#i used to be able to fall asleep in seconds. i fell asleep like that for years

[meo-eiru]

The most beautiful pearl

That was the day I met Dana, a maid with commoner blood.

It wasn’t common for maids from lowly backgrounds to work directly for me, but apparently she started working in the estate years ago and slowly rose up in the ranks thanks to her diligence and determined personality.

Dana was nice, she would always pay attention to my needs and work extra for my comfort. Personally delivering all my meals, helping me dress up and preparing my bath all by herself, staying by my side until I fall asleep…

“I really appreciate you Dana…” I say sleepily, my body engulfed in the soft blanket Dana prepared for me as she sits by my side.

“You do my lady?”, I nod.

“I don’t have many people I’m close with, but you’ve been so nice to me for the past 3 months…”

“I’m your handmaid, my lady. That much is to be expected.”

“But you’re so much more attentive than any of my other maids. It has barely been 3 months but I don’t know what I would do without you…”

“…I’m glad to hear that my lady.” She stops for a second as if to think. “Don’t worry I will always be by your side…” Dana answers me gently. My tired eyes fail to read her face in the dimly moonlit room, but I go to sleep with a smile on my face, imagining her doing the same.

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I look down at her, watching her slowly breathe in and out with that foolishly innocent expression on her face. The suffocating uniform I had to wear to hide my adam’s apple and chest is unbuttoned to let me breathe. A sharp knife shines in my hand, reflecting the moonlight decorating her fancy room.

516 times. I’ve tried to kill this woman exactly 516 times. I raise my knife. “This time I will do it” I think to myself. You shift in your sleep, probably deep in your happy dreams. You don’t sense anything, unaware of the danger I hold.

“I will do it… I will…” I repeat in my head yet my hand won’t stop shaking.

“Damn it…”

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“She has so many openings, does she have no survival instinct? It feels like she could die if she fell down tad too hard” I think to myself as I pick up her dinner. A small bottle of poison I’ve failed to use so far and my knife are tucked deep in my apron. There are a few servants around chatting but no one seems to suspect anything from the lady’s personal handmaid.

“Hey did you see what Lady y/n was wearing today? Haha is she trying to catch someone’s attention going out like that?”

“Right? If she bent down a bit we could even see her cleavage!”

Huh?

Those two… are they new recruits? I did hear that despicable man hired a new batch. What do they think they are doing spouting such nonsense?

“She already looks so naive, I bet she wouldn’t be able to do anything if I just cornered her right?”

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“Dana, did you get some of the tomato sauce on your sleeve?” you ask innocently, happily enjoying your lavish dinner.

“It seems so my lady. I will clean it tonight don’t worry.” I quickly answer with my usual smile.

“Haha don’t tell me you wanted to try some! You could’ve just asked me, here.”

“I-I couldn’t possibly my lady-“

“My arm will get tired if you don’t take it~”

I sigh and lean down to eat the bite you so graciously offered, it doesn’t have poison anyway…

It truly is delicious, enough to drive a commoner to tears, but this quality is just the norm for you.

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I once again stand above you. “This time… this time for sure…” repeats in my head as I raise my knife. This is the 520th attempt.

You sleep peacefully under me as I clench my teeth, my hand refusing to go down.

It’s always the same thing. I stay by your side until you fall asleep, I get up and raise my knife, I watch you sleep without a worry in the world and go back to my room after another failure.

I sigh and prepare to get up, I’ve despised you for longer than you know for making me feel this way.

“Dana…?”

“!?” You’re awake? Why are you awake!? You never wake up at this hour!

…What are you looking at?

My eyes follow your gaze and land on the knife I’m holding up.

“W-what are you doing Dana!? N-no someone help-!”

My free hand quickly covers your mouth as I whisper yell “Be quiet!”. You continue flailing your arms and legs, trying to push me off. Since my other hand is still up I can’t hold you down properly.

“Stop fighting me! You don’t have the right to-!”

You manage to push my hand off your mouth but your nails catch my open collar, accidentally ripping a button. For a second your eyes widen and before I can register what’s going on you grab my clothes.

“!!”

In a moment of panic I throw the knife and pull away to cover myself.

“D-Don’t look!”

If you do they’ll take you away from me.

“Y-you are a man?” You ask while sitting up, clearly on guard but you make no motion to run away. Maybe seeing my panicked state made you feel less scared.

I don’t answer and just stare at you. I wonder what my expression looks like? My panic and anger must reflect on my eyes as I cover my chest. My knife… is at the other side of the room, tsk.

“B-But why…? A-and that knife… were you trying to…? I… D-did I do something to offend you…?”

Your voice is shaking as you ask questions after questions, tears slowly spilling out. I’m sure you must feel so scared and betrayed. Good, that’s what I wanted.

Yes, what I wanted…

What I wanted?

Anger boils inside me. A part of me feels satisfied for making you experience such betrayal, but the other half feels anger. A privileged person like you who lives life without a single worry doesn’t deserve to cry like a victim.

“Stop crying!” I lunge forward to grab your neck and push you down. You look up to me, clearly scared but my hand doesn’t squeeze your neck.

“You don’t know anything!” I bite my lip, wanting to scream but also not. I hate this, once again my body refuses to listen to me.

“You don’t know anything about me! You don’t know what your family has done! You don’t know what you have done to me!!”

My hand presses down harder.

“I already had nothing but you ruined me beyond repair!” I try to keep my voice low to not alert the other servants yet I can’t prevent it from shaking as I let my anger out.

“You don’t know anything…”

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“Dana”

A name unfit for a boy, and this disgustingly beautiful face that resembles hers were the only things that wench left behind with me.

I didn’t know anything about her. All I knew was that she treated me like the girl she always wanted to give birth to and that I must never leave the wooden box she called “home”.

She hated me, it was only obvious. Even when I was barely able to speak it wasn’t hard to understand she actually wished for a girl. Although, maybe thanks to this face of mine, she enjoyed putting me in dresses and forcing me into the life she dreamed of.

“Dana, mommy has to deal with some surprise visitors so stay in this closet and don’t make a noise just like how I taught you before alright?”

Those were the last words she uttered before kissing my forehead and closing the rusty closet doors. Then it was arguing, screams, red and silence.

The fact that she used to work in your estate because she was in debt to your father, that she ran away pregnant without actually paying it back and was being hunted down were things I only got to know later in life.

It seems they were unaware she was even pregnant and didn’t notice the child she so hurriedly tucked inside the old compact closet.

Such sad excuse of a life, at the end she wasn’t able to accomplish anything. All she had was a son who believed she hated him and thus hated her back. A son who didn’t even care about the effort she put into keeping him hidden and safe.

A son who returned to the estate she once escaped from.

It wasn’t too hard to get registered as a maid with such face and height. My plan originally was to slowly go up in ranks until I reached that filthy man and stab his chest the same way his henchmen stabbed that wench’s.

But then I met you.

The precious young lady of the estate, loved by all the workers and her parents. A lovely person who was sailing through life with no hardships, a being sure to be missed if lost.

I thought if I killed you the same way they killed that wench, that filthy man would experience so much pain he wouldn’t be able to forget about it for an entire lifetime.

So I started working to be your handmaid instead, and you quickly inflicted another type of anger into me.

I hated that you were oblivious to the pain others felt, I hated that all you knew was comfort and love, I hated that you never experienced what a broken heart felt like.

I hated how you smiled at me like you couldn’t do without me, I hated how your hair felt so soft in my hands as I brushed it, I hated how you happily ate the sweets I secretly took from the kitchen just so you could have some more, I hated how good you smelt right after I washed you, I hated how soft your skin felt against my fingertips as I helped you dress up-

“UGH!”

I gasp, sitting on the bathroom floor. Looking at the toilet seat filled with my insides and wiping my mouth with a shaky hand before flushing it down.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this…

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You look up to me with shaky eyes, body barely moving.

“I-I’m sorry-“

“Don’t pity me! I’m not someone who needs your pity!”

You flinch as I raise my voice. I feel so disgusted, my voice shaking with anger.

“At least I still had control over myself when all I had was hate… At least I was somewhat “normal”…”

My eyes never leave yours, your gaze only making me feel more agitated.

“I wasn’t supposed to feel like this… why did you have to wake up now…”

A tear threatens to fall from my eye.

“If only you just continued sleeping… then I could’ve continued staying next to you… I could’ve continued being good for you…”

“Dana I’m sorry-“

“I said I don’t want to hear it!”

I lower my head, not wanting to see the face you’re making.

Then an idea comes to my mind.

“Are you really sorry? Do you want to make up for it?”

I grab your face before you can answer.

“!?”

I slowly pull away to speak, your taste lingering in my lips.

“Then don’t report what happened today and let me continue staying by your side.

I lean in closer and look into your eyes.

“The only way you can atone for your sins is by accepting this twisted love of mine”

[sharieb]

Could we please have a cute pre-relationship fic where Non-MC is tired for whatever reason and while the LI is taking her home, she ends up dozing on his shoulder?

Sleepy Ride Home

Pairing: LADs x Non-MC! reader

Genre: Fluff

Setup: After a long day, you ended up falling asleep on the boys' shoulders during the ride home. How would the boys react?

The quiet hum of the Farspace shuttle filled the cabin, smooth and low. He had personally made sure this one was routed discreetly, no unnecessary stops, no unwanted company. Just the two of you, seated across the aisle on a late return trip.

You’d argued at first. "I can get home myself."

But now, with your body swaying slightly from fatigue, you didn’t resist as you slid closer to his side. Your head gently fell against his shoulder, and you murmured something too quiet to understand.

He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe for a second.

Then, with the same calm he used to command fleets, he shifted ever so slightly to brace you better. She’s asleep. On me. If someone had told high school me that this would happen one day, I wouldn’t have believed it. Hell, I barely believe it now. Back then, I used to make excuses just to be near her. Sat behind her in physics because I liked the way she mumbled her notes. Volunteered to tutor in things I didn’t even study, just to steal five minutes of her time. And she never saw it. Never saw me. But I never stopped wanting her. Even when she had eyes for someone else. Even when I became the one people called commander instead of Caleb. She still gets under my skin the same way. Makes me forget how to breathe when she smiles. Makes me want things I keep buried so deep I forget they exist. And now she’s here, asleep, trusting me with all that weight she always carries. I want to hold her closer. But I don’t. Because if I do… I don’t think I’ll be able to let go again.

He tilted his head just enough so it didn’t bump yours. And looked straight ahead. And rested there with you like he had all the time in the world.

The black-windowed car was silent except for the soft thrum of tires on wet asphalt. You sat beside Sylus in the plush backseat, the city lights sliding past like lazy stars. "You didn’t have to call a private car," you murmured, eyes heavy. "I could’ve just taken a taxi."

Sylus let out a soft, amused scoff. "And risk you falling asleep on some stranger’s shoulder instead of mine?"

Your brain was too foggy to process the flirtation. You just leaned your head back, then let it tip sideways.

Onto him.

Sylus froze.

His breath caught like you’d just pulled a knife on him. Then he slowly, painfully slowly, relaxed into it. Tch. You’re lucky I like you. Unbelievable. She actually fell asleep. On me. What part of this screams safe? Comfortable? ...God. I didn’t even move when she leaned in. What the hell’s gotten into me? This was supposed to be a one-time escort. A favor. She said she was tired, and I figured I could keep her out of trouble. That’s all. But now she’s curled into my shoulder, and I’m memorizing the shape of her breathing like a damn idiot. I’ve wanted her for months. Knew it the moment she called me out and didn’t flinch when I snapped back. Knew it when she touched my wrist during a mission, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it for days. She doesn’t even know. Not really. If she did, would she still fall asleep this close to me? ...Damn it. Don’t wake up yet.

He adjusted his arm so your cheek rested more comfortably on the fabric of his jacket.

After that, he didn’t breathe too hard. Didn’t dare move.

Not when you trusted him like this.

The subway car swayed gently, its lights flickering now and then. You sat beside Zayne in the nearly empty compartment, exhaustion pulling you downward like gravity had doubled just for you. "You should’ve let me walk," you muttered, slumping slightly in your seat.

He shook his head. "Your legs were giving out halfway through the outpatient clinic. The train’s safer."

You didn’t argue. Not when your eyelids were already fluttering closed.

The screech of the rails turned into background noise, steady and oddly soothing. And without realizing, your head tilted, then slowly landed on his shoulder.

He tensed. Just a bit. Just long enough to register that yes, you were actually leaning on him, and no, he wasn’t going to do anything to stop it. She really fell asleep on me. Just like that. ...She trusts me that much? No. Don’t read into it. But still, She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t flinch away. And she always smells like tea leaves and that damn lavender balm she carries around. I know that now, apparently. I shouldn’t let this get to me. I’ve carried unconscious patients before. It's not that different. Except it is. Because she’s not just someone from the clinic. She’s the one I look for in every room. The one whose voice I somehow always hear, even when I’m buried in reports. And now she’s here, sleeping on my shoulder like it's the most natural thing in the world. I’ve liked her longer than I’d admit out loud. But… maybe this is enough for now.

He shifted the bag in his lap so he could reach across and tug your coat tighter, making sure the draft from the sliding subway doors wouldn’t wake you.

And he didn’t move the whole ride.

Not once.

Not even when his arm started going numb under the weight of your head.

The cab was quiet, the soft hum of the engine mixing with low jazz on the radio. He lounged beside you, one arm stretched along the backrest behind your shoulders like he always did, half teasing, half dramatic flourish.

"You know," he mused, watching the lights flicker across your face, "You’re going to fall asleep on me at this rate. And I won’t even charge you."

You offered a tired smile. "Guess I’ll owe you a coffee."

"Mmm, I’ll settle for a kiss on the cheek."

You didn’t respond.

Because your head had already dipped sideways, gently coming to rest against his shoulder. He blinked, genuinely caught off guard.

Then, softly, he smiled. A real one this time. Not the flirt, not the performer. Just him. Hah. She actually did it. She fell asleep on me. Guess I win the bet I made with myself six weeks ago. ...She’s beautiful like this. No… not in the way I always say it. Not the rehearsed lines or the practised praise. This is different. I’ve been watching her for longer than she thinks. Every time she brushes her hair from her face. Every time she looks up at my sketches and asks questions, like they matter. She doesn’t know she’s the reason I’ve been painting softer things lately. She doesn’t know the record I bought last week reminded me of her laugh. And now she’s asleep, warm and close and real. If I move, I’ll ruin the moment. If I breathe wrong, I’ll wake her. So I’ll stay right here and pretend she’s mine, just for tonight.

He reached down and adjusted the scarf around your neck, tugging it closer. Carefully. "Sleep, darling," he whispered. "I’ll make sure the stars stay out of your way tonight."

The night bus was mostly empty, filled only with the soft buzz of overhead lights and the occasional mechanical hiss of the doors.

You sat next to Xavier, both of you tucked in a corner seat near the back. Your head had been nodding for blocks, fighting sleep like it owed you something. "You should close your eyes," he said quietly. "I’ll wake you at your stop."

You gave a noncommittal hum. Then your head gently dropped… and landed on his shoulder.

Xavier didn’t speak.

He only sat there, still and warm, letting the moment settle over him like a blanket he didn’t expect but never wanted to take off. She’s asleep. She leaned on me without a second thought. She’s always doing that, looking at me like I’m safe. I don’t know when it started. When I started watching her out of the corner of my eye, every time she entered a room. When her voice became the one I could still hear after my worst shifts. When her smile became something I needed. I don’t sleep. Haven’t, really. Not since everything changed. But when I’m near her… I rest. And now she’s here, breathing steadily against my shoulder, and I finally understand why people chase peace like it’s something rare. Because I’ve been chasing her. And right now, right here, I think she’s letting me catch her. Even if she doesn’t know it yet.

Your breath evened out. And for the first time in weeks, he forgot he was tired.

[godsfavoritescientist]

Would love to write about post-finale Ford being mad that he still has to deal with the insomnia that Bill made worse, but I'm too tired to be able to write, because of, the insomnia,

[uramakimochi]

Batboys scenario:

YOU LOOSE CONTROL OF YOUR POWERS WHILE SLEEPING.

WARNINGS: Just fluff, no use of Y/N. Inspired by this thought of mine. R can fly but it's not explicitly said whether they're a Super/Kent or an alien. This should be gender neutral enough for everyone^^

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

BRUCE

Bruce entered the room with a yawn that he tried to cover with his hand, while slowly rotating his neck and chest to make his bones crack loudly.

The only thing he wanted to do was get into bed with you, hold you close and sleep forever. But he knew that all the love and devotion he felt for you would never be enough to free him from his duties as a vigilante, so the only thing he could do was enjoy to the fullest those moments that life allowed him to spend with you. One of which was a good rest together.

Bruce loved sleeping with you. There was no better feeling for him than coming home late after a patrol and hiding under the covers, wrapping his mighty arms around you and pulling you against his sturdy body, falling asleep lulled by your body heat.

But before he could already imagine how he would spend a beautiful night next to you, he had to stop on the threshold of the door when his eyes fell on the double bed. Or rather, who was above of it.

Because yes, you were there, exactly where he expected to find you, but you were not on the bed. You were literally floating above it, like a bee on a flower.

Bruce smiled amusedly, because honestly that was nothing new. That was something that often happened when you were asleep: entering the world of dreams was as if your powers merged with them and not being able to control them of your own will, sometimes you happened to rise into the air in the middle of the night. Sometimes you slipped away from Bruce's arms, but other times you even took him up with you.

But Bruce didn't care, he was used to it. And he would never blame you because that was just who you were. And he would always love you, for every virtue and every flaw.

So he approached you silently until he was at your side. Meanwhile, you continued to float above his head as if nothing had happened, clutching the pillow under one arm and your eyelids fluttering every now and then, surely because of the dream you were living in your mind.

"Sweetheart" he murmured softly, reaching up to gently pull the blanket that covered your body and that was floating with you. "Wake up my love"

After a few seconds you squinted and then finally opened your eyes in the darkness.

"Mhh" you moaned and your eyes landed on your husband's face. "Bruce... Hi, what is it?"

Bruce smiled comfortingly, moving his hand to your arm.

"Forgive me, i didn't mean to disturb you" he replied, running his warm palm back and forth along your arm. "You're floating again"

It was at that moment that despite your tiredness you realized how low his face was compared to yours and you pressed your lips together. "Oh..."

Your body slowly returned down to rest on the soft mattress and you adjusted your position to cover yourself, finally looking at your husband from below, as it was supposed to be.

"Thank you" you gave him an embarrassed smile. "Sorry"

He leaned down to kiss your forehead and then walked around the bed to his side, sitting on the edge to take off his shoes and lie down under the covers.

"You have nothing to apologize for, i always tell you that" he reassured you as he lay down and you wasted no time in snuggling into his side. "You know i don't really care if you sleep mid air. I'd just prefer to fall sleep with you in my arms sometimes"

"I know, but i hate when it happens" you replied with a small pout.

You felt his strong arm wrap around your shoulders to hold you close and you closed your eyes, resting your head on his bicep, ready to go back to sleep. "Because i like falling asleep in your arms too"

Bruce smiled again, tilting his head to kiss your forehead one more time and watched you fall asleep again within minutes, lulled by his warmth and his sweet caresses that you had missed that night.

"I know my love"

DICK

Dick was the most affectionate of the boys and this meant that at every opportunity he would stick to you like a mussel and he wasn't afraid to show it. Whether it was for a simple nap together, when you were cooking or cleaning the house, while he was watching tv with you, in the shower, when you went out... You name it. He was always glued to you. And during the night he was no exception.

Even when the temperatures were the highest he would close his arms around your body and hold you to his chest as if you were a stuffed animal that comforted him from his nightmares. And you, somehow, always managed to fall asleep, no matter how glued he was to you.

But Dick was like that and there were just a few times that you told him to let go because that was just the way he showed his affection and you appreciated him for it.

And the fact that your boyfriend was clingy meant that whatever happened to you... Well, he was there to suffer it too.

Specifically, i'm talking about when your superpowers got out of control and while that almost never happened when you were awake, the same couldn't be said for when you were asleep. Because when you were dreaming it was like your body and mind were letting go and often it happened that without realizing it you found yourself floating in the middle of the night.

Now, Dick was used to your powers and all, but the first time he witnessed your 'sleepwalking flight' he felt a little taken aback. But he remembers it like it was yesterday.

Imagine the scene.

You and Dick were fast asleep (he was even snoring and almost drooling on your head) and of course his strong arms were around your body from behind you, holding you to his chest in a firm warm and affectionate hug even in your sleep.

At a certain point however, he had to open his eyes, awakened by that horrible feeling of a dry throat that screamed at him to get a fresh glass of water to quench his thirst. So Dick rubbed a hand over his eyes to wake up and reluctantly let go of your body to turn on the other side and get out of bed. But when he stretched his legs towards the floor...

Dick's eyes widened and he felt like his breath was taken away for a fraction of a second when he realized he wasn't lying on his soft bed but floating right above it, blanket included.

"Oh fuc- Woahh!"

And before he could react, he fell down with a cry. Luckily his fall was softened by the bed itself, but that didn't stop him from rolling onto the floor with a heavy thud. That and his scream were enough to wake you up too and after you woke up with a start, abruptly interrupting your dream, you fell too but your trajectory allowed you to land on the matress unlike your boyfriend.

Dick still sitting on the floor, groaned in pain and then he sharply turned to you.

"Baby!" he exclaimed in surprise. "What was that??"

The lamp on your nightstand turned on and then he heard you get off the bed and walk quickly to his side and then he saw you crouch down in front of him.

"Oh my god Dickie i'm so sorry!" you looked at him worriedly, placing one hand on his cheek and the other on his head, making him tilt it to see if there were any bruises. "Are you hurt??"

Dick waved a hand with a small, pained smile. "Nah, i'm fine. I've been through worse. Just... What just happened?"

You let out a small sigh and let yourself fall backwards, sitting on the floor. "My powers. It happens to me sometimes when i'm sleeping, especially when i'm having particularly weird dreams or nightmares. My parents told me i've been doing it since i was little"

He nodded in understanding. "Oh. I see"

You looked down, feeling sorry and embarrassed by what had happened.

"Forgive me, i forgot to tell you. I didn't mean for you to get hurt, honey. Are you sure you're really okay?"

Dick nodded again, forgetting the pain to give you his classic dazzling smile. "It's okay, sweetheart, really. These are things i have to get used to if i want to be with someone with superpowers"

And you giggled fondly, leaning forward to give him a couple of affectionate kisses on the temple.

"I guess that's the price you have to pay for clinging to me all the time, huh?" you murmured against his skin and he placed his hands on your waist to keep you close to him.

"I guess it is"

JASON

Jason was big and bulky but he was a light sleeper and since he was also very protective of you, he was always alert in case something happened during the night.

In fact, the slow movement of his arm that was rising against his will was enough to disturb him from his sleep. Jason opened his eyes but did not worry about being possessed by some strange demon. He sighed when he saw what was happening next to him. Or rather, above him.

"Babyyy" he moaned with a heavy yawn, but he received no response from you who were still sound asleep.

Immediately the hand of his arm that was rising and sliding from its position around your back, reached out to grab your wrist before you could rise too high for him to reach while still lying down. When you felt his warm palm touch you, you woke up too and when you opened your eyes you saw Jason dragging you down towards him, making you return to his side in the same place where you had fallen asleep a few hours ago.

"Where did you think you were going mh?" your boyfriend asked, his voice still thick with sleep, wrapping his muscular arm around your back (again) and pulling you close.

"Sorry" you muttered slightly embarrassed in the darkness of the room, snuggling against his shoulder.

It wasn't that you were new to floating during the night, but it wasn't something you were always proud of in his presence.

"'S okay" he replied, tilting his head to nuzzle yours and plant a kiss on it, while he closed his eyes, ready to go back to sleep. "But if you want to go for a fly, at least let's do it together"

And you smiled, closing your eyes as well while your hand automatically went to rest on his chest.

"Sure"

TIM

Tim wasn't known for being a big sleeper. And you hated more than anything to be the one ruining the few hours of sleep he could afford, disturbing him with your powers when you started floating in the middle of the night without your control.

But Tim was a sweet soul and he always reassured you by telling you that it was not a bother for him if he slept in the air rather than on the bed. He would sleep anywhere, even on the floor and even for just five minutes, just to be with you.

"Are you really sure it's not a problem for you?" you asked again, looking at your boyfriend with uncertain eyes.

Tim lifted his head from your chest, returning your gaze with a sleepy one, already half asleep mostly thanks to the effect of your hand caressing his hair, while the other was resting on his back.

His arms dangled in the air falling on both sides of your body, while his legs remained comfortably resting on yours. Luckily Tim, even though he was well trained, didn't have a body as large as Jason or Bruce, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground.

"Babe" he replied and his exasperated look gave way to a slight smile. "For the umpteenth time, yes. It's not a problem"

"But what if you move and fall to the floor? Or what if I move and make you fall to the floor?"

"We're not that high up" Tim sighed, glancing at the bed below you and then looking back at you. "You're talking to Red Robin, if i fall i can handle it"

"But-"

Tim shushed you by leaning in to give you a small kiss on the lips and of course you returned it, letting yourself go and forgetting your worries for a few seconds, while your hand in his hair slid down to his cheek.

"No more 'buts'. I promise you nothing will happen" he continued when he pulled away. "And you know i don't sleep much anyway, so if i were to fall i'd notice"

"Hmm" you muttered still uncertain. "Okay... If you're sure"

Tim gave you a smile and settled more comfortably, resting his head back on your chest and closing his eyes. One of your hands caressed his back with your fingertips and you rested your chin on his hair.

"But please, wake me up if something happens" you added and you felt him nod slowly against you.

"Mh, will do. 'Night babe"

"Goodnight Timmy"

DAMIAN

You and Damian were sleeping peacefully in your bed, him in front of you with an arm on your shoulders pulling you against his body and your arms tightly wrapped around his slim waist, while one of your legs was trapped between his.

Damian had fallen asleep lulled by your breaths against his collarbone, but like Jason he was always alert during sleep, no matter what time it was. In fact, when he suddenly felt your bodies start to rise in the air he slowly opened his eyes but he didn't panic or get scared, knowing perfectly well what was happening. And above all who was making it happen.

Damian laid his eyes on you with a loving gaze, admiring you despite the darkness. He found it funny that despite your intertwined bodies were literally floating a couple of meters away from the bed, you continued to sleep deeply as if nothing had happened. He even saw your lips curve upwards and he also smiled tenderly in turn, wondering who knows what you were dreaming of to smile like that.

Damian then noticed that you and him were getting closer and closer to the ceiling as you floated upwards. But before your head or his could hit it, he raised an arm to rest his hand against the ceiling, stopping the movement in mid-air. The other hand that was on your shoulders instead, slid up until it reached your head, covering it with his palm in a protective way.

Oh if you had been awake to see it your heart would have fluttered with joy and Damian knew that too. He cared for you in every way, both with the little things and the more heroic ones, as he had learned in his life as Robin.

Due to the impact of his palm against the ceiling it was as if your body bounced like a balloon and went back down, continuing to drag Damian with you until you finally stopped in mid-air. He reached out to your face to stroke your forehead with his thumb.

"Beloved" he murmured.

Just hearing him call your name once, accompanied by the lovely feeling of his finger rubbing against your skin, woke you up. You squeezed your eyes and then opened them, looking at your boyfriend with the typical expression of a child just disturbed from his nap.

"Mmh, what is it Dami?"

Damian gave you a smile while continuing to caress you, while you felt your eyelids still drooping from tiredness.

"You're doing it again" he simply said.

There was silence for a few seconds. And then without saying anything both of your bodies began to descend, until you gently rested on the bed again. Damian felt you wiggle in his arms while you tried to get comfortable against him and even closer if possible, looking for his body heat.

"Sorry" you muttered, pressing your face into the hollow between his neck and shoulder. "I promise i won't do it again... 'Swear..."

And a few seconds later your breathing against his skin became heavier. You had fallen asleep again, without any difficulty.

Damian's emerald eyes looked at you amused while his hand found its favorite place on the back of your head, his fingers caressing you affectionately. Because that wasn't the first time you told him you wouldn't do it again and he knew it wouldn't be the last either.

"I count on it beloved"

DUKE (i added him too because i felt bad leaving him out😔)

The alarm clock on his nightstand went off and he reached out to turn it off. When Duke opened his eyes and turned to you with a sleepy smile, he thought he would find your angelic still sleeping face to greet him. But his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he noticed that you were not on your side of the bed.

"Uh... Weird" he thought.

Because he was usually the first one of you to wake up and it always took him a good few minutes to get you out of bed. Could that be the first time you had gotten up before him and had already made breakfast? Was it perhaps a special day?

Duke smiled amusedly, but then he noticed another detail. Your pillow was in its right place, but the large blanket you shared was gone.

"That's why i was cold last night..." the man muttered, after realizing that he had spent the rest of the night without a blanket. But why?

A familiar yawn from above his head caught his attention and Duke looked up. And when he saw your body floating above the bed, his heart skipped a beat.

You stirred, awakened by your boyfriend's alarm clock and the famous missing large blanket slipped from your body, falling onto the bed beneath you. You then turned to look down at him with a sweet, innocent smile.

"Good morning"

Duke let out a small, scared cry and jumped up from the bed. "L-Love! What are you doing up there!?"

You looked at him in confusion and lowered your head, finally noticing the distance from your side of the bed. "Oh... Oh crap!"

With his heart still pounding, Duke watched you calmly slide down until you were back on the ground. You then gave him an embarrassed smile.

"Um, surprise?"

Duke walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Are you okay??" he asked still scared, looking you up and down. "I thought you were... Possessed or something!"

You chuckled, waving a hand. "What are you talking about, Duke? It was just my powers"

He seemed to relax. He knew about your powers, but he never expected to see something like that.

"Oh..." then he sighed in relief. "Thank goodness. It was unexpected, you almost gave me a heart attack"

You gave him a sorry smile, taking his hand to comfort him.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to scare you. I completely forgot to tell you that sometimes while i sleep i lose control of my powers and start flying. It's been happening to me since i was little. Imagine what would happen if i slept in the open air"

He also finally laughed and he hugged you and you felt his body relax under your palms.

"How about i make breakfast to make up for it, mh?" you then asked and he nodded with a big smile.

"I'd really like that"

[mieisunki]

wanna attention

alt: when enhypen wants attention from you

ot7 x female!reader warnings: fluff i feel like jay's is soo much shorter than the rests, but his is my favorite...

masterlist

heeseung:

heeseung was a wild card. sometimes, he was completely okay if you weren't able to show him attention. he understood completely that sometimes you were busy. other times, he was similar to jake in a way that he wouldn't let you do anything without him.

today was the later of those. as soon as he stepped through your door, he was attached to your side like a magnet. normally you didn't mind, but today was the day you were supposed to go out with some friends for lunch. he was devastated when you told him this.

you told him you wouldn't be more than a couple of hours, and he was more than welcome to stay at yours until you got back. and while he didn't say anything, you could tell he wanted you to stay with him. the whole time you were getting ready he was at your side, arms draped over your shoulders and his head nestled in your neck.

you made him sit on the bed while you got dressed, and as soon as you stepped out of your closet, his hand grabbed your wrist. with one soft pull, you landed in his lap. his arms tightened around you, preventing you from moving.

"you're so pretty." he complimented you, kissing your exposed shoulder. "my pretty girl who's trying to leave me."

you laugh at his words. "it's just for a few hours."

"that's practically a lifetime." he whined, looking at you with his big eyes. "please stay with me."

you let out a sigh, never being able to say no to him. especially when he begged you. you moved your hands, pinching his cheeks and making him pout before kissing him. you felt him melt into your kiss, chasing your lips when you pulled away. "i'll tell them something came up. but you owe me food."

"deal, pretty girl." he beamed at your decision even though he knew what you were going to agree before pulling you into another kiss. "i love you."

"i love you too, you big baby."

rest under the cut

jongseong:

jay is one of the members that, while loving your attention, can function completely fine if it's not on him. he understands that you have your life and he has his, and you're not going to be able to give him attention 24/7.

but the one time that goes out of the window is in the morning. it's the one time that neither one of you have to worry about your lives, and can just be in each other's embraces without worrying about anything.

so when he woke up, and you weren't in bed, he lost his mind.

"baby?"

"yeah." you peak your head out from the bathroom. you see him pouting at you- hair in all directions. his eyes heavy with sleep. he pats the bed next to him.

"why aren't you in bed?"

"i just had to use the bathroom. i'll be out in just a second." your answer apparently wasn't good enough because you heard shuffling before jay joined you in the bathroom. "really jay?"

"your seconds up." your legs wrap around his waist as he pick you up and carries you back to bed. he puts you back in bed before joining you, immediately wrapping his arms around you tightly, so you couldn't go anywhere. you couldn't help but smile at his actions as you relax in his embrace. he pressed a kiss to your shoulder before falling back asleep- you following right after him.

jaeyun:

clingy boy #1. jake is the most affectionate member, so he demands your attention almost around the clock. if you are at the same place, he is going to be near you the whole time- no exceptions.

he had just got done with promotions and was spending some much needed time resting at your place. you had spent the whole day in his arms, but for some reason, he was being extra clingy. you had to practically pry his hands off of you so you could go the the bathroom by yourself.

even though you were happy jake was with you, you still had chores to do around the house. so when he fell asleep while you were watching a movie, you took your chance to do some laundry. big mistake.

"yn!" you jump, dropping the basket of clothes when you hear jake yell at the top of his lungs for you. once you recover from the scare, you laugh to yourself, deciding to stay quiet to see what he does. you can hear him stomping around while looking for you. "where's my girl?"

you had just pulled the lid to the washer down when you heard the door creak open. you weren't even able to turn around before you were tackled in a hug. jake pressed a overly obnoxious kiss on your cheek. "there you are. why didn't you answer me?"

"i was busy." you answer, freeing your arm so you could turn on the washer. once the washer started going, you turned around to your pouting boyfriend. "there, i'm all yours."

he beamed down at you, pressing kisses all over your face until you were laughing and pushing him away. not like you could go far with the grip he had on you. "good. because i hear the couch calling our names."

"oh do you now?" he nodded his head at your question.

"you don't hear it? yn. jake. come cuddle. i miss you." you roll your eyes at his behavior, though you secretly loved it. you motioned to the door, giving in to what he wanted.

"lead the way."

sunghoon:

sunghoon is another one of the members that wouldn't seek out your attention very often. don't get him wrong, he does love when your attention is on him, but he's not craving it as much as others (ahm... jake).

on the rare chance that you're not giving him attention and he wants it, you know instantly that he does. he doesn't say anything. he'll just stare at you. you can be doing something in the kitchen when you feel his eyes on you from where he's sitting in the living room.

most of the time, you stop whatever you're doing and go over and join him. but there are some times that you like to tease him. you'll pretend like you don't feel him staring at you while you keep doing whatever your doing.

once he realizes that you aren't going to come to him, he'll go to you. you'll smile to yourself when you get up from his seat out of the corner of your eye. when your back is turned to him, his long arms wrap around your body. his head rests on your shoulder as he clings to you.

"hi, hoonie." you greet him before going back to your task. you don't get very far before his hands are tugging your waist, pulling you away from whatever you were doing. you turn back to look at him. "what do you need?"

"you." and how can you resist that? you lean up, pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss before holding out your hand. he immediately accepts, wrapping his fingers around yours before pulling you back to the couch where he will keep you in his arms for the next few hours.

seonwoo:

sunoo is a mixture between jay and jake. while he does understand that you can't always show him affection, he still finds himself pouting when he wants attention and you're not giving it to him. today was one of those days when all he wanted was your attention.

you had exams coming up, so all of your free time went to studying. sunoo knew this when he came over. he promised he would leave you to study- he just wanted to be near you. but just being near you wasn't good enough anymore.

you honestly didn't expect him to last as long as he did, so you weren't surprised when you felt his arms wrap around your shoulder after a few hours of him being there. "hi, my sun."

"hi, my baby." he mumbled, face smushed in the crease of your neck. "i miss you."

you let out a small laugh. "i've been here the whole time."

"it's not the same." he flushed.

"if you wanted some attention, you should've just asked." you tell him. "i don't mind taking some breaks for you."

his head popped up from your shoulder so fast- eyes bright in excitement. "really?"

and that's how you ended up spending the rest of the afternoon binge watching your guys favorite show. it wasn't fully sunoo's fault. as soon as you laid your head on his chest, you knew you weren't moving anytime soon.

jungwon:

clingy boy #2. this boy loves your attention. he craves it. still not as bad as jake though. most of the time though, you give him all the attention he wants. on the off chance you're not and he wants it, be prepared because he will not let you go.

you were getting ready to go the the grocery store when jungwon entered your apartment. once he realized you were getting ready, he stood in the doorway with a pout on his face. "where are you going?"

"i need groceries." you answer, giving him a kiss before moving to finish getting ready.

"can i come with you?"

"of course, wonnie."

so here you were, shopping for food with your boyfriend glued to your side- literally. he was holding the basket with one hand, and the other one was wrapped around your shoulder- preventing you from going more than 2 inches away from him. the only time he let go of your shoulder was when you needed something from a higher shelf.

once you told him you had everything, he had you in line faster than you could blink. you look up at him with a teasing smile. "is there a reason why you want to go home so bad?"

he rested his head on your shoulder, so he could whisper in your hear. "i want cuddles."

"what was that?" you hummed. "i couldn't hear you."

"yn..." he whined your name, no liking your teasing. you turn around, kissing his pouting lips before smiling.

"i'm just messing with you. we'll cuddle as soon as we get home. but you have to put up the groceries."

he smiled, giving you another kiss. "deal."

riki:

riki was similar to sunghoon. most of the time, your attention was already on him, so he never had to ask for it. but today, you had just gotten a new book, and had refused to put it down since you got it.

riki watched you read, hoping you would catch on that he wanted your attention. but you didn't. you just kept on reading- forgetting he even existed (his thoughts not yours).

he then tried a new technique. he sat next to you with a huge sigh. "what does that book have that i don't?"

"what do you mean?" you chuckle, knowing exactly what he means. you stop reading, but you don't look up at him- loving when he acts like this.

"you haven't even looked at me since you got it." you finally looked over at him. his eyes brightened as he met your gaze.

"are you starving for my attention?"

"well, i wouldn't say starving..." he scratching the back of his neck- face flushing pink. you closed your book before leaning over and pinching his cheek. he swatted your hand away. "stop that."

"stop what, ki? i'm giving you attention." you laughed as he glared at you. you leaned back in your seat, opening your arms for him. he smiled before laying on top of you. you ran your hands through his hair when he laid his head on your chest. "better?"

"much."

[mejaemin]

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so hot… - yoon jeonghan

wc: 0.6k summary: jeonghan’s new haircut is so attractive that it woke you right out of your sleep! warnings: fluff, jeonghan baby talking reader (i KNOW he would do this nobody can tell me otherwise), the haircut 👅 an: this hair cut has me feeling 1,000 feelings at once

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you’re not even awake right now. you’re completely delirious, to the point where your eyes are barely open, your hands shaking with the feeling of getting up so abruptly, not even getting a chance to get rid of the drool on your cheek. you felt your bedroom lights turn on, and through the one eye you cracked open, all you saw was something different about your boyfriend, and that alone was enough to get you on your feet.

the whine that fell from your lips paired with your disheveled self stumbling across the bedroom definitely caught him off guard with the way his eyes widened, cheeks a little pink as he opened his arms for you.

“hey angel..” he chuckles, smirking at the way you run your hands through his cropped hair, still in your sleep addled daze. “it’s nice, hm?”

you don’t say anything, very overwhelmed in the moment. it was definitely a mistake to get up like that, your head aching a bit and your heart beating out of your chest due to using energy you hadn’t gotten yet. you dip your head into the crook of his neck, pressing your lips to it as a response. he’s so warm, and you don’t know if you’re alive or sleeping against him, but you’re so comfortable that you feel like sleeping standing up.

“you’re still so sleepy, aren’t you, baby?” you don’t even need to see his face to know he’s pouting at you, always having an urge to baby talk you all the time.

you’re so tired that all you can do is whine, bringing yourself a little closer to him. his hands find your waist, rubbing circles that are so soothing he’s really not helping your case. his lips find the top of your head, and you stay like that for a few minutes until you eventually end up actually falling asleep.

it’s only seconds before you wake up again, gentle hands pushing hair out of your face. your eyes open barely a crack, and jeonghan’s looking down at you with the sweetest lovestruck look in his eyes. you open your own a little wider, and then fully upon remembering his new haircut, smiling to yourself at the sight.

“ ‘s so nice, hannie… so hot..” it’s not even on purpose, but your face is so puffy from sleep that you have a natural pout on your lips, and it only makes your boyfriend coo at you even more.

“thank you so much, angel. now why don’t you go lay back down, okay? i’ll join you in a moment, i just need to undress.” he gently leads you back to your shared bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin before turning away.

he sets his glasses on his nightstand before making his way to the closet. on the way he pulls off his sweatshirt, nothing underneath because what’s the point? you’re falling in and out of consciousness as you watch him get undressed, fair skin completely on display and so beautiful that it keeps you tethered to the living world. a quick glance at the time tells you it’s nearly midnight, jeonghan’s “date” with seungcheol going late into the night.

finally, in nothing but a pair of boxers, he flicks the bedroom light off and crawls into bed next to you. pulling you into his chest, you’re able to finally relax and go back to sleep, not without letting him know one last thing.

“i love it, hannie, love you.. your hair.. want you so bad..” you mumble into his chest.

he chuckles, running a hand up and down your hip. “okay, angel. we’ll see about that in the morning,”

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svt 🏷️ @coquettejunnie

[tywrites]

secrets that you keep (talking in your sleep) | mateo manta

pairing: mateo manta x gn!reader

word count: 1,267

warnings: implied smut, wet dreams, dry humping

a/n: i need this blanket viscerally. hope you fellow blanket fuckers enjoy <3

part 2

It wasn’t a rare scenario to find you in. Curled up on the couch, wrapped up in your fuzzy, yellow blanket ­- the TV on a low volume in the background, playing some overdramatic reality show. The only difference, however, was that you were sleeping.

You didn’t often fall asleep on the sofa, especially after receiving the dateviators. Knowing that every object in your house was sentient honestly made you feel quite self-conscious a lot of the time. You didn’t even want to think about going to the bathroom. Sleeping on Betty was still a bit new to you but she was so chill about it that it didn’t bother you as much. But you didn’t know Koa super well yet. Sleeping on him felt a bit… awkward.

But here you were, soft snores leaving your mouth as you laid in your slumber. The most awkward part of it was that you’d left your dateviators on. They were slightly slid down your nose, but still working. Since you’d been hanging out with Mateo, you’d had them on to be able to converse with him. But now, your head was slumped on his shoulder, the soft material of his duvet jacket acting as a perfect pillow.

Mateo didn’t mind in the slightest. He actually thought it was adorable, gazing on your sweet, sleeping form with a small smile. He gently brushed the hair away from your face, his hand stilling as you shifted. He definitely didn’t want to wake you up. After a moment, you stopped moving, now cuddled into Mateo’s chest as your own rose and fell in even, relaxed breaths. He chuckled at how clingy you seemed to be in your sleep.

“Wow, mi vida,” he said softly. “Guess the inanimals really took it out of you today,”

You’d both had a pretty busy day. All of the inanimals had needed grooming, Sinclaire had dropped off a pretty hyper Sudsy, and Davi had even done his usual disappearing act again. All in all, quite a chaotic time for you both. Mateo of course was kinda used to it. But you? Not so much.

Mateo very cautiously shifted your positions, taking great care not to disturb your rest as he moved you both to a reclining position on the sofa. He propped himself up against the arm, allowing you to lie fully down on top of him, your face snuggled against his chest. Pure comfort. He sighed in content, allowing himself to enjoy this small moment of peace with you. His eyes closed and for a second, he wondered if he could afford to take a quick nap himself.

His eyes shot open as a curious noise broke through the silence.

He looked down at you, a bit confused. He swore he’d heard you speak.

He waited.

Nothing.

With a small frown, he closed his eyes.

There it was again! It was definitely coming from you. Only, it didn’t sound like words. He observed your sleeping form, silently waiting for it to happen again.

“Mmm…”

Oh.

Oh.

A flush settled on his cheeks, turning his face a rosy red. Maybe he was wrong. You couldn’t be… moaning. Right? You’d fallen silent once again, your face burying itself even deeper into his plush chest. Once in the desired position, you let out a satisfied sigh. He tried his hardest to calm his racing heartbeat. Chill, Mateo. He told himself. You’re clearly imagining things. They wouldn’t be-

“Ohh.. fuck,”

He bit his lip as you let out another moan, louder this time and slightly muffled into his chest. Yeah, he definitely wasn’t imagining this. He suddenly felt kind of creepy, as if he was completely invading your privacy. He would never, ever, under any circumstances, want to make you uncomfortable. And if you knew what he was hearing right now… Mateo felt conflicted.

The noises were becoming more frequent and you seemed to be having a very… pleasing dream. He didn’t want to wake you up… You’d been working so hard today and you really deserved the rest! But you also deserved privacy. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for the pure awkwardness that would fill the room after he woke you up.

He didn’t get that chance.

“Mm… fuck yes… Mateo please,”

He froze. Did you… did you just say his name? Blood pounded in his ears, his cheeks heating up adorably. You whined in your sleep, biting your lip subconsciously as you began to grind your hips against him, searching for any kind of stimulation you could find. All the while, you whimpered out the most erotic noises Mateo had ever heard. He couldn’t believe you were still asleep.

Mateo could barely think straight, the noises you were making going straight to his head. And… straight to somewhere else. His body ran hot when he realised just how tight his usually comfy sweatpants had gotten. His cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“Mi amor, you’re gonna be the death of me...”

He had no idea what to do. Hearing you whine his name like that… It was insanely difficult for him to hold back from waking you up to hear exactly what your dream was about. He tried to take deep, calming breaths, raking a hand through his messy locks. But then, a thought struck him. The others; his fellow objects. They could probably hear you right now. I mean, you guys were literally laying on Koa. The idea of that, of them knowing how badly you wanted him… god, it drove him crazy.

You were still going at it, practically humping his thigh at this point. He honestly couldn’t stand it any longer. If you didn’t wake up soon, he’d be giving you one hell of a wake up call.

“Mateo, I need you… please,”

Ay dios mío, the way you were begging so sweetly for him – it drove him crazy. He felt like he was ready to burst. You two had never actually… done anything before. Your relationship was sweet, romantic and caring. Not that he’d never wanted to! It was kind of an awkward thing to bring up and you both were always so busy. But knowing that you’d been dreaming about it… god, he needed you too. Badly.

He gently placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb slowly stroking it, attempting to coax you from your deep slumber. He knew you slept better when you were with him, but he’d never seen you so deep in your sleep. It didn’t take too long to wake you, your eyes slowly fluttering open, blinking in the light of the TV.

“Fuck, did I fall asleep?” you asked hoarsely, rubbing at your eyes.

He chuckled nervously. “Yeah, you did. That tired, huh?”

You smiled up at him. “Must’ve been…” You yawned, stretching your arms. “God, I had the best dream,”

His eyes widened, looking at you curiously. Did… did you know you were talking in your sleep?

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it was…” You trailed off, a subtle blush rising to your cheeks. “...good, really uh, good,”

He couldn’t hold back the knowing chuckle. “Uh huh, I could tell…”

You looked at him, confusion evident in your eyes. It was only when he purposely rolled his hips up against your own that you realised what he’d meant. The hardness pressed against you left very little to the imagination. Your mouth dropped open and your body burned all over.

“H-how… how did you…”

He smirked, cupping your chin with a soft but firm hand.

“Anyone ever tell you that you talk in your sleep?”

[strayingawayy]

flu blues...

...the one where chan gets sick and feels guilty about not being able to attend fan call events so you take it upon yourself to make him feel better <3 (warnings: soup and being sick)

the moment chan cracked open the door, his glassy eyes peeked out, paired with a sheepish sniffle. his voice was a hoarse whisper.

“hey…”

you stepped inside, arms full of essentials: soup, medicine, and the fluffiest blanket you could find. “hey? that's all i get? you’re sick, not on a secret mission.”

chan attempted a chuckle but dissolved into a coughing fit. you guided him back to the couch where he’d apparently been living. strewn tissues, half-empty mugs of tea, and a laptop with an endless chain of apology drafts to STAYs littered the coffee table.

“before you start. yes, i postponed the fan calls,” he said, groaning as he sank into the cushions. “and yes, i feel awful about it. worse than this flu, probably.”

you gave him a pointed look, placing a hand on his forehead. “chan, your temperature is higher than what jeongin told me when he called me to come over. the fans will live. you, however, need soup.”

he pouted, rubbing his nose with a tissue. “but-”

“no buts,” you interrupted, already ladling soup into a bowl. “you’re not running the world today. you’re barely running your sinuses.”

“wow, poetic.” he sniffled, pulling the blanket around himself. “but i can’t just sit and-”

“chan,” you said, holding up a spoonful of soup. “open up or i’m force-feeding you like a toddler.”

he blinked at you, bewildered, before reluctantly opening his mouth. “this feels degrading.”

“you’re lucky i don’t have one of those airplane spoons,” you quipped, and he snorted mid-swallow.

the day went on like that: you making him rest while he grumbled about the pile of work awaiting him. at one point, he tried sneaking his laptop back onto his lap, only for you to confiscate it.

“let me remind you of something,” you said, holding the laptop hostage. “resting isn’t slacking off. it’s so you can be 100% when you do work. your body’s not a machine.”

chan groaned, flopping back into the couch. “i hate it when you’re right.”

“get used to it,” you replied smugly.

despite his guilt, chan’s mood brightened as the evening wore on. you caught him smiling as you made exaggerated commentary during a rerun of a cheesy action movie. his hoarse laugh filled the room when you made fun of the villain's over-the-top monologues.

by bedtime, his eyes were drooping, exhaustion finally winning. you tucked the blanket around him one last time.

“you’re amazing, you know that?” he mumbled sleepily, his voice softer now.

“yeah, i know,” you teased, ruffling his hair. “now sleep, my star.”

as you turned to leave, his hand reached out weakly, catching yours. his fingers were warm against yours, soft despite the roughness of his usual work.

“stay?” he murmured, eyes half-lidded and a little dazed. “just… for a bit?”

your heart softened immediately. you climbed onto the couch beside him, letting him curl into your side like a sleepy cat. his head found its place on your shoulder, and you pulled the blanket over both of you.

“wait actually you shouldn't. what if you fall sick too-” he mumbled again, his words slurring as he drifted further into sleep.

“and then i'll let you take care of me,” you whispered, smiling as you pressed a kiss to his temple. “now hush, or i’ll start charging for my services.”

chan let out a contented sigh, his breaths evening out as he fell completely asleep. the domestic stillness of the room wrapped around you like a second blanket, and you couldn’t help but feel at peace.

taking care of him like this felt as natural as breathing, as natural as being home.

[gf2bellamy]

Hello!

Can I please request Spencer waking up in the middle of the night because he had a nightmare that the reader got badly hurt by the unsub and either he sees her next to him and just hugs her tightly which wakes her up or he sees that her side of the bed is empty because she's in the kitchen or something and he panics and then just crushes her in a hug - either way, reader is just comforting him after a nightmare?

hold — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: spencer being slightly panicked , no explicit mention of his nightmare but its implied that reader was hurt a/n: hiii !! loved this idea and i hope you like this <3

Spencer shot up in bed, his chest heaving. His heart pounded in his chest, the rhythm erratic and loud in the otherwise silent room.

The only source of light was the small, soft glow from the lamp on his nightstand, a gift you had given him for his birthday.

He turned his head to the side, expecting to find you there.

But the space beside him was empty.

His breath hitched, and without thinking, he threw the covers off and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He stumbled toward the bedroom door.

His mind was still clouded, the fog of sleep and fear making it hard to think clearly. He moved on instinct, driven by a need to find you, to make sure you were okay.

The sound of movement in the kitchen reached his ears, and he followed it like a lifeline. 

When he stepped into the kitchen, he saw you standing by the counter, your back to him. The sight of you, safe and unharmed, made his chest tighten with relief.

Without a word, he crossed the distance between you in a few quick strides and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. You let out a small gasp, startled by the sudden contact, but he didn’t let go. His grip was firm, almost possessive, as if he were afraid you might slip away if he loosened his hold even a little. 

It had only been an hour since Spencer fell asleep. You weren't able to fall asleep so fast, which is why you had been making yourself some tea.

 “Spencer?” you asked softly. You reached down to touch his arms, feeling the tension in his muscles, the way his hands trembled slightly against your stomach.

He didn’t answer right away, instead burying his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his heart still racing from the adrenaline coursing through him. 

 “You’re okay,” he mumbled, his voice muffled against your shoulder. The words were more for himself than for you, a reassurance that the nightmare wasn’t real, that you were here, safe in his arms.

His lips brushed against your neck as he spoke, and you could feel the faintest tremor in his body. 

You turned slowly in his embrace, your hands moving to his shoulders as you faced him. But before you could say anything, he pulled you close again, his arms tightening around you. His face found its way back to your neck.

You didn’t push him away or ask what was wrong. Instead, you let your hands drift up to his back, your fingers gently brushing over the fabric of his shirt in slow, soothing circles. 

 “Yeah, I’m okay,” you murmured, your voice soft and steady. You pressed a kiss to the side of his head, your lips lingering for a moment. “I’m here.” 

For a while, the kitchen was enveloped in silence, broken only by the soft sound of your hands moving in slow, soothing circles across Spencer’s back.

You didn’t let go, not even for a second, as you felt his breathing gradually even out. His face was still buried in the crook of your neck, his warm breaths brushing against your skin, and you could feel the faint tremble in his body beginning to subside. 

When you were sure he had calmed down enough, you finally spoke, your voice soft and gentle, as if you were afraid of startling him.

“Nightmare?” you asked, your hand drifting up to brush through his messy hair for a moment, your fingers tangling lightly in the strands. You kept your tone light, but there was an underlying concern that you couldn’t quite hide. 

Spencer pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you. His eyes were wide as if he were trying to convince himself that you were really there, that you were safe. His gaze roamed over your face, taking in every detail.

For a moment, he didn’t speak, his lips parting slightly as he struggled to find the words. Then, finally, he let out a shaky breath, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah. You—he just got to you, and I… I couldn’t do anything. And you—” His voice broke, and he closed his eyes tightly, as if trying to block out the images that were still fresh in his mind. 

Your heart ached at the pain in his voice, at the way his hands tightened around you.

You reached up, cupping his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing gently over his cheeks. “Spencer,” you said softly, your voice reassuring. “I’m here. I’m okay.” You pulled him into another hug, this time wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him close. Your fingers lightly traced the nape of his neck.

Spencer let out another shaky breath, his arms tightening around your waist as he buried his face in your shoulder once more, clinging to you.

For a moment, he just stayed like that. But then, slowly, he let go, his hands sliding away from your waist as he took a small step back. 

“Why weren’t you in bed?” he asked, his voice soft but tinged with a hint of worry. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, pushing it back from his face, before brushing his fingers over his eyes.

 “Couldn’t fall asleep,” you admitted with a small shrug, leaning back against the counter behind you. Your arms crossed loosely over your chest as you watched him, your expression still tinged with concern.

“So I thought I’d make some tea. You sure you’re okay?” you asked again, your voice gentle.

 Spencer didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached for you again, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you closer, closing the small distance between you. Your hands instinctively moved to rest on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart beneath your palms.

He let out a slow breath, his eyes closing for a moment as if he were trying to steady himself.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he said finally, his voice quiet. He opened is eyes again, looking at you with so much softness. “Just… needed to make sure you were okay.” 

You smiled softly at him, your thumbs brushing lightly over his chest. “I’m okay,” you reassured him, your voice warm. “Do you want to go back to bed?” 

Spencer hesitated for a moment, his hands still resting on your waist. His fingers flexed slightly against your sides.

But then he nodded, his lips curving into a small, tired smile. “Yeah,” he agreed quietly, his voice soft and a little rough around the edges. “Bed sounds good.” 

You gave him a reassuring smile, your hands dropping from his chest to gently take one of his in yours. His fingers laced through yours almost instinctively.

You left your half-finished tea cup on the counter, the steam still curling lazily into the air, and led him back toward the bedroom.

When you reached the bed, you pulled back the covers and climbed in, scooting over to make room for him. Spencer followed without hesitation.

“Come here,” you murmured. 

He didn’t need to be told twice. Spencer let out a breath and melted into you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he tucked his head into the curve of your neck. You ran your fingers through his curls.

"I'm here," you whispered again, pressing a soft kiss into his hair. "You're safe. We both are." 

His grip on you tightened slightly, and after a few moments, his breathing finally began to slow, the tension in his body easing bit by bit. 

And this time, when he closed his eyes, sleep came easier. 

[breadbrobin]

call it what you want

luke castellan x reader — percy jackson and the olympians

[fem!daughter of aphrodite reader]

summary: he fell first, you fell harder, and all at once.

warning: tooth-rotting fluff. literally i think that’s it it’s just sickeningly cute

word count: 2.1k

(the luke brainrot is so real i wrote this at like 4am last night plsss)

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luke castellan thought you could have hung the stars in the sky. he wouldn’t know any different, nor would he care to find out. in his mind, you were perfect. the most perfect, in fact.

there was one person that no one could hate at camp, and that was you. a friend to all who’d have you, a sister to those who needed you, and whatever you were to luke.

not even you understood the nature of your relationship with him.

years of friendship slowly became changed, twisted, slightly more than you’d bargained for. it was a happy change. realising you were in love with luke castellan was an ever-continuous process—a little one day, a little more another. but for luke… gods, realising he was in love with you came as easy as breathing. every smile on your lips, every laugh, every surreptitious look across rooms set his heart aflame. fluttering, dancing, swirling.

it wasn’t like you didn’t love him. you did. you surely did. but time hadn’t been kind to your heart and children of aphrodite have never been truly lucky in love. helping others achieve their loves was more common. more often than not, you and your siblings were happy with just that.

“anyone you got your eye on?” you asked one day as you sat with luke on the dock. your bare feet dangled into the water, toes just touching the cool surface.

“maybe. maybe not. when are you leaving?” he avoided the question, gazing out at the water and squinting in the glare of the sun.

“two weeks. i’m staying for my birthday this year.” you looked over at him. “you can tell me who it is, you know? i won’t laugh, i promise.”

he shot you an exasperated look. “what makes you think there is someone, princess?”

you lean over and nudge his arm teasingly, missing the blush on his face. “you’ve been distracted lately. quiet. you smile more though, and i’ve seen you blushing. who is it?”

“maybe i’m sick. what if i’m dying, y/n? then what? you’re assuming i’m in love when i’m actually dying?”

you raised your hands mockingly. “hey, you’re the one who mentioned love, pal. not me. ask yourself about that one.”

he rolled his eyes and elbowed you gently with a soft smile. his smiles were always soft, you realised. gentle and kind—two words you’d use to describe luke castellan any chance you got. you looked at him in the sunlight. and pretty, you thought. gentle, kind and pretty.

late nights were always for thinking.

you’d had trouble sleeping since you were a kid. not just the typical demigod issues with nightmares, but difficulty falling asleep in the first place. when those times struck, and the late hours before midnight slipped by, your thoughts wandered.

as always, your thoughts circled a few items; your family, your friends, then, always, luke.

he was separate to your friends, always had been. you didn’t really know why.

gentle, kind and pretty, you recalled. it had been a few days since the lake and you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about who he was in love with. was there some person out there at camp who held his heart, truly and deeply? why did your chest ache? were you having a heart attack?

you pressed your fingers to your pulse point in concern, then pulled them away after a few seconds. you were fine. why did you feel like that?

no one ever said children of aphrodite weren’t oblivious to their own feelings.

time ticked by into the small hours of the morning, and still you couldn’t find sleep.

you rolled out of bed and stepped into your slippers, pulling a fluffy robe around your body and stepping out into the warm night. the air was still and calm, a juxtaposition to your whirling mind as you crossed the camp, stepping down paths and stepping over tree roots in a manner you’d memorised from countless treks on similar nights.

the hermes cabin was always warmer than your own, but tonight the heat was almost stifling. you could feel the heat heavy in the air as you breathed, and sweat beaded on your lip as you crossed the cabin silently to luke’s bed.

he was sleeping half sitting up, a colouring book and set of pencils splayed out on his lap. it was one you’d bought him for his birthday years ago. you had no idea he even used it.

quietly, you packed away the pencils and put them and the book on the side table. as you did, luke’s eyes cracked open. he frowned.

“y/n? are you okay?” he rubbed his eyes, sitting up straight and stretching his neck.

“can’t sleep,” you whispered.

he nodded and pushed his sheets off. he pulled a sweatshirt on and led you out of the cabin.

this was normal for you both. if one couldn’t sleep, you’d find the other and keep each other company until you felt you could rest. it was always nice knowing someone was there to talk to, or even just sit with. there was never resentment, never irritation from the other person. you would always come find each other. finding each other was like second nature to the two of you. you swore you could find luke in any situation, with your eyes closed, all your senses blotted out, by instinct and connection alone. you could find luke castellan without even a second thought.

you sat on the porch of the cabin with your legs hanging over the edge. luke’s legs were crossed.

“what are we doing for your birthday?” he asked finally.

you shrugged. “nothing, probably. maybe i’ll get some cake. i don’t know.”

“you didn’t do anything last year,” he protested. “you need to this year. it’s the big 18.”

“we didn’t do much for your eighteenth.”

he shrugged. “we did more than nothing, though, pretty girl. come on, we have to do something.”

you shook your head. “you wanna do something, you can plan it, pretty boy. i don’t mind.”

he sighed dramatically, leaning back and lying down on the rough wood. “fine. i will.”

you laughed quietly and lay back next to him, staring up at the wooden overhang above you.

you could feel his body heat against your arm as it lay between you. he was like a furnace, honestly, always radiating heat. it was nice in winter, but oftentimes stifling in summer. this was not one of those times. instead, you revelled in the closeness between you and almost—selfishly, confusingly—wished you were closer. maybe even close enough to touch.

your birthday was a quiet affair. your siblings wished you happy birthday and gave you a handful of small gifts, mostly beauty products and clothes that would fit you perfectly, even a cute bikini you put on under your clothes, and then you all went on with your day.

it was nice, honestly, getting well wishes but little attention. you needed no celebration or pizzazz, just friends, smiles and the occasional hug.

arms wrapped around your waist from behind. you yelped in shock and turned around, finding yourself face to face with luke. he had a bright smile on his face and a smudge of glitter on his cheek.

you reached up and ran your finger over it, trying gently to remove some to no avail. “you have glitter.”

“i have glitter everywhere. i guess that’s what you get for asking one of my siblings for wrapped paper.” he removed his arms from your waist to reveal a poorly wrapped gift in purple glittery paper.

you laughed, taking it. “i’m surprised you haven’t got more of it on you.”

“oh, believe me, princess, i do.” he cringed, stepping back slightly. “happy birthday.”

you smiled up at him and opened the present, ignoring the glitter sticking to your hands and the warmth in your chest and cheeks.

he thought you looked like the sun had come down to earth.

it was a colouring book and a set of pencils. you smiled widely and flipped through the pages, revealing beautiful art. “you remembered i wanted one?”

“yeah, mostly because you kept stealing mine to colour in,” he teased. “but of course i did.”

you reached out and hugged him. “thank you, luke!”

“come on,” he pulled back and took your hand. “present isn’t done yet.”

“what have you planned?” you groaned half-heartedly as he pulled you through camp, jogging slightly to keep up with his long strides.

“don’t sound so scared, princess, it’s a good thing. i promise.”

you just sighed with a smile and let him lead you to the dock.

there was a small basket at the end of it.

you gasped excitedly. “luke, you…”

“happy birthday, y/n.” he sat down and pulled you gently down to sit next to him. he opened the the picnic basket and handed you a sandwich and a mini juice box with a bashful grin. “i would’ve sprung for coke but mr d. has a monopoly on the stuff around here.”

you laughed slightly and began eating, sitting cross-legged and looking out at the lake. the sun beat down on your back and your entire body felt warm. you suddenly weren’t sure how much of that warmth was from the sun, and how much of it was from love.

love.

whoa.

you froze with your juice box halfway to your lips.

luke looked over at you. “you okay?”

you nodded slowly, eyes wide, and set down your juice and sandwich. “i wanna swim.”

he frowned. “okay? now?”

you nodded and stood up. you were wearing your new bikini anyway, so you just pulled your shirt over your head and dropped your shorts next to it. “you coming?”

his eyes were slightly wide, but he nodded and stood up, setting his food down too and removing his over clothes.

you sat down on the dock and slid into the water. it was cold, but more refreshing than shocking. you swam out a few paces as luke jumped in directly, the splash hitting you.

“luke!” you gasped as he surfaced.

he just laughed. “sorry, princess. you’re in the water anyway.”

you pouted at him, but couldn’t stay mad, instead, you watched him as he floated a few feet from you.

he looked confused. “are you okay? was it the sandwich?”

you shook your head. “the sandwich was fine. i’m just…” you pursed your lips and swam slightly closer. “was it me?”

he frowned even deeper. “was what you?”

“when i asked you the other day, you said you were in love with someone. was it me?”

you felt a little bad for putting him on the spot as he looked away, abashed, but when he looked back at you, eyes strong and jaw set, and said, “yes,” you didn’t regret a thing.

“why?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

“why not?” he shrugged. “why does the sun shine? why does the wind blow? just because that’s the way things are. and i guess… yeah, me being in love with you is the way it is.”

you were silent for a moment, a small smile on your face. “well, that’s good then. i’m not sure how long this has actually been a thing, luke castellan, but i guess that me being in love with you is also… just the way it is.”

he swam slightly closer, a smile breaking across his face. gentle, kind, pretty. “yeah?”

“yeah, pretty boy. now kiss me. it’s my birthday, after all.”

“yes ma’am,” he grinned. one of his hands slid around your waist, warm as ever in the cold water, and he pulled you closer to him. he savoured the moment for a beat, just studying your face, memorising the look in your eyes, the sun on your skin and the soft smile on your lips. then he pressed his lips to yours.

you finally understood what people meant when they said ‘fireworks’. they were right. kissing luke was like playing with fire or dancing in the rain, or watching christmas lights twinkle. it was exhilarating, sweet and safe all at the same time; pure and honest love. and he was one damn good kisser.

when he pulled away you were out of breath, treading water still. you swam backwards, pulling him with you by the hand on the back of his neck until you were in the cool shade of the dock, using it to keep you afloat. it was much colder under there, but at least now you had him to keep you warm.

[mellotunekitty]

hey so how do you think the bat boys would deal with them messaging s/o or coming into their apartment late at night to come to bed and the boys are like “I can’t sleep. Can we talk?” and s/o messages back or says after sort of wake up “I can sleep” and they fall back asleep 😂. When s/o does properly wake up hours later, s/o pulls their man in for morning cuddle, but then their mind starts working and they ask seriously, “… did you want to talk about something last night or was I dreaming it?” Or for messaging, s/o remembers and gives their boyfriend a call and is happy to be talking to them and they ask the same question over the phone “I thought I dreamt it, but I just noticed you message me and I sent that back… I was exhausted and in a deep sleep. Did you still want to talk?”? Basically s/o isn’t very good to interact with or function when they’re tired 😂? (It’s all good people staying up all night for their love of their life, but what about a s/o who’s never able too?. They fall asleep in bed and then are woken up by their boyfriend sneaking in. They frequently pass out after their boyfriend sneaks into their bed. S/o Hair a mess. “What?… oh… zzzz” would be how the boys identity probably stayed a secret for the longest time. Wouldn’t even notice the blurry mask and spandex suits in their tired state).

omg yes, as a sleepy person, i LOVE this idea!!!

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Batboys x Sleepy gn!reader

Bruce Wayne

Being home late meant low chances of having an actual conversation with you. He needed help setting up the gala for tomorrow and you guys were supposed to plan it tonight

“My love, wake up for a minute. We have to set the plans, remember.” 

You sat up for a moment, sitting next to him in bed to help him. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long seeing as you almost immediately fell asleep on his shoulder. 

He just sighed and put his laptop away, figuring you guys could plan it later or just use what you had. 

It was a bit funny though, seeing you so out of it trying to stay awake and focus on the plans. 

“And I think we should serve lemonade with the… darling? Are you listening?” “Hm? Yeah…” 

Dick Grayson 

He usually came home to you sleeping after patrol, so he figured he’d have to wake you up if he wanted to discuss tomorrow's date plans.

“Babe? Hey, wake up, I gotta talk to you…” 

It works…for a few seconds. You woke up, but mumbled something incoherent before falling back asleep. 

Dick just chuckled and shrugged it off, figuring he could just talk to you in the morning. The date wasn’t until later anyway, and sleeping beside you seemed more appealing at the moment.

“It’s okay… I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, sweetheart.” 

Jason Todd

Poor Jason couldn’t sleep at all. He tried everything from warm drinks to meditation, but nothing seemed to work. So, he called you. 

“Hey, y/n? Yeah, uhm… can I come over?” 

He got a half mumbled ‘yeah’ before heading over. Of course when he did, you were tucked in, all cute and sleepy. 

Jay slipped in next to you, snuggling against you and had the easiest time falling asleep. However, in the morning, you looked shocked, not remembering him coming in. 

“...when did you even get here?!” 

Tim Drake

It was always a 50/50 with Tim. Either he slept anytime, anywhere, or he couldn’t sleep at all. Tonight, he couldn’t sleep. So, he called you. 

“Hey, baby, I can’t sleep. Can we just uhh… talk for a while?” 

He got all warm and gushy when he heard your muffled little ‘yes’ from under your blankets. 

But he quickly realized you weren’t the best person to talk to when you were tired. You couldn’t hold a conversation at all and eventually, he found out that you sleep talk. It was a pleasant surprise to him.

“What are you saying now, hm?” “The banana… lost my hat.” “Oh, yeah, I bet.” 

Damian Wayne

The second you opened your eyes when he walked into the room as Robin, he thought he had completely blown his cover. Apparently, he didn’t. 

“Go back to bed… you don’t see anything.” 

He was shocked it actually worked, but he shouldn’t have been too surprised. He knew you’d take any and every opportunity to sleep. 

Damian hastily got out of his Robin suit and got into pajamas, sliding into bed next to you. It was a bit of a funny thought to him, the fact that you didn’t even question Robin being in your room… right? 

“I had a weird dream last night.” “About?” “I dreamt that Robin was in my room.”  

[adamsrcnan]

thinking about the set up of the apartment and how jerejean's supposed bedrooms are next to each other.

jeremy finally leaving home and sleeping in the tiny bed thinking about how conflicted he feels because he resents everything he's lost but he knows he had to leave. jean on the other side in his double bed where he's been sleeping on only one side and picturing jeremy's silhouette under the covers across from him almost every night before drifting off. both of them lying awake the entire night staring back up at the thin wall that separates them but too nervous to seek out the other. not being able to hack it after that first night. jeremy huffing and throwing off his covers, nervously checking the coast is clear with his ear to the door before stepping out into the dark. standing nervously outside jean's bedroom and going over his words about how he'll sleep on the floor it's fine hell even go get his pillow and covers. jean opening the door before jeremy can even lift his hand to knock having already made the decision to get up and ask for jeremy to join him (he'll let him have the bed and sleep on the floor it's fine). jeremy's wide doe eyes in the dark meeting jean's carefully blank yet vulnerable grey ones. both of them standing there in silence before they both say "couldn't sleep" jean's voice monotone and carefully void of emotion. jeremy's followed by a nervous laugh. jean stepping back to let jeremy enter without another word. jeremy shuffling in and looking around then turning around with a nervous hand in his hair as jean shuts the door behind him and leans back against it. jeremy being all "urm i can sleep on the floor if..." jean looking away, looking at the bed, then back at jeremy. "there's space for two" he says in french, not sure if he's more afraid jeremy might understand him or if he won't. jeremy does. his cheeks flush. he looks at the bed. looks at jean. he's never slept next to another person before. jean looks like he wants the carpet beneath them to swallow him whole, avoiding jeremy's gaze like he's said something wrong. jeremy's quick with his "sure, yeah. no lets..." jeremy walking towards the bed, pulling the covers back and getting in. it smells like jean and it makes him swallow back his heart that's suddenly drumming in his throat. jean lets him get settled before he finally forces himself away from the door. then he's climbing into bed too. they both lie still, stiff as two rods. jeremy's a little more relaxed with one arm up over his head. jean takes a few minutes to get used to jeremy's smell and warmth and then he's rolling over curling up into himself, eyes clenched shut until he forces himself to relax because it's jeremy and he let him into his bed. they lie in the silence for so long and eventually jean can practically hear jeremy's every paranoid and worried thought. he's not sure jeremy will respond to his pathetic attempt to take his mind off his family but he tries anyway. he makes a comment about their latest game. an opposing player's stupid fumble or something. it's quiet a long second before jeremy responds with something even more stupid that has jean turning around with an outraged look on his face. jeremy gets one look at him and laughs at jean taking the bait. they end up bickering back and forth about exy until jean's on his back hands waving in the air, half his words in angry french. jeremy's now curled on his side facing jean sleepily laughing and smiling at jean's venting. he falls asleep mid convo and jean looks at him a little while. his mouth open and drooling. he looks ridiculous. but then it's not long before jean's eyes are slipping shut and he's falling asleep to the sound of jeremy's heavy breathing and gentle snores right beside him...

(if they wake up closer than they fell asleep with jeremy's head practically tucked up against jean's chest and their feet a little tangled together, then it's nobody's business but their own)

[elleaitch22]

Love on Fire

Chapter 7: Peanut, Forever Carried in Love

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: This was so hard to write omg. I think it is a mix of sleep deprivation, the gravity of the content, and the hope that I can honor those who have experienced miscarriage. I hope you love it! xx Elle

Warnings: Pregnancy loss, grief, medical discussion, therapy,

Word Count: 4.1k words

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When Paige and Azzi finally left the hospital the next morning, Paige didn’t take them home. Her parents were kind enough to rent them an AirBnB for the next week. They didn’t want Azzi to have to come back to the place she’d lost her baby so soon.

“Where are we going?” Azzi questioned quietly after thirty minutes.

“Dad and Katie set up a house in Phili so you can relax.” Paige said, squeezing her thigh. “I already let Carol and Sarah know. They said you can’t come back until the 17th.”

Paige was expecting her to say something about not being able to stay away from her bakery for two weeks, and when she didn’t say anything, she got a little more concerned.

She was going to do everything she could to help Azzi get back to her normal, happy self.

Azzi didn’t say anything for the rest of the drive, just sat back and watched the trees blur until she fell asleep.

The reservation was a small cottage on the outskirts of the city. The sleepy little neighborhood looked like something out of a Hallmark movie; orange leaves dusted the sidewalks and fall décor graced porches. It was the kind of place she could see Azzi raising a baby.

Paige turned the car off and looked next to her. Azzi was deep in sleep, tension wasn’t present on her face for the first time in days, and the blonde said a silent prayer, thanking God that she could get a reprieve in her slumber.

God, she is so beautiful, Paige thought. Blue eyes traced the gentle roundness of her nose, the fullness of her cheeks, and the perfect pout on her lips. Azzi Jazlyn Fudd was proof that God existed.

She let herself look for a few more seconds before sliding her phone into her pocket and getting out of her truck. She went to unlock the front door and wasted no time looking around the rental. She just left the door cracked a little before heading back to her car.

She opened the passenger door, slowly to make sure Azzi wasn’t distrubed. With a soft click, she was able to free the woman from the seatbelt. One arm went around her back. She pulled gently until Azzi’s face met the space between her neck and shoulder. Her free arm went under her knees, and she slowly pulled her out. She took slow, gentle steps, making sure she didn’t jostle Azzi’s body too much. After she laid her best friend on the couch, she released a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

Paige walked around the house until she found a small reading nook that looked comfortable enough for her to curl up on and catch back up with life.

She pulled her phone out and went to her messages. Her notifications were flooded.

Support Staff (Unpaid)

Paige 💜: made it. thanks again!

Katie 🌻🥧: Of course, baby!

Katie 🌻🥧: There’s a delivery with clothes, toiletries, and groceries. It should be there in an hour.

Pops 🛠️🏡: Katie and Tim came over today. Do you want us to tell them?

Paige 💜: would have to talk to her first

Paige 💜: she’s sleep. not gonna bother her. will lyk tmrw

Pops 🛠️🏡: Drew and Mari?

Paige 💜: they’re fine. just tell them not to tell jose or jon til i talk w her

Katie 🌻🥧: Will do! We’re thinking of you always. Call if you need anything!

She closed out of her the group chat with her parents and switched to the one with Caroline.

Carol ✨: just checking in. miss our girl

Paigey 🤪: made it to res. will keep you posted

Then, it was on to the chat with the most unread messages. She sighed deeply, not even wanting to talk to them right now.

Station 22

She skimmed through some of the tread, but she didn’t catch most of the messages.

Flau 🎧🎤: Ayo P! U missed my best mix so far! U better bring ur ass tm!

SGA 👟: I’m winning the pushup contest. Who want second place 👀

Cam 📸🧁: Paige, can you ask Azzi if she will make some strawberry cupcakes for the next shift?

Her hands shook as she typed out her message, still not wanting to believe what happened to Peanut.

PB 🧑🏼‍🚒: azzi was ten weeks pregnant and had a miscarriage. i’m out for a week. no treats until she feels better.

DT 🧯🍷: Take as much time as you need, Paige.

Curry 👨🏽‍🍳🙏🏼: Let Azzi know we are praying for. Do what you gotta do.

Stewie 🧠👀: so sorry, p. we’ll be here when u get back

Cam 📸🧁: Tell Azzi Ray I love her! Call me if you need anything, P!

Ant 🐜💥: Damn

Phee 📝💪🏽: That’s so rough, Paige. Hoping for healing and peace.

Kea 💅🏽👑: sending healing and baby dust her way!

J 💯🧸🏁: fuck bro. so sorry

Finally, there was no one else who needed to know. Well, outside of the Fudd’s, but she wasn’t sure when Azzi would feel comfortable telling them.

She switched over to enter the tracking number for Azzi’s birthday present. Yesterday when Azzi was curled into Paige, she was able to find something she hoped would be a good birthday present for Azzi, and it was set to get here the day before her big day.

Even though it was something small, Paige wanted to bring her a little comfort, a little extra love until she felt okay again.

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Azzi woke slowly. She looked at the wood beams stretched over her head.

She was not at home.

For a second – just a second – Azzi forgot.

She forgot Peanut wasn’t growing anymore.

She forgot Peanut wasn’t in her anymore.

She forgot that she felt empty.

But then she sat up.

She sat up and liquid rushed out of her.

Her breath hitched as all the memories replayed in her brain.

The cramps. The blood. Paige. The shower. The hospital. Olivia. Paige. Bob and Katie. Paige again. Socks. Paige again. A mask. Paige again. Sleeping. Leaving the hospital. Paige again. Sleeping.

Paige was always there. Where was she now?

“Paige?” She called, voice raspy from lack of use.

The blonde came in quickly, body trying not to show how panicked she really felt. But Azzi knew her body language, her facial expressions. Azzi knew Paige better than she knew anybody.

“Hey Az. You have a good nap?” She asked gently.

Dark brows furrowed and brown eyes traced the wood grain on the floor. “When I woke up, I forgot. Everything was normal. Peanut was fine. But then I remembered.” Her breath hitched. “I feel like something’s missing, Paige.”

Paige moved towards the sofa at the crack in her voice. Her hands came up to gently cup her face, “Someone is missing, Azzi. You’re allowed to miss Peanut because they are supposed to be here.”

“I just don’t know what to do now.” She muttered, eyes glossy.

Paige’s tone was soft, but firm. “You feel whatever you’re feeling. You don’t owe anyone anything, and there’s not a handbook to teach you what to do when you lose a child, Azzi. You’re safe here. You’re safe with me, and you can let yourself break if you want.”

Azzi’s chin wobbled as she nodded. Silent tears flowed from her eyes, and Paige pulled her into her chest. And then the sobs started.

And just like she said, Azzi was safe to break down.

Paige held her through it all, pressing kisses and words into her skin.

“Let it out, Azzi.”

“I’m right here.”

“You’re the strongest person I know, Azzi Fudd.”

“You are not alone.”

“I love you, Princess.”

When the tears had subsided, Azzi laid sprawled out on top of Paige.

“I feel dirty almost.” She whispered. “Or like my body’s broken.” She paused.

Paige didn’t rush her to speak, just ran her hand up and down her spine.

“I don’t know what I’m saying or what I mean. It’s just…it’s just this feeling.” She finished.

The living room was silent for a while.

“Do you wanna take a warm shower?” Paige offered. “I can wash your hair if you want. Detangle it and everything.”

It got a small smile from the brunette, so Paige counted it as a win.

They stepped into the shower together, tension melting from their shoulders as the hot water ran over their shoulders.

Paige got to work quickly, tilting the curly hairs into the stream of warm water.

She was gentle as she worked shampoo into the strands. She was intentional about scrubbing Azzi’s scalp, but she was the opposite of rough. She sectioned the curls into four sections, working conditioner into each strand.

While the conditioner sat, Paige grabbed a cloth and got to work. She washed every inch of skin like she was cleaning the most important person in the world – well, Azzi was the most important person in Paige’s world.

She rinsed her hair and body before the water cooled. She wrapped her hair in a t-shirt, wiped the water from her body, and helped her get dressed. Azzi sat on the bed, leaning against Paige’s legs as she gently detangled her hair.

“You’re the best person I know, Paige Madison.”

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The rest of the week followed a pattern.

They woke up and went on a walk before eating breakfast at a little café down the street. Paige pressed a heating pad into Azzi’s belly while she read on the couch. They cooked lunch together because Azzi didn’t trust Paige not to set the house on fire. The blonde was on clean up duty while Azzi slept. They lounged around until dinner before going to bed and doing the same thing the next day.

Paige didn’t say anything when tears fell on Azzi’s waffles.

Azzi didn’t ask why Paige had been crying when her blue eyes were rimmed with red.

Paige didn’t hesitate to throw the peanut butter out when Azzi’s eyes got wet after she saw it.

They talked about Peanut a lot.

About if Peanut was a boy or a girl. What sport they would have played. If they were going to be a teacher’s pet or the class clown. What Peanut’s future should have been.

Azzi talked about Peanut, and Paige was thankful for that. “I feel like I may have done something. And I know Liv said that I probably didn’t, but nobody knows that for sure.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Az. We’ll get the results when we go back to the doctor next week.” Paige would reply.

“Do you really think I’ll have my own baby some day?” Azzi would whisper at night, right before they went to sleep.

“Even if I have to carry the baby myself,” Paige was always half-asleep when she answered, but they both knew she was telling the truth.

The blonde was always gentle. In the showers they took together. In the gentle way she brushed her hair. In the way she wedged a heating pad in between their torsos when Azzi’s cramps returned. In the way she told Azzi that she was enough. In the space she left for Azzi to break whenever she needed.

Azzi was so in love with her.

They spoke with Bob, Katie, or both of Paige’s parents once every day they were away. Katie helped Azzi process loss and was a listening ear when Paige needed to voice her complicated feelings without making Azzi feel guilty.

Azzi sent Caroline, KK, Ice, and Sarah a check-in text every day.

But both avoided calls from Azzi’s family until her birthday.

Azzi was standing behind Paige in the kitchen, observing as the blonde added lemon zest into the mixture for shrimp scampi. “Love Language” by SZA was cut off by Siri’s voice.

“Call from Katie Fudd.”

Azzi sighed deeply, looking at the ceiling. Before Paige could decline the call, the brunette pressed the green button.

“Hello?” She answered.

There was a brief pause. “Azzi?” Her mom’s voice came through the device.

“Azzi, where are you? You turned your location off.” Tim called.

“I’m in Phili with P.” She replied casually.

Paige’s head cocked to the side, almost like she was asking her why she was doing this.

“We were just calling to see if you were okay.” Her mom hesitated. “When do you want to do your birthday celebration?”

Azzi chuckled dryly. “I’m not celebrating with you.” She swallowed, getting frustrated. “And no, I’m not okay. My baby is dead.” She gritted out.

The line went silent. Even Paige was frozen in place.

“Azzi…” Her dad started, shock evident in his voice. “You were pregnant?”

She dropped the phone to the counter, not even caring anymore. “I was. And my baby died a week ago. I’m sure that makes you real happy. At least my baby won’t grow up without a father!”

Azzi was furious. She didn’t let her parents get a word out before she ranted.

“My baby died before I could ever hold it. And you weren’t there, but you know who was? Paige. Paige rushed home. She bathed me and took me to the hospital. She held my hand the entire time, even when they put me out, she was right there. She held me while a sobbed in the bed.” She breathed.

“I needed you there. I needed my parents, but you guys were nowhere to be found. Just angry that I was thinking about having a baby without having a husband!” She didn’t care how her words landed, but she needed someone to feel the same pain she did. Someone else needed to know the pain of losing a child. Someone who wasn’t her – wasn’t Paige.

“But you know who did show up? Bob and Katie.” She heard her parents gasp into the phone, but she didn’t give a fuck. “Yeah, Bob and Katie were at the hospital as soon as P told them. They brought Paige food. They came in and talked with me. They rented us a house in Phili so I could heal in a different space.”

Paige felt a small sense of pride knowing her family was taking such good care of her girl Azzi.

“They cared for me when you didn’t. So no. I don’t want to spend time with you for my birthday.”

She hung up the phone and leaned over the countertop, breath rapid and uneven.

“I’m proud of you, Azzi.” Paige said, wrapping her into a hug. “You did a good job standing up for yourself – for Peanut.”

She walked the duo over to the couch.

“I know we leave tomorrow, but it’s your birthday, so I couldn’t leave before giving you this.” She pulled out a shiny pink gift bag. “Happy birthday, Azzi. I hope you love it.” She finished with a whisper.

There were three black boxes in the bag. Azzi chose the skinniest, longest of the boxes.

“You got me a chain?” She giggled. Paige had never gotten her a chain before, but there’s a first time for everything.

The blonde chuckled. “Open the rest, I promise it’ll make sense!”

The next box had two bluish-green studs. The color of the earrings would complement her skin nicely.

The last box contained a ring. It was simple, but absolutely stunning. It features the same color stones as the earrings.

“It’s a promise ring.” Paige blurted. “When you started IUI, I promised you that you’d have a baby. And this week, I’ve been promising you that you will get to hold your own baby.” She continued.

“So, this ring is a promise. A promise that I will never give up on you. You will have that baby to hold.” She took the box with the ring in it. “This is alexandrite. It’s one of the birth stones for June.”

Azzi’s breath hitched and her eyes filled with tears. “For Peanut?” She gave a watery smile.

“For Peanut,” Paige nodded, taking the ring out of the box to show her the inscription.

Peanut, forever carried in love · 06.12.26

Tears streamed down her face, but Azzi was still smiling. “You’re the best person I know, Paige Bueckers.”

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The next weeks pass in a blur.

Azzi was still off the week after they got back from Philadelphia. Paige was with for the majority of the days, but she went back to the station twice that week. And each time, they sent home enough food to last until her next shift. When Paige was working, her stepmom was at her house with Azzi.

They weren’t worried about her, but they didn’t want her to have to struggle alone. And it was a good thing that Katie had been so involved because she persuaded Azzi to see a therapist.

They met on Zoom once a week. Colleen helped her process her feelings. The relief she felt once Liv called with the results. The anger she felt at whatever genetic mutation killed her baby. The anxiety she felt about being pregnant ever again. The anguish she felt thinking about different milestones with every passing week.

But her sessions were working. By week three, Azzi was baking again. Even though it was for work, not fun, she was able to push past her grief to do her job.

The real testament was during the first week of December, the fifth week since losing Peanut. Paige walked into the kitchen after a nap to discover Azzi cooking dinner at the stove.

She stood in the doorway and watched the woman she loved move around her kitchen like it was hers. Paige honestly had half a mind to tell her she was in love with her right then. Azzi was magic in the kitchen. She didn’t pick seasonings before she started. She didn’t measure anything. She didn’t even set a timer for the chicken to cook. She just moved off of sheer instinct, and Azzi already knew it would be one of the best things she’d ever made.

“Whatcha making, Az?” She pushed off the door jamb.

Azzi didn’t even look back, but Paige could hear the smile in her voice. “It’s supposed to snow tonight, so I made a soup.” She answered casually.

“Azzi, what kind of soup?” Paige whined, still a little tired after back to back shifts.

The brunette giggled. “Sausage tortellini soup.”

Paige dropped to her knees in the kitchen. “Marry me. Please. Right now.”

The light giggles turned into a cackle. “Get up, Paige. You’re so dramatic.”

“You love me this way. Or else you wouldn’t have made my favorite soup!” Paige huffed.

Azzi didn’t say anything for a bit. Her smile was small, like her own little secret. “Yeah, P. I love you exactly the way you are.”

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Azzi sat crisscross applesauce on the beanbag in Paige’s gaming room. She toyed with one of the strings on a hoodie much too big for her. The silence between the two was much longer than usual.

“Azzi, did you hear my question, or are you ignoring me?” Colleen asked, voice firm.

The curly-haired girl tossed her head back. “I like staying at Paige’s. I don’t have to be alone. She takes care of me. And she doesn’t expect me to be anything when I’m with her.”

“That’s good, Azzi. But do you think it’s sustainable to live in your best friend’s house for the foreseeable future?” Colleen was trying to get Azzi to move back into her own home, but Azzi wasn’t interested in doing that. At all.

“If Paige doesn’t mind, why should I?” Azzi shrugged.

Colleen sighed. “Why do you want to live with Paige instead of go back home?” She questioned. “Is it because of your feelings for her or something else.”

Azzi huffed, crossing her arms. “I should have never told you about my feelings for her.”

The therapist looked to the side before making eye contact with Azzi again. “With everything you say about her, I would’ve been able to figure this out in two sessions.” She smirked. “Now, tell me why you want to stay with Paige.”

The brunette was quiet for a beat. “I don’t want to be in the house where my baby died.” She whispered, fiddling with her Peanut ring.

“That’s more than understandable, Azzi.” Colleen said softly. “You’re allowed to do everything at your own pace. I just think it’s important to know why you’re doing what you’re doing.” She explained.

Azzi nodded, winding the hoodie string tight around her finger. “What if I want to try again? Try to have a baby? Does that make me crazy? Or would that mean I’m –” She paused, looking for the right word. “Disregarding Peanut?”

Colleen’s brows furrowed, but not in concern or disappointment. “Not at all, Azzi. You can try again whenever you’re ready. Having another baby doesn’t take away the love you have for your own.” She smiled. “The best part about a mother’s love is that it increases with every child she has. You’ll never run out.”

“It’s weird,” Azzi finally said. “I thought losing Peanut would make me never want to do this again.”

Colleen nodded, her expression calm and open. “And has it?”

Azzi swallowed. “No. I mean — yes. I was sure I couldn’t do it again. But I keep having these dreams with more a few kids. And now I’m thinking about them more. What they'd look like. How they’d laugh.”

“You’re still picturing the future,” Colleen said softly.

Azzi nodded, voice low. “But I’m scared. I’m scared of doing everything right and it still going wrong. I’m scared I’m not strong enough to do this again. I’m scared if I say yes to trying again and I get pregnant and I have another miscarriage, I’ll break into pieces I can’t fix.”

There was a long pause. Colleen smiled again. “Azzi, I want you to hear me when I say this. Wanting again isn’t weakness, it’s brave.”

Azzi blinked. Her eyes didn’t tear up, but something caught in her chest. “It doesn’t feel brave.”

“It rarely does,” the therapist said. “Sometimes bravery just looks like choosing to keep hoping. Even with shaky hands.”

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The walls of Liv’s office were much more encouraging and welcoming than Dr. Caldwell’s. Instead of only having a grid of brochures, there was a wall of family portraits. Seeing all of the families Liv had helped made her proud of her friend and (cautiously) excited to start fresh.

When Liv came into the exam room, she greeted Paige and Azzi with a smile. “Are you thinking about next steps?”

Azzi nodded. “Paige said that IVF is a better option if a miscarriage happens. I think I’m ready. I just... I want to know what I’d be signing up for.”

Liv pulled up a chart on her tablet. “IVF is a more involved process. You’d take injectable medications to stimulate your ovaries. It’d be everyday. And they are a lot stronger than the pills used for IUI. You’d need frequent monitoring: bloodwork, ultrasounds. Then we retrieve the eggs, fertilize them, and transfer two or three embryos back after a few days.”

“And the risks?” Azzi asked.

“There’s a small chance of ovarian hyperstimulation. Some people have bloating, headaches, mood swings. Emotionally, it’s intense. Physically, it’s no walk in the park either.”

Azzi nodded, taking that in. “And the timeline?”

“We could start with your next cycle, if you're ready.”

Azzi sat back, lips pressed together. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Liv confirmed.

“I want to talk to Paige first,” Azzi started. “But I think I want to do this. I’ll let you know in the morning.”

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The sky was already going dusky when Azzi got back home. The soft click of the door closing behind her felt like exhaling after holding her breath all day.

From the kitchen came the rhythmic sound of a knife on a cutting board. Paige stood at the counter in a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra, slicing apples into a bowl. The smell of cinnamon hung in the air.

Azzi didn’t say anything at first. She just walked into the space that had become a kind of home and watched Paige move.

“I’m ready,” she said finally.

Paige didn’t look up. “For what?”

“To try IVF.”

The knife stopped mid-slice. Paige’s hand stilled on the half-cut apple. “You are?”

Azzi took a breath. “I can’t promise I’m 100 percent ready. But Katie said no one ever is. Paige, I want this. I really want this.”

Paige turned to her then. Her voice was quiet, but her eyes were full. “Then let’s do this.” A beat.

Then softer: “Together.”

[jennwritesf1]

i sleep so i can see you | isack hadjar

requested? : yes! based on this request

summary : isack hadn’t been sleeping well, and it finally catches up to him during a race weekend, where he finds himself falling asleep anywhere you are.

disclaimers : second pov (you/your); fluff; google translated french; slightly suggestive (if you squint), not proofread

word count : 1.8k

a/n : thanks for the request! hope this lives up to what you were wanting! I did change it up just a bit, but I think it still has what you were requesting! <3

Isacks world was full of constant noise. Noise from the media. Noise from the paddock. It was just something that came with the profession, something he had to constantly deal with. Continuous noise.

Which is why he cherished the quiet moments he spent with you. When the sun had set and the city had fallen quiet. When even shared whispers seemed too loud and hushed laughs echoed in the silence. Being wrapped in your arms, listening to the rhythmic beating of your heart, was all Isack needed. You were all he needed.

That’s how you found yourself now, in Isacks hotel room with his head tucked under your chin and arms wrapped securely around your waist. It was late, far too late for him to still be awake on a race weekend, but the longer he laid in your arms, wrapped in the quiet comfort of your embrace, the wider awake he found himself.

“You’re still awake?” You mumbled, half asleep yourself. You mindlessly brought a hand up to brush through the back of his short curls, a small smile making its way to your lips as you felt his body relax impossibly closer to your. Isack only hummed in response, causing you to sigh as you turned over to read the clock, 1:34am.

“Isack, love, you have to get in the car tomorrow,” you said, pulling away slightly to look him in the eyes. The room was dark, only a faint stream of purple light flooding in through the crack in the curtains. “Talk to me,” you added in a quieter voice, “I don’t want you driving while sleep deprived.”

Isack took a moment to answer, hesitation written all over his face. “Just jet lagged,” he said after a few seconds, burying his head back in your neck before you were able to respond. “I’m going to sleep,” he added, although the words came out muffled.

You adjusted slightly, and then began to run your hand up and down his back in slow, soothing motions. You could tell there was more running through his mind than just jet lag, but you weren’t going to push if he wasn’t ready to share.

“I love you,” you whispered again after a few minutes, and you felt his arms tighten just slightly around your waist.

“je t’aime (i love you)” he mumbled, voice much quieter than it was before. Before too long, you felt his breathing slow, becoming short, shallow breaths, and his grip loosened, signaling he had finally fallen asleep.

When the morning came, Isack found himself hurriedly getting ready because he had slept in. Sleep was still etched on his face as you two made your way to the track, and even though it was a short ten minute drive from the hotel to the paddock, Isack still managed to fall asleep.

His head lulled on your shoulder, and his hand was intertwined with yours. His warm breath fanned against your neck, and his trainer, who was sat in the front of the car, made sure to grab a few pictures to later use to poke fun at him.

If you thought the car ride was all, you’d be wrong. After Isack attended to his morning media duties and practice debrief, he was quick to locate you in the teams hospitality, and drug you off to his drivers room.

“Isack, you can’t nap,” you said with a laugh once he told you why he was dragging you away. “You have to get in the car in like, an hour,” you added, but that fell onto deaf ears as he shut the door behind you. “This is just going to make you more tired.”

“I don’t care, I’m tired now,” he said, pulling you down onto the rather small sofa, which you knew neither of you were going to be able to get comfortable on. Immediately his arms found your waist and his body was pressed to yours. With some slight adjustments, you were able to get into a semi-comfortable position.

“Isack, this looks so bad,” you said after a moment, a small laugh bubbling out of your lips. He lifted his head to look at you, eyebrows furrowed. “We disappeared into your drivers room, for nearly an hour,” you said, raising your eyebrows.

It took him a second to get what you were implying, but you could tell when he did. His eyes slightly widened, and heat rushed to his cheeks. He shook his head, the corners of his lips curving up. “I mean, I’m not opposed,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

You only laughed, shaking your head. “I changed my mind, go to sleep,” you said, causing him to laugh as well. You didn’t have to tell him twice though, because just a few minutes later his body had relaxed completely against yours. Despite the blinding lights that you were unable to turn off, you had been able to nod off as well.

Although not for long, a loud pounding on his drivers room door startled both of you awake, Isack nearly falling off of the sofa completely.

“You locked your door too?” You asked, sleepily shaking your head with a laugh. “They’re never going to let me near you.”

“Oh hush,” he said, running a hand through his hair and pulling his jacket back on before opening the door to reveal his race engineer, Pierre Hamelin, who had a very unamused look on his face.

“Espèce d'idiot(you idiot)! Where have you been? FP1 starts in ten minutes!” He scolded, pointing a very annoyed finger at your boyfriend, who was sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. It was only then his eyes land on you behind Isack, gathering both his and your things. “Oh,” was all Pierre said, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Isack looked back at you, then back to his engineer, a look of panic on his face as he realized you were right with what people would assume had happened. You could only chuckle as he scrambled to try and explain it wasn’t what it looked like, but you could tell no amount of explaining was convincing Pierre.

“Get changed for FP1, then after that you’re banned from your drivers room,” Pierre said after a moment, shaking his head as he glanced back to you again.

“You, out,” he said, pointing from you to the garage behind him. His voice was stern, but there was no real malice behind his eyes, he was just trying to get Isack to get in the car with no distractions.

“Yes sir,” you said with a small salute. You gave Isack a quick kiss in passing before making your way out of the room and into the garage.

If you thought banning him from his drivers room would stop him from falling asleep, you’d be wrong again.

After the practice session and media duties, Isack once again located you, this time in the back of the garage, chatting with a few of the engineers. You were sat up on one of the counters, and Isack was quick to join you.

He was never big on pda, but you could see the tired look in his eyes, so it didn’t shock you when he laced his hand with yours and let his head fall on your shoulder.

The garage was loud, and the lights blared in his face, but your voice grounded him. He let his eyes close, focusing solely on your voice as you talked about the restaurant the two of you had ate at last night, and before he knew it everything else had faded and he’d fallen asleep yet again.

You hadn’t realized at first, until the two engineers you were talking to began to laugh, pulling out their phones to take blackmail pictures.

You just smiled, leaning your head on his. How he had managed to fall asleep in the middle of the garage you weren’t quite sure, but as long as he was content, so were you.

He was able to nap a bit longer, but was eventually woken up for debriefs and FP2. By the end of the day, he was rushing you out of the paddock, hand laced with yours as he drug you to the car.

You had half expected him to fall asleep in the car again, but he hadn’t. By the time you guys got up to your shared hotel room, you were now the one with tired eyes and slow movement.

You made quick work of your night routine, skin care, brushing your teeth, and changing into pajamas, before joining Isack in bed.

A content sigh left your lips as his arms wrapped around you, his head resting on top of yours. You pressed a quick kiss to his jaw before relaxing further against him.

“Let’s actually sleep tonight, yeah?” You mumbled, eyes already closing. Isack began rubbing small, soothing, circles against your waist, humming in agreement.

“je t’aime,” he whispered, to which you were quick to whisper back. After that he fell silent, pulling you just slightly closer as he too closed his eyes, trying his hardest to fall asleep. A few minutes of silence passed, only the quiet hums of cars outside and your breathing filled the air.

With you in his arms, Isack felt content. The worries that flooded his mind last night was long forgotten, instead filled with just you. The warmth of your skin on his, your shallow breathing that fanned against his next, the feeling of your arms around him, it was comforting to him.

A few more minutes passed, and then-

“Love?” Isack said, his hushed voice drawing you from near sleep.

“Hm?” You hummed, not bothering to move or open your eyes. You were way too comfortable in your current spot.

“I can’t sleep.”

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[tunafruitt]

--> ||❝ The Creator has a.. LOVER?! ❞

SAGAU || Warnings: fluff, gender neutral reader, slight crack, reader gets called a test subject and is implied to be used as one [Dottore’s part] OOC w/ Dottore..? Idk I haven’t finished sumeru yet </3

[ The people of Teyvat find out their grace has been romantically involved with someone for a while now.. what do they think about it? ]

Character(s): DOTTORE, XIAO

-> [ DOTTORE ]

“The Doctor is the Creator’s suitor? As in… the Second of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers? Are you sure that’s him? You are? Oh.. is— Is Your Grace feeling okay? I don’t see why anyone would be willingly involved with the Fatui Harbingers. What?! No! I’m not saying that’s not okay. Your Grace can do whatever they want! Hmph..”

The people of Teyvat felt conflicted to say the least. They weren’t judging your ability to make choices! They really weren’t… they just thought that there were better choices out there for Their Grace!! Yeah, everyone knew you liked the harbingers even before you descended, but couldn’t you have chosen a less deranged harbinger? For example… uhm... none of them.

Dottore could really care less what everyone else thought of his relationship with you though. He got the full package! His lover was the All Mighty Creator, and now he has a new “test subject”! (he says it affectionately.) Dottore knows people hate him even more than before, but who’s the one with the Creator’s arms wrapped around them, head over heels? This benefits him in so many ways. Wether it be research, obtaining materials, or just being able to have something more to use against the rest of the harbingers.

No one would ever dare voice the opinions they have of him while you’re in the vicinity. They’ll listen to you talk about a “date” you had with Dottore, which was really just you and him in his lab…. and he’s using you to help with his research. Hearing this, the rest of the allogene’s eyes are twitching, their fists are clenched, they’re FURIOUS. Not at you! Never. They’re mad at Dottore. How dare he use you as a test subject?! (you volunteered) How dare he use you to try to make another god?! (you thought that sounded fun) How dare he be IN LOVE with the All Mighty Creator?! (you fell first.)

When the two of you are seen in public, the streets go QUIET. Dottore carries this eerie aura with him, everyone knows who he is. And adding to the fact he’s a harbinger, he is also now recognized as the Creator’s suitor. Everyone besides you feels the silence and the stares, including Dottore, but if his lover is happy does it really matter? <3

In conclusion, everyone hopes Dottore dies. It’s not that they don’t want to see you happy. In fact, the entirety of Teyvat is glad you’re experiencing love and joy, just not with HIM.

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You spend a lot of days in Dottore’s lab. Today was one of those days.

You were conversing with one of Dottore’s younger clones. The clones, while being segments of Dottore, have their own distinct personalities. The one thing they hold in common is the love they have for you.

You love talking to the clones and giving them breaks from whatever days-long tasks Dottore gives them, but you miss the Dottore who’s the last thing you see before you fall asleep and after you wake up. You haven’t seen him since yesterday! Is this really how your boyfriend treats his lover…. who also happens to be the Creator???

And so you decide to go look for him. Who would’ve guessed he was sitting where he always was; his desk. Once you’ve spotted him, as payback for leaving you alone, you decide to sneak up on him. You try your hardest to silence your steps as much as possible in this hollow and echoey office of his.

“I can hear you, Y/N.”

“No you can’t... C’mon Dottore! Cut me some slack. I haven’t seen you since yesterday… and you didn’t even come to say good morning to me today!”

“Good morning.”

“It’s 4:00 PM, love. Take a break. It’s not like I’ll die anytime soon… can I even die..? Uhm.. that’s besides the point. You can conduct your experiments on me and do you research later. Come entertain me, please?”

“Are you asking because I have a choice?”

Your silence gives him an answer. You pull him up from his chair by grabbing his hands and pull him into a hug. You lean in closer to peck his cheek. He leans into you and grabs you by the waist to pull you closer—

“Doctor, the segments have finished—“

“Oh.”

-> [ XIAO ]

“Oh! One of the adepti? THE VIGILANT YAKSHA?! S-sorry that caught me by surprise… So the Yaksha is dating the Creator, huh. His tales have been documented for millennia’s, yet he’s rarely seen in public… I guess even someone like that can’t help but fall for Our Grace.”

So that must be why you always cooked Almond Tofu… Well, since Xiao IS the Conqueror of Demons, I can see the people of Liyue being quite happy. Jealous? Yes. But who’s even more jealous? Mondstadt. Why couldn’t it be one of the Knights of Favonious or something? But they guess you’re happy and that’s enough… (Though it could’ve been with them.)

Xiao is seen a little more often with you now that it’s confirmed you two are dating. Not too often, but if you want to go try out a restaurant in the city of Liyue, he’ll never say no. He may not speak much, but according to rumors is Liyue… “his eyes are always on you, listening to anything and everything the Creator has to say. It’s clear he’s fallen completely in love!” (Said by Chef Mao, probably.)

Being Xiao’s partner may seem awkward from an outsiders perspective, but he’s surprisingly sweet! He still won’t talk much, but he’ll reply to any questions you have, no matter how stupid or obvious they are with full genuity. Him being the Conqueror of Demons and you being the Creator, you both live busy lives…. so his eyes literally light up when you two are both able to finally see each other after a long time. <3 (he’s head over heels guys help.)

The adepti would be so PROUD. They probably already knew you and Xiao had a little something going on even before it was announced because of the way Xiao seemed slightly more happy. This lead to then being suspicious and eventually seeing him and you together… doing the most intimate thing ever…..

…. HOLDING HANDS. UNDER THE MOONLIGHT. But they kept quiet so don’t worry!

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“Xiao! I found you.”

As per usual, Xiao was sitting on the roof of Wangshu Inn. Today was one of the days where both of you were busy. You had a meeting to attend, and he was doing his job as The Conqueror of Demons. It was night by the time you were able to see each other.

“You should’ve called my name, Your Grace. It would’ve been easier for me to find you.”

“Yeah but I like looking for you. I always know where you are since you’re in the same spots anyway. And besides, I like how Wangshu Inn looks at night!”

You always thought Xiao looked pretty, but he looked especially pretty under the moonlight. His face seemed to glow more than usual today. Maybe it was the warm colored light radiating from inside of Wangshu Inn, or the light reflected by the moon shining down on him. Maybe it was the fact he had missed you so much that seeing your face again brought him a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Your Grace?”

“Oh, sorry Xiao, I lost my train of thought. Let’s go eat! I’m feeling hungry… today’s meeting was waaayy too long… C’mon, I’ll buy you something!”

“No need. I’ll be okay with just accompanying Your Grace.”

“Agh, stop calling me that. Y/N? Can you say Y/N? Please Xiao?”

“… Y-Y/N..”

“See? Not too hard right? Ok let’s go eat! I’ll make you Almond Tofu how you like it.”

FINALLY DONE OOHMYGODDD sorry this took so long. Idk what I should do next so feel free to request anything… ANYWAYS THE FIRST PART OF THIS GOT ALMOST 700 NOTES??? omg stop guys I’m giggling and blushing aughshsgghh. But seriously thank you so much I’m bawling

[hitomisuzuya]

Hi Suzu, how are you?

Could I request a fluff fic with reverse isekai and harbinger! scaramouche please :)

harbinger!scaramouche x fem!reader. fluffy fluff fluff. reverse isekai.

i know my fluff doesn't hit as well because i know that's not why you guys are really here, but, i enjoy writing fluff so 😊

scaramouche wasn't an idiot. once he'd discovered that the stars in teyvat were fake, he got to thinking. the idea of the stars had to come from somewhere else. the second he mysteriously arrived in your world, he sure got his answer.

your world's stars have to be the blueprint for teyvat's stars.

that wasn't the curious thing though. the curious thing was you. at first, you were just a means to an end. somewhere to stay until he adjusted to your world and then he would dip.

or so he thought.

he totally didn't expect this world to deal him a hand of cards in his favor. you sure are strange to him. you are well versed for some reason about where he has come from, so he didn't really have to explain anything to you.

once you got over the shock of him actually being here right in front of you, it didn't take him long for him to figure out that you are really, really in love with him. which stretched his ego in ways you couldn't possibly imagine.

so sue him if he used that to his advantage. it was sweet how often you dote on him.

needless to say, thanks to you, it was incredibly easy for him to adjust. your worlds mechanics are more similar to teyvat's than he thought.

as you would like to say, scaramouche was soaking up reality tv like a sponge. the overblown drama was the funniest thing in the world to him. and 95% of the time, these people did it to themselves. and he got to sit back and watch it all without even lifting a finger.

"i wish i could've taken you to a harbinger banquet. the drama that can be stirred up is just as good as this," he has probably what you would describe as a shit eating smirk on his face as he watched this woman cry about one guy she likes not returning her affection because she slept with his best friend.

scaramouche struggles to understand sentiment sometimes. this woman was waxing on about how she couldn't stop thinking about the guy she realizes she has more feelings for. about she even thought about him at night while she fell asleep. but she was losing sleep because she always was thinking about him.

"what is this shrew even talking about?" he scoffs, "she talks in a tone like all woman are like this. you either think about him while you fall asleep or you don't. how is she losing sleep thinking about him then?" he glances over at you, and immediately grits his teeth.

why did you have to look so cute right now?

you are having a delayed reaction of sorts. oh you heard every word he said, but you are still processing something he said before his rant. you had a soft, happy smile on your face while you fidget with your fingers. 'i can't believe he just said that to me. he said he wishes he could take me to a harbinger banquet. that would make it kind of like a date, right? should i bring it up later? or-'

"did you even hear a word i said?" scaramouche's voice cuts right through your pounding heart in your ears, and your racing thoughts.

"i think she is being truthful, at least in that respect," you reply, quickly trying to gather yourself. things have been very hard for you lately to say the least.

you enjoy actually being able to dote on scaramouche in ways you thought you never would've been able to. he is a fictional character, this shouldn't be possible. but sometimes you can barely handle being in his presence. it really reminds you of how in love with him you really are. he just flusters you so much.

and it shows all over your face.

scaramouche's eyes widen for a moment. what was with you? you usually made fun of these people with him. but there was something about your voice that sounds different now. like you relate to what she said a lot. "oh?" he raises his eyebrow in indication for you to continue.

"mhm, i do think she is being truthful," boy, did you know what she was talking about. "i have lost so many hours of sleep thinking about you. what she meant by losing sleep is she tosses and turns in bed thinking some kind of activity will force her to stop thinking about him, but it doesn't work. she can only think about him while her tossing and turning keeps her from sleeping," once you start talking however, you can't seem to stop.

"i have lost so much sleep doing exactly that. there is not one girl, no scratch that. there not one person on this earth that doesn't have someone they lose sleep thinking about like that," you took a breath to steady yourself, very firm on standing your ground. any second you knew scaramouche was going to cut in so you have to quick.

"for god's sake, i barely sleep knowing you are in the room next to mine. especially when i know i would.." you trail off in a fit of shy. you can barely bring yourself to finish what you are saying.

that you knew you would sleep so much better if you could be curled up next to him.

scaramouche snorts, and taps his index finger on your lips. "i hear you up at night, you know," he teased, smirking as your eyes widen for a moment as the blush on your cheeks darkens.

"huh? you do? i tried to be as quiet as possible. the last thing i wanted to do was disturb you," how?! you worked so hard to stay quiet at night.

"it's not disturbing me. i just have extra sensitive hearing," you couldn't help but smile a little bit at his response. it was his bristly way of reassuring you. this is why you are so interesting. you just confessed to being in love with him without actually saying it. it feels strangely...nice to him when he has these moments with you.

"since you humans are fragile enough to need sleep, i will sleep in the same bed as you so that you can sleep. i am not opposed to it," he glares at you, daring you to protest.

"you aren't?" you reply with shy hesitation that he quite frankly found adorable.

"i don't like being in debt to people. so consider that as repaying my debt you," things would've been a lot harder for him without you. and it didn't even make sense to him that you stay in a separate room at night.

"you are such a man, scara. and i mean they in the best way," you reply, smiling at him. it startles scaramouche how much he has been anticipating your smiles lately. you usually look away shyly at moments like this. and he was glad you didn't.

oh please, go on. he knows how great he is.

"let's watch these people implode themselves more," he clears his throat and unpauses the tv. he didn't even realize he automatically did it when you started talking. he glances at you and sighs.

you seem unsure of what to do now. you kept giving him side glances, looking at him for some sort of guidance. he realizes he can genuinely get used to the feeling of you depending on him for once.

sighing, he put his arm around you, bringing your head to rest on his chest. he mimics breathing for you to relax