as you pressed your forehead against his shoulder. A chill ran through you at the warmth of him and you felt his arm tighten around you in response.

Breathing in the scent of his skin, your eyes closing, you let Matt guide you around the coffee table and towards the hallway that led to the bathroom. You could hear the water running as you both approached, but the second you stepped into the bathroom, you could feel your sinuses clear just a fraction because of the steam. 

Matt’s head shifted slightly towards you, a small smile on his lips. “See? It’s helping already,” he murmured.

“Yeah, okay,” you muttered as he led you over towards the shower. “I’ll let you win this one.”

Matt chuckled softly as he brought you both to a stop before the enclosed shower. Gently, he disentangled himself from the way you’d wrapped yourself around his side. You’d been about to make a complaint, but then his fingers slipped into the waistband of his boxers and began tugging them down his thighs. At the sight of him completely bare, you’d entirely forgotten your argument.

A faint, knowing smirk was on his lips when he turned towards you, but he thankfully spared you a teasing comment in your current sick state. Instead, his hands grabbed onto the hem of your sweatshirt before he began carefully easing it up and over your head. Standing there in front of the shower, you let Matt tenderly and slowly undress you until you were just as bare as him. Though as he undressed you, a bout of shivers ran through you, goosebumps dotting your skin. 

Noticing your discomfort, Matt opened the shower door and ushered you inside. Once the warm spray of the shower fell over you, your eyes closed and the goosebumps began to fade. The heat felt good and the steam was quickly clearing your nasal passages, but what felt even better was when Matt’s arms slipped back around your waist before his entire front was pressed against your back. Instinctively, you leaned backwards into him with the smallest sigh. 

“There you go, sweetheart,” Matt whispered, his mouth suddenly beside your ear. “Just relax and let me help you feel better.”

Matt’s mouth pressed a soft kiss to your cheek before his hands slid their way to your hips. Slow and careful, he turned you around until you were facing him. Craving the warmth and comfort of him, your own arms snaked their way around his waist, drawing your chest tight against his as the warm water ran down the pair of you. Matt’s hands began running soothing patterns up and down your sore back muscles, his palms and the water easing the ache and tension in them. Melting into his touch, your forehead lowered to his wet shoulder as your eyes fell shut. This was even better than being cocooned on the couch with Mittens. 

“Can I nap like this?” you asked quietly. “Because now I don’t want to move.”

“I don’t know about that, sweetheart,” he replied, his hands continuing their comforting massage along your back. “Might be hard to fall asleep standing upright, and eventually the water is going to get cold.”

A frustrated noise fell out of you, your face still pressed against his skin. He had a point but you wished he didn’t. 

“Besides,” he continued, “I was planning to get some food delivered after this. You like that one soup from the cafe on the corner, figured it might help clear you up and soothe your sore throat. And you need more than that piece of buttered toast you had today. You haven’t eaten remotely enough.”

You knew you couldn’t even dispute that. Not only could Matt tell you were lying–not that you would–but you knew he was able to tell what you’d eaten today just by your breath. Despite your inability to understand how that didn’t gross him out when speaking with people in general, you knew that he was aware you hadn’t really even had a single meal today.

“Okay,” you agreed. “But I want to stay in here for a bit first.”

“I’m okay with that,” he replied, a hint of a smile in his voice.

Keeping one arm around your waist, Matt shifted in the shower. He turned you with him as he moved, one of his hands reaching up to the shower caddy hanging off the shower head as he grabbed the soap. Only then did he release his hold on you, which in turn had you clinging tighter to him. Not bothered by the way you were pressed against the front of his body, Matt began lathering the soap into his hands before they once more landed on your back. Somehow, you sunk even further into him as he not only washed you, but massaged your back and shoulders with the right amount of pressure to not hurt your already stiff and aching muscles. 

You had no idea how long the pair of you had stayed under the spray of warm water, the steam clearing the congestion in your head as you held onto Matt. His hands continued moving along your body in such careful, tender motions that he was about to put you to sleep. It was such a small moment, just him taking care of you while you were ill, but it felt good just being with him like this.

“Boyfriend of the year award goes to you,” you murmured half-awake against his damp skin.

“Sweetheart,” he began, his hands still moving in comforting patterns against your skin, “I think I lose points for disappearing on you most nights and coming home injured.”

“Stop it,” you weakly protested, your arms squeezing him a bit tighter in reproach. “You know I support you as long as you take care of yourself. I’d never ask you to stop.”

“Yeah,” he answered softly, a tinge of something tender in his tone that you were far too sick to pick up on. “You’ve always been supportive and accepting.”

“Because you’re my other half, Matty,” you admitted quietly, the words coming out nasally. “You’re part of me.”

With your eyes still closed and your forehead still resting against his shoulder, enjoying the way his hands were washing your bare body, you entirely missed the emotion that passed across his face at your words.

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[ephie-om]

I know I said I had Dialuci stuff coming but that was before I got a HELL of a migraine so here's a lil self indulgent fic. Also this is not in age order it's the order I thought of them first so if you want to find a specific brother just look for their color x

The brothers reacting to you in their bed with a migraine

Leviathan had seen you toddle unsteadily into his room about an hour ago, but amidst his online matches he couldn't exactly turn around and talk to you. When he finally swivels his chair around and gets up to stretch his legs, you are nowhere to be found. His slit pupils narrow, looking for any sign of movement. Were you trying to prank him? Did you think that otakus were easy to scare? He finally spots a small movement from- his bathtub?! Where he sleeps? He slowly creeps up, lifting the blanket with two fingers and- you were asleep? Were you trying to kill him?? Steadying his breathing, he resolved to make you as comfortable as possible for as long as you stayed. He dims his lights, shuts off the tinny electronic music leaking out of his headset, and sits cross-legged with his Devilswitch next to the bathtub, determined to keep watch and make sure none of his oafish brothers would barge in and wake you.

Beelzebub is fairly used to coming home to a groaning lump underneath his blankets, whining at him to turn the lights off. He isn't used to the voice belonging to his human. Switching off the lights quickly, he makes his way to you and sets his bag on the ground quietly. You're startled by a large, warm hand on your shoulder. "Is everything alright?" he asks, concern etching the lines of his face. You try to shake your head and immediately realize that's not the best idea, so you quickly type out a message on your D.D.D. with the brightness at the lowest setting. 'Very bad headache'. He squints at the words, then rises to open the large chest at the end of his bed. You feel a massive weighted blanket draped slowly over your body and his large hands tuck you in. You hear his footsteps retreat again, more rummaging, then a straw pokes at your mouth. Confused, you take a sip and find something bubbly, sweet, and probably caffeinated. You give him a small, grateful smile, and his hand returns to your shoulder as you fall asleep.

Belphegor is used to being the lump under his blankets. So when he comes home after a long day of Satan kicking him under his desk, insisting that this bit was interesting, he's none too pleased to find a not-him blanket lump. He prods the lump and is rewarded with a low noise. Pulling the covers unceremoniously down from your face, he nearly tries to climb on top of you. "Move." He's halfway into bed when he sees your eyes flinching shut from the pain of being tossed around, and it finally occurs to him that it's not too common for you to be in his bed. He frowns and furtively checks over what little of your body he can see. Even with no surface wounds, he knows enough about humans to understand that there are plenty of injuries or illnesses that can't be seen. Sighing, he drags himself up from the bed to pour you a glass of water and rummage through Beel's side of the room for a snack. "Hey," he whispers. You open your eyes a crack. "These are here if you want them." You give him a minute nod and he takes that as a success. He settles down again, much more carefully this time, and ever so gently strokes your hair until your breathing slows again.

Mammon bangs open his door. Some idiots at RAD had tried to get on Levi's nerves, which got on his nerves, which got on Lucifer's nerves. He grumbles threats under his breath as he slams his bag into the floor and nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears a groan from his bed. "W-what? Hello??" When no answer comes, he decides he must be in a horror movie and turns to leave. Until he hears another noise that sounds suspiciously like his name. "Treasure? That you?" He walks back to his bedside and sure enough, his human is lying there. His heart swells and his eyes shine yellow as he grins. "Did ya miss me that much?" For some reason, instead of smiling at him, you slowly place your hands over your ears. Huh. Wait. Did somebody hurt you? Does he need to find whoever did this? He coaxes your hands away from your ears and checks for blood. You give him a weak smile and mutter out something he barely deduces to be "my brain". Oh, your brain hurts. That he can understand. He settles down beside you and tucks you in a little more securely. If humans can get their brain hurt so easily, then they must need a strong demon to make sure they were ok while they slept, he told himself. No other reason.

Lucifer makes the short trek from his study to his office late at night. He takes the walk slowly, ensuring that his shoes make as little noise as possible. His hand reaches for the doorknob to his bedroom, but he freezes. He swears he had left the lights on, but there's only darkness through the gaps in the door. He readies a shield spell in tired fingers, convinced this must be another one of Satan or Belphie's tricks. He braces himself, walks through- and all is quiet. Except for the faint sound of breathing. He flips on a lamp and he can see your pretty eyes wincing away from the light. "What are you doing in my bed? Surely yours can't be that uncomfortable," he teases. You pout up at him wordlessly. Thankfully, he's raised six demons and one angel, which makes him particularly good at figuring out what's wrong with a creature who can't speak. He decides that whatever it is, the lights and the noise must be making it worse, so he goes to shower as quickly and quietly as possible. You're nearly asleep when he comes back, so he tries to settle his aching bones on the opposite side of the bed. You crack open your eyes and glare at him with all the impudence you can muster, and he chuckles softly. You close your eyes as he wraps you in his wings, and he watches as you fall asleep with a smile on your face.

Asmodeus is very proud of his bed. It has more hidden tricks than a demon could find in a lifetime, and he's poured hundreds of Grimm into making it equal amounts beautiful and comfortable. But when he imagined coming home to find you in his bed, usually he imagined you in that one pair of lacy panties and a sultry lipstick. He certainly didn't imagine you in sweatpants, blinking up at him blearily as he peeks under the blankets at your cute face. "Couldn't even wait until I got here, darling?" You give him a pained groan instead of a smile or a laugh, and that's when he realizes something really is wrong. He places a gentle kiss to your forehead, leaving you smelling faintly like strawberries. "Are you sick?" he pouts. You try to whisper something but give up and tap your head with a finger. "Oh sweetheart... I can help, I promise. I'll be right back." A soft lavender scent wafts through your nostrils and you feel a warm, damp towel on your forehead as he coaxes you to lay on your back. He straightens the sheets around you and presses small kisses to you wherever his mouth ends up. He winds his body around yours and decides that even if this was unexpected, he'll never be disappointed by a chance to spoil you.

Satan is fairly certain that there are very few demons, even amongst his brothers, who would dare to enter his room without asking. He's already deduced, with his incredible detective skills, that it could only be you who has the sheer audacity to climb into his bed when he wasn't there. He knows that you've mentioned that you suffer from migraines before, but he's never seen you during one. This will be a fantastic learning experience, he thinks. You open your eyes to look at him and his smile drops as he realizes how much pain you must be in. He mentally flips through pages and pages of research on human medical conditions. Water, plain food, and rest? Is that really all he can do? He huffs in annoyance, wondering to himself how humans have survived this long. He roots through a few piles of books before finding some stale crackers and concluding that he needed some better resources. He rushes downstairs, using his tail for balance to quiet his steps, and retrieves an armful of food and water. Your eyes glint in the dim light as you watch him, amused. The demon busies himself with arranging everything on his nightstand so that you can reach it with minimal movement. Your hand reaches out and he smiles to himself before it finds not a glass or a snack, but his wrist. You give him a gentle tug before he understands. Gingerly he lowers himself into bed beside you, almost afraid to get too close. You bury your forehead into his side and he laughs softly. He keeps watch over you as you sleep, in case any other part of your body decides to turn on you in the night.

[evnseokz]

{ ♡ comforting you when you’re scared of having a nightmare - l.cy }

pairing: bf! anton x reader

no warnings! pure fluff

based off this request here

w.c 480

you were sat on the edge of the bed, your heart racing as shadows flickered on the walls. the dim light of the bedside lamp casted an eerie glow, making you feel even more anxious. you could feel sleep creeping in, but with it came the fear of nightmares that had haunted you for weeks.

anton, noticing your unease from across the room, walked over and sat beside you. he gently took your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “hey, what’s going on?” he asked softly. “i can’t fall asleep,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “i’m worried ill have another nightmare.” anton squeezed your hand. “you’re safe here with me. i won’t let anything hurt you.”

you looked into his eyes, tears starting to form at your waterline. “but what if it happens again? i don’t want to feel that way.”

“remember the last time?” anton said, trying to redirect your thoughts. his thumb coming up to wipe a stray tear away. “we talked about it, and i was right here when you woke up. you’re not alone in this.” you nodded, recalling how he had held you tight, reminding you that nightmares were just figments of your imagination. “but it still scares me,” you confessed, fiddling with your fingers.

anton shifted closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “how about we create a little ritual? something that helps you feel safe before sleep?” you look at anton, intrigued. “like what?”

“let’s imagine a place where you feel completely at peace. a beach, maybe? the sun setting, waves crashing softly… and i’ll be there with you.” you smiled at the thought, picturing the scene he painted with his words. “that does sound nice.” “good,” he said, a comforting smile splayed on his lips. “let’s do it together. close your eyes and breathe with me.”

as you followed his lead, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, the tension in your body began to melt away. anton’s voice was steady and calming, guiding you through the imaginary beach. “feel the warmth of the sun on your skin, the gentle breeze. you’re safe here.”

after a few minutes, you felt the weight of your eyelids. “i think i’m ready to try,” you murmured. “just remember, i’m right here,” anton reassured you. “if you wake up scared, i’ll be waiting. you can always talk to me about it.”

with that, you lay down, feeling the comfort of anton’s presence beside you. his arms wrapped snugly around your waist. you closed your eyes, allowing the image of the serene beach to wash over you. the worries began to fade, replaced by the warmth of his words.

as sleep finally enveloped you, you felt a sense of peace you hadn’t thought possible. and in that quiet moment, surrounded by love and support, you knew you could face whatever dreams might come.

.

..

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[tapewormfound]

Would love to see you expand on #4 from the fic ideas you posted the other day!

In the Afterglow

Chuuya survives a mission where Corruption is used too long — too deeply. The damage is slow, not instant. It starts with migraines. Then nausea. Then his hands shake when he’s alone. The ability is no longer an on/off switch — it’s bleeding into him, eating through the borders of his mind.

At first it’s easy to hide.

He’s always had headaches — from Dazai’s voice, from Mori’s orders, from too much wine after too much blood. A couple pills, a stiff drink, and he gets through the day.

But then the nausea starts. Subtle, lingering. Like something’s off balance inside him — not quite illness, not quite exhaustion. He keeps moving.

The shaking is harder. Only when he’s alone. Only when it’s quiet. His hands twitch like they’re still remembering a fight, like something inside him never stopped.

Corruption doesn’t shut off anymore.

The red fades from his eyes, the mission ends, the enemy dies — and it’s still there. Like residue. Like radiation. He feels it when he breathes too deep. When he stands too fast. When he closes his eyes and sees nothing but light.

It’s bleeding through. Slipping past the lines Dazai used to hold. He can’t stop it. Can’t contain it.

And he doesn’t tell anyone.

Because if it’s changing him — if it’s undoing him — then he’d rather rot quietly than let them see.

Chuuya was never afraid of dying. But this — this slow erasure — this is different. This is worse.

This is being turned into something he can’t control. Again.

—

It gets worse in winter.

The cold makes the tremors more visible. The pain sharper. He stops wearing gloves — what’s the point? Let them see. Let them wonder. No one asks.

He doesn’t remember falling asleep anymore. He just wakes up in strange places. On the floor. Against a wall. Once, on the roof of headquarters, coat gone, lips cracked blue. No one mentions it. Maybe they’re afraid to.

Corruption flickers at the edges of everything now — when he walks, the ground warps slightly beneath his feet. When he speaks, sometimes his voice vibrates too low, inhuman. The ability is feeding on him, or through him. And there’s no off-switch. No Dazai. Not anymore.

He doesn’t know where Dazai went.

He never asked.

And when Dazai finally does come back — months too late, shoes dry, eyes sharp — Chuuya is already gone in the ways that count.

His body still moves. Still fights. Still drinks, even. But there’s a distance now, one Dazai can’t touch. Not with a hand. Not even with that cursed nullification of his. Because what’s breaking isn’t the ability — it’s the man underneath.

“You look like shit,” Dazai says lightly, like nothing’s changed.

Chuuya doesn’t respond. He just laughs — quiet, breathless, like he’s running out of air.

“You took too long.”

He doesn’t mean it as an accusation.

He means it as a fact.

The words hang there, weightless. Not bitter. Not angry. Just said, like stating the time.

Dazai frowns. Not the theatrical kind — the real one. Small, tight at the corners. His eyes flick over Chuuya’s frame, slow, calculating. He notices the tremor in his hand, the way he doesn’t hide it. The pale around his mouth. The slight flicker in the air around him, like heat shimmer on pavement.

“You’re not using Corruption,” Dazai says.

Chuuya doesn’t answer. Doesn’t blink. Just keeps looking past him, like there’s something else in the room Dazai can’t see.

“I said—”

“I know what you said.”

Chuuya’s voice is flat. Distant. Not tired — something colder than that. Like fatigue that sank too deep to feel.

Dazai steps closer. Reaches for his arm without thinking, instinct. Skin to skin. Nothing activates. No weightlessness. No red glow. No rush of power. But Chuuya still flinches.

“You’re not using it,” Dazai says again, quieter this time.

Chuuya finally looks at him. Really looks.

“I never turned it off.”

Dazai stills.

It’s not confusion now. It’s dread. That sharp, cold realization that comes too late — when the blood’s already on the floor, when the damage is past undoing.

“You mean—”

“Don’t bother.” Chuuya cuts him off, eyes dull. “I already tried that. Nullification. Pills. Restraints. You name it.”

He smiles — or something like it.

“Turns out, there’s a limit to how many times a body can be rewritten before it forgets how to be human.”

And Dazai, for once, has nothing to say.

Because what do you say when the weapon you built learned how to kill itself?

I feel like a lot of people wanted more of this prompt so i hope this holds up to everyone’s standards and i hope you guys enjoyed!! :))

[btnclmrttn]

"Just another morning" (Saitama/Reader)

[absolutely sick. ill. famished for this man. No plot just a drabble]

Saitama' is whiney and clingy when he's sleepy...

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Media and the lot alike make waking up seem so peaceful sometimes. It can be, especially when accompanied by your partner. Little moments of unspoken sweetness and all the whatnot, except when you have to piss as badly as you do.

By the dark of the room and what the clock beside you says, there's a couple of hours before Saitama's usual alarm goes off. If you make it quick, you can lie in bed longer and fall back asleep. Or take that moment to make something out of a quiet moment like this. Maybe.

Saitama barely has his arm around you in his sleeping position. You don't even know how he manages to end up so crooked sometimes. Practically diagonal on the futon. That arm only works as a guideline for not getting shoved off. As you sit up, you slowly try to unwrap yourself from his loose hold. Some days he's a light sleeper, some days not so much...just gotta be careful.

He catches you the second you think you're in the clear. He's quick to wrap his arm around you again and gently guide you back into his arms.

He croaks out a sound of disagreement to your escape attempt in your ear as he spoons you close to him. Goosebumps spread across your neck as his deep breathing of your scent warms it and a sigh of contentment when the haze of you fills him.

"I just gotta pee real quick," you tell him as you turn your head to look at him. His eyes open a bit. He hums as if he thinks about it before closing his eyes again.

"Uh-uh."

"Please?"

"Mm…"

Saitama pulls you closer and lifts a leg over yours to secure the comfy position.

"It's not healthy to hold it when you gotta go...and I gotta go." 

Your last escape attempt is making it about health. It always gets to him.

A long, dramatic whine sounds from his lips before he huffs and rolls off of you.

"Go pee and come back," he groans sleepily.

Once you scoot away a safe distance, you respond with a bit of a jest, "Such a baby…"

"Hurry up…" he whines again, "I'm cold."

You roll your eyes while chuckling at his dramatics as you enter the restroom.

[aliaology]

COACH — PART III

summary: jack finds himself really wanting to be a dad when he gets older, mostly because of connor.

pairings: jack hughes x single!mom!fem!reader

warnings: none

you felt bad, you felt like a burden. you hesitantly accepted the offer to spend the night at jacks house. was it the best idea? not really, no. you barely knew the man. but you also knew how famous he was, how one wrong move would send his career into the trash.

you watched as jack carried your sleeping son up the stairs, making his way to the fourth floor. you felt bad, again. there was an elevator, but god you had a terrible fear of elevators.

jack seemed more than happy to walk up the stairs though, and clearly carrying connor was almost like holding a feather.

jack’s keys jingled as he fumbled them in his free hand. you watched silently as he twisted the key and then the knob, opening the door to a silent apartment.

“ill put him in my bed, you can sleep with him in there, ill take the couch or the guest room.” jack spoke softly, allowing you inside first.

your brows furrowed, not out of frustration but out of concern. “i can’t ask you to do that, jack. this is your apartment. me and connor can both take the guest room. you letting us in here was enough.”

jack sighed, “y/n, its okay. im willingly giving you my bedroom to sleep in. i want you both to sleep there, my beds comfier and i think you guys need it.” jack told.

you bit your lip before sighing, “okay.” jack gave you a smile before grabbing your stuff and bringing it to his room.

you followed behind him, taking in the room as you stepped in. it suited him. the red, black, and white that adorned his room. the tall but old-looking dresser was a stark contrast with its light brown compared to the rest of the room.

you gently lied connor down on jacks bed, the boy immediately cuddled up to the covers as he slept.

you turned to jack, "thank you, again, jack. you don't understand how much this truly means to me." you told.

jack smiled, "its no problem, plus i really like this little guy, not to mention his mom is pretty good looking too" he laughed.

you chuckled slightly. "you wanna go watch a movie?" he asked. you looked to connor before looking back at jack. you nodded. jack headed towards the livingroom, you following behind him.

it didn't take long for you to decide on 'remember the titans' and lie down on the couch together. his arm rested on the couch, just above your shoulders. every now and then his fingers would brush against your skin.

mid way through the movie, you fell asleep, head landing right on jack's shoulder. he smiled down at you before slowly falling asleep himself.

jack felt himself get shaked. his eyes opened slightly to see connor standing there, a sad frown plastered on his tired little face. jack tiredly looked around, finding himself holding your sleeping body.

he looked back at connor. "whats wrong buddy?" he asked.

connor sniffled. "i had a nightmare, can i sleep with you guys?" he frowned.

jack internally groaned due to the lack of space. "uhm, how about you go lay back down in my room and ill bring your mom in there, okay?" jack spoke softly.

"i want you there too," connor told.

jack stayed silent for a minute. his heart melting at the younger boy's words. "alright, ill be in with your mom in just a moment, okay?" he told connor.

connor nodded, his feet padding along the floor as he ran back to the bedroom. jack slowly removed himself from the couch before gently picking you up. you stirred slightly but didn't wake up. he turned the tv off and walked to his room. he set you down next to connor, the boy instantly going to your arms which subconsciously wrapped around him.

jack smiled and lied down on the other side of connor. the young boy held his hand out. "can you hold my hand?" he asked quietly.

"of course i can, bud" jack smiled softly, grabbing the younger boys hand and holding it. connor's eyes fluttered shut.

jack looked at you and connor, finally understanding what baby fever was, and how much he wanted to be a father later down the road.

I KNOW EVERYONE IS WAITING FOR NOW THAT WE DONT TALK BUT YOU GUYS DESERVED THIS <//3

[h1biscusgal]

ASKS IN A BUNDLE BC I'M TIRED : PART 2

OH MY GOD I MISS EACH ONE OF YOU I SWEARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, MWAH TO YOU ALL I ADORE U SO MUCH.

AND THANK YOU MY DARL, i'm fine so far ml and im so sorry i could not post, had my phone away and i'm on my laptop rn, but thanks sm for asking you're so sweet omg, i feel like i literally won in life having ppl care for me IM GIGGLING TEE HEE.

ok so, let me explain this metaphor, once you CLAIM they aren't sick, there is not one part of your mind that will see it as SICK, which in short, means none of this sickness existed once you banish it.

it's so hard to explain bear with me- BUT, your mind sees something, you'll persist, and it shows up, that's the thing, there's no "oh what if in my other reality-" that's shifting for a reason baby, once you set your foot on the reality you want it stays that way, and everything follows through.

ALRIGHT SO, hypnagogia is not forced, nor is it "trying to reach there", you simply always are in that state before you sleep without even knowing, hypnagogia is usually something that happens unaware when you DRIFT off to sleep, simply state and understand that no matter whatever you do, you STILL enter it, you just gotta stay aware of it and that's simply easy, i listed a HUGE range of methods ppl do to keep awake when they are trying for the hypnagogia, it's in my masterlist post ab the hypnagogia. but either way! if you WAIT on GOING IN THE HYPNAGOGIA, you're actually drifting further away from it, because you're keeping yourself awake further more or boring yourself which leads to sleeping, ACCEPT IT YOU'LL ENTER AND JUST LAY BACK AND WATCH, try the forearm method too, it's when you raise your forearm and if you sleep it'll wake you up when it falls.

OFC YOU CAN BE MY ANON, now, for racing thoughts, you can meditate beforehand if you like, OR! let the thoughts come and just observe them until it quietens down and goes blank, or i like to actually focus on somewhere on the ceiling first before trying and just looking at it until i feel everything drift off.

GIRLY THAT WAS A SHIFT LMFAO.

OR! it could be a false dream that happens a lot, it's when your mind plays the scenario so well, when something like this happens and you're not sure, ground yourself to your surroundings, affirm in your DR tense "my name's ---" "i'm --- years old." and so on and on, use five senses, so that even if it is a false dream, you trick your mind into shifting you there, but seriously this sounds A LOT like a shift.

a place where your awareness is not bound to any body, nor is it bound to any material, a part of you that is the simplest form, you usually enter it when sleeping that's why you don't feel your body when you sleep, nor are you aware of it.

FUCK HWUEGUAQIWJWHE Y'ALL WHEN I TELL U TEE HEE THIS SHIT IS REALLLLL, AND BTW THE WHITE LIGHT IS SO REAL??? I HAD IT THE FIRST TIME TOO LIKE I WAS "hol the fuck up if it's my brother again with the flashlight ill whoop his ass", only when i woke up and saw no one, i looked in my brother's room and mf was fast asleep, i was SO confused then remembered, y'all i promise it's so fucking easy.

YES DARL.

MWAH ASK ME ANYTHING LOVES.

don't wait on the "movement", BE the movement, don't see it? "fuck it if i don't see it? i'll show you the movement."

EMBODY, it's not about confidence, it's actually about NOT GIVING A SINGLE FUCK bc you KNOW you can do it, if you keep waiting for someone to get you water, no one will know when will they come back, but if you get the water yoursef? you know exactly how much time you need.

JDEWFGRHEWJQKLERENJ CONGRATS BBY MWAH.

OFCCCC U CAN, I KNOW YOU WILL ENTER BTW

OFCCCC, i think i shared it somewhere but here u go darl:

I always wake up in the void.

My subconscious randomly wakes me up in the void in the middle of the night.

The void is mine.

I am already the void.

No matter what i do, i still wake up in the void.

My subconscious knows how to enter the void.

My subconscious already wakes me up in the void anytime i want.

I don’t need to believe the void, i always wake up in it and that’s a fact.

My breathing is regular when entering the void.

All resistance dissolves now — I am open and receptive.

My subconscious mind is a powerful magnet for miracles.

Old beliefs fade away. My new reality is already here.

I am free from fear, doubt, and delay. I transcend them effortlessly.

I choose the new version of me, and it instantly becomes real.

I was born to enter the Void. It's who I am.

The Void is my natural state — familiar, safe, and instant.

I have unshakable confidence in the Void. It’s always mine.

I am the Void. I become it instantly.

The more I trust, the faster it happens. I trust fully now.

Entering the Void is easy, normal, and guaranteed for me.

I already know how to enter. My subconscious does it perfectly.

I don’t need effort. I just choose — and I’m there.

Every version of me already knows how to enter — and I shift to that version now.

If I fall asleep, I instantly wake up in the Void.

My subconscious never forgets — I always wake in the Void.

Sleep is not a block — it’s a gateway for my void.

The Void meets me the moment I drift off.

I trust my subconscious to shift me perfectly, every single time.

My body sleeps, but my awareness enters the Void.

Even if I forget — my subconscious always remembers.

I automatically wake up in the Void, even if I don’t try.

The Void calls me back in my sleep — and I answer every time.

I enter the Void whenever I want — instantly and easily.

I don’t need to try. I just decide, and it happens.

Entering the Void is as easy as breathing.

I command the Void — it obeys me.

The doorway is always open. I just walk through.

I don’t chase the Void. It flows to me.

Every second is a new chance — I can enter now, and now, and now.

The Void is one breath away — and I’m there.

I shift realities just by intending. I am that powerful.

Doubt has no power over me. It fades into nothing. I release all resistance. I am open, relaxed, and ready.

Fear is just noise. I rise above it effortlessly.

I am worthy of the Void. I deserve it fully and completely.

All my old beliefs dissolve — the truth is, I can always enter.

Nothing stops me. No method, no block, no delay.

There is no “how.” There is only now.

I transcend fear, effort, and logic — I just shift. I’m beyond waiting. I decide, and I arrive.

I know the Void is real — because I’ve already been there.

I don’t need proof. My knowing is unbreakable.

I’ve already entered, and I can do it again, now.

I trust myself. I trust the Void. I trust the process.

My knowing creates my reality.

The more I trust, the faster I shift.

I don’t need to believe — I know.

My inner world shapes everything. I choose truth over doubt.

In the Void, everything is instant. I manifest effortlessly while in the Void.

I heal, shift, and transform through the Void.

The Void listens to my every thought and gives instantly. My dream life is always just one Void moment away. In the Void, I become my highest self. The Void is my blank canvas — I create without limit. All outcomes bend to my will in the Void. I remain perfectly still — my body relaxes deeply and naturally.

My heartbeat only grounds me deeper into the Void.

Fast breathing is just energy moving — I allow it and let it pass.

Every sensation is proof I’m close — I welcome it fully. I am calm, still, and in total control.

My body knows how to relax — and it does so easily now.

Every twitch or movement melts into stillness.

My body becomes weightless — I float into the Void. I don’t resist sensations — I observe and allow them to pass.

My nervous system adapts — stillness becomes easy.

Distractions no longer reach me — I stay deeply focused. My mind clears instantly when I choose to enter the Void. I don’t chase thoughts — I simply return to stillness. Thoughts float by like clouds — I remain the sky. Focus comes easily. I’m fully tuned into the Void. I ignore all noise — internal or external. Silence finds me, no matter what’s happening. I have full control over my attention. Every moment I refocus makes the Void stronger. I remain centered, no matter what tries to pull me away.

Boredom is just ego leaving the body — I welcome the silence. I am patient, powerful, and fully present. Waiting is no longer necessary — the Void is always now. Every second brings me closer — I trust the process fully. There’s nothing to chase — the Void finds me when I relax. I let go of time — I exist only in the now. Frustration fades the moment I surrender. Boredom is just the doorway — I walk through it calmly. I trust the stillness — it leads me to everything I desire. I’m always closer than I think — I keep going with ease.

I never give up — my success is guaranteed.

I always follow through — the Void rewards my persistence.

I’ve already committed — nothing stops me now.

Even when I feel stuck, I’m still making progress.

I don’t need to feel it — I know it’s happening.

My subconscious never quits — it keeps going until I arrive.

I trust even when it’s quiet — the shift is happening now.

I was built for this — I always reach the Void.

Giving up is no longer part of me. I’ve already won.

I stick with it because the Void is already mine.

I am the Void.

I embody complete stillness and limitless power.

I was born to enter the Void. It’s second nature to me.

My subconscious and the Void are one.

I am the version of me who enters the Void instantly and easily.

There is nothing to fear. I am safe to surrender.

I let go of control — and the Void welcomes me.

I don’t have to try. I just allow.

Every block dissolves before it reaches me.

Even resistance is proof I’m getting closer.

One thought, and I’m in.

Void now.

I command my awareness to drop — and it does.

When I close my eyes, I drop into the Void.

When I let go, I shift.

Sleep = Void.

Breath = Void.

Blink = Void.

My heartbeat only deepens my entry.

I remain still without effort — like the Void itself.

My thoughts slow down and disappear.

Every movement stops naturally.

Distractions bounce off me.

Boredom is a doorway — I walk through with power.

I flow past discomfort into full silence.

If I fall asleep, I wake in the Void.

If I forget, my subconscious remembers.

Even when I’m not trying — I enter the Void perfectly.

The Void reaches me, even when I think I missed it.

My intention is enough. My subconscious delivers it instantly.

I am the creator of the Void. It answers only to me.

In the Void, I become anything — I manifest everything.

I am already in the Void.

I am beyond time, space, and effort.

All versions of me collapse into this one — the one who always enters.

I quantum jump the moment I decide.

I shift without delay.

Time bends for me.

I reality shift without effort or steps.

The version of me who always shifts — I become them now.

My desired reality flows to me through the Void.

It’s safe to let go. It’s safe to be powerful. It’s safe to disappear into the Void. It’s safe to receive everything I want.

Every time I try to enter the Void, I succeed instantly. My subconscious has been fully trained — it takes over when I try. The moment I intend, my subconscious activates the Void. One decision = full access. Trying is now the trigger. I don’t have to do anything extra — it’s already done.

This subliminal reprogrammed me permanently.

One listen was enough — my Void access is unlocked forever.

I only needed to hear it once — and the effect never fades.

My subconscious remembers this subliminal forever.

Background listening rewrote my reality completely.

This subliminal stays active in my mind — even when I’m not listening.

When I try, I shift.

When I relax, I enter.

When I breathe, I drop in.

The moment I decide, it happens.

My intention alone activates the Void.

Void entry is my default now.

I’m the kind of person who enters the Void instantly.

I was born with this ability.

My subconscious does all the work.

I am the one who doesn’t need to try — I just do.

I no longer chase the Void — I am the Void.

Even after the subliminal ends, it stays active in my mind.

Its effects grow stronger every day.

The command is fully installed.

I no longer need help — I’ve already been reprogrammed.

I access the Void naturally now, as if I always could.

Whenever I say “Void” I enter instantly.

“Void” = full access, no delay.

That command is permanently active in my subconscious.

My subconscious absorbs this instantly and completely.

Every affirmation goes straight to my subconscious now.

My subconscious is wide open and receiving perfectly. I absorb this subliminal effortlessly, automatically, and fully.

My mind is tuned to receive and obey every word.

These affirmations are already working.

My results appear faster than ever before.

My mind accepts and applies everything right now.

I shift instantly with every listen.

Each second I listen multiplies the effect by 100.

Every repetition rewires me deeper.

The more I hear it, the stronger it gets.

Each play of this subliminal makes it permanent.

This subliminal grows more powerful every time I listen.

It compounds — it builds momentum fast.

This is working.

It’s done.

Shift locked.

Activated.

Full access granted.

Already mine.

No delay. No doubt.

(gah dayum that was long).

TEE HEE MY FAV GIRLY. YOU'LL GET UR MANIFESTATIONS I KNOW IT, I JUST KNOW IT.

OH MY FUCKING GOD SOMEONE GETS ME, PLEASE THAT WAS ME. i used to be obsessed with being skinny (i am so ashamed to say i used to be a koreaboo when i found kpop and you get how ppl wanna look there, pale skin and thin body and shi) so i managed to manifest losing a lot of weight and actually looking stick thin but I realized a year ago i kinda hate the look fr, i loved my old curvy self so i managed to manifest it back, ACTUALLY IT'S SO MUCH EASIER TO MANIFES SMTH BACK BC U ALREADY HAD IT BEFORE.

subconscious always listens- it's your conscious mind that is blocking it because there's no belief or persistence backed up.

WHY WON'T IT WORK- sit somewhere, calm yourself, speak to yourself your desires, go about your day doing that until you get ur desires, it's not "oh i did once or twice it may not work."

in Joseph Murphy's book, one of his clients was an elderly woman wanting to look for a man, many may say "oh u can't marry at this age it's too old." SHEEEE, EVEN IF SHE WAS OLDER, TOOK ONLY A MONTH BY SITTING SOMEWHERE AND REPEATING SHE HAS A LOVING MAN AND SHE FOUND ONE LITERALLY LIKE THAT.

I LOVE SIGNS LIKE THIS TEE HEE.

HI DARL AND SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY, so, what you mean is, that your HYPNOPOMPIA STATE IS ACTUALLY VERY SHORT, mind you, that is not HYPNAGOGIA, which is a state that happens BEFORE SLEEP, hypnopompic state is when you JUST wake up, and it varies from someone to another, actually i get you, personally i find my state to be longer when i sleep limitedly, BUT THAT'S OK, you can try BEFORE sleep.

YALL HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS MADE ME SMILE, I LOVE PEOPLE WHO UNDERSTAND ME AND MY HUMOR, I ADORE U ALL.

I DARL! ok so, there's a very fine line between dreaming and shifting, there's ALSO false dreams which looks like your reality but it's just a dream! there's a very big difference, best way? is to look down your fingers, if there are ten, you're in a real solid reality, if you have less or more, you're in a dream!

HI DARL! so yes, this is your body making way for the shift/void! body being stiff is a sign that it's going rigid to be entering soon!

THE AMOUNT OF PPLS ASKING THIS I SWEAR I'LL MAKE ONE THESE DAYS, AND IMMA MAKE IT EVEN MORE POWERFUL JUST U WAIT.

EJUFEIWJQI I SWEAR BY THE HMM METHOD I SWEAR, IT'S SO RELAXING AND YET SO FUN, I KNOW U WILL SHIFT SOON DARL.

YES DARL THAT'S A VOID THING, the main property is to know if it's not just your eyes waking up from a sudden sleep OR if it was actually a shift! check the surrounding, did u see anything? felt anything? BUT YOURE SO CLOSE MWAH.

[allaboutsturns]

ɪ ᴡɪꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ (ꜰɪɴᴀʟᴇ)

matthew sturniolo x reader

content/warnings: fluff, mentions of healing process, mentions of hospital, mentions of injuries.

summary: it’s been about two months since you got released from the hospital after the incident and you’re closer with the triplets than ever, especially your boyfriend, matt who did everything in his power to fix the mistakes he made.

it’s been around two months since you were released from the hospital and were now home. the healing journey obtained many ups and downs along the way.

there were points during the process where you’d wake up from a nap and stand up out of bed, immediately hit with a wave of pain the moment your feet hit the floor. you’d have to run to the bathroom as quickly as you could because the pain coursing through you hurt so bad it made you physically ill. most of the time when this happened, matt was present and ready, taking your hair in his hands and holding it gently out of your face to make sure none of the vomit dispelling out of you would infect your soft hair.

you were so grateful to have him. while yes, your relationship had its ups and downs, the ups were much more prominent and meaningful.

matt to this day felt guilty about that night, the night that the incident occurred. you and the boys referred to that night as ‘the incident’ because calling it anything else made your hearts ache with the memories.

you still had a difficult time with walking, attending weekly physical therapy to help regain full control. due to your weak muscles and injuries, matt would take care of you, making you breakfast and dinner in bed.

because you now struggled with being able to pleasure yourself, he took it upon himself to do it for you on the nights that you longed for it the most. he did everything for you. he felt as though he needed to, as though he owed it to you.

you constantly reassured him and told him that it was okay, that he didn’t have to do everything he was doing for you, but he ignored it. to him, everything he was doing, you deserved. he never wanted to experience almost losing you again, it was too much for him to handle.

some nights he would come home after filming a video with his brothers, flowers and chocolates in hand. he would light a candle and present the gifts to you with the sweetest smile on his face. he had a newfound love for doing all of this stuff for you, he appreciated being able to more, now that he experienced almost losing you.

a couple days ago, matt made the decision to propose, and of course you said yes. the two of you didn’t plan on holding the wedding anytime soon, or even plan on finalizing the marriage soon, he just wanted to be able to say he was engaged to you, it made his heart flutter with joy.

on the rougher nights, matt would wake up in a cold sweat, his chest heaving and his mind racing after an awful nightmare about that night.

his frantic, short breaths would wake you from your light sleep and you would hold him, letting him rest his head on your chest, which allowed him to hear your calm breaths and gentle heartbeat, reminding him that you were still there. sometimes you guys would lay like that, awake, for a couple hours. other times you guys would fall back asleep almost immediately.

because of your near death experience, you spent more time with nick and chris as well, not wanting to spend any time away from any of the three of them. they were your home, your lighthouse, and you were theirs.

-

you were laying in bed with matt, his head gently resting on your chest, one arm tucked under his body and the other stretched across your stomach.

“i love you, y/n,” he whispered, sleep taunting each word.

“i love you, matt,” you replied with a small smile. he shook his head slightly, “no, i love you. and i am so grateful that you’re mine and i am yours and that we are together,” he paused for a moment before continuing, turning his head so that he could look into your eyes, “you are my everything, my reason, my power, my inspiration, my motivation. you are my everything.” he cooed, reaching a hand up to your face, his thumb brushing away a grateful tear that had managed to escape your waterline.

“you’re my everything, love,” you said with a slight sniffle. he smiled at you gently, that same beautiful smile you had come to love, and you didn’t hesitate to smile back.

he nuzzled his head further into your chest, pulling you as closely as he could, not wanting any distance between the two of you. you giggled to yourself, unable to hide the adoration you had for him.

your eyes grew heavy as did his, and you both allowed sleep to carry you away, your breathing in sync.

divider by: @/Kafekitsune

hey guys!! i know this is a shorter one but i struggled with writing this SO MUCH, i had no ideas at all BUT needed to get it out to u guys. hopefully nothing is confusing because i don’t proofread my work like… at all.

anyways! this is the finale, i hope u guys enjoyed!! i am so grateful for the support and thank u guys so much for 100 followers! i love u

- ace <3

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[yunaversalluv]

⋆.˚ ★— Focus Pull

ᴀ ɪɴᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄɪᴀɴ!ᴇʟʟɪᴇ x ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴᴛ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜᴇʀ!ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⋆.˚ ★— Focus Pull m.list

note - sorry everyone for the late post!! It was my birthday just recently so I spent my weekend and actually birthday to it. Also, starting now there won't be any more chapter synopses as I lost the doc I had that contained every synopsis... I'm so sorry about this inconvenience :( PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES ILL GO IN AND FIX THEM!

cw for this chapter// guilt, depictions of depression and emotional distress, Intrusive thoughts / rumination, unhealthy coping mechanisms (e.g., self-isolation, avoidance), breach of trust / consent-adjacent themes, implied self-loathing and identity crisis

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CHAPTER NINE: WHEN THE SHUTTER CLOSED

You think deleting it will help. Like maybe dragging that file to the trash — holding your breath as the icon flickers, as the screen goes blank — will take something with it. The guilt. The weight. The way her voice cracked when she said That was mine.

But all it does is leave a hole.

You don’t close the laptop. You just sit there staring at the empty folder, screen glowing against your face like a ghost light. Your hands are in your lap, fingers twisted into each other so tight they ache. You can still feel the shutter in your bones. The vibration of the lens. The shape of her curled in the corner — etched behind your eyelids now, impossible to shake.

There’s a knock at your door that night.

You don’t answer it.

You sit in the dark and pretend you’re not home. That you’re not still spinning the memory of her voice around in your mind, scraping it raw until every echo sounds like I trusted you.

When you finally fall asleep, it’s only because your body gives out.

And in the dream—

She’s there.

Not as she was in the photo. Not breaking. She’s laughing. Head thrown back, hair a mess, the kind of light in her face you never quite managed to catch on camera. You’re holding the shutter to your chest like it’s your own heartbeat. And she looks at you — full, honest — and says, I see you now.

You wake up choking on it.

Because that’s the thing.

She did see you. She saw something in you no one else had. Trusted something inside you before you even realized it was real. Let you in through the cracks — not as a lens, not as a witness, but as a person. And you turned her into an artifact.

You sit on the bathroom floor with the hotel towel pressed to your face to muffle the sound of you breaking.

Not crying. Not really. It’s too quiet for that.

Just—

Falling apart in silence.

Because how do you apologize for something like that? Not just a mistake. A choice.

The wrong one.

You avoid her the next day.

Pathetic, maybe. But you can’t look her in the face and not see the moment you stole. You hang back during load-in. Pretend to be busy during soundcheck. Stay on the opposite side of the room when she comes in, eyes flicking past you like you don’t exist.

You think: maybe that’s fair.

You think: maybe you don’t.

She talks to Jesse. To Dina. She smiles, once, at something the bassist says. But the softness is gone. Whatever lived in the in-between spaces — the almosts, the maybes, the if onlys — it’s shut tight now. Sealed off.

You keep catching yourself looking for it anyway.

The hurt is a kind of gravity.

You go through your hard drive again that night. Not for the photo — it’s gone. You know it is. But you open the folders anyway, like some idiot muscle memory. The curated ones. The raw ones. The blurred lines.

You hover over them like touching the names might reverse time. Undo it. Give you one second back before you crossed a line you didn’t even fully understand.

You don’t click them.

You just sit there with your finger over the trackpad, feeling like a thief in your own story.

Later, Jesse knocks on your door.

You open it this time.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just looks at you. Takes in the eyes, the dark circles, the way you haven’t changed out of your hoodie in twenty-four hours.

Then, quietly: “She told me what happened.”

Your stomach drops.

Jesse’s never been cruel. Not once. But his silence now feels sharp.

“I didn’t—” you start.

But he lifts a hand. Shakes his head.

“She trusted you.” Three words. No heat. Just truth.

You nod. Because there’s nothing else to do. You say, “I know.” And it comes out like I’m sorry and I hate myself and please don’t make me say it again.

Jesse’s quiet for a beat.

Then: “She’s not okay.”

Your chest cracks open.

“I know,” you whisper.

“She hasn’t written in days.” He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Won’t touch her guitar. Says she doesn’t want to sound like herself anymore.”

You close your eyes.

Because that—

That’s what you broke.

Not a boundary. Not a rule. But her.

You stay in the next city.

Don’t go to the venue.

Dina doesn’t message. Jesse doesn’t call. You don’t blame them.

You think maybe this is what consequences feel like when they finally catch up: Not rage. Not screaming.

Just absence.

The hole someone leaves when they stop making room for you.

And Ellie— Ellie’s voice used to echo in your head for hours after a show. The rasp of it, the rush, the riot.

Now it’s gone.

And the silence is the loudest thing you’ve ever heard.

The silence in the room feels like punishment.

Too sterile, too still. The kind that wraps around your ribs and squeezes just enough to remind you you’re alone. Not just alone in the room — alone.

The TV is off. The window is closed. The city outside keeps moving without you, but it sounds far away, like it knows you don’t belong in it tonight. The hum of the mini fridge is the only thing keeping you tethered. That, and the weight in your chest.

Your phone screen lights up with a swipe. You don’t even remember picking it up — your fingers move on autopilot now, like maybe if you type fast enough you’ll beat the regret.

You draft a message.

Just one line.

I’m sorry I saw you like that. I wish I hadn’t taken it.

You stare at it.

Your thumb hovers.

You delete it.

The next line comes before you even think about it.

I keep thinking about how small you looked. How quiet.

This one hurts more.

You read it again. And again. You imagine her face — the moment after the shutter clicked. The way she didn’t look at you. Like you were someone else. Like you’d taken something that didn’t belong to you.

Backspace.

You sit with the emptiness for a moment. Let it settle in your throat.

Then — a third one. Simpler. More dangerous.

I miss you. That’s all.

God.

Your lungs feel too full, like grief has taken up residency behind your ribs. You blink and the edges of your vision blur. This one… you almost send. You almost do.

But instead, you tuck it away — drop it into your Notes app like all the others. No title. Just lines and lines of almosts. A private little graveyard of confessions. All the things you never said. Couldn’t say. Didn’t have the right to.

You close the app. Toss the phone to the other side of the bed like it might burn you if you hold it any longer.

It doesn’t help.

None of it does.

The laptop waits, half-open on the mattress, the screen still glowing faintly from earlier. Your fingers move again. This time slower, heavier. You don’t open that photo — the one you can’t stop seeing in your sleep. The one that cracked something open in her, in you, in whatever the fuck it was between you.

You open the other folder. The one no one else knows about.

The quiet ones.

Ellie half-smiling at something just out of frame. A soft laugh caught mid-motion, eyeliner smudged, mouth open, shoulders relaxed in a way you don’t see anymore. She looked so human then. Not the version of her everyone thinks they know. Just… Ellie.

You scroll past twelve, maybe fifteen shots, then stop on one you’d forgotten. Portland. Outside the venue. A bench.

You remember the cold of the metal beneath you. The ache in your knees from hours crouching at the front of the crowd. You’d been tired. She’d been quieter than usual. Just the two of you, drinking shitty tea from a gas station cup.

Her hand, resting lightly over your knee.

Not posed. Not performative. Not romantic, even.

Just… there.

Like it was instinct.

Like maybe she needed to feel you, to know you hadn’t drifted too far yet.

You zoom in.

Her fingers are curled slightly — not gripping, not holding — just resting. Skin on denim. A casual touch. But it guts you now.

You don’t know why you took that one. You don’t remember even aiming the camera. Maybe you didn’t mean to. Maybe you just needed it. Proof.

You drag it to the trash.

The folder looks emptier now. Like part of her disappeared with it.

You close the laptop.

Your hands stay resting on top of it, trembling just enough to feel. You dig your thumbnail into your palm to make it stop. It doesn’t.

You sit in the dark like that for a long time.

Eventually, you lie back on the bed. Let your hair fan out across the pillow. The air in the room feels colder now. Or maybe it’s just you.

You press your forearm over your eyes like that can hold everything in — the ache, the guilt, the hundred versions of her face you keep remembering. You bite your lip when the first tear falls, hard enough to taste blood.

You don’t make a sound.

You’ve learned not to.

But the tears keep coming — slow, steady, quiet. The kind that feel like apology. The kind that don’t fix anything.

You cry for the photo you took. For the look in her eyes. For the silence that came after. For the weight of the things you never said.

And for the touch you never asked for, but still miss every single night.

You cry until your throat goes raw and the pillowcase grows damp and you don’t know if you’re mourning her or yourself anymore.

Then — finally — you stop.

But the ache stays.

You don’t sleep.