#if you see me sleeping with a nightlight no you didn’t

[the-offside-rule]

Castiel Novak (Supernatural) - Baby Winchester

Requested: yes

Prompt: Cas being like a guardian angel to Y/n and Dean's baby

Warnings: none

Y/n stirred awake to the faint sound of her daughter’s cries through the baby monitor. She squinted at the clock on the nightstand; 3:14 am. Beside her, Dean was sprawled on his stomach, snoring softly, clearly exhausted from his recent hunting trip. She sighed, her heart swelling with affection. He needed rest. Silently, she reached over, turned off the baby monitor, and leaned down to kiss his cheek. "Thisis for your own good, Winchester." She whispered before slipping out of bed.

Padding softly down the hall, she stopped at her daughter’s room. The dim nightlight cast a soft glow across the nursery, and her breath hitched when she noticed someone standing by the crib. "You know, peopleusually knock before they come in." She said, gently knocking on the doorframe. Castiel turned sharply, startled. "Y/n. I apologize. I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll leave now." She stepped inside, her expression calm. "It’s okay. What are you doing here?" Castiel shifted uncomfortably, his gaze flickering back to the baby. "I… thought something was wrong." He said, but the lie was transparent, his usual stoicism faltering. Y/n chuckled softly. "Cas, you’re a terrible liar. What’s really going on?"

He sighed, looking at the baby. "It… has no arms." Y/n blinked before realizing what he meant. "Oh no, Cas. She’s swaddled. Here, look." She gently unwrapped the blanket, freeing her daughter’s tiny arms. "See? She’s fine." Castiel tilted his head, his intense blue eyes studying the baby. "Ah. I see. My mistake." He stepped back awkwardly. "Well, if I’m not needed-"

"Wait-" Y/n interrupted, her tone warm. "I need to feed her anyway. Would you like to hold her and feed her downstairs?" His eyes widened slightly. "You would trust me with this?" Y/n chuckled at the ever-so-serious face Cas had made so many times before. "Of course. You're a literal angel." She said, scooping her daughter up. "Come on." He hesitated, then nodded, following her downstairs.

In the living room, Castiel perched stiffly on the armchair, glancing around the cozy space as Y/n went to the kitchen to prepare a bottle. When she returned, she handed him the baby, guiding him on how to hold her properly. "Like this." She said, adjusting his hands. "Support her head." After a moment, he frowned. "No, no. Take it back. I fear I might break it." Y/n laughed softly. "Cas, you won’t break....it. Just relax." She handed him the bottle. "Now, feed her."

Castiel began feeding her, his expression softening as he watched the baby suckle. "Oh wow. Humans are remarkable." He murmured. "So fragile, yet so resilient. Especially the little ones." Y/n smiled, settling onto the couch. "You’re practically human yourself, Cas. You’re pretty remarkable too."

Before Castiel could respond, footsteps creaked on the stairs, and Dean appeared, holding a crowbar. His serious expression melted into one of surprise when he saw Castiel feeding their daughter. "What the hell’s going on?" Dean asked, setting the crowbar down. "Why’d you turn off the baby monitor? I thought something was wrong." Y/n shrugged, smiling sheepishly. "I wanted you to get some sleep. You looked exhausted."

"Why’d you say that this was for my own good? I thought you were possessed or something." Dean added. "And ypu didn't stop me then and there? You figured an extra ten minutes of beauty sleep would've helped you fight a demon better?" Dean rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze shifting to Castiel. "And what’s he doing here?" Y/n grinned. "Found us a babysitter." Castiel looked up. "I would be adequate for that position."

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "As long as you don’t teach her any bad habits." Y/n scoffed, smirking at Dean. "I’d trust Cas to be a better influence than you." Dean smirked back, dropping onto the couch beside her. "You'd trust Cas?" She nodded. "I like Cas." Dean grabbed the remote and pulled her in closer. "You like me a lot too though, right?" She didn't answer, instead she grinned over to Cas. "Don’t give him that look. I know you two are gonna plot something against me soon enough."

"What? You don't live with Sam anymore so I can't plot anythin with him anytime soon."

[jnhuius]

NIGHT OF SECRECY

pairing. joshua hong x afab!14th member!reader

genre. nsfw / smut

wc. 1,926

content warnings / tags. one scene is inspired by this joshua drabble !! (original author is wonwootattoo), porn with a little bit of plot, let's pretend all of the members still share one dorm, secret relationship, kissing (a lot of it), nicknames (my love, baby, good girl), passing mention of marking/hickeys, fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex (pls wrap it b4 u tap it!), rough sex, p in v, he comes inside, i hate the ending :(

author's note. ❗please reblog ❗ what do i do instead of sleeping? write a smut fic for mr. hong... i fear i've been obsessed with 14th member fics so forgive me for this self indulgent fic... i love joshua and i needed to write him in one way or another 🙏🏻 ALSO THE LACK OF NEW JOSHUA FICS IS INSANE 💔 anyway hope y'all enjoy this

“Hey, Y/N, want to join us? We're going out,” Jeonghan asked.

You shook your head, lounging on the couch as you scrolled through your phone.

“I'm not in the mood to go out today, but have fun and stay safe. Just bring me home some food.”

The members all called out a collective “yes” as they left one by one.

You glanced out the window. The sun was setting, and it was obvious they were heading somewhere to drink until late. You didn’t want to be the one puking her guts out until tomorrow.

You sighed just as Joshua stepped out of his room. You perked up, sitting up with a smile. He approached slowly and placed a gentle hand on your cheek. You leaned into his touch.

“Are you going with them?” you asked.

He nodded. “Mhm. I promise I won’t drink too much. Hopefully, they don’t force me to go all out,” he chuckled.

You smiled, nodding in agreement. He leaned down, kissing you softly, the gesture sweet and familiar.

“Stay safe. I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

He hummed, deepening the kiss just a little.

“I love you. I’ll be back soon,” he said, pulling away to press a kiss to your forehead before straightening up.

You waved goodbye as he headed to the door, pretending to walk slowly and sadly. You giggled, playing along with the act until he stepped out and shut the door behind him.

You smiled as you laid back on the couch. Your relationship with him was a big gamble—being the youngest and the only woman in the group, and dating the third eldest member.

You’d been together for five months now. You both agreed to keep it a secret at first—to see how things would go. You didn’t want your relationship to affect the group dynamics in case it didn’t work out. Eventually, you planned to tell the others… just not yet.

After a few hours of doom scrolling on your phone, you saw it was already 8 p.m. With nothing else to do and feeling tired, you decided to just sleep.

You went into Joshua’s room and stole one of his hoodies before returning to yours. After washing up, you slipped it on—wearing only your underwear underneath—and crawled into bed.

Living with thirteen men usually meant wearing pajamas or shorts just in case, but tonight they were likely too drunk to remember you existed, let alone stumble into your room.

You yawned, enjoying the softness of the comforter against your skin. Wonwoo was probably jealous—you were always the one left alone while they dragged him out.

Smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes and slowly drifted off.

—

Joshua groaned, rubbing his forehead as he entered the dorm. He had barely managed to escape the clutches of the drunk members who wouldn’t let him leave.

Before, he used to stay out with them until they all decided to head home together. But now, with you in his life, he always wanted to return earlier—to spend those quiet, precious moments with you without having to pretend you were just another bandmate.

He sighed, walking toward your room first. He peeked inside, the space dim aside from the soft glow of your Kuromi nightlight—the one he’d given you for your birthday.

You were fast asleep. Of course you were—it was already past 11 p.m.

He tiptoed in, gently pulling the blanket down from your face just enough to place a kiss on your forehead. Then he stood back up and quietly left to shower. You’d always told him not to lie on your bed with “outside clothes,” and he respected that.

After showering, he put on a white tank top and a pair of black shorts. He towel-dried his hair quickly, unable to keep himself from going right back to your room. He stepped in and locked the door behind him.

Joshua padded over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Carefully pulling the blanket down again, he found you curled around Shuasumi—his miniteen plushie.

He almost laughed, biting back the urge to pinch your cheeks from how cute you looked. Slowly, he pried the deer plushie from your arms and tossed it to the corner of the room.

You stirred, groaning as you slowly woke to the feeling of familiar hands gently guiding your body onto your back.

“Joshi?” you murmured, voice thick with sleep as you rubbed your eyes and stretched your legs beneath the blanket.

“Hi, my love,” your boyfriend answered, a dazzling smile lighting up his face.

With one knee on the mattress, Joshua leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss, his hand gently gripping your chin as he tried to deepen it without hesitation.

You whined, pushing at his chest.

“Where’s my Shuasumi plush?”

Joshua blinked, taken aback for a second before resting his forehead against yours, a breathy laugh escaping him.

“I’m trying to kiss my girlfriend, and you're thinking about a miniteen plushie?”

“Where’d you throw him?” you pouted, sitting up with sleepy annoyance.

“You don’t need him. You have me. I’m home now,” he chuckled, gently guiding you back down onto the bed as he hovered over you.

His hand tangled in your hair, pulling it a bit harshly to angle your face so he could kiss you properly—but not with innocent intentions anymore.

You moaned as you felt his hips move against yours, causing him to push his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongues moved against each other as he gripped your waist, grinding his bulge against your core.

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting both of your lips as he kissed down your jaw.

“Where’s the other members?” You whimpered, feeling him suck behind your ear, a sensitive zone that he discovered a few months ago.

“Still out. Don't worry, we'll be done by the time they get back,” he now fully pulled off the covers, spreading your legs even further. You felt his hand slide down in between your thighs, a gasp leaving your lips as his thumb came into contact with your covered clit.

“Ah—Shua,” you whimpered, feeling him put pressure as he rubbed circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You bit your bottom lip as you felt one hand pull the fabric of your panties to the side while the other was in his mouth to lubricate it using his saliva before rubbing it on your slit.

Your clit was in between his index and middle finger as he rubbed your slit, making you even more wet and arch your back. You felt a finger teasing your entrance before gently pushing in, eliciting a gasp from you. He was being gentle, knowing how big his hands are.

“Joshua, fuck—” you dug your fingernails on his arm as you felt him insert another finger inside, slowly starting to thrust it in and out.

“I can feel you tightening around me. Are you this turned on just by fingers already?” He breathlessly chuckled. He continued to move his fingers before circling your clit using his thumb.

“Come on, I need you to cum before I enter you,” he moved his fingers a bit faster and you swore you saw stars as you came undone around him. Your thighs shook, his name being the only thing you were saying as he let you ride out your climax. He continued to thrust his fingers inside you, before pulling out and licking it clean.

“You're a pervert, you know that?” You said, laying on the bed limply.

He chuckled. “Woozi isn't against my gentleman agenda for no reason, sweetheart.”

He leaned down, kissing you deeply while his hands slid down to the hem of your hoodie to pull it off of your body. He kissed your shoulder, before sliding down to your chest. He kissed the valley of your breasts before his hands grabbed one of your boobs, fondling it gently as you moaned.

His thumb then finds your hardened nipple, instinctively rolling over them immediately. You bit your lip as he pulled away, leaning down to capture your nipple in his mouth. You whimpered, feeling his tongue tease your nipple, licking circles before sucking on it.

He did the same to the other one, not stopping for a few minutes before pulling away. He took off his tank top, pulling down his shorts to free his erection while his hand also pulled down your panties. His cock stood proudly against your stomach. It's been inside of you a few times now, but it was still scary.

He rubbed the tip against your clit, letting it get wet from your release. He lined it up with your entrance before slowly and gently pushing inside of you. He moaned as he was sheathed inside of you.

“Oh… good girl, you're taking me in so well,” he gasped, pulling out and gently thrusting back in. You could feel every vein on his length, and it wasn't helping your sensitivity.

“Joshua, holy fuck—” He covered your mouth, leaning down to line up his mouth to your ear.

“Shhh, the members might come home at any second. Keep quiet for me, alright?” He began to thrust a lot more harsher, the bed slightly creaking from the movement. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his tip hit the sensitive spot inside of you. You moaned loudly against Joshua's palm.

“I found it already?” He chuckled before thrusting to hit the same spot over and over again. Your toes curled as one of his hands raised your leg on his shoulders, letting him angle his hips to reach much deeper inside you.

Slowly, his pace was slowly starting to get more fast, rough and erratic. After a few seconds, he was basically fucking you like an animal in heat with how fast he was pounding inside of you.

“Shua—I’m close,” you whimpered.

He nodded, kissing your jaw, “Me too, baby, me too.”

He pulled his hand away from your mouth, his hands spreading your legs even further as he thrusted hard and rough inside of you. You used your hand to muffle your moans, tears pricking your eyes at how good it felt.

“Please, don't stop, only a bit more—” You cried out before coming undone around him for the second time, crying out his name like it was a prayer.

Joshua followed, moaning against your ear as he emptied himself inside you. He rode out his orgasm, thrusting it and out for a bit before pulling out. His release dripped out of your entrance as you laid limp on your bed.

“I'll clean us up, hold on,” Joshua said, out of breath as he stood up to go to your bathroom. He returned clothed, with a towel in his hand. He sat down on the edge of the bed, cleaning you up as he helped you put your clothes back on.

“I have to leave now. The other members might see us,” he said gently, contrasting how he was acting a few minutes ago.

“...Alright,” you nodded. He leaned down, kissing your face. You sighed, relishing his affection before he pulled away.

“I love you, good night,” he returned Shuasumi to you suddenly, you didn't even notice where he pulled him from.

You giggled, “I love you, good night as well,” he kissed you one last time before leaving you alone in your room to actually sleep.

You were excited to tell the members about the two of you soon.

[reidrum]

stargazing | s.r.

A/N: this was a request and the concept itself makes me sick so here’s this, spencer reid i will fight your demons for you get behind me

summary: in which you attempt to heal a little part of spencer, one star at a time

cw: just fluff and comfort, fear of dark, can be read as gn!reader

wc: 1.1k

Learning about Spencer was a privilege, if you had to describe it. He would most likely say the same about you if he was asked, but god does he not know the marvel of discovering the inner workings and tinkerings that is Spencer Reid.

You knew he loved magic because of the child-like wonder and imagination it brings him. He always reads old literature in their native language because he believes the translated ones muddle the original intent. He refuses to wear matching socks because he loves when kids point out they’re mismatched and he gets to act all silly with them.

And tonight, you’ve learned yet another one. Spencer Reid is afraid of the dark.

It’s a logical fear to have, hell you still sleep with a nightlight and stuffie every night too. But for Spencer, it was different. The darkness didn’t just remind him of the unknown, it reminded him of places he’d been, places he spent countless nights trying to forget about but latch onto him like a blood sucking leech.

When you found out about it, it was completely unintentional. It happened at a movie night about a week ago, it was getting too late for you to drive back home so Spencer offered you to stay over and head back in the morning. After he’d given you a change of his clothes he went and got settled on the bed, and you went over to the light switch to turn it off.

“Wait!” you hear Spencer rush out, “Do you mind if we…keep it on?”

“You sure? I thought you were really sleepy.”

He looks at you nervously, “I—I am, it’s just…” he trails off.

It takes you a few seconds to understand what he really means, a look of recognition washing over your face while Spencer’s fills with guilt.

“It’s okay, we can keep it on.” you say lightly, walking back over to get under the covers with him. You cozy up next to him and look up, “I didn’t know you were…”

“I don’t really talk about it, I’m sorry.” he whispers, his voice still holding what sounded like shame to you.

“Spence, it’s okay you don’t need to explain to me. Just want you to be comfortable, okay?”

He nods one last time before sinking his head down onto his pillow, and through his lashes wishes you good night. It really broke your heart to see Spencer be so affected by something that made him feel scared and self conscious. You just wish you could do something to help him feel better.

Lucky for you, you knew Spencer really well.

The next movie night you came prepared with a surprise of your own, hoping it would ease Spencer’s anxieties a little as he tried his best to rest.

“You look excited. More than you usually are when I pick an old Russian movie.” he remarks with a soft smile, opening the door wider for you.

“While I am very excited to watch Catch 22 in Russian, I brought something for you!”

He looks at you quizzically, “What? You didn’t need to bring anything, you know that—”

You wave him off and bound over to the couch, “Come sit, I’ll show you.”

Spencer shuts the door and sits next to you as you produce an opened package from behind your back, “Okay, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way,”

“Always a great way to start a sentence.” he quips.

“Stop! I’m being serious,” you lightly thwap him on the shoulder, “Okay, I couldn’t stop thinking about how you told me you’re afraid of the dark, and I’m really happy that you felt comfortable enough to tell me, but it also made me really sad to think about you alone in your room not feeling okay…so.”

Before Spencer can even respond you pull out the contents of the opened package and lay it in your lap, beginning to work on opening the outer plastic. His brows furrow slightly, “What is that?”

You smile, “Well I was going to get you a cool nightlight, I saw some sick Tardis ones or even a pumpkin shaped one. Which I can still get if you want or if you hate this…” you finally get the last plastic off and pull out what’s inside, “But I got you these.” you hold them out for him to see.

Spencer gazes over your hands and asks, “Stars?”

“They’re glow in the dark stars,” you say matter of factly. You hold one out for him, watching him cup his hand around his eye to shroud the star in darkness and see its glow, “I used to have them on the ceiling and walls in my room when I was little.”

He smiles fondly thinking about a tiny you in a tiny bed, staring up at the stars on your ceiling as you try to fall asleep. You continue softly, “I was thinking we could put these up in your room and make little astronomically correct constellations on your ceiling. The intention is that whenever you look up you can remind yourself of the stories of the constellations to help you fall back asleep. But whenever you’re feeling afraid or scared, you can look up and see Ursa Major or Cassiopeia reminding you that you’re safe.”

Spencer is not often left speechless, but he’s come to learn that anything’s possible with you. He is not able to process that you took it upon yourself to find a solution to something that’s been plaguing his sleep for years, something that he didn’t even know could be fixed. A few tears escape from his eyes before he can help it, followed by a quick sniffle that brings your attention back to his face.

“Oh Spence,” you breathe out, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No, no I’m not upset,” he pulls his sleeve to wipe his eyes, “The exact opposite, actually. This…is the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

You smile softly, “I just wanted to help. You deserve to rest and feel safe in your own space. If I can help with that in any way, I will.”

For the fear of crying again in front of you, Spencer grabs you and pulls you close to his chest, the smell of his laundry detergent and cologne overwhelming your senses so much you almost miss the muffled ‘Thank you’ whispered into your hair.

You press a small kiss to his chest, right on his heart before standing up and gathering the stars in your hands, “Okay, so which constellation are we doing first?”

All the love inside of him is about to burst as he looks at you about to walk into the bedroom, “Have I ever told you about the story of Perseus and Andromeda?”

[izzih22]

Azzi having a nightmare that then turns into a panic attack and Paige comforting her and Azzi finally opening up about how scared she is that Paige is gonna be so far away from her when she goes to Texas

Breathe, Baby — I’ve Got You

Notes: Hope you enjoy!!

The room was quiet, lit only by the soft blue glow from the nightlight Azzi insisted they keep on when Paige was away. Tonight, though, she wasn’t away. She was right there—curled up behind Azzi with her arms wrapped gently around her. Their breathing had long fallen into rhythm, a soft chorus in the quiet of their shared space.

But something was off.

Paige stirred awake first, instinctually tightening her hold on Azzi when she felt the smaller girl’s body tremble in her sleep. At first, she thought maybe Azzi was cold, but the heat under the blanket said otherwise. Then the whimpers started—quiet and broken.

Paige’s heart clenched.

“Az?” she whispered, lips close to Azzi’s ear.

Azzi didn’t answer. Her breathing was shallow now, chest rising and falling too fast. Her fingers clutched the sheets, knuckles white.

“Azzi,” Paige said again, firmer this time as she shifted so they were face to face.

Still nothing—just shaking. Tears. Paige could see them now, tracking slowly down Azzi’s cheeks even though her eyes were still shut.

“Hey, hey—wake up, baby,” Paige said, cupping Azzi’s cheeks. “Az, wake up, you’re dreaming.”

Azzi gasped like she’d been drowning. Her eyes flew open, wild and glassy, and Paige barely had time to say anything before the panic set in.

She started sobbing.

“No, no—Paige—” Azzi’s voice cracked, and her body jolted like she was trying to escape something. Her hands searched desperately, grabbing at Paige’s hoodie, like anchoring herself to her was the only thing keeping her from falling off the edge.

Paige didn’t hesitate.

She pulled Azzi into her arms, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other rubbing soothing circles into her back.

“Breathe, baby, breathe,” Paige whispered. “You’re okay. I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

But Azzi couldn’t stop crying. She couldn’t slow her breathing down, couldn’t find the words. It felt like her chest was caving in.

“I—can’t—” she managed between broken sobs. “I—I can’t do this, P.”

Paige sat them up, still holding Azzi tightly in her lap, her chin resting on Azzi’s head. “You’re okay. You’re not alone. Just breathe with me, okay? In—come on, baby, in with me.”

Azzi tried. She clutched Paige tighter.

They breathed together. One breath at a time.

Eventually, the sobs slowed, though the tears didn’t stop. Azzi trembled in Paige’s lap, her entire body exhausted from the panic.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Don’t you dare,” Paige said softly, brushing the hair off Azzi’s face. “Don’t ever apologize for feeling something. Especially not to me.”

Azzi looked up at her, eyes rimmed red, cheeks damp. “I had a nightmare.”

“I know,” Paige said, forehead touching Azzi’s. “You scared me, babe.”

Azzi let out a tiny laugh, broken and watery. “You scare me.”

That made Paige pull back. “What?”

Azzi looked away, ashamed, before whispering, “You’re leaving.”

The silence between them suddenly felt deafening.

“Texas,” Azzi said, her voice cracking again. “You’re going to Texas.”

Paige exhaled.

“Azzi…”

“I know you’re going to the W. You’re going to kill it. I want that for you—I do, Paige. But I—” Azzi broke off, voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to wake up every day and not have you here. You’re my person. You’re my safe place.”

Her hands found Paige’s again. “I’ve had separation anxiety since I was a kid. I know you know that, but this… this feels worse. And I didn’t want to tell you because it’s selfish. And I know you’d stay if I asked, and that’s not fair. So I’ve been bottling it up and tonight it just…”

She choked on her own breath again. “I dreamed you left and never came back.”

Paige didn’t say anything for a moment.

Then she pulled Azzi even closer, her lips brushing her temple. “You should’ve told me.”

“I didn’t want you to feel bad.”

“Azzi,” Paige whispered, emotion thick in her throat now. “You think I don’t feel the same way? That I don’t lay awake at night wondering how I’m going to go a single damn day without your arms around me?”

Azzi blinked, startled.

“I’m terrified too,” Paige admitted. “But I didn’t want to say anything and make you worry.”

She kissed Azzi’s forehead. “I need you to know something though—no matter how far I go, you are home to me. I will call, FaceTime, text, fly back when I can, beg my coach for breaks—whatever it takes. I love you. I’m not going anywhere emotionally, Az. You hear me?”

Azzi nodded into her chest.

“I just… you make everything better, Paige,” she whispered. “When I wake up in the morning, and your arms are around me, I can breathe. Tonight was the first time in a while I felt like I couldn’t.”

“I’ll hold you tighter then,” Paige said, pulling the blankets back around them. “I’ll hold you forever if that’s what you need.”

Azzi sniffled. “You promise?”

Paige kissed the top of her head. “I promise.”

They lay there in silence for a while, the weight of everything finally starting to ease. Paige’s hand traced gentle patterns across Azzi’s back, grounding her.

After a while, Azzi’s voice came again, small and shy.

“Do you think one day… after all the traveling, and the craziness… we could find a house?”

Paige smiled softly. “A house?”

“Yeah. With a porch. And a kitchen where we dance when it’s storming. And maybe a golden retriever.”

Paige chuckled. “We’re getting specific.”

Azzi looked up at her with watery eyes and a soft smile. “I just want somewhere that feels like you. Always.”

Paige’s heart swelled. “Then yes. A thousand times yes.”

Azzi leaned in slowly, pressing a soft kiss to Paige’s lips—one that held everything: fear, love, longing, and a quiet promise.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you more,” Paige said. “Now let me take care of you tonight. You don’t need to be strong right now. Let me do that.”

And so she did. Paige held Azzi all night long, whispering quiet reassurances, soft kisses scattered across her forehead and cheeks. Azzi eventually fell asleep again—this time safe, warm, and wrapped in the only arms that ever made her feel completely, entirely whole.

And Paige stayed awake, just watching the girl she loved more than anything breathe easily again.

[gracie-eilish]

lucky girl🍀☁️🌙💤

an: i’ve got major baby fever rn😭 so expect a few more like this mixed in over the next few weeks😭😂

The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the baby monitor on my nightstand. Billie lay peacefully beside me, her arm draped loosely over my waist, her breathing slow and even. She looked like an angel when she slept, her features completely relaxed, her lips slightly parted. I envied how easily sleep came to her.

For me, it was another story. I shifted carefully under her arm, trying not to wake her, but no matter how I turned, I couldn’t get comfortable. My body still ached from pregnancy, the soreness from giving birth lingering despite my efforts to rest. Every position felt wrong—my hips felt stiff, my back was sore, and exhaustion weighed heavily on me without granting the relief of actual sleep.

The baby’s soft cries crackled through the monitor, and instead of dreading it, I felt a sense of relief. Finally, an excuse to get out of bed. Carefully, I lifted Billie’s arm, sliding out from under her without waking her. She stirred slightly, mumbling something unintelligible, but stayed fast asleep.

The hallway was dimly lit by the faint glow of the nightlight Billie had insisted we plug in for late-night feeds. As I entered the nursery, the sight of my baby girl immediately brought a soft smile to my face. She was squirming in her crib.

“Hi, sweetheart,” I whispered, my voice soft as I leaned down to pick her up. Her cries quieted the moment she was in my arms, her little body relaxing against me. “You hungry, baby girl?” I murmured, gently cradling her as I settled into the rocking chair.

She latched on quickly, her tiny hands grasping at me as she fed. I watched her in awe, still amazed by her every little movement, every expression. She was so small, so perfect. The way her lashes rested against her cheeks, her tiny nose, the soft rise and fall of her chest—it was overwhelming to think that Billie and I had created something so beautiful.

When she finished, her eyes fluttered shut almost instantly, her tiny body going limp in my arms. “Lucky girl,” I murmured, brushing a thumb gently over her cheek. I didn’t feel ready to put her back in her crib just yet. Instead, I leaned back in the rocking chair, adjusting her so she was snuggled against my chest.

The chair creaked softly as I rocked us back and forth, the rhythmic motion soothing. My eyes traced the details of her tiny features, and before I knew it, I was whispering to her again. “You know,” I started, my voice quiet, “your mama and I used to sit in this chair while you were still in my belly. We’d talk about what you’d be like. What color your eyes would be, who you’d take after. We couldn’t wait to meet you.”

I paused, smiling down at her sleeping face. “And now you’re here. And you’re everything we ever dreamed of, baby girl. You’re so loved. I hope you know that.”

The sound of the door creaking open interrupted my thoughts, and I looked up to see Billie standing in the doorway. Her hair was slightly messy, and she was wearing one of her oversized shirts paired with the sweats she’d thrown on before bed. Even half-asleep, she was beautiful.

“Why are you still up, baby?” she asked, her voice raspy from sleep. She stepped into the room, her blue eyes soft as they landed on me and our daughter.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I admitted with a small shrug. “She woke up a little bit ago, so I fed her, and then I just… stayed. I thought maybe rocking her would make me sleepy, but…” I trailed off with a soft laugh. “No luck so far.”

Billie crossed the room, crouching slightly to press a kiss to my forehead. “You’ve been up for too long,” she murmured, softly bumping my side with her hip. “Scooch.”

I shifted in the chair to make room, and Billie slid in beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist and resting her other hand lightly on the baby’s back. She leaned her head against mine, pressing another kiss to my temple. “You’re hogging all the snuggles,” she teased softly, her voice warm and affectionate.

“She’s perfect,” I whispered, my eyes fixed on our baby.

“She is,” Billie agreed, her thumb tracing gentle circles on my arm. After a moment, she tilted her head slightly to press a kiss to my cheek, then another to my neck. “And so are you.”

I let out a quiet laugh, shaking my head. “I don’t feel very perfect right now.”

Billie frowned, pulling back just enough to look at me. “Hey,” she said softly, her voice firm but full of love. “None of that. You just grew a whole human, baby. You’re amazing. You’re the strongest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and I hope you know that.”

Her words brought a lump to my throat, and I turned my head to press a kiss to her lips. “I love you,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

“I love you more,” she murmured, her hand moving to gently rub my back.

“Billie?”

“Yes my love?”

“Can we have another one?” You asked sheepishly, looking at Billie with your best puppy eyes, making her giggle softly, kissing your cheek.

“Let’s let this one get a little older and then sure baby. Whatever you want mama.”

For a while, we rocked together in silence, Billie occasionally pressing soft kisses to my hair or my shoulder. Her fingers trailed soothing patterns on my arm, and I leaned into her touch, feeling the tension in my body start to ease. The warmth of her presence, the sound of her steady breathing, and the soft creak of the rocking chair created a little bubble of peace.

Eventually, I let out a yawn, my eyelids growing heavy. Billie noticed immediately, her hand brushing over my arm. “Come on, let me take her,” she whispered, carefully taking the baby from my arms. She placed a gentle kiss on her tiny forehead before laying her back down in her crib.

When Billie turned, she took my hand, guiding me back to our bedroom. She pulled back the blankets and tucked me in, smoothing her hand over my hair. “Do you need anything?” she asked, her voice soft.

I shook my head, smiling up at her. “Just you.”

Her lips curved into a warm smile as she climbed into bed beside me. She pulled me into her arms, one hand slipping under my shirt to lightly scratch my back, while the other rubbed soothing circles on my arm.

“I’ve got her next time she wakes up,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

But I was already drifting off, a soft smile on my lips as I snuggled closer to her warmth. Billie chuckled quietly, her arms tightening around me. “I love you, my perfect girl,” she murmured, kissing the top of my head.

This time, sleep came easily, wrapped up in her arms, her love cocooning me as I finally let go of the restlessness and let myself relax.

🍀☁️🌙💤

[bowtiepasta]

higuruma doesn’t mean to scroll so far back.

it starts with something innocent — as most things do. a new photo of you in his sweatshirt, a text he missed from earlier. but he somehow ends up in last fall, rewatching a boomerang you sent of you biting into a fruit tart: lips glossy, eyes flicking to the camera.

he shifts in bed, the sheets cool against his thighs, and sighs deep from his chest because this is getting embarrassing.

you’re not even naked, not saying anything dirty, only laughing while you chew and lick sugar off your fingers ..and he’s fucking hard.

by the time you actually sext him (what if I woke you up with my mouth next time?), he’s already half gone, head tilted back and breathing your name through bared teeth.

minutes later, when you call to say goodnight — your sleep-littered heaven-sent rasp-cured voice through the receiver — he lets his forehead hit the pillow, pretending not to be furiously stroking his cock beneath the blankets <3

he whispers, “goodnight, love.”

but the way he gasps when you tell him you dreamt of him?

god.

he won’t sleep at all.

“what was that?” you yawn into the receiver.

higuruma stiffens, wiping his palm against his comforter, heart hammering like he’s sixteen again.

“nothing,” he croaks, then clears his throat, trying for steadier and miserably failing. “just tired.”

you make a soft little noise. “me too. ‘m sorry I woke you up.”

“you didn’t,” he says too fast, too earnest. “I’m... glad you called.”

you giggle, low and lazy. “you sound funny.”

“do I?”

“mhm,” you hum, smiling. the nightlight he bought you from that thrift store down the road makes your cheeks look like strawberries. “all out of breath. like you ran a marathon or something.”

he drags a hand down his face, willing his pulse to slow.

“long day,” he says weakly.

“mm. you work too hard.”

there’s a pause where he thinks maybe you’ve fallen asleep, but then you sigh, and it crackles a little before the sound fully goes through: “wish I was there. I’d help you relax.”

his mouth goes dry. “yeah?” he breathes. “yeah.”

“I’d… scratch your back. let you put your head in my lap… stroke your hair… kiss up and down that pretty nose.”

he squeezes his eyes shut, fists clenching in the sheets. you have no idea what you’re doing to him.

“bet you’d fall asleep in five minutes,” you add, laughing gently.

“or,” you say, a sly little lilt sneaking into your voice now, “maybe I’d keep you up even more.”

he makes a helpless noise before he can stop himself, forehead hitting the pillow.

you catch it this time, voice perking up.

“…wait. seriously, what was that?”

“nothing.” “you look guilty.”

“it’s nothing.” “are you constipated?”

“goodnight,” he says quickly, practically strangled, but you’re stubborn — which he should expect by now.

“miss me or something?” you tease, and he swears he sees god.

“because,” you murmur, careful, like you’re just now realizing, “I wouldn’t mind… if you did.”

a beat.

“wouldn’t mind,” “if you thought about me.”

higuruma groans quietly into the mattress, hopeless.

you smile against your pillow, turning up your volume.

“next time you can just tell me, you know.”

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[miirohs]

no body, no crime [o.p.s]

pairing: Mob Boss!Oscar Piastri x GN!Reader wc: 1.8k cw: reader shoots someone, poor hurt/comfort an: this one is dedicated to the local piastri lover em because that Danny Ric fic is never leaving the editing stage,,, had to change it up a bit tho bc the beginning was hampering the rest of it, but anyways I’m continuing the 2 am shitposting tradition 💀

The clock ticked softly in the background, a cold breeze filtering through the room as you curled further into the sheets, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to drown out the noise. The nightlights shone through the thin curtains, the light of the bright neon billboards cast onto the floor.

Oscar wasn’t home again, leaving you to your lonesome in his penthouse in London, something about an emergency meeting at eleven in the night.

You weren’t worried much about the call time, but you couldn’t help the pit that formed in your stomach as your head rested on his shoulder, still too tired to make out what he murmured in a low voice on the phone.

Whatever it was sounded important but he didn’t let you hear anything, herding you back to the bedroom with the promise that he’d be back sooner if not later. You held onto his hand, eyes shutting for good as the warmth of his hand slipped away once again.

With that, you fell into a fretful sleep, waking up at odd times for no explainable reason.

You felt dreadful as your eyes opened again, apartment eerily quiet, vision blurring as you read the clock.

2:45 A.M. It read.

You crawled to the end of the bed, letting your legs dangle off the bed as you reached out for your phone. Not a single notification on the screen and you sighed, opening up the messages app.

As you opened Oscars contact, something outside clicked faintly, making you jump. You slid off the bed, feet padding against the wooden flooring as you wandered into the hall.

You didn’t see any guards posted, even as you called out names you could barely remember hoarsely, getting no response back even as your voice bounced around the hall. It was slowly starting to freak you out, but you figured it was just the lack of sleep getting to you.

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this paranoid, and it wasn’t just for nothing.

The lights were off in the living room and kitchen, and you turned on the flashlight on your phone, your free hand pressed to the glass window. Your hands trembled slightly as you returned to tapping against the screen, typing up a message to send to Oscar.

where are you rn? heard something outside, can’t see guards anywhere.

The screen lit up, speech bubbles popping up for a couple moments before diapering entirely.

lmk when you’re on your way.

You sent the message, sliding onto a chair and hunching over the granite countertop. The phone rang only moments later, and you snapped out of your stupor, looking at the caller id.

[Osc].

You swiped, sliding off the chair and walking into the kitchen.

“Y/n? Is that you, baby?”

“Mmm, it is,” You mumbled sleepily, fingers running along the countertops as you reached to open the cabinet, "Where are you?"

"I'm on my way back," Oscar replied, tone relieved. "Are you okay? Did something happen?"

“No, I thought i heard something,” You paused, anxiety thrumming under the surface of your skin as something clicked again, “And the guards aren’t here, they-”

“What do you mean not there?” You held the phone away, eyes widening as he cussed softly. The shock and fear in his voice sent a chill down your spine.

"I don't know," you stammered, glancing around the dark kitchen, "I called out for them, but no one answered. I thought it was just me being paranoid but…"

"Lock yourself in the bedroom. Now. I'm almost there, and if anyone breaks through, there's a gun in my nightchest. Don’t use it, just scare them if you have to." He instructed, voice panicked. You paused as he rambled further, eyes landing on a glass half full sitting on the countertop next to the sink.

“What the…”

Your head was slammed into the counter, blinding white pain licking across your temple as you dropped the phone.

The glass shattered as you flailed, crumpling onto the floor. Your world spun, something wet staining your hand as you clutched your head.

Oscar was now frantically shouting through the phone, and your vision blurred as you scanned the floor for the bright light. The sound of your phone cracking made you scramble back, trying to stand up as the world spun under your feet.

You could barely see the assailant in the darkness of the apartment, barely illuminated by the lights of the city.

They lunged for you, barely missing as you scrambled to the side, back hitting a wall. It was barely seconds before they came for you, pressing you up against the wall with their gun, cutting off your circulation.

The cold metal dug into your neck, and you clawed at their clothed arms, aimlessly flailing. Your kicking paid off, as the intruder gasped in pain as you landed a kick to the crotch, gasping for air as you slid down. Despite the throbbing pain, you dogged again when something flew at your head, crawling to the living room and pulling yourself up against the coffee table.

The intruder closed in once again, swearing loudly as they limped towards you. Grasping blindly, your fingers closed around a metal vase, swinging it in their direction. It connected with a resounding thud and you got up, shoving past them in the direction of your shared bedroom.

You’d stunned them, but you weren’t sure how long it’d last, locking the door behind you as you fell to your knees, crawling over to his side of the bed, slumped against the bed as you opened the drawer.

Your fingers closed around the cold metal of the gun Oscar had mentioned, hand tensing and untensing as you stared down the shiny silver. Suddenly, the door banged again, and you froze.

The rush of blood drowned out the taunts, positioning yourself in a far corner of the room, eyes straining in the dark as the doorknob jiggled.

That didn’t last wrong, the wood of the door splintering and cracking. "Come out, you-" the intruder's voice was cut off by another loud bang on the door, hand reaching down to the handle through a crack in the door.

There was nothing but the bed between you now, the door finally giving way, allowing them to stumble into a room with a malevolent look.

Panic surged through you and you raised the gun as threateningly as you could.

He grabbed your wrist, wrenching the gun from your grasp and throwing it to the side. You struggled, kicking and clawing your way out of his grip, diving for the gun. They tackled you once again, and you both tumbled to the ground.

In the struggle, your finger dug into the trigger, losing circulation as he pinned you down, gun shaking uncontrollably.

A shot rang out, followed by an intense ringing in your ears, the grip on your hands loosening. Something warm splattered against your face, blood pooling at your sides and you could only stare in horror.

There was nothing but a ringing in your ear, staring into the darkness as if expecting something else. The door burst open and Oscar rushed in, his eyes wild with fear. It was the first time you’d seen him so unkempt, eyes widening in shock as he connected the dots between the smoking gun in your hand and the body on the floor.

You couldn’t make out what he was saying, only as he pulled you closer to him, feeling the vibrations in his chest.

You couldn’t really make out what he was saying, slumping down against him as tears escaped your eyes.

You weren’t sure how much time passed till you could hear him again, blanking out for a couple of moments before you could remember again, sitting on the bed once again.

You could hear Oscar shouting in the other room, probably on the phone again. Something had gone terribly wrong for his composed self to be shattered.

He had Lando sitting in the room with you, monitoring you as your legs dangled off of the edge of the bed, staring down at hands crusted with blood.

Both of you didn’t say much, only nodding to any questions he asked, not even listening entirely.

“Is she doing okay?” You turned at the sound of Oscar's voice, opening then closing your mouth as Lando shrugged noncommittally, murmuring something about how he hadn’t heard a peep in the hour he’d been there.

You phased out again, only coming back to your senses as he gripped your hand, kneeling in front of you.

"Hey," Oscar said softly, high contrast to the way he had been yelling earlier. "Can you look at me baby?"

You blinked, slowly focusing on his face. The tears were coming back, and you swallowed them down again, digging your nails into his hands instead.

He didn’t complain, running a soothing thumb over your knuckles. "You don’t have to if you don’t want to," He continued, "You're safe now. Everything's going to be okay."

Even when you didn’t answer and stared blankly, he continued, listing things aimlessly to catch your attention.

“We’re going to increase security detail for you by the way. I won’t be leaving you on your own for a while…” He paused in his explanation, tilting his head at you. “Please talk to me, baby, I’m worried.”

You swallowed hard, feelings like a mess of strings as you opened your mouth. "I don't know what happened," You shuddered, voice barely above a whisper, "I just... I had to… I just killed someone. Oh god, I'm a killer."

Oscar's expression softened further in contrast to the steely tone he used as he gripped your hand tighter. “No, you didn’t. If anyone questions you, I was the one who did it. Not you, me. Don’t blame yourself for what happens to scum like that.”

“But then- then you’ll get in trouble,” You whispered, haunted by the thought, “they’ll arrest you.”

He smirked, reaching up to brush the hair out of your face as if he was contemplating something.

“Osc baby, what-“

“Whoever sent them,” He spoke with slight disgust, although you could tell that wasn’t at all the full gist of what he was feeling, “Started this trouble first. They can’t arrest me if there’s no body to be found. No body, no crime baby.”

You could only stare at him, heart aching slightly as he pulled your hands to him, allowing you to run your fingers through his messed up hair.

“You’re…” You didn’t finish the sentence, allowing him to stand up and hover over you.

“It’s going to be alright,” he murmured, his voice soothing as he wiped your unshed tears. “You’re strong, we all know that.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You sniffled, hands looping around his own as he cradled your face.

“You’ll never have to find out,” he replied, leaning down to kiss your forehead, arms holding you down almost possessively, “Never when I’m here.”

[lostintransist]

Fallen Angel | Batter Up

This new apartment was at least three times better than the hovel that sent you through the floor and into Simon’s lap. Both the deadbolt and the doorknob locked and used the same key! It had only been a month since moving in and you were still learning how to coexist with a man who maybe spent three out of every ten days in his own bed.

He didn’t text much and had yet to give you a heads-up on when he might be home. Today would be your only day off this week and you spent it deep cleaning the apartment and settling the last of your items into their homes. You had vacuumed Simon’s room, your room, and inside the couch. It was a newer couch but you still didn’t trust that it would be clean. The last one spawned crumbs like it had been put on this plane for that purpose alone.

As the sun settled you settled as well. TV on, volume low, you sip a glass of wine and relax until nearing midnight. Settling into bed you leave only a small plug-in nightlight in the kitchen to illuminate the darkness.

Quiet sounds, shuffling of feet, and the lock of the front door sliding home wake you from a restful sleep.

Terror kicks off as you fight to free yourself from your blankets. A bat lived under your bed next to the headboard for this reason. It had to happen while Simon was gone—course it did. Your toes are silent on the carpet as you pull out your protection. The bright pink softball sock had been a gift from a friend who moved before you finished school.

Opening your door on silent hinges you slip into the hallway. All is dark in the flat like you left it. There. Someone moves in front of the night light.

Lining yourself up with the opening into the kitchen you pull back, wound and ready to beat the brakes off whoever broke into your flat.

You catch him in the stomach as he steps from the kitchen. Your fear spikes when you see he is wearing a mask. There is no reason to wear a mask at night.

“Oof.”

Large hands grip the bat to his stomach. In a fight of muscle, you would have lost. Good thing you had your handy dandy sock. Pulling the bat down the length of the hall you leave the intruder with nothing to turn against you.

Winding up you aim higher this time.

He moves faster than his size suggests. One paw of a hand clamps down on the wrist closest to him, the other on the bat. Your sock must be on the floor somewhere.

The wailing cry that burbles out of your throat as your shoulders are slammed into the wall overtakes whatever your attacker is trying to say. The bat leaves your hand, fingers fighting in vain to hold onto the knob.

“Hey.” He shakes your shoulders back against the wall, “Hey, it’s me. It’s Simon.”

“S-s-simon?” You hiccup out the word.

The darkness obscures him still.

“I am going to let you go and turn on a light. Stay.”

You slip down the wall, strength leeching into the floor. The kitchen floods with light and there he stands, your roommate. You had hit the man with a bat.

A new kind of horror slips through you. Both hands cover your mouth in shock.

“I’m so sorry I hit you with a bat Simon. I didn’t know you were going to be home tonight.” Your words come out muffled by your fingers.

He groans as he settles down next to you on the floor of the hallway.

“It’s my fault for not letting you know we would be in tonight,” he winced as he shifted his arm over your shoulder.

Leaning in you let your tears water the sweat stains on his hoodie, a bit more salt won’t change much.

“Yeah,” you sniff, “Maybe we can make it a rule to tell me when you’re coming back?”

Simon laughed and then groaned. You started apologizing for hitting him so hard.

“Quit apologizing for protecting yourself. What was that on your bat anyway?” he looked to the floor outside the kitchen. Incongruous the pink sock causes both of you to laugh.

When you settle in bed after a cuppa, heart more settled than when you woke, the image of that single sock would leave you smiling as you drift.

Fallen Angel Masterlist | Masterlist | AO3

@lilynotdilly @theyarereal I finally remembered to finish this thought.

[goldfades]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTYkwmsqH/

Need a fic about this! With joe and Hayes seeing mama in the morning after she had a rough night ☺️

it started with the softest sound—tiny feet padding across the hardwood floor. your body stirred instinctively, the haze of a sleepless night still weighing heavy on you, but before you could fully wake, a warm hand brushed your arm.

“shh,” joe whispered, his voice low and tender. “go back to sleep. i’ve got him.”

and just like that, the mattress dipped as he scooped hayes up into his arms, your son’s muffled voice babbling something incoherent. you caught glimpses of joe's soothing words as the two of them disappeared into the hallway: “mama needs her rest. let’s give her a break, huh?”

hours later, the sun streamed in through the curtains, bright enough to pull you from the depths of sleep. the first thing you noticed was the stillness—the kind you hadn’t felt in weeks. no cries, no little hands tugging at your shirt. just the muffled sound of morning cartoons playing somewhere downstairs and the faint aroma of coffee.

you sat up slowly, the weight of the night before still lingering in your bones. hayes had struggled, tossing and turning, little whimpers escaping his lips as you rocked him back and forth in the dim glow of his nightlight. joe had been on the road, and you’d taken the night shift solo, determined to soothe your little boy through whatever bad dream had gripped him.

now, though, the house was quiet. and when you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, you found a soft sweatshirt of joe’s draped over the chair, an unspoken gesture of care. you tugged it on and padded toward the door, wondering where your two favorite people had gone.

the answer came as you stepped into the kitchen. there was joe, his back to you, wearing sweats and a t-shirt, his hair still messy from sleep. in one hand, he held a spatula, flipping scrambled eggs in a pan, while his other arm cradled hayes against his side.

“dada,” hayes babbled, pointing at something on the counter—likely the coffee cup that joe had brought back from your favorite café. joe chuckled, his voice soft as he adjusted hayes on his hip.

“not for you, buddy,” he said. “that’s for mama. speaking of…”

he turned, catching sight of you lingering in the doorway, and his face lit up with a smile that made your heart ache in the best way.

“there she is,” he said, setting the spatula down and crossing the room in a few quick strides. “how’d you sleep?”

“like a rock,” you admitted, leaning into him as he pressed a kiss to your temple. hayes reached out for you, his tiny hands grabbing at the strings of your sweatshirt, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you pulled him into your arms.

“he’s been good this morning,” joe said, resting a hand on your back as he kissed the top of hayes’ head. “ate all his breakfast, didn’t fuss. i think we’re in the clear from last night.”

“i owe you one,” you murmured, nuzzling hayes’ cheek as he giggled.

joe tilted his head, mock offense flashing across his features. “one? i think this earns me at least a week of foot rubs.”

you laughed, swatting at his chest as he grinned, clearly proud of himself. but then his expression softened, and he reached over to grab the coffee he’d set aside, holding it out to you like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“got this for you,” he said. “figured you deserved a little pick-me-up after last night.”

“thank you,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. it wasn’t just the coffee—it was the way joe always seemed to know exactly what you needed, even when you didn’t ask. it was the way he showed up, again and again, as the partner and father you’d always dreamed of.

he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and for a moment, everything else fell away. it didn’t matter how hard last night had been, or how many sleepless nights might come after. in this moment, surrounded by the quiet hum of your family, you felt whole.

“i love you,” joe said softly, his hand brushing against your arm as he looked at you like you were the center of his universe.

“i love you, too,” you replied, your heart full as you glanced down at hayes, who was already reaching for the cup of coffee in your hand.

“and i love you, little man,” joe added, ruffling hayes’ hair as your son giggled, oblivious to the weight of the moment.

this was your life—messy, chaotic, and so, so beautiful.

masterlist! thank you for reading <3

[bwobgames]

Alright no more mushy feely heart-palpitating homosexual behavior.

There’s a cat on the loose.

He decides to go do a deeper check on the wagons, perhaps his little furball fell asleep somewhere!

At the entrance he sees some things that have fallen over and a slight amount of orange cat hair. Mighty suspicious.

He quickly rearranges the forgotten napkins and continues.

He smells something.

There’s an empty glass on one of the tables, it has an interesting smell. He can’t quite place it but he’s sure he knows that smell. Maybe from another case...?

There’s no liquid left, so he can’t test-taste it. Bummer. But it is a very faint smell...

The one time his heightened senses are useful, and he can’t remember.

Although he has a vague idea.

Hopefully it’s nothing bad. Hopefully nothing bad happened. Hopefully.

(...The feeling that something bad is going to happen...)

(No, no. No more horror movie quotes. This is not the time to make myself spooked for no reason)

Even if the oppressive feeling of the dark makes him feel otherwise.

He has dealt well with this. If he can’t see anyone, they can’t see him either. Darkness is a friend.

Except when Vivi is at home, then he leaves at the nightlights and the TV on, no matter the electricity bill.

Now that he things about it, this train would be a fantastic set for a horror movie, perhaps Nadia could-WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

DID YOU SEE THAT SHIT?! WHAT WAS THAT?!

(…Am I… seeing things…?)

(No, no! No more of this! I am a professional! Not a scared bunny who will call Ángel at the slightest spooky trick of the light!)

(I am a man on a mission. An expert on both the natural and supernatural. I should be fearless by now!)

(No ghost, or man, or ghost man has been able to defeat me, and this will not be the day it does!)

He marches to the dinner wagon

"I! AM NOT! SCARED! I! AM NOT A-!"

He finds yet another small mess made by Firefox that he ignored last time for the bigger mess, but looking at it closely he sees…

A photograph?

Must be Vivi’s, unless any of the new guys are into analog cameras.

It’s blurry, by the colour palette it might be a picture from inside this train. Except for one little detail.

In between the blurriness, he sees a small bit of blue. A shade he has seen before.

…

He should ask Vivi tomorrow.

He arrives at his room, maybe Mozilla came back on his own?

But it’s just as empty as he left it, plus the signs of Ángel getting dressed.

As he leaves, he notices a few things.

His door feels… like it didn’t close properly. Could it be faulty? But it closed just fine before?

Secondly, it seems other doors are open too.

Nina and Mari’s room is slightly open, the lights are off. Are they just sleeping with the door opened?

Their new friends’ doors are slightly open as well. Odd, maybe Seba still hasn’t come back?

He won’t open them, of course. That’d be rude and creepy. Creppy, even.

What he does do is a slight pspspsps noise, to see if Firefox is inside any door.

He’s pretty sure he hears some sort of movement in the bathrooms when a familiar face comes over to him.

“Detective! Detective!”

“There’s a murderer on the train!”

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[queenofthekings]

𝓢𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮

Summary: Your story of survival in New York, and the promise you made to Eric.

Author’s note: If I get anything wrong about New York, pls don't yell at me I'm just a Brit who's never been and is relying on the movie and my friends for help lmao. Special think you to @littlexdeaths for helping me with this, without you I probably wouldn't have gotten this finished. And if any of you see a reference to The Enemy, no you don't.

CW: 18+, fluff, descriptions of injuries, horror, spoilers for a quiet place day one.

Word count: 1.5k

Tagging: @espressomunson.

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

You’d first met Eric in class, his accent being the first thing you noticed about him. Like him, you’d travelled far to attend law school in New York and both of you would talk frequently after classes about life back home and how different New York was compared to it.

The more you got to know each other, the more romance blossomed between you. He would always wait for you before class and go in with you, sitting beside you just so he could brush his fingers against your hand or whisper something funny into your ear to distract you.

You were expecting him to ask you out on a date, but then the world fell apart.

When it started, you were with a couple of your classmates, just laughing and joking around and then it stopped.

You barely had time to react before something akin to a bomb exploding just down the street caused everyone to start screaming and running all around you. Your lungs and eyes were burning from the smoke, and you could barely see but all you knew was that you needed to run. You had no idea where your friends were, but you hoped they were just hiding somewhere, and you’d see them soon as you darted into a bookstore.

With shaking hands, you got out your phone and dialled Eric’s number, silently praying he’d pick up only it went straight to voicemail. “Eric, it’s me. If you get this, stay where you are; I will come for you, okay? I will come find you. I’m so fucking scared right now, but I hope you’re still out there and you’re safe.”

You wanted to tell him you loved him, but you were too scared to, what if he didn’t feel the same way? God, feelings were hard when the world was ending.

You ended the call and looked around you, trying to find anything of value, picking up a map and a small nightlight you could use as a torch. You weren’t entirely sure where you could go but staying where you were clearly wasn’t an option. Shoving your things into your backpack, you hesitantly walked back out onto the now quiet street, trying your best not to walk on any broken glass or rubble.

Tears began running down your cheeks as you walked, but you didn’t bother wiping them away. You had to come to terms with the idea that you were the only one left; your friends were gone and so was Eric, even if that thought killed you.

As you walked, you wished you could listen to your music to drown out the silence with the occasional bursts of screaming but you knew it was too dangerous, you had to be alert at all times.

As night started to fall, it began pouring with rain and even through your hooded jacket, you were soaked through. You ran towards some shelter as fast as you could, you ended up finding an abandoned church and slipped inside the door as quietly as you could.

Being careful to avoid the puddle from the hole in the roof and the massive hole in the floor, you made your way to one of the pews and finally rested.

Sleep didn’t come easy for you that night, but you managed to get maybe a couple of hours, better than nothing, you supposed.

In the morning, you looked over your map to find the best route to South Street. It wasn’t going to be easy, but you knew it had to be done, even with the number of blisters you’d gotten on your feet from walking so much the day before.

Sliding off your shoes, you assessed the damage and wondered if you should trek out to find a pharmacy to get some band aids but just as you were about to put your shoes back on, you heard a commotion from the hole in the floor, with two people climbing out of it.

You froze as you slowly made your way over towards them, your heart pounding in your ears as you saw Eric. You couldn’t quite believe your eyes as you got down onto your knees next to Eric’s head, a shaky hand on his shoulder.

His eyes opened and instantly locked with yours, slowly getting up to embrace you, even if he was soaking wet. You tried your best not to cry but after everything you’d both been through, you couldn’t hold your emotions back and neither could he; you both held each other and cried quietly.

Eric refused to let you go, and you refused to let him go – even for a second. You slept together wrapped up in each other’s arms that night, finally getting some decent sleep at last.

In the morning, you could tell Sam wasn’t doing well and both you and Eric offered to go get her medication, Eric refusing to let you go. Reluctantly, you allowed him to go but not without giving him a kiss on his cheek, a silent promise that you’d see each other again.

You stayed with Sam, initially playing tic-tac-toe together but eventually getting to talk about each other’s lives before everything went down. Went to school together, had a massive crush on him you wrote on the notebook, causing both of you to laugh silently.

“He talked about you a couple times,” Sam whispered. “Always wanted to find you, now it makes sense why.”

You weren’t entirely sure what that meant, but in your heart you hoped it meant that he felt the same way about you. You kicked yourself for letting him go with just a kiss on the cheek and not a proper love confession, just more reasons to make sure he came back safely with Frodo in tow.

The four of you stayed in the church until the next morning, deciding to venture out to find Patsy’s. You and Eric never let go of each other’s hands, not for a single second.

But when you were out in the open, you’d knocked over an abandoned suitcase, the sound echoing throughout the silent streets. All four of you froze for a moment, before you knew you had to lead the monsters away to give Eric and Sam a chance.

Pressing a kiss to Eric’s lips, you pushed him away and sprinted away in another direction, screaming as much as you could to draw them towards you. It didn’t even fully occur to you that you could die in the process, but as long as Sam, Frodo and Eric made it out, that’s all you cared about.

That was the last time Eric saw you, saving his life. And all he could think about in that moment was how much time he’d wasted not telling you how he felt. And now, you were gone.

By the time Eric got onto the final boat with Frodo, he finally allowed himself to cry, to mourn over the loss of both you and Sam. At least he still had Frodo to comfort him, he closed his eyes and just stopped to listen to the purring cat in his arms until it jumped out of them. His eyes opened instantly, feeling himself on the verge of a panic attack as he looked around for that black and white cat.

Until he saw him at someone’s feet, his eyes filled with tears, clouding his vision but he could tell the person was walking towards him. Wiping away his tears, he got a good look at the person. He blinked several times, not quite believing his eyes.

It was you.

Battered and bruised, a long cut down the left side of your face, but still you.

You smiled once Eric noticed you, the cut across your face contorting a little so it almost looked like a half grimace. You took a seat next to him, handing back Frodo. “Hi,” you said, your voice a little croaky after not being used in what seemed like forever.

“Hey,” he said back, his voice just as croaky. “I thought I’d lost you, too.”

You shook your head, petting Frodo. “I was almost a goner,” you pointed to your face. “But I got saved at the last second, I don’t even remember by who. I thought I’d died, but my face hurt too much. Couldn’t even see out of my left eye at first, but I knew I had to get to here.”

“You still look beautiful,” he moved a stray hair away from your face, not even flinching like most people did at seeing your cut.

You pulled a face, letting out a small hiss in pain as you forgot the cut for a moment before you rested your head on his shoulder. “So what happens now?”

Eric sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I don’t know, but one thing I know for sure; I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head once again. “Don’t you worry, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got all I want right here; I have you and we have Frodo.”

“Good. Even then, I’ll follow you wherever you wanna go,” he whispered, capturing your lips with his in a gentle kiss.

[silent-stories]

𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 (𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐅 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄)

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

Summary: Luna has a nightmare and tells Noah she wants you. (this takes place before reader started spending nights at their house)

Noah woke to the sound of crying.

Not just soft sniffles or the quiet whimpers she sometimes made when she was half-asleep. No, this was different—this was loud, panicked, and kind of heartbreaking if Noah had to be honest.

He was out of bed before he even had time to think, his heart pounding as he rushed down the hall. The apartment was still, the faint light coming from the glow of the streetlamp outside Luna’s window reflecing on the floor. But her cries shattered the silence, high-pitched and terrified.

He pushed her door open in a rush.

“Luna, baby?”

She was sitting up in bed, her tiny body trembling, her fists clutching the blankets so tightly her knuckles had gone white. Mr. Flop lay forgotten at her side, and her face, streaked with tears, full of fear, almost broke him.

Luna’s hair hung straight and messy, a few strands sticking to her tear-streaked face. Her little pajamas, decorated with soft pastel stars, clung to her tiny frame, the fabric crumpled from her tossing and turning in her sleep. Her cheeks were flushed from crying, and her big brown eyes, were wide with fear, red-rimmed from the tears that continued to spill down her face.

Her breath hitched when she saw him, but she didn’t calm down. Instead, she reached out, quick and desperate.

“Daddy!” she sobbed, her voice cracking as she practically threw herself toward him. “He’s here!”

Noah caught her easily, gathering her up in his arms as she clung to him, her entire body shaking. “Hey, hey, baby, I got you,” he soothed, rubbing her back. “Shhh, it’s okay. You’re safe.”

But she wouldn’t stop crying. She kept twisting in his grip, her little hands fisting in his shirt as she gasped through sobs.

“No, no, he’s here!” she wailed. “He was in my room, daddy! He was looking at me!”

Noah frowned, his heart clenching as he held her tighter. He glanced around the room automatically, even though he knew there was no one there. The nightlight in the corner cast soft, warm light over everything—her bookshelves, her stuffed animals, the little drawings she had taped to the wall. Nothing was out of place.

But she was only four. She didn’t understand that dreams weren’t real.

“Baby, there’s no one here,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. “It was just a bad dream. It’s not real.”

Luna only sobbed harder, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she shook her head violently.

“No, daddy! It was real! The bad man was here—I saw him! He was in the corner and he was smiling at me and—”

Her voice broke into hiccuping cries, her chest rising and falling fast. She was panicking, too scared to listen.

Noah rocked her gently, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “Shhh, baby, slow down,” he whispered. “I promise, you’re safe. There’s no bad man, okay? Just you and me.”

But she wasn’t calming down.

She pulled back just enough to look at him, her big, tear-filled eyes searching his face, desperate and pleading. “I want her,” she choked out between sobs.

Noah frowned, brushing damp hair from her forehead. “What, baby?”

Luna gulped, trying to catch her breath. “I—I want y/n,” she repeated, voice trembling. “Please, daddy.”

And that’s when it clicked.

She meant you.

Noah sighed, his chest tightening. He hated seeing her like this—so small, so scared, so utterly convinced that the nightmare had been real.

Luna tugged at his shirt, a fresh wave of sobs wracking her little body. “Please, daddy,” she begged. “Call her. Please."

Her voice was so broken, so full of desperate, innocent trust that Noah didn’t hesitate.

“Okay, baby,” he murmured.

Noah lifted her effortlessly and she clung to him as they reached his bedroom. She was still crying, still shaking, her tiny fingers twisted in the fabric of his shirt, holding on as if letting go would make the nightmare real again.

“Okay, Princess,” he whispered again, pressing another kiss to her damp cheek. “I’ll call her.”

She didn’t respond, just buried her face against his neck, her breath hitching in uneven sobs. She squeezed her eyes shut, her little arms wrapped so tightly around his neck that he could feel her heartbeat pounding against his skin.

Noah sat on the edge of his bed, Luna curled up in his lap, her tiny fists clutching his shirt as she continued to sniffle against his chest. He reached for his phone, hesitating for just a second before unlocking it with one hand. It was late—past 1 a.m.—and for all he knew, you were fast asleep, oblivious to the way Luna was shaking in his arms.

Would you even pick up?

And even if you did, would you come? He knew you cared about Luna, but this was a lot to ask in the middle of the night. Maybe you’d be too tired, or maybe you wouldn’t think it was that serious. Maybe you'd roll over, see his name on the screen, and decide it wasn’t worth answering.

Still, he had to try.

He pressed the call button.

The quiet sounds of your block—the distant hum of a late-night radio, the soft footsteps of someone walking home, the breeze weaving through the trees—was just enough to lull you to sleep.

You had been right on the edge, drifting, warm beneath the blankets, mind already halfway lost to dreams, when your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

For a second, you debated ignoring it. It was late, after all, and who would be calling at this hour? But something in the back of your mind nudged you awake, and with a quiet sigh, you reached over, squinting at the screen in the dim glow of your bedside lamp.

Noah.

A strange sort of unease settled in your chest as you swiped to answer. “Noah?” Your voice was thick with sleep, but that wasn’t what caught your attention.

It was the sound of sniffles in the background. Muffled, choked little cries.

Luna.

Noah exhaled on the other end of the line, his voice low but laced with something you couldn’t quite place—uncertainty, maybe. Guilt. “Hey, um… I know it’s late. Maybe it’s stupid, and I shouldn’t have called, but—”

“Where are you?” You were already pushing back the blankets, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed.

Noah hesitated. “Home. She—she had a nightmare. She won’t calm down. She keeps saying she wants you.”

That was all you needed to hear.

It was incredible how quickly you had grown attached to Luna. In such a short time, she had carved out a space in your heart that felt like it had always been there. If Noah had lived on another planet and called you in the middle of the night to say Luna had a nightmare and wanted you, you still would have gone—without a second thought.

Your shoes were on before he could say anything else, your jacket grabbed on instinct as you rushed for the door. The cool night air hit your face as you stepped outside, phone still pressed to your ear, Noah’s voice filtering through as he let out a breath like he hadn’t expected you to agree so quickly.

“I’m on my way,” you told him, already moving, quickly wearing your shoes and grabbing the keys of your car.

The night air was cool against your skin as you hurried up the steps to Noah’s place after driving there, still in your pajamas. You barely knocked before the door opened, and there he stood—tired, shirt rumpled, hair a mess from running his hands through it. But before he could even say a word, a small, trembling voice called from inside.

"You came!"

You barely had time to step inside before Luna was reaching for you, her tear-streaked face peeking out from Noah’s room. Her pajama top slightly wrinkled, the fabric still damp where she had wiped her tears. Her eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, searched yours with the kind of desperation only a child could have after waking from a nightmare.

You went straight to her, sinking onto the bed as she threw her little arms around your neck, pressing herself into you.

“There was a bad man,” she whispered against your shoulder.

You smoothed her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I know, baby,” you murmured, rocking her slightly. “But don’t worry—I already took care of him.”

Luna sniffled, pulling back just enough to look at you. “You did?”

“Mm-hmm,” you nodded. “Punched him right in the face. And then, just to be sure, I ran over him with my car on the way here.”

Her eyes widened, mouth slightly parted as she processed your words. Then, after a beat, she let out a tiny, shaky giggle.

Noah huffed a quiet laugh from where he stood, leaning against the doorframe. “Very subtle,” he muttered, but there was no real reprimand in his voice, just relief.

Luna, still clinging to you, nestled her face into your neck. “You’re so strong,” she mumbled sleepily.

You smiled, rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles. “Of course I am. And you are too.”

Her grip on you didn’t loosen, even as her breathing began to slow, her exhausted little body finally relaxing in your arms.

Her last tears fell over the fabric of your pajama shirt.

"Oh, baby. It's okay." You kept repeating.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

A few more minutes passed, and then, with one last content sigh, she went completely still.

Fast asleep.

You shifted carefully, settling against the pillows with her still wrapped around you, her tiny fingers curled into your shirt. Noah exhaled softly, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed. His gaze flickered between Luna’s peaceful face and yours, something unreadable in his eyes.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

You just nodded and smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Luna’s forehead.

His tired eyes softened at the sight of you and Luna curled up together.

“She settled down so fast,” he murmured, almost to himself.

You pressed a kiss into Luna’s soft hair, breathing in the faint scent of baby shampoo mixed with tears. “She just needed to know she was safe,” you whispered, rubbing slow, soothing circles on her back. “And that I’d come if she needed me.”

Noah let out a quiet breath, his fingers twitching like he wanted to reach out but wasn’t sure if he should.

“Come here,” you murmured, tilting your head toward the empty space beside you.

For a second, he hesitated. Then, with a slow exhale, he climbed in next to you, careful not to jostle Luna. He settled on his side, his head propped up on one arm, watching the way Luna’s tiny body rose and fell with each breath.

She sighed in her sleep, one of her legs twitching as she burrowed even closer into you. You pulled the blanket up over both of you, letting the warmth of it settle around you.

Noah’s hand found its way to Luna’s back, resting lightly over yours, his thumb tracing soft patterns against the fabric of her pajama top.

“She looked so scared,” he said quietly.

You nodded. “I know.”

For a while, the room was quiet except for the soft sound of Luna’s breathing and the occasional creak of the apartment settling. The warmth of Noah’s presence beside you was comforting, but your entire focus stayed on the small girl curled into you.

After a while, Noah’s voice broke the silence again, barely above a whisper.

“You staying?”

You knew he meant for the night.

“Yeah,” you murmured, “Of course, I’m staying.”

Noah didn’t say anything else after that. He just watched you for a moment, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the room. Then, shifting carefully so he wouldn’t wake Luna, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

Then, just as gently, he turned his head and placed another kiss against Luna’s temple. She stirred slightly, a tiny hum escaping her, but she didn’t wake—just burrowed deeper into your embrace, her grip on your shirt loosening as sleep pulled her under completely.

Noah let out a quiet breath, settling back against the pillow. His arm draped protectively over both of you, his fingers resting lightly against Luna’s back.

“Goodnight,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath.

You let your eyes flutter shut, the warmth of Noah’s presence beside you and Luna’s small weight against your chest lulling you into rest again.

"Goodnight."

After a couple of hours, Noah stirred slightly, his mind drifting toward consciousness before his eyes even opened.

Blinking, he turned his head on the pillow, his gaze landing on the sight beside him, and his chest instantly ached with something warm.

Luna was still curled up against you, her small body tucked closely to yours, her face buried in the fabric of your shirt. One of her hands rested near your collarbone, fingers curled slightly. Her dark hair was all messy, falling across her forehead, and her long lashes fluttered ever so slightly with each peaceful breath.

And you—Noah couldn’t stop staring at you. The way your arm was wrapped protectively around her, the way your own face had softened in sleep, the way you somehow looked even more beautiful like this. As if you were meant to be here, meant to be the one Luna reached for in the middle of the night, meant to be part of this tiny, safe world he had built for her.

For a moment, he just watched.

It was the sweetest thing he had ever seen.

Noah exhaled quietly, his lips twitching into the softest of smiles.

God, he was so gone for you.

Shaking his head slightly, he let out a breathy chuckle, barely audible in the quiet room. He thought about reaching for his phone to take a picture, but he didn’t want to risk waking either of you. Instead, he just let himself soak it in for a few more seconds before settling back down, his body relaxing into the mattress once more.

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He closed his eyes, his last thought before slipping back into sleep being how lucky he was to have built this family.

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[solaireez]

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Luke castellan x reader

warning: its js fluff🥺 one bed trope, enemies to lovers

wc: 554

a/n: i couldn’t sleep😭😭😭 y/n’s kinda crushing on luke (who isnt) its pretty much gender neutral, i dont describe reader at all. im sorry i named this untitled again, im not creative😘

You keep tossing and turning beneath the sheets, the sheets you happen to share with Luke Castellan. The beam of moonlight creeping through the sheer curtains. The sound of his breathing kept polluting your ears.

“Can’t sleep?” his voice broke the silence. you had my back to him, refusing to face your sworn enemy. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. You specifically requested twin beds. To be fair, Luke did offer to sleep on the floor, but your feelings got caught between your pride.

“Shut up.” You kept digging your face into the cold duvet. “You’re making it worse.” Groaning, you finally turned to face him.

As you turned your body, you see that he was already facing you. His scar seemed more prominent in the nightlight. His hair was pointing in different directions, some covering his face. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looked very beautiful.

“What’s on your mind?” His voice was sore. You felt your self respect slipping away the more you look at him. Maybe if you gave him a chance he wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe.

All you could do was shake your head. It’s not that you didn’t want to share. It was just that the thoughts that was keeping you awake, was all about him.

When Luke got the quest, the last person you’d expect he’d choose to come with him, was you. You two rarely talked, when you did, it was just him trying to egg you on, and then you throwing a few insults at him. And those interactions usually occur during sword fights.

“Why’d you choose me?” Your voice was barely a whisper. You could see his face contort. You waited for his answer. Maybe he would just say ‘I don’t know.’ and you could finally go to sleep.

“Do you seriously not see it, y/n?” He let out a laugh. you felt his hand go beneath the covers, snaking between your fingers. You had no idea what he was talking about. You didn’t hide your confusion. He could clearly see it on your face.

He moved closer to you, still holding your hand.

“I’m crazy about you, y/n.” He let go of your hand, moving it up your body until he reached your flustered cheeks. You couldn’t get words out of your mouth. Maybe it was shock, most likely it was the overwhelming happiness you were feeling.

He was about to say something, before you crashed your lips to his. You slid your hands to his dark curls, entangling your fingers to his locks. He kissed back with more fervor, placing his hand on your waist.

You were the first to pull away, your forehead resting on his. heavy breaths clouded around you. you finally looked up at him, separating the touch. He was already admiring you, a smug smirk on his lips, before his smile broke into laughter. His laugh igniting fireworks within you.

“What?” You laughed with him. His laugh died down, hands moving back up to your face, and pulling you back in for a kiss. You could feel his smile pressed to yours. You couldn’t contain your laughter as you kiss him, making you break away. You dug your face to his neck, breathing him in, as the sound of his chuckles fill your ears.

[caramelarrowswife]

hey can i req some dark cacao-centric angst(?) and hurt/comfort?

basically cacao refusing any sort of help out of not wanting to burden others but it immensely backfires when he tries to walk it off after getting badly injured from battle (choco was NOT having it at all)

BURDEN

─── ∘°❉°∘ ───

What’s worse than a king who takes all for himself, not sparing a single thought to his subjects?

A king who takes nothing.

─── ∘°❉°∘ ───

Dark Cacao Cookie didn’t know how long it had been. How long it had been since he had slept, how long it had been since he had eaten, how long it had been since he had left his chamber, how long it had been since he had seen daylight.. or nightlight, for that matter.

It didn’t matter to him. What did matter was the breach in the defense lines near the Southern border, where Dark Cacao Warriors fought day and night to keep the Licorice Monsters away.

A breach in defense meant disaster, especially in a kingdom where danger waited to strike behind every corner. It also meant Dark Cacao locked himself into the war room for several days, creating new strategies to fend off the fiends plaguing the kingdom.

The king himself had returned from a battle with the foul beasts a few days back, and had ended up injured in the process. He hadn’t notified anyone, lest they think their leader wasn’t capable of defending himself.

Files and reports were scattered over the large table, fallen ink pots, scrolls and quills covering the table. The king himself was pacing around the work surface with his hands behind his back, a distracted look in his sunken eyes. They were underlined with dark circles, a clear indication of a lack of sleep.

Unfortunately for him, Dark Cacao’s son was not stupid.. not in the slightest.

A knock on the door was ignored - or perhaps not perceived? - as Dark Cacao’s feet acted for his mind. The persistent walking was slowly forming a circle in the carpet. Dark Cacao’s eyes were unfocused.

The door was gently pushed open, but the boy that entered looked a little less soft.

“Father,” Dark Choco said.

Dark Cacao replied with nothing but a noncommittal hum.

“Father,” Dark Choco repeated, louder this time.

The prince stepped forward, grabbing his father and king by the shoulders to stop his walking. This worked to shake him out of his daze.. this might not have been as positive as Dark Choco hoped.

“Unhand me,” Dark Cacao hissed, his eyes narrowing to dangerous slits.

When Dark Choco didn’t listen, Dark Cacao tried to angrily shake himself loose. When did his son get so strong? When did he get so weak?!

“Let go of me right this instant, boy!” Dark Cacao said, his voice low with fury.

“This is for your own bestwill, father,” Dark Choco murmured.

It hurt the young prince to see his father, the man who he greatly looked up to, in such a state. Frustrated because he wasn’t energised, and even more frustrated when his body was weaker with the lack of energy.

Dark Cacao, of course, saw weakness as a point that needed to be sharpened; more training on top of his work. Very, very unhealthy and very, very disapproved of by nine out of ten of your trusted healers.

Dark Cacao growled lowly as he felt his movements get slower, his eyes dulling as he was forced to stay still.

“Dark Choco,” Dark Cacao tried to push away once more, and failed just the same, “Let me go, please. As your king and father, unhand me. I have no time for your games!”

“Father.. listen to me. Listen to yourself! What if it had been me in your position? Would you have forced me to continue working?” Dark Choco said, putting the king in a comfortable chair with slight force.

A small glint of uncertainty shone in Dark Cacao’s eyes. Of course he wouldn’t have.

“That doesn’t matter!” Dark Cacao argued strongly. “You’re not in my position! You should know better than to defy my orders like this.. now let me get up-”

“No. If you don’t stop struggling right this instant, I will not hesitate to contact Pure Vanilla Cookie,” Dark Choco said.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Why?” Dark Choco’s good eye glinted mischievously. “Afraid he’ll make you sleep on the couch again?”

“I am not- he never made me do that!” Dark Cacao protested unconvincingly.

“Of course..” Dark Choco allowed himself a small chuckle, before continuing, "Has he looked at your wounds yet?”

“I have no idea what you are referring to.”

“Father..” Dark Choco shot Dark Cacao a strict look. “Have your wounds been treated yet?”

“My wounds were not severe-” Dark Cacao cut himself off with a small grimace. The constant pacing had done little to no good to his injuries.

“Father, for the sake of the witches!” Dark Choco sighed desperately. “For one so dead set on having every warrior fixed up after battle, you sure don’t take as good care of yourself as you should..”

Dark Cacao fixed him with a glance. “Mind your manners.”

Dark Choco turned his back to his father, walking towards the door to notify Pure Vanilla (Father to Dark Choco, husband to Dark Cacao) of his father’s untreated injuries, but not before muttering a small “Mind yourself..”

Dark Cacao pretended he did not hear.

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“Shh, Shh. Daddy’s gotchu’” Kiyana furrowed her eyebrows as she yawned as she sat up in bed. “Daddy’s here.” Josh’s hushed voice crackled through the baby monitor. Kiyana didn’t even know he was coming home early. ��

“Yeah, you happy to see me huh?” Josh chuckled “I miss you too pumpkin.” There was another little wail that made Josh chuckle softly. “And you too princess.” Kiyana couldn’t help but smile as she heard the pure adoration in Josh’s voice. 

“Y’all haven’t been giving Mommy a hard time, right? I know your brothers have.” He laughed. “o'u teine ​​aulelei” Kiyana heard him shift around before she heard the rocking chair start to creak. “I don’t think y’all know how much I needed y’all - how much mommy needed y’all” 

Kiyana shuffled out of bed, grabbed her robe, and quietly made her way down the hall to the nursery. The door was cracked and the rocking chair was facing the door, but Josh was too preoccupied with their newborns to even notice her. 

If someone had told Kiyana that she would be remarried to Josh a couple of months ago, she would have laughed in their face. But, this time around was so different and filled with love. 

They had kept up their therapy sessions with Dr.Anderson. And true to his word, whenever Josh felt away about something he didn’t bottle it up anymore and same with Kiyana. In addition, they also restarted their weekly date nights, just the two of them, no kids, no distractions. 

Josh looked up when he heard the floor boards creak. ‘Damn,” He whispered. “I think I woke up Mommy.”

Kiyana chuckled softly, leaning against the doorframe. She crossed her arms over her chest, her smile widening as she watched Josh, his attention entirely focused on their little ones. The soft glow of the nursery nightlight cast a peaceful hue on his face, highlighting the tenderness in his expression. It was a side of him that Kiyana hadn't always seen, but now it was the version of him she cherished the most.

"You didn’t wake me up," she whispered, stepping into the room. "I’ve just been laying there, listening to you talk to them."

Josh's eyes softened as he looked at her. He reached out with one arm, motioning for her to come closer. As she stepped closer he puckered his lips for a kiss to which she gladly obliged. 

Kiyana’s heart fluttered as she pulled back just slightly, her eyes meeting his. “I missed you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Josh smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I missed you, baby.” 

“This is crazy, right?” She whispered, looking down at her two girls in Josh’s arms. She had a small smile on her face as she gazed at the two of them, their tiny faces peaceful in sleep.

Josh looked down at their daughters, the corners of his lips curling up into a soft smile. “Nah, I knew it would always be us in the end. I may have messed up but... this was always the way it was supposed to be.” Kiyana felt her heart flutter in her chest as Josh looked up at her. There was nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes. The kind of love that had taken time to grow, been nurtured through trials, and now felt unshakable. It made her heart ache in the best possible way.

“You really think that?” she asked softly, stepping a little closer, her voice barely above a whisper as she reached out to touch the side of his face.

Josh nodded, his hand gently brushing the back of her neck, pulling her just a little closer. “I do. I’ve messed up, Ki. I’ve made mistakes. But you, me, our kids… I knew, deep down, that it was always going to be this way. It was always supposed to be us.” 

Kiyana let out a watery laugh and looked at the nightstand at the clock. “You got me crying at 4 in the morning.” 

 Josh laughed too and let out a yawn. 

“C’mon let's get you to bed.” She said as she stood up from the arm of the chair.  Josh wiggled his eyebrows making Kiyana laugh loudly, startling their youngest twin Jaylani. “Oh, I’m sorry baby.” She cooed, grabbing her out of Josh’s arms. “Daddy thinkin’ he getting some of mommy cookie was funny.” She said, eyes twinkling as she rocked Jaylani back to sleep. “But he doesn’t know the bakery is closed” 

“Yeah alright,” Josh smirked and rolled his eyes as he stood from the rocking chair with their other twin Jaliyah. He kissed her on her forehead before setting her down in her crib. He turned and watched Kiyana do the same with Jaylani before she turned the humidifier back on. Kiyana walked over to Josh and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the twins' nursery and towards their bedroom. 

As they entered their bedroom, Kiyana walked over to the bed while Josh walked into their closet, most likely getting undressed and ready for a shower. Kiyana crawled into bed, her body relaxing into the familiar warmth of the sheets. The soft scent of Josh's cologne still lingered in the room, and she couldn't help but smile at how everything felt so... right. Even though their journey had been rocky, there was a sense of peace now that she hadn't realized they were both craving.

The sound of water running in the bathroom filled the quiet space, and Kiyana lay there, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts wandering. She thought about everything that had led them to this point. The struggles, the heartache, the therapy sessions, and now, the love that was finally blooming again.

As Josh emerged from the bathroom, steam billowing from the door, Kiyana turned her head to watch him. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and his shirtless frame made her heart skip a beat. It wasn’t just his physical appearance—it was the man he had become. More open. More vulnerable. More loving.

Kiyana bit her lip as Josh turned his gaze onto her. He smirked and dropped his towel before walking closer to the bed. 

“You sure daddy can’t get no cookie?” He whispered and he climbed onto the bed. Kiyana let out a moan as their lips touched. 

"Maybe just a taste," Kiyana whispered against his lips, her resolve melting away as his hands traced the curve of her waist. 

Josh's lips traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of heat that made her arch against him. "Thought you said the bakery was closed," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

"I may let it slide, for my favorite customer," she teased, running her fingers through his damp hair. He chuckled and helped her sit up, pulling her nightie over her head. Kiyana reached for him, pulling him down so his body was flushed against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let out a soft moan as the tip of his dick brushed agaisnt her clit. 

Josh groaned, feeling how slick she was. “Bakery is closed my ass…” he muttered as his tongue swirled around her nipple, before capturing it in his mouth. 

Kiyana moaned, “Shut up and fuck me.” 

His eyes darkened with desire as he lined himself up, pausing to gaze into her eyes with a mischievous grin. "Say please."

“Please,” she whimpered, rolling her hips in desperation. He slid inside her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way she clenched around him. She cried out, the sound vibrating through his body. “Shit” she groaned. 

Josh thrust slowly, deeply, igniting a fire inside her. “You feel too damn good,” he breathed, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Kiyana’s fingers dug into his back, urging him faster, but Josh maintained his slow pace. “I love you baby.” 

“I love you too-o” She let out a choked moan as he finally picked up his pace. She felt Josh grin into her neck before he started to place open-mouth kisses. 

Josh felt her tighten around him as her orgasm hit. “That’s it baby,” he groaned, thrusting harder as her whole body arched. Her cries were muffled against his shoulder, and he shuddered with pleasure, feeling her pulse around him. The sensation was almost too much. He fought to keep his control, but each thrust sent him closer to the edge. Kiyana’s nails raked down his back, and she gasped his name over and over like a prayer.

Josh’s rhythm faltered, and with one last deep thrust, he followed her into bliss. He collapsed against her as waves of pleasure crashed through him, stealing his breath. “Goddamn” he gasped out as she continuted to milk him for everything he had. He gently pulled out, and placed a sweet and soft kiss on her lips. He stood from the bed and grabbed her a shirt and himself some briefs so they wouldn’t be indecent when their kids burst in, in the morning. She thanked him and pulled the shirt over her head. Josh laid down in bed and cuddled up with his wife, he grabbed the blanket and pulled it over them. 

Kiyana let out a content sigh as she felt herself start to fall asleep. When all of a sudden she heard the pitter patter of feet making their way towards their bedroom. She heard Josh let out a groan before the bedroom door was thrown open and their three boys stood there. 

“DAD!” They all yelled at once before jumping on the bed. Kiyana laughed as she watched their boys try to get comfortable, as tired as she was… she wouldn’t trade her life for anything. 

This is it guys. We made it to the end of Josh and Kiyana's story. I just wanna thank each and every one of y'all. Fr... like before I posted All Falls Down I was going to delete my profile but the amount of love y'all have shown me on that story and this one is... crazy! No like deadasss. I love y'all! ❤️

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[lightlycareless]

warnings: fluff. naoya and you have a lovable, baby girl named naomi.

I like to imagine how small, everyday domestic things happen between Naomi, Naoya, and you.

The one I kept thinking about as of recently is Naomi and how she would most likely (just like any other kid her age) be afraid of the dark.

This evidently happens right after she begins to see curses, be aware of them and the world she’s now a part of. It’s uneventful most of the time thanks to the protective talismans around the estate and her parent’s guidance, slowly but surely, she seems to grow accustomed to them.

But after a particularly scary encounter this soon changes, leading her to tightly grip ger blanket and plushie as you tuck her to bed, fretful of the moment you leave the room.

“…Mama…” Naomi would whine. Her soft voice, alongside her puppy eyes, made it impossible to ignore her.

“What’s wrong, dumpling?” you worry, leaning back down again to her level to gently place your palm on her forehead. “Do you not feel well?”

“N—no, it’s not that…” she shakes her head.

“Then what is it, pumpkin?” As if it weren’t extremely preoccupying enough to see your little ray of sunshine acting so distraught… the last thing anyone needed was for her to be ailed by something even worse. “You know you can trust me with anything, honey. Mama is always here to help you.”

After a brief moment of silence… she confesses.

“I’m scared of the dark, mama. I can’t go to sleep!”

“Oh, why is that? What happened?” you ask. At least it wasn’t anything grave. For you, that is.

“N—nothing, but…” She whimpers, clutching to her blanket even tighter. “But—but what if a curse appears from the dark?! I don’t want that to happen, mama…”

“And it won’t. The estate is filled with talismans to protect you in case one managed to slip through our noses” You try to reassure her, help her rationalize that such thing was virtually impossible to occur—and even if it did, they’d be quickly surrounded by more than capable sorcerers.

But to her small, innocent mind, such explanations were redundant. Had to real purpose when battling her fear, for they’d somehow always manage to outsmart you or her papa.

However, that didn’t mean you were running out of solutions. Thus, after a quick call with Naoya and sleeping together to keep her mind at ease, you come back with what soon became her beacon of hope—a little something that helped her regained a good night sleep.

“What are you doing, mama?” Naomi curiously asks, trying to peak over your shoulder and see what you were diligently working on by the electrical outlet.

“The answer to all of our problems, princess!” you cheer, turning around to see her. “Ah, ah—no peeking! Or you’ll ruin the surprise.”

Naomi giggles, placing her hands over her eyes to anxiously wait for the reveal.

“You can open them now!” you cheer, and without time to waste, your baby peels her hands away to gasp at the sight of her favorite character lightening up the corner of her room; dimly to not perturb her rest, yet strong enough to scare away any dangers lingering in the dark.

“Mama!” Naomi gasps, running to your side to get a closer look of the newest addition to her collection. “What is that?”

“It’s called a nightlight, little mochi. Something to help you sleep at night while warding off all curses!” After the right adjustments, of course. They don’t offer these types of services in retail stores.

“Really?!” Naomi adds. “…Will it really protect me?”

“Yes, I promise! However, I do have one other thing to ensure it works just as intended.” You smile, looking over to the door as it slides open, making your daughter quickly swirl into its direction and squeal upon seeing who stood just past it.

“Papa!! You’re home!” she cries, swift footsteps making their way to Naoya, followed by a tight, warm hug that immediately makes him crumble. It doesn’t take much for him to understand how much she had missed him, but if there was any doubt, her quiet sniffles erased all uncertainties.

“You don’t need to cry, pumpkin. I’m here now.” He says, gently wiping away her tears. Your heart tightens at the sight. “Someone told me you were having problems with the dark, and I, being the strong papa you can always rely on, couldn’t allow that to happen any longer!”

“Papa…” she murmurs, leaning into his touch. “What are you going to do??”

“Well, aside from your nightlight, how about we do that thing… what’s it called again, my love?” Naoya asks, feigning ignorance.

“A slumber party.” You reveal, and Naomi grins.

To do one of her favorite things… With her papa? And her mama?? Sign her up!

“But, before we do that, I want you to know something.” Naoya says, gently cupping her face alongside his suddenly serious tone, effectively pulling all of her attention. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you and your mother. I would go to great lengths, to the end of the world if necessary, just to keep you safe and happy.

In other words, long as I am around, even afterwards, harm shall never befall you. I will make sure of that.”

“Even from the monsters in the dark…?”

“Especially from the monsters in the dark.” He chuckles, kissing the top of her head. “Think they’re too strong for papa to handle?”

Naomi firmly shakes her head, giving him another smile alongside a sweet giggle that makes everyone’s heart soar.

“No, papa. Don’t be silly!”

Because if there’s one thing she’s absolutely sure, beyond Hello Kitty being the best, cutest cat in the whole wide world…

Is that her papa was the strongest.

And that he never lies.