#i literally jolted up in bed as if i heard something and sat up for a second only to realize what i was dreaming about

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

Y'all, I had this most random ass dream last night where I somehow was watching leaked footage from Sonic 3 right before the movie was released, and we got to the moment where Shadow was going to say his first lines since he was apparently quiet for the majority of his scenes.

He was with Sonic, and they were either meeting each other for the first time or finished a fight since Shadow was lying in the grass while Sonic was a distance away from him. He opens his mouth to say something.....

Bro, Seth Green's voice came out, specifically his voice the used in S3 of 2k12 TMNT show when voicing Leo, it actually woke me from my sleep due to how random it was and I was just laying in bed like, "WTF did I just dream about?"

There is no disrespect towards the guy. He's a great voice actor. But man, did his voice sound weird coming out of this tiny hedgehog.

[storm-angel989]

Fix it, Vox. (Valentino x Daughter)

SHOUT OUT TO absolut3lyn0t  for all the help with the Spanish and for being a FANTASTIC human in general. You are AMAZING!

The weight of her body jolted him awake. A tiny head against his chest, and muffled tears. The bright red clock flashed on his nightstand. Three thirty. He had literally gotten to bed less than a half hour ago. He tried to ignore the aching in his head as he struggled to talk to the sobbing child. 

“Beibita, what’s the matter?” He mumbled as he wrapped his arms around the crying toddler. “Shush. Papi is here, niñita. Vuelve a dormir.”

“Papi, will the angels come and get me?” She choked out. “Daddy, I’m scared. I don’t wanna get ex..er…”

Now he had her full attention. ¿De que ella habla? What was she talking about?

“Princessa, no one is going to take you away. Who told you that?” He asked, trying to mask the fury in his voice. “Papi is here, bebita. Shush.” He rocked her as gently as he could as he tried to bite back his exhaustion.

Of all the weekends for her mother to go out of town. 

“The tv said so, I heard it! I…I…” She sobbed. 

God fucking damn it. He told that son of a bitch. He told him his daughter wasn’t asleep. He warned him not to change the channel for another half hour until they could be sure she was safe and sound in bed and not about to try to sneak out to curl up with them or try to con him into letting her watch just one more episode. After all, she did it every single night. But no, Vox  insisted he put on the news right away. He insisted it would be fine. And now here Valentino was, paying the goddamn price. 

“Shush. Papi won’t let anything happen to you, okay?” He said softly as he sat up. “Come on, bebita. Papi will make you a warm bottle and you can sleep with me, okay, pequeño amor?.”

She cuddled closer into his chest and he lifted her up effortlessly. He carried her cradled against him to the kitchen. With one arm supporting the weight of his daughter, the other carefully warmed up a bottle of milk and flicked it on his wrist before trying to hand it to the toddler. 

“Drink up, mi amore.” 

She refused to take it. “I want Mommy! “And Uncie and Auntie! The angels are gonna get them! Papi, we have to do something!” She burst into another round of tears.

God fucking damn it, Vox. He silently cursed as he set the bottle off to the side and tried to sooth the hysterical toddler. “Mommy will be back tomorrow night, shush,” he replied softly as he bounced her soothing

He looked at the clock. Four am. There was a good chance Vox was up and in his office. A twinge of anger made its way through Valentino. If Vox was awake, it was only fair that he helped clean up the mess he made. 

“Let’s go see if Uncie Voxxy is awake, alright mi amore? Your mommy will be home tomorrow and Auntie Velvette is sleeping.” He shifted her weight and pressed the bottle to her lips, willing her to take it. A full tummy was the key to getting her to sleep- he learned that when she was first born. “Come on, bebita.”

She refused and he sighed in frustration. He nabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and walked towards the elevator, hoping that by the time they got to Vox’s office she would have at least settled down. 

No such luck. 

The sound of a crying, screaming baby tested every single bit of Valentino's last nerve. Even if it was his daughter, and he loved her with every single beat of his heart, he was absolutely at his wits end.  There was no reason for her to be this afraid; it was absolutely uncalled for. Vox should have listened and then maybe, just maybe he would still be asleep. By the time he walked into Vox’s office, every single part of him struggled to maintain control. He stormed from the elevator and stomped over the shark tanks. 

“You broke it, you fix it,” he growled as he tried to hand reader over to Vox. “I told you not to put on the news. I told you she wasn’t asleep yet, and now look!” 

The anger in her fathers voice only triggered more tears. Desperately she clung to Valentino’s neck and dug her hands into his shirt. “Daddy!” 

Valentino put a protective hand on her back and glared at Vox. 

Vox was up on his feet in a matter of moments. “Woah. Alright, take a breath Val. What happened?” His eye began to swirl. “Babygirl, why are we crying? Come here, Val. Take my spot. Sit down. Breathe. You relax. She’ll relax.” He took the bottle from Valentino’s hand and set it off to the side. 

“The angels are gonna get us,” Reader sobbed into Valentino’s shoulder. “I saw it on TV!”

Valentino shot Vox a look and guilt spread across Vox’s features. 

“Shit. I mean, fuck. Sweetie. Baby. It wasn’t real, I promise. It was a story. Like..” he struggled for a moment and then his expression lit up. “Like a bedtime story your Daddy tells you. It was just a scary story, it’s not real. I promise. Now come to Uncle Voxxy, let me hold you sweetie.” 

She reached up to him and Vox wrapped her in his hold as he rocked her. She heaved a hiccup and Vox gently tilted her head up to meet his eye. “Who controls the television, my sweet baby girl?”

 “Uncle Voxxy….” she answered tearily. 

“Right, sweetheart. So wouldn’t I know best?” He asked as he stroked her hair. “Uncle Voxxy, and Daddy and Mommy and Auntie Vel won’t let anything happen. I promise babydoll.” He picked up the still warm bottle and guided it to her mouth. 

She sucked on it gently as he continued to rock her. Carefully, Vox handed her back to Valentino. Valentino carefully laid her head over his heart as Vox wrapped her in the blanket. 

“Duerme bebe niña papá está aquí,”  he said softly. “You’re safe, we’re safe, it's okay.”

To both their relief, she fell asleep almost instantly, soothed by the beating of Valentino’s heart, a full tummy, and the feeling of security. Vox caught the bottle as it fell out of her hands and set it on the desk.

“Are you okay Val?” Vox asked softly. “You look like shit.” 

“I’m exhausted, Vox. I went to bed like thirty minutes before this all began,” he replied tiredly. “I need you or Vel to watch her this morning- I’m begging you.”

“Just call me when she wakes up,” Vox replied quickly. “Or you can give her to me now. I can work with her in my arms.” 

“No, I can take her for a few hours…”

“Nonsense. Give me the baby. Take a breath. And get some sleep.” Carefully, Vox lifted the bundle to his own chest and laid her head carefully against his heart. “She won’t wake up now that she’s out. Go get some rest, Val. When you wake up you can take her back.”

Grateful, and with one last kiss on his sleeping daughter's forehead, Valentino made his way back upstairs. In his control room, Vox adjusted the little girl against his body as little as he possibly could. Guilt washed over him as he worked. Valentino had warned him she wasn’t asleep. It was his own fault for scaring her so badly, and for his friend to be pushed beyond the point of exhaustion. 

“I’m so sorry I scared you. It won’t happen again,” he said quietly to the sleeping toddler. He kissed her on the forehead. “And I promise we will always keep you safe.”

Against him, she snuggled closer and he leaned back in his chair as he held the sleeping toddler. He closed his eyes for a moment and let out an exhale. To his surprise, she did the same. He felt something stir deep in his chest. Love. Protectiveness. The desire to never let this sweet little girl feel afraid again. 

“You’re safe, babygirl,” he whispered as he held her carefully. “I promise.”

[lostgirl677]

They didn't destroy you

One-shot

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Established relationship

Masterlist

Summary: After Dean escaped Hell, he's still traumatized and Y/N helps him through it.

A/N: It takes place at the beginning of season 4

A terrifying scream tore through the night, waking me up with a start and making my heart beat faster. Even in my hazy state, I already knew who it was. I tried to open my tired eyes completely, then jumped out of bed to quickly get up and ran to his bed. The sight broke my heart. Dean, the fearless hunter and one of the bravest men I knew, lying here, shivering. Dean was drenched in sweat and tears, and he was all tangled in his bedsheets. I knew he was having a nightmare again. I slowly approached his bedside. “Dean”, I called softly while shaking his shoulder but he fought back. “Dean, wake up,” I said again as I kept shaking him. His eyes suddenly shot open and his body jolted as he sat up on the bed. His hands gripped my shoulders, making me jump back. He looked at me, completely panicked and his breathing was seriously labored. I could almost hear his heart beating.

“Dean, it’s okay. You are fine. You are awake, it’s over.” I attempted as I wiped his tears and reassuringly caressed his arms. “Y/N?” he asked, a bit stunned, with a clear relief in his voice. I smiled a bit at him and answered “Yeah, it’s me.” He looked anxiously around us and realization seemed to strike him and he suddenly released his grip on my shoulders. But it was to immediately wrap his arms around my belly. My heart literally skipped a beat at his gesture and goosebumps formed all over my skin. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I hope I didn’t hurt you.” he said with a raspy voice as he buried his face in my shirt. I melted in his tender embrace and hugged him back while caressing his hair gently. I could feel his tears soaking my shirt. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.” I assured him softly. His embrace slowly became tighter and tighter with each of my words, and his sobs grew louder. My heart shattered in a thousand pieces at the sight of this broken man. The man I loved more than anything. Dean would normally never let me see this part of him. But that night showed me how broken he really was.

For a moment, it was like we were apart from the world around us. It was just him and I, with his uncontrollable sobs for background noise. The worst was that I couldn’t possibly console him. Not after what he’s been through in Hell. Nothing could ease such trauma and pain. So, instead of talking, I just kept caressing his hair. But suddenly, I felt Dean removing his head from my shirt and I immediately looked at him, concerned. His eyes were red and puffy from crying and his cheeks were tearstained. Gently, my hand made its way to his face to wipe the stray tears, and he leaned his head on my hand. And he just looked at me, his eyes piercing through my soul. Silent tears were still escaping his eyes. He kept staring at me, in silence, as the tears still escaped his eyes. His eyes had lost their youthful shine. The only thing making them shine, now, was the tears.

Then, he opened his mouth and broke the silence. “Back there.” he said, gulping. “Back there, I yelled your name endlessly. Till my throat hurt, till I lost my voice.” he added, as his voice broke a little. I felt my eyes pricking a bit at his words. And before I could say something, I heard him taking a breath. “I never stopped thinking about you. You helped me to not turn into one of them. You were my anchor to my humanity. To everything I ever believed in. They kept beating me, torturing me till my body fell apart. Just to rebuild it and to do it all over again. They kept  saying terrible things about you and Sam. That you had forgotten about me, that you never loved me. But sometimes, I was able to remember the loving gaze you always give me, all your loving words. I was so scared to become a demon and that you…” his voice completely broke this time. Tears were now falling freely on my cheeks, completely overwhelmed by what he said. Images of what he had been through were flashing in my mind, making his words even more impactful as I let my imagination take over.

Dean stretched his right hand to slowly stroke my cheek with his calleous thumb. A small smile appeared on my face. His soft side was still there, meaning they failed to destroy him. Slowly, I bent my knees to give him a gentle kiss on his rosy lips. At first a bit surprised, he kissed me back, closing his eyes as he melted in my contact. I then ended the kiss and carefully sat next to him. His hand lightly took mine and his eyes were still on me. “Dean.”, I began softly. “What you are telling me proves that the demons failed miserably. They didn’t destroy you. You are still the most loving, and the most selfless person I know.” His eyes became a bit brighter as tears appeared again. “Those fuckers are just liars. They know nothing about love. About you. About us. They don’t know all the things I did to try to get you back. They don’t know how much I love you. They are unable to fathom a love like ours. I’m going to help you through it. We’ll fight the nightmares together.” I made a pause and looked at his face. The expression of his eyes, full of love,  made my heart swell. “I love you, Y/N” was all he said. But he didn’t need to add anything else. All the unspoken words he wanted to say could be read in his eyes. And he leaned again for a soft kiss.

After that kiss, I finally got up to get him a glass of water but a gentle hand snaked around my wrist and his broken voice whispered “ Please, don’t leave me.”  I turned my head to look in his direction.I surrendered the idea of water and simply replied softly “I didn’t have the intention to.” I swiftly closed the distance between us and embraced him in my arms. After a few minutes in this position, I made a gesture to invite Dean to lay down. And we finally both laid down on the bed. Dean cried a bit longer on my chest before falling asleep. “I love you.” I mumbled as I placed a kiss on his forehead and I soon fell asleep too.

@hobby27

[hazeracha]

• // Back to normal // •

pairing // seungmin x reader

summary // seungmin was never good at sharing how he feels but when he needs you, you will always be there for him.

warning // blonde seungmin ( yes that’s a warning ), fluff, crying

wc: 1.3k

A/N this kim seungmin literally has me in a chokehold <3

You had just finished work and threw your bag onto the couch. You put on some comfy clothes consisting of a pair of joggies and your boyfriend's hoodie, that you're pretty sure he forgot you had. Settling down on the couch you pulled your laptop from your bag to finish sending off some emails.

Seungmo 🐶 : How was work?

A notification appeared on your phone, and a large smile appeared on your face. You hadn’t received a message from him in a couple of days, which was nothing out of the ordinary as you knew his schedule was packed.

Y/N : Yeah it was fine, I just got home and I’m sending off some emails.

I’ll probably go to bed soon, how was your day minnie?

Seungmo 🐶 : Fine…

Y/N : Just fine?

no complaints about how loud Changbin was being…

or how clingy Chan was?

or even something about how good your vocal lesson was?

Seungmo 🐶 : no I spent today practising on my own…

and my vocal lesson was horrible, I couldn’t hit any notes my teacher was giving me.

so no, none of that today.

sorry do disappoint Y/N.

Y/N : Minnie, I’m coming over. I’ll be there in 15 mins.

Seungmo 🐶 : please come quick, I don’t want to be alone.

You ran out of your door grabbing your car keys on the way out and headed towards the boy's dorm.

Once you arrived you immediately made your way to his room. The lights were off and you could just make out his figure, he was sitting in the corner of the room on his bed. Flipping on the light switch you were met with two bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

His body jolted as the light switched on, and as soon as your eyes met he jumped off the bed and into your arms. His body shook as he cried into your chest. You rubbed small circles on his back feeling the soft fabric of the jumper he was wearing under your fingertips. You slowly let your hand run up his back and stop at the damp strands of hair that rested on the back of his neck, stroking the soft strands at the back of his head.

“Baby your hairs still wet?” You spoke as you kissed the top of his head.

“I know I went for a shower and then I just - I don’t know. I - I was thinking too much and I just broke down” he spoke in between muffled sobs.

You took his hands in yours and led him over to the bed. Once you had lay down you opened your arms inviting Seungmin into your warm and comforting embrace. He crawled in between your legs and buried his head into your stomach. His hands found comfort under his your jumper and he gripped your waist tightly. His grip was so strong that you're pretty sure there would be bruises left there tomorrow morning.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

His head shook against your stomach, soft sniffles could still be heard but he was now a lot calmer than when you first found him. He lifted his head slowly to look at you and gave you a small and weak smile. It was his way of trying to reassure you that he was okay, even if he didn’t want to talk about it. Placing one finger under his chin you pulled him closer to you, leaning in a stealing a kiss from his soft lips.

“I’m sorry, I’m such a mess right now” he quickly rambled as he sat up from between your legs. “Oh Baby, I’m so sorry I got your jumper wet” he continued as he looked down at the jumper you were wearing. You didn’t know if it was from his damp hair, his tears or a mixture of both.

“Don’t apologise, please never apologise for being upset or letting out your emotions. Plus it's your jumper anyways so you should really be apologising to yourself.”

“I knew that jumper looked familiar” he laughed.

“I missed that smile” you said cupping his face with your hands and wiping his round cheeks with your thumbs to get rid of the tears that stained his face. “Now come on, let me dry your hair.”

You stood in front of the small desk that was positioned in front of his window, waiting for Seungmin to sit down on the chair. You stood in front of Seungmin with your body in between his legs and started to dry his hair.

You loved his long hair, the way it framed his face and how the dirty blonde complimented his olive-toned skin perfectly, and let's not forget to mention how his long hair provided you with one more thing to grip onto when he was fu-

“Baby? Can we go straight to bed after this? I’m tired and the way you're running your hands through my hair right now is making me even more sleepy.”

“Of course Minnie, I’m nearly finished” you replied.

As you were finishing up drying his hair Seungmin had a firm grip on your thighs. His hands ran up and down as well as his thumbs drawing small circles. At one point he even began kneading the back of your thighs through your joggies just below your ass. You knew it was his way of distracting himself from his thoughts. But you just couldn’t stop the shiver that ran up your spine or the way it made your heart beat out of your chest.

“Okay, you're done. Go and get ready for bed and we can cuddle.”

He stood up from the chair letting his hand hover on your waist as he let his hand trail from your back to your stomach as he moved past you to go to the bathroom.

After a few minutes, he came back into his room with a hoodie in his arms. He handed it to you so that you could change, and get rid of the damp material that clung to your skin. You both got into his bed and he cuddled you once again. Seungmin lay behind you with one arm laid straight out for your head to rest on and the other draped over your waist. One of his large hands rested on your stomach as he pressed a kiss to your neck that was exposed from the collar of the hoodie.

You played with his fingers and lightly trailed your index finger along the veins on his arm that were sticking out slightly probably due to the warmth of his room.

“I’ve taken the day off work tomorrow so I can come with you to practice.”

“What! When did you do that? You don’t have any clothes with you.”

“I did it when you went to the bathroom, I want to spend the day with you. Plus that guy I told you about at work pissed me off today and I really do not want to deal with him tomorrow and I’m sure you won’t mind letting me borrow your clothes.”

“I swear if he ever comes near you when I’m there I’m going to kick him so hard that it will end his future bloodline,” he huffed as his voice raised in volume the more angry he got. “But of course sweetheart, I love it when you wear my clothes,” he spoke this time his voice a lot calmer.

You laughed at his comment and the change in his tone as you held his hand and kissed the back of it. Your Seungmin was definitely back to normal and was behaving like his normal mischievous but endearing self. You were happy that you were able to help him in his times of need and that he knew you were someone he could lean on.

Finally, you closed your eyes you fell asleep to the quiet breathing of your boyfriend in his warm and loving embrace.

© byeguyshiladies04 2024

[konigs-left-pec]

Scent

A/N: I unfortunately had to start my blog over due to a bunch of stupid things I couldn't fix, so I'm reposting the only two fics I've ever posted (including this, my first ever smut.) Please give me your feedback so I'll know if it's shite. Thank you, babes! ❤️

Rating: E/MDNI. (Breeding kink.)

Summary: Despite having been intimate with you for some time, König notices something different about you and it's absolutely irresistible.

"Oh, scheiße... that's it."

You perked up at the way he rasped those words against the seam of your cunt, distracting you from the way you were aching for his fingers or cock, positively soaked and waiting for him to do something. Anything. You were always ravenously horny at this point in your cycle so this wasn't unusual for you, but his reaction despite still being fully clothed and literally just getting into bed with you was.

"You smell so good. I just-" you heard the clinking of his belt, felt his hands moving against your belly and thighs as he pushed inelegantly at his pants and boxers, "Fuck..." In a fit of possession, rough hands grabbed behind your knees, pressing them back to your chest and pushing the air from your lungs as he dove in straight at the source. He licked and sucked from your clit to your entrance like it was life-saving nectar, the sweetest ambrosia, filling his lungs with your scent as his nose bumped against you, the little hits of sensation lancing up your spine and making you squirm and arch against the bed.

"König, it just means I'm fertile." You said matter-of-factly, a throwaway comment as you stretched with an airy sigh, spreading your legs wider and dragging your nails gently over his neck and shoulders, wishing he'd just get to fucking you. He sat up and wiped your slick from his chin in a way that made your core twitch.

"Ach! I've been trying to figure it out for months." One thick digit pressed into your heat quickly followed by a second, causing you to gasp. You were so wet and so ready it felt like honey pooling in your slit, causing your bones to itch with anticipation.

"Will you let me fuck a baby into you?" He asked suddenly, seriously as his fingers kept on sawing into you, your hips churning slowly in counter. Had you heard him right? His eyes were glued to where his fingers plunged in and out, his other hand pressing down on his hard cock. He looked up at you pleadingly, withdrawing his hand only to place those sticky fingers in his mouth and suck, leaning fully over you.

"You will be so beautiful when you're full with my child, Y/N -" he said it like it hurt, a private confession pulled into the light to be judged. He pressed into you, heavy cock slipping finally through your sopping folds to repeatedly, blessedly bump against your neglected clit, "Bitte, mein liebling."

You had barely said yes before he'd made his first thrust, thick length parting your gummy walls as you threw your head back, hissing out a breath and clutching his shoulders as he rocked deeper and deeper into your aching clasp. He was desperately kissing you, all teeth and tongue as he licked into your mouth like he could steal your affirmation before you changed your mind. Honestly, your mind was pretty useless with the way he was groaning and fucking into you; each thrust deeper than the last, a jolt of pleasure pain on each ingress that burned out your senses and had you bearing down on his cock as you inched closer to your end.

"Touch yourself." Came his strained command, his rhythm faltering and pace slowing slightly as he breathed heavily through his nose, jaw tight as he reined himself back from the edge. Lazy thrusts lit up your belly as you quickly reached between your bodies to swirl your fingers over your clit, overcome with images of a pregnancy and your King with a babe in his arms, a babe with your hair and his eyes...

"m'close, so close, König... please..."

He all but whimpered against your neck, licking a hot stripe up the column to purr into your ear, "Give it to me, mein schatz." He picked up the pace, pressing into something devastating inside you that had you keening, twitching and pulsing around him as you hit your high, gasping into his mouth as he spent himself with a painful sounding groan. He thrust lazily a few more moments, drawing out the aftershocks and making sure his seed stayed where you both wanted it to be. He gently rested above you, holding his weight off of you as he began to soften; he studied you as you recovered, gentle puffs against your cheek and dark eyes set on your flushed face as he hoped you wouldn't regret this.

"You know..." you pressed a sweet kiss to the apple of his cheek, ruffling the damp hair at the nape of his neck, "it doesn't always take the first time."

"I guess we'll have to keep trying, ja?" He chuckled, clearly relieved as he withdrew from your body, drawing you close and lovingly pressing a hand over your belly where he hoped to take root and make his home.

[babygirl-riley]

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SPOILERS! IF YOU HAVENT WATCH/PLAY THE CAMPAIGN OF MWIII THAN MOVE ON!

NO SERIOUSLY BYE

LAST TIME FOR NOT SEEING SPOILERS

[keep reading]

After the events of losing a comrade, you watch Simon move around empty

Warnings: PURE FUCKING DEPRESSION, angst, mentions of PTSD, major death character, soft!simon, husband!simon, depressed!simon, nightmares, swearing

“Did some force take you because I didn’t pray?”

A/N: Listen…I literally almost threw up when we saw him die like 😭 I wanted to just lay down and die. This is how I would think Simon would react after knowing and been married to you for a while. 🥲 Also a little hint that Soap had a partner for the Soap readers out there. 🖤

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst

You waited as you watched the world fall apart and settle. You knew Simon was out there, in the midst of it. When you got the text “I’m comin’ home.” You were thrilled, you thought everything was fine.

However.

It wasn’t, Simon came home as you waited on the couch. Immediately he stared right at you, you saw how distant he was. How cold. How sad. You stood up and walked to him as his shoulders dropped. You grabbed the side of his face and had him look at you. He didn’t move as his eyes landed on yours.

“What’s wrong.” You whispered trying to find an answer through his eyes.

He is tired. You kept thinking, nothing happened. Everything is fine. He is just tired. Sometimes he comes home like this. No he doesn’t. You corrected. Something was wrong.

Tears brimming on the edge of his painted eyes. You only seen on two fingers that you seen him cry or tears in his eyes. You looked at him concern rubbing his cheek bones on his mask. He inhaled, shakily. “He…Johnny.” He whispered, his voice cracking.

You scanned his eyes, trying to find out why he was talking about Soap like he…No. He can’t be. “Is he hurt?”

Simon looked away grabbing your wrists. He stared at your fingers, looking at the ring he gave you just a couple of weeks before the hell broke. He squeezed your wrists not hard but little tighter. “No…He-He’s…”

“Oh,” You said quietly before he looked up at you then he wrapped his arms around you holding you close. “I’m so sorry baby.”

You heard a soft sob as he squeezed you. You held the back of his head and back, rubbing soft circles. You both stood there for a moment before guiding him to the couch taking his boots off. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak, he just let the tears fall. Never have you seen him like this. Usually he would lock himself somewhere until he was ready to just lay with you or cook with you.

This. This however he was in a state of shock? Numbness? The old Simon wouldn’t be like this towards you but now you were just grateful he was. When you took off his boots you stood up, his head still on the ground his shoulders stiff. You gently grabbed his chin, he looked up at you. “Let’s get you in the tub.” You whispered.

“Let’s just go to bed.” He disagreed, standing up and moving around you.

The next couple of months was hell. Either Simon would jolt awake and be covered in sweat to the point he felt the need to shower. Or you would wake up to him mumbling Soap’s name, getting closer to him to feel the heat radiating from his body.

Which made Simon feel worse, waking you up because he couldn’t sleep or even be asleep hurt him more. His pain is causing you pain. Even though you reassured him over and over again that it wasn’t that. He told you that he was going to Scotland to spread his ashes which you didn’t mind.

It was a week before he came home, you didn’t ask how it went because it mostly was hard from him. So you made his favorite food and tea as you both sat at the table. He played with his food, picking at it before sighing and left the room. You made a container that most likely wouldn’t be touched by him. He ate sure but it wasn’t his normal eating habit.

One night the nightmares became worse and it was was the same one. The tunnels connecting as gunfire was heard in the distance. Kyle and him sprinting to help just to see Johnny getting shot. Again and again. Hearing Price yell for him. Hearing HIS voice call his name. Feeling no pulse. See the crimson blood soak the floor. The cry and scream of his partner when him, Gaz, and Price went to bare the news.

This time he wasn’t mumbling his name he screamed. Which snapped you awake immediately, you turned to see Simon shaking his back facing away from you. “Simon,” You said sternly but not in a malicious manner. You placed your hand as he snapped up, making you jump from the sudden movement. He snapped his head to you, eyes wild, tears pricking. He searched your eyes, you tried to quickly change your shock impression before he saw it but it was too late. He got out of bed quickly. “Simon.”

He shut the bedroom door, quietly leaving you there. You waited for a moment before walking out. Noticing he wasn’t home yoh went back to bed. Waiting until he came home. During that you pulled out your phone and text Price.

Simon felt his phone go off, it was Price. He sighed answering. “You are awake.” Price mumbled.

Simon grunted. “Can’ sleep.”

“Me neither,” He sighed through the phone. “Meet me at the base Simon.”

Simon grunted in response turning around to head home. He didn’t go inside but text you to inform you. You just said okay with a heart, that’s what he loves about you never pushed. Never showed how you were irritated or upset that he wouldn’t. You knew eventually he would tell you, slowly it took time.

It wasn’t until the next day Simon came home, you were getting out of the shower when you saw him sitting on the bed. He looked at you his eyes searching his eyes. Simon’s eyes always told the story, for you, you always knew what he truly felt. That is another reason he loved you, he didn’t need to vocally tell you how he feels, you just knew.

You frowned and walked up to him, placing yourself between his legs and wrapped your arms around his head and back. Placing him on your stomach, he large arms engulfing your body closer. “I could’v saved him,” You stayed silent as he sighed. “He was too young. The bastard had so much ahead of him.”

You nodded rubbing his back, you didn’t say anything still. What could you say? Simon said all the things that are true. You inhaled deeply moving your arms to cup your hands on his face. Having him look up at you. “You couldn’t do anything more than you already were.” You whispered, you rubbed his cheekbones up and down.

Simon’s eyes saddened more, he knew you were right. It was the part of him that thought about his friend and his comrade. Someone he eventually cared for. He hummed and nodded once before inhaling deeply. “That’s what Price said. I just…wish there was something more I could’v done.”

You hummed acknowledging his comment, everyone wishes something to have changed. To go back in time for that last second or minute before things go south. It’s unfortunate part of life not being able to go back to reset. Simon sighed. “I just…” His voice cracks, you start tearing up from him about to cry. Simon is known to be the “tough” one, the one that doesn’t show tears for anyone. The vulnerable side of him doesn’t present often basically rarely.

“Walking into base and not hearing the annoyin’ cheerful scott…It just…its hauntin’.” He mumbles looking up at you once more.

You nodded and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Guiding him back to your stomach holding him. A question came to you, knowing that he would never say yes to it. It clawed at you the more you thought about it. You inhaled deeply. “Why not ask Price for a short leave?”

Simon tensed up, making you tense up, subconsciously slapping yourself in the face. Until you felt him relax. “Okay.” He mumbled into you, squeezing you tighter

“Okay.” You whispered, you didn’t know how long you both stayed like that. You didn’t care. All you cared about is that you had to be his light, like he has been for you.

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Patience is a Virtue C. Loveland

Colston Loveland x fem!Minter!reader

synopsis - Colston gets the trophy, and finally gets the girl.

wc - 3.8k

contains - UNEDITED! this is based off of this request! READER IS COACH MINTER(michigan defensive coordinator)'S DAUGHTER!!!!!!! kissing, hugging, fluff, cursing, stress over the game. guys if u don't like my cute outfit i picked then #1 ur a hater and #2 it's not a big deal! think of something else🤞🤞🤞 cause my Adidas navy handballs with gold accents ARE STAYING. there IS a picture of the outfit im describing but im obvi not gonna stick it in the middle of the fic so if anyone wants that i guess request or message me lols?

an - GUYS PLEASE LET THIS POST LETS PRAY TOGETHER. THIS WAS CUTE. i've been getting the BEST requests lately. i'm on my Michigan FOOTBALL grind. ive spent a long while introducing the jesse minter daughter reader.... she might have to stick around. i want to write for Blake Corum but don't know what to do because literally all i have written for the past week is like "girlfriend or friend of player reader comes to watch their playoff game, reader and love interest kiss after love interest wins game" so... DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVEEEE WRITING THAT SHIT. but it feels so repetitive. BUT THIS? I LOVED THIS. daughter of the coach is so scandalous and i love it. minter is only 40 so like we're just saying he had his daughter (reader) pretty young, like 21. hope u enjoyyyyyyyy ;)!

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You woke up with a start. Your body jolted as you brain registered a shout somewhere in the room. You sucked in a breath, opening your eyes, only to close them again. You squinted, trying to orient yourself. You were in a hotel room, your brothers were the ones shouting.

You groaned at the realization, then let out a shout when you felt three small bodies land on top of you.

"Holy shit, get off of me!"

They immediately scrambled, most likely going to tell your mom you cursed in their presence. You loved your 3 baby siblings, but they were pains in your ass sometimes.

You heard a faint "she said shit mommy!" in the conjoining hotel room, and rolled your eyes. You sat in bed, stretching, grabbing your phone before grabbing your bag and locking yourself in the bathroom before your mom could scold you so your siblings shut up about it.

Today was the college football playoff championship, and it was safe to say your family members above the age of 8 were stressed. It was 8:11, and you had to be out the door by 9:50. You showered, drying your hair after and then starting to pick your outfit. You brought a lot of different gear, you had not clue what you wanted to wear to the game. You had so much Michigan gear, and even more maize and navy colored clothing, courtesy to your father.

After almost 30 minutes, you decided on a cute denim skirt, a maize long sleeve, and your navy Adidaas Handballs. You perfected your hair and makeup, successfully erasing any signs that you'd only been awake for about an hour.

You came out of the bathroom all put together, your bag and pajamas in hand. Your siblings were sitting on your bed, watching something on the TV. Since you guys had 6 people in your family, you'd gotten two hotel rooms with the connecting door in the middle. You slept in one room with your little sister on the other bed, and your parents and brothers slept in the other room. You walked through the connecting door, checking the time. 9:17.

Your mom was getting ready in the bathroom when you walked into it. You sat on the closed lid toilet and started talking to her about the plans for today.

"You really gotta stop cursing in front of the littles!"

Your mother scolded you, a grin wide on her face. She was joking, of course. You and your parents had always been close, you'd been their baby for the longest. You'd been with them since they were two just married 20 year olds in college. Not that you remembered it, but you were there for all of your dad's junior and senior year games when he played at MSJ. You'd been there through all the coaching jobs. From Cincinnati, to Georgia State, to the Baltimore Ravens, you'd been there through all of it.

You sat with your mom until it was time to go. Your dad corralled everyone together, taking a photo before you all headed to the elevator. When an elevator came, it opened up and there was barely any room unless your parents held two of your siblings, so you told them to go ahead and that you would wait for the next one.

You only waited about a minute before the doors slid open again, revealing none other than Colston Loveland. His eyes lit up, a grin shining on his beautiful face. You'd always had a weird little thing with Colston. No words were ever said about it, but there had always been a vibe between you.

Being the daughter of the defensive coordinator definitely drove a lot of the guys, even ones you had classes and other school related things with, far far away. The boys knew how protective their coach was of his family, and didn't want any bad blood on the team. Something about you just attracted Colston so heavily. He knew he shouldn't even think about it, but he never could help himself.

"Hey coach."

You rolled your eyes at him playfully as you stepped into the elevator. He always called you coach, he had to remind you he was one of your dad's players. You would've loved to forget that for two seconds.

"Hi Cole."

He could've died. You'd called him Cole, instead of Colston. It was the smallest, most insignificant little thing, but it made him melt.

"Where's your family at?"

You tilted your head towards him, he wanted to talk, okay. You smiled at him, he loved it.

"The other elevator was too full, some of the guys were on the way down too."

He nodded, the smirk never leaving his face. You thought about kissing it off of him, then realized you had just thought of kissing his smirk off of him. Shit. You were in deep with this kid, and there was little to no chance anything would ever happen.

The elevator reached the lobby, and Colston gestured for you to step out first. You exited the elevator, the boy hot on your tail. You were immediately greeted by a hallway packed full of Michigan players, coaches, families, and more.

You have Colston one last glance and smile before finding your mom, taking your baby brother out of her arms and into yours, playing with him. Colston's eyes followed you, he admired you as you smiled and laughed with your brother. You were perfect. He was gonna have to find a way to get around the fact that you were his coach's daughter.

You held your brother with one arm and your sisters hand with the other as you smiled at the cameras, walking through to the buses. Your family followed behind the rest of the coaches and families, the team trailing behind you.

The ride to NRG took longer than you assumed it would, almost an hour because of the traffic, and it didn't help that everyone could tell that the buses were transporting one of the CFP Championship teams in them.

Everyone went into the stadium together, through some backstage type area. You walked with the team until you had to go separate ways. You hugged your dad, squeezing him tight. You would see him again before the game, so you saved your 'Good luck, I love you Dad.' sentiment for then.

You'd always had a special connection with your dad, you were closer to him than almost anyone else. You were his baby, his first baby. Still, you were his baby in his eyes. Your dad would do anything for you, and he was quite protective. Though he was protective, all he wanted was for you to be happy, and if it meant dating one of his guys, he would have no problem with it.

Your family sat bored in the box of the stadium, looking down on the field as Washington practiced. There was over 6 more hours till the game started, and there was practically nothing to do.

You took a nap on the carpeted floor of the box with your siblings for a couple hours, your mother snapping photos that although you were embarrassed of, were undeniably cute. Once you guys had woken up, there was about 2 hours till game time. You voted with your family on whether you guys wanted to stay in the box, or sit way close to the field. You all wanted to be closer to the field, you wanted to see the action head on.

Your family departed the box, along with a few others to see the team one more time before the game. You got down onto the field in about 20 minutes, and stood with your dad for awhile. When you were being told it was time to go, you quickly hugged your dad.

"Good luck, I love you!"

He thanked you, saying the three words back as you guys waved at him, going to leave. Your eyes caught on a certain brunette as he ran off the field, his eyes finding you quickly. He smiled at you, ugh, that smile.

"Good luck, Cole!"

You smiled at him, right before you turned to go up the tunnel. More and more fans started to pour in as you got settled into your bleacher seats. You were three rows from the bottom with a perfect view of the field. You settled in as the national anthem ended and the game began.

As the game progressed, you were so happy to say that Michigan was winning, the entire time. You'd caught Colston's eyes multiple times during the game, letting it linger for a few seconds before giving him a stern look and gesturing towards the field. He'd mouth back, 'okay, coach.' and turn back around. Your mother caught the interaction once, her heart warming seeing her baby with a crush.

You stood up, your brother in your arms as you jumped up and down, shouting, Michigan had finally won! You cheered and danced around with your little siblings as you celebrated. You were all so insanely proud of your dad. Soon though, you were being escorted to the field, eager to see your father and congratulate him.

Blood was pumping and hearts were racing as you exited the tunnel, smiles burned onto your faces as you went to look for your dad. You held your sister's hand as you two ran around, trying to find him. Your mom shouted, and you turned to look at her. She pointed to your left, and there stood your dad, hugging one of his players. Your sister went back to your mom, to walk over to your dad with her as you all but sprinted over to your dad, weaving in between sweaty boys and families.

Your dad saw you incoming and held his arms out accepting your forceful hug. You both laughed, your dad squeezing you tightly. Your best friend had finally done it.

"Literally told you you would do it."

He laughed again, agreeing as he laid a kiss to your temple, pulling back with one arm to accept your other siblings into the hug, who'd finally made their way over. After a minute, you took your siblings from your dad so your mom could hug him, and kiss him, much to your brothers' disgust.

After talking with your dad for a little, you spotted a familiar 6'5 frame standing by himself as his teammates walked away from him. You sauntered over, shouting his name when you were in earshot. The brunette quickly turned around, the smile already gracing his face deepening.

"Well hi, coach."

"Congratulations, Cole. You know your catches were pretty legit."

You gave him a slightly impressed face, shrugging your shoulders. He laughed, rolling his eyes playfully.

"You can't win 'em all over, can you?"

You laughed in turn, stepping closer to him. Colston's heart was racing as he looked down into your eyes.

"But really, Cole, you were incredible, serious."

He nodded, accepting your praise with a grin, before he looked around, over-exaggerating a look of being in thought.

"You know, coach, I think I might just deserve a reward, for my quote incredible performance."

Your eyes widened, your heart starting off, faster and faster.

"Really? What might that entail, Cole?"

Shit, he was gonna have to kiss you if you kept calling him that. He was about to take the leap. He knew he had to at some point, and he was on an adrenaline rush, that just chanted at him to do it.

"Well I think it entails you accepting a date with me back in Michigan."

Your jaw dropped slightly, you were dumbfounded. Colston really wanted to go on a date with you?

"For real?"

Colston nodded, seemingly confident, though he was shaking in his boots on the inside.

"Well then, I think we can make that work."

Colston's heart erupted. He literally could not have been happier. He'd just won the Natty, and got his dream girl to agree to a date, holy fuck. You got nervous all of the sudden, leaning up to kiss his cheek, before turning to leave.

"Just text me, Cole!"

He nodded, his eyes following you as you went to go find your family again. His family came back over to him, they'd been gone for just a second but stopped and waited when they saw him talking to you. His family, especially his mom, knew quite a bit about you.

You found your family, immediately grabbing your moms hand to pull her a few steps away. You looked at her with the biggest eyes ever, still in shock over what had just happened.

"What's up, sweetheart? Why are you all, thousand yard stare-y?"

"Mom Colston just asked me out, and I said yes! And then I kissed his cheek! And then I left!"

Your mom laughed, her baby was finally growing up. You'd had a few boyfriends in all your days, but you'd never been proper crushing like you were right now.

"That's so good! I knew this was coming, we just had to wait for one of you to get the courage."

You blushed, hiding your face in your hands. Your smile suddenly dropped, a realization coming to you.

"Is dad gonna hate me?"

"Why would I hate you?"

Shit.

You ended up telling your dad later on in the night, when you were tired and sitting in the back of a restaurant the team was celebrating in. Your family didn't party for too long, having a 4, 7, and 8 year old didn't exactly allow you guys to stay out for too long. Even your parents 19 year old daughter got a bit cranky if she stayed out too late.

When you told your dad, he just laughed. He knew you and Colston had things for each other, he was waiting for the tight end to make a move.

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You were stressing. Tonight was your date with Colston. You sat at your vanity, ranting to your roommate over it. You put on makeup and did your hair, wanting to look cute but not over the top.

Colston had told you to wear comfy clothes, so you were in one of your most common outfits. Leggings and a Michigan sweatshirt. You stared at yourself in the mirror, doubting yourself. You had known Colston for over a year, almost two, but you didn't really know him that well. You wanted him to like you so badly.

"Babe, you look fantastic. He's going to stare at you all night."

You sighed at your roommate's encouragement. But before you could respond, you got a text from Colston. He was outside your dorm building. Your roommate pushed you straight out the door, saying bye.

You went down the stairs quickly, making your way out of the complex. You saw Colston as you opened the door, slipping out. He looked up and smiled at you, his stupid beautiful smile.

"Hey, Gorgeous."

You felt the heat on your face even in the Ann Arbor cold. You smiled, shaking your head as you gave him a spin, showing off your extra casual outfit.

"Even in this ensemble?"

He nodded, his smile deepening. He pulled you into his side, hugging you. You were immediately enveloped in his warmth. You ducked your head down to hide the shock in your eyes. He smelled really good.

When you pulled away Colston led you to his car, opening the door for you before going around and getting in. You two buckled up before Colston pulled out of the parking spot, setting off into Ann Arbor. He gave you the aux, warming your heart. You both knew he probably didn't listen to the same music as you, but he wanted you to listen to whatever you liked.

Smaller Acts by Zach Bryan came on when you hit shuffle on your main playlist, making you smile. You resonated with the song, always having thought that smaller acts of love were more important than any grand gestures. You got to really look at Colston while he drove. He kept his eyes right on the road always, until you got to a red light, that's when you'd jerk your head back forward as he turned to look at you. He was really pretty, his jaw was so insanely defined, he had a strong neck, and the deepest brown eyes. You stared at the tattoo on his left forearm, he was hot, to put it simply.

You drove for around 40 minutes before the car slowed, pulling onto a gravel driveway. You looked out of your window, seeing a large screen and projector, and lots of cars. He had brought you to a drive in movie. You could've cried when you saw the sign reading the movie you would be seeing. Ocean's 11. The very first time you ever talked to Colston, he'd asked you your favorite movie. You said you couldn't pick one, then settled on Ocean's 11 because it was one you'd seen so many times you could quote any scene.

You couldn't believe he remembered. You'd never mentioned it since then. That was the kind of smaller, seemingly insignificant thing that meant the world to you. You jerked your head to the left, staring at Colston with wide eyes. He was dealing with the tickets for a few seconds before you pulled into a spot, then he finally looked to you.

"Cole, I cannot believe that you remembered."

Colston smiled, and on the inside he was celebrating that you loved it. What he hadn't expected though was you leaning over the console and hugging him. It was honestly the sweetest thing any guy had ever done for you, you were beyond grateful for this boy, and it was your first date.

"This is the sweetest thing a guy's ever done for me, I'm being serious."

Though you were mostly saying that about the fact that he'd remembered, the date itself was also amazing. Colston knew you enough to know that you'd have preferred this over any fancy restaurant, and that meant a lot.

"It's the least I could do, coach. You mean something to me, 'm gonna take care of you."

You just squirmed in your seat, getting more comfortable and smiling as you looked ahead of you. You wordlessly reached over and slipped your hand into his, pulling them into your lap.

Colston was so happy he could've gotten out of the car and started dancing. He acted as cool as he could on the outside. You two settled in as the movie began.

At some point, Colston had reached back into the backseat and grabbed a blanket that he tossed into your lap, and a bag of food and snacks.

You traced your free hand over Colston's tattoo, admiring the line work and shading. The movie ended, and Colston's hand stayed with you as you two began the drive back. You fell asleep on the drive, your head leaning against Colston's arm.

You woke up slowly about 5 minutes out from school. You kept your head on Colston's arm, but allowed yourself to carelessly stare at him in your tired state. At a stoplight, he turned to look at you, smiling deeply when his eyes met your sleepy ones.

"Hey, coach. Nap good?"

You smiled and nodded, yawning at him. He laughed lowly, turning his head back when the light went green. You parked outside your building, dampening your heart. The night had been perfect. You sleepily got out of Colston's car, after he told you to not dare opening your own door. He walked you up to the entrance with his hand on your back, rubbing his fingers back and forth lightly.

When you got to the door you stopped and turned around, wrapping your arms around his middle.

"Thank you so much Colston. This was like, the best date I think ever."

He smiled, hugging you tightly. Colston had the best time, obviously you were gorgeous, but getting to talk to you one-on-one without interruptions was his idea of a good time. His insides melted whenever you fell asleep, and before then, he could've swore he was in love while you traced over his tattoo.

You pulled away from him, looking at the boy through heavy eyes. He looked absolutely handsome in the dim lighting of a street lamp. You put your hands on his shoulders, leaning up and kissing him. You probably wouldn't have if your drowzy mind hadn't commanded you to. Obviously you wanted to, but you weren't sure if it was 100% mutual yet, but it was.

Colston's hands went to hold the back of your head, his hands in your hair. He kept the kiss shorter than you would've liked, knowing you were tired.

You looked up at him with stars in your eyes, a smiling fighting its way onto you face. Colston's hands shifted from your hair to your jaw, rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

"I'll see you tomorrow baby."

Your blown out eyes widened at the name, your heart clenching in your chest. Colston saw the reaction, his lips quirking up the slightest bit.

"I'll see you, Loveland."

You let go of him, turning towards the door. You paused for a second, quickly turning back around and kissing Colston again. Colston's hands grabbed at your hips, pulling you closer. Colston smiled brightly into the kiss, giggling to himself.

You pulled away from him, a grin falling to your face.

"You ever gonna let me leave, coach?"

"Thinkin' about it."

"You get inside, gorgeous. It's too cold for you to be out here."

You smiled, nodding at him, letting go of him for the last time.

"You gotta go too, off season just started. You gotta stay on your A-Game Loveland."

He laughed at you, shaking his head as he watched you walk into the dorm complex, turning the corner and out of his sight. You ran back up the stairs and to your room, squealing like a 13 year old as you described your date to your roommate.

Colston sat in his car, texting his mom that everything went well. When he put his phone away, he finally let himself think that you were the girl he'd want to be with forever. It was finally real. The boy just had to be patient.

[raapija]

Hi. Could you please write a little something about strollonso raising the two babies? Like their experience with the twins when they were just a few months old maybe? About being parents for the first time. And the older kids meeting the twins and interacting with them. Sorry if this doesn't make sense.

Thanks for this cute prompt ! <3 Have fun reading, and I hope you like it !

summary: It's a couple months into Lance and Nando having the twins. The house is a mess and both of them are dying from sleep deprivation, but other than that, it's going great ! Also, Charlos come to visit... warnings: no warnings babes <3

Fernando was spread on his and Lance's bed, every limb pointing to a different direction like a starfish. He was on the brink of falling asleep, when he heard the baby monitor go off, a small cry coming from the other end. He dragged his hands over his face and sighed, laying for a couple seconds more before heaving himself up and making his way downstairs.

Lucía had woken up and was now crying like a fire-siren, making Fernando's ears ring as he entered the babies' room. He carefully got the little girl into his arms, resting her against his chest and shoulder. He rocked her gently and shushed her, while walking over to Jayden's crib to check on him, too.

"Increíble..." he said under his breath as he saw the boy was still fast asleep, completely clueless to his sister's crying from before.

Fernando made his way towards the kitchen, opening the fridge to get a bottle of already pre-made baby formula. He then sat down at the dinner table, holding the baby girl safely on his lap and slipping the bottle into her mouth.

After Lucía had finished eating, he got her back up into his arms to burb her. And oh boy, did she burb.

"Ay, dios mío, mi pequeña niña." Fernando fanned the air around them with his hand. The little girl could produce some of the nastiest smells.

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After he had gotten Lucía settled back into her crib and she had fallen asleep, Fernando made his way to the living room to find his husband passed out on the couch. His hair was a mess, his shirt was probably on backwards and he was literally drooling. Fernando thought he looked a bit ridiculous, but in a charming, endearing kind of way.

Lance was clutching another baby monitor in his hand and Fernando gently got it out of his fingers. Lance stirred a little in his sleep, and Fernando's heart skipped a beat as he got spooked that he had woken him up. But alas, Lance was still far away in his dreams.

Fernando decided to stuff the baby monitor into the kangaroo pocket on his hoodie and then go prepare something to eat for the two of them. He was a terrible cook, but he figured Lance would appreciate the gesture either way.

He popped one of his favorite CD's in the kitchen radio, El Sueño de Morfeo was the band. He put the volume on low and danced around the kitchen, humming along with the melody and throwing together a mix of leftovers. He even chopped some fresh tomatoes to go with it. Fernando had always told Lance if there was someone he would marry instead of him, it was the lead singer of the band, Raquel. And Lance would always sneer at him and say he would marry some sleazy hockey player from the Habs that Fernando refused to remember the name of.

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Fernando gently poked on Lance's arm to try and wake him up. When the poking didn't work, he tried kissing him like a Disney princess that had fallen into a deep slumber. No luck there either. He looked at him a bit longer before growing impatient.

"Wake up, idiot." he barked and Lance jolted awake, looking around in a panic and then slumping back down when he saw Fernando smirking at him.

"Hello, churri. I made you dinner." Fernando cooed and Lance rubbed his eyes.

"How long was I asleep for? Are the kids okay?" he croaked and sat up. Fernando kissed him on the cheek and then hurried off to the dinner table to pull one chair from under it, beckoning for Lance to come over. After Lance had managed to drag his body over and sat down, he went to grab him his plate, placing it before him with unnecessary flair. Lance scowled at him and then started to pick through the food with his fork, trying to figure out just what exactly it was he was about to put into his mouth.

"Bebés are fine. I fed Lucy about half an hour ago, both sleeping." Fernando said and watched Lance's expression go from doubt to pleasant surprise when he tasted the food.

"I'm impressed." the Canadian said and took another forkful, seemingly hungry from his sleep. Fernando smiled and dug in himself.

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Next morning, Fernando was shuffling around the house trying not to make too much noise while tidying up. He had his arms full with a selection of milk bottles, rattle toys, teddies and onesies.

Carlos was coming over to see the twins for the first time in a month and he was bringing sweet and lovely Charles with him. Oliver was staying with Charles's parents, which had made Fernando's blood boil when they had told him last night over the phone. He wanted to hold his grandson, maybe steal him from them for good. He was so adorable; Oliver looked exactly like Charles with his itty-bitty little green eyes, long lashes and rosy pink cheeks.

"What are you doing?" he heard Lance whisper from behind him. Fernando almost dropped everything as he quickly twirled around, holding in a scream from being scared by him. Lance stared back at him, still groggy from sleep and his bathrobe sliding down off one of his shoulders. His shirt was all crinkled up and his pajama pants barely held onto his waist with the strings hanging loose. The hairband in his hair was hardly keeping his messy bun intact.

"Cleaning." Fernando hissed at him and went on to dump all the stuff from his hands into a big toy basket and slammed the lid shut. He'd deal with it later when the guests were gone.

"I see..." Lance raised an eyebrow at him. "Coffee?"

"Please." Fernando sighed and they both made their way towards the kitchen, avoiding stepping on loose duplos and little wooden cubes.

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"It's weird, how much they look like Lance." Carlos said as he stared at Lucía and Jayden on Fernando's lap on the couch. Carlos was squatting in front of them, examining the kids closely.

"Well, they are mine..." Lance noted from behind him but the younger Spaniard ignored him. Carlos reached out his hand and one of the babies grabbed onto his finger, making a babbling sound. He shook hands with the baby, saying a Spanish greeting as well.

"They're beautiful. Right, Carlos?" Charles nudged Carlos with his foot and the man grunted, presumably agreeing. Lance yawned, already craving for another cup of coffee after they had just stood up from the table and put their cups away.

"Tough being a dad, right?" Charles asked him and Lance nodded. Fernando smiled from the couch at them.

"These two are infinitely easier compared to Lando and Oscar." he said and then looked at Carlos. "Not to even mention you."

"Shut up." Carlos growled and stood up. Fernando smirked up at him, clearly amused by his reaction.

"I would love to know what Carlos was like as a child." Charles joined in and Carlos shot him an angry look. Charles furrowed his brows at him. "What? You never talk about that stuff..."

"Oh, he was a nightmare." Fernando said and earned himself an angry look, too. "There was nothing in the house he wouldn't break or steal or loose. And he would always rope Lando and Oscar into his plans."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Carlos tried to drown Fernando's voice out and covered Charles' ears with his hands.

"He was horrible. I don't know how I managed turn him around." Fernando continued and Carlos threw a loose teddy bear at his head.

"Okay, enough, you two." Lance jutted in, gathering his babies from Fernando before they got mixed into the fight as well. Fernando threw the teddy back at Carlos, missing him by just a centimeter. Lance scurried off with Lucía and Jayden, hiding behind Charles for protection. The two Spaniards kept throwing toys at each other until Carlos got a hold of something with hard edges and Charles finally interjected.

"Jesus christ!" he chuckled, a little scared, and grabbed the kid's book from Carlos' hands. The Spaniard looked at him disappointed, as if he had spoiled all the fun. "Enough."

"Hah, I win." Fernando peeked from behind the couch and Charles had to actually hold his man back from charging at him.

"This is what I get from coming to visit you." Carlos huffed, while Charles straightened his clothes. Fernando giggled from behind the couch and the whole room could hear Lance roll his eyes. The twins were not impressed by the whole scene at all and were actually looking a bit droopy.

"Baby nap time." Lance announced and shuffled out the living room, leaving Fernando alone with Carlos and Charles.

"Okay, lo siento." Fernando said and patted Carlos on the back. The younger Spaniard glared at him, but accepted the apology. One thing Fernando always taught his kids was, that they should always apologize, no matter what.

He then turned to Charles and covered the other side of his mouth with his hand as if to block Carlos from hearing what he was about to say. "I'll tell you everything about him later. Don't you worry, mi cielito."

"Stop flirting with him, papá." Carlos stuck his finger between Fernando's ribs and made him squeal. Charles laughed and Carlos grabbed him to pull him away from Fernando, who was rubbing his side in pain.

"Someone has to, you're hopeless." Fernando croaked and Charles giggled more, making Carlos turn beet red. The younger Spaniard wasn't exactly the most romantic guy, and Fernando had always found it inconceivable that he had pulled someone like Charles. Perfect, handsome, sweet, talkative Charles... and then there was his son. Perpetually grumpy and unsociable.

"No, I like him just the way he is." Charles said and pecked Carlos on the cheek, making him blush even more. Getting kissed in front of your dad must still be universally embarrassing, even if you're past 30.

"Uh-huh..." Fernando hummed and looked at them. They did make a pretty good-looking pair. Opposites attract, right? That's what he and Lance had as well.

[graciegoeskrazy]

on this night, in this light

george + charli + xcx!r

warnings: nightmares, panic attacks, emotional distress, past trauma, parental absence, I think that's it? honestly not that graphic but it defiantly talks about it.

a/n: HEY FRIENDS. this idea has been in my brain for far too long. and I KNOW a lot of y'all were wanting some more George x xcx!r so here it is. I;ve been writing a lot more for charli? I swear a lot of the knew xcx!r fics are like charli AND George? I don't hate it tho. It's def still madly George dw dw. hope y'all enjoy <3

It was an abnormally normal night for George and Charli. For the first time in months—perhaps even over a year—there were no meetings, concerts, fittings, sessions, or even a peep from their email or texts that were business-related. They had shut everything off, putting aside their careers for the day, to focus solely on you.

Between more songs or DH2, and even the entirety of the Brat campaign, it had been no secret that time spent with all three of you together had been slim. Especially in the past few months with the launch of the Sweat Tour. Today, your Mom and George had vowed that since they had a day off, they would dedicate it entirely to you.

Even with a million things going on for both of them, you had been nothing but patient and kind. Sure, you missed them more than the waking world when they were away, but you understood that they were literally living their dream, and you didn’t want to get in the way of that. Not that they would say you were. In fact, they would probably say you’d been the most supportive during the process.

The day was mainly filled with watching movies, the three of you curled up in their bed, making up for the lost time. They cherished every moment, knowing how rare such days were. They laughed and talked through the films, with your mom occasionally stealing glances at George, a silent agreement passing between them. They were happy and content, basking in the simple pleasure of finally being a family.

Later, as the evening wound down, they sent you to bed. You couldn’t remember the last time you had both of them put you to bed, but Charli swore that you wouldn’t want them to do it forever, so she savored every moment.

Nightmares had been frequent when you were younger. When they were really bad, there were nights when you would wake up screaming or even in a cold sweat. George had heard of how bad they were but had never experienced them firsthand. There would be nights when he had passed by your room or when you were up in the kitchen, and he would ask what was wrong. You would say “bad dream” or something to that extent. Charli had said it was a result of your father and your fear of him coming back. From there, it would escalate into other dreams - darker ones. But as you grew, you grew out of them. That was until recently.

It was an ordinary night, and the house was wrapped in silence when George heard something that jolted him from sleep. At first, he couldn’t make out the noise. It was a distant murmur, something that didn't quite penetrate his half-asleep state. But then, the scream, clear and unmistakable. It was you. George was instantly awake, nudging Charli beside him.

“Charli,” he said, his voice a tense whisper. His hand on her shoulder was enough to make her stir but not fully awake. When the second scream broke through, he nudged her again, this time more urgently. “Charli!”

The house, which had been so still just a moment before, was now filled with a cascade of screams. The two of them sprang out of bed, their hearts racing as they raced toward your room. The darkness of the house seemed to engulf them, causing George to turn on the nightstand lamp as he entered your room, casting a warm, soothing light.

You were screaming in your bed, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your cries were raw, filled with fear and desperation. George sat down next to you, while your Mom took the other side of the bed, her face etched with concern.

“Shhh. Wake up, baby. Wake up,” George said softly, his voice trembling with worry. You wouldn’t budge, still trapped in the nightmare.

George gently held your head, afraid you would hurt yourself against the headboard if you continued to thrash. Charli grasped your hand, brushing the stray hairs from your face in a soothing gesture. “Y/n, wake up, my love.”

After a moment, your tears subsided just for a second, and you shot up in bed. Your eyes were wide, and the feeling of two people beside you, yet not knowing who they were, scared you even more. It was Charli’s calming voice that finally pierced through your fear. “Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay. It’s just us.” Your eyes met theirs, still filled with fear. Charli continued to speak softly. “You’re okay now.”

Despite her words, you continued to cry. Your breathing was fast and uneven, and soon enough, Charli and George saw a sight they recognized all too well.

George reached out, grabbing your hands as you tried to pull away. “Breathe, Y/n.”

You shook your head vigorously. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. Breathe with me.” He led you through the breathing exercise you had practiced together during previous panic attacks. “In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

After a while your panic subsided, and you were left with your tears and sniffles. “A nightmare?” George asked gently.

You nodded frantically, tears still streaking down your face. “Yeah.”

“Do you want to tell us what happened?” Charli asked, her voice soothing.

You thought for a second, then continued, your voice quiet, yet loud enough for them to hear it. “It was really dark,” you said, your voice trembling. “I don’t know where I was. But I found a house, and I went inside. And he was there…”

“Who was there, baby?” Charli asked, his voice a low murmur.

“Him.” The fear in your voice was palpable. “He grabbed me. Once I started yelling, I could hear both of your voices. It was so clear! It felt so real!”

“Shh. I know, I know,” Charli said softly, rubbing your back.

“He wanted to hurt me,” you continued, your voice breaking. “I kept yelling, and your voices kept yelling for me, but you guys never came.”

“It was only a dream, my love,” George said, his voice gentle but firm. “Only a dream.”

“We’re right here with you right now,” Your mom said. “He is so far away from here, and we are so protected that he would hurt himself if he even tried to get to you.”

“You’re safe here,” George added. “You’re safe with us.”

The room was quiet for a moment as you sat back against the headboard, in between your Mom and stepfather.

A thought then crossed Charli’s mind. “How long has this been happening?”

You didn’t respond immediately. Your eyes looked anywhere but at your mom, and you bowed your head, embarrassment creeping in. “Y/n Daniel…” Charli’s voice was gentle but insistent.

“...About two months?” you mumbled, your voice barely audible.

“The whole time we’ve been gone!?” Charli’s voice was filled with concern and disbelief.

“It got better!” you insisted. “On the nights when you both were here, it wouldn’t happen! It just… did tonight, I guess.”

“You should’ve told us, baby,” Charli said, gently caressing the sides of your face, her voice softening with concern.

“I didn’t want to bother you both,” you said, your voice breaking.

“How many times do we have to tell you?” George said, his tone tender yet firm. “You’re not bothering us! It’s literally our job to be here for you.”

“Still, I didn’t want you guys to worry about me,” you said, wiping away a tear.

“Oh, my love,” Charli said, her voice breaking slightly. “That’s all we ever do. There’s not a second that goes by where you are not on my mind. Doesn’t matter where I am. I could be on the other side of the world, performing on a huge stage, and I start wondering, ‘Did Y/n do her homework tonight? Did she eat dinner? Did Mum make sure to feed her?’”

The comment brought a small smile to your face, which was a win in their book.

“If something like this happens again,” George said gently, “you tell us. If nothing like this happens, still, you tell us. If you have a mundane detail about your day, still, you tell us.”

“That’s what we’re here for,” Charli added. “Understand?”

“I’m sorry I woke you guys up,” you said, your voice filled with regret.

“There’s no need to apologize, my love,” George said, squeezing your hands. “Plus, you only woke me up, not your mother. You know how much of a heavy sleeper she is.”

“Well, maybe if you didn’t snore so loudly, I would be able to get up a little sooner to help my child, huh?” Charli said, her voice playful.

“I don’t snore,” George said.

“Yes, you do,” You said with a smirk.

“Excuse me?” George said, raising an eyebrow.

“I can hear it through the walls,” You said, your tone light.

George shook his head. “I’ll have you know that I am perfectly quiet.”

“Oh, please,” Charli said, her smile widening. “I’ve heard you through the walls. And it’s not exactly a whisper.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at their playful banter. It was a welcome distraction from the fear that had gripped you only moments before.

As the laughter died down, Charli brushed a stray hair from your face. “We love you, Y/n. Always remember that. No matter what, we’re here for you.”

George nodded in agreement, pulling you into a comforting embrace. “We’re not going anywhere. Not tonight, not ever.”

With their reassuring presence surrounding you, the fear and anxiety of the nightmare slowly ebbed away. You snuggled closer to them, feeling safe and loved.

They stayed with you on that bed until your breathing evened out. Even then they didn’t want to leave. Especially Charli - George could see that look in her eyes.

“She’ll be alright.” he said, reassuring her.

She took a deep sigh, “Of course she will,” She grabbed his hand. “She has us.”

[mymoodwriting]

Disconnected

Omega!Reader x Werewolf!NCT

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Manipulation, Medication, Physical Violence, Yelling, Minor-Self Harm, Blood, Magic

Words: 3.8K

Chapter Six

(Prev//Next) (@peanutpinet @starillusion13)

Prompt: By removing the weakest link, werewolves were able to grow far more powerful than anyone could ever imagine. They lived in peace knowing they were top of the food chain. That is until a certain pack made an unbelievable discovery, causing them to question their past, present, and future. Omegas aren’t supposed to exist anymore, but they couldn’t deny the fact they had found one.

“Hm… where am I…?”

As you regained consciousness your senses started coming back to you. The room you were in was unfamiliar, but then your eyes landed on the body at your side. You screamed and fell off the bed. Memories started coming back to you and you reached up to your shoulder, feeling the bite mark that lingered. 

“… you’re awake…” Yuta peeked his sleepy head over the side of the bed. “Are you okay?”

For a moment you were still in shock, but as everything began to settle in you grew upset. You started screaming at Yuta, which certainly woke him up.

“What is wrong with you!? How could you just bite me!”

You managed to get on your feet and Yuta also sat up. He was clearly still out of it, but trying to figure out how to respond.

“I… I’m sorry… I just didn’t… didn’t want to lose you and…”

“That wasn’t something you get to decide! You fucken bit me! It hurts!!!”

All the screaming had drawn attention, and next thing you knew the door opened and some of the others came in, asking what was going on. You weren’t gonna stick around to provide answers. You saw an opening and you were in good condition, so you decided to run. You quickly shifted and slipped past everyone out the door. There was no time to second guess so you kept moving until you found an exit. You found yourself surrounded by trees, which could provide you with good cover. Although you suddenly came to a stop as you hit something and tumbled back.

You swiftly rolled and got back on your feet, looking around to see what happened but there was nothing in your way. You tried to run again only to hit a wall, literally. You moved cautiously and soon realized there was an invisible wall before you. Just as you were about to try and find some sort of work around you heard the others step outside. They were slowly surrounding you, forcing your back against the wall. You stood your ground and growled back at them, wanting a reason to fight. They obviously didn’t want that, and had to be careful in their movements. The last thing they wanted to do was hurt you.

“Listen, Taeyong put up a barrier around the house.” Kun explained. “You can’t leave, and the witches can’t track you either, or any of us for that matter.”

You knew that was true, you’d seen barriers get put up before, and understood the magic behind it. The only person who could remove them would be the spell caster, or someone with powerful magic. You shifted back to your human form, but remained ready to attack.

“Where’s Taeyong?”

“He’s resting. I’m sure you know casting such a spell can be very draining on someone who’s not a witch.”

“Take me to him.”

“Y/n, he-”

“Now!”

You weren’t asking, you were demanding, and that was clear to all of them. Kun agreed, so he along with Yuta and Doyoung escorted you back into the house. They took you to one of the rooms upstairs, knocking at the door and being allowed in when Johnny permitted them entry. When you walked in you were a bit taken aback. Taeyong was lying in bed, and he looked quite ill. He was missing a bit of color, and his breathing seemed labored as well. For a moment you felt bad, but then you remembered your own situation. Taeyong appeared to be sleeping but that wasn’t going to stop you. While everyone was distracted you went over and slammed your fist down on Taeyong’s chest, jolting him awake. The others quickly acted and pulled you back. You fought them off as you yelled out your grievances.

“You’re no better than your ancestors! This stupid obsession with omegas turns to hatred, and then senseless slaughter! Why don’t you just kill me now and be done with it! You’re no different than the monsters who murdered their own kind!!!”

You got yourself free and stormed out of the room, not giving Taeyong a chance to speak. You made your way back outside and shifted to your wolf form, walking along the barrier’s edge. There was no way out, and you already knew that. You weren’t going to give them any sort of attention, so you found a spot outside and curled up. Since you were their prisoner you’d act like one and just keep quiet and away from them. Maybe you could think of something and get out of here sooner rather than later.

♥♥♥♥♥

Taeyong was certainly startled by the way he was woken up. His whole body ached, but he still cared more for you. He could tell you were upset by the way your voice cracked, and the tears that stung your eyes. He was fortunate you had stormed out after yelling since he had no way of responding to you. Kun looked him over once more, making sure he was still healing. The others apologized for bringing you over as they didn’t know you’d do that. In the end he was fine, so he didn’t care. If anything he was glad to know you were awake and on your feet.

“What do we do next?” Doyoung asked. “We’re all here but…”

“How is she, Yuta?” Taeyong asked. “Since you’re bonded.”

“She’s hurting, and scared, and depressed. We took her from her home, her actual home, so she’s certainly not happy with any of us.”

“I know… but she’s still a member of our pack, and we’ll treat her as such. So no one better mention her attacking me, I already forgave her for it.”

“She’s sulking outside right now.” Johnny added. “Are we just going to leave her there?”

“She’ll come around, just give her time.”

That message was relayed to everyone, so all they could do was look after you. They watched you from inside the house, making sure you were still there, although you couldn’t really leave. Someone would go out and leave you food and water, but you barely touched anything. You remained as a wolf curled up out there all day and all night. Yuta was the one constantly staring out the window. He could feel your pain, and wanted nothing more than to soothe it, but he knew he was the last person you wanted around. The best he could do was watch over you from a distance and make sure nothing happened to you.

The thing was that you could feel Yuta’s stare, and his heart. On occasion you’d see him watching you, but you ignored it and kept your gaze out into the forest you couldn’t reach. Still, you knew he was hurting for you. He wanted to take care of you and make everything okay and those emotions of his were a bit overwhelming. A few times you felt the tears, but you forced them away. He forced this bond on you, and you weren’t just going to give into it, to him, to all of them, cause he felt bad.

The guys also had to keep an eye on Yuta since he wasn’t eating much either. He was like your guardian angel, and through the bond they knew he was more or less on the same level with you. For the most part things were fine during the day, but at night was when they got worried. The weather outside was decent, but once the sun went down it did tend to get cold. Since you remained a wolf you had your fur to keep you warm, but it wasn’t enough for Yuta. This particular night seemed cold, and he could tell you were shivering out there. He didn’t tell anyone what he was doing and merely went outside, shifting into a wolf himself. He knew getting you inside was highly unlikely, so he could do the next best thing. You were already asleep, so he just curled up close to you, hoping to keep you warm through the night.

♥♥♥♥♥

You whined as you began to wake up, feeling warm. It wasn’t entirely new to you to be sleeping outside. You did so back with the coven, but that was usually for naps in the sun. It was cold at night, but it wasn’t too bad. You had gotten used to it, but this time around you slept rather well. As you got up you realized you weren’t alone. You jumped up and moved away, growling at the wolf at your side. They quickly shifted, and you should have known who it was right away.

“I’m sorry. I just hate seeing you alone out here, especially at night.”

You could tell Yuta meant what he said, but you didn’t want to focus on that. You shifted as well and met his gaze, staring him down.

“The bite mark doesn’t mean anything!”

“That’s a lie!”

Two wolves sleeping outside would have been noticed in the morning, and seeing a fight break out prompted others to interfere. Xiaojun was the first one out, and he had overheard your conversation.

“When we first brought you here you were sick with a fever for days. You didn’t get any better at all until Yuta stayed by your side. The bite took, you’re bonded, and even if you want to fight it and deny it, it’s real, and you’re part of our pack because of it too.”

“You’re just talking nonsense.”

“Believe what you want, but it’s about time you come inside. You’re gonna wind up seriously sick if you keep staying out here and skipping meals.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” Yuta stated. “I can tell you basically have a cold, and I’ve had enough of you pouting. You’re coming inside.”

You didn’t really get to protest as Yuta grabbed your arm and dragged you inside the house. You probably could have fought him off and held your ground, but you were already feeling a bit sick, so you let him take you inside. He took you to the kitchen and had you sit at the table while he got you some meds. You didn’t object and took them with water.

“Good girl.” Yuta pet your head. “How about you rest in an actual bed this time.”

“Whatever.”

“Come on then.”

Yuta took your hand and led you to one of the rooms upstairs. It wasn’t the one you had woken up in before, but it was clean with fresh sheets. You didn’t say anything but Yuta left you alone to rest. You thought about getting into the bed, but you had been sleeping on the cold floor for a few days, so a soft mattress wasn’t going to be comfortable. Instead you grabbed the blanket off the bed and laid it on the floor. You shifted and curled up, glad to sleep on something comfortable. Without realizing it you had fallen asleep, only to wake when you heard a knock at the door. Yuta poked his head in, smiling when he saw you curled up on the ground.

“You need to eat.”

You had barely lifted your head when Yuta came inside. He sat down next to you and set down a tray with food. He grabbed the utensils and held them out to you, wanting to feed you, but that was a step too far. You shifted back and moved away.

“I’m not some child, and just cause I’m in the house it doesn’t mean we’re on good terms.”

You felt the sting your words caused Yuta, feeling a bit bad for being so cruel, but you weren’t exactly in a state to apologize. Yuta’s smile dropped and he put down the utensils.

“Uh, the guys made dinner, and I figured you’d be hungry… also best not to have meds on an empty stomach.”

“Right… thanks…”

You pulled the tray closer to you and ate. You weren’t that hungry, but you ate a good amount so Yuta wouldn’t be disappointed. He did his best to hide his smile from you, but you could feel it.

“I’m gonna wash up then come back to bed.”

“Come back? Is this your room?”

“Yes.”

“Oh… why-”

“I didn’t want you to sleep alone anymore. I’m also not gonna let you sneak off outside again.”

“Okay…”

“I’ll be quiet when I get back, so you can sleep.”

Yuta retreated with the food tray, leaving you alone once more. His scent lingered, and you realized you picked up on it rather easily. You could feel his happiness, but you didn’t want to let it consume you. It was easy to fall back asleep on a full stomach with a warm bed, and you didn’t know when Yuta had returned at all. When you did wake up the sunlight was peeking in through the blinds. It was nice to wake up in comfort, and you quickly realized why. Yuta was curled up next to you in his wolf form, fast asleep. You didn’t freak out this time, instead feeling a bit of joy, and finding him rather cute. You gently leaned over and nuzzled his side.

Seeing Yuta like this made you happy, but then you realized why. In this moment he reminded you of your friends, of Jun and Seokmin, and the countless times you have laid down to rest together. Tears began to blur your vision, and you began to cry softly. That’s what wound up waking Yuta, and he quickly shifted back. He knew you were hurting, but he wasn’t sure why at the moment. So for now he pulled you close and pet you softly, telling you everything was going to be okay. You don’t know for how long you cried, but eventually the tears dried up.

“Are you up for breakfast?”

You didn’t answer, but Yuta knew what your response was anyway. He had no problem carrying you down to the breakfast table. You didn’t have to shift, but you didn’t want to stay as a wolf on the floor. You took a seat next to Yuta and let him serve you. The others were happy to see you at the table, but you weren’t up for conversation. You quietly ate and let them talk among themselves when you suddenly felt a hand on your head. You looked back to see Taeyong smiling down at you.

“I’m glad to see you here with us.”

“… you’re looking better…”

“I feel better, but I’m not back to my old self just yet. What about you? I heard you were on the brink of catching a cold.”

“I’m fine…”

“That’s good to hear.”

Now that you were back in the house, you couldn’t just storm off again and pout. You hadn’t really come up with anything while you were out there either. Taeyong had done the spell, and you weren’t sure if he’d take it down, even if you behaved. Even if you were to try some sort of counterspell, you didn’t have the power for that. Seungcheol hadn’t really taught you magic, so you were on your own. Even if everyone in the house was nice, you still missed home. They were surely looking for you, and you had no idea how they’d take the news of your kidnapping. The whole situation was ridiculous, and you didn’t want anyone getting hurt because of it.

Things in the house began to feel like deja vu. You’d play games with the other boys, or lounge around and watch TV. It felt like before, when you thought you had no home to return to. This place was like home, and you felt that truth from Yuta. His joy was so contagious it was hard not to smile and go along with everyone. You did things with them you hadn’t done before with your friends, and many of the time the boys told you it was normal for packs to do that. Even though you didn’t talk much with them, that didn’t deter them from engaging with you. The only downside was that you couldn’t run around freely, none of you could.

“And… start!”

Some of the funner things to do was mess around with each other, so a game of tug of war was in order. You were on a team with Ten, Xiaojun, Hendery and YangYang, while you were competing against Jeno, Mark, Renjun, Chenle, and Jisung. Your team won by a hair and you collapsed on top of Hendery.

“Good job.”

“Oh please, you guys did all the work.”

“You’re strong too, don’t forget that.”

“I want a rematch!” Jisung pounced on top of you. “And you’re gonna be on my team this time.”

“No, we already called dibs.” YangYang countered. “You can get some of the other hyungs to play, but y/n stays with us.”

There was laughter and smiles all around. Everyone just seemed so close to each other, and you did want to be close to them. Yuta had been inside working on lunch, but you could tell he had been peeking over. Your joy would be felt by him, and he’d feel happy because of it, and you’d feel that too, so it all just looped around. You liked things this way, but you missed home as well. More than anything now you wanted to figure out a way to make all of this work, to keep both sides with you, but you weren’t sure that was possible. You didn’t think about it often, but fear lingered in the back of your mind. 

Magic wasn’t protecting you, which meant you could go into heat. You’d be vulnerable to all of them, and when it got down to instincts you feared getting hurt. Growing up you had been told about werewolf history, what they did and why, so even if you were seeing the best of them with your own eyes, it didn’t change what you had been taught. If things could stay this way perhaps you’d want them to, but you couldn’t stay in this delusion for so long. You needed to talk to Taeyong and the others, properly talk about everything. Just pretending wasn’t good for you, or for anyone.

“What exactly was your plan with bringing me here?”

Taeyong had agreed to your request to talk, and he understood the subject matter you wanted to talk about. This wasn’t to be a private discussion since some of the others didn’t have answers either.

“We needed more time.” Ten began. “The witches were going to send us home and wipe our memories, your memories too, so things could go back to the way they were.”

“They were gonna make me forget you?”

“We were gonna forget everything about each other. That seemed extreme, and Suho was considering it. That’s why we had to run somewhere else, and to bring you along.”

“It’s been days now, you know they’re looking for me, and I doubt they’re gonna be happy.”

“We know.” Jaehyun added. “Although we’re not so sure what our options are. Your coven is after us, and I’m certain our pack is as well. So hiding is our best bet.”

“You can’t hide forever.”

“Are you gonna leave us?” Sungchan asked.

“I… I don’t want to, but I do miss my home too.”

“You still have a choice here.” Taeyong stated.

“Well, you kinda messed with that.” Your hand instinctively reached up to your bite mark, eyes looking at Yuta. “I don’t know if I could do anything to help.”

“Can’t we just stay like this?” Haechan wondered. “We have everything we need here, and each other.”

“The magic I used isn’t that strong.” Taeyong reminded. “I’m honestly surprised we’ve lasted this long. I am still sorry about what happened, y/n. Despite your wishes we all feel this need to keep you close and protect you. Although I’m scared things could go bad at any moment.”

“I know what you mean… I can feel how much you care, all of you, through Yuta, but the peace within a pack like this didn’t last the test of time.”

“Perhaps we should speak with the elders again.” Sicheng suggested. “With y/n present this time. If she’s meant to be an equal in our pack, she should be able to speak for herself and her choices.”

“The problem is will the elders listen to us again.” Kun said. “You guys didn’t do so well the first time.”

“Why not ask for help?” Jaemin mentioned. “There’s gotta be someone powerful who’d be willing to help us.”

“Help us with what?” Jungwoo wondered. “To hide us?”

“It was magic that took omegas away from us, can’t magic fix it?”

“It would require powerful magic.” Jeno admitted. “The witches also said it wouldn’t just work for us. Omegas in general would return to packs, and not everyone might be on board with that.”

“We don’t know that.” Renjun added. “What if we just told everyone about this…”

“You’re suggesting a possible war.” Doyoung countered. “We’ve had peace with witches for generations, to reveal the existence of omegas… how do we know the majority won’t just slaughter them all for good this time?”

“Cause we don’t want her dead, we want her here with us, surely others do too.”

“What you’re suggesting is risky. Not to mention all the other omegas don’t even know what they really are.”

“We do need to start considering some actual options.” Johnny stated. “The witches are bound to find us soon.”

“Maybe they’re not looking for us.” Shotaro mentioned. “They know we’re serious about keeping y/n in our pack.”

“You forget who my master is.” You added. “And the coven probably isn’t happy with what we did either…”

“Let’s take a moment and regroup tomorrow.” Taeyong suggested. “We all need some time to think.”

No one argued with that. The situation affected everyone, so it was best to think things through before making any kind of decision as a pack. Yuta was certainly worried about losing you, but it was your turn to assure him things would work out. It was a little difficult to sleep, but Yuta managed, for a while at least. He jolted awake in the middle of the night, figuring it was nerves and stress, but he quickly noticed you weren’t with him. He thought you might have gotten up to get some water, but something felt off. He quietly stepped out into the hall, calling your name, but he got no response. Yuta went down to the kitchen, but he didn’t find you there either. Although he did pick up on your scent. He wound up following that out the door, and then he caught a whiff of something else, blood.

“Y/N!”

Yuta frantically looked around for you, and when he saw you sitting down on the floor he rushed over. He grabbed your shoulders, wondering what was wrong, but he didn’t need to ask. Your claws were out and there was blood everywhere. Strange symbols were drawn on the ground with your blood, and your eyes were completely black.

“… y/n…”

“You’re so dead for this.”

[junjiie]

해찬  ##  🗯️ ⠀ &THEAFTERPARTY..

twenty live-in-able. ⠀ wc 2.2k. ⠀ warnings none.

waking up every morning with a crick in his neck and cramps in his legs was, admittedly, getting a little old. no matter the amount of protests from quite literally everyone who’d ever sat on it (though not many had since donghyuck had made it his temporary bed), mark continuously flat-out refused to buy a new sofa, defending it again and again with excuses such as ‘my brother bought it for me,’ and ‘i’ve made so many memories with it!’

(the last statement, when desperately exclaimed to their group of friends, was met with a majority of disgusted looks, renjun going as far as to stand up and move to one of the spinny chairs by his kitchen island instead. mark then immediately began trying to save himself—’not those kinds of memories! i meant, like, normal ones! but still good!’—but the damage had been done, and no one had believed a word he’d said).

this morning was no different, and hyuck groaned in pain when he flung a leg out from underneath his flimsy blanket and it clicked in about three different places. sunlight was pouring in through mark’s living room windows, and despite all the aches and pains twinging throughout his body, haechan felt strangely good as he heaved himself into a sitting position and ran a hand through his hair. he felt.. energised. ready to do things. to be productive. 

ready to do things, he repeated in his head, with a nod to go with it. or so he thought.

“like, ‘ready-to-move-out’ do things, or..?”

mark’s voice sounded from behind him, shortly followed by the click of him turning his coffee machine on, and hyuck whipped around with a scowl to meet the grinning face of his best friend.

“fuck off, i will eventually! your sofa’s pissing me off, i’m gonna end up with scoliosis at twenty-four. it’s just—i don’t know, i don’t actually think there’s anywhere for me to move to. injunnie keeps sending me listings, but all the rent prices are crazy.”

he flopped back down onto the uncomfortable cushions, intending to wallow in self pity, but the sudden scalding warmth of a mug being placed on his stomach made him jolt back upwards to ensure he didn’t drop it, unsure of whether to level mark with another glare or a look of thanks. he settled for what he hoped was an adequate mix of both, and mark snickered before his face softened into something sympathetic.

“you know i’d let you crash here permanently if i could, but this place is small as fuck even with just me.” his brow furrowed after he took a sip of his own coffee, setting it on the little table beside his (or rather, hyuck’s temporary) sofa before listing off all of the options he could think of on his fingers as they came to him.

“renjun’s shacked up with that yangyang guy who works at kun’s, jake dorms, jiung.. what is jiung doing? last i heard he was trying to sublet. maybe you could get him to kick the other guy out?”

donghyuck shuddered at the thought, shaking his head vehemently. “yeah, but then jiungie would be, like.. my pseudo-landlord. no thanks.”

they both shared a laugh at that, and then mark was straight back to the drawing board. “if not that, then i don’t think i know anyone with a spare room. unless you wanna try and hit up jaem—”

“no. god, no. i’d rather die.”

mark cracked up again at that, creasing over so far he almost knocked his mug over from where he’d picked it back up, prompting haechan to take it right back out of his hands. it took a few moments for him to recover, and once he had his eyebrows scrunched even more while he tried to think of a solution to donghyuck’s problem while said donghyuck abandoned his own coffee to the table and returned to his self-pity. 

his wallowing again didn’t last long, but this time it was due to the shock that came after mark’s sudden yell, the sound so loud it echoed around the walls of his small apartment.

“mark, what the fu—”

“you could stay with yn! i heard him complaining to jeno about how everyone in the friend group, like, takes turns crashing on the tiny sofa bed he has in the ‘even tinier spare room, that i don’t even think is supposed to function as a room’—his words, not mine.”

at the mere mention of your name, about a million different (made up) scenarios rushed into his head all at once, a mix of memory and fantasy. breakfast in the morning, knocking knees entirely on purpose under the table. clothes half on and hair sticking up in every which direction, music from a playlist shared faintly humming through the room. even if it was all ripped from his imagination, and all he’d probably get in reality is a rude awakening from keeho telling him to pack his things and find the nearest youth hostel, it still sounded.. ideal.

which. it shouldn’t have. not in any way, shape, or form. the mornings with you he’d just dreamed up had all sounded—well. romantic, in a way. and that was a can of worms he didn’t want to open with a half-finished coffee that was going colder by the minute, and mark lee right next to him (because while he loved him, really, the canadian couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. he never meant to spill, but once he got rambling it was hard to tell where he was going to end up). it wasn’t like donghyuck had intended to start possibly-maybe smile a little more whenever he was with you, to hope you were scheduled for the same shift so he could see you, talk to you, trade mock insults and mess around when it was running a little quieter than normal. to spend more and more time with you, as much as he could get away with.

it had just happened, snuck up on him and caught him completely unawares, and it was (more than) a little embarrassing. how would he even explain it to you, if he ever? hey, i know we were supposed to be sleeping together with no strings attached before i ditched everyone—you included—for a year, but now i’m back and we’ve made up, and i think i like you, haha. isn't that so crazy? you’d probably give him a black eye. two black eyes.

“hyuck! dude, stop daydreaming, we need to get real.”

mark’s shout snapped him out of his momentary daze, and he felt the tips of his ears burn red at being caught out, flopping backwards onto the sofa cushions again after placing his lukewarm coffee back on the table for the second time to avoid it being noticed.

“how? i can’t just—walk up to him and ask to live with him, mark. that’s weird as fuck.”

the way the canadian looked genuinely confused at his answer was almost painful.

“why not?”

and that question alone was how donghyuck ended up standing outside the coffee shop at eleven pm on the dot that night, trying with all his might to resist how mark was attempting to push him through the doors. he wasn’t scheduled for tonight, but you were, and that was the sole reason he was dragged here. to ‘just go and ask, man, he’ll totes say yes,’ and then brace himself for whatever heavy object soobin would most likely throw at him afterwards.

“oh my god, get off me, i’m actually going to push you into the road,” he huffed, shaking mark’s grabby hands from their vice grip on his shoulders and shooting him a glare, to which mark just grinned. “fine, i’ll ask! but if he tells me to fuck off, i’m blaming you.”

mark shrugged in response, looking completely unbothered. “do what you want, yn won’t do anything. he likes me.”

he opened his mouth to retort, but let it fall closed again when he (begrudgingly) realised that that was, in fact, true. hyuck flipped his smirking temporary-roommate off and turned on his heel, trying to keep his head high and dignity intact even if he could clearly hear mark’s snickering behind him. the door opened easily, bell chiming to announce his arrival, and then slowly swung shut behind him.

what then followed was a few moments of awkward eye contact with shota, who had straightened up from where he was clearing a table and simply stared at him, right into his soul. hyuck cleared his throat and mustered up a small wave before making a dash to the counter, where you were stood behind fiddling with one of the machines. soobin gave him a look from his place at the register when he knocked on the wooden surface of the countertop to catch your attention, but he tried his best to block him out for the time being.

you turned around at the noise, and a smile spread over your face when you saw who had made it. “hyuckie, hey. what’s up?”

he was a little ashamed to admit that he froze up on the spot, fingers tapping nervously on the wood while he tried to figure out a way to just come out with it. can i stay on your shitty sofa bed? please? mark’s sofa sucks. i had unrealistic romantic fantasies about us this morning. i promise i don’t snore. 

instead, he floundered for a few seconds more before finally blurting out something along the lines of “do you know anyone with a spare room,” half mumbled and almost unintelligible. he felt both his cheeks flaming and soobin’s eyes burning into the side of his head after he’d said it, wishing he was far, far away. maybe he could put up with the cricks in his neck and the cramps in his legs.

your eyebrow quirked in question, coming closer to the counter and leaning on it with an elbow. “a spare room? i mean—i do, kinda. it’s pretty small, but still.. live-in-able, i guess. why? who’s asking?”

“um.” he cleared his throat and balled his hands up into fists at his sides, eyes focusing on a spot just past your head so he didn’t have to make eye contact when he said: “..me?”

there was a resounding silence throughout the whole room, and distantly he heard soobin shut the register with a distinct snap. he was expecting something to be chucked straight at him in the next few moments, but instead—laughter. your laughter, in fact. when he finally turned his gaze to you, you were creased over with mirth, arms wrapped around your sides. it took a couple seconds for you to fully recover, and even when you had you were still a little short of breath, the occasional giggle slipping out as you spoke.

“why’d you look so scared? i’m not gonna kill you, hyuckie. if you need a place to crash then my spare room’s all yours, as long as you chip in a little.” the grin was back, corners of your mouth turned upwards, but it started to look a bit more like a smirk as you carried on. “and i’m not paying for a new mattress, either. that’s all on you, i’m afraid.”

donghyuck practically deflated with relief, sharing your smile now that the worry was off of his back. “i’m not an idiot, ynnie, i wasn’t expecting you to let me crash for free. but—thanks. a lot. mark’s sofa was starting to kill me a little, i think. when should i..” he trailed off, unsure of how to finish his sentence and hoping you got the message. it took a second, but when you reached the conclusion he was going for you straightened up and clicked your fingers while you gave the answer.

“oh! i can come and get you from mark’s after i get off work, if you want. i’ll even help you carry your stuff—and maybe buy you dinner, if you’re nice.” you finished your sentence with a wink, and hyuck tried not to do something incredibly embarrassing, like squeal like a little girl.

“i’ll be the best,” was what he managed to promise instead, mentally patting himself on the back for keeping it together. now that plans were made, you both bid your goodbyes to one another, and donghyuck turned around to leave again—steadily ignoring how soobin was still giving him the evil eye. the bell on the door announced his departure, and he turned to grant you a quick wave before he was back outside and face-to-face with where mark was leaning against the wall on his phone.

“so?” there was a grin on his face like he already knew what the answer was going to be. “what’d he say?”

“he said yes,” hyuck mumbled, letting the older canadian immediately throw himself at him in a celebratory hug and then start to drag him down the street, endless strings of words tumbling out of his mouth about moving out and farewell drinks and far too many other things he couldn’t keep track of. he was focusing harder on keeping the colour from rushing to his cheeks, from keeping his head from spinning too out of control. 

how the hell he was going to get through living with you unscathed, he’d never know. he supposed all he could do was cross his fingers and hope he didn’t embarrass himself too much.

which, if he was being honest, was already looking unlikely. it was going to be a long night.

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[prettygreenpills]

hi! is it possible to request a smutty larissa fic that includes somno, shapeshifting, overstimulation, breeding kink, and whatever suits your creative style, and sorry if it this is or isnt super specific :)

Wake up honey - Larissa Weems

warnings: somnophilia!, shapeshifting, overstimulation, breeding kink, soft!dom Larissa, Larissa x fem!reader, shy reader, shy Larissa, etc.

Guys, this is my first time writing somno. I’ve read some of it, but sorry if this isn’t how you imagined it-

“Mhm- Issa-“ you moaned out, arching in your back as Larissa slid inside of you with her whole length.

“Fuck-“ Larissa moaned and she had her eyes closed. You took her by her arms which she was leaning on and you were too sleepy to open your eyes. The feeling of Larissa inside of you was something what you would accept every single time she would offer it to you. Taking a sharp breath, something made you open your eyes. It was Larissa’s hand on your throat.

“I-Issa-“ you moaned loudly and opened your legs for her even more. Larissa pushed her hips lower and went deeper inside of you, making you grab the sheets. “Oh fuck- please-“

Larissa started rhythmically moving her hips. You were just laying there since you were so sleepy. Turning around onto your stomach, you brought your knee to your breast from the side, with Larissa still inside of you.

“Fuck darling,” she breathed out and you closed your eyes. Feeling her hands on your bum, you pushed it up a little, what made Larissa groan.

She was pounding into you and you were moaning onto your pillow. Biting on the sheets, your eyes rolled back into your scalp and you were too numb to move.

Larissa took your hands and put them behind your lower back. She was holding them there with one of her hands, with the other one, she was stroking your ass.

“Oh Larissa- oh!” You whined out when she became faster. You were a mess. Your hair falling into your face, your breathing so fast, the covers under you moving.

Larissa wasn’t talking anymore, or you couldn’t hear her. She was moving her hips and her hand wandered down between your legs, from the front. Her delicate fingers sat on your needy clit which was literally begging for her attention and when she laid her fingers on your clit, a jolt of pleasure hit your whole body.

“Fuck-“ you breathed out and moved your butt up. Or Larissa did. She was sliding inside of you and out of you in the right rhythm and your mouth fell open. You didn’t say anything, not a single word.

Larissa was fucking you into the bed. Rhythmically, deep and fast. You were clenching around her tightly, feeling a little ball of nerves creating in your stomach. It tickled, made you feel butterflies and sending ants to your feet.

When you felt yourself doing something like clenching around her hardly, you opened your mouth. Your eyes were closed and you didn’t even need to open them to see what was happening.

“Cum baby. Cum for me,” you heard Larissa and you whined. You were so close, so so close to your orgasm and you didn’t want to hold it back. And Larissa knew that as well. She kept fucking you and she wanted you to reach your own orgasm just as much as you wanted to.

“Issa- oh fuck!” You moaned loudly and rested your muscles. Your body fell into the bed.

“Come on baby- again-“ Larissa breathed out and you whined loudly. You didn’t have to do anything, you weren’t even doing anything, Larissa was the one who took care of you. She was holding you just like she needed and she was pounding deep into you.

“Larissa- fuck- please-“ you moaned out loudly and squeezed your eyes shut. Her huge cock was brushing your walls and it felt so good even if it was wrong. You didn’t stop her, you couldn’t stop her. Larissa became rough and wild, there was no point in telling her.

“Yes baby! Yes- fuck you look so cute- oh my god, you’re doing so well for me-“ Larissa was moaning and you just swallowed hardly. It felt weird. Your throat was dry and it was uncomfortable to swallow. Trying not to focus on it, you went back to the woman which was behind you and her cock.

“La-rissa-“ your moan got cut in half. The blonde shapeshifter kept making herself and you feel good.

“Just a little more baby, just a little more. I-I need to cum-“ you heard her moans and the end of her sentence was like from far away. “Fuck baby- fuck-“

Leaving you in confusion, you weren’t sure about what was happening or if it was just a dream. Starting to feel your body, you were surprised when you felt her inside of you. Thinking that your mind was only messing with you, you tried to not think about it at all and when Larissa burried her nails into your soft skin, you knew that it was happening in real life.

“Fuck baby!”

“Larissa!” You screamed and your eyes shot open. You were so confused at what was happening and you didn’t know where were you, when you felt something inside of you, your eyes grew wide and you were breathing through your orgasm which was really happening.

“Oh god-” Larissa groaned and she pushed her hips against yours. When she stopped, you clenched around her so tightly and you fell into the covers, sleepier than ever.

Larissa slid out of you and she laid next to you. Brushing your back, she smiled tiredly and when you looked at her, you were confused.

“What happened?”

“I am sorry darling. I couldn’t help, you are so cute when you sleep…”

“Did you- did you fuck me while I was sleeping?” You asked with a smirk on your lips and Larissa went red in her face.

“I-“

“You’re so cute when you’re needy,” you laughed softly and brushed Larissa’s cheek. Larissa smiled shyly and moved against your hand.

“I couldn’t help.”

“Yeah I figured,” you chuckled and looked down onto the covers. “Oh god-“

“You enjoyed it too love.”

“Yeah. Pretty much.”

[windfighter]

Looking out the window

Prompt: ”Get some rest.” | Insomnia

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Kouichi stared through the window. Sat on the windowsill and watched as the night slowly passed by outside. The clock ticked on the wall, a comforting presence in the otherwise quiet night. He was used to the sounds of the city, unable to fall asleep when the quiet got too loud.

And at his brother’s house, the silence was loud. A big house, with a big yard, in the outskirts of the city. All three of them early to bed and early to rise. Even Wolf, Kouji’s dog, spent the night sleeping instead of howling at the moon or barking at random people passing by the front door. Kouichi kind of missed the loud chihuahua in the apartment below his.

He yawned, but knew there was no idea trying to sleep. He had already spent three hours on his back, trying to relax, trying to let sleep lure him away. The mattress was so much softer than he was used to, the sounds different, the ceiling was different. He glanced at Kouji, who was sleeping peacefully. Rolled up on his side, face pressed against the wall. No sounds left him, not even his breathing could be heard in the quiet night. Even Kouji’s stillness was unnerving.

Tomoko was never still in her sleep. She’d talk, change positions, snore. Sometimes it woke Kouichi up, but he enjoyed it. It meant his mother was there. That he was still there. Kouichi took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The beeps of machines echoed in his memories. A sudden jolt through his body. Sounds dying out along with his breaths.

He let out a breath he didn’t remember holding. The sky was getting brighter and Kouichi rested his forehead against the cool glass. Listened as birds started singing outside. Kouji stretched in the bed.

”mmmMH!”

Kouichi turned his head, watched Kouji as he sat up, yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Kouichi yawned as well.

”Morning”, Kouji said.

He sounded so chipper. Awake. Kouichi smiled.

”Morning.”

His own voice sounded heavy, laced with tiredness. Like he hadn’t slept a full night for weeks. He hadn’t, but that was beside the point. Kouji tilted his head, his eyes narrowed and he watch Kouichi like a hawk.

”Did you get any sleep?”

”Yeah”, Kouichi hoped Kouji couldn’t tell he was lying. ”I literally just woke up. Sunrise is pretty out here, we can’t really see it in the city.”

”Hm.”

Kouji’s eyes narrowed further, but he stood up, walked over to the window and looked outside. The sky was pink, soft feather-like clouds spread across the sky. Kouji smiled.

”I never really take time to appreciate it”, he said. ”It sure is… pink?”

Kouichi snorted and gave Kouji a shove with his foot. Kouji laughed and stretched again.

”I need to take Wolf for a walk, do you want to come along?”

Kouichi lifted a hand to his mouth, yawned. Tears gathered in his eyes and he blinked, dried them off. Nodded and slid off the windowsill. Kouji crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head.

”Get some rest, ’niisan. I can tell you haven’t slept.”

Kouichi’s shoulders fell. He needed to get better at lying. He yawned again. Kousei and Satomi started moving in the other bedroom and sounds started filling the room left by the silence of the night. Maybe he could get a little sleep now, when the stillness didn’t weigh as heavy over him. He pulled a hand over his face.

”...fine. But only because I know you’d tie me to the bed otherwise.”

Kouji snorted and started changing out of his pyjamas. Kouichi crawled down into the guestbed again, listened as Kouji got ready, the birds sang and Satomi and Kousei went downstairs and got started on their daily routines. Wolf barked at something in the yard. Kouichi closed his eyes. Sleep came almost instantly and the world faded from his consciousness.

[rynwrites]

Set 6

as promised, the double upload for today :] hope yall enjoy!

Finn was bone-tired. They had spent the rest of the day in the medical wing, but no one would leave them alone. After they had written what happened with the Red, they just wanted to sleep, but Dr. Markus bombarded them with questions on the way to the medical wing, then the nurses were freaking out when they heard what happened and they had to get every scan imaginable, and once they were put in a room, Dr. Markus had come back with even more questions. “So, about these chains--”

“Can I PLEASE get some rest!?” Finn exclaimed in exasperation. “I literally just got done gaining new physical and mental traumas, and I would love to help you, but I have reached my breaking point for today.” They reached for the call button, indicating they would not hesitate to get backup to make her leave. Dr. Markus’ face dropped, and she sulked out of Finn’s hospital room without another word. 

Finn sighed, then closed their eyes to go to sleep. It didn’t take long before they were staring at their Realm, breathing in its air. They knew the Red might be mad, so they wanted to see if they could find whoever it was that looked like them.

Are you here? They called out. Can I talk to you? 

Finn saw their surroundings turn dark, and they turned around to face their Mirror. They saw their younger self reflected. 

Uh, hi.

Hello, Finn. I’m glad you came to talk to me. I’m sorry that I haven’t been around as much. 

Do you know why I can’t enter my Realm besides when I’m dreaming?

I do. 

Can you tell me?

I cannot. It would break my side of the deal.

Ah. I see. Finn sat down, and the person on the other side of the Mirror did the same. …how do we fix this? There has to be a way to get rid of the Red, right? 

That I can tell you. There’s no way to kill it or make it fully disappear, but if you bring it to the Realm, I can reason with it. I still don’t know everything about it, but I’ve been learning about it while I’ve been stuck here.

That’s another question I have. Are you… me?

…Yes and no. They both readjusted how they were sitting. I am the “you” that encountered the Red, but we are not one and the same. I am frozen in time, while you and the others progress through it at different rates.

The others? Is that who I’ve been dreaming about? Are there more of us?

The ground shook, and the Mirror began to splinter. The two stood.

You need to go now. It’s coming. Finn nodded. One last thing. You can call me “Remnant.” If you need me, just call out, ok? They said this with a look in their eye that told Finn their words held a hidden meaning. Ok.

Finn woke with a painful jolt. They were still in the hospital wing. No one else was around, and the clock on the wall said it was 2 in the morning.

Have a nice nap, your Majesty?

Hey there. I thought you wanted to be left alone.

I did. You woke me up when you were dreaming. Miss me?

Not really, but welcome back anyway.

It seemed to pause. The slightest notion that it was welcome in their mind seemed to confuse it. The Red mumbled something and disappeared back into Finn’s mind. 

Finn just laid there, trying to make sense of how their little self, Remnant, existed. Were there different versions of them? How many? Why were their dreams connected? They sighed and tried to sleep some more, but they just tossed and turned until they gave up. Sighing, they sat up and got out of bed to get water. As they walked over to the faucet, the weight of the chains made them stumble. Finn remembered very clearly the face-to-face encounter with the being that plagued them. They scoured the details of that memory, trying to make sense of any of it. They filled a small paper cup with water and drank it slowly, refilled it, and drank again. They returned to their bed, still pondering over the memory of the Red. Suddenly, they remembered the cracks. They had asked the Red a genuine question, and a crack appeared. They looked at their wrists, willing themself to see the chains. The room darkened slightly, and the faint outline of the crimson chains became visible. The small blue cracks were still there as well. Finn reached out a hand and touched the closest one. When they touched it, their mind flashed back to the hospital incident, when they had commanded the Red to leave. In this memory, though, they watched from a third-person view. Finn saw their eyes flash blue as they forced the Red to let them control their body again. They pulled their hand away from the crack in the chain. What was that? They returned their focus to the world around them, scanning for a mirror. There was one over the sink, and Finn quickly got up to look at their reflection. They turned on the light and closely inspected their eyes. The streaks of red were still there, and some brown was still visible. No blue. Finn concentrated, trying to do the same thing they did to see the chains. They took a breath, closed their eyes, and imagined the chains being visible again. When they opened their eyes, the chains were visible again, and the room was darker. Finn hesitantly looked into the mirror. A pair of glowing blue eyes looked back. 

Startled, they stumbled back and fell onto the floor with a thud. The chains disappeared. A nurse came in to check on them. 

“Are you alright?” he asked. He walked over to Finn and helped them off the floor.

“Yeah, thanks.” Finn trudged back to bed. “Sorry if I woke you or anything.”

“No, no. I’m on the night shift, so I was already awake. You should probably go back to sleep.” He turned to leave.

Perfect. I didn’t think anyone was around.

Wh--

The chains pulled tight, but they weren’t going towards the floor. The Red was puppeteering Finn, moving them without having to take over their body. “Uh-oh.”

The nurse turned back around. “What’s wrong?”

“Call security. Red emergency,” Finn told him as their limbs were moved against their will. They were being pulled towards the nurse, and it was taking most of their energy. “Run!” He turned to run out of the room, but it was too late. Finn hovered off of the ground and was dragged over to the fleeing nurse.

“Gotcha!”

Finn felt the chains wrap around the poor man’s leg as he yelled for security. Let him go! He doesn’t have anything to do with this.

Oh, honey. You brought this upon yourself. I know you met with your stupid clone again. I know you figured out your magic. I can’t let you live, but I can’t do direct harm. Instead, I’m going to get security to shoot you.

They heard security down the hall. 

No. Stop. Leave me alone. Go away. Drop the nurse and go away.

It chuckled. Not a chance, sweetheart!

Finn was panicking. They frantically scanned for a way out of this situation. Their eyes darted around the room until they landed on the mirror. They remembered what Remnant had said. Finn pulled away from the nurse with all their might, managing to release him from the chain, then with an eardrum-shattering cry, they called out. 

“REMNANT!!”

Finn’s Mirror appeared to them for the first time in years, and a hand reached out to them. They grabbed on and held tight as the Red began to pull them away. The two were pulled in together, leaving reality as they knew it behind.

[idontplaytrack]

✧ White roses

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader

Warnings: mature themes— eating disorders. Coarse language, angst, some fluff

In which reader’s attempt to understand her sister’s action lead to a complete breakdown

You weren’t sure when everything changed, but they did and it has never been the same since then. Your sister’s been faking, faking it all the time with you. Faking that she was okay when she wasn’t. You knew that, so you tried to help her whenever and however you could. She appreciates it, you knew that. She made sure you knew it. But every time you look at her, your heart hurts. Regina was struggling, now worse than ever. But two weeks ago, you couldn’t take it and talked to her. You actually sat her down alone and talked to her about it. Then it became begging. You broke down and begged her to get help. It was something you wouldn’t have done if you hadn’t seen her show signs of wanting to get help and get better in the first place. Things got better at first, then it took a huge dip. That’s when you talked to her.

For whatever reason, Regina agreed to get help. And ever since that day when she got dropped off at the hospital, you were reduced to seeing her three times a week at most. Which was a very big change compared to being able to see her everyday. Sitting in her Jeep after pulling into the driveway, you shut your eyes while you took some deep breaths. Ever since you saw her today in the hospital, your mood took a turn. While you were happy to see her, and she was more than happy to see you, having to see Regina in the hospital broke your heart every time you came by. Countless questions swam through your head after each visit. Why would she do that to herself? She knew it could literally cost her her life. She knew that, she’s told you that. But time and time again, she relapses. She doesn’t mean to, you knew that. That was why you spoke up and told her to get help. You weren’t going to risk losing your best friend.

Turning the engine off, you scrambled into the house, your mind racing as you rushed upstairs to your bedroom.The door opens with a slam, your bag falls at the foot of your bed with a thud. In a hurry, you found yourself in the bathroom, staring at the toilet. Were you about to do that? You weren’t thinking straight if at all, but one thing you knew for sure was that you had to understand why she did so. That was the main voice in your mind, urging you to…understand. You locked the bathroom door gingerly, kneeling before the toilet. You retched, the feeling was awful. Nothing came up, but It shocked you to the point where you just started to hyperventilate and cry as you fall onto your ass and sat on the marble floors. ‘Why’d you do that, y/n? You shouldn’t have. You shouldn’t have—’

You couldn’t even begin to imagine how painful this was for your sister, this was barely anything at all. After some time, you fished your phone out from your pocket. You were barely calming down and you needed Janis. You didn’t care how you were claiming you’ve been doing okay anymore, because you weren’t. This thing, showed it clearly to you. You needed someone.

“Janis—” Your breath hitched, “Jan, can you come over please?”

She didn’t even have the chance to reply.

“Please, I need you, please.” You were crying again.

Your phone falls from your hand after you heard the dial tone, you zoned out feeling absolute shame and disgust by your own decision to even think about doing that in the first place. You knew what you had to do— you had to let Dr. Cree know, you needed to squeeze in another session with your therapist this week on top of your usual two. But right now, you couldn’t even move. And you didn’t. You didn’t move until you heard knocks on your bathroom door which jolted you out of your thoughts. “Baby, it’s me.” Janis says. You sniffed, standing up unsteadily to unlock the door. She opens it a crack and you move out of the way so she could fully open the door. Seeing how distraught you were, she envelopes you in a hug instantly, rubbing your back in a soothing motion. “Hey, hey it’s okay. I have you, baby. I have you.”

You cried buckets as she held you in her arms without question.

Eventually, you and Janis sat in your bed and you started to explain all that went down before you called her to come over. “I…am texting my therapist now to get another session scheduled so I can dissect this and figure it out.”

“That’s good, baby.” She held your face in her hand, pressing a kiss to your lips before you snuggled up against her. “It’s a very difficult thing you’ve had to deal with, pretty much being the main person looking out for Regina. You have done a damn good job making sure she was being taken care of, you know? You stepped up, you shouldn’t have to, but you did. Because you love your sister, and believe me when I say this: Things will get better eventually. It’s a whole process and it might seem like it’s taking forever, but Regina is so fucking strong, she knows there’s more to life than what she’s struggling with.”

“Thank you.” You wrap your arms around her, “I— I know that, but sometimes I really just need to hear it. So, yeah— thank you.” You ended up fully laying on Janis, your legs kind of straddling her while your head rested on her chest. She kisses the crown of your head, “Do you want anything? Takeout? It’s dinnertime soon.”

“Sure.” You hummed, getting increasingly sleepy in her presence, “Not sure what I want though.”

“That’s okay, leave that to me.” She chuckles, looking down at you in adoration, “Wanna nap?”

You nodded, “Mm, yeah.”

“Okay, close your eyes, honey. Rest up.” She gives you another kiss on the head, running her fingers through your hair and scratching your scalp— very effectively coaxing you to sleep. Once you fell asleep, Janis was looking through the food delivery app on her phone to decide what to order in for dinner. She knew for sure that June wasn’t going to be home tonight.

————

“It’s not unheard of for caregivers to imitate— for the lack of better words, the affected person’s behaviour, oftentimes coming from a point where they wish to understand the reasoning or the feeling. However, unlike them, you, the caregiver know that it is wrong. Though both you and your sister are both seeking help from mental health professionals, it’s for very different reasons. She is mentally ill because of her anorexia, her bulimia. You, like we both know, are seeing me to deal with anxiety. They’re very different, rather tough in their own ways but equally valid to be seeking help for. In fact, it’s right to— it’s beneficial to get help. It is difficult to get to the first step, to ask for help. But you’ve done it, and so has she. You guys are both on the right tracks.”

“I had a completely just— worst panic attack of my life after it hit me what I was doing. I called Janis, she came over and then I managed to come down from it pretty quickly. But I just thought it was the right thing to do to get another session with you so I could work through the complexity of it all.”

“You did the right thing talking to me about it. Knowing you need to talk and when you need to talk is amazing. You have improved a lot, y/n.”

You nodded, giving her an appreciative smile.

“Your decision to cut down on the number of visits to your sister, I think it will be good for you. You’re not responsible for caring for her like you had to prior to her hospitalisation. You have to lead your own life too, y/n.”

“I hear you. It’ll take a bit of time and willpower to get used to, but I’ll try my best.”

She nodded, “Is there anything else you’d like to talk about?”

“Actually, uh, yeah. Last night, I had sex for the first time— ever. And it was…great but then when the sobriety hit me, so did the guilt.”

“Why do you think you felt the guilt?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, picking at your nails, “I guess…because my mom and dad have always told me sex was not a ‘good’ thing. That I should never do anything until I was married.”

“Did you both consent?”

“Yes.” You nodded, staring at your nails instead of keeping eye contact with your therapist.

“Did you feel listened to? Seen? Or instead pressured in any way— for anything?”

“No. Janis was great, she really talked to me before we even did anything to make sure boundaries were set for both of us. Everything went really well, it was just the after that I started to freak out because—”

“Because?” She prompted.

“…Because I couldn’t let go of my parents’ opinion and live my life the way I want to.” You let that out. “It scares me that they are so strict about that. A part of me understands they probably just want to keep me safe, but I do feel so safe and loved by Janis. So I said yes. Actually, I initiated the thing. I asked if we could do it. Then after everything, she took care of me. You know? I felt good, it was better than I could’ve ever imagined it to be.”

“And that is absolutely fine. It’s great. But yes. Sex can be intense, it is intimate and it may seem daunting, but like you said— you were safe, and listened to and cared for. That’s all you need to focus on instead of someone else’s. It’s your life, you deserve the freedom as you see fit. You know how to speak up for yourself, y/n. You have the tools, the courage, the capability to deal with that and any moments where you feel low. But as always, you have to also remember that you can always contact me.”

“I do.” You chuckled, “Yeah I do.”

“I think this a good place to close today’s session, isn’t it?”

“Yep.” You agreed, “Thanks, Haley.”

“Of course. I’ll see you Friday?”

“You will.” You confirmed, “Janis is coming with me.”

“Ah, then I look forward to finally meeting her. Take care, y/n.”

You left the office feeling as if a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and with much more clarity on just about everything. You drove home, took a shower and made yourself dinner. You hopped on a FaceTime call with Janis in the meantime.

“How was your session today?”

“Very good.” You told her while stirring the pasta in the pan. “Really, I talked about everything I needed and wanted to talk about, worked through them. Didn’t cry— which is another huge thing. She smiled, “I’m glad to hear that, baby. What ya making?”

“Pasta.” You answered happily. She gasps dramatically, “Can I come over?”

“You want to? Sure.” You nodded, grinning.

“Carbonara?”

“Yeah.” You couldn’t help it but chuckled.

“With Bacon Spam instead of bacon?” She asks eagerly.

“Mhm.”

“I’m on my way. My mom and dad aren’t home right now anyway- business trip.” Janis decided.

“Alrighty, see you soon.”

She stayed on the call the whole way over. Literally, right until she was on your front porch.

You opened the door and she just tackles you into a hug. “Missed me?” You joked.

“Of course.” She nearly snorted laughing.

“Oh yeah?” You continued.

“Yeah.” She nodded, grinning mischievously. You knew what was coming— she was going to kiss you all over your face. And she did, you giggled, as always. So she just does it more, all while clinging onto you. “Hi, cutie.”

“Right on time.” You grinned, “I’ve just plated the pasta. You want garlic bread?”

“Only if you add some cheese.” Janis shrugs.

“We’re both lactose tolerant.” You stated.

“It’s okay, we have a half day tomorrow.”

“I thought you’d be with Damian.” You told her while taking out a roll of garlic bread from the freezer and the bag of shredded cheddar and parmesan mix. You put them on a tray and popped it into the oven.

“Well, he’s on a date, so is everyone else we know.” Janis pulled out a chair for you, you sat down then she does the same opposite of you.

“Everyone?” You asked back. “Us too?”

“I know you’re joking, but I can be pretty romantic, y/n.”

“Oh I have no doubt about that, babe.”

She wasn’t kidding— she lit candles and dimmed the lights while you tried to start eating your food.

“See? Any night can be date night.”

“This is nice.” Your lips tug into a smile. She smiles back then dug into food.

After dinner, you and Janis decided to bake some cookies while jamming out to both your favourite songs. “Chocolate chips?” Janis asked, peeking into the pantry.

“Dark and white chocolate.” You nod.

“Ooh, okay. Are we gonna make both?”

“Just dark chocolate chip cookies, but I’ll be adding a bit of white chocolate chips into the dough. I’m going to see Regina tomorrow so I thought I’d bring by a few for her— it’s her favourite. We used to bake a batch every weekend.”

“Aw.” Janis set down the two bags on the counter, “I think she’d really like that.”

You smiled, grabbing ahold of the measuring cup, “Will it be bad if I want you to stay over?”

“Why would that be bad? We can just get up a little earlier so I grab my bag on our way to school tomorrow. I don’t live that far away.” She squints.

“I just— don’t wanna seem…clingy.”

“Oh, no, no, no. You can cling onto me as much as you’d like. I love holding you.” Janis took the cup from the kitchen scale and dumped the flour in a big mixing bowl.

You pondered for a few seconds, taking a deep breath, “I uh, I still have these moments sometimes, that’s not good, you know? Talking about myself like that.”

“You got this, don’t worry about any of that when you’re with me. We can talk about anything— we always do.”

————

After school the next day, Janis drove you to the hospital as planned last night. While you walked into Regina’s hospital room, Janis sat in a plastic chair outside in the hallway after smooching you on the cheek. You also had to check with Regina’s nurse to see if she could have any outside food— she was allowed, so that was great.

“Hey, baby.” Regina looks up from her book in hand, setting it down as she locked eyes with you. She was in a good mood.

“Hi, Reg.” You mirrored her smile, “I brought you a new book, and some cookies— your favourite.”

“Aw.” She says, reaching out to grab your hand, “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to, it’s fine.” You chuckled, your eyes then noticing this paper chain hanging behind your sister on the wall.

“That is a little project one of my nurses had me do.” She realises, “I’ve been here twenty-two days now, so each loop represents one day— yellow means it was a good day, no restriction, no purging, orange means things were a little tough but nothing happened, and pink is the…worst case scenario.”

More than half the paper loops on the chain were yellow and orange. You were proud of how much better she seemed to be doing already.

“How was the book I brought you last time?” You asked.

“I’m nearly at the end of the book already, not much to do around here. So I’m very happy you brought me another one.” She shrugs, “Could you hand me the Tupperware?”

You took the Tupperware from the table you had set it down on, and gave it to her. She opened the lid and took a cookie out to eat it, “You want one?”

“Sure.” You nod, taking one for yourself as well.

“Did you give these to my nurses too?”

“No, I got them prepackaged snacks, I wasn’t sure if they could accept homemade food or anything.”

“Right.” Regina laughed lightly, taking a bite of the cookie as she set the container down on her bed, “Wait, you’ve been seeing Haley, right?”

“Yeah, I have.” You confirmed, “And I also decided that I’m going to come by a little less frequently.”

“Absolutely, you gotta do your own things too.” Regina agreed. “I would very much rather have you be busy with things that you like to do than come here too often. The environment can be a little intimidating and depressing not gonna lie. It’s also a hotbed for bacteria and infections, so— please don’t get sick.”

“I hear ya, Reg.” You chuckled over your words.

“Is that Janis outside?” Regina squints.

“Yeah. She drove me here but wasn’t sure if you’d want her in here.”

“She can come in if she wants, would be nice to see faces I actually know rather than a bunch of people who I’ve never even met before my stay here.”

“I’ll call her in.” You nod, shrugging before you got up from the plastic chair and got Janis to join you and Regina.

“Hey.” Janis waved.

“Hi.” Regina gave your girlfriend a tight-lipped smile, “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been pretty good. Having a lot of fun with your sister playing house. How’s therapy?”

“Janis!” You chided in a whisper.

Regina laughs though, “Actually, I’ve never been better. Sure my sessions went from one to like, three a week but that means I have ample time to work on myself. I’ve been struggling with all of it for so long, I’m actually just…relieved to be starting to get free from the claws of that horrible disorder. I want to get better, I know I am getting better but my main worry now is my ‘bad days’. I don’t want that, I’m not even thinking about that and sometimes they creep up on me and I don’t even realise.”

“Like you said, you are getting better. Which only means you’ll only improve more and more from this point.” Janis quipped.

Regina smiled appreciatively, “Thanks, I appreciate that. And for keeping my sister sane.”

You snorted, “Sane? She drives me insane.”

Janis’ mouth hung open, “What?”

“I don’t need to know that part. But, um— okay, good for you.”

“The first thing that comes to your mind is, that?” Janis teased.

“There’s no shame in that, come on.” Regina laughed heartily.

After a bit, you and Janis head home. Taking a shower, you decided you wanted to nap, so that’s what you did. Janis sat next to you, watching TV while you drifted off to dreamland feeling the soothing motions of Janis’ hand running up and down your back.

When you woke up, Janis was asleep next to you, laying on her stomach but faced towards you. You couldn’t help but smiled at the sight, pressing a kiss to her cheek before you got out of bed to see what you could make for dinner.

The decision? Spam Musubi. Low-effort, and doesn’t take long to make. So you were pretty sure you’d be done before Janis woke up. Plus, she’d get a little taste of home.In fact, you wound up having more than enough time to spare so you tried out a new cookie recipe that you were going to make for Regina at the next visit. You decided that every visit, you’d bring her a new flavour of cookie and a new book, just to keep things fresh. You knew she’d appreciate it.

Her hard work paid off. Over six months later, Regina was finally allowed to come home and continue her treatment outpatient. Your mom actually picked her up from there and drove her home. That surprised you because you weren’t so sure if you saw her do anything more than pay for the bills and expenses thus far. While they were on their way home, you and Janis made lunch. The rest of the group hung around and decorated the place before she got home.

You all hear a car pull into the driveway soon enough then the front door opens. “We’re home!” June announced.

Regina saw you first, and quite literally fought to hug you first. It made you laugh, but you took the win. “Hi, baby.” Regina hugs you tightly, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “It’s so good to be back home. Hi, guys. Thanks for doing this.”

“It’s nothing.” Gretchen beamed, “Good to have you closer to us again, G.”

Regina smiled back, giving the girl a hug. “So nice to see you, Gretch.”

Everyone else got a hug too, and as surprised as they were by the affection, they could take it. They would take a surprising hug any day over a fainting spell.

“Did you make cookies?” Regina gasped.

“Take a look for yourself.” You poked her on the arm. She held onto your hand while you all headed over to the kitchen/dining area.

“Holy shit.” Regina chuckles tearily, “Baby, this— I love it. I fucking love it. Thank you.”

Her favourite cookie flavour, big enough for everyone to share and in the shape of a rose. A white rose…Regina’s favourite flower. A flower that also symbolises new beginnings. How fitting.

“Okay, let’s dig in.” Regina declared, “They must’ve spent such a long time preparing all this. Guys— the place looks amazing, so does the food. Thank you, I really appreciate you all for doing this and sticking by me.”

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Here is this one!

Warnings: none.

When she laid her head back down on her room temperature pillow, she began to hear something in the distance. Over the sound of Matty’s steady breathing, she swore she could hear the plinking of the kitchen faucet. Had she left it running? Was it leaking? Are she and Matty going to wake up to a flood in the morning? The thought felt like an exaggeration at first. But the longer it sat in her head, marinating in anxiety, the more serous it became. She crawled from

Underneath the covers and got out of bed.

The faucet in the kitchen was completely dry. She looked around her, blurry outlines of various furniture items barely visible. She felt a shudder as she stood there. Something about seeing this familiar space in the dark of night made her surroundings unsettling. Like the place might as well be entirely new to her. Like something, anything, could be lurking there in the shadows. She turned on one of the lamp shades, plopping down onto the couch and turning the tv on. She wasn’t looking for anything to watch, necessarily, leaving it at the lowest volume, she just wanted the background noise.

Why is it that time always drags on at night? During the day, hours easily fly by without her noticing. At night, though, she experienced every minutes, measuring them by the number of thoughts that raced through her head.

This wasn’t the first night that she’d found herself curled up on the couch, awaiting sleep. She’d never been the deepest sleeper, anyway. But as things continued to pile on, at work, in her personal life, getting her mind to slow down long enough for her to get some rest was virtually impossible. Even when she did, at long last, feel tired enough to close her eyes, it was a restless sleep. The kind where you’re not quite asleep; still aware of your surroundings. She just wished that the worst of it would at least hit her at a reasonable hour. It wasn’t easy to roam around the house while Matty, and the rest of the world, were sound asleep.

She’d zoned out, starring at the nearly muted tv screen to keep her mind on anything but its own spiraling thoughts. She jolted up, nearly screaming when she heard what sounded like shuffling behind her. She turned around, and saw Matty, leaning against the wall, drowsily, his bed head a mess, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Jesus, Matty! You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry, I, erm,” he realized his voice was too groggy and stopped to clear his throat. “Didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

She smiled, “why are you awake anyway?”

Matty walked over to her, sitting by her side on the couch, resting his head on her shoulder. “You weren’t there I- wanted to look for you.”

“Oh. Sorry if I woke you.”

“Why aren’t you in bed? With me?” He asked with his eyes closed, fighting the urge to doze off.

“Dunno, really. Just can’t sleep.”

Though her voice was soft, he could detect the slightest hint of hesitation. He knew her tells by now. There was more going on.

“Go on.”

“I just can’t- my brain won’t stop. It won’t stop thinking; spinning; worrying.”

“Baby, why didn’t you wake me?” Matty moved his head off of her shoulder, sitting up straight as he realized he needed to take this more seriously.

“Why would I do that?” She giggled at the way that his hair had stood up on its own, reaching her hand over to comb through it with her fingers. “There. Much better.”

“What do you mean ‘why?’ Could keep you company!”

“It’s not like you can do anything to force me to be sleepy when my brain literally refuses to be.”

“Oh yeah? Try me.”

****

Matty reappearing in the living room, two mugs of hot chocolate in his hands, a cigarette between his lips. “When did you manage to light that?” She laughed, amused by the way that he always found a way to squeeze in a smoke.

He handed her one of the mugs, shrugging as he sat down. “Don’t know. The packet was on the kitchen counter. Figured why not. I’m up anyway.”

She took an initial sip of her beverage then turned to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, baby. Though I’m not sure this is gonna do anything. Still, I appreciate it.”

“No, actually it is going to do something.” Matty realized his words were incoherent so he took the cig out of his mouth. “Warm milk doesn’t always work on adults. But apparently if it’s got

Chocolate in it, for some people, it works! I looked it up just now.”

Matty always did his best to take care of her. She’s never felt more loved.

***

“‘Our fine arts were developed, their types and uses were established, in times very different from the-‘“ Matty set the book down, “babe? You asleep?” He whispered.

“Not yet. But almost. Keep going…”

“Alright then.” He cleared his throat, picking the book back up. “Where was I? Oh, right. ‘In times very different from the present, by men whose power of action upon things was insignificant-“

“What book are you reading from anyway?” She asked.

“Oh, this? This is the toaster manual.”

She rolled her eyes, giggling slightly, “very funny.”

“It’s Walter Benjamin.”

She shook her head. “Of course it is. Cuz it’s the perfect bedtime read.”

“Hey. I’m trying non-traditional methods here. Since none of the normal shit is working.”

***

“This is a tried and true method.” She heard Matty coming from the hallway. “Wouldn’t normally recommend it. But…desperate times.” He rounded the couch, a bag of weed in his hand.

“Oh this feels a bit extreme, doesn’t it?” She frowned, looking between him and the bag in his hands.

“You don’t want it? You’re not in school. It’s not like someone’s gonna catch you with it and give you detention.” Matty giggled, setting the bag down in his lap and rolling one.

“C’mon? Take it. Helps with the anxiety and all that. Trust me.”

“I don’t know. Seems like a lot.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Wanna just share mine, then?”

She smiled up at him, batting her eyelashes. “Yes please.”

“Alright. Suit yourself.”

***

Matty checked the time on his phone, it was 4 am. He put his cigarette out and turned to look at her. She was fast asleep, leaning her head against his body. He slinked back as slowly and delicately as possible, making sure not to jolt her awake. He stood up, picking her up in his arms and taking her into the bedroom. She’s stirred, taken aback, slightly. But he’d hushed her back to sleep, whispering, “it’s alright. It’s alright. It’s only me.”

Gently laying her down in her side of the bed, he tucked her in, draping the duvet over her and making sure her arms stay on top of it, the way he knew she liked.

He kissed her forehead softly. “Goodnight, darling.”

halla. could you do a little request of matty helping with the reader that struggling with sleep insomnia? due to anxiety and stress? 🥺

Since this is very much something that I’m having a hard time with I shall definitely write it hahaha. You got it bestie. Coming soon.