#drabble mood tonight

[superbloblevel]

How long had it been? Months? Years?...Decades?

Firmly within the clutches of Yukari Yakumo, Sendai Hakurei had no idea. For all extents and purposes, the entire world outside of this small foyer within which the gap youkai had stucked her...

Her, and the vast array of feeding implements she used on the former miko. What once was an athletic body to fight youkai had blimped into a pile of lard, barely able to waddle around. Her abs vanished under thick flab that jiggled with each attempt to lift herself up nowadays... Though that mattered little anymore, since there was nothing else in the room.

Until now, that was.

"Yukari, this better not be one of your tricks again..." A voice rang out. It took Sendai a moment to recognize it...but...

"Rah...Raihmoo?" Unable to speak clearly through all the flab, all Sendai could do was ask this simple question in terror... First, terrified of the indignity of being seen in this state...

And then, terrified of what it meant for her daughter that Yukari had allowed her in as well...

[sunsburns]

imagine asking wade if he still likes you when he’s literally inside you LMAOOO I just know he’d be so flabbergasted

i know a normal people fan when i see one (18+, fluff)

but jokes aside, and dicks inside, wade would likely get whiplash; his head turning so fast he can hear a crack in his neck, staring at you like you're crazy because just seconds ago you'd been running your gentle hands over his skin. your fingers brush against the divots of his scarred skin, your cheek pressed to his chest, humming softly, close enough that your lashes tickle whenever you blink.

wade's a little out of breath, sticky with sweat, and miraculously, rendered speechless. to others, a rarity, but with you, while still rare, is more frequent, especially after sex.

sure, he drops a joke or two, but there is a window where wade likes to sit there, holding you, skin against skin, in silence; listening to the sounds of your shaky breaths as you come down from your high, the sounds of the bedsheets ruffling with slow movements from the both of you, even the sounds of the old crackly fan on his ceiling.

and so, in that small window of silence, the two of you lay there in a warm embrace, listening to each other's heartbeats as wade's dick slowly softens inside you.

but then that small window starts to close, the silence breaking with you. you shift, turning to press your chin against wade's chest while looking up at him, "hey," you whisper, a smile growing against your lips.

"hi," he whispers back to you, but he continues to stare at the window, watching the soft light of the rising sun peeking in through the white lace curtains you picked out, a part of you in the dingy apartment he shared with blind al.

"we've officially gone at it all night. fucking like rabbits. and i can't believe i'm saying this but, i'm fucking spent. i might need a few weeks to recover. i asked for a bone and you threw a whole skeleton at me, peanut."

you snort, rolling your eyes, "yeah, right."

"okay, fine, a week is too long." wade hums, he finds your hair and runs his hand over it, twirling a strand around his finger, "i'll be good as new by tonight or at least by the time you scroll to read another fic of me, of course."

you're still staring at him, and wade, ever the observant, notices. he shifts, sits up, holds onto your waist, and brings you up with him. you have to bite your tongue to hold back a moan, sensitive to the way he's touching you, the way his dick keeps you full.

wade raises his brows (or at least, where his brows would be), "what? is there something on my face? i know i'm ugly but i thought we were past that. your staring is making me a little self conscious, sweetbuns."

"wade?"

"yes, cupcake?"

"do you like me?"

"what-?" he stares at you, eyes wide and nearly popping out of his head. "do i- what? what the fuck kind of stupid ass fuck ass question is that? you think i don't like you? we literally fucked all night. literally did every position in the book. i let you peg me! you might be the only person on earth that matches my freak-"

"yeah, i know but-"

"bitch, i'm literally still inside you."

that's when you can't help but laugh, grinning against his neck when he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer. you love the way his body emits warmth, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer like you want to live inside his skin.

wade holds you, his cheek pressing against the top of your head. and he groans loudly when you say, "you never answered my question."

"oh my god," he huffs dramatically, "of course i fucking like you. like no shit."

"okay, great. i was just making sure."

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

“I,” He raises a hand, barely touching the edge of the slightly mismatched part of your skull headcasing, “I like your patch here. Makes you look a little more like... you.”

He chuckled, a funny suppressed cackle, as he pulls his hand away, and you silently congratulate yourself on not shrinking away from his claws- hands- being so close to your face. The laugh is a little awkward, maybe forced, but you appreciate the effort.

And you know that he means that it makes you apart from the rest of the Staffbots. You weren’t meant to be memorable, so you used to look as carbon-copied as the others, but now you had the section of your headcasing welded on that was tinted a slightly different color. You knew he was right- it was, at least, one thing that could be used to pick you out of a crowd of other bots made of the same parts as you. You tried to look at him directly, and couldn’t quite manage it.

You wondered, if you had a voice with which to speak, you would have told him that he was the one that gave you that patch. Or... caused you to need it, maybe. 

As it was, you just nodded, giving a shuddery, static warble that went up and down quickly in cadence- an attempt at mimicking the sound a laugh would make- and moved your shoulders in time with the sound. He seemed pleased at the positive response, eyes brightening slightly. He looked a little like Sun like that, you thought.

You tried, tried so hard, to push away the looping memory file of Moon pinning you in a closet a lot like this one and pulling a handful of wires out of your shoulder so your arm hung limp and useless, with the sound of his laughter repeated and repeated and repeated like a broken record skipping on the worst part of a song as a backdrop to the clearest of retained experiences.

You knew it wouldn’t work.

[DELETE FILE.]

[PERMISSIONS NOT GRANTED FOR THIS ACTION. ENTER COMMAND:]

[DELETE FILE]

[PERMISSIONS NOT GRANTED FOR...]

You tried anyway. 

He said something else, and laughed a little again. His laugh was different than how it was back then. You clung to that knowledge, nodding to whatever he had said. This boosted him again, and you focused on the parts of him that were different than the ones in your memory.

His laugh was different. So was his manner of speaking. Even the way that he moved had become less rigid and jerky, though now at times it seemed unsure. You watched one of his hands as he described something, as expressive and mobile as a humans. You tried to keep your focus on the him that was here, and not the one in your head.

Of course it wouldn’t be so easy, but...

[OVERWRITE FILE ?]

[UNRECOGNIZED COMMAND. TRY AGAIN]

[OVERWRITE FILE]

[UNRECOGNIZED COMMAND. TRY AGAIN]

You wanted to try anyway.

[fullmxtal-elrich]

A Little Drabble: Finding A Way Home

Aka a very self-indulgent drabble that I am writing because I like to torment myself with pain--. This takes place in Ed's YGO Verse!

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They had finally done it. After months of research, finally defeating their enemy in one all-or-nothing battle, the machine had been completed. Through a combination of efforts from Roy, Fuery, Kaiba, Diva, Atem and even Edward, they had finally managed to create a way back home. Yet there was one little detail that everyone had forgotten in their excitement.

As the machine turned on and Roy, Ed, Feury and Atem stood, side by side. Feury and Black Hayate were the first to say their goodbyes and disappear into the unknown, yet when it came time for Roy, Ed and Atem to say their goodbyes, the blond gave a gentle shake of his head. He had given away his right to go back home, that was the price of coming to this new world and though he truly wished he could, Ed stepped back to allow Roy and Atem to say farewell.

Yet when Roy stopped at the edge of the portal and looked back to beckon Ed along with him, the younger man offered a sad, apologetic smile and shook his head. Due to the rules of what he had given up, no matter how badly Ed wished he was able to, he could not follow. So there he stood, planting himself steadily by Atem's side and keeping his same, strong facade to mitigate any worry his adoptive father may have had. He offered a warm, bright smile before he spoke, even if it felt as though his heart was being torn from his chest the longer the seconds ticked by.

"It's okay, dad. Go home, everyone's waiting for you. Just promise me that you'll say hi to everyone for me, yeah?" He said, to which Roy gave a saddened nod and opened his arms, offering for Ed to hug him one final time before he forever disappeared back to a world Ed had once called home.

Ed gave no hesitation and rushed forward, throwing his arms around Roy's middle and hugging him tight, wanting to burn the feeling into his mind one last time. He could feel his resolve breaking in those arms that had grown to be such a safe and welcoming place, eyes closed tight.

"I'm gonna miss ya, Colonel. Thanks for bein' my dad, I'll never forget everything you've ever done for me." He managed out, finally letting go after a few more long moments. He stepped back, tears already welling within those familiarly soft golden eyes as he took his place back by Atem's side.

As Roy gave his final salute, returned by both of the young men who were being left behind, he finally turned and disappeared back to a world that both he and Ed had once called their own. And as they stood there in silence, only after he was gone did the tears finally begin to fall, though even then Edward stood still and silent as a statue, staring at the place his adopted father had once been.

[ken-dom]

Thinking of a short Henry Letham comfort fic… anyone wanna read that? Stroke his beautiful greasy hair etc.? Maybe a lil kiss

[jaylleoo14]

FMMMMFFGFGFHGFHGHFGFH

Why did the fattest Riddle brainrot just spurt out of nowhere in my head? I wont be writing anything explicit, but again heavily suggestive and implied as well as indirectly stated. But i must give my thanks to a certain rpg soundtrack for sprouting this idea and reading an interesting love poem full of deep twisted emotions. I was working on the Amnesia Drabble I had with Azul but i guess its going to have to wait once again.

A somewhat twisted fate of some "love" you got here. A form of obsession on your part. A form of empty fulfillment....

[umemiyan]

they make me work today but give me nothing to do for several hours, so i have to try and find something to do to make it look like i'm accomplishing something on my little timer. but i think i shall write or do something else instead <3

[djsangos]

"Why are you still up?"

You peel your eyes away from your phone and make eye contact with Eight, who's looking at you curled in on yourself on the couch with no small amount of worry, and a good helping of exasperation, too.

"Waiting. What if Four needs me."

"You can't help him like that. What if they need you tomorrow and you're too tired to help because you stayed up all night?"

"I-- I'll still help, no matter what."

You keep making glances back down at your phone during this conversation, as if there'll suddenly be a text from your friend at any moment, asking for you to come to his rescue, that your phone somehow didn't notify you of.

"Don't do that, you're going to drive yourself crazy."

Eight steps closer towards you and offers you a hand.

"Come on. We're going to bed."

You begin to reach out, then waver. "What if he needs me and I'm sleeping."

"Your ringer is on. And I messaged them too, so if you don't answer they can call me. Come on," she repeats, gesturing her hand towards you once more, then adding, a whisper, "You know I can't just let you do this to yourself."

You know she didn't mean it like that, but the way she says it makes guilt well up inside you.

"'M sorry," you whisper back, and take their hand.

You practically cling onto Eight as she leads you into the bedroom, only removing yourself from them to sit on the bed. Her fingers linger on your hand for a moment, then pull away.

"I actually got up to use the restroom, I'll be right back. Get comfy." And then she's gone.

You don't get comfy. You can't help it; you're drawn back to obsessively checking your phone for any sign of a message that obviously isn't there, even going so far as drafting a message to Marie asking if she's heard from Four when Eight returns.

"Three," they say from the door, and then move closer. "I said stop that." Fingers under your chin gently tilt your head upward to meet her gaze, and then she kisses you, long and soft, and despite your worry, you melt into it.

Her hand moves to caress your cheek, and it takes several long moments for her to begin to slowly pull away. When she does, you realize it's not only your lips that are empty, but also your hands. Eight makes their way around to their own side of the bed, your phone in hand.

"You absolute siren," you say affectionately. "I need that."

"No," she says as she settles into bed, placing your phone next to hers on her nightstand. "I'll keep tabs for you. Two phones means twice the chance to be woken up if Four calls."

She takes your shoulder and coaxes you to lay down next to her, then hugs you close to herself.

"Your job is to sleep now."

And somehow, despite being absolutely fucking sick with anxiety, with the love of your life holding you close and caressing your hair, your eyes eventually slip closed, and you do manage to do the job you've been assigned.

[tmnt-2012-headcanons]

@riyaselfships submitted: May I request a headcannon for Donnie he has a S/O who is really shy and introverted though she has one interest which is kpop and it has helped her a lot. So she goes to a club and they have show and tell so once it's her turn she shows kpop ( korean pop) but noticed that no one batted a eye and ignored her but those who did insulted her music taste the group and the members. So when she comes home she breaks down crying since she's sensitive? Hope this made sense and that your having a nice day/night this is actually a personal experience too happened to me last week at college ^^

Donnie lands outside of y/n's window, the fire escape clanging underneath his feet. He doesn't bother trying to quiet himself, he and y/n have been planning this since earlier in the week.

He taps on the glass, a smile on his face as he waits for y/n to open the window. Except it doesn't come.

A quick look to his t-cell to make sure he's here at the right time, and he is, so he knocks again. Waits again. Still nothing. He calls out.

"Hey, y/n, are you in there?" And then presses his ear to the window and waits. It's only a moment before he hears the quiet sniffling. "Y/n?" He calls again, this time softer. "Are you alright? Could... could I come in?"

Finally, after another moment of waiting, the lock clicks and the window slides open. Donnie leans down, sliding in only to be met with the wet eyes and red face of y/n.

"Oh, oh, y/n, what happened? Are you alright?" He's walking towards her immediately, and just like that she's collapsing into his arms.

"I- I had a bad day at school..." Y/n sniffles, burying her face into his chest.

Donnie holds her back tight. "What happened? You can tell me, it's alright. I'm here." His voice is quiet, soothing and gentle. He wants to comfort her, and he wants her to know that he's there for her, no matter what.

"There was a um, a show and tell thing today... We were supposed to bring in something we're passionate about and- and I brought in some of my k-pop stuff.. I was trying to show everyone but- but none of them cared. Not one. And the people who were listening, they just made fun of it. They were just mean!" More tears flood her eyes and Donnie just holds her tighter.

It's not like he's not used to those kinds of feelings. Feeling like no one in the world share your interests. It's how he knows how much it can hurt. How awful it can make someone feel.

"Hey, it's alright. It's okay." He tries to sooth her, reaching a hand up and running it through her hair. "I'm sorry that people are like that. Hating anything that's different. Trust me, I know how it feels." He leans back, moving on hand to her cheek and tilting her head up. "But hey, look at me, y/n. They don't matter. They're not important. If they're not willing to listen, and to see what an amazing, interesting, fun and passionate person you are, then they're not worth your time. They're are people out there who will take the time to see everything that you are, I promise."

His fingers move to her cheeks, wiping the tears away as he smiles down softly at her.

"People like me."

Y/n smiles, looking up at Donnie with the first smile since the awful show and tell incident before leaning back in and wrapping him in a tight hug.

"Thank you, Donnie." Y/n says, and Donnie smiles, holding her just as tightly.

"Any time, y/n."

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Dirty Curtis spying Honey after a long day in the rail yard 😍

The second he pulled into the school parking lot, Curtis leaned back in his truck's seat and gave the most tired sigh.

It had been a day and it wasn't done yet, just as he was leaving you texted him with an I need your help if you can pop down to the school.

It was enough for him to not give a shit about going home to clean up, but he was over to that school in record time to help you out. Before he went inside though, he tried scrubbing at the dirt on his face and hands, sputtering that it was the best he was gonna get till he got back home.

Shedding his heavy jacket and hat, he locked the truck up and headed to your classroom, unsure exactly what was going on because you didn't answer your phone. When he got to your classroom, he found you trying to balance on a stool, reaching up to hang up a mural you had been working on all weekend.

Curtis couldn't help the soft grin, catching sight of you after the day, he cleared his throat to get your attention. "Looks like you need a hand?"

"Like five of them, Curtis, and everyone in this wing are gone for the day." You sighed as you stretched once more. Curtis took the chance to admire the way your skirt hugged your curves before he reached around you and took the corner of the mural.

"Step down Honey, let me get it hung up for you." When you did, he took over, stepping on the stool in your place and got the mural tacked up. You worked on the bottom corners while he finished the top. "Looks straight?"

You stepped back and held up a hand, seeming to measure how it lined up. "The mural, yes. It looks really good up there. Now you... well, you just look damn fine up there too."

Curtis snorted as he stepped off the stool, arching a brow at you while you beamed at him. "You didn't look too bad yourself up there Honey."

That made you sputter, turn bashful on him. You easily fit in his arms, as always while he turned back to the mural. "You did a great job."

"No, we did. You helped me this weekend with star placement. I can't wait to dive into the winter constellations unit. I'm working on getting a trip to the planetarium set up for next month."

Curtis admired it, you had worked so hard on it that he felt you really deserved all the credit for it. "The sky is supposed to be clear tonight, I can dig out the telescope after I get cleaned up and we can find some of these." He offered you.

Just as he expected you grew excited about that idea, your eyes widening in enthusiasm. "We can? Oh yes, I would love that. I can cook dinner while you're cleaning up. Although... I rather like you dirty Curtis."

[complacentend]

visit

It's remarkably unremarkable. No different than the dozens of other vacant headstones here. So identical to the rest that truly the only reason he knows this is his is because he'd clawed his way out from the earth beneath it.

There isn't even a letter on here. Then again there didn't seem to be any on the rest of them either. Some of the others have rough carved initials, perhaps by old friends, lovers, maybe even enemies. But at least they're there. A mark of identification, proof that someone had once been there and there remained those who would remember them for whatever reason.

What was there for himself? A decayed, worn down slab of rock that could have been placed for a dead fucking cat for all the rest of the world would ever know or care.

Why did he care?

A twitch of his upper lip, the softest of snarls. That was certainly the question wasn't it.

Why did he care what became of these grounds, of the unbearable noise of the halls across the foggy pavement and the inescapable hell that they contained?

A shook his head and set the blackened lily across the flat top of the stone.

It felt so violently wrong to place a flower at his own stone. Then again, it hadn't been intended for this one. But there would be no marker for the grave he wished to grieve upon. It was unfair. Then again so was the world.

Someone had once told him he couldn't shoulder the world, it would kill him to try.

"You're not Atlas. You are not L. You are Alternate. You will never carry the world, you'll just be crushed and none in the world will be any wiser because of it."

"Ah B. Hindsight truly doesn't count for shit does it?"

"Excuse me! This is private property!"

He turns to see an oider man trodding up the uneven dirt path that lead up to the graveyard.

His fingers danced over the hilt of the switch blade in his coat pocket. He's never used it, never would most likely, but it brought him a pitiful comfort to have it nonetheless.

"My apologies, i'm just a bit lost i'm afraid. Can you point me toward the nearest station?"

It's both a true and false statement. He knew where he was. But in many other ways he was very lost. Had been a long time now.

The man fixes him with the oddest expression before he directs him the way he'd come already.

A takes his leave, an old memory drifting through his mind of two small legs stumbling through overgrown grass, with fanciful thoughts of a world outside of those cold wrought iron gates, where children had names longer than single letters and if they died, people remembered.

[incendiorum-arch]

ever think about how terrified io is of being seen as weak that they go to their limits to try and cover up any emotional or physical pain.

[inseparableduo]

👶 for Andrew?

Meme || Accepting!

Aléx could only blink as he felt everything spin around him. He could see his twin above him crying. Her lips were moving but, all he could hear was a high pitch ringing sound. He didn't know what just happened but, he had a good enough idea.

The person who was supposed to care for them had hurt him again. It was sad that this was his first guess but, he knew it was true. One of his last memories were of his father yelling at him before everything went dark. He tries to move his head, only for the world to start spinning even more. He then closes his eyes, trying to make the feeling go away as he feels his stomach roll.

It's then the ringing goes away, and he can finally hear his twin's voice.

"Aléx? Aléx? Why aren't you answering me, speak up? Are you ok?" Jennifer's voice finally came through to him. Whiny and sad as ever.

He didn't dare move his head again but, he tried his best to give her a smile and ease her worries. At least.... he's pretty sure he did. His arm feels heavy, like when he was in the hospital and got all that medicine again. Still, he tries to reach for her hand, which she gladly takes.

His sister was alright. That's all that mattered right now.

"I'm ok. You can stop crying now. Shhhh." He does his best to soothe her. It seems to work, as she lays down next to him and cuddles up. His arm then wraps around her. Rubbing a small circle on her back. Just like he always did whenever she needed comforting.

"I'm ok, sis don't worry. I'd never leave you." He says, quietly, and he feels really sleepy somehow. Still, they probably shouldn't sleep in the middle of the floor. They would probably get yelled at or worse... stepped on in the morning and beat again. But, first he would have to wait for his head to stop spinning and hurting, along with his body no longer feeling heavy.

He opens his eyes again and his head hurts. Why was everything spinning?

[moonlight1110]

Needy bf!Simon Coming Home from Deployment

Bf!Simon x Reader thoughts bc it's been a hot min since I last posted :')

Tags: afab!reader, smut, NSFW, far from canon Simon, not proofread, no reader dialogue, quick read

Notes: just thought I'd try to post something small, I can't for the life of me come up with a solid plot for a fic TT but I hope y'all enjoy these little drabbles

Bf!Simon is always rather quiet the first few days of being home from deployment. He needs his relaxation after a long few months of being away and needs that time to reacquaint himself with the home you two share.

He will eat dinner with you, chat and help with the chores but he goes straight to bed when he's done, quickly falling asleep even before you could get the chance to say goodnight or cuddle.

The first few days are always a bit of a rollercoaster, but you're used to it at this point, and he appreciates that even though he doesn't voice it out.

One night though, when you joined him in bed after a quick shower to freshen up, he wasn't asleep like he was the past few days after coming home, this was made evident when you had suddenly felt his strong arms wrap around your midsection, his chest pressed against your back as he held you close.

"Love..." He mumbled, his hot breath fanning over your nape as he began to press gentle kisses against your skin, his hands slowly roaming over your clothed body, splaying over your belly as he pressed himself closer.

"Missed you so much..." He mumbled, his voice low and gravelly all the while gently trailing his hand lower, caressing the soft skin of your thighs as his hand travelled beneath the silk fabric of your nightgown.

He was driven by the way you gasped and whimpered from his touch, his lips ever so gentle as his kisses trailed to your shoulders, taking the strap of your nightgown between his teeth as he gently pulled it down, leaving your skin exposed.

Simon wasted no time, not in any mood to tease. All he wanted to do was feel you against him, feel your skin against his own and claim you again. He was a man starved, though he didn't outwardly show it.

"M'sorry... That I haven't been loving you the way you deserve, pretty girl... Just needed some time to rest..." He explained, his words muffled slightly as he pressed kisses on your skin, whispering promises of pleasure and praise in your ear.

He gently cupped your mound beneath the nightgown, earning him a gasp from your lips which made him groan in satisfaction as he gently rubbed his fingers over your clothed pussy, feeling your heat even through the fabric.

His free hand trailed up until he reached the top of your nightgown, pulling it down to free your breasts. He wasted no time in cupping one in his hand, humming in satisfaction as he felt the weight of the plump breast in his palm.

"Beautiful..." He whispered, his breath against your ear as he gently rolled your sensitive nipple beneath his thumb, pinching it and caressing it with a gentleness he always had with you.

Meanwhile, his other hand lowered itself, sliding past the waistband of your underwear, his fingers immediately finding your clit and rolling it between his middle and ring finger, coating them with your slick.

"Can't fuck you the way y'need tonight, baby... But I promise I'll make it up to you..." He whispered against the shell of your ear, his hands working in tandem to bring you pleasure with slow and languid motions, his rough hands adding a layer of pleasurable texture against your sensitive clit.

The hand that was on your breast had moved lower, gently lifting your leg up to allow for more access as his fingers teased at your entrance, swirling around the throbbing muscles.

"Gonna take care of you, baby... You're so gorgeous like this... All mine..." He promised, his words quiet and rough against your skin as he slowly pushed two fingers inside your aching pussy. The feeling made you groan, toes curling at how unfamiliar they felt from being away from him for so long.

"That's it, pretty girl... Just relax and let me in... Missed this pretty pussy, baby... Missed being inside you..." He whispered, planting gentle kisses all across your skin as he began to stretch you open on his fingers, spreading your walls slowly to prepare you.

You could feel his growing bulge behind you, pressing against your ass as he fucked you on his fingers but you knew he'd be saving it for when he was ready enough to fuck you properly, for now, he was focused on using his fingers.

"Good girl... Taking my fingers so fucking good... Need to stretch you open before I fuck you tomorrow, baby... I promise I'll make you feel like I never left..."

[jeonride]

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[seelie-buddy]

A Quiet Love

summary : the love you share with alhaitham is not loud and showy as the love you hear people bragging about; it troubles you for a while

contains : alhaitham believes in 'actions speak louder than words' ; pre-established relationship ; fluff ; gn!reader, this drabble is written in second person

word count : 640

It was long past midnight, and your wandering thoughts left you awake. The croaking of crickets, the twinkling starlight and even the warmth of your dear lover's embrace hadn't been able to lull you into slumber.

While Alhaitham slept peacefully, one hand snug around your waist, holding you close, his warmth is what usually helps you drift into dreamland during such nights; but this time was different.

Earlier during the day, you had heard your colleagues talking about their lovers; bragging about grand gestures, pricey gifts, and vows of 'bringing you the moon' and other such expressions of love.

You didn't pay mind their chatter and continued with your day.

But now that the world slept silently, your thoughts were loud.

'Should love be loud and bold? Expressed with flowing passion and be something to brag about?'

Sleep didn't come easily that night.

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed, and breakfast ready on the kitchen counter; Alhaitham had to head to work before you did, it was now part of your routine.

At work, you consciously kept yourself away from your bragging colleagues.

Your tasks kept you away from your thoughts; but as the day waned away and you walked back home, your thoughts came back to haunt you.

"I'm home," you announce as you step into your shared home.

It takes only a moment for Alhaitham to appear in front of you, closing the font door as you take off your shoes.

"How was work?" He asks, as he always does.

"As usual," you say, bringing yourself to give him a small smile.

And although his eyes linger a second longer on you, seemingly unconvinced, he brushes the topic aside.

"I made dinner tonight, are you hungry?"

That's when the smell comes wafting from the kitchen; he made your favorites.

"I am," you reply, and this time smiling was easy.

Now, with your tummy filled with a delicious meal, your mood had definitely improved. Enough so that you were smiling by yourself as you gathered the used utensils.

"Let me," says Alhaitham as he joins you by your side, taking the plates from your hands. "You must be tired."

But you shake your head. Sure, these last few days were demanding, but— "it's nothing I can't handle."

"I know," he replies, and if the gentleness in his gaze was nothing, then the soft upturn of his lips was telling enough.

You helped him clean up before tucking in for the night.

As you slipped in bed and into his embrace, he pulled the blanket over your shoulders.

"Goodnight," he mummered as he reached for the bedside lamp. But he doesn't switch off the lights yet, as he notices your gaze.

"Is something the matter?"

"Nothing much," you answer as you snuggle closer, resting your forehead by his collarbone. "Just that I..."

He hums, letting you know he's listening if you have anything to say.

"I'm grateful," you say, now grinning brightly.

He raises an eyebrow at you, a small smile appearing on his face as well. "What for?"

"For being able to have you beside me."

A second of silence passes before he huffs, "Is this because I cooked tonight?"

He only rolls his eyes as you burst into laughter.

This time, sleep comes easily to you now that you know the answer to your concerns.

You slip into slumber now that you know you enjoy waking up to breakfast prepared to your preferences, and retiring for the day in the warm embrace of your beloved.

You cherish your lover's presence, his worry for your well-being, and his confidence in your abilities.

Your thoughts no longer haunt you now that you know that love doesn't have to be loud proclamations, or grand gestures.

You slept soundly, knowing that you were content with this quiet, gentle love.

a/n : I wanted to highlight that feeling when you love someone so much that just their presence is enough, like just having them beside you is enough ; also Alhaitham doesn't seem like the kind to actually express love with words (ironic because he literally is proficient in like 20 languages–)

p/s : I wanted this to be sweet domestic fluff, but I fear it might have turned out boring– (my friend who proof-read it didn't find it boring so that was a relief haha;;)