#but in that moment of being awake and startled I could not actually picture what he looked like

[nighthawkes]

woke up in the middle of the night thinking about two things:

Angeria Paris VanMicheals

the courtroom illustrations from The Trial of Bucky Barnes

[sp1nxx]

𝐅𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐲?

Prompt- Todoroki can’t sleep so he decided to head down to the dorms kitchen, only to discover you making brownies!!

A/N- This is purely self indulgent and a fluff one shot of Todoroki being absolutely whipped for you since Todoroki is probably one of my biggest comfort characters at the moment so don’t mind this little blurb. Also look at how cute ‘Roki is in the picture!!

Cw!!

Brief mentions of anxiety and home sickness

Brief mentions burns (reader burns themself on a hot oven)

Reader is characterized as being short and being “pudgy”

All of these warnings are to be taken with a grain of salt since they don’t get mentioned super duper often but I just felt I should add those just in case!! If anyone has any gender specific or body type specific requests for a one shot or hc’s feel free to request!!

Reblogging encouraged!!

It was late

Far to late for anyone to be awake and Shoto knew it, yet he was awake anyway. He was tossing and turning which was uncharacteristic of him since he was usually a sound sleeper. His thoughts were swimming around in his head and they were to much for him to be able to go to sleep. The thing is though, he wouldn’t be able to say what he was really thinking about. His thoughts were just a blur to him at the moment.

He sighed and stood up. A drink of water would probably help him sleep. He was thirsty anyway so even if it didn’t help him sleep he would still get something out of the trip.

He got out of bed, the cold temperature not bothering him and he left his dorm room. He walked quietly so he wouldn’t disturb anyone and took the elevator down to the first floor.

When he left the elevator though, he didn’t expect to see a light already on in the kitchen.

“Strange..” Shoto thought to himself as he walked into the kitchen, peeking around the corner to see who was also awake at the time.

It was you.

He watched you pull flour, sugar, and other various ingredients out from cabinets that would be used to make a sweet treat and he smiled softly. You looked so peaceful and were doing everything a bit slow as to not make as much noise or wake anyone.

Then he had to stifle soft laughter when you tried to get some cocoa powder from a higher shelf in a cabinet that you couldn’t reach. He contemplated watching you struggle for a bit but in the end he walked up behind you and grabbed the cocoa powder for you.

“Here.” He said kindly with a small smile.

Admittedly, he felt kinda bad when he saw you jump when he came up behind you and spoke to you. He must’ve startled you.

“S-Sorry!” He stammered in a soft whisper and held the cocoa powder out to you.

“It’s fine,” You sighed a bit when you saw it was just Shoto and took a deep breath to calm your nerves. You smiled while taking the cocoa powder he was offering you. “Thanks..”

“No problem, can I ask what you’re doing?” Shoto tilted his head curiously.

“I’m baking..brownies.” You mumbled, a bit embarrassed by being caught and you put the cocoa powder on the counter.

“I didn’t know you could bake.”

“Eh..I don’t do it often, I mean it’s not like I could use the extra sugar right?” You said that as a joke, because you were a bit chubby. Mainly your thighs were bigger then what was seen as “normal” and you had a bit of a belly.

Shoto frowned, what had you meant by that? Not like you could use the extra sugar? Were you making a comment on your weight? You weren’t heavy by far, just had a bit of extra chub which he found cute. He was so used to seeing girls look like actual twigs that he found it refreshing to see unique body types.

“I think you look fine, healthy even. Why do you mention it?” Shoto thought was probably worrying over nothing and he new it. But he didn’t want you to think badly of yourself.

“Oh..!” An awkward expression came to your face when you saw the genuine worry in his eyes. You had meant it as a haha funny moment, but he took it seriously. “I was just making a joke. If I really didn’t think I should have sugar I wouldn’t be making brownies.”

Shoto relaxed and nodded. He was right, he’d worried over nothing. And your logic made sense to him. “Why are you making brownies anyway? It’s almost 26:30” (2:30 am for my fellow Americans)

You chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of your head with a shrug. “It’s just something I do when I’m anxious.”

“You’re anxious?” Shoto was on full alert now. Why were you feeling anxious? Was it because of something someone said to you or did to you? If it was then he’d deal with it. Is that why you made that joke about your weight? Did you need someone to help you with some breathing exercises to calm down? Anything you needed of him he’d do. “Why?”

“Uhm!” You regretted saying that and you looked around and fiddled the the hem of the shirt you were wearing nervously. “I’m just..kinda homesick, Y’know? Moving into the dorms has kinda put me on edge.”

Your answer calmed him down a bit and he took a deep breath before exhaling “Oh, I suppose that makes sense. Moving into a new place can be nerve wracking can’t it?”

You nodded in agreement and then went to the counter to start measuring ingredients with Shoto standing behind you and watching with a fond look.

“Hey,” He suddenly blurted and glanced around before speaking again “Do you mind if I have a brownie or two when they’re done baking?”

“Yeah sure!” You turned to him and nodded with a smile as you finished measuring out the dry ingredients then you got a second bowl “Oh! Before I forget, do you want cakey or fudgy brownies?”

“Fudgy is fine.” He shrugged and he watched you nod and begin cracking eggs, then pour in the wet ingredients with the dry.

“So..” Shoto wanted to strike conversation, but neither of you were really good at small talk. He wished he was better and speaking like Kaminari was. It’d make things easier. “You said you’re homesick, right?” He eventually found a topic, he just hoped it wasn’t to personal. “Do you miss your family?”

You had been in the process of mixing the ingredients together when he asked that and you stopped to think about his question for a moment. “I guess so, they’re my family after all.” You eventually said and went back to mixing.

Shoto noticed your hesitation but didn’t comment on it and instead just stood behind you and watched you mix the brownie batter. He saw the soft expression of concentration and smiled, somehow everything you did made his heart beat just a bit faster.

He took a step back when you poured the batter into a pan and and knelt to put it in the oven while mumbling softly to yourself.

“Here we g-Ow!” You hissed in pain quietly before quickly putting the pan down in the oven and pulling your arm back. You had burned yourself on one of the oven’s shelves. It wasn’t a particularly bad burn and it wouldn’t be all that noticeable if you weren’t looking for it, but Shoto’s heart dropped when he saw you get hurt.

“Here, let me see.” He quickly took your arm, and while he was acting calm on the outside on the inside he was cursing at himself. Why hadn’t he offered to to put the pan in the oven?! He can better withstand harsh temperatures and if he got burned it wouldn’t have hurt him as much. He didn’t dwell on that though and instead cooled down his right hand and rubbed his thumb over the burn mark to make it feel better.

“Are you alright?” He asked, the worry he felt bled into his voice and he had a soft look in his eyes.

You nodded and smiled at him “I’m fine, Todoroki. It’s just a small burn. I can’t count how many times I’ve done that to myself before.” You said with a soft laugh.

He sighed in relief and smiled a bit wider at your laughter. He loved your laugh, it was a rare treat to hear and it was special to him.

“That’s good, it doesn’t look too bad anyway.” Shoto stood up from the kneeling position he took when he knelt down to grab your arm and closed the oven door. He allowed you to put a timer on the oven so the brownies could bake for the correct time.

“Yeah, it kinda hurts but it’ll go away by tomorrow probably” You reassured him that you were fine and that reassurance made him feel more at ease, but he frowned at the thought of you being in pain.

Shoto finally remembered why he went down to the kitchen in the first place and went into one of the pantries to get a bottle of water and making it cold with his ice.

“I’m going to head back upstairs. Can you please save me a brownie?” He asked while tilting his head and drinking his water.

“Sure thing. I’ll keep it in my room and give it to you tomorrow so no one ends up eating it.” You chuckled a bit at my little jab at the others. If they find something that isn’t labeled like a million times it’ll probably get eaten by someone.

“Thanks.” Shoto went to leave and looked back at you with another soft smile “Good night”

“Goodnight Todoroki.”

[bloodybreakupscene]

-> 𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄

neteyam, lo'ak, and kiri (separate) x na'vi reader

-> you fall asleep on their shoulder what happens next will shock you!!)!)!!!//

-> i kept what clan you were in rlly vague bc it could honestly fit either, it's up to u to interpret it! also lmk if you want me to do a part two with the metkayina clan :D!!

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦:

• he's really chill about it, his siblings fall asleep on him sometimes so he doesn't really see the big deal. . .is what he wants to feel like, but he feels hot and he's so sure you can feel the way his body heats up. he feels your slow breaths and the way your chest goes up and down.

you're not sure what caused you to be so tired, maybe it was the calming chirping of the bugs hidden under leaves, maybe it was neteyam's naturally comforting presence but whatever it was it infected you with drowsiness. your head falling onto neteyam's shoulder and your eyes closing. neteyam stopped looking at whatever was in front of him and instead, turned to you. your facial features being highlighted by the moonlight, giving you an ethereal feel. he takes only a few short breaths every few minutes so as to not stir you awake.

• he shuts down his body so as to not disturb your rest, it's much more important than his personal comfort. resists the urge to put his arm around your waist and kiss your forehead. however he doesn't stop his tail from curling around your body. if he was tired as well he'd take a hold of your hand and lay his head on top yours and fall asleep as well. nothing being able to disturb you two

• other than his rowdy younger siblings who thought it would be funny to snap a picture of you two using the camera (you think that's what it was called) neteyam's father had. the flashing light startled you both awake and before neteyam could yell at them for being so invasive they laughed as they ran away, presumably back home.

𝐥𝐨'𝐚𝐤:

• he's actually so nervous his mind, body, and soul are QUAKING. he's visibly shaking and surprisingly it hasn't woke you up yet. he abruptly stops talking and stares at you, admiring your features. he takes a hold of your hand that was resting on your thigh and intertwined his fingers within yours. his pinky awkwardly resting out of place.

"she always has to come with us, it's honestly annoying." lo' ak laughs for a little while, however any noise coming from him stops suddenly. your head has been on his shoulder for a while but he didn't think you'd fall asleep. he's unsure how long you've been sleeping but he was talking for a while so he assumes for a long while. holding your hand he looks at the differences. you only have four fingers, he has five, your hand is a bit smaller, his only a little bit bigger.

• the moment is peaceful, a word he didn't think he could describe his life for a while. he cherishes the time you spend together. he actually takes the time to observe his surroundings without impulsively pouncing on whatever adventure he feels like he wants to go on next.

• there's a small (huge) chance that tuk will run over to where you two are and crawl in your lap and fall asleep to. she knows it annoys lo' ak but he can't do anything about it because you're right there. besides, she likes sleeping and you so why not do both things at once.

𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢:

• if you ever slept by her or on her she will think about it forever

• usually you two spend time together in the grass, it's very peaceful and during the day the sunlight is hidden amongst the trees giving you two a bright enough area to see in but dark enough to sleep in. this grass patch was her safe haven, a place where she could unwind and get away from her crazy siblings. she showed you this place almost a year after you became friends.

while laying down next to kiri, she spoke of the flowers, trees, and bushes of pandora. you took note of the ones she talked about the most so you'd be able to bring them to her. you scooted over a bit to where you could lay your head on her shoulder, your hands resting on your stomach. she notices your eyes closing and takes it as her cue to quiet down. taking this moment to think; she looks at you, your hair, your face, your body, your clothing, you must've been precious to eywa if you looked so ethereal, one of her favorites she concludes.

she tries to resist the urge to fall asleep but slumber overcomes her as she drifts into solemn sleep.

[gaoau]

Stir — Night Study Session

A Mother's Instinct note — i did the math. with balconies having an average height of 2.3m and yakus jumping reach being 3.1m and the mandatory minimum height of a railing being 90cm, its technically possible for yaku to run up and reach a hand leaning over the railing of a balcony. warnings — none. word count — 1.4k

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The ungodly hours of the night were, for some annoying reason, [Name]'s favorite moments to burst into tears. Yaku had come to know this all too well, for he was unfairly doomed to suffer alongside her. His eyes would snap open to the utter darkness of the eigengrau engulfing his room, and then he'd realize his stomach was doing backflips. The digital clock on his bedside table would read times between two o'clock and half an hour past four—sometimes a little over one o'clock on a good night.

His first response was always to groan quite loudly, growling to himself words of [Name], what the actual fuck are you doing? After contemplating his options for a couple minutes, he would unplug his phone from its charger and wince at the brightness of his dull screen. More often than not, he'd find his notification bar entirely flooded with texts from Illiterate Dumbass Ankle—contact name courtesy of [Name] herself. When he opened the chat, the count of unread messages stood above fifteen every single time. Yaku had to scroll through pictures of her crying, red face and an impressive amount of exclamation points to figure out what was going on.

[Name]'s reasons for crying in the middle of the night ranged from the death of her favorite character in a series she was watching, to accidentally stepping on her cat's tail as she went to the kitchen for a snack, to getting startled because she thought she'd seen a humanoid figure standing on her backyard, to finally being able to understand that one math problem she'd been stuck on for forever. The amount of times Yaku had fallen asleep after reading text messages saying Holy shit I'll drop out and become a stripper I have never seen a number in my entire life only to wake up to [Name] challenging Albert Einstein to a trigonometry battle was insane—it happened so frequently that he was starting to get worried.

There were times, however, that his message app was left completely blank and untouched. Every once in a while, Yaku would jolt awake because of his stomach stirring itself up, pestering him to check on [Name] since she was most likely crying her eyes out. But when he pressed the power button on his phone and found no new messages at all, his stomach would become an empty void of nothingness as it tried to eat itself. Those were the times he would get genuinely worried, wondering what was making [Name] cry at night and why she wasn't telling him as she usually did.

Yaku sat up on his bed, the springs of his mattress creaking beneath him. His fingers swiped rapidly across his phone's screen and in no time he had sent three concerned messages in the span of five seconds. He patiently awaited a response, knowing full well [Name] kept her phone by her side every waking moment of her days. When a few minutes passed and his mess of a friend had yet to even read the messages, Yaku sighed resignedly.

He was quick to throw on a hoodie, grab his keys and wallet, and sneak out the window without waking up his parents. He knew [Name]'s favorite treats for a stressful night—whichever the reason for that stress was—and buying them presented no trouble. Maybe he could throw in some fruit for a smoothie and two cans of whipped cream to see who could down theirs first.

It was well past three o'clock when [Name] jumped at the sound of tapping on her window. An irregular rhythm, with very irregular pauses in-between—ah, Yaku was throwing rocks at her window again, wasn't he? Glancing with furrowed brows at her clock, [Name] forced herself to stand from her chair and draw her curtains open.

Effectively, ready in position to fling yet another pebble at her window, Yaku stood on the street, staring up with squinted eyes. His face lit up instantly upon seeing [Name] walk out her balcony, goosebumps erupting on her skin at the change in temperature. He retrieved his plastic bag from the ground and held it safely between his teeth.

[Name] leaned over the railing, stretching out her dominant arm out of habit—after her parents locked their ladder away, these two had to improvise. With a small run-up, Yaku leaped into the air and clasped his hand around [Name]'s forearm. "Goodness fucking gracious, Morisuke, what are you doing here?" [Name] grunted as she struggled to pull her friend onto safe land without falling over. "I'm also trying to study, so, yeah… You know…?"

Yaku shot her a quick thanks while ushering her back into her room, scolding her for heading out into the cold without a coat and barefoot. He set the plastic bag on her desk, right next to the open biology textbook and [Name]'s notes. "So that's it, then."

[Name] crashed onto her chair. "What's it?"

"That's why you're crying."

[Name]'s brows seemed to dance; one rose in confusion, then fell into a frown with its pair, before finally bending into a grimace. "Cry—I'm not crying, though?" Yaku brushed the back of his finger up her lashes. [Name] blinked repeatedly, before flinching at the unexpected sensation of tiny water droplets hitting her face. She locked eyes with Yaku's knowing look. "…Oh God, I'm crying."

"Come here."

And she did as told, pressing her forehead against his cushioned stomach, inhaling the scent of his deodorant on his hoodie. "Sorry, I've just been kinda stressed lately." A few sniffles sounded as she wiped her eyes with her fingers. "I really need to save my biology grades or I'm done for."

"[Name], come on, it's only the first semester. You'll get it back up the next one."

"You trust me too much."

Yaku laughed, tracing his hands up and down her back in an attempt to soothe her. "I should. I'm sure you'll do fine. Don't you like biology?"

"Dude, I like plants, not learning however the fuck humans came to be."

[Name] pulled away and raked her fingers through her hair. Yaku smiled down at her, placing his palm atop her shoulder. "Trust me on this one, you'll do just fine."

"I need better than fine, though." Her eyes strayed to the open textbook, riddled with thousands of unreadable characters. A heavy sigh fell from her lips. "I should really go over some stuff, just to be sure."

"Here." The rustling of the plastic bag caught [Name]'s attention. Yaku knew her too well. "I brought snacks and your favorite ice-cream. We can review together."

"Morisuke, it's, like, three in the morning."

"We will review together."

[Name] giggled, accepting the package of blueberries Yaku had tossed to her. She popped a small handful into her mouth. "Thanks, dad. Hm, also, how'd you know?"

"Know what?"

"That I was crying."

Yaku blanked. "Uh, I just did." He shrugged his shoulders while opening the cans of whipped cream. "I just know. Here, no cheating." He passed one of the cans to [Name], who gingerly took it in her hands with glimmering eyes. Almost instantly, she coated her blueberries with whipped cream. "Oh, for fuck's sake, I said no cheating."

"Good thing there's no practice tomorrow." [Name] snorted loudly, watching how her friend hurried to fill his mouth with sugary whipped cream. She gulped down her fruit before joining him.

"You can crash at my place."

Yaku's words—albeit muffled by the amount of cream puffing his cheeks—brought a warm smile to her face. "Much appreciated. Okay, let me teach you about human evolution."

Together, they laughed the night away, tossing fruit into each other's mouth and playing with their cans of whipped cream. [Name] explained her biology material with exaggerated hand motions and always a spoonful of her favorite ice-cream flavor trapped between her fingers. It was the following morning while she flunked her test when she wished she had gotten more than an hour of sleep. But looking back, the nights in which she started talking about the evolution of human beings only to end up rambling about the thumb not being considered a finger by certain definitions were her favorite.

[marvelwomenarehot0]

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑩𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌.

Summary: Every night, you wake. Every day, another murder. No matter if you slept or not, little did you know that they watched over you every day…

Triggers/Warnings: Mentions of murder, murder/death, murder in depth, language, yelling, first fic, mentions of gagging, tell me if I missed anything,

Word count: 1025

The nightmares were no strangers to you anymore. They had started months and months ago, starting to blur into one endless nightmare. Everything felt strange though. Everything you dreamt, everything you saw in your dream happened. Not to mention the girls that constantly showed up. Who were they? You’d never seen their faces, not once. You’d only ever caught a glimpse of fiery red hair and a blonde braid. So familiar yet not close enough..

You awake again with a gasp. The night had gone the same as normal; a nightmare about those two girls looming over a dead body. You reach up and brush some hair away from your face, breathing heavy. Your eyes soon widen and you grab your phone. Again, an article of a man being killed. A groan slips past your lips and you slump down against your bed. The darkness of the night engulfed your room.

It truly didn't matter if you’d told someone. You’d told the cops before and they hadn’t believed you, calling you insane and to get lost. Why would nobody believe you? You had told them everything, and still nothing. The only people who listened were your best friends, the people you had known since you were kids. Wanda and Yelena. They always understood your annoyance and they actually listened to you. They understood your stories of what you saw and didn’t brush them away.

The sound of your phone ringing startled you. Reaching over, you answer the call. It was quiet on the other end for a few moments and you started to debate about hanging up before you started to hear crying. Your brows furrow and goosebumps arise on your arms.

“Help! Help please!”

Your blood ran cold, the cries were unending. Your eyes darted around your dark room. Everything was suddenly too dark. It was too quiet. Was that there before? Was that someone? No; you were just being paranoid. There was another pause on the line before a scream rang out loudly, the sickly sound of gargling and the sound of chopping made your blood run cold.

You ended the call immediately after that. Your palms were sweaty and your body was shaking as you slammed your phone down on the bed. Your hand flew up to your mouth and you closed your eyes. Who was that? What was that? You felt sick to your stomach.

Your phone vibrated against the bed. A message. As much as you wanted to leave it, you simply couldn’t. Curiosity and fear drove you to slowly lift up the phone and open the message.

The sight made you gag. The same number, yet a picture of a girl, surrounded in blood and stab marks laid there. Your gaze shifted from the picture down to the message that had finally been sent.

“We hope you enjoyed it милый! ;) P.S. You should remember to close your windows at night, who knows who would break in?”

Your eyes shot up at the sound of quiet footsteps. You were frozen in shock as the door to your bedroom opened and two masked people walked in. You should’ve screamed, you should’ve yelled but yet you couldn’t. It was terrifying.

The two slowly removed their masks, staring at you. You gasped. Not would you have ever guessed to see your two best friends, the people you had known since childhood standing in front of you with bloody knives.

The more you thought about it the more everything started to fall into place. Wanda and Yelena not being around at night or during the day occasionally, then coming over to you with blood under their nails. You understood. They were the two who were in your nightmares. You slept and you dreamt and you saw, almost predicted the murder, but what good could you do? At the end of the day, the two girls were still standing in front of you, watching the gears click and terror to arise.

“Get out! Get out!”

You finally scream, throwing anything you could reach at them. They deflect it almost immediately, shaking their heads. Yelena seized your arms and held them behind your back as you started to cry.

“Mommy she’s so cute! Why didn’t we take her sooner?” Yelena whined out, a pout falling on her face.

Wanda only ever cooed gently at you, seemingly ignoring the others comment as she pressed a cloth against your mouth. Within moments you were out cold. The blonde sets you down on your bed gently, tilting her head to the side.

“Yelena darling, what did I tell you about saying things before we got back home? Silly girl, don’t make mommy teach you a lesson.”

Wanda scolded as she picked you up. Yelena huffed but nodded slightly and stood up, rearranging your room as if nothing had happened at all.

“And dear, your killing was sloppy. There was way too much blood. I know you got excited thinking of our little pet here but you do that again and we could all have been caught. And then we would have never gotten to have our precious doll.”

Yelena let out a whine, nodding again as she followed behind Wanda with blind obedience. The collar she wore around her neck to symbolize her ownership to Wanda laid on her neck happily, PROPERTY OF WANDA strung across it. Yelena was hers, and she couldn’t be more proud of it.

Even as they left your room, as they left your house, as cars drove by, nobody would ever know. You were theirs. Nobody would dare to rescue you if they ever found out who had taken you, you would surely be pronounced dead. Your body hung in Yelena’s arms as they drove. This would be your new life now, and you had no say in any of it.

part 2?

[luciana-morningstar]

One Shot

Aged Up Characters

Donnie x FemOc (Hell's Heros AU)

Rated PG-13

TW: Mild swearing and mild kissing. Lots of fluff.

"Hell Tales"

:: So This Is Love? ::

Donatello startled awake at the sound of a small knock. He drowsily closed his eyes again, assuming it was just something in the outer tunnels.

Knock. Knock.

His eyes opened again and he tried to blink the fuzziness away as he slowly pulled himself from the world of slumber.

Nope. That was definitely not outside, that was the sound of a tiny fist knocking on the big metal door to his room back at the Lair.

"She must have had a nightmare."

Don turned his head, his brown eyed gaze meeting the deep phalo green gaze of his wife's and for a small moment he forgot about the tiny knocks and the words she had spoken and simply soaked in the picture that was her, her hooded green eyes dark with sleepiness, her opaline skin glimmering in the dim purple neon lighting from his tech in the room, her wine red hair so dark it appeared black, splayed out over her pillow and her shoulders.

And her peony pink lips upturning into a soft smile as she picked up every waking thought he was having through their mental bond.

"I'll go put her back to bed." Luciana said as she began to uncover herself and crawl over him.

Don turned over onto his carapace and grasped her by her hips, halting her movements.

Well now she was giving him a look that had him considering whether or not they would be going back to sleep.

"Stay. I'll go. You're always getting up. Let me." He finally spoke up, having been momentarily tongue tied by his own thoughts of the woman currently still being held hostage, straddling him.

"Are you sure?" She tilted her head to the side, something she did often in an inquisitive way. "You're usually the insomniac so I just always try to make sure you get any sleep you can.."

"And it's thoughtful of you to consider me like that, sugar." She leaned down towards him as he spoke, her smile turning languid with the usage of his favored pet name for her.

"But I got it. You get some sleep, love." He said, sitting up to close the distance between them, kissing her softly.

A gentle sigh from her had him smiling against her lips. He pulled back only enough to nuzzle his beak against her nose and then peck her lips again, and again ..and again.

"Eris..." Luciana whispered.

"Right, right, right, right. On it." He released her hips and she rolled to the side to flop back down into her spot, covering back up and snuggling adorably into her pillow.

Don stretched as he stood up and then proceeded to the big metal door of his room. He pressed a button off to the side and it slid open with a 'whoosh'.

His three and a half year old daughter sat on the other side, hugging her stuffed shark plushie her uncle Raph had crocheted for her.

"Hey, little girl. What are you doing out here?" He stooped down next to her and she turned her sleepy brown eyed gaze towards him.

"Bad dream." Her Rs were still a little difficult for her so it came out more like 'deem'.

"Bad dream? Well that just won't do, huh?" He held his arms open for her and she hastily clamored over to him with her shark and wrapped her little arms around his neck so he could pick her up.

Eris snuggled her face into his neck and he could hear as well as feel the little vibrations of the strange purring noise her and her mother could make.

"You wanna sleep with me and mama or do you want to be a big girl and go back to your room?" He asked her, rubbing his hand up and down her back in a soothing motion. He could feel the little leather segments that were still developing over her vertebrae.

She seemed to take her time thinking about it. Whether she didn't actually know or she just wanted to be close to him right now he wasn't sure.

"Big grr." she told him.

"Okay. Good girl." Donnie rubbed his cheek against her head and she started up her little purr engine again. He chuckled softly in response.

When he entered her room, a small alcove they had renovated in Don's absence, he set her down in her toddler bed and she looked up at him with wide frightened eyes.

"What is it, baby?" He asked her.

"Da, stay?" She requested. Don sighed and smiled at her.

"You want me to read to you?" He asked her. She stared at him again as she thought before she shook her head.

"Hmm. Okay." Now it was his turn to think. He remembered something from about a year ago when she went through a spell of not sleeping through the night.

"C'mere, nova." He held out his arms again and she crawled back over to him. He picked her up, her little arms wrapped around his neck once more and her face tucked into his neck.

He glanced to his right over to a large chest of drawers that held her clothes and the vintage record player on top.

Luciana had sung her to sleep when she was younger. So perhaps music would help her now as well. He flipped through the basket of vinyl next to the record player until he found the one he was looking for.

It was a record with only one song on it but the one song nonetheless was by far Lucian's favorite to sing to Eris when she couldn't sleep.

He carefully placed the vinyl onto the turntable and picked up the tonearm to set it on the disc. A tiny crackle of static indicated the player was on and he adjusted the volume a little lower so he wouldn't wake anyone.

He didn't actually know the song. But Luciana had told him it was from the Disney original "Cinderella" and that Eris had been fixated on the movie for a few weeks when she was younger, the colors and sounds had intrigued her to no end.

The female singer who had covered this particular version was very good, though, Don found the song even more pleasing when Luciana sang it.

"Mmm, so this is love, mmm, so this is love

So this is what makes life divine

I'm all aglow, mmm, and now I know

The key to all heaven is mine"

He had heard the song enough tines that he found himself humming along as he slowly swayed to the music while he held his daughter in his arms, smiling when she snuggled in closer to him.

"My heart has wings, mmm, and I can fly

I'll touch every star in the sky

So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of

Mmm, mmm, so this is love"

He continued to gently dance with his daughter cradled close to him as the song moved into a piano solo, throwing in a slow spin here and there.

"Mmm, mmm

I'll touch every star in the sky

So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of

Mmm, mmm, so this is love"

By the end of the short song he could feel the steady even breathing of Eris as the breaths from her slightly parted lips tickled at the skin of his neck.

She was knocked out cold and he, as gently as he could, laid her back into her bed and tucked her in before switching off the record player and switching on her little galaxy projector nightlight.

His gaze trailed back down to Eris and he smiled, brushing his fingertips over her purple freckle dusted cheek.

His little nova. He truly treasured every moment with her and how close they had become. He was a die hard girl dad now, that was certain, going so far as to help her pick out her outfits everyday and buying anything adorable he happened to find online.

And you bet he made sure she was dressed the cutest. Every. Day. She was his little princess.

He even had Lux teach him how to braid and how to brush her hair and help her with it. Now Eris only went to him every morning to get help with her mane of copper hair that curled loosely like her mother's. He loved it. Loved every second of it.

And he loved how Leo lamented over Eris now choosing to spend more time with Don rather than her uncle. It was all in jest though that he teased Leo about it. Leo knew how much Don adored his daughter.

Eris sighed in her sleep and rolled to the side, hugging her shark plushie close and he leaned down to softly, very very (that's two verys) softly, kiss her temple before he turned and left the room, leaving her door just slightly cracked.

"How'd it go?" Lux asked him as he reentered his room. Well, their room really.

"If she requires me to dance her to sleep again, count me all the way in." He smiled at his wife.

Luciana returned his smile as he climbed back into bed and pulled her over to him.

"You danced her to sleep? That's adorable. You know, you're failing at that whole 'emotionally unavailable bad boy' image you worked so hard to create." She teased, her finger tips tracing lazy patterns over the soft skin that connected his shell to his plastron, causing him to shiver.

"I'm only emotionally available to you and E. Everyone elae can fuck off." He told her snootily, causing her to laugh.

"My big softie." Lux cooed, placing a soft kiss to his neck.

Don hummed in response, his eyes closing. He hadn't realized how tired he actually was until he had gotten comfortable again. However tired he may be though he couldn't ignore the desire spreading like warm fingers through his body, emanating from Luciana's side of the bond.

Another hum, ending in a rumbling churr vibrated in his plastron as she trailed feather light kisses across his clavicle.

They had almost allowed themselves to completely block out the outside world, Luciana still tracing soft patterns over his skin with her fingers even as she continued her trail of kisses up his neck,when a soft knocking was heard at the door again.

"Well. Bootyshaker9000. Time to dance again." Lux giggled.

"She was out cold, I swear." He sat up and looked down at Lux who smiled and shrugged.

"Maybe she just misses you?" She offered. "You have been gone for a week dealing with that bullshit in Cyberhex..that was the longest she's gone without seeing you."

"Computer." Donnie called out into the room.

"Authorization required." His own voice, though far more robotic, answered back.

"Alpha-Bootyyyshaker9000." He replied, rubbing at his tired eyes.

"Authorization accepted."

"Open door." He ordered. The metal door whooshed open once more and he heard tiny bare feet pad into the room against the chilly cement floor.

"Come on baby girl. You miss daddy don't you?" Luciana leaned over Don's legs to hoist their daughter up onto the bed that was taller than her.

Eris nodded, even while gently chewing on her pointer finger and clutching her shark plushie.

"Close door." Don called out again and the door to his room slid closed with a hiss.

Eris crawled over to Don as he scooted to lay back down, tucking herself in against his plastron with her shark between them. He lifted the weighted satin comforter, something he had spirited away from their room in Hell, and Lux scooted over to sandwhich their daughter between them. He closed his eyes, exhaustion creeping up on him.

"Donnie?" Lux whispered.

"Hm?" He popped one eye open.

"She's already out." She chuckled softly.

Don looked down at his daughter who, indeed, was out like a light already. He smiled.

"Daddy's girl. She's a total daddy's girl." Luciana shook her head as he closed his eyes again, a soft chuff was his only response as he too drifted off back to sleep with his arm draped over Lux's hip, and his little girl snuggled against his chest.

[cyber-streak-extra]

The ITP: Happy Ending AU is made @maraariana01

Title: Sick Day with The Bunny

Today was a Monday, Spring Bonnie had noticed. The bunny made his way towards his son’s room, planning on checking to see if he was awake, and to drive him to school once he was ready.

He was awake, but, something seemed noticeably wrong. Spring Bonnie’s ears lowered. Oswald was under his covers, Jackie sitting beside him on the edge of the bed.

As he moved closer, he noticed that Jackie was holding a tiny container, which had some sort of liquid in it. As Oswald coughed, she held it out for her son. The boy frowned.

“Sorry, honey,” She gently responded, “You’ve got to take it, okay?”

Oswald nodded, taking the little container. He stared at the liquid for a few seconds, before sighing, and drinking it. He gagged, but managed to swallow whatever the liquid was.

“Good,” Jackie took the container from her son.

As Spring Bonnie moved closer, his footsteps alerted the two of them, and Jackie turned away from her son, and faced the bunny.

“Hey...” Oswald waved. His voice sounded... different.

Spring Bonnie took out his notepad and pen, writing something down—although it seemed to be getting a little difficult due to the ink—it just seemed to be running out.

“What’s the matter?” He wrote.

“He’s just a little sick.” Jackie sighed. She would’ve liked to stay here and watch him, but it still wasn’t too bad—and her job was always rather demanding. She’d have to leave a lot to help Oswald, but they weren’t going to allow that.

Spring Bonnie hadn’t seen Thomas, so the bunny assumed that he must have already left. “Spring Bonnie,” Jackie started, “While I’m gone, do you think you could watch him for me?”

Since she’d first noticed him in the room, she must have been able to tell how the bunny seemed concerned. She added, “He’ll be fine. This just happens sometimes, Spring Bonnie. We get sick.”

Jackie knew that the bunny knew of her job as a nurse, but did he actually know about human sickness or anything like that? Aside from when Oswald got bitten, the bunny hadn’t seen any of them hurt or sick before.

Spring Bonnie nodded. “I can.” He wrote down.

“Here, give me your notepad for a second, please.” She held out her free hand. Another nod, and the bunny carefully handed it to her.

He was going to hand her his pen, but it seemed like the bunny didn’t need to do so—as she already had her own. Silently, she began writing on one of the pages.

As she did so, Spring Bonnie moved around to one of the sides of the bed, kneeling down beside it and Oswald. He reached over, gently grasping one of his son’s hands.

Spring Bonnie’s ears shot up in surprise when Oswald suddenly—and loudly—sneezed. “Bless you,” He heard Jackie, who was still writing, say.

Eventually, Jackie tapped his shoulder to get Spring Bonnie’s attention, and he turned. She was holding the notepad out for him. He took it with the hand that wasn’t holding Oswald’s.

He scanned over it. At the top were the words “Instructions”, and below had to be them—there seemed to be a type of medicine she listened (with there even being a little picture). It seemed to be what Jackie had given Oswald a few moments ago.

“I’ve got to go now.” She stood up, making her way towards Oswald’s bedroom door. Before Jackie disappeared out of the room, she turned back for a moment, waving.

...

“How did this happen?” Oswald glanced at the notepad, rubbing at his watery eyes.

The boy sighed and sniffled. “W... well, a few days ago,” He startled, clearing his throat. Spring Bonnie listened. “Dylan was... he was sick. And he was around me.”

“I... I guess that’s how I got sick...” He frowned.

Spring Bonnie’s ears twitched. He would’ve frowned. The bunny had heard of Dylan before—he was a kid at Oswald’s school, who seemed to enjoy bullying his son—and not just in this year or the one before.

Some days, Oswald would complain about Dylan, and it just made the bunny more upset whenever he heard anything about the boy. Why did he want to mess with his son? He shouldn’t be bullied.

The bunny and his son heard the sound of the door moving—and when Spring Bonnie looked, it seemed like the noise had been caused by Jinx.

The cat walked around the room, before stopping in front of the bed. She looked around for a moment, before jumping up onto the bunny—his ears shooting up in surprise—before jumping off of him, and landing on the bed.

She glanced back at Spring Bonnie for a moment, giving a quick hiss at the bunny, before moving to lay on Oswald’s side.

...

From the instructions that Jackie had left him, now seemed like the time to give his son more of that medicine that he had seen earlier. The bunny left the bedroom, making his way to the kitchen.

The medicine was left out on the table, where Spring Bonnie would easily be able to find and get it, instead of searching through some of the cabinets.

After the bunny gathered everything, he made his way back to his son’s room. He had the medicine, but some water, too—and some food that Jackie’s little instructions said that Oswald could have.

As he reached the bed, Jinx hopped off, and left the room. He sat down beside the bed, carefully handing the medicine to Oswald—which was in another little container.

He pointed at it, and then Oswald. Drink.

Oswald hated this medicine. But, he nodded, hurriedly putting it into his mouth. He reached over, grabbing the water that Spring Bonnie had brought, and sipped it.

Spring Bonnie gave his son a little thumbs up, before handing his son the food. He was probably hungry.

...

Even though he was sick, Oswald didn’t want to just lay there doing nothing. So, he picked out one of his video games that he beat countless times, and started to play.

Spring Bonnie watched curiously from where he sat. He knew what video games were, he’d seen some before—back through the ball pit and in the pizzeria, there had been some arcade games. But, these ones were different.

Oswald noticed how his adoptive bunny father was watching, and glanced at him, not bothering to pause the video game. “Do you... want to try?”

Spring Bonnie shook his head, and motioned for his son to continue. He partially did want to try, he did—but, he didn’t want to break anything accidentally.

Oswald nodded, turning away from him, and refocusing on the game just in time to avoid a game over.

...

After a while, the decision had been made to watch one of Oswald’s favorite monster movies—which, surprisingly, Spring Bonnie hadn’t seen until now—he’d just seen a lot of different other films.

It was interesting.

As the movie was nearing its credits, Oswald tiredly yawned, leaning against the bunny, and closing his eyes—although he wasn’t asleep.

Spring Bonnie paused the movie. When the decision had been made, the two of them had decided to watch it in the living room. He used his coat to keep Oswald warm, just in case he got cold.

He guessed he should bring his son back to his room now, maybe Oswald would prefer to be there—especially if he went to sleep. Carefully, Spring Bonnie picked up his son, and got off the couch.

When the movie had still been going, Spring Bonnie had given him more of that medicine, and listened to the rest of the instructions, so he didn’t need to do much else for a bit.

Oswald kept his eyes closed. He was tired.

Soon enough, the two of them reached the bedroom, and Spring Bonnie placed him back under the covers, carefully removing the coat from the boy in the process.

Oswald felt himself being tucked in. And he thought that was it. But, with Spring Bonnie still leaning down from tucking him in, the boy felt something gentle, yet cold, against his forehead.

His eyes opened barely, and he saw Spring Bonnie pulling away, before closing them again. The bunny must have given him a forehead kiss.

Thanks, dad. Oswald thought to himself, before drifting off to sleep.

...

Spring Bonnie tucked his son in, carefully removing the coat from him in the process—he didn’t want his son to be too hot under there or anything.

Remaining lowered, the bunny moved closer, ear’s twitching gently. Once the bunny was close enough, he gently pressed his ‘lips’ against his son’s forehead, before backing up.

He sat down on the floor of the bedroom. Rest well, son, The bunny thought to himself. He hoped this sickness would fade quickly. He wanted his son better.

But, no matter what, the bunny was going to be there for his son.

[companionwolf]

Prompt 14 for central?

prompt: 14. discussing your futures

au/verse: isekai AU

cw/tws: uhhhh I dunno

summary: Wolf and Central talk about that nebulous place, that thing just out of their reach for now-- after the war.

Central finds them standing out on the flight deck, drumming their fingers against the railing and staring absently up at the sky. Out here, in the wilderness, there's little light pollution-- the stars gleam overhead, and Central wishes he felt the same sense of wonder they must feel.

Instead the stars just make him sick.

As he approaches, Central calls out quietly, as not to startle them with silence-- "Commander."

Wolf turns, looks at him, and for a moment he sees their face alight with terror. Then they calm, inhale, exhale.

"Hey, Central," they say as he joins them at the rail. "I know why I'm awake-- why are you awake?"

Central places a hand on the rail, feels the cold of the metal bite into his palm. He does not look at them. "Just couldn't sleep," he says finally.

Wolf hums, gazing back skywards now. "Same."

For a while the pair stand in the quiet, and then Central begins to point out constellations, planets. Wolf listens with rapt attention, nodding and asking questions.

"You know," they say after another stretch of quiet lengthens between them, "I used -- where I came from, I couldn't see stars." Their voice chokes a little; Central frowns at them.

"Before the war, yeah," he agrees.

Wolf shakes their head. Central frowns deeper.

"I mean, yeah," they say. "But I-- my body--"

They cut themselves off, obviously trying not to cry. For a moment they struggle to keep composure, and then they ask, voice cracking, "Is this forever?"

"I'm not following," Central says.

"When this is done," Wolf explains. "Whether we win or we lose, is this-- am I this forever? This body, this world? I don't-- everything I know isn't here. All my friends, all my stuff, everything."

Central hesitates, gingerly reaches a hand to cover the one of theirs still tap tap tapping fingertips on the railing. The noise ceases.

"You have the troops," he offers. "The senior staff. Me. We can find somewhere nice for you; we can make this a place that you know."

"But this would be after," Wolf presses. "If there even is an after--!"

"There will be, Commander," he says, and his face softens. "I wouldn't... I wouldn't be building the house if I didn't believe there will be."

Wolf looks at him, teary eyed. "You're building the house?" Their voice wobbles something bad.

"It was a personal project I was doing just to fill the time at first," Central admits, "but when I met you, I realized I had a actual reason to make sure it got done. Give you somewhere to live, after."

"By myself..."

Central shakes his head. "I'll be there."

Wolf rubs at their eyes with the back of a wrist. "But is that what you want? After?" they ask.

"Honestly, yeah," Central says. "Some peace and quiet when this is all done would be really nice."

Wolf gazes past him, at something he can't see. "Is it what you'd imagined?" Their voice is quiet. "Did I screw it up for you? By taking their place, being here instead?"

"No," he says, "it's not quite what I pictured. You're much nicer than they ever were." He smiles a little. "I think you made it better, really."

"...Why rescue them at all, then?" they question.

Central leans against the railing.

"First it was just a sense of duty," he says. "Not leaving a man behind. Then I thought maybe if I could save them, we could-- I don't know, I could make a better impression."

He shrugs. "Doesn't matter now, anyway."

There's quiet again.

Then, Wolf whispers, "I guess in a way I'm free now. Right? It just... I'm without everything I had. The cost of it is everything I knew and loved."

"I'm sorry, Wolf," Central says, and it feels odd, to use his superior's name, but it feels correct too. "None of us asked for this-- for the war, for you to get caught up in it, but it's here and so are you."

Wolf sighs, meets his eyes. "I'm not gonna ask you to promise," they say shakily. "I'm not, but..."

"But what?"

"You're set on being there? With me? After?"

"It's one of the few things I know for sure," Central answers. "I'll be there, Commander."

"Don't say it like a certainty, like it's a promise," Wolf says, and their face is in his shoulder now. "Don't say it that way; you'll jinx us both, Central."

Central cautiously reaches around them and brings them into a hug. For a second he feels them stiffen, and then relax again.

"Okay," he says. "Okay, no certainty, no promise."

Wolf doesn't reply, just cries softly against him. Central holds them, and stares past at the moon.

If there's a God in this place and he's actually listening for once, he thinks, let us have after.

[petrifiedcrange]

Stede startles when he hears the quiet but unmistakeable words, as if he was so lost in his panic and premature grief that the idea that Izzy could wake up, just like that, and scold him for not leaving him behind didn't occur to him. And it didn't. Not the second part, at least.

The momentary bloom of joy and hope he feels when his eyes meet tired and heavy-lided but very much alive and conscious eyes of his first mate withers quickly under the heavy implication of Izzy's words, the small relieved smile turning into a deep frown upon Stede's face.

❝ Israel, ❞ the use of Izzy's full first name usually happens under two sets of circumstances: either Stede is admonishing him, using the full name to assert his dominance as the captain, or is being incredibly tender... his current tone of voice and the strict gaze that hides pain within suggest that Stede is going for the first option, ❝ You know I could never do that. ❞

It's not exactly true, the 'never' part, because Stede of a few months ago, who saw Izzy as some caricature villain in his and Edward's story ( back when both his and Izzy's worlds revolved exclusively around Edward ), a competition, might have.

But a lot of things changed since then. Both his relationships with Edward and Izzy evolved, and now he cannot picture himself leaving him behind, especially when he's so seriously injured, in his wildest dreams.

A touch at his wrist attracts Stede's attention and he looks down to see Izzy holding onto his hand, and the sight is so unexpected – from what Stede saw, though he was getting better at accepting care and affection from the crew, Izzy was still quite reluctant when it came to such displays of affection, especially when he was the one initiating – it sends a jolt of nausea right down to his stomach ( not the gesture itself, of course, but the fact that Izzy must be feeling really poorly to initiate such contact ). He then looks up at his face again in the meager candle light of the brig, eyes wide and searching, actually takes a moment to sit in silence and listen to their breathing, his own soft and even one and Izzy's heavy and uneven one, clocking onto a strange wet quality of Izzy's breathing that he really doesn't like because it sounds vaguely life-threatening, and realizes that the fact that Izzy is awake right now in no way automatically means that he's going to be okay.

The realization sends icy fear shooting through his veins, and Stede gulps and blinks rapidly, trying to hold himself together as his eyes grow wet again.

Izzy's next words are a welcome distraction, because not only he sounds like himself which plants a tiny seed of hope in Stede's soul again but there's no heat behind the insult.

Only worry.

For him, Stede.

It startles a smile, fragile, with his eyes still wet, but warm and genuine, out of him and Stede can't help but shift slightly to hold Izzy more securely with one arm so he can raise his now free hand and brush a loose strand of hair off the other man's forehead – a gesture as close to caress as he thinks the first mate would allow.

❝ My place is with the crew, ❞ Stede nods, because it is true, then his smile grows tender, achingly so, as he looks Izzy in the eye, and now the use of his full name is both light admonishment and tenderness all wrapped into one, ❝ But, Israel, so is yours. They care about you. They love you. They would be devastated if something happened to you. ❞

Stede's smile grows mischievous — he forces it, trying to be brave, strong, like a good captain should be — even as candle light reflects off a single tear that traces down his cheek, the tear he couldn't hold in.

❝ So... ❞ he takes a long, shuddering breath to keep other tears at bay, ❝ Let's think about how to get out of here and back home, so you can rest and recover in much more comfortable conditions. ❞

Izzy was getting slow in his old age, didn't react to the princely prick until he'd already been shot by him. Too old to be a pirate, it seemed, as retirement was calling his name. And retirement for pirates meant only one thing; death.

He didn't even have the energy to fight too hard when Stede came back to help him along, didn't have the energy to do much besides stare woozily at the blue coats that surround them, half hoping it's the rest of the crew being fools, coming back to help, but knowing that wasn't the case. Then, he doesn't even have the energy to stay awake, only bemoan the fact that he was going to die on an English ship.

Eyes open just a slit, taking in everything. The tight pull of bandages across his chest, the pain rocking through his entire body, the dark room, the bars of a prison, and the warmth of another body, of soft arms curled round him - not when accompanied by the desperate babbling of a familiar voice.

It isn't hard to guess, who has gotten themselves in a shit situation, all for Izzy's sake.

"I told you to fuck off and leave me behind." he mumbled, cutting through whatever plea Stede was making. Admittedly, he hadn't thought that capture was imminent when he'd stubbornly tried to push Stede away, but the point stood. He could be waking up in trouble by himself, not having to worry about the other man when he could barely even shift without pain rocking through his body and a hiss escaping between his teeth.

Still, his fingers curl around Stede's wrist, breath coming out uneven, uneasy. He didn't have to ask to know that he was far from safe, fragile. He could feel it with every breath he took, thick and almost watery, blood in his lungs, perhaps. "You should be with the others. Safe on the revenge. Dumb fuck." There's no heat behind the insult, but worry. It was one thing to be faced with his own mortality, but he'd rather be doing it alone if it meant Stede safe with the others.

[switchspencer]

good evening yes i will would you like to discuss middle of the night “it’s raining outside and i got lonely” sex with spencer?

okay YES because middle of the night sex is sex with IMMACULATE VIBES and ESPECIALLY if it’s raining this is literally the most elite combination of things??

this went a little bit far and there’s actually two sort of blurbs under here.... yikes

word count: 1.5k (the first blurb is 500 words and the other is 1k)

ship: afab! reader x spencer reid

warnings: a storm, penetrative sex, implied creampie, neck kissing, sleepy sex, i think that’s pretty much it!!

i imagine it in one of two ways:

if you’re dating, he’s cuddled up to you. being the big spoon, pressed against your back, his crotch against your ass, his face nestled into the crook of your neck.

he whispers, “are you awake?” his voice is raspy and low, thick with sleep even though he hasn’t been successfully in drifting off yet, and so quiet you can barely even hear it over the pitter patter sounds of the rain at the window. you nod, barely visible in the dim lighting, but he feels it.

his fingers move from where they’re interlocked with yours, skimming over the exposed skin at your waist where your pyjama top has ridden up.

you use your right knee to shift yourself, pushing your body further into his, properly facing him. he doesn’t say anything. neither do you. but your eyes meet, and you can just about make out the outline of his nose as he leans in to kiss you. soft. his fingers following the trail upwards to your nipple, and rolling the left one between his thumb and forefinger. you lift your hips upwards, and feel him grin against your mouth. your hand comes to rest at the nape of his neck, using the hair there as leverage.

his crotch meets yours. he’s hard, really hard, and you gasp. he revels in the noise, it only spurs him to kiss you harder, wiggling his hips to make quick work of his pyjama pants. clumsily, with the hand that isn’t in his hair, you do the same with your own.

surprisingly (or, perhaps, unsurprisingly) you’re wet already. who could really blame you, your incredibly hot boyfriend is so insatiable for you that he’s forgoing precious hours of sleep.

neither of you strip all the way off. he slips inside of you. it’s almost unceremonious, like you’re just meant to slot together like that, nothing out of the ordinary happening. and in a way, it isn’t, you’ve had sex plenty of times. but there’s something different about this time. the way his mouth devours you, the way every move feels measured and thought out.

there’s no loud moans. no cries of each others names. there’s a veil of peace and content shrouding you that neither of you wants to pierce. it’s all quiet gasps, swallowed by his mouth or breathed into his neck while you adorn it with kisses. not harsh ones that will leave marks, just light ones. a small trail down to his collarbone before he captures your lips with his again. his breathing increasing in tandem with your own as he thrusts, your hand threading through the one resting next to your head. the other pulling desperately at his back. to hold him closer to you.

his thumb rubbing over your clit as he slips in and out of you. your head tipping back, biting back a moan as your releases find each other. the pitter patter of the rain never intruding on the moment. just serving as a peaceful backdrop as you lose yourselves in one another.

-

OR version two: you’re on a case together and he can’t sleep. he hears you leave your room, so he pokes his head around his door. you’d gone to the vending machine at the end of the hall to get a snack.

you almost jump out of your skin when you turn around and see him, tousled bed hair, head peaking around the frame of his bedroom door.

“oh,” he breathes, a mock whisper, “sorry i didn’t mean to frighten you. i just wondered who was walking around.”

“just me,” you reply sheepishly, briskly walking the four steps down the hallway to meet him so that your voices don’t draw out the rest of your team on the floor, “sorry, did i wake you?”

he shakes his head, “no. no i was already awake.”

“you can’t sleep either?”

“no.”

“do you want to come and sit with me?”

he tips his head, considering it for a moment. it really isn’t that big a deal, you’ve hung out on plenty of occasions. even shared a bed once, although that time every single breath he’d breathed had caught in his throat whenever you came within an inch of him, his heart leaping out of his chest.

“you don’t have to,” you follow up, and watch his eyes widen, “you just could if you want to. i know it’s no fun being awake alone.”

he presses his lips together thoughtfully, “um, if it’s not too much bother. i wouldn’t want to impose.”

“i invited you,” you say, turning around and using the key card to open your bedroom door, “come in.”

he follows you into the room. there’s a double bed, and your lamp has been left on. you’d had it off when you were trying to sleep, but the storm outside is pretty bad. as if to illustrate your point, there’s a loud rumble, and you’re so startled you almost jump, your hand flying to your chest.

“i wasn’t expecting that,” you laugh.

“there’s a storm coming in from the east,” he informs you, walking in and hovering awkwardly by your bed.

“sit down,” you instruct, “make yourself comfortable.”

you clamber onto the bed yourself. the curtains are shut, but you don’t miss the flash of the lightning that comes two beats after the thunder.

“did you know it takes the sound of thunder approximately 5 seconds to travel one mile?”

“i didn’t,” you reply, crossing your legs, “is it true that you can guess when the lightning will strike based on the thunder sound? i remember hearing about that as a child but i didn’t know if it was true.”

he doesn’t reply for a second. mostly because your pyjama shorts rode up when you crossed your legs, exposing a sizeable amount of skin that he hadn’t been privy to seeing before. he swallows, and your eyes fall down to where his gaze is sat, approximately a milisecond before he tears it away.

the tips of his ears turning pink, his voice cracks on the first syllable, “y-yes, that is actually true.”

“huh,” you nod, “do you want to look at the lightning?”

“w-what?”

right on cue, there’s another rumble. it lasts one, two, three, four, five seconds.

you pull back the curtains, wiggling forward. he follows your lead. the window is only small so you end up pressed against one another as you look at it. all darkness, the window pane smeared with rain that’s beaten down against it. his body is warm, and your heart hammers in your chest at the sensation of your shoulders pressed together. you swear his knees shake before he settles down more properly, sitting on the balls of his feet.

flash. the lightning lasts all of five seconds, but you’re not looking at it after maybe three. instead, you’re looking at him, the last fragments of it reflected in the lenses of his glasses.

“do you like storms?”

“i’m not the biggest fan,” he admits.

you’re staring right at him. you see his adam’s apple bob. it does twice before he caves and looks at you. in the lamplight, you can see his pupils dilate, the honey absorbed right before your eyes. there’s a static in the air that the storm can’t be blamed for.

neither of you move. a game of almost chicken. you don’t want to be the one to make the first move incase it’s something he doesn’t want, something he’s unprepared for. but his gaze drops from your lips and back to your eyes, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip and it’s so obvious that it must be deliberate. it must be deliberate because he’s a profiler and he knows better, knows what those kind of non-verbal cues suggest. so when you tilt your head, the faintest bit, and his follows in the same direction you know what’s happening.

there’s a warmth in the air between your lips, searing hot, and your heart thrums with nerves. your nerves couldn’t possibly be quelled, it’s too much, but your knees can’t quite adjust to the movement of your weight and you tip forward, hand resting on his shoulder. if he wanted to stop you, if he didn’t want to do this, now would be an opportune time to stop you but he doesn’t. he stares at you, imploring you to come closer, pursing his lips.

he’s a blur. you’re so close to his face that the features can’t be made out anymore and it’s him, it’s spencer, the one who finally closes the gap and kisses you.

really kisses you. it starts off slow. gentle. tentative. the heat radiates off his hand but he doesn’t bring it to your waist until you lean in to deepen the kiss. and then he holds you.

it moves so far so fast. the kissing is hurried, enthusiastic, as if now you’ve started you can’t quite fathom how you’d go about stopping. shedding clothes, thrown behind you in your haste. the rumble of thunder is the soundtrack as you pepper kisses all down his body, sucking marks that will purple right above his hipbone. pressing him back against the headboard. when he looks up at you, glasses slipping down his nose, he’s no longer the picture of innocence.

it happens so fast you’re not sure how you get there but what you do know is you’re on top of him, riding him, both so fucking loud that you’re not sure even the sounds of the storm can drown you out.

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[mountswhore]

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 — mason mount

summary: you were getting tired of listening to mason’s problems with his girlfriend, so you plan on confronting him. until he shows up at your door.

notes: requests are open! btw i know i use the same job in a lot of these, it just makes them meeting easier.

“She doesn’t compare to you. No one does.” + “I’ll take the couch.” + “It’s us against the world.”

for @mountswdw

It was tiring, far beyond that, actually. Hearing the same leave his mouth words over and over, the same look on his face, it enervated you. You were exhausted with having Mason appear at your door at stupid o’clock, venting to you about his ‘girlfriend’ and their issues, and all you could do was listen. You’d tried giving him advice the first few times, but he never took it. You don’t even think he took it into consideration. and girlfriend was entirely the wrong word to use, they were more friends with benefits. That’s how she saw their relationship anyway. It was exceptionally worse, because you liked him so much. You wanted to scream in his face and tell him she’s pushing him around, but you couldn’t, it would ruin your friendship.

Mason was sat opposite you, pulling you out of sleep, just to talk to you about her. It felt as if he knew you liked him, and decided to torture you by giving you the inside scoop into their time-bomb of a relationship. You were curled up on the sofa, blanket still wrapped around you as you tried to cling onto your sleep, barely listening to him whine about how his girlfriend seemed like she didn’t care anymore. Your eyelids were so close to shutting again, but you managed to keep them open for Mason. As much as his girlfriend angered you, Mason was your friend and you had to be there for him. You wanted to.

“I think I might call it quits,” Mason sighed softly, eyes finally meeting yours after twenty minutes of squeezing them shut in anger, “I’m gonna do it.” He psyched himself up for it, attempting to steady his breathing. You were surprised the first time he said this, thinking you’d actually gotten through to him. But two days later, his Instagram story was filled with pictures of them both on a nice date. It ruined your Friday night in.

“Okay, Mase.” You whispered, standing up from your seat on the couch. You’d been sat there for so long that your exposed skin was now cold again, creating a strip of goosebumps that lined your side and legs. “You can stay here, if you want. You know where the spare bedding is.” It felt like a script at this point, repeating the same things to him as he found solace in you after an argument with his girlfriend.

“Yeah,” Mason conceded, watching with an achy heart as you shifted towards your stairs, “goodnight, Y/N.” Hearing him say your name never failed to give you butterflies, no matter how tired you were of hearing his complaints.

“Night, Mase.” Was all you said back as you reached your room, diving back into the now-cold sheets. Mason had set up his usual makeshift bed in the living room, your couch was actually comfier than most. That’s why he never hesitated to sleep on it. But his night was anything but full of sleep, despite the argument being fresh on his mind still, he was thinking about you.

Your friendship was different now than it was before. Before his girlfriend. You’d met when you were a trainee-massage therapist. Chelsea’s massage therapist had been kind enough to let you shadow him for a week, showing you the ins-and-outs of what his job was like. And you’d made friends with a few of the Chelsea boys, but ultimately caught Mason’s eye. Soon enough, you’d been offered a job alongside this massage therapist and here you were. Friendly flirting with Mason during work hours and after. Nothing came of it, you both saw it as flirty banter, and were good friends. Until his girlfriend came around.

Mason told himself he valued his friendship with you over potentially pushing it further, so tried to get over you. With Ella. Ella seemed sweet to begin with, but when Mason started coming to you for comfort, that’s when you saw how terrible their relationship was. She’d seen it differently to Mason, who felt it was more romantic than sexual. To say it stung to hear about his sexcapades with Ella, was an understatement. That’s when you began to grow tired of it, hearing about them constantly. It was the only time you’d talk really, apart from when you were having a session with him at work.

Laying there for two hours, putting himself in your shoes, it had all come together for him. He was cursing himself as he’d walked up the stairs, to give you more than just a fraction of the attention you’d gotten so used to. He’d imagined only seeing you when you complained about a boy you’d been seeing, and it dampened his mood. But thinking about you seeing another boy, that’s what made his feet move rapidly to your room. Knowing what he’d put you through for the past few months, it made him mad at himself. He’d never let someone treat him like this, so why should he treat his closest friend like this?

“Y/N,” you heard from behind you, startling you as you looked around in the dark, “are you awake?” Matching the voice to Mason’s, it calmed you down a bit. It wasn’t just a random intruder who knew your name and was considerate enough to let you know they’d broken in. “Y/N,” he repeated, his finger tracing down the arch of your back, “please wake up.”

“What’s up, Mase?” You somnolently questioned, yawning as he came into view. Your lamp was now on, illuminating his bloodshot eyes and tired smile. It was only something you’d wish to wake up to every morning. He said nothing, but pulled you into a hug. His arms a tight yet perfect fit around you, a small kiss was pressed to your shoulder as you shifted. Mason never wanted to let you go.

It was moments like this that slowly killed you inside. You and Mason had cuddled before, on one of the nights he’d come over after an argument, he’d snuggle up to you on the couch as you finished watching your movie. It would be a gentle night of intimacy, feelings locked away due to his relationship, and yet he’d still choose her. He’d always go back to Ella, so much so, it made you wonder what she had to make him crawl back each time.

Mason was now in bed with you, head on your chest and enjoying your warmth. He felt a lot better now, having you in his arms, giving you the attention you deserved. But this wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t want another cuddle with a friend, you wanted him. But you knew his heart still belonged to Ella. He’d fallen asleep pretty quickly, so you’d rolled him off of you and gotten some sleep for yourself before work tomorrow. Where you’d see him.

Throughout your day, you’d caught eyes with him a few times. He’d give you a cheeky grin and sometimes even sing your name as he walked past you. You told yourself not to be hopeful for Mason’s breakup with Ella, because it had never happened before. But not once had he mentioned her to you over the course of the day. A smile had been plastered to your face as you left your office for the day, you could no longer push the hope away, Mason could finally be calling it quits with her.

Until you saw that damned white Golf. She was stood there, a smirk upon her face, Mason jogging up to her and getting into the car. Your mood flattened, making your drive home depressing and your arrival even worse. Your bed still unmade, the creases from Mason moving around in his sleep last night. His jacket was still here, hung on the door of your bedroom. The note he left on your bathroom mirror saying ‘thank you for everything you do <3’, because he knew you’d see it there. Everything in your house reminded you of him, you’d never escape the love you had for this man.

And there you were, back on your couch again. Mason was clearly sticking with Ella this time, so it was a quiet night in for you. This time last year, when Mason actually seemed to be your friend, he’d be round most nights and you’d be arguing over who’s having the last Cornetto and what to watch. But now, it’s like you’re not even his friend. You’re his therapist. You could barely pay attention to the movie you were watching, your mind relaying the scene you’d witnessed today. Seeing him curled up in your bed this morning, and then running to his girlfriends car this afternoon. You’d decided enough was enough.

“I’m gonna confront this asshole,” you mumbled to yourself, changing out of your pyjamas and into a warmer outside attire, “he either stops coming to me about his fucking relationship, or he leaves me alone.” You were psyching yourself up, something you’d mirrored Mason doing a million times before. You’d spent so much time together, you were almost the same person. Sliding into your shoes, you grabbed the door handle. You either cried or screamed at him, no in between. You yanked the handle down to open your door, almost jumping out of your skin when you saw Mason at your door.

“Mason?” You questioned whether you were seeing things or he was actually clinging onto you and weeping into your shoulder. “Why are you here? What happened?” You wanted to be angry at him, you wanted to tell him how tired you were of hearing him complain about his girlfriend nonstop, but not even the worst argument could keep you from comforting him.

“I’m sorry,” he cried, tears staining the material of your hoodie, “I never meant to treat you like this. You mean everything to me.” You brought him inside and sat him on your couch, seeing yourself where you were last night. Only this time you were more concerned. Mason had never cried in front of you, and you still hadn’t found out why.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry for making it feel like I only need you when I argue with Ella.” He simply stated, his large hand wrapped quite tightly around yours. “I promise I need you all the time, you get me through everything. I’d be nowhere without you, you know that. But I’m done, we’re done. I know you saw me getting into her car earlier, but I did it. I finally finished things with her.”

You were knocked out of breath, processing what you’d just heard. After months of having to pick up the pieces, there was no more of that. And not only had he surprised you by following through with his word, he’d apologised. Your Mason was back.

“Really?” You asked, unsure of whether to believe him or not. He just nodded and opened his arms, you falling into them almost instantly. “I mean I’m sorry, but I’m kind of glad. Nobody should make you feel that unhappy, that frequently.” He responded by squeezing you tighter, his hands gently grazing your sides. You wondered if this was going to be the moment a chance would appear — an opportunity for you to tell Mason how you felt about him.

Mason pulled away from your hug, his eyes catching yours briefly before he stared down at your lips. You felt like you were in a haze, eyes half closed as you stared back at him. You were entranced by him and you hadn’t felt as relieved as you did in months. Mason took this chance to inch closer to you, feeling your breath on his face and your hand resting on his thigh. “She doesn’t compare to you. No one does.” He whispered, finally closing the gap between you both. It felt electric, something that was long overdue.

“Mase,” you breathed, whining at the sudden loss of contact, he’d pulled away from the kiss to smile at you, “it’s been so hard watching and listening to her hurt you.” Mason held you close, his newfound confidence after kissing you had you speechless as you looked at him. “But I’d never leave you to deal with it alone.”

“It’s us against the world, it always has been.” He admitted, your legs swung over his lap as he held you tight. The night had ended exactly how you’d hoped, Mason in your arms and no more listening to him whine about Ella. It was the perfect end to your shitty day. But it was getting late, Mason was even yawning as he looked at the time on his phone.

You stood up, shaking off your coat and hanging it on the banister, as well as placing your shoes back onto the shoe rack. Sleep was calling your name at this point, and you didn’t want anything more than to cuddle up to Mason as you slept.

“I’ll take the couch.” Mason stated, reaching into the living room cupboard to grab the blankets out. But you’d grabbed his arm and pulled him up, his face towering over yours. Your eyes met once again, and this time you initiated the kiss. It was brief, and enough to show you still meant what you said.

“Don’t be silly,” your voice was soft, hand linking his as you led him up to your room. Bed still unmade, exactly how he left it this morning. He’d given you one last look, his usual cheeky smile on his face as he grabbed the backs of your thighs and lifted you over his shoulder, carrying you to your bed.

He was above you, and although you were both in the moment, it played out romantically. Mason smoothed his palm over the sides of your face, moving the stray hairs and taking in your beauty. You were effortless with how you looked, and still the most beautiful girl he’d seen. The way he looked at you, it was as if he’d been doing it for years. And he has, but you’d never know that.

[lunar-wandering]

so today i remembered to transfer the Shadowpeach Drabbles I wrote for @winterpower98 Cursed AU onto Ao3, and in honor of that (and simply because I wanted to) I have written a bonus part-

-

"Another cave? Seriously?"

The group of three stood at the entrance to the cave, looking in, trying to see as far as they could into the darkness.

"Must we explore every cave we stumble upon?" Macaque sighed.

"Well, it's not gonna explore itself." MK shrugged, turning to go in, only to be stopped as Wukong leapt in front of him.

"Oh no you don't." He said, "You're not going in there by yourselves. I'm coming with you this time."

"Wait, why would you-" Macaque started, confused.

"Because the last time you two went into a cave by yourselves, MK ended up with an injured leg." Wukong said, arms crossed. "I'm coming with you this time, and that's final."

"But what about-" MK started-

"It's fine. I'll be fine." Wukong said, walking past MK and Macaque, marching into the cave as though if he waited any longer he'd loose his nerve. "Let's hurry up and get this over with."

MK watched his mentors back with concern, before glancing to the side to see Macaque mirroring his expression. Said expression snapped back into a more neutral one once he noticed that MK was looking at him though.

"C'mon." Macaque said, nudging MK as he walked past him. "Let's make sure he doesn't freak out and fall down a hole or something."

-

Surprisingly enough, things didn't immediately go downhill.

Well, that is, up until-

A loose rock tumbled down from above, and Wukong, who was already very on edge, startled backwards, bumping into Macaque and knocking him over, sending the both of them rolling over a ledge and down a small cliff, the both of them ending up laying on top of each other.

MK, after doing a quick check and making sure they were both okay, stood on the edge of the ledge and smirked.

"I thought you said you were going to keep him from falling down a hole." He said, and Macaque groaned.

"I didn't think he'd knock me down with him." He said, slowly moving to sit up as Wukong hurriedly backed off of him, giving a murmured apology.

And then MK jumped down the ledge, landing with a thump and knocking loose a few more rocks, and suddenly Wukong was clinging to Macaque again.

(Macaque was suddenly grateful, that he was the one with the super hearing. He wasn't particularly fond of the idea of Wukong noticing how fast his heart was racing from the close contact.)

"Sorry." MK said, wincing as he realized he'd startled his mentor. Wukong gave him a nervous smile.

"It's fine bud." He said, but Macaque could feel him shaking a little. Macaque sighed, before starting to try and peel Wukong's arms off of him.

"You can let go of me now." He said, trying to ignore the knowing look MK was giving him. "C'mon, we won't be able to move if you keep clinging to me like this-"

"It...helps though. The touch, I mean." Wukong reluctantly admitted, slowly letting go. "Though you're right, I guess we wouldn't be able to move if I'm clinging to you like-"

"Why don't you just carry him then?" MK asked, and Macaque's head shot up.

"What-" He hissed, and then nearly bit his tongue to keep himself from yelping as suddenly he was being lifted up, being held tight against Wukong. The Monkey King wordlessly held him bridal style, obviously happy for a way to maintain contact while also being able to move. His arms were tight around Macaque as though he was holding onto a teddy bear for comfort. He turned around, starting to walk as Macaque remained silent in shock, trying to process what had just happened.

He looked over Wukong's shoulder, back at MK, who gave him a smirk and a thumbs up.

Oh that little sh-

The shock finally wore off, and Macaque started struggling.

"Put me down!" He hissed, fur bristling. "I can walk by myself!"

"I know." Wukong said, but didn't even loosen his grip in the slightest.

Macaque gave up on struggling suspiciously quickly.

-

Oh, how MK wished he had a camera.

Well, actually, he did, in fact, have his phone with him, but every time he started trying to pull it out, Macaque would glare at him from over Wukong's shoulder.

MK eventually resolved to committing the image to memory in order to draw it later.

As it was though, they'd found another exit out of the cave, one that lead into a wide open meadow instead of the dark forest they'd been traveling through. Wukong immediately let out a relieved sigh, slouching a little and loosening his grip on Macaque, who almost immediately jumped out of his arms, brushing invisible dirt off his clothes.

"Glad that's over." He said, before registering the muffled giggling coming from behind him.

MK kept one hand covering his mouth to keep his giggles quiet, and at Macaque's questioning look, he subtly gestured to the monkey's tail.

Which was currently wrapped around Wukong's.

Wukong seemed to notice this fact at the exact same time Macaque did, an embarrassed flush taking over both monkeys faces, their tails letting go of each other as they looked away in different directions, avoiding eye contact.

MK almost wished that Mei (or maybe even Red Son) was here so that he could have someone to lose his mind over this with.

Pretty much anyone would do, really, he just needed someone to rant to about all this-

Wait. He could have someone to rant to, now that he thinks about it.

He looked back over at Wukong and Macaque, making sure that they were suitably distracted.

And then he took one of his hairs and blew on it.

And Porty MK popped into existence.

He still looked like a monkey, exactly like how MK currently did, but the sunglasses and coat made it obvious that it was Porty. (MK never really did understand how Porty and the others had managed to maintain their clothes and personality. To be honest he....didn't really want to think too hard about it.)

Anyways, back to business.

"Are you seeing this?" MK asked, gesturing over at where Wukong and Macaque had somehow swapped from looking away from each other, flustered, to all out glaring at each other, albeit with a certain sense of playfulness in it that would be hidden to anyone who wasn't looking for it.

"Oh, I'm seeing it alright." Porty said, before smirking a little. "But don't worry OG, y'see, I've got a plan."

And really, MK should've dispelled Porty right then and there.

But on the other hand, it'd been weeks. Weeks of dealing with the mutual pining that rivaled the number of pine trees in the forest they'd been walking through.

In the end, he'd ended up accepting Porty's plan.

-

Porty shook MK awake later that night. (MK had dispelled him as they'd walked through the meadow, only bringing him back in secret before going to bed once they'd made it back to the edge of the forest.) The clone must've been hiding in the trees or in a bush, MK thought, as there were stray leaves within his hair.

"They're asleep." Porty whispered, "C'mon, OG. Let's hurry this up."

MK crawled out of his sleeping bag, shaking some of the tiredness out of his body as he stood up.

The plan was simple.

MK would push Wukong out of the tree. Porty would catch him. (MK had, recently, discovered the Monkey King was actually a heavy sleeper. His strong nighttime vigilance from legends had literally only been the result of him not sleeping at all.) Once they'd secured Wukong, they'd carry him and lay him down near where Macaque slept, and simply let things play out from there.

MK was halfway up the tree Wukong was sleeping in when he remembered something important.

"...Are you sure you'll be able to catch him?" MK asked, and both he and Porty went silent as they remembered just how easily a clone could be destroyed.

"...Good point, OG." Porty said, "Let's swap, I'll push him out of the tree, you can catch him."

With a quick change of positions, the plan was back in motion. Porty shoved Wukong out of the tree, and MK caught him, stumbling a little under the dead weight. (And oh, was he ever glad for his super strength.) The two of them paused for a moment, waiting to see if Wukong would wake up.

When the Monkey King showed no signs of stirring, Porty jumped down from the tree, landing beside MK, and the both of them turned around, slowly walking over to where Macaque lay on the other side of the camp.

"...What are you doing?"

And oh, MK had just known he had forgotten something.

Both MK and Porty startled, MK only just barely keeping himself from dropping Wukong, as they whirled around to see-

Wukong's hair clone, lounging back on his cloud, watching them with a disapproving look.

"It was his idea!" Porty quickly said, pointing at MK, who let out an offended "Hey!", before suddenly Porty dispelled himself, disappearing in a quick flash, leaving MK alone with the Wukong hair clone.

MK nervously giggled, tightening his grip on the asleep Monkey King as the hair clone's eyes narrowed.

And then suddenly the clone smirked, amusement in it's eyes, and MK relaxed, letting out a breath of relief.

"It's about time you actually tried to push things along." The hair clone said, lounging back on its cloud, looking away. "I can't say he's gonna be happy in the morning though."

MK rolled his eyes, he'd already long since accepted he'd probably have to go through some kind of stern telling off tomorrow. With the hair clone seemingly having given it's permission, MK turned, completing his mission of bringing Wukong over to Macaque, gently laying the Monkey King on the ground beside the shadow monkey.

Macaque shifted, rolling over, and MK froze, worrying that he'd accidentally made too much noise-

But then Macaque put an arm around Wukong, pulling him closer, Wukong responding by nuzzling into the other's neck as their tails curled together.

MK made no short work of pulling out his phone and snapping a picture. (And sending said picture to both Mei and his own email. One could never have too many backups after all, Macaque was sure to try and delete it once he knew it existed).

Mission accomplished, he returned to his own sleeping bag, whispering a quiet good night to the Wukong hair clone as he walked by.

(In all honesty, MK didn't think this would get Wukong or Macaque to confess. It might push them a little closer to it, yes, but it wouldn't make it actually happen, no, there was far too much going on, too much history for one night of cuddling together to lead to a full out love confession.

Until that time, he'd be fine with just watching the chaos that unfolds.

....He was fairly sure that, come morning, their expressions would be hilarious to witness though).

[fanfictasia]

Disaster Trio Appreciation Week 2022 Day 1

Surprise

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from By My Side

Consciousness fades in as slowly as it always does, first with registering the way the Force is flowing and the presences nearby. Ahsoka is right next to him. Something is touching him, and while his first instinct is to brace himself for… something, it feels safe. He could never not recognize her presence and her touch, that of the child he raised himself. He feels the pressure on his right arm, but he senses her contact through the Force.

An even stronger presence vibrates next to her – Obi-Wan. That is… unusual. During the war, his master rarely had time to spare being here with him during times like this. Anakin forced back the surge of bitterness that follows the realization Obi-Wan is only here because he wants to know the information Anakin found – if anything. It shouldn’t matter, because of course, that’s why he’s here – he’s a Jedi.

And while he feels better than he did several days ago, he’s still slightly sore and most of all, his head is throbbing. This is probably what he hates most about being electrocuted. It’s also one of the reasons Anakin did not want to wake up, but he knew it’d happen eventually.

“Hey,” Ahsoka says cheerfully when he opens his eyes – the lights in the medbay are as glaringly white as they always are. Why do people do that?

“Ahsoka,” he replies, blinking a few times. He doesn’t feel fully awake yet, which is aggravating but expected. He’s never the prefect picture of health after Dooku captures him. “Thank you for coming.”

“That was all Master Obi-Wan,” she replies. She’s trying to be cheerful, and she is happy to have him back, but she’s also… angry. Scared. Anakin can sense it, even if she’s doing a remarkable job hiding it for the moment. “He’s right here, so thank him yourself.”

That’s what doesn’t quite make sense – why Obi-Wan would come all the way here instead of waiting until Anakin is out of here and actually ready to talk? And why would Ahsoka be here? Anakin knows before they would always be right beside each other – and Rex would usually be here, too, and Artoo, but this Ahsoka hardly knows him. They hadn’t yet established it… right? It’s confusing, but not unwelcome. He knew how close they could’ve gotten, but Ahsoka hardly knows him. Why would she be so worried about him? She hardly knows him.

He looks up, past his padawan. Obi-Wan is there, not quite as close, but he’s here. And, unlike Ahsoka, he doesn’t look terribly happy about anything. Anakin internally winces. “Master,” he greets him carefully, testing the waters. It’s best to see if he’s up to talking first.

“I warned you that was a foolish idea.”

“You didn’t offer a better one.” It’s an automatic response, but Anakin knows he should’ve said something else. Anything else – it’ll only make Obi-Wan angry.

“That is a poor excuse, Anakin.”

“It worked last time,” Anakin answers, looking away. “I should have known what he would do. I’m sorry.”

Obi-Wan sighs, moving closer. “We will discuss that later. How are you?”

“I’ll be fine,” Anakin answers automatically. “I always am.”

“You could have died!” Ahsoka snaps, crossing her arms. She’s flipped out of her relief disturbingly quickly. “And that would have been my fault for letting you do something so stupid!”

“I’d have done it even if you hadn’t,” Anakin reminds. He pushes himself up, wincing when it pulls at the wound in his side – it’s still not healed yet. Obi-Wan moves forwards to steady him, his hands firm and warm on his shoulders.

“Careful,” he cautions. “You are still injured.”

“It’s minor,” Anakin waves him off. “I’ve had far worse, Master.”

“And,” Ahsoka adds seriously. “You’re an idiot.”

Only Ahsoka Tano could look her master dead in the eye and say ‘you’re an idiot’. A sudden surge of warmth spreads through his chest and he leans forwards, not caring that Obi-Wan is watching, pulling her into a hug. She lets out a startled squeak before wrapping her arms around him. She’s tiny but it feels so strangely right. Ahsoka’s lekku is pressed against his face. “I am grateful you were not with me,” Anakin says. “You may not have made it out.”

He senses Ahsoka’s surprise and confusion but she’s… happy. She feels at home here. Anakin wants to linger, to hold her like this forever, but they’re technically not supposed to. He pulls back, hands resting on her shoulders for another moment. They need to talk about everything later, as soon as they have time alone.

[onceupon]

London Boy - Part 4: Just friends

summary: You wake up to find Rafe Cameron in your bed. Even though nothing happened, you’re still left trying to make sense of it all.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 5k

a/n: thank you so much to all of you who have been reading along <333 sorry in advance if you want this to progress faster haha, it simply must be this slow, sorry I don't make the rules (even tho I do lol). Not canon Rafe!! 

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Your eyes slowly flutter open as the early morning rays wake you up. You didn’t even remember falling asleep. As you slowly gain consciousness you’re startled by the weight of Rafe’s arm draped across your body. What the hell? When did that happen? He spent the night in your bed?

Your mind races at a million miles an hour as you slowly slip out from under his hold. You were careful not to wake him up, not wanting to face any awkwardness. You throw on fresh clothes and grab your backpack, desperate to make your escape. You had wanted to get to school early today to work on some homework anyways, never before so eager to trade in the comfort of your bed for the library. 

After a quick pit stop to pick up a coffee and a croissant, you swing the heavy wooden doors open. You liked campus at this hour, the morning light still soft, the air crisp, and the atmosphere silent. As you scan your eyes for a spot to sit, you notice the unmistakable sight of fluffy brown hair hunched over a table. 

“Liam?” your whisper. “What the hell are doing here?”

That classic cheeky grin spreads across his face as he looks up to find you standing in front of him. “I go here, Y/n. Forget already?”

You roll your eyes, “I just didn’t know you were the studious type.”

“Not gonna lie to you babe, I’m not. But Rogers is already all the way up my ass over this class, and I’m not letting that prick hold me back a year.” 

You pull out the chair across from him and go to sit down, spreading your books out on the table. 

“Who said you could sit with?” he asks, and you shoot him a look. You’re not in the mood. “Geez alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed… you good Y/n?” he slows, taking in your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t so much as brushed your hair. 

“Can you promise not to tell anyone,” you stare dead into his eyes. 

“On my life,” he extends his pinky, and you accept. 

“Rafe… slept over last night…”

“Oh shit!” he exclaims, and your eyes widen at his echoing voice. 

“Not like that,” you hiss, not wanting to draw anymore attention to the two of you. “Nothing happened… like he just came over to watch a show and then we talked for a while and just accidentally… fell asleep. I panicked when I woke up and realized he was still in my bed so I ran out of there as fast as I could and now…. well now I’m here.” You nervously chug your coffee, heart racing. 

“So he hung out with you all night and didn’t make a move?”

You nod, nervously awaiting his analysis as you take a bite of your croissant. 

“Damn, boy must really like you,” he muses. 

“What? Definitely not,” you scoff. 

“Y/n, let me tell you a little something about guys. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. The fact that he’s coming over your room to watch a show and hanging out with you until he physically can’t stay awake - I mean I can’t make it any more obvious to you.”

“I don’t know I just don’t think so… You don’t know Rafe like that, he’s a total player back home. He can pull any girl he wants, so if he liked me like that he would’ve done something by now. This is probably how he is with all his friends and I’m just reading too much into it. I’m sure Lily Colts will be in his bed soon enough,” you mumble. That last part stings in particular, you had already thought it, but saying it out loud made you feel… icky. 

“I may not know Rafe like that, but I know guys like him. I am guys like him. He likes you Y/n. So what if he pulls a lot of chicks, he doesn’t actually care about them. But he cares about you, probably can’t even understand why, and now it’s like bam Uno reverse. He can’t pull the cards he normally does, and now you’ve got him confused and he doesn’t know what to do. Man’s down bad. Give him time though, he’ll come around,” he explains to you calmly, stealing your coffee cup from you and taking a sip. 

“Honestly can I just start paying you to figure my life out for me. You make everything seem so simple.”

“Because it is simple. You insist on complicating it. But I know how you could pay me,” he adds with a wink and you shoot him a glare. You know he’s just joking (partially), he loves pushing your buttons. 

“Well whatever. I’ll believe it when I see it,” you resign on the Rafe matter. You wanted to believe what Liam was saying but it didn’t quite make sense to you. You were only going to drive yourself crazy trying to read between lines that you weren’t sure existed. Rafe was just used to situations like this with girls. To him last night was probably no big deal. It was to you though. You would never let ‘just a friend’ stay over like that, with his arm around you no less. But Rafe didn’t need to know that, you decide. 

—-

You manage to avoid Rafe all day, not having any classes with him on Friday’s. As soon as your last class is over, you sprint home, relieved when you’re the first back at the flat and can quickly slip into your room undetected. You set down your bag and sit on the edge of your bed. Your hand slowly runs over your comforter, still ruffled from where Rafe had been laying the night before. The indent of his head is still on your pillow; you can almost smell the scent of him lingering in your room and hear the sound of his soft whispers. You wonder what his first thoughts were when he woke up in your bed alone - was he confused? Embarrassed? He probably thought nothing of it at all. You can just picture him casually getting up with a stretch, like it’s the start of any typical day.

You slip into the shower and let the water wash over your body. It’s warm and soothing, and it’s reminding you of Rafe laying next to you, of his arm wrapped around you. God if there was only a way to shut your brain off once in a while. As much as you tried to suppress it, there had been a tiny part of you that was happy to have woken up in his embrace, giddy like a school girl with a crush. You’d always wondered how a moment like that would feel, or how a moment like that with him would feel. You had conveniently failed to mention the “arm” detail to Liam, maybe because in the back of your mind you knew it would only help prove his theory right.  

When you make your way back to your room, your phone buzzes and the Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 group chat appears. 

Olivia: who wants to go out tonight 😈

Topper: me and Rafe have to be up early tmrw for soccer - rain check on this one ladies 

Olivia: :( 

Olivia: girls night out??

Millie: you know I’m there!

You’re a little bummed that Rafe won’t be there tonight. But a girls night sounds like just what you need to get him off your mind. 

Y/n: I’m in :)

Not even a few minutes later Olivia and Millie are barging into your room, causing you to let out a startled yelp. 

“My god, heard of knocking,” you exhale with your hand coming to your chest. Your statement falls on death ears. 

“Which jeans with this top,” Olivia asks, holding the clothing items against her body. 

“Should I curl or straighten my hair with this,” Millie follows, holding her outfit up. 

“Uhh,” your mind scrambles, “those jeans Liv. And straight, Mills,” you reply, shocked by your own decidedness. “But now you guys have to help me, I have no clue what to wear.”

“Say less,” Olivia flashes a smile. 

Within minutes they tear through your closet, picking out your outfit. Things were always much more clear with a fresh set of eyes. The three of you discuss the night’s logistics before making your way to the kitchen - couldn’t go drinking on an empty stomach. Rafe and Topper are already there, and you try your best to act natural even though your stomach ties itself in a knot the moment you catch a glimpse of his face. You haven’t seen him since you ran out this morning. 

“Uh hey I’m gonna run to Sainsbury’s real quick, I wanna get a chaser, anyone need anything,” you ask, avoiding eye contact with Rafe. Your nerves get the best of you and in terms of fight or flight, you were ready to flee. 

“Hey wait I’ll come with you. Gotta pick something up for dinner,” Rafe stands grabbing his jacket, and before you can interject, he’s leading the way down the hall and out your shared flat. 

“So what are you chasing tonight?” 

“What?” you ask startled, his question pulling you back to reality. Your mind had been running in a loop, trying to read him and the thoughts in his head. You wished now more than ever that you knew what Rafe was like behind closed doors back home, so you could somehow make sense of it all.

He chuckles at you, lost in your own world. “You said you needed a chaser?” Those intimidating blue eyes have found their way to yours again and you hastily look away, focusing in front of you instead. 

“Oh yeah- uh just for the vodka,” you laugh nervously. 

“Basic,” he mocks. You scoff in surprise and lightly hit him on the chest as the laughter leaves your lips. He’s sporting a shit-eating grin, having successfully egged you on. 

“You’re funny if you think I’m gonna do shots of whiskey before going to a club.”

“Well you do owe me one…” he says.

“Oh so he remembers?” you reply, amused.

“Of course,” he states so calm and so sure. Your head swirls at that, his cool confidence making you melt. The automatic doors slide open in front of you, fluorescent lights stealing your attention from the boy you were finding dangerously more attractive by the second.

“I thought we’re supposed to take it together? But someone’s being lame and not coming out tonight,” you say sarcastically, playing it as cool as you can manage. Rafe’s confidence seemed to come naturally, but you were more of a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of gal.

“Hey you know I have soccer,” he defends. The Kook Prince was not one to turn down a party without cause.

“Excuses excuses,” you shake your head.

“Actually, speaking of soccer, you uh- you and the girls should come tomorrow. If you’re not doing anything. Or not too hungover I should say. Game’s at 12.”

“Can’t make any promises Cameron, but we’ll see,” you smile, earning a satisfied smile from him in return. 

You make your way to the frozen food aisle, Rafe explaining to you how they call a soccer field a football pitch here, as you laugh at him grabbing 5 frozen pizzas (dinner solved for the next week, of course). You ask him which chaser you should pick. He points out a cola, so naturally you decide to get blackberry seltzer water, Rafe twisting his face in disgust (who would voluntarily drink that tv static). You always felt so nervous at first, to be in Rafe’s presence, but all it ever took was a few minutes for you to completely relax around him. He was intimidating, yet inviting. Mysterious, yet open. He was somehow the cause of your anxious nerves and yet the source of your comfort. The fear of facing Rafe after running out this morning had paralyzed your thoughts all day, and now you could hardly remember why. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if nothing happened. His normalcy confirmed for you that him sleeping over was in fact no big deal, and you almost want to laugh at yourself for how much you had worked it up in your head. You two were just friends, and perhaps Rafe was used to being… a friendlier friend than what you were used to. But that was okay, you could learn to be friendlier too.

—-

Rafe and Topper had decided to accompany you guys in the kitchen as you pregamed. They slowly sipped beers as you, Millie, and Olivia pounded back shots, laughing at the way you guys got progressively drunker and progressively louder before finally heading out. And much to your surprise, the boys were still seated in the same spot hours later, when the three of you stumble back into the flat, McDonalds in hand.

“Oh look who’s still up,” Olivia slurs, taking a bite of her cheeseburger. 

“We can’t go out, we have soccer,” Millie mocks, almost falling to the floor as she trips over her heel, Topper and Rafe not making any effort to hide their clear amusement. 

“Fun night huh?” Topper quirks his brow. 

“The funnest,” Millie holds her head high, sinking down against the wall until she’s sat on the floor. You had made a beeline for the dining room table, silently admiring your chicken nuggets. In that moment, they were the best thing you had ever tasted. 

“I want Jake,” Olivia pouts, and before anyone can say a word she’s turned on her heel, burger in hand, off to crawl into her boyfriend’s bed. 

“Alright you drunk, let’s get you to bed,” Topper laughs, scooping an incoherent Millie up to her feet by her elbows. 

“M’not drunk,” Millie protests, even though she’s leaning her full body weight against Topper who sarcastically nods at her, escorting her down the hallway. Rafe sits on the couch, silently playing with the cards in his hand again, not the least bit uncomfortable with sharing your company in silence. 

“I’m mad at you,” you say matter of factly, taking a bite of a french fry. At this point, the alcohol is doing the talking. 

“Mad at me?” Rafe stops shuffling the cards and raises his head to look at you, intrigued. 

“Yeah because you didn’t come to the club,” you furrow your brows, chucking a fry at him. He catches it instantly, laughing to himself with a shake of his head. 

“Don’t worry I saw all your guys’ snaps, I feel like I was practically there.”

“That’s not the same,” you frown, throwing another fry which he catches yet again.

“I’ll try to be there next time,” he laughs.

“That’s better I guess,” you grumble, eating another chicken nugget. The room grows quiet, Rafe training his attention back to the cards.

“When are we watching the next episode Cameron,” you break the silence, chucking another fry. He barely has to look up to catch your latest throw, shaking his head with a chuckle. He puts the cards down and makes his way over to the dining table, standing right above you now. 

“Come on, time for you to go to bed,” he beckons you toward him with his arm, to which you only furrow your brows in indignation.

“I’m not done with my food,” you protest.

“Now you are,” he says, grabbing your last fry and finishing it with one bite. “Now c’mon.” You reluctantly grab onto his extended arm to help you get up. You walk down the hall together and he opens your door for you, letting you in as he leans against the frame. You immediately fall back and collapse on to your bed with a gasp, you didn’t remember it feeling so soft when you were sober. 

“Goodnight L/n,” Rafe laughs, staring down at you. 

“Goodnight Rafe,” you mumble, seconds away from passing out. He smiles to himself at the sight of you still in the outfit and shoes you had been out in, bent in surely the most uncomfortable position possible, legs half way off the bed, yet somehow already asleep. He’s about to head back to his room, but he hesitates, turning back to you with a sigh. As slowly and quietly as he can, he pulls your shoes off for you, lifts your legs onto the bed, and covers you in your blanket. And just as quick, he slips out of your room and back into his.

—-

You wake up the next morning, letting out a groan when you realize you’re still in the outfit you had worn clubbing. Your head dully aches and your throat is desert dry so you force yourself up and to the kitchen. When you see the aftermath of McDonald’s containers on the table, vague memories start flooding your brain in horror. You couldn’t have… could you? Did you actually throw french fries at him? You close your eyes and slowly run your hand over your face in realization. Great, you think to yourself, Rafe probably thinks you’re an annoying idiot. Good grief.

You hear the door of the flat opening and Olivia appears in the kitchen, holding a plate of breakfast sandwiches, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Thank the lovely lads in apartment 4E,” she laughs, placing them on the table. “Oh god, we went hard last night didn’t we,” she says, taking in the sight of the flat.

“A little too hard…” you remark.

“No such thing, darling! Now eat up and get dressed, we’ve got a match to catch,” she declares before disappearing down the hall where you can hear muffled groans of Millie being reluctantly dragged out of her bed. You sigh and sink down into a chair, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. Heaven. You make a mental note to thank Jake for his chef skills. You had completely forgotten that you and the girls were supposed to go watch Rafe and Topper’s match today. Your worries about having to face Rafe yesterday had been quick to melt away, but today they were back with a new vengeance.

—-

“Okay no one wander off when we get there. Y/n, fair warning, these games get… rowdy,” Millie says, as the three of you walk toward the field, arms linked.

“Things get pretty crazy at Kildare too,” you laugh, “so yeah, don’t fucking let me out of your sight.”

The three of you shake off your fits of laughter as you stumble toward the stands, finding a spot amongst the already packed crowd. You’re finally able to take in your surroundings, glancing at the field ahead. The opposing team is warming up on the pitch, clad in red. Westheath’s team is off to the side, the boys stretching and getting ready in their white uniforms. The dirty blonde immediately catches your eye. He’s jumping and jogging in place, headphones in as though he’s tuning out the physical noise around him, and probably the mental noise too. You wonder if he’s listening to one of the songs he showed you the other night. 

He pauses his jogging to stretch out his arms, his eyes glazing over the stands, when suddenly they lock with yours. Your cheeks flush pink, embarrassed at having been caught staring, but his face just pulls into a wide grin and he gives you a wave. You wave back, and he does a quick hand motion that everyone does at Kildare games back home. You laugh and do the responding gesture, as he smiles cheekily at you before a teammate comes up to him, pulling his focus away. The exchange was brief, but oddly intimate. There was a whole field and a couple dozen people between you, and yet you two were the only witnesses to the interaction. You smile to yourself, relief in the fact that maybe getting a french fry chucked at him wasn’t enough to make him hate you after all. You wonder briefly if Rafe spends half as much time overanalyzing things the way you do. Liam was right, you do insist on overcomplicating things. 

“Hey, earth to Y/n!” Olivia laughs, waving her hand in front of your face. “The game is starting!”

—

The final score flashes on the screen: 4-2, a win for Westheath. The students are going nuts, rushing the field. Olivia and Millie lead the way, pushing through the crowd until you guys reach Rafe and Topper.

“Let’s go boys!!” Olivia yells, jumping up and down with the sea of bodies and beer around you. Rafe and Topper react with equal enthusiasm, pulling each of you in for a hug. You and Rafe are the last to hug, him pulling you in brief but close against his large sweaty body, arms wrapped around you. You don’t even mind the stickiness of the hug, feeling deja vu at the warm feeling of being in his embrace again; a feeling that is foreign yet familiar, one you hadn’t felt before. 

“Did you guys see Rafe’s goal in the second half!?” Topper asks, clapping his friend on the back.

“Of course we did, super star!” Millie cheers, giving Rafe a high five as he humbly shakes his head and laughs at his friends. The mental image of his goal was burned in your head, one that your mind would certainly play for you involuntarily over the next coming days. 

“Alright we gotta go do some stuff with the team, but everyone’s going to Central Bar later. See you guys there?” Rafe asks.

“You got it,” Olivia replies, and they jog off with quick waves, you meeting those blue eyes in silent acknowledgement once again. It was that gaze that always made the rest of the world seem to disappear while his eyes met yours, making your heart skip a beat. He’s just a friend, you remind yourself. Just a tall, attractive, soccer-playing friend…

—

“Y/n! Liv! We’re doing a round!” Jake calls you and Olivia over to where him and Liam are already at the bar, four shot glasses ordered and lined up.

“On three! One, two-“ Liam chants, as the four of you down the alcohol. Central Bar had been buzzing with what felt like half of Westheath’s student body all day. After the game, you and the girls had gone back to your flat to nap and eat, before meeting up with Jake, Liam, and the rest of their boys to head to the bar. Rafe and Topper were already pretty buzzed when you guys got there, playing a round of table tennis with you before the rest of the soccer team and their other friends pulled their attention away. You couldn’t help the way your whole body tensed when Rafe greeted Lily with a tight hug, humbling you with the confirmation that Rafe’s actions toward you weren’t anything special. You resolved yourself to a night of drinking and dancing your worries away with Liv and Liam instead.

“Alright, round of table tennis? You two against me and Y/n?” Liam challenges.

“Please, I saw Y/n playing before, you guys have nothing on us,” Olivia flashes an evil smile, her competitive side coming out.

“Oh it’s on Liv,” you laugh, as your foursome stakes your claim at the pong table. While Olivia and Jake gather the balls and paddles, you notice Liam grimacing off into the distance. You follow his line of sight, landing on Topper and Millie drunkenly dancing together across the bar, a bit too close for comfort.

“What is she doing with that geezer,” he mumbles.

“Liam! Jealousy is unbecoming of you,” you gasp in mock disbelief.

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs, and you quickly realize that he actually is, even though you had just been joking. Your jaw falls slack as you put two and two together. Liam and Millie were always by each other’s side, at school, at the pub, when you were all watching a movie at his apartment a few nights ago. He would tease her relentlessly and his own words rang in your ears If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. 

“Shut up! Shut up!,” you whisper yell, hand coming to your mouth. “I should have realized this whole time… of course you like Millie! Everything you’ve been telling me you think exists between me and Rafe has actually been about her! She’s your Uno reverse card!” You’re shocking even yourself at these revelations.

“No no no, you can’t use my own words of wisdom against me, that’s not how this works Y/n. So what, maybe I slightly give a shit about Millie? Who cares. Her and I both know that’s never gonna happen. I still stand by everything I said about you and Rafe so don’t think your getting off so easy on that.”

“Then tell me why you’re staring at Millie while Rafe hasn’t so much as glanced my way since the minute Lily Colts got here, hmm?”

“Oh Y/n, Y/n Y/n Y/n,” Liam tuts, shaking his head laughing as he turns to the game your group of four is about to begin. You don’t have the energy to argue with Liam over the matter right now, oblivious to the fact that Rafe had indeed been glancing your way, several times. In fact, he was glancing at you right now, as Liam reached his arm over yours to help you actually hold the paddle the right way. You just hadn’t been glancing back to notice, scared of what you may or may not see between him and Lily if you did. 

—

The night dies down and it’s time for the pilgrimage back to your building. You’re walking with Millie when Liam quickly falls in step with you two. You give him a knowing smirk, to which he responds with a glare behind Millie’s back, but you let the two banter as you fall behind, now walking alone. You stare ahead, eyes mindlessly settling on Lily walking in between Callum and Henry at the front of the pack. You don’t notice the pair of legs that begin moving in pace next to your own. 

“Tonight, by the way,” Rafe’s voice startles you as you jump next to him. He chuckles at the confusion written all over your face. “You asked last night when we’re watching the next episode. And my answer is tonight, L/n,” he states.

“Haven’t you been up since like the crack of dawn? Aren’t you tired?” you ask incredulously.

“Too tired for Game of Thrones? Never,” he scoffs, Liam’s words ringing in your ear. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Well then tonight it is,” you smile. “Sorry about the french fries last night by the way,” you say meekly, looking down at the sidewalk in front of you, cheeks burning.

“Seriously L/n, talk about a horrible throw. Room for improvement,” he jokes with a comforting smile, saving you from yourself.

“Good game by the way,” you add, grateful for the way he was letting you off. 

“Thanks,” he looks at you, shoving his hands in his pocket. You turn to look at him too, and after a few moments laughter is taking you both apart. Nothing funny was said. Neither of you knew why you were laughing. And yet it felt natural, not an ounce of awkwardness in the air.

As your whole group walks into the building, people begin to peel off, splitting towards staircases and off elevator stops. 

“I’m fucking beat,” yawns Topper, as you and all your flatmates file into your hall. 

“I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight,” Millie yawns in agreement. One by one everyone files off into their rooms. You open your door, backing into yours, Rafe across the hall from you backing into his. Laughter tugs at both your faces once again, as you let your doors close. You manage to change into your sweats and brush your teeth before you hear the light rap on your door. Rafe enters, in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants, your weakness. But you feel comfortable being alone with him now. The Rafe jitters had finally began to subside. 

“Alright L/n, episode 4, you ready for this?” he asks, plopping down in his spot next to you. 

“Oh I’m very ready,” you reply, sitting up to reach for your laptop which was resting by your feet. As you lean back, you find yourself in Rafe’s arm. He had extended it out before you sat back, effortlessly catching you against him. His hand rests casually on your arm, and you gulp, pressing play. You pray he can’t feel the way your heartbeat quickens and your body flushes. So much for those jitters being gone. 

The episode plays, you and Rafe making comments here and there before your chatter eventually dies down, leaving just the sound of the show to fill the room. You can feel Rafe’s body lean further and further down, becoming heavier and breathing slower. You very slowly turn to check, and sure enough he’s fast asleep. You sigh, and shut your laptop, careful not to stir him. You could easily shake him awake, tell him to go to his bed, but for some reason you don’t. You don’t mind him here. In fact, you almost prefer it, his body heat keeping you warm. He had already slept over once before and it clearly hadn’t been a big deal, so what was the harm in letting it happen again? You’re just friends after all, you remind yourself, not sure who you’re trying to convince. And so, the two friends fall asleep in the same bed again. 

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Period Piece-SBI Au

This is a SBI x gn!reader in the SBI Au where Techno, Wilbur, Tommy, and the reader are all siblings with their father being Philza. For this particular imagine, the reader is the youngest of the siblings.  This is a bit Wilbur heavy because I have written Philza heavy SBI, Techno heavy SBI, and Tommy heavy SBI but not Wilbur and I was feeling soft for Wilbur sooo….. Oops.

This is gender neutral but it is about the reader getting their period for the first time so there’s that! Hope you enjoy! 

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Y/N starts their period at the worst time possible, the one time that Philza isn’t home… but their three brother’s are. 

Y/N’s POV

Sunlight flooding in through my window forced me awake. I let out a groan before flipping over to try and fall back asleep. A sharp pain caused by me flipping over ripped through my stomach causing me to let out a soft whimper. “What the heck” I whimpered to myself as my hand shot to my tummy and rested gently on the aching muscles. “What is wrong with me?” My stomach had never hurt like this before… Maybe it was something I ate last night… It may not be sitting well… Maybe I should go to the bathroom. 

Carefully, not wanting to hurt myself further, I lifted up the blankets and slowly slid out of the covers. I let out a shiver as the air pricked at my exposed skin, but I marched on. Slower than I have ever moved before, I made my way out of my room and down the hallway to the bathroom. 

The cool tile on my bear feet caused me to shiver as I shut the door and locked it behind me. Slowly I made my way over to the toilet, pulled my pants down, sat down, and began going to the bathroom. (That was so awkward for me to describe lol). I let out a sigh of relief as so of the pressure from my stomach released as my bladder emptied itself out… But not all of the pressure and pain was gone. 

After a few more moments, I decided that nothing else was going to come out so I wiped. Once I was done, I moved to stand up, but something on my hand caught my eye. My eyes widened as I examined my hand and found that the normally clean flesh was now covered in blood. “What?” I whispered out, unable to stop the panic from building in my chest. My eyes scanned my hand even harder, searching for the cut that could have caused this bleeding, but found nothing. Then it hit me, maybe this wasn’t from my hand. 

My gaze left my hand and scanned downward, stopping at my underwear. I couldn’t stop the small scream that ripped from my throat at the sight of my clean underwear soaked in blood. My breathing picked up as my heart pounded inside my chest. This is it! This is how it ends! I’m dying! I must be dying! Why else would I be bleeding… Down there. 

A pounding on the door startled me out of my spiral. “Y/N?” I heard Wilbur’s panicked voice screech from the other side of the door. “Are you okay in there? What’s happening, why did you scream?” It was at the sound of my brother’s voice did I realize what a predicament I was in. Dad had to go to work today. Like real actual work in an office building. Usually he can stay home but he had a meeting he had to go to in person… I was home alone with my three brothers. 

Tears blurred my vision as a sob escaped my lips, “I think I’m dying Will. I’m bleeding.” I called back. Thinking about it now, that probably wasn’t the best word choice, but I was panicked and Wilbur’s panic made me panic too. “You’re bleeding? Open the door! Let me in so I can help.” Another sob escaped my lips, “Can’t. Stuck.” I answered, not wanting to risk getting blood everywhere. 

“Why the hell did Y/N scream?” Tommy’s brash voice questioned out loud. “Tommy, now is not the time. Please, go back to your room, or go to the living room,” Wilbur practically begged. I could tell Tommy was about to retort but Wilbur spoke again before Tommy could get a word out, “Tommy… Please,” the sincerity in Wilbur’s voice must have really shown Tommy just what situation we were in because I didn’t hear another word from him, only footsteps walking away.

“Techno get the key from Dad’s room,” I heard Wilbur order from beyond the door, “Stuck. Where are you stuck Y/N?” “Toilet” I whimpered. My mind was too far in overdrive to give more than one word answers. “Okay. How are you stuck?” Wilbur questioned, the panic in his voice slowly decreasing at my answers. If he knew what was wrong, he could help better when he got in. “Bleeding” “Where are you bleeding from?” A small whimper escaped my lips as I thought about the answer. I couldn’t tell him that, could I? That’s a bit embarrassing and a little too TMI even for my older brother. But still Wilbur prompted again, “Where are you bleeding Y/N?” his soothing voice called. I took a gulp and a deep breath before answering. “Down there.” 

There was a pause from the other side of the door as Wilbur took in the information. “Down there?” I let out a small whimper in confirmation. “Y/N” he breathes out softly, “did you start your period?” Period…. Period. That word sounded familiar. I could vaguely remember someone mentioning something about it once… “Y/N?” Wilbur’s soft voice asked, gently pulling me from my thoughts. “I don’t know” I answered with a hiccup. “Maybe… What’s a period?” 

The jingle of keys sounded from the hallway as I assume Techno returned with the key that would let Wilbur in. “Can I come in?” yep I was right. “Yeah,” I sniffed quietly, reaching up and wiping the tears away from my cheeks. I had already screamed bloody murder and scared the hell out of my brother, he might as well see me like this. 

“Techno, run to the store and get some pads and medicine would you?. I’ve already texted Niki and asked what to get, she’ll send you a list or some pictures… Please” Wilbur asked softly, still in the hallway. My heart melted slightly at the words. He texted Niki? To ask her what to get? I knew he couldn’t text dad because of work, I just didn’t expect him to ask him to ask Niki instead. 

The soft click of the door unlocking echoed through the bathroom before the door opened just a crack, enough to let my curly haired brunette brother in before the door clicked closed again. Wilbur kept his eyes focused on the ground as he shuffled over to the cabinet, grabbed a towel, before offering it to me. “Here, in case you want to cover yourself.” He said softly. My fingers gently wrapped around the fabric before unfolding it and placing it over my lap, making sure that everything was covered. “Okay. You can look now,” I told him, my voice equally as soft. 

Wilbur’s eyes lifted from the floor to my face, allowing me to see the soft blush that coated his cheeks. “I’m sorry that dad isn’t here to help you with this,” he apologized awkwardly causing me to shrug. “It is what it is… Do you know what a period is?” I asked, hoping to get some answers. The blush intensified on Wilbur’s face as he nodded at the question. “Can you explain it to me… I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to it’s just-” Wilbur held up a hand cutting me off before I could ramble more, “It’s okay, Y/N. I can explain it to you.” 

And so he did. Wilbur took the time to carefully explain what the hell was happening to my body. He was extremely patient with me as I asked questions, trying to understand. Wilbur did a really great job that by the end I felt a bit more satisfied with my understanding of my own body. 

“How do you feel now?” Wilbur asked softly once our little conversation was over. “Fine… Better… But still a bit gross. I think there’s a bit of blood… everywhere down there ya know?” I answered honestly, again already wayyyyy past the point of being embarrassed. Wilbur let out a small chuckle and shook his head, “No. I don’t know. I’ve never had a period before.” The two of us shared a laugh about that. “But, I could run you a bath if you wanted,” he offered up, pointing to the tub. I gave him a soft smile and a nod. “Yeah, I’d like that. Thanks bubby.” 

Wilbur quickly turned around and began running the water. Once he was sure the temperature was just right, he put in the drain plug, put in my favorite bubble bath, and turned back around and headed to the exit. “Wait” I called out, stopping him. “Could you… Could you stay? Please? Like sit on the floor looking the other way? I just… don’t want to be alone right now.” Wilbur’s gaze softened as he nodded, “Of course kiddo.” 

Wilbur looked away as I stripped out of my pajama shirt and bloody pajama bottoms and slipped into the bath. Keeping his eyes trained on the ground, he sat next to the tub, but completely faced forward so he couldn’t see me. I let out a content sigh as I sunk into the warm bubble filled water, the ache and pain in my stomach slowly fading away as the warm water soothed the muscles. 

We were silent for the most part, just enjoying each other’s company. At one point there was a knock on the door. Wilbur quickly got up to answer it. The rustling of a plastic bag sounded throughout the tiled room letting me know that Techno had returned from the store. “Techno got the stuff. I can show you how to put the things on if you want.” I was slightly surprised at the offer. I didn’t expect Wilbur to know how to be able to do that… Then again, he’s Wilbur of course he knows how, he knows how to do just about everything. 

But I agreed and so Wilbur picked up the underwear that Techno had also brought and carefully showed me how to apply the pad to the undies before gently setting it back on the counter. I mentally laughed at the situation we were in. Never would I have thought I’d be here, in a bathtub while my big brother Wilbur, showed me how to put on a pad. But here we are… Funny how life is like that sometimes. 

Once I was ready to get out, Wilbur handed me a towel before finally leaving the bathroom to give me some privacy while I dried off and got dressed. I did so quickly, carefully putting on the undies so as to not disturb the pad… okay that sounded weird haha. But I silently thanked Techno for picking out my favorite sweatpants for me to change into. I almost cried at the shirt he picked out for me. It was one of Wilbur’s hoodies. The one that was even too big for him, so that when I pulled it on it swallowed me whole and encased me in his scent. I couldn’t help but take a deep breath at the calming aroma. Even though I don’t always show it, I really do love my brothers. 

Leaving the bathroom, no one was in the hallway so I made my way down to the living room. Again, tears pricked in my vision at the sight. Pizza and soda were laid out on the coffee table with plates and cups sitting next to them. My brother’s sat on the couch in front of it, chatting softly. “You guys didn’t have to do this” I spoke softly causing all of their heads to snap to me. “We know… We wanted to” Wilbur told me gently. “Speak for yourself. I was a part of this for me!” Tommy jumped in, reaching forward and grabbing a plate, piling it high with pizza, before sitting back and stuffing his face. Wilbur elbowed him for the rudeness, but I couldn’t help but laugh. Of course Tommy would say that. “Come, sit. Eat” Techno said, holding his hand out beckoning me forward. I wasn’t going to argue with that. 

I settled between Wilbur and Techno with a plate of pizza and a cup half filled with my favorite soda. I didn’t eat as fast as I normally would, not wanting to get eating cramps on top of the other cramps that would soon occur. But the four of us sat there on the couch together for a while. At one point, Tommy jumped up and put on a movie. After that, it was an unannounced and unofficial lazy day. 

We were on the couch the whole day watching movies, only leaving to go to the bathroom or get food from the kitchen. At one point, the cramps began. Wilbur noticed my wincing and quickly jumped to get the cramp medicine that Techno had picked up. He put the pills in my hand and explained how often I could take it before also giving me a drink. After taking the medicine, I laid on my brother’s. My feet resting in Techno’s lap, my middle in Wilbur, and my head in Tommy’s. 

At first, Tommy complained, claiming he didn’t want to cuddle, but when I tried to move, his hand quickly found it’s way in my hair and scratched my scalp soothingly. “I guess you can stay here” he grumbled in distaste, but I could tell he felt really happy about being included. Wilbur’s warm hands rested on my stomach and slowly began to make soothing circles, easing the cramping muscles. Techno’s hands began to work wonders on my feet as he subsciously gave me a foot rub. With all that affection and warmth, it was no wonder I fell asleep. 

That’s how Philza found us that night when he came home from work. The gentle calling of my name woke me from my sleep. I carefully peeled my eyes open and found my father’s soft complexion smiling at me softly as he sat kneeled in front of me, his hand petting down my hair softly. “Hey kiddo. I hear you had a pretty big day today.” He whispered softly. I let out a small hum as I looked around and found that I was still lying across my brother’s laps, all of them still asleep. “How did you--” “Techno texted me when he went to the store. I’m sorry for not being here for it and I’m really really sorry I didn’t educate you better before it happened either,” Dadza apologized, looking genuinely sorry for it. “It’s okay… Wilbur did a pretty good job at taking care of me…” I informed him. Philza’s gaze flickered from my face to his oldest middle child, “Yeah? Of course he did. I always know I can count on him… I was going to offer to order pizza for dinner but it seems I’m a little late.”

 I giggled softly at that as Dadza looked around at the empty pizza boxes still laying on the coffee table. “Yeah… But we could get Chinese,” I offered up slyly, hoping he’d agree. His chuckle told me everything I needed to know, “Chinese it is… I’m going to let you nap a bit. I have some work I have to do, but once I’m done I’ll put the order in… Sound good?” “Sounds good,” I confirmed. Dadza gave me another smile before leaning over and pressing a sweet kiss to my forehead, “I love you so much honey,” “I love you too dad.” Dadza paused for a moment more before standing up, removing his hand from my head and leaving the living room. 

I let out a small content sigh before carefully rolling over and snuggling myself closer to my brothers. One of them let out a groan, Techno I think, but settled immediately, letting me burrow even closer to them. 

Periods suck. There is no doubt about it. They hurt and stain your clothes and can be embarrassing and make you feel overly emotional. But I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything. My brother’s dropping everything to help me. Wilbur getting over his embarrassment to take care of me. Techno getting over his social anxiety to go out and buy me things. Tommy getting over his obnoxiousness so I could relax with all of my brothers… No I wouldn’t change this for anything. 

There you go! I really hope you enjoyed! If so, be sure to leave a like, maybe even a reblog or reply telling me your favorite part!!!

[plush-rabbit]

Late Night Talks

Request: Hey! I hope you’re well sweetheart! I have a request, so I’m the youngest of my family (unfortunately) and a lot of the time I’m unheard and dismissed because of this, ngl I don’t have the best relationship with my family so it’s hard to connect with them, or talk to them. I kinda feel like white noise ya know? So Compress, Twice, and Dabi are my closest comfort characters. So how about them suddenly seeing the reader (probably late at night) talk about the things they enjoy with just stars in their eyes. It’s a harsh comparison to how they act during the day, it’s still them, but it’s just more raw.

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thank ya babes

A/N: I hope that you like this, I’m not sure what the harsh comparison was supposed to be but Im guessing it was supposed to be more reserved? (also babes, feel free to gush here, i love talking to yall)

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Bubaigawara Jin:

Jin’s need for interaction and want for friendship makes him the perfect partner to talk to. He loves talking to you, his legs bouncing and hands flapping as he mentions something that he likes. Sitting beside you, he does most of the talking, how energy out matched and while he does talk, he also looks to you for commentary, wanting to remember that he isn’t alone. There are rare instances when you two are alone that you’ll talk more. The roles will be reversed and you’re talking about anything and everything, smiling at him and for the moment when your eyes lock, he feels the weight on his shoulders lift.

It’s not uncommon to find the villian and you in a single room together at night, often the words will travel the halls and you have to muffle your laughter. This night is one of those- he’s in your room at night, resting beside you as you talk about this new thing that you’re into. You’re eager, shifting in your seat, a bowl of popcorn nearing the end of the bowl, kernels accidentally grabbed at. You’ve grown so excited, your words tripping over each other as you try to find a way to make yourself comfortable all while he stares at you. You’re processing the words fast, trying to tell the story in a cohesive way but with your excitement you are unable to. You look at him with wide eyes and a grin that can nearly blind him.

You’re different at night. He’s unsure whether because your mind has grown groggy with sleep or if it’s because the likelihood of someone interrupting the both of you has lowered, but you’re different. You’re much more prone to touch- you reach for him and you playfully push at his shoulder, your tongue stuck between your teeth as you give him a coy grin. Perhaps it's due to you being so touchy, that he grows bolder with his movements, grabbing your hand and playing with it as you continue to speak, the bite to his words softening whenever you tease at him.

If it were up to him, he would listen to you for hours on end, locking the door and making sure that you two could just talk until time ran out. But, he knows that that’s impossible, so he lays down on your bed, his head resting on his palm as his elbow digs into your pillow. You’re much different to him when the dim lighting is all that illuminates the room, your hair holding a soft glow, the features on your face almost softer and he’s unsure whether it’s exhaustion that grips at him or something else, but he wants to stay awake, he wants to listen to you every night. You mean a great deal to him and he wants to hear you speak, will take every word and keep the important ones so he knows what you like and what to do.

Despite being tired, he wants to continue talking to you, hearing you talk but the night continues to go on, the sky turning a softer shade of blue, and your words are starting to drift. Jin will take over at that point, laying beside you, talking as you start to drift. He mentions things that you said, making a point to mention that you were the one who came up with that observation and talk about how that really stuck out to him. You voice continues, your words growing softer and your gaze on him now barely peeking between your lashes and yet, he is unable to tell you to go to sleep. It’s selfish of him, but he wants to hear you talk until you’re whispering your words into a single breath. The next day, when you can barely keep your eyes up and you’re talking to him, he’ll have an inside joke, your grin widening as you take joy that he listened to you. Under the table, his knee nudges against yours, his smile ever growing when you return the gesture.

Dabi:

Dabi enjoys hearing you talk- it’s soothing for him, something where he’s able to rest his head on your lap and have you play with his hair as he listens to you gush about whatever it is that you like. However, while he does so, he realizes that he has a habit of falling asleep on your lap. It isn’t because you’re boring, you’re just nice to listen to. Laying with you and hearing you talk is one of the few times where he’s at peace, safe in your arms and touched gently. However, he’s noticed the implications of it, noticing that you don’t talk as much as you did. His piercings are warm as they press against his palms, his eyes half-lidded as he tries to figure out a way to make it up to you or to show you that he does actually care for what you have to say.

Unable to sleep, he arises from his bed, walking towards the living area trying to find some sort of sleeping aid. Instead of sleeping aids, he finds you curled up on the couch, the screen of your phone lighting across your face. You give him a smile as a greeting, your focus returning to your show. He can see heavy bags under your eyes- you’re forcing yourself to stay awake. The couch is soft under him, his arms spread as he turns his gaze over to your show. Without a word, you align your phone to make sure that he’s watching it, your words are whispered as you explain the plot and the characters but as you continue to do so, your words excite and your volume raises gradually.

The night is somewhat young and as far as he knows, there’s no mission that he has tomorrow. He has to fix his past mistakes and he wants to hear you talk. He pushes more, asking about the relationships between the characters and even wanting you to restart the series from the first episode- if you want to, of course. When you do so, he makes himself comfortable on the couch, stealing your blanket and laying down, offering for you to sit close to him in a much more relaxed manner. He covers the both of you with the blanket, his arm stretched behind your back and hand resting on your shoulder.

In between episodes, you start to muse once more, ranging from the metaphors to your favorite lines, and to the designs that you like. Your legs bounce, shaking as you try to contain your excitement despite it being written all over you. He gives you his full attention, nodding his head along as you ramble. Your words are rapid, your expression focused entirely on him and he wonders if you’ve always been hiding all this excitement. You’re much more animated, moving your hands and arms, shifting as you speak and there’s a certain tone to your voice that makes him unable to look away.

Every word of yours is coated in sugar and honey, and he clings to it, nodding along and looking at you with half-lidded eyes, unable to wipe the soft smile off of his face. The show is forgotten, your phone now showing him pictures from different stills and you’re much more relaxed, leaning against him, your head pressed against his side. You have a wide smile, your eyes shining with stars as when you look up to smile at him, he returns it as all air escapes his lungs. Once Dabi can properly think, he enters the conversation, offering more than soft hums and words of interest. At night, he can see your smile, the way that you look at him with wide eyes, the giddiness in your voice is enough to wake up from his growing slumber. He could fall asleep listening to you, but he doesn't want to miss how you look when it’s just you and him.

Sako Atsuhiro:

Atsuhiro adores hearing you talk. He’s rather eccentric, always wanting for the spotlight to be on him, but when you talk, he doesn’t mind being the one entranced by you. He wants to hear you talk, to see the light in your eyes. Yet, he can tell you’re holding yourself back- you play with your hands, tug at the ends of your hair, and laugh nervously as you apologize, telling him that you didn’t mean to talk for so long. While it’s true that you might talk over people, he knows it’s because of how excited you are, willing to share whatever is on your mind before the thought fades.

It’s a late night for him, phantom pains that make it unable for him to sleep and even with the medication acting as a placebo, he’s unable to truly find peace. He finds you in the kitchen, mumbling to yourself as you prepare a late night snack. He knocks against the wooden wall in an attempt to announce himself before startling you but you still jump, turning around with wide eyes and a parted mouth, before relaxing once you take notice that it’s just him. When you ask why he’s up so late, he gestures to his arm, making a strained face as his hand clamps around the residual limb, the pain sharp as it shoots up into his shoulder. He asks what you were muttering about and when you turn your head, your lips pulled into a straight line as you’re clearly flustered at having been caught, he laughs, telling you to tell him- to get his mind off of the pain.

You start off slow, mumbling between words and telling him about a new thing that you like. Your words increasingly start to grow with confidence, your eyes on him as you share your late night snack. He listens to you, nodding along and saving the best piece of the snack for you, his chewing trying to be quiet so as to not interrupt your words. While he also wants to start to talk about one of his hobbies, he much rather listen to you. When you do take a bite, he asks his questions, encouraging you to continue talking, his arm resting against the table and he leans towards you, eager to grasp at every word that leaves past your mouth.

Stars are in your eyes, your tone softer and you go to hold his hand, your thumb, index and middle finger hooking over his middle and ring finger, your eyes wide and smile whimsical as you talk. Under the bare light of the kitchen, you’re softer, your eyes shadowed and your touch gentle as you begin to toy with his hand. You’re passionate about what you talk, and he wonders if when you look so eager, and so full of life, if it’s only something that you show to whoever catches you at night, to someone who can glimpse a version of you so real that he’s almost at a loss for breath.

Sleep gnaws at him, but he is unwilling to do so. His pain is gone, replaced with a dull ache that he knows he can sleep off, but he has stars in his eyes as he listens to you talk. Your voice is soothing, your laugh like a lullaby that only pulls him in further to you. His hand is warm, hispalm tickled by your nails and the snack now lays forgotten on the plate. He almost feels bad for wasting food, but he doesn’t have the will to pull his hand away and finish the food that you prepared. Every word that you speak only makes Atsuhiro want to smile, to lay on his bed and think about you and how you spoke to him. You talk, and he’d do anything to keep your voice memorized, to stay awake long when you've fallen asleep just to remember how your voice lilts when you start to get excited or how it drops during a serious part as if you were telling him a secret.