#going to bed gn hope y'all have a good rest of your day

[dreamnotnapss]

Punz and Sapnap saying "i love you" to each other

[callsign-rogueone]

under the weather

fourth wing boys* x gn!partner!reader *Aaric, Bodhi, Brennan, Dain, Garrick, Liam, Ridoc, Sawyer, Xaden! y'all seemed to like excuses, excuses, so here’s something in that style because I don’t feel good rn, but I want to write :( and I added Aaric this time too!  words: 645 🏷: no spoilers. just some thoughts on ways our boys would take care of you when you’re sick 🥰 descriptions of sickness (cough, fever, dizziness, etc.) doctors visits, medication. I've been ripping shots of nyquil all day and I’m not all there rn so I really hope these make sense lol 

Aaric lets you rest your head in his lap while he reads to you, either from a textbook (the grind never stops with this one) or whatever fiction novel he’s reading. the words go in one ear and out the other in your soft delirium, but it’s still nice to hear his voice and feel him stroking your hair as he reads. if you fall asleep on him, he won’t move until you wake up, or unless he absolutely has to — but heaven help the person who makes him move.

Bodhi insists on cuddling you back to health, curling up with you and letting you rest your aching body against his while you settle in for a long afternoon nap, because sleep is the best medicine. he completely ignores your protests that you’ll get him sick too (you do, and then it’s your turn to play nurse next week, but he swears it was worth it). 

Brennan spends as much time with you as he can, bringing his paperwork and things to your shared room so that he can be there when you need him, while still tending to his duties as a leader of the revolution. he checks your temperature and pulse etc. every hour, monitoring you carefully, but he’ll make up for it with lots of forehead kisses. 

Dain excuses you from training until you’re better, insisting that you stay in bed and devote all your energy to recovering. he frequently comes to check on you throughout the day, and you better still be in bed when he does, or you’ll be getting a gentle lecture about the importance of your caring for yourself and how much you mean to him — he needs you to be healthy, okay?

Garrick carries you around whenever you need to go somewhere, because he doesn’t want you collapsing after that dizzy spell you had. he doesn’t care if it’s only twenty feet to the showers and back; he’s scooping you up and walking over himself. he also insists on supervising your shower, but no funny business — you’re sick. once you’ve recovered, however…

Liam draws you a warm bath, letting you soothe your aching muscles for a while before washes your hair and your back for you, being incredibly gentle all the while. he’ll dry you off afterward, letting you pick any of his clothes to wear to sleep if you want, and helping you through the steps of your nightly routine — brushing your teeth, etc., before giving you your medicine and letting you fall asleep on his chest.

Ridoc goes with you to the healers, rubbing your back and making soft jokes all the while to distract you from the discomfort — apologizing when your laughs turn into a coughing fit. he also tries to make you feel normal / less gross when you’re stuck in bed, helping you with basic self-care: brushing and braiding your hair, taking your makeup off if you wear it, helping you do your skincare… 

Sawyer does all the things that you can’t do while you’re sick — goes to class and copies an extra set of notes for you, does your laundry, straightens up your room, etc. that way you can focus on recovering, but also, once you’re back on your feet, you won’t have a huge mess to deal with and you won’t be behind on your studies. he’ll help you review what you missed, as well. 

Xaden is protective to a fault, but when you’re sick, it’s a whole new level. he doesn’t leave your side unless absolutely necessary, ignoring any form of protest. follows the healer’s instructions to the letter — antibiotics every four hours? he’s waking you up at two am, glass of water in hand, helping you sit up so you can take them. he’ll also use his shadows to dim the room so you can sleep through the day. 

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 13 (Size Difference)

Kink: Size Difference

Pairing: Male!Dragon x GN!Reader

Other kinks: Sex toys, Doggy Style, Creampie

Warnings: N/A

Word count: 1400 words

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: As you can tell I went a little hog wild with this one lol, hence why it's longer than the others. Hope y'all enjoy!

You clench your jaw, eyes scrunching closed. But the dildo didn’t hurt, no, it felt good. This was the first time you had successfully taken the 10 inch toy to to the very end without having to tap out, the thick girth of it often leaving your burned, and not in a good way.

Your hole was extra sensitive already, Abzu’s admirable skills with a vibrator bringing you to orgasm twice in just the last hour. But the pressure isn’t overstimulating, but intoxicating. It twists up your insides into an unkempt mess, has your fingers digging themselves into your blankets,

You’re ready.

You tap the bed 2 times, the nonverbal signal for Abzu to stop. He does, quickly taking out the dildo and crawling up your side. He looms over you, the bed creaking as places his excess weight on it.

“I’m sorry, love. Are you okay?”

You shake your head no, but quickly turn to Abzu once you hear him gasp. “No! No, I’m fine, baby. It’s just…” You wet your lips, throat suddenly feeling very dry. “I didn’t want to cum on it. I think-” you take another breath. “I wanna cum on your cock.”

Abzu’s eyes go wide, pupils dilating as an unintentional purr rumbles in his chest. If it were possible for his scales to get any redder, they would be.

“A-are you sure?” Abzu croaks, trying not to seem too eager. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I’m ready.” You wiggle your hips, “I know it.”

Abzu stutters out an ‘okay’, so bashful for a dragonoid twice your size.

He gently readjusts himselfs and slides backward, running a scaled hand down the length of your back. He’s always been very cautious in how he touched you, very aware of his strength and build. It was sweet, seeing how much he held back for your sake, seeing him hold back his whines and love bites as to not appear too desperate, too animalistic.

He had never been able to fuck you with his cock. You had attempted cockwarming, but even as you got used to his size just resting inside of you, he always seemed restless and on edge. It was almost good, but no quite there.

But practice makes perfect. And tonight, you’ll both be rewarded for your hard work and diligence.

An industrial sized thing of lube sits on the nightstand, Abzu squirting a handful and rubbing it along his cock. With plenty of ribs and bumps and a thickness resembling a soda can, it looked like a daring sex toy in itself. Attached to the sweetest, most gentle lover ever however, it rarely got to be put to use.

Until now.

The head of Abzu’s dick is hot, even slathered with cool lube and precum. Just the touch of it against your entrance has you shivering, hips wiggling with anticipation. A hot wave of breath blows across the back of your neck, Abzu leaning forward and resting a free hand by your head to steady himself. From your peripheral you can see his claws beginning to furl into the sheets, his palm almost the size of your head.

“Okay, I’m gonna put it in now.” Abzu whispers, slit now felt up against your tight hole. You nod, forcefully relaxing your lower half and trying to sink into the sensations. With something so big, you often had to remind your own body that this wasn’t something to run from.

Like the dildo, Abzu slowly pushes inside you. You can feel his heavy breathing, hear the rumbling purr in his chest as he slowly sinks into you. His other hand moves by your face, his large body completely shadowing yours.

You exhale slowly, reminding yourself that you took a dildo around this size easily not too long ago. But gods, did this feel way better.

“Fuck.” Abzu whispers to himself, that filthy mouth only coming out when he was really horny. “You f-feel really good.”

“So do you.” You purr, eyes crossing as he finally reaches the end, hips hitting your ass. “Please fuck me, baby. I want it, I need it.”

You can see the hot steamy breath as Abzu exhales, right in front of your face as he settles into his position. He had chosen to lean forward due to your difference in height; if he sat up like in traditional doggy style, you’re sure his cock would by lifting you off the bed, have you dangling like a cocksleeve.

Not that you’d mind, but Abzu always liked to play it safe.

Abzu humps into you gently, only pulling out an inch before sinking back in. You throw your hips back again, getting a choked moan from your lover,

“Faster, I can take it.”

Abzu nods, mind too preoccupied for words, and begins thrusting at a moderate pace. Even so it's still enough to rock the bed, headboard slamming against the wall as Abzu throws his weight into your tight backside. Your groans, muffled by the blanket underneath you, are no less erotic as each hit stretches you out further than you thought possible. The ribbing of his cock dragging down your walls in delicious ways.

“By the gods.” Abzu moans, claws cutting through the duvet cover. “It’s so tight.” Stars shoot behind your eyes when he Abzu gives a particular hard thrust, already beginning to lose himself in pleasure. “I’m gonna go faster. Is that okay?”

You give a thumbs up, finally collected enough to take your face out of the blankets and look forward. Just in time for Abzu to begin bettering your pussy with a fervor. Now the headboard cracks against the walls like thunder, the bed springs squeaking like pigs as the whole bed itself rocks across the floor. Sparks of pure lightning shoot up your spine and deep into your core. Theres a wet thwap as Abzu’s hips hit your sopping hole, already soaked with precum.

“Oh gods, Abzu!” You moan, eyes nearly crossing. But you refuse to close them, not when you can see a perfect underview of Abzu’s coiled up face; Biting his lip, drool beginning to spill down his jaw, those desperate eyes peer back at you, watching his own cock fuck you open.

“You’re f-fucking incredible.” Abzu snarls, eyes darting to how easily his dick disappears inside. “Taking it all, like a good mate.”

Abzu breaks eye contact to moan again, clenching his brow down. You can hear the bedposts scratching lined into the hardwood, pictures on the wall rattling nearly their supports. He’s gotten to the point where he can pull his dick all the way out to the tip and plunging it back in, making your toes curl.

“Your cock is incredible.” You stutter, the stoking climax scrambling your brain. “I’m obsessed, I don’t think I could ever go back to toys.” Your hos jerk, spasming walls milking Abzu. He snarls again, fangs biting down onto his bottom lip. “Fuck! It feels so good!”

A numbness is spreading down your legs, like when your limbs fall asleep. But this time the buzzing is more like tiny shockwaves, sending earthquakes across each cell. You’re close, hole sucking Abzu in and trying to get him there too.

“Please cum in me.” You pant, looking up at Abzu. “I wanna be filled up, baby. Take it all.”

“Fuck yeah.” Abzu reaches up and grabs the headboard, easily cracking it under his grip. He doesn’t mind the way the wall knocks against his knuckles, lesbing a fist shaped imprint. “I’m gonna drain my balls in you.”

You nod in desperation, climax peaking. With your hips rolling over his dick, it doesn’t take Abzu long to finish after. The cacophony of skin hitting skin and you're slowly-breaking bed is overshadowed by Abzu’s ferocious roar as he cums inside you, hot jets of cum quickly filling you to the brim. Squirts leak in between his cock as he rides out a 20 second orgasm, no doubt ruining the duvet beneath.

Abzu pants above you, impressively holding himself up as to not crush you as he catches his breath. You have no such problem, letting your body sink into the mattress as your muscles finally give out.

Abzu sinks to the side, cock still inside you, cum steadily drizzling out of your hole. Those large hands rub your lower back, his gentle purr rumbling your sore muscles.

[whorxology]

HI HII hope ur having an amazing day!! But I can I request Percy x reader (gn if possible plz:3) where Percy n reader get caught by Sally (after they rescue her😞) cuddling n kissing BUT Sally didn't know they were in a relationship (maybe they were just couldn't tell her since they didn't know when or couldn't since they just rescued her??). ITS OK IF U CANT/DONT WANT TO!! plz take care of urself n remember to drink water ^.^tysm!!

A/N: PLEASE YOU ARE LITERALLY SO SWEET. THIS IS SO EXCITING I LOVE GETTING REQUESTS. This is my first actual blurb so please let me know what y'all think.

⛧☾༺♰Red Handed♰༻☽⛧

PAIRING: Percy Jackson x Reader

WARNINGS: Established Relationship, cursing, GN Reader, Possible spoilers for TLT, Kissing, OOC Percy.

W.C: 0.8K

A/N: I have not read the books only knowledge I have of Percy is from the movies, TV show, and multiple fics I have read. While writing this I have Logan Lerman Percy Jackson in mind. With that being said this is purely for fun. You are more than welcome to disagree and leave feedback.

It had been a hell of a past few hours. In less than 24 hours you, Percy, Grover, and Annabeth had managed to go to the underworld and save Sally, briefly fought Luke before Percy ultimately beat his ass, returned the lightning bolt to Zeus, and got Grover back from the underworld. 

"My god my back is killing me" You groaned as you stretched yourself out on Percy's bed. You had gotten out of a much-needed shower, the scalding hot water seeming to work miracles on your bruised skin. You smelled faintly of Vanilla and were wearing an old AC/DC tee shirt and shorts that Percy had lent you. 

Saying you were exhausted was an understatement. You missed your friends, your cabin mates, and most importantly sleep. Considering you’d been barely managing to catch 40 minutes of sleep in the past few days you’d take anything. 

"I wonder why's that," Percy said sarcastically as he slid himself up behind you. He placed his head into the crook of your neck inhaling your scent. "God you smell good," He said as his hands found their way under your shirt and onto your waist. His cold hands meet your hot skin making you shiver. 

Percy missed his mom more than shown. You wouldn’t blame him, you know if you got your mom back you’d be feeling the same as him, if not worse. Annabeth and Grover had gone back to camp while you and Percy decided to stay with his mom for the night. You would have gone back to camp with Grover and Annabeth but Percy insisted on you staying with him. 

"Can't say the same for you," You say jokingly. Percy's cold hands were poking around your waist with intent making you giggle and squirm when he poked a sensitive spot below your ribs. 

"Hey I showered," he said defensively as his poking turned into tickling. His fingers were relentless "Take it back." He said into your neck as you laughed loudly trying to get away. 

"Percy!" You whisper shouted trying to pry his hands away from your waist. You didn't want Sally to hear and get the wrong impression about you. 

"Take it back love or else I won't stop," He whispered into your ear as he pinned your wrist down with one hand. His other becoming harsher tickling your sides as if there was no tomorrow. 

"OKAY, OKAY FINE I"M SORRY, YOU SMELL AMAZING," You practically shouted as you grasped at his hands. If he kept it up you’d probably piss your pants. Finally, after what seemed like years he stopped tickling you resting his hands back on your waist. He shoved his head back into your neck.

"Percy," you said in a warning tone. He had started to kiss right below your ear. 

"Hmm?," He hummed back. The vibration tickles against your neck right below your jaw. His hands around your waist tightened, pulling your back further onto him. 

“Percy,” you whine breathlessly. Your hands reach behind you to tug on his hair. He was being an ass, placing slow kisses on the collar of your neck.  

“Who smells amaz- OH MY GOD," 

The sound of Percy's door opening was all you heard before you were on the ground. Your ass hurts from the sudden impact. 

"Oh my god sweetie are you okay," Sally said rushing to your side. Her hands grabbed yours as she pulled you off the ground. 

"Oh my god babe I'm sorry I panicked," Percy said as he grabbed your waist and pulled you back onto the bed. 

"Im fine it's okay really," You laughed as you sat on the bed leaning against Percy finding the whole situation funny. Percy was sitting on his bed awkwardly with one hand around your waist and the other rubbing the back of his neck, his face bright red while Sally's eyes were looking at him expecting answers. 

"Babe? When did this happen," Sally questioned as she leaned against the wall. She didn't look upset but rather amused. "Since a little after I got to camp," Percy said looking at his mom. He stopped rubbing his neck and instead started playing with your fingers instead. 

“Okay cool, look I get it, I understand you’re young I was young one too and I will admit I had my fair share of fun -” She was cut off by a loud groan from Percy. He threw himself back into his bed. His black hair hit his light blue pillow. 

“Oh my god, Mom please stop” He mumbled his entire face red again. You can hear the embarrassment in his voice. 

“Okay okay I’ll leave,” she said as she put her hands up with a cheeky smile on her face. “This door stays open though,” she said as she pointed at Percy, suddenly serious. 

“MOMMMMM.”

A/N: How do yall feel about the color-coded diolauge? would yall prefer it like this or as regular text?

[keyotos]

can i request any hsr characters sleepover hcs w/ gn reader?

nights like this

summary ⎯ sleepover hcs w/ the hsr men! you basically stay over.

includes ⎯ dan heng, gepard, blade, sampo, & jing yuan.

tana's words ⎯ yk i was never much of a sleepover kid as a kid; i missed my mother too much. this is kinda short. maybe bad bc i had writers block during this. anyway i hope u enjoy anon!!!

dan heng

⎯ terrible sleeper. sleep schedule is messed up. sometimes he goes to sleep at 12 (early), sometimes 6 am (late).

⎯ when you're with him, he sleeps a little better (sleeping at 2 instead of 6). your rhythmic breathing always manages to set him at ease, which causes him to relax and sleep better.

⎯ you guys like to read together before bed. he reads at a faster pace than you do, but that's okay bc he's always waiting for you to finish a page before he moves on. doesn't matter how long you take; he'll wait forever as long as it's you.

⎯ before y'all became official, you'd sneak into dan heng's room just to hang out. but that always ended up in you two sleeping on his floor mattress together. was it comfortable? no. was it enjoyable? yes. bc ur with dan heng.

⎯ he sleeps with his entire body literally draped over yours. you guys take the phrase, "tangled limbs," to the max. sometimes when you wake up, it's practically like a puzzle trying to get yourself out of his grip.

⎯ dan heng is always cold at night, so naturally he pulls you closer for warmth. only, he pulls you so close that it still isn't close enough.

⎯ he's not the deepest sleeper, but he sleeps pretty well (when he's not having nightmares). you are mostly a part of the reason why he is able to sleep better.

⎯ dan heng tries to sleep in your room as much as possible; mostly because your bed is usually more comfortable and because he wants to feel you in between his arms

⎯ likes to kiss you on your eyebrow before bed

⎯ you two ARE NOT getting out of bed until like noon. you guys would wake up early but you'd both just stay in bed foreverrrrr. dan heng loves being near you in general: dan heng wants you to stay in bed with him for life sometimes. and you're not arguing.

gepard

⎯ he is the man you'd have a night routine with. i'm talking like skincare routines, brushing teeth together, facemasks, watching the news before bed. you guys are like a little old couple.

⎯ when you'd do skincare with him, gepard would let you sit in between his legs on the counter. it's just hot.

⎯ swings an arm around you as you two brush your teeth. like his arm is around your shoulders and he is unknowingly pulling you deep into his chest. and he's just leaning on you. it's bc he's comfortable with you and he is secretly really touchy.

⎯ he has a relatively good sleep schedule. he's probably not getting the right amount of sleep due to his duties, but he gets more sleep than dan heng!

⎯ cuddles you when you two go to sleep. you guys would sleep face to face and he'd rest his head on top of yours while you guys are sleeping. he pulls you so close.

⎯ on nights he can't sleep, you two just lie awake and talk. talk about each other's days, pet peeves, future dreams: gepard finds solace with you no matter what. he's the type of person to have deep conversations about the future with because he has probably planned it out.

⎯ you two would be in bed and gepard would accidentally blurt out that he wants to marry you. and then he's a mess.

⎯ sleeps so peacefully. no nightmares no nothing. nothing disturbs his sleep (except for his alarm). he's just so peaceful and content just being in bed with you.

⎯ wants to stay in bed with you forever but he actually has to wake up super early. before he leaves, he always kisses your forehead and places a kiss to your knuckles. you're always asleep when it happens so it's just his secret routine.

⎯ he likes to admire you before he leaves. he wants to study every crevice on your face like you're a famous artwork in a museum. thinks about you for the entire day. then he gets home and all of his past problems have diminished.

blade

⎯ he's probably too busy plotting VENGEANCE to think about sleep.

⎯ im jp. he loves sleeping, especially if you're there next to him. he thinks being able to sleep with you is one of the best things that have been granted to him by the aeons.

⎯ you're just too adorable. you like to come up and wrap your arms around his torso, while he's sleeping on his back with an arm around your entire body. he wraps an arm around you to make sure you wouldn't fall off/he wants to keep you close to him. it's a reminder that you're here and you're so peaceful against him.

⎯ he sleeps so late. you would always fall asleep first. you always fall asleep on him so his arm is always numb. but blade doesn't mind, especially when it's you.

⎯ likes to be a fucking TEASE before bed. omg he's like a like roblox troll. his hands are usually cold, so he'd reach under your shirt and like put his hands around your ribcage. it surprises you and makes you jump up into him, which is why he does it.

⎯ blade does not move when he sleeps. he sleeps perfectly still. he isn't a deep sleeper, just a still sleeper. he's hypervigilant, but he manages to stay in the same spot throughout the entire night. that being said, the way his arm/shoulder/whatever body part you're sleeping on becomes numb in the morning...

⎯ blade may seem like a simple guy, but he is not. every time he pulls you closer, he intends to keep you with him for the rest of his life. he likes to bury his head in your hair to remind himself of you; he wants to remember the smell of your shampoo for ages.

⎯ when he wakes up and he sees that you've moved away from him, blade likes to pull you back in.

sampo

⎯ another horrible sleeper. it's bc of his "business hours" that he arrives home at terrible hours.

⎯ sneaks into bed with you... always wakes you up. you give him a oblictatory smack on the shoulder every time he does this, but to your (mock) dismay, he always pulls you on top of him.

⎯ sleeps and does not wake back up. you have to like violently shake him to even get him to stir out of sleep. he arrives home so late and, to make up for lost hours, he sleeps for so long.

⎯ grabs you and does not let you go. you're pressed against him and awake while bro is dead asleep. it's like a whole mission trying to get out of his grip.

⎯ he is so MOUTHY when he wakes up; somehow he regains all energy that he missed out on the previous night and wakes up all happy and clingy. tries to GO BACK TO SLEEP after he realizes the both of you are awake.

⎯ the type to be like, "five more minutes," mf you have slept for FIVE DAYS. he'll use every trick in the book too; he'll do the pout, puppy dog eyes, even going so far as to beg and plead on his knees in the bed.

⎯ and of course, you stay in for five more minutes. i lied, you guys stay in for more than five minutes. you agreed because of his incessant pestering, but also bc you love him i guess.

⎯ he gets home really late and you barely get to see him at night, so for now, you suppose you'll settle for late mornings with sampo.

jing yuan

⎯ GREAT SLEEPER. PERFECT FOR NIGHT ROUTINES. PERFECT FOR MORNING ROUTINES.

⎯ as general, he doesn't have the hectic sleep schedule like dan heng, and he also does not have to wake up as early as gepard. he gets to sleep early with you and he gets to wake up and spend the morning with you as well.

⎯ sometimes yanqing likes to spend time with you in the morning. he goes in to remind jing yuan of something but he ends up staying for one hour bc you two strike up a conversation filled with widely various topics.

⎯ on mornings yanqing doesn't come in, you two just spend the whole morning talking about your plans for the day. your schedules are around the same length as each other, so you two barely have time to spend together during the day. but at least you two have your mornings and nights.

⎯ nights are great. you two like to talk about your days while you lay side to side, head resting on jing yuan's chest. your breathing is synchronized, not uneven. you feel safe, at peace, and calm.

⎯ yk that couples that fall asleep quickly together are chemically bonded? yeah that's you and jing yuan. you two are KNOCKED OUT after like 11:30 (old folk) because you two are chemically bonded.

⎯ whenever the other is not around, you guys have trouble sleeping. you guys sleep so early together, but when you guys are apart? you will be getting no sleep.

⎯ loves sleeping early with you. loves to have you in his arms as fast as possible. loves mornings with you. loves how you look similar to being iridescent in the morning. loves everything about you tbh.

NOT one of my best hcs but thats ok

[yeehawbvby]

Safe (Sebastian x GN!Reader)

Rating: Teen+

Summary: You run into Sebastian on your way into town from the bathhouse, and he invites you to go for a ride with him. The thing is, you’re terrified of motorcycles.

Luckily, he helps you feel safe while you prepare to accompany him.

Author's Note: This was 100% wholeheartedly inspired by these images by sinsydia.. when I say I have been rotating that last one in particular in my brain for DAYS I'm not exaggerating!! ;;w;; Hope y'all like this x

Check it out on ao3!

It was a rough day. 

A new season had just started so you spent more time than usual tending to your crops, and then had to delve into the mines for a good few hours to fulfill a bulletin board request. 

Got your ass kicked by some bugs and bats all for a stupid topaz… Elliot better need it for something good.

After dinner, you felt awful, but didn’t want to go to bed just yet; you figured you at least deserved a nice dip at the bathhouse first to relax. So after cleaning the dishes, you trudged through the backwoods, up the mountain, and then across the broken, dirty tiles of the worn-down building feeling half-dead; wondering, Is this really worth the hike? 

About 20 minutes into your soak, you realized that it totally was worth it. You found yourself shoving your swimsuit back into your locker with a second wind that only a nap could usually supply, ready to enjoy the rest of your night.

Rather than turning right into the backwoods, you made your way further down the hill with an extra pep in your step, deciding to take the long way home. A round headlight stopped you in your tracks, though.

You squinted through the beam and smiled, noticing a tall, hooded figure resting against the bike that beam came from, with a cigarette hanging between his lips. Had to try your best not to ogle at how good he looked. As much as motorcycles freaked you out, you couldn’t deny the appeal of seeing Sebastian leaning so coolly against his own.

As you approached, he turned to you, nodding his head once in greeting. “Hey,” he offered before turning for a moment to breathe out some smoke.

“What’s up?” 

“I was just about to head out.” He runs a hand through his hair, pushing back his hood in the process. 

“Oh, cool,” you nodded, sparing a glance south towards the town. He probably wants me to leave, then. “I won’t keep y—“ you stopped yourself at the sight of a goofy and mischievous — albeit very handsome — grin staring down at you when you faced him again.

A nervous laugh slipped its way past your lips while you looked around at the scenery once more to distract yourself. Hopefully your cheeks didn’t look as warm as they felt…

Through some residual giggles, you asked, “What’s with the face?” 

He flashed you a toothier smile. “Wanna come with?”

You took a deep breath in. On one hand, a night out with your crush sounded amazing. On the other… 

You puffed your cheeks, still holding your breath while you stared down Sebastian’s vehicle.

Finally letting that air escape your lungs, you hesitantly responded with a question of your own. “You… you mentioned a while back that you'd keep me safe if I ever rode with you, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “of course.”

“You promise you will?”

“I’ll do ya one better.” He held out a pinky, his face softening as he wiggled it at you.

You could’ve sworn your heart melted a little when you linked your little finger through his. The two of you remained comfortably intertwined for a few beats while you decided what to do.

You knew you’d be wondering about what you were missing out on all night if you didn’t go with him… well, wherever he was going. 

Fuck it.

With a sigh, you nodded. “Alright, yeah.” The words came out airy, your nerves putting themselves on full display. 

Sebastian’s grin grew wide and genuine while he snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray he kept near the garage door. 

“Sick.” He nodded towards the bike, “You get on first. I’ve gotta grab a few things.”

Nodding at the instructions he gave you, you padded over to the motorcycle, inspecting it a little before straddling the seat. 

Your heart raced thinking of what was to come. You trusted Sebastian, of course, but you didn’t trust other drivers on the road. Weren’t sure how you felt about being a passenger without a roof or doors to shield you, either. 

Your friend came back with two helmets in hand — one very clearly old and worn, and the other sleek and new, as if recently polished. He handed you the fancier one.

There was a noticeable shake to your hands while you took the protective gear from him. 

“Hm…” he hummed at that observation, his mouth crooked. “Scoot forward. I wanna try something.”

With the helmet in your lap and your view plastered to the instrument panel, you did just that. Then, you stiffened as you felt Sebastian climb on behind you, reaching around your frame to hold the handlebars.

He hummed pensively again, his baritone reverberating through your back and sending a shiver down your spine, before nodding. “I can work with this.”

“Is this even legal?” you asked, looking behind yourself and up at him. 

Yoba above you’ve never been this close to him. As if your anxiety regarding the motorcycle wasn’t enough stress on your poor heart…

He shrugged and looked down at you, grinning. “Probably not.” His breath was minty and smokey as it brushed your face. He winked as he tacked on, “That’s what the backroads are for.” The small gesture had your stomach doing flips.

You nodded, still unsure, but again trusting his judgment; and after putting his own helmet on, he put a large hand on your shoulder and leaned down, getting close to your ear.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. We’ll take it slow, yeah?”

Too nervous to look at his eyes this closely through the polycarbonate between you, you kept your view on his knee, nodding. 

After a pat where his hand was, he reached around you and grabbed the other helmet, plopping it down over your head. The action made you laugh. Definitely helped to lighten the mood.

“Alright, a few things,” he went on while you adjusted the headgear, pointing towards some metal bars near the front wheels of the vehicle. “You see those crash bars there?” 

“Yup.”

“Keep your feet on ‘em. Any dangling when we’re in motion could get dangerous.” Next, while you heeded his words, Sebastian brought both hands around you and grasped the handlebars near where they met. “If you need to grab anything, which you should if you want to really feel secure, hold onto this. Any higher,” he slid his hands towards the grips, “and you could mess with my steering.” You could hear a sly smile in his voice as he suggested, “Unless you wanna steer—“

You cut him off, your own tone amused. “No way in hell.”

He barked out a quick laugh. “Whatever you say. Now, one more thing.”

“Hm?”

“Let me know if you feel too spooked at any point and I’ll pull over, or we can just turn back, or whatever.” 

Your anxiety had already been washing away, but that suggestion solidified how safe he really made you feel. 

You breathed deeply.

He really would keep you safe.

“Yeah, sounds good,” you nodded. “I trust you, though. I think I’ll be okay.”

Braving the closeness, you turned your head towards his again. He was looking down at you already, so your helmets bumped in the middle, leaving both of you chuckling as a result. 

“Thanks, Seb.”

“What for?”

You shrugged. “For looking out for me, I guess, I dunno.” You could see his eyes grin through the lens of his helmet before he headbutted your own with it. You stifled a giggle.

“No problem, ya sap.” He started up the bike before looking down at you again. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Let’s do this.”

[ryder-writes]

Just Relax, Love- Auron x GN!Reader

Summary: After a bad night, Rook helps Auron relax

A/n: *bursts thru door* IT'S HERE! I FINALLY DID IT! I had so much fun writing his dialogue lol. Hope y'all enjoy my first Yuurivoice fic :3

CW: Showering together but nothing happens, suggestive/nsfw at the end (no sex but it is heavily implied), MDNI

WC: 1.35k

It was quiet and peaceful in your bedroom- well, his bedroom. It was basically both of yours at this point anyway; even if you had your own separate room in his giant home. Auron insisted you have a place to yourself when you moved in (you've never even slept in there). But that wasn’t your fault! Your bed was nothing compared to his, in size and comfortability. You were both sound asleep. Your partner was turned away from you, your backs touching each other. He had a tendency to curl up into a ball when sleeping. You thought it was cute. He disagreed.

As a light sleeper, you were usually woken up by his grunting whenever he stretched in the morning. Hearing those grunts, you shifted in your sleep, slowly waking up from hearing your partner's small noises. Rubbing your eyes, you turn to look at the clock. Why was he up at 1 in the morning? You roll over to face him, expecting to see him sitting up. Instead, you see his back. Quietly, you can hear him grunt and whine. He's also trembling. It's like he's trying to turn over- get closer to you- but he doesn’t have the energy to. You reach out and rub his shoulder. He stirs, not yet waking up. You gently shake him while whispering.

"Baby? Baby, wake up." He gasps, immediately throwing off his sleeping mask (he so wears one u cannot convince me otherwise) and jolting up so his weight is resting on his elbows. His face holds a look of fear before turning to you, where it shifts into one of relief. Pulling you into him, he rests his chin on top of your head. "Are you okay?" You whisper. Auron stays quiet for a second before answering:

"…I think so." You reach up and start to play with hair tie holding his braid in place.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay, then. You wanna go back to sleep?"

"I just want to stay here." He mumbles, nuzzling into your head. You lean forward and kiss his chin before settling and starting to drift off again. He simply stays there, holding you. He wouldn’t dare close his eyes- not after what he dreamed. You knew of his other career, but he kept even vague details and information hidden. He knew your relationship to him could cause you harm. That is why he couldn’t tell you what he saw; what he dreamed. He didn’t want you to leave him out of fear.

-

Auron was miserable at work. He didn’t sleep at all after his nightmare, and refused to take the day off. Thankfully, he had told Trish to cancel all of his meetings. At lunch, you decide to visit him, bringing him some coffee.

"Oh, thank you, Y/n." He takes the mug from your hand, giving you a grateful smile. Leaning on his desk, you take a sip of your own drink.

"You can use pet names, y'know. We're alone in here." You tease.

"It's unprofessional. And besides, I doubt Trish wants to hear our mushy couple talk."

"I doubt Trish cares." You chuckle. Your face quickly changes into one of concern. "Seriously, though, are you okay? Did you ever go back to sleep?" He sighs. He hates talking about personal things at work, but allowed it since he knew you just wanted to make sure he was okay.

"No, I never did. I'm okay though. Cancelled my meetings for today."

"Well that's good." You're relieved he's somewhat taking it easier today.

"Call it a perk of being the CEO." He quips.

"Anyways," You start, "I was wondering if I could go home early today." He sighs, but not in an annoyed way.

"Just because you're my partner doesn't mean you can just leave early."

"I know, I just want to surprise you. And, not by much. Just 30 minutes. I'll say I have an appointment or something." He thinks for a minute, debating.

"Fine." Your face lights up.

"Thank you, baby!" You hop down from his desk and kiss his head. He opens his mouth to protest but stops upon seeing your face. You happily walk out of his office, going over the plan in your head. He shakes his head while chuckling. He's curious to see what you have planned.

-

Walking through the door of his place, Auron is hit with the smell of lavender. Looking around, nothing looks out of place. He doesn't even see a single candle lit.

"Love?" He calls out..

"Hold on! Gimme a sec!" You yell from another room. He chuckles and sets his bag down. You come into the front room, walking up to him and giving him a kiss.

"Come with me." You say as you grab his hand.

Leading him into the bathroom, he notices the shower running. "I thought you would like to take a shower after such a long day." You smile. His hands grab your waist as he pulls you in for a kiss. Breaking the kiss after as long as possible, he leans away and looks you straight in the eyes.

"Are you comfortable with joining me?" He asks. You nod, moving his hands off of you before starting to undress. He starts to as well, stepping in before you, offering his hand to help you into the shower.

-

After your shower, you get Auron to leave his towel on after drying off while you change into a robe.

"Now why do you get a robe and I don't?" He teases.

"Because," Opening the door to your shared his bedroom, you reveal a portable massage table in the middle of the floor. The dresser is adorned with essential/massage oils and a candle. One of many that were scattered across various surfaces in the room. Auron raises an eyebrow. "I'm gonna give you a massage." You explain.

"And you bought the- cot? table?- why?" Confusion spreads across his face.

"I don't have to pay for rent anymore." You shrug."So I can pay for stuff to pamper you."

"Don't call it 'pampering'. I'm not a child." He huffs."And, you should know I have more than enough money to buy things for myself." You hide a chuckle under your breath. He could spoil you all he wants, but you trying to return the favor was just too much, apparently.

"Okay, old man. Get on the table." You say, directing him to lay down. He casts you a playful glare before laying down on the table. He rests his head down on his crossed arms. You reach over and grab the massage oil from the dresser.

"You ready?" You ask, not wanting to startle him. He hums in response.

-

You massage his back, arms, legs, shoulders, and neck (and some more scandalous areas), re-applying oil to your hands every so often.

"Feel good, love?" Kissing between his shoulder blades, you continue to rub your hands on his lower back. Maybe past his lower back.

"Mhmm" He turns his head around so he can look at you. "Aren't you mischievous tonight?" Feigning innocence, you hum in confusion. "I'm well aware you're reaching down there for a reason."

"And what would that reason be?"

"I think we both know the answer to that, darling." The corner of his lip curls upward, inadvertently showing you his true intentions. Not that it was hard to see. Deciding to tease him further, you move your hands to rest around his hips, rubbing and squeezing the muscle and flesh there. He sighs. Beginning to turn around, he locks eyes with you. He takes off the towel, forcing you to let go of him as he turns to lay on his back. Your eyes rake up and down his body. The desire and wanting in your body is increasing by the second. Auron reaches forward and cups the side of your face. Forcing you to make eye contact. "Do you want to help me relax, Rook?"

You nod.

"You want to make me feel good?"

You nod again.

"Then I trust you know what to do, darling."

My Masterlist <3

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

Hi!! I really love your works.. can I request a fic? I was maybe hoping for Soap helping reader through caffeine withdrawal? 👀 I know it's a bit specific, but I find it really endearing ☹️☹️

P.S. I love Amelia!! Such a neat OC. 🫶🫶

What’s In A Drink? Caffeine, Apparently.

A John “Soap” MacTavish x Reader fic

A/N: Thank you, Anon! 

I’ve been wanting to write something for Soap for a bit, but I couldn’t really think of anything I might want to do. I’m going to make this two parts, just to give you all something to nibble on while I work on the other things. Thank you to my readers for the brainworms and all the support! I’m sorry that this part is so short :/

This one’s a little heavy on the content warnings only because addiction is a sensitive topic, and I get that it’s hard for some people. That being said, it’s entirely understandable if you don’t want to read this. Feel free to keep scrolling. 

CW/TW: slight angst, discussions and symptoms of addiction/withdrawal, depressive and self-deprecating behavior, swearing, implied self-starvation

18+ only please, MDNI (I can’t control your content consumption, but if you’re underage, don’t interact). As much as I appreciate the support, I don’t want to block people.

Reader: GN Reader, You/Your PNs, use of R/N

“C’mon, ye’ve gottae eat.” It’s the same familiar brogue that you love-hate. Johnny. 

“I can’t,” you say, picking your head off your arms. The all-too-familiar prickle of irritation scratches at the back of your skull. “My appetite is nonexistent.”

“At least try, please. It’s no’ good to starve yerself,” Johnny pleads.

The prickle starts to feel more like cactus spines with every passing second. “I said I’m not hungry, John.” John. You never call him John. “Just back off.”

But of course, Johnny’s persistence remains. He steels himself for the rest of the harsh words that are sure to spill from your lips. “Look, ye dinnae need to be cunty. I’m only tryin’ tae help ye. It’s better tae eat proper food than chug an energy drink. And ye ken we’re using vacation days for this.”

Your head falls back down to rest on your forearm, your other hand fidgeting with the ties of your sweatshirt’s hood. You’re staring at the ground beneath the table, between your socked feet. “I didn’t ask for your help, Johnny. You just kind of inserted yourself into my business, now you’re wasting your vacation days making sure I get out of bed and eat more than half a bowl of cereal. I didn’t ask you to.”

“Look, I ken,” Johnny sighs. “I ken ye dinnae want me around, but I want tae help ye feel better. I ken it’s hard, but it’s easier tae do it now than tae deal wit’ it on a mission when ye cannae have a Monster. Not tae mention, they’re shite for yer health; the taurine in those things, Jesus.”

“Alright, Johnny, I get it. Just back off,” you grumble, pushing your chair from the table as you stand. “I don’t need your help. Just leave me alone.”

Johnny looks at you softly, almost sadly, as you turn and walk towards your room. “Love, I didnae mean to pester ye, I only want ye better.”

“Why, you can’t deal with me like this?” You spit. 

He’s shocked, taken aback, but he still tries to fix it. “No, I didnae mean it like that, I swear. I only meant-”

“It doesn’t matter what you meant. I don’t care. Might just be better if we broke up, seeing as you don’t want to put up with me anymore.”

“What? No, R/N, I didnae say that! I dinnae want tae throw us away over a little misunderstanding. I love ye, and I want tae marry ye one day. I-” He cut himself off. 

“Look, I don’t care, okay? I mean- wait, what did you say? You want to marry me?”

I'm cutting this here (for the cliffhanger hehe). I'll probably have the other half out for y'all in a few days. I've been extra busy lately and haven't found much time to work on the fics, but I'm trying when I can. Thank you all for being so patient and supporting me!

P.S. I'll upload this to Ao3 later. I'm a bit short on time at the moment.

[vainvenus]

⌲;꒰Winter Hell Wonderland꒱

Pairing(s): Vance Hopper x Gn!Reader

12 Days of Christmas Prompt: Snow Day!

Summary: Schools out because it snowed like hell and while Vance hated the cold more than anything he's outside in the snow with you.

Includings: More opposites attract, can be read as platonic or romantic but it's mostly platonic, nothing but fluff y'all

An: Look at me being on time because I'm writing this in Study Hall

This is also rlly short so sorry

@finneysbaseball @misalemon1 @nzlikestea @go-on-and-kiss-the-girl @thelorewitch @xxsunflowerloverxx @iluvblueberrymuffinz

Vance peaked from his curtains to look outside, squinting as the snow was practically blinding him. His lips formed into a snarl as he saw the snow continuously falling from the sky and joining the rest that was scattered throughout the ground.

Most would say it was a Winter Wonderland outside since the entire town was covered in snow like those cute mini Christmas sets you see everywhere, but Vance would call it a Winter Hell since he hated the snow.

He just didn't like the cold in general, his closet wasn't made for cold weather with the amount of wifebeaters and short sleeves he owned. He didn't like having to deal with the chance of him getting sick and the cold just made him uncomfortable.

But one good thing about the horrible weather was that school was called off because the roads weren't in good condition to drive in so he could be happy about that.

Vance closed his curtains and went to lay back down in his bed, there was no way he was gonna walk all the way to Grab-And-Go in freezing weather like this and there wasn't like there wasn't anything more to do.

As soon as he was getting comfortable under the warm covers he had heard a knock at the door and he groaned, flipping on his side and hoping that whoever it was would just go away.

But they didn't, the knocking had continued and after about three minutes of dealing with continuous knocking he got up and hurried down the stairs, sliding to the front door.

Vance cracked the door open a bit and was ready to start shouting at whoever he could see through it but he stopped once he saw you with a huge grin on your face.

He rolled his eyes and opened the door, letting you in as you shook off the snow from your coat, hat and mittens. Stomping on the doormat to free your boots from the snow.

He glanced out the window, noticing that snow still wasn't letting up before he looked back to you. "The hell are you doing out in this weather?"

"What do you mean? This is perfect weather to play in, Vance." You said, gesturing to the boy who was still in his pajamas "The real question is why aren't you dressed yet?"

He had looked at you with an indescribable expression but it was a mixture of disgust and pure confusion. "I'm not going out in that hell."

"Oh c'mon, Vance! It'll be fun!" You had said with a bright smile on your face.

"No."

You nudged his shoulder, making Vance shudder as the cold fabric of their coat brushed against his arm. "I'll buy you those tickets to that racecar show you've been dying to go to."

"I'm not that easy to bribe." He retorted.

"Front row seats."

♡

"I...f...fucking hate you." Vance shivered, even though he was wearing two winter coats, his thickest pair of jeans, snow boots, wool gloves and a hat, he was still freezing cold as he dug his face further into his coats.

You had only giggled as you were laying in the snow, limbs spread out like an "X" as you were moving them back and forth so that you could make a snow angel.

"If you wanna stay warm then you gotta move around." You stated and he had grumbled something incoherent under his breath.

"Why not join me and make a snow angel right next to mine?" You had said, looking up at him as he was standing over you with a slight glare.

"And get more snow in my hair and deal with my ass literally freezing? No thanks." He scoffed as he looked up at the sky, seeing that it was beginning to snow even more.

You shruggd and got up, bending over to make a smiley face on your Angel before you had started to make a small ball of snow before rolling it along more.

"What're you doing?" The blonde questioned as he watched you roll around in a circle to create a huge looking snowball.

"Building a snowman, duh."

He huffed, his air coming out like smoke as he did so, watching as you were starting to roll up the second ball for the snowman.

"After you do that can we head back in? I can't feel my toes or fingers."

You shook your head, rolling your eyes. "You're so overdramatic. You should consider acting the way you're being such a drama queen."

"I'm not being dramatic!" He had exclaimed, now rubbing his legs together. "I'm fucking freezing my balls off so let's wrap this shit up."

You pushed the snow for the second ball towards the snowman, looking over at Vance who was shaking like he'd been trapped in a deep freezer.

It was a funny sight that you started to giggle since he looked like a penguin whenever he was attempting to move around to creative any kind of heat as you had suggested earlier.

Vance was a little right though, it felt like it was getting colder and even as much as you loved the snow you wanted to get back where it was warm and maybe convince the boy to watch a Christmas movie with you.

"Fine, we can go in after I'm done." You said and he had groaned, only agreeing because he knew there wouldn't be a middle ground.

You lifted the second ball of snow on top of the first and looked back to Vance. "Why don't you help me with Bob?"

"Bob?" His brows furrowed as he stopped waddling around and you gestured to the snowman in making. "Bob!"

"We are not naming that snowman, Bob." Vance said, rolling up some snow so that he could help make the head and help the process go by faster so he could hurry up and get inside.

"What's wrong with Bob?" You asked and he had snorted. "It's basic and it's stupid. Who names a snowman Bob?"

"Me! And I think it's a lovely name."

"Well I think it's boring."

"Okay. Do you have any bright ideas for a name?" You questioned as Vance walked over and placed the last ball of snow on top and he had looked at it up and down.

"Don't know yet, he doesn't have a face so I can't put a name to him. See that's why you're a bad namer. You named him before he even had a face."

"Namer isn't even a word. So since you don't know proper English I think I should name him." You took some buttons from your pocket, placing them on the snowman as Vance broke two twigs from the trees.

"Well I think I should name him because I wouldn't name him something stupid like Bob." The blonde replied, sticking the twigs at the side of your snowman.

He stepped back, staring it after you were finally finished. It had black buttons for eyes that were a bit lopsided and a small button smile with two pink buttons were it's cheeks would be.

Vance turned his head back to you "Where's his nose?"

"Forgot it."

"Another reason why you shouldn't name him."

You had playfully narrowed your eyes at him "Fine, what do you wanna call him?"

He stared at the snowman for a bit, his foot tapping against the snow before he had smiled and looked back to you. "Pud."

"Pud?" You repeated in complete confusion and he had nodded, gesturing to the snowman.

"Pud. Short for puddle which is what he'll be when this bullshit weather blows over."

You gasped and put your ears over Pud's ears as if he had any, glaring up at Vance as he had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Yeah, he'll be a huge big puddle that I'll stomp in."

Before you could even make another remark Vance had cut you off as he let out a sneeze, it was high pitched and made his nose scrunch up which would've made you laugh if you weren't fearing it was gonna be the start of a cold or something else.

"Bless you..."

He sniffled. "I swear to God if I got sick because you wanted to play around in the snow I'm gonna kil- achool!"

You had smiled nervously, hiding being Pud/Bob.

"Well think about it this way...if you are sick then that means-"

"Achoo! Achoo!"

You winced, smile straining as Vance sniffled and his nose and cheeks were starting to grow a faint pinkish red shade. "I won't beg you to come back out?"

And if you didn't have fast reflexes Vance would've had you in his grasp as he lunged at you and you had ran off almost tripping in the snow as the boy was yelling profanities while he chased after you.

And what do you know? The next day Vance did end up with a slight cold.

"I fucking hate you.." He mumbled, his stuffy nose making him sound all weird as he blew his nose into the tissue and tossed it into the trashbin.

You had chuckled nervously as you handed him a cup of tea even though he requested a pop. "Hey, but at least those racecar tickets will be worth it...right?"

"They better be, or the next time it snows I'm burying you."

[disaster-daydreams]

See You Later pt. 10

Mammon (Obey Me! Shall We Date?) x GN!reader

See You Later Masterlist

A/N - I finished writing this in class :) Anyways WHOO Part 10! I'm having fun with this! My OC comes in next part, and this entire thing goes off the rails. Hope y'all have fun! This is the healing chapter, sort of.

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The next month flew by in a blur of moments.

Dancing in the castle, when the human had gotten their balance back, laughing with Satan and Diavolo as they fell. Both of their eye bags were nearly unnoticeable; a few days of canceled classes did much good for them. Lucifer watched over them with a fond smile, even though he would deny it if asked.

“Mammon. You have to move your foot back and over, or else I won’t be able to move correctly and we’ll both get tangled up.”

“It’s so awkward! This is stupid.”

“Better than just walking laps around the castle. Shut up and work with me here!” 

Lucifer, dragging the rest of the brothers over, and them crying as they held the two. Beel wouldn’t let go of Belphie’s hand he was so upset; Asmo had trails of mascara down his face, but for once, didn’t seem to care. Levi just quietly set his head on their shoulder and closed his eyes. 

“We missed you. It was so quiet, and hurt, and-” Asmo sniffed, burying his face in their shirt. “I hated being there. Nothing was the same without you.”

“Beel barely slept, you know. You can’t do that ever again. You gotta stay with us.” Belphie’s voice was tired, like he had barely slept as well.

The Purgatory Hall residents were… harder to win over. The brothers didn’t care what their human was, all they cared about was that they were back. Luke, at first, didn’t seem to notice anything, but Simeon and Solomon felt it as soon as they walked in. Solomon balked at the doorway; Simeon hesitated before sitting on his heels beside them. Mammon, leaned against the opposite wall, shifted and cleared his throat - a quiet warning for all of them. 

“Hey.”

“Hi, Simeon.”

A silent tension hung in the air as they sat, with Luke on their lap. 

“What happened? You were gone for so long, and now… Something is different.”

“It’s hard to explain. I just knew that- that I couldn’t continue to stay here as I was. Something had to change. I just did what I had to do.”

“Without telling anyone. That’s dangerous, irresponsible, and against any good magic practices.” Solomon sounded slightly angry as he approached, towering over them. 

“Wait! What do you mean? What did you do?” Luke had dislodged himself from the human, eyes red but refusing to admit he had been crying. 

“Well. I can now be around for as long as you can!” The human smiled at him, glancing at Solomon. “But… that’s all I really know. Barbatos is helping me figure out my next step.”

Luke nodded, looking from Simeon’s concerned grin to Solomon’s skeptical glare. It was silent in the room, so quiet that it felt like their ears were ringing. Solomon was the first to break the silence. 

“You’re alright. That’s what matters here; you’re alright. And we’re all together again.” He kneeled down, pulling all four of them into a group hug that was a little too tense to be comforting..

Moving back into HOL was utter chaos. Mammon had been sleeping beside his human for long enough now that he didn’t want to stop; one look from Lucifer, though, and he gave in.

That lasted for about three nights, wherein both of them had horrible nightmares every night that woke them screaming. After this, Lucifer gave in - Mammon’s bed was big enough for two.

There were days they couldn’t go outside. Days the light in the hallways was too bright, days the feeling of standing up made them dizzy and nauseous, days that noise became unbearable. But Mammon was regaining color in his cheeks, and the human was eating semi-normally. The dynamic of the brothers did a one-eighty - they began staying in more, for starters.  Beel started eating most of his meals with the human, no matter where they were; Satan brought them both notes and homework and helping them through (after, of course, he had caught up on sleep); Levi lent them games and taught them how to play, staying up when the nightmares were too much; Asmodeus made sure they both kept in good shape, their skin was clear, and was a constant pillar of support when they needed to cry. Belphie was with them the most out of all the brothers, using what magic he could to help them sleep and get over the headaches. He was quiet, and helped them with studying, and didn’t mind when the lights were off for long periods of time.

Lucifer, once done resting, had to work twice as hard. 

Barbatos was gone, and Diavolo was catching up on paperwork. He needed Lucifer’s help more than ever. The pair was rarely at RAD, instead spending all their time at the castle trying to sort everything else. There was no sign of the butler for two weeks, in which Mammon and his human became inseparable, and they worked together to keep the HOL together and somewhat neat.  

And then two week passed.

Lucifer called Mammon in the middle of the night, telling him to get the rest of the family and come to the castle, now. It sent the house into a panic, with Asmodeus complaining, Beel having to physically carry Belphie, Levi attempting to find his phone in the dark, and at least three piles of Satan’s books being sent flying.

By the time they got to the castle, the angels and Solomon were already there. They seemes nervous, except for Luke, who was asleep in Simeon’s arms. They gathered outside the door to Barbatos’ room, where Diavolo was. Lucifer came out a few minutes later, not knowing anything besides the fact that a very large, very intricate portal had been made, but they could not enter it. 

“What do you mean, you can’t enter it?” Satan hissed, shifting on his feet nervously.

“It’s formed, and is definitely Barbatos’ magic, but it just looks like a kaleidoscope. I can’t see in, and it feels like putting my hand on a wall when I touch it.”

“Then that’s not a portal, right?” The human asked, touching Lucifer’s arm gently. He looked away from the door, staring down sadly at them.

“I don’t know. It’s nothing like I’ve ever seen. No magic, in practice or text, resembles what I saw.”

“That’s because it is older than language.” Barbatos smiled, stepping through the door with Diavolo on his heels.

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[dreamnotnapss]

[oswaldsleftbicep]

Hi! Hope you are doing well sweetie ❤️

May I request a part two of the headcanon about the boys reacting to the reader getting old and dying, but this time with Oswald and Lucia?

(you totally free to refuse this request if you feel uncomfortable <3)

lucia & oswald + coming to terms with their gn!so's mortality

you really had to choose two of my faves for this huh. jk i got so excited to write this, and i apologize for making you wait so long !! sequel to this. also i did oswald's a bit different than the rest bc he's my fave and i was projecting lmao

genre: angstangstangst

cw: death and mortality, aging, funerals, mourning and grief, terminal illness and premature death in oswald's part, slight language

Lucia

❧ he doesn't begin to really worry about you aging until your mid to late 30's; like yeah he saw how different you got over the years but no alarm bells were ringing until that age range

❧ but once he realizes, it all dawns on him at once like "oh shit you're getting old and you're gonna die like way before me huh" like he honestly probably has a panic attack because of it

❧ but y'all have seen how determined this man can get, he will do everything in his power to try and extend your lifespan as much as possible

❧ he ends up spending a lot of time locked away in his room, searching through book after book, trying to find a way to keep you alive

❧ you end up being the one to have to interfere; kaim asked you for help to get him out of his room so he could, ya know, be a king and do his kingly duties, and he's also been neglecting you for a hot minute so >:(

❧ so you're eventually able to tear him away from his research and you ask him what is so important that he's neglecting his responsibilities for

❧ and after a moment of silence, all he says is "you're aging really fast"

❧ at first you're like "gee thanks -_-" but then you see the look in his eyes and you understand what he means

❧ physically he may be like 25 but in reality he's probably a couple hundred years old; the two of you have extremely different rates of aging, and with you being human, you're gonna age and die a lot faster than him

❧ so you have to give him a talk explaining that you know you're gonna die faster than him, but it's part of being human, everything needs to die eventually and there's nothing anyone can do to stop it

❧ it's almost like talking to a child when their pet or grandparent just died

❧ as much as he hates the reality of it, he's eased by how calm and accepting you seem about this situation and he's able to step away from his extreme desperation

❧ although he will need the rest of the night to absorb everything, and when the two of you go to bed he holds you tighter than ever before

❧ the next day he goes back to normal like nothing happened and your aging is of no concern

❧ but you notice that he still reads older books in search of some sort of clue, and he's working harder during the day so that he can take more time off to spend with you

❧ as you continue to age, you bet your ass you're gonna have top tier medical treatment, and y'all remember how at the end of one route he cast a spell on mc's skin so that it'd be protected from uv rays and bad sunburns? he does that only it's so you won't get any bad wrinkles or kidney spots lol

❧ but because of the absolutely amazing medical care and you living your golden years in absolute comfort, you end up living a pretty long life for a human, i'm talking upper 90's and maybe even in the 100's

❧ but all good things come to an end, right?

❧ he had to get up early one morning for a meeting, and before he left y'all's room, he placed a kiss on your forehead and took a minute to watch as you sleep peacefully and breathing evenly; even as an old person you're still so gorgeous <3

❧ so he leaves to do his thing, and returns a couple hours later to see if you're up yet, kaim should be bringing you your breakfast by now

❧ but when he gets to the bedroom, he's met with kaim walking back out into the hall

❧ they meet each other's gaze and kaim for once can't help but look away, and that's all lucia needed to know

❧ somehow he's not in a state of panic as he walks to your bedside; you're just as he left you earlier that morning, you even look like you're still sleeping

❧ but you're too still

❧ he kneels on the floor beside you and brushes some hair out of your face and grabs onto one of your cold hands

❧ he hates that he wasn't there beside you when you passed, but he's also kinda glad you died in your sleep and not while you were awake and alone

❧ he makes funeral arrangements almost immediately and the kingdom goes into a few days of mourning as you were well known and loved by pretty much everyone in nightmare

❧ he plans the most elaborate and royal funeral for you and has your body taken care of the way you wanted but makes sure you have a little memorial spot somewhere he can go visit

❧ he couldn't bear to go back to the room you two shared, so for a long while everything was as it was when you were alive, and no one is allowed to go in there

❧ he manages to keep up with his duties and running the kingdom, but there's less light behind his eyes and he's already starting to look older for his age

Oswald

❧ he's no stranger to death due to him being a reaper and what his job requires him to do sometimes, but he's never associated any of those things with you

❧ in his mind, as long as he's around nothing can touch you, not even death

❧ so one day when you randomly pass out, he's very concerned

❧ by the time you come to, he already has a doctor waiting in his cabin to check you out, and the doctor gives you a brief physical and asks about your medical history

❧ the doctor's aware you're human, and let's say you're about 29-31 at this point, so he asks if there's like a family history of any illnesses

❧ and it dawns on you that there's this illness that's been passed down from generation to generation on one side of your family, but since that one parent didn't get it, everyone assumed that was the end of the illness and no one else would get it

❧ but what actually happened was that your one parent just didn't get the gene and it skipped their generation, so now you're stuck with this condition

❧ and since there's little to no information on human illnesses in nightmare, there's not much anyone can do, there's no concrete treatments or cures

❧ at first, oswald is mad, not at you or the doctor, but just at the fact that this illness had to choose you of all people

❧ but he's able to calm himself down enough to focus on you and seeing how you're taking this news

❧ so after the doctor leaves, he asks what you want to do now, to which you tell him that you'd like to be left alone to process and maybe take a nap

❧ so he lets you be, and immediately goes to find lucia and kaim to tell them what just happened; even though the doctor said there was little hope, he still wants to ask lucia to find some books about medicine

❧ oswald isn't into reading, and he's not all that good at it either, but for you he'll read every single book on those library shelves for even just a hint of an answer

❧ when he goes back to his cabin with a small pile of books, he sees you sleeping in the bed you share and he pulls up a chair next to you and starts reading

❧ of course he never ends up finding anything about your condition or about any cures, but he does highlight information on any possible symptoms

❧ he also brings out some books on herbal medicines so that he can make little treatments for you to help with your symptoms; he even dedicates a section of his garden to medicinal plants

❧ he has the doctor come by every couple of months for a checkup and to see how you're holding up, but one day you get the news that your condition is beginning to worsen significantly

❧ so the doctor does a little math and takes into account your current age, the average lifespan of a human, and the average lifespan of your family members and estimates that at this rate you'd only have around a year to live

❧ you've come to accept the fact that you're dying, but oswald sure as hell hasn't

❧ just a year left? that's not nearly enough time! the two of you have only been together for such a short amount of time, he can't lose you now

❧ so you give him some room to grieve and process, and eventually he comes to you and says he's ready to help you live out the rest of your life in peace and comfort

❧ you're still able to do what you normally do, just less. you still help him in the garden and you still do some light cleaning around the mansion, but your ability to complete those tasks fully and safely becomes less and less

❧ by the end of your last year, your condition worsened so drastically that you can't even stand or walk on your own; you're so weak and fragile that you need oswald to carry you pretty much everywhere

❧ not that he has a problem with that, he even feeds you your food so you are able to eat at least a little something

❧ so one afternoon you ask him to take you out to the garden so you can look at the flowers and the clouds, and he takes you out with a blanket for the two of you to lie on

❧ the two of you lay side by side and hold hands as he talks about the future he wants to share with you

❧ it's almost as if he knows that you're leaving soon and he's trying to convince you to stay

❧ as he talks he listens for your little comments and reactions, but as time passes he can feel your grip get weaker and weaker and you stop responding altogether

❧ he doesn't want to look over at you, not yet, he already knows what he's going to see

❧ but when he eventually does look over, it just looks like you're sleeping soundly in the dying sunlight

❧ he sits up and moves you so that you're cradled in his arms and he cries silently while holding your body close to him

❧ he stays like that until the sun starts to sink lower, and he decides to carry you to the bed you used to share

❧ once he's got you placed on the bed, he knows that he should tell someone but he doesn't want to leave you

❧ and as if someone heard his dilemma, here comes kurt bursting in the room, announcing that dinner is ready inside the mansion, but he stops short as his eyes land on your still figure

❧ he understands immediately and bursts into tears, and oswald softly asks him to go tell lucia and kaim about what happened

❧ so he runs off inside and returns minutes later with the two following close behind, and the three men decide what to do next

❧ whether you wanted to be buried or cremated, a good portion of your remains will be buried somewhere near the garden and oswald decides to grow your favorite flowers on top of the resting space

❧ he visits that spot everyday and talks to you about his garden and what's going on in the mansion

❧ he manages to carry on with his life for the most part, but it's not the same as when you were alive and next to him; he only carries on so well because he knows it's what you would have wanted for him

[kagsluvr]

REACTING TO S/O WITH SOCIAL ANXIETY

↳ pairing: bokuto kotarou x gn!reader, iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

↳ genre; fluff

↳ tw/cw: (social) anxiety, mention of insecurities

a/n: hiii omg first post ???!??!?//- kinda new to this “fic writing” scene so sorry if my writing seems inconsistent with the grammar n shit… anyway i love reading these types of scenarios/one-shots ahh it comforts me sm hahaha. social anxiety is something I personally deal with and I just felt like writing what i’d think the hq boys would do with a s/o also dealing with this. hope y'all like it! :) 

Bokuto 

He didn’t really find out about your social anxiety until a few months into your relationship.

While knowing you for about six years, you were pretty good at concealing your anxiety at school and other social events, so nobody could really tell. 

His ass noticed you pursing your lips while nibbling on the inside of your cheeks while in a long ass line for the cafe you guys had been waiting in for over 15 minutes. 

You noticed the street was extra crowded today for some reason, with many people walking past you guys and giving you weird stares.

You assumed it was probably of the short, flowy dress you were wearing that exposed a lot of your legs and thighs.

You were hesitant about wearing it out, but Bokuto claimed how it looked really good on you and eventually convinced you to wear it.

You started feeling a heavy sensation in your chest as your breathing became deeper.

You looked around nervously while starting to aggressively chew on the inside of your cheeks.

Bokuto thought you were trying to make the toddlers behind you laugh by making weird faces at them (himbo moment).

As you were about to explain to him what was on your mind, he eventually caught on.

“Ugh, I don’t know Bo…” you sighed hesitantly while examining yourself in the mirror.

“Babe! It looks so good on you! You look sooooo cute!” he cheered, walking up from behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

You didn’t struggle that often with body insecurities, but this dress seemed a bit off. As much as it did flatter you, you thought it was really short, since it had been a while since you wore it. 

“You don’t think it shows too much of my legs?” you asked your boyfriend for reassurance.

“No!” Bokuto replied with no hesitance. “.. And if any guys end up staring.. Well.. sucks for them, cause’ I’ll be there to show' em that you already have a boyfriend!”

You looked up at the cheeky smile on his face which then made you smile.

“Okay babe” you chuckled and turned to kiss him on the cheek.

-

You guys get out of the car and fall in the line for the cafe that Akaashi had recommended to you guys. There were only three parties in front of you so you figured that the wait to get seated inside wouldn’t take too long. 

Unfortunately there was a large gathering of people in the cafe that took up a lot of the chairs and tables. So, one of the hostess’ informed you guys that the wait was going to be a little longer.

You simply nodded your head and decided to patiently wait with your boyfriend.

Time was passing by slowly and it was nearing 3:30 pm, meaning that you guys were in the line for more than fifteen minutes. Bokuto had his arm around you just simply taking in the fresh Spring air, while you were just scrolling on your phone.

You started hearing footsteps on your right as more people were walking by the cafe. You noticed almost every person walking by took their time to meet your eyes and glance at your legs. 

You shook it off and didn’t let it bother you. It was until a group of teenage boys walked by you and your boyfriend and looked you up and down in unison. One of them smirked and winked at you.

This made you very uncomfy and reached for Bokuto’s hand, squeezing it tightly. 

He noticed that and took it as a random gesture. That was when you started sucking in your cheeks and chewing at your gums and lower lip, while constantly looking around you. Your breathing became fast and heavy, but you tried your best to calm it down to a regular pace. 

Bokuto looked down at you as you were looking behind you. Bokuto then peered his eyes over at the two little kids that were in line behind you guys with their mom. His gaze shifted between the odd look on your face and the two toddlers gazing at you.

“Aw babe! That’s cute that you're entertaining the kids behind you!” he whispered to your ear. 

You turned quickly to face him and relaxed the muscles on your face. “Oh. Babe. Um.. No, I wasn’t trying to make them laugh..” you awkwardly chuckled.

“Then what were you making that weird face for?” 

His genuine confusion put a smile on your face, making you laugh.

“Uh.. it’s just that…” you hesitated, while looking down at your legs. “I-”

Right as you were about to explain the sudden self-consciousness and discomfort you were feeling, the hostess called the next four parties up to come inside, which included you guys. 

You decided to drop the issue and followed the people in front of you inside the cafe. Bokuto followed, with a pondering look on his face. Until it finally hit him, remembering how hesitant you were to wear that dress today.

You followed the hostess to a table in the center of the seating area, indicating that that’s where you and Bokuto were going to dine at. 

You thanked her as she walked off to get you guys glasses of water. You took note of how the cafe was packed to the brim and the surrounding tables were full of conversation and laughter, making you feel more anxious.

You became lightheaded and your heavy breathing picked itself up again. Even though no one was particularly staring at you, you felt every glance towards you was a piercing glare. You needed to sit down immediately to rest your head on the table.

As you were about to sit down, Bokuto pulls your head into his chest and whispers in your ear, “It’s okay babe. You’re alright, I’m here.” He kisses your temple and pulls out your chair for you to sit in. 

Before you could even speak, he takes off his sweater and places it on your lap; large enough to cover your thighs and legs, leaving only your ankles exposed. 

You gave him a soft smile and held his hand on the table. “Thank you, Bo.”

“Of course babe. Just let me know if you feel uncomfy again and we can leave right away. I love you.” 

You wanted to tear up on the spot from his response, but resisted and just replied back. “I love you too.”

-

Iwaizumi

You absolutely dread public speaking. (more than anything)

Especially when it's in front of a class with over 30 students. 

Today was the day, where you had to present your English poem analysis to the class.

You were lucky that presentations like this weren’t thrown at you all the time, but you unfortunately had a few projects that needed to be presented every now and then. This poem analysis being one of them.

You felt anxious from the moment you woke up to the second you sat down in class.

But before class, you met up with your boyfriend, Iwazumi.

He is very observant and will call you out on any strange behavior and that morning was one of those instances.

Then he saw the papers in your hands and remembered the English presentation that you had told him about a few weeks prior. 

The day you had been fearing the most for the past few weeks had finally come. You sat up on your bed, already feeling queasy. The grumble noises your empty stomach made filled the entire room. 

You cringed at that sound and started getting ready for school. Taking a quick shower, brushing your teeth, and putting on some light makeup all were things that you enjoyed since getting ready was one of your favorite things to do. But today, you couldn’t help but groan every minute that you were in the bathroom. 

You went downstairs and looked inside the pantry. Normally, you’d easily go for a bowl of cereal or a banana and an oatmeal cookie. But, you were too nervous to eat something that morning. 

So, you just grabbed a granola bar and a bottle of water, stuffed it in your bag, then made your way to school.

-

As you were nearing the school front gates, you kept your head down, twiddling your fingers around. Your mind was occupied with all the ways your presentation could go wrong. 

What if you stutter too much? What if you forget everything? What if you don’t speak loud enough?

Those overbearing thoughts were interrupted as your spiky-haired boyfriend stopped in your tracks with a small grin. 

“Hey!” he said, arms out to pull you in for a hug.

His sudden appearance caught you off guard as you let out a hesitant “Oh.. hey”

His upturned smile immediately turned to a frown. He furrowed his eyebrows in concern.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asked while grabbing both of your hands that you had been previously fiddling with. 

“Oh uh… nothing!” you said, putting up a fake smile to dismiss his follow up questions you felt coming. You pulled out your phone to check the time. 8:04 AM. 

“Ooh, uh gotta go babe! Need to meet up with a friend!” you said as an excuse to ditch your boyfriend to head to the bathroom to hide. 

You bolted from his sight so quickly that he wasn’t able to make out which direction you went. He walked inside the building, walking to your locker to hopefully find you there. But, you weren’t.

You sped-walked towards the girls bathroom on the second floor across from the library. Luckily, no one was in there except for two girls who were making their way out. You sighed in relief and walked to the empty stall in the corner of the bathroom. You locked yourself in and leaned your back against the wall. Your heart started beating at an abnormally fast rate and you felt the sudden urge to just bawl your eyes out right then and there. Then, your phone buzzed with a notification from your boyfriend.

Iwa-baby <3: babe! where are you? tried looking for you around your locker and your friend’s classroom but you weren’t there? what’s wrong???? you okay?

You stared at the text and realized that maybe your boyfriend could help you ease your mind if you explained what was up. 

You: hey, could you meet me at the library? 

Your complete disregard of his questions left him in a confused state. Nonetheless, he rushed through the crowded halls to get to the second floor. Once, he reached the final step, he saw you nervously pacing around outside the entrance of the library. 

He rushed to you, tapping your shoulder. “Y/n? What’s up? Everything okay?” he said with a genuinely concerned look on his face. 

You were unable to blurt any words out and instead you tightly wrapped your arms around his waist and lightly let your tears flow, face pressed up against his chest. 

“Y/n…. What’s wrong baby?” he asked hugging you in return, one hand on your lower back and the other gently patting your head. 

“I’m so fucking nervous for my presentation..” you sniffled. But you quickly lifted your head off his chest and wiped your tears away. You felt pathetic crying over a simple presentation, but you just couldn’t help but overthink the possibilities of everything going wrong. “I know it’ll last like five minutes max, but still I-”

“Baby. Hey… look at me.” he cut you off while lifting your chin up to face him. He cupped your cheeks and pulled you close, inches away from his. 

You blink at him with watery eyes and a soft smile falls upon his lips. “You’re amazing, you know that? It’s okay to feel nervous. But, I got you okay…” he said while rubbing away your remaining tears with his thumb.

His comfort made you feel warm. But, that didn’t take away the fact that you were still tense about your presentation in 30 minutes. 

You didn’t give an answer, but instead let out a sigh. 

“Hey, you got this okay. If you want I’ll ask to use the bathroom during class, so I can just stand by the doorway of your class and watch you. Just look at me if you’re stuck” he suggested. 

You met his eyes. “Would you, please?”

“Of course.” he replied, then kissing you on your forehead. “Then, after school I’ll take you out to eat. We have no practice today anyway. Sound good?”

Your eyes widened as you enjoyed the sound of that. “Yes! Thank you Haji” you said as you pulled him back for a hug.

You said goodbye to your boyfriend when the bell for class rang. You took a deep breath and entered your classroom. After about 25 minutes of watching others present, it was finally your turn. Your friend smiled and gave you a thumbs up. 

You walked to the front of the class, palms sweating and shaky breathing. You clutched onto your papers as you began reading. You paused for a brief moment, swallowed to prep yourself for the next wave of words that you were going to read. You began to feel tense all over again, until you looked up from your papers to see your boyfriend leaning against the doorway of your classroom, along with Oikawa. They both gave you the brightest grins and lightly jumped up and down whilst silently cheering you on. 

You resisted chuckling from this dorky act. You smiled at them and brought your attention back to the poem. Somehow, their support from a distance made you speak fluently, make proper eye contact with your teacher and fellow classmates as you explained your well-written analysis. 

Once you finished, the class applauded as you quickly walked back to your seat. You finished in time to see Iwa and Oikawa waving you off and walking back to their classes. Your teacher complimented your analysis which gave you a small sigh of relief, that you had finally gotten over it. 

You felt a silent buzz from your phone in your pocket and you pulled it out, trying not to make it obvious.

Iwa-baby <3: YUUHHH BABYY YOU DID THAT SHIT I'M SO PROUD OF U !!!!!!!!! sooo.. where do you wanna eat later?? :)

You were about to reply until you received another text notification from someone else.

Oikawaaa: you sounded so intelligent y/n…. that was really good!

You couldn’t help but smile at the sweet praise you were receiving, this time not holding back.

---

[lostinyourparadise98]

Kiss Me

A/N: Hello my loves! Im so sorry that this is so shitty, it is currently 12:00 Am and my brain is melting as I write this, but I hope all of you enjoy hehe. Just a reminder that requests are open so please take advantage!!! Love y'all (:

The faint sound of snoring interrupts my sleep as  squint my eyes, attempting to shield them from the light that is streaming through the curtains. Im unable to move, the weight of a six foot tall, curly headed boy keeps me trapped beneath the sheets. Shawn is sprawled out on top of me. His face is hidden in the crook of my neck, his breath tickling the exposed skin. His strong arms wrap around my waist making it impossible for me to move. I can't help but to reach my arm up and run my fingers through his curly hair. He looks so peaceful, I don't understand how someone can look so irresistible just by sleeping. 

I feel a sudden pain in my chest as I realize this is our last day together before he goes back on tour. Don't get me wrong, I am so unbelievably proud of him. He is living his dream, workings ass off to keep his success but sometimes I just want him to myself. He is going to be gone for sixth months and I have no idea how my heart is going to handle it. 

I wiggle out of his grasp, earning an irritated moan from his lips. He is now fully on his back, his eyes still closed as he tries to return to his comfortable position. I crawl on top of him, both of my legs on either side of his thighs. A big grin spills across my face as the sheets fall off of me, revealing my naked body. The events from last night replay in my head and I can't help but giggle from the butterflies and tingles that jolt through my bones.

I lean down and place soft kisses all over his face. I start on the right side of his cheek and move to the left, I kiss his forehead and move my way down to his chin and end with the tip of his nose. He doesn't budge for awhile, so I take matters into my own hands and go faster till I earn a reaction. He groans again but this time there is a smirk on his face.

“Wake. Up. Baby. Wake. up.wake. up.” I say between each kiss. I’m caught off guard as his arms wrap around my waist. He quickly sits up and pulls me back down on the bed  till he is  hovering over me. I can't stop the fits of giggles that erupt from within me. 

“You know you could have gotten me a lot up faster if you had started with my lips.” His voice is deep and croaky, his eyes puffy and red. I chuckle at the wildness of his hair, my god he is beautiful.

“I think I kissed you enough last night, I wanted to switch things up a bit.”

He slowly leans down and presses his lips to mine. The kiss starts off slow and innocent. His arms pull me closer into him as he depends the kiss. Our tongues fight for dominance, I can't help the moan that falls from my mouth. My hands find the nape of his neck as I lightly tug at his hair, an action I know drives him crazy. The effect he has on me will be something I will never understand. I arch my back of the bed trying to get closer to him if thats even possible. We both tilt our heads, getting completely lost in each other. He pulls away first, resting his forehead against mine. 

“You could never give me too many kisses, there will never be enough to completely satisfy me I'm always left wanting more.” His morning voice has me completely weak and he knows it.

“Well you better kiss me as much as possible, after today you will have to wait six months before I can shower you again.” He pulls away from me, resting his head on his elbow so he can look down at me as I turn to face him

“hey, we are going to be okay we’ve done this before.”

“That doesn't make it any easier.” He begins to run his fingers through my hair.

“I know baby, I know.” He leans down and places a sweet kiss on my forehead

I feel my eyes begin to water, I try my best to push back the tears but the thought of him not being here in a few short hours is unbearable.

“Shawn, I don't think I can handle saying goodbye to you again.” I intertwine our fingers.

“Baby, don't think of it as a goodbye, think of it as a ill see you soon. There are no goodbyes between us. I know this hurts and I am going to miss you like hell. But I promise you I will always be here. Just call me I don't care what time it is, if you’re ever missing me just call me.”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you more.” I begin to push myself out of bed, but his hand stops me.

“Where are you going?” His bottom lip is pushed out like a child. I pull away from his hand and reach for his shirt that I tore off of him last night. I can feel my cheeks redden from the memory, as I slip it on. I hope to god he doesn't notice.

“I have to go shower, ill be quick I promise.”

“Or.....” He pauses

“Hear me out, we take a shower together.”

“Nice try Mendes, we both know what will end up happening if we shower together.” 

“I promise I won't try anything, ill keep my hands to myself.” I raise my brow at him 

“Okay, maybe not fully to myself but you get the picture.”

“Alright, but only because you are leaving.” He jumps out of bed and runs towards the bathroom. I roll my eyes as I gather my new shampoo and favorite bottle of body wash. Shawn stands at the shower with his hand under the water making sure the temperature is perfect. I quickly brush my teeth and slip out of shawns t-shirt. 

“Ladies first.” Shawn pulls the curtain back and swiftly moves his hand to the direction of the shower. 

“You're suck a dork.” I chuckle as I move passed him and into the tub. The warmth of the water feels amazing against my skin. I let the water spill down my hair as Shawn gets in. I feel him reach behind me as he enters. He moves the shower head higher so the water can actually reach his head. The boy is a tree I swear.

“Sorry shorty I gotta move this.”

“Don't call me shorty its not my fault you're a giant.” I watch as he repeats the same actions as me

Can I wash your hair?” The words crawl faster out of my mouth than I expected.

“Only if you let me do yours too.”

“Deal.” I squirt Shawn’s shampoo in my hand and turn to face him. Wow, this height difference is really hitting me right now. I can't even reach his head to wash his hair.

“Uhh baby do you think you could kneel?” He throws his head back as his laughter fills the bathroom 

“Oh my God you are so cute.”

“Stop making fun of me I can't reach.”

“Ill kneel for you, you always kneel for me.” he winks and I quickly slap his arm 

He kneels down in front of me, his hands firmly on my hips to keep his balance. 

He closes his eyes in pleasure as I massage his scalp, his hair is nice and soapy   and I waist no time playing with the curls on top of his head.

“Does that feel good Bub?”

“mmmhmmm.” he hums, I rinse his hair placing one hand over his eyes so he doesn't get burned by the soap. I repeat the same actions with the conditioner. This boy is in pure bliss. He stands to his feet.

“Your turn.” To say that his hands were made for this is in understatement. He laughs at my moans I ignore him getting lost in the pleasure that is coursing through my scalp. We both finish up and dry ourselves off. 

Shawn makes his way into the bedroom putting on a pair of boxes and hopping back into bed. I take a little longer washing my face, brushing my hair, and fixing up my eyebrows. 

“Babe do you mind if I use your speaker to put on some music?” he calls from the bedroom 

“Go ahead Bub.” I begin to straighten up the mess I made in the bathroom until I hear the song he chose. Kiss me, by Ed Sheeran. My heart skips a beat as I think of the first time he kissed me, this song was playing in the background.

I walk out of the bathroom and lean against the door frame. Shawn sits on the bed smiling like he fool. He slowly rises and makes his way into the middle of the room. He stops and opens his arms.

“Dance with me?” STOP BEING SO CUTE 

My feet move before I can even think. I walked s towards him and he wraps me in his arms. I rest my head against his chest as he sway back and forth to the music.

“You should wear my shirts more often by the way.”

“I will be,I'm stealing most of them. Oh and your Harvard hoodie, yeah you're never getting that back.”

“Thats my favorite one.”

“It smells like you.”

“You can keep it while I'm away baby, I don't mind.”

“I don't want you to leave.”

“I don't want to leave you.” I rest my forehead against his 

“What do we do when the music stops?” I whisper 

“When I'm wiht you, the music never stops.” 

“Kiss me.”

“Always.”

The End 

HEEEYY YALLL sorry this was TRASH. It is now 1:21 Am and I am dead ahahahahaha. sorry I'm acting like a crack head and I'm sorry for all the grammatical errors. My brain is dead right now. I promise I will post tomorrow. Hopefully I won't be as tired.But yeah gn and love ya.

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i just think that cuddly dnn fanart

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In Dream's instagram post of pics from Lil Nas's birthday you can see that he's wearing The Rings again 🙌🏼

this was from a few days ago but i just wanna say how great it is that we take this whole ass picture and just