#it is 3am and I don’t want to leave my room. to find it. because I am. not willing to do that

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ughh . i said I would sleep and it’s already 3am

[thegnomelord]

this isn’t a request but you’re the only writer i know who writes the monster!au so

dragon!reader and dragon!price are haunting my thoughts. dragons usually have to hold themselves back when sparring because they’re so much stronger than other monsters but with price & reader they don’t need to, to the point where the other members of the 141 are kinda wondering if they need to intervene.

what they do or don’t know is this is you and price courting, testing each other’s strength to assess whether you’re suitable mates. once you have decided you’re suitable it continues in the bedroom, fighting for dominance and testing each other’s stamina as price rides you or you pin price down and see if he can take all the strength behind your thrusts.

OH god I LOVE the way you think! I know @rodolfoparras also did a dragon price some time ago but I'm happy to let my monsterfucker out lol :D I'll consider this a spitball thingy but GOD DAMN did my hyperfixation hyperfixate on this :Ddd kinda rushed at the end but it's 3AM :/

CW:NSFW

What about if dragons measure not just raw strength, but all other aspects as well? They're prideful by nature and with so little of them remaining no self-respecting dragon will settle for a witless brute or a powerless scribe.

Price had lost hope in finding a mate centuries ago because he's even pickier than most of his kin; in his view, a proper one needs to be strong enough to completely pin him down, needs to be smart enough to see the insults in his honeyed words and give back as good as he does, needs to be clever enough to lead men as good as he does.

A proper mate needs to keep up with him on all levels.

And for a dragon of his age, that's an unachievable set of criteria. Oh sure, many of the dragons he's met over the years have tried to match him, but all fell short, leaving him lonely and unsatisfied.

Then he met you, a fellow Captain, a fellow dragon. Though only a few centuries younger than him, you're a wyrmling in his eyes, your scales like shining metal compared to his muddled gemstones. An arrogant wyrmling if the way you peacock for him the first time you enter the training room has anything to say about it— your wings spreading out and muscles rippling, back straightening out to make you taller, scales glinting in the artificial light; little details that anyone else can brush off as a simple stretch but to a dragon it screams of your interest in him.

His slitted eyes roam across your body, both equal parts disdain and curiosity. "Got somethin' ta say there boy?" His words are rough like sandpaper.

"No, no." You hum as you get into the ring, every little movement purposely done to showcase your hard earned musculature. "Just that you should skip out on this fight. Wouldn't want you to throw your back out old man."

"Old man huh?" His eyes blaze with the same fire at the end of his cigar, your words igniting something in his chest that had long been extinguished. "I'll show you old."

And suddenly he's in the ring, both of you trading blow for blow with the same savagery your progenitors had frightened mankind with for millennia, your claws leaving deep grooves in the concrete when you miss his side, his tail smashing a portion of the ground into dust when you avoid it, the ground between you cracking when you try to push the other away, loose scales and dust and debris littering the ground as you and Price wrestle on the ground.

Both of your teams watch from the sidelines, your team calming the other members of TF141 that this is just how dragons are, pointedly ignoring your victorious snarl when you pin Price down to the ground, your clawed hand harshly pushing his face into the concrete to the point you might break his nose as you bite the back of his neck, forcing him to submit. "I win,"

"Not fer long." He snarls back just as deep, feeling alive for the first time in who knows how long. "Best two out of three." And with that he jerks, remaining wing slamming into your side and knocking you off balance long enough for him to fling you into the wall opposite of him.

You don't know how many rounds you go before you're forced to stop by a very pissed off Laswell, who also pointedly ignores the obvious bulges in what remains of both of your pants, giving both of you a stern talking to about wrecking the damn training room.

You're ready to leave after being chastised like a child but Price is quicker, passing you with a "Good fight back there." rumbling in his throat, the soft scales of his wing brushing along your jaw. Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull when you meet his gaze, and Price has a good poker face but the smoldering look in his eyes and the low grumble in his chest makes it's obvious you've peaked his curiosity.

But that's just the start, the hard part is keeping it. While regular dragons may spend time with a potential mate conversing on scholarly subjects or having philosophical debates, you and him have a more practical way of assessing the other's intellect — Battle plans.

To your teams it sounds like a harsh argument, ideas thrown around and sharp insults tacked on top, their heads ping ponging between you and Price as you look over maps, trying to one up the other. Eventually your teammates leave you to settle this on your own.

"And I'm telling you, old man," You growl, both of you so close there's barely any space between you as you point at the map. "We can push a smaller team through the forest while we lead the frontal assault, our wip's not going to have anywhere to go then." You huff, holding your head up high to make it obvious you're proud of your idea.

Price gives you the stink eye, before he scans the map again, humming to himself. After a few seconds he lets out a scoff. "We don't have enough men for that." He says, but the sharp edge in his tone is dulled. "But—" His tail moves to brush against your own, your rough scales brushing against his smoother ones. "—It has some merit."

Price doesn't draw attention to the way your tails intertwine, wrapping together like two snakes, and neither do you. But the short purr that bubbles out of your chest says everything he needs to know, growing louder when he answers with his own, your shoulders brushing together. "Aight, back to work." He cuts your purrs short, but you can't hide the pleased look on your face as your tails remain coiled together.

Then comes the actual courting dance.

One late evening spent looking over documents in the privacy of his office, your tails once again coiled beneath the desk after successfully having proved your wit to him again, absentmindedly telling embarrassing stories of your respective teams. . . Price has a revelation. You might be it. "Hey lad."

You look up, your full attention on him. "Yeah?"

With a mumbled grunt too quiet for you to hear Price slides a hand beneath his shirt and pulls a large green scale from the meat of his shoulder blade, the wound healing before it can even bleed.

Instinctively you know what this means, for knowing how a prospective mate treats an extension of you will show how they'll treat you. But you still speak up, needing proof for your own mind that you're not insane and haven't been burning the wrong tree. "What?"

Price glares at you, "Don't play dumb," He says as he slides the large scale across the table to you. "It doesn't suit you." There's an underlayer of heat in his words, blue slitted eyes looking you over in a much more appreciative light.

You can't control the big grin that spreads across your face, "Oh, then what does suit me?" You ask as you follow his lead, yanking out one of your larger scales from your own back and sliding it to him. It makes the difference between you two obvious, his green scale muddled with age compared to your shiny one.

"Arrogant muppet." The gentle way he picks up your scale clashes with his harsh words, cradling it in his hand like it'll crack at the slightest of touches, his face reflected in the surface.

You grin, "Just confident." You feel his sharp eyes judge every minute twitch of your fingers as you pick up his scale. Price's poker face hides the way his heart melts at the loving way you brush a thumb across the surface, how it throbs when you don't immediately attempt to make it shine like some whelps once did, accepting him for how he is by putting it in your breast pocket.

God, he doesn't even know how much he'd fantasized about something like this when he was still young, vestiges of a purr escaping his throat at the tender way you treat his scale. "Right." He shakes his head and places your scale in his own breast pocket, handing you another stack of papers. "Get back to work."

You grin and do as he says, wings twitching as a sign of joy, your tail squeezing down on his and receiving a squeeze in kind.

Price feels like a horny teen when he lays awake in bed late at night with your scale held between his claws. He feels stupid for feeling so giddy at the thought of having a mate, a proper mate, yet his body thinks differently. Just holding it in his hand is enough to make him grow hot, your scent still clings to the scale and Price finds himself holding it close to his nose to familiarize himself with it and Hell his body loves it, cocks growing hard in record time and his thighs wet with slick. The poor thing doesn't even know what to relieve first, his free hand constantly going between stroking his cocks and fingering himself, mind craving the heat of another dragon that he'd been deprived of.

What Price doesn't know is that you're in the same boat, biting your arm to silence yourself as you imagine it's Price you're breeding instead of a pillow, splintering the headboard from how hard you're gripping it in an attempt to not damage the scale.

Then shit hits the fan when during a routine mission you two are ambushed, and while two dragons are no easy prey for mankind, humans have long since gone from using rocks and sticks. You catch sight of a sniper's scope glint seconds before the bullet targets Price, and in only a few seconds to think you throw yourself in the way, Price's scale in your breast pocket puts enough resistance to make you survive the bullet, but you feel it crack, and that. . . that sets you off.

Price doesn't even have the time to lift his gun before you're tearing through the battlefield like a man possessed, anger burning like a volcano in your chest for trying to hurt him, elemental breath and draconic strength unleashed to it's fullest potential.

And Price? Price watches the show with that same heat burning in his belly, forced to bite his lip to silence the pleased purrs as he rubs his thighs together while you tear flesh from bone, mate flashing in his mind. Look how he protects you His mind purrs, Good mate. Perfect mate.

"I'm sorry." You whimper when you've finally calmed down, the battlefield nothing but a ruined crater and the shards of his scale held tenderly in your cupped hands. "I failed, I-"

"Come here." Price cuts you off quickly and pulls you down into a harsh and desperate kiss, all teeth and tongue and need. He parts just a fraction of an inch, "You passed." He growls and only then do you notice the sharp arousal in his scent, your animalistic hindbrain jumping for joy as you kiss back because holy shit he considers you worthy.

And now that he's found his mate? You best believe his body is going to make up for all the centuries he'd spent alone.

It doesn't even take a week for him to enter heat, waking in a daze with his twin cocks hard and his thighs glistening with slick, your scent lingering in the sheets and your side of the bed still warm. The walls almost shake from how deeply he growls when he registers that you're not next to him, just enough sense in his head to throw on a towel around his waist before angerly stomping through the halls to find you, sniffing you out like a bloodhoud.

"Bloody muppet." Price growls as he yanks you by the horns back to his room, the scent of his arousal so potent you're struck dumb, letting yourself be pushed down. Price's claws slice through your clothes, his hole so slick and eager for you he doesn't even need to stretch, just jumps onto your lap and in one fluid motion takes one of your cocks to the root. "Fuckin' finally." Price hisses, instantly setting a harsh pace of bouncing on your cock that would have had a lesser race end up with a crushed pelvis.

You grip his hips for dear life, surging up to mark his neck and shoulders with bites as he does the same, his ass clapping against your thighs. "Mate." Price moans, hole clenching around you, his cocks leaking against your stomach. "My mate." He grips your hair and pulls you into a bruising kiss, "Going to last long for me yeah?" He asks, a bit of mockery on his flushed face as he feels you cum inside him, riding you through your orgasm as the sudden onslaught of sensations frazzles the intelligent parts of your brain. "Not going to disappoint me now are you?"

Good thing dragons have really short refractory periods.

"Not a chance." You snarl and flip him over suddenly, rumbling purrs escaping your chest from the surprised sound he makes. You attempt to pin him down and he squirms out of your hold, another bout of wrestling breaking out between you that has you two tumbling off the bed and onto the ground.

"That so whelp?" Price breathes out when you manage to pin him down, your strong hand keeping his face flush with the floor. "Do you really think you can keep up?" A pleased thrill runs down his spine from the sensation of your weight bearing down on him, his knees automatically locking up to hike his ass up, tail flipping up to display his slick hole for you.

"Do you?" You counter, one hand on his head, the other pressing both of your dicks together, your two tips pressing against his ass. "You're so wet and desperate, should have just pinned you down the moment I saw you instead of courting you." With one sharp thrust you push in, a pained and elated moan tearing out of his throat at the sensation of your twin cocks spreading him wider than any toy ever could, scratching that itch he'd had for who knows how long.

The stretch and burn and pleasure muddles his mind, reduces him to low animalistic snarls and growls as he does his best to push his hips into yours. "Hurry the fuck up." Price orders, whole body shaking from the way you set a harsh pace, bashing on his prostate, your balls slapping against his own, each hard thrust pushing and pulling his face across the floor. "I'll- fuck- fall asleep."

"You sure about that?" You push your weight further on him, forcing his wing to spread out, your own partially wrapping around him, "Seems to me like-" A bit of elemental breath leaves your throat when one particularly strong thrust has his hole clamping down on you, his back arching to push his hips as close to yours as one of his cocks spews cum on the floor, "-like you're not in a place to order me around."

"You- ah-fuck-ah- wanker." His insult would be a lot more hurtful if he didn't whine like a bitch in heat, both of you devolving into primitive snarls and growls with the only thought on both of your minds being the need to fill Price with as much of your cum as you physically can.

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Fëanor, Fingolfin, and Finarfin loved all their nephews and nieces I take no argument. They showed it in different ways, but there were never any malicious thoughts towards them.

Any competition they had was between each other (though Finarfin was very much youngest sibling literally cba to deal with his older brothers.)

Fëanor: Always has too much food, used to his kids bringing over their respective favourite cousin for a meal because they were out playing too late and he’s not exactly going to send a child home hungry. As they got older it was because they’d been out and this was the closest place to disappear away to and crash. He’s used to seeing various kids sprawled across the carpet in the living room, waking up with headaches and groans. He’ll never admit it, but he finds it hilarious and enjoys seeing the children happy. If his brothers ask? ‘What do you mean they were out, I’ve had your children here with me all night.’

Fingolfin: One day I’ll stop linking this post but I really like how it turned out so you get to see it again! Fingolfin happily lets them traverse his house, go through his belongings. He’s very much a partner in crime, helping them sneak around, acting as lookout. Pretending not to see a majority of sweet pasties disappear overnight. He lives closest to the busy parts of the city, so it’s not unusual for the kids to get ready at his house if they’re going out anywhere or even preparing for Court. Most of the kids have their own shared room, and they’re full to the brim of everyone’s clothes, jewellery, shoes. Essentially a whole wardrobe. It gets messy, but he loves seeing his house full of life. Even if he could do without the mess Tyeko and Iressë bring in… and the various musicals at 3am. ‘You know we never tire of having you here… but perhaps you could tone down the partying? Just a little?’ He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Finarfin: My guy ofc has his house by the sea which like Fingolfin’s, has many many rooms full to the brim with clothes and jewellery. It’s essentially a home away from home for his niece and nephews, they don’t have to pack because everything’s already there. As youngest uncle and closest in age, he’ll just so happen to tell the kids where to have fun. He had the least pressure on him growing up and knows the best places in Tirion and Alqualondë. Going to Finarfin’s is like going on holiday, he’ll back them up and make sure they can do what they want without worrying about their reputations as princes and princesses. ‘The kids are far too stressed and don’t get to come here often, brothers. Let them have their fun. I’ll take care of them.’

Bonus!

Finwë: The mastermind. The accomplice. The alibi. He has a wild side to him born in Cuivienen and honed over the Great Journey. Court life is too stuffy even for him sometimes, let alone his grandchildren. He’s the one telling them all the wild things he got up to in his youth with a wink at the end subtly telling them how to do things their parents definitely would not approve of. High King Finwë would never! High King Finwë definitely would, and he’s making sure his grandkids get the experience too. He’s the one who gets the parents to leave for weeks at a time and his grandchildren have the time of their lives. ‘My sons, you worry too much! Don’t you trust your father?’

[coco-loco-nut]

Look for the Light

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: You are Oscar’s best friend, but when you get sick, how is he going to cope

TW: cancer, death, grief

You will probably cry, I did while writing it at 3am

Based off of the song from Only Murders in the Building

requests are open! masterlist

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Being Oscar’s best friend was the best thing you had achieved in your life, and you made sure the both of you knew it. You grew up a few houses from each other and from the moment you both met, you were inseparable. Spending your childhood on the beach, playing and having adventures of a lifetime. He never minded going to explore with you, especially the lighthouses, they fascinated you. The silent call, the notion of looking for safety, looking for the light. Oscar adored that about you, it’s why he always wanted to spend time with his best friend.

That didn’t stop when Oscar started karting, in fact, you were his number one supporter. As his career took off, he never missed a chance to hang out with you, nor you with him. Some of his friends back home throughout the years teased him about your relationship, but both of you knew that there was nothing more to it other than the tight knit bond, once that was more akin to siblings than romantic.

It was one early fall weekend that you both were on the beach, near your favorite lighthouse when you collapsed. It shifted your worlds forever. Oscar became more reserved and you spent more and more time in the hospital for treatments.

It was cancer, caught early and quickly curable, plus, you were young and healthy, at least that’s what the doctor said. That’s what you all thought. The doctor was right, at least the first time.

You stopped going to his races, falling out of the racing world’s eye, but the bond between you was stronger than ever, especially as his career took off even more. When you ended up in treatment for the second time, he was even more determined to spend time with you. Even now, he sits by your bedside watching a race. He looks at you closely, your skin losing some color and the adventurous spark dimmed in your eyes.

“I love you, Y/n. I’m scared, I can’t lose you,” Oscar admits one day. You both knew what he meant. You are basically his sister.

“Os, it’s ok. I am too, but we gotta be brave,” you choke a little, tears welling in your eyes. The spark in your eyes has all but dimmed out, you find it harder to get through each day.

Oscar is getting his first real shot at F1, but he doesn’t want to miss a moment with his best friend, the one who he has vet every girl he’s dated, because if anyone knows him best, it’s you. The one person he can keep private from his public life, he can hide your pain and suffering from his crazy world.

“It’s not fair,” his eyes well up. The air is thick, the looming darkness has been settling in, the both of you don’t want to acknowledge the truth of it.

“Oscar,” your frail hand grabs his. “I love you, you are my brother, my closest friend, and I am incredibly grateful that you are in my life. Now, adventure is calling, so go and be brave,” you give him your best smile, not wanting to waste his F1 Australia debut, in Melbourne nonetheless, worrying.

“Y/n, I’ll wait by the shore for you,” he says, and you squeeze his had tighter.

“My love is a lighthouse, look for the light,” you whisper. He glances at the clock and with a heavy heart leaves the room to go to the track. Socials think that he is just going charity visits this week since he is home, but the man is so reserved even Lando can’t get him to talk. He calls every night, and you demand to have the races on while you write in your notebook.

Your family is in the room with you, you had taken a turn for the worse overnight but you didn’t want to worry Oscar, not when the race in Melbourne was today, not when you knew what it meant to him. You finished the poem you were writing as there were ten laps left, the strength to write leaving you.

Your mom tried not to cry as she took the notebook and pen from you, your dad slipping beside you in the bed, holding onto his baby. Your mom called Oscar’s mom, who immediately picked up, knowing what the mid-race call meant.

“It’s time. She wrote to Oscar, and I don’t think she will make it past his media right after the race,” your mom chokes out, tears flowing as she hangs up and gets on the other side of you.

“Look Mom! Oscar is in the points, he made it to P8,” you smile at her weakly, your dad filming your reaction to Oscar crossing the line, but he quickly stops it when your monitor blinks irregularly. A nurse rushes in, having talked with you and your family about this moment earlier in the morning. She pushes medicine so you will be able to step into the light without pain, without suffering.

“It doesn’t hurt, I promise. Tell Oscar I love him, and thank you for every moment. I love you both, thank you for choosing me as your child and loving me forever. I will love you beyond my last breath. Look for the light. Will you sing the song to me?�� You ask your mom, tears streaming down your face with a small smile.

“Hush little one, let me sing you to sleep. Moonlight has come so drift off to a dream. Sail from the day to the wonders awaiting you out there, in the deep. Off little one, chase the wind on the wave, adventure is calling so go and be brave. But if you get lost as your tossed in the dark of the sea, look for me,” your mom sings the haunting lullaby, watching your breathing slow. On the TV, the camera pans to Oscar celebrating with his team. Your eyes glimmer with happiness for the last time.

“No, baby, no,” your mom pleads, your dad pulls you tighter into him. With the last bit of energy you can muster, you squeeze their hands as your eyes close and a shuttering breath leaves your body. The screams of a mother can be heard over the flatline. The nurse unplugs your machine as another makes a phone call to Oscar’s mom, something you asked a while ago privately, knowing your parents would be too distraught. The nurses follow your wishes with heavy hearts.

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Oscar gets back to his driver’s room with a large smile on his face, having just celebrated with the team and gone through media. The first thing he sees is his Mom’s tear stained cheeks and he drops his helmet.

“No,” he whispers.

“She’s gone, Os,” his mom cries, pulling him into a hug. His body wracks with sobs. Lando sees the two and quickly leaves, having intended on congratulating his teammate, but now going to inform the team that Oscar won’t be doing press. Lando wasn’t sure what happened, but he knew it had to be personal and that was enough.

“She’s not gone, she’s not,” Oscar says after a minute. His mom wipes a tear off and looks at him with a mix of pity, sorrow, and compassion. “NO,” Oscar yells, his grief taking over, he slumps on the couch, sobbing more. The light house trinket you gifted him years ago sits on a table, a glint of sun shining off the top, as if to provide a comfort, a goodbye.

“I’m sorry. She asked me not to talk you it got worse last night. Her mom called during the race to let me know,” his mom says gently a few minutes later. Social media buzzes as pictures of Oscar’s tear stained face as he left the paddock spreads and speculation grows, but he stays silent.

The funeral is quick, small, near the beach that is home to your favorite lighthouse. It’s more of a memorial, your family having chosen to go with a closed casket burial because you didn’t want to be remembered in that state. So here Oscar is, outside Cape Otway, sitting on a rock, your unopened letter in his hand. It’s two pages, and he hasn’t had the strength to open the folded pages. He looks at the sunset, it’s rays washing over him. The ocean seems to tell him to open the letters.

Oscar,

Words cannot describe how proud I am of you. My best friend achieved his dream, what more can I ask for? More time? No. It’s odd, writing a letter about my own death. I can only assume how you feel. I’m sorry that I left you, but I never truly did. I’m in the light, I went peacefully and painlessly, surrounded by love. The sunset you see, the stars shining on you, a ray of sunshine bouncing off of something, that’s me. Don’t wait forever by the shore for me, you don’t need to weather each storm, standing by until I return. I will always be with you. Don’t be afraid to grieve, share my light wherever you go, keep me with you and alive in spirit. I love you, my best friend and brother.

Your lighthouse, beyond my last breath,

Y/n

Oscar moves your letter behind the next, his eyes looking at the poem, this one’s writing significantly harder to read. Your weak state evident in the messy lines, but it’s perfect to him.

Os- I finished the lullaby, find comfort in it when you miss me. Look for the light

Hush, little one, let me sing you to sleep

Moonlight has come, now, drift off to a dream

Sail from the day to the wonders awaiting you out there

In the deep

Off little one, chase the wind on the waves

Adventure is calling, so go and be brave

But if you get lost as you're tossed in the dark of the sea

Look for me

I will wait at the shore for you

I will weather each storm standing by 'til

Safe, you return from the night

My love is a lighthouse

So look for the light

The light

I will wait at the shore for you

I will weather each storm standing by 'til

Safe, you return from the night

My love is a lighthouse

So look for the light

The light

Oscar sniffles, carefully pocketing the papers. He pulls out his phone and watches the video he hasn’t dared to open until now, the one your father sent to him, a smile gracing his face as he sees you cheer as he crosses the line, but it drops as he hears the beeping before the video cuts. He looks up at the lighthouse for a minute, taking a picture for his personal memorial, before returning home. He changes his helmets to include a lighthouse, refusing to put one on that doesn’t.

The drivers and the McLaren team notice a shift in the driver when he appears in Baku. Lando takes it upon himself to try and get information from Oscar but fails. Instead Oscar turns to Pierre, Mick, and Charles.

“Her name was Y/n, she was my best friend, my sister. She died shortly after I crossed the finish line in Melbourne,” tears sting the young drivers eyes as he lays out his grief to the two drivers who know his pain better than anyone. Mick encourages Oscar to share the good, not the illness. It isn’t much, but the driver’s spirit has lifted a little bit, and the four agree to share their grief with each other more often, finding a healthy outlet with each other.

Lando only praised his teammate for his strength when asked about that Melbourne day, and reiterated that private matters were just that, private. Shortly after talking with the other three, Oscar sat Lando, Andrea Stella, and Zak down and let them know the basics of what happened.

“I’m sorry man, I didn’t even know you had someone that close to you,” Lando put a hand on Oscar’s shoulder. Oscar looks at the sunset with a sad smile.

“It’s ok, she’s here,” Oscar says, a hand over the lighthouse on his helmet.

oscarpiastri 2 April 2023 • I will wait by the shore for you, look for the light

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William Afton x fem reader

Babysitter

A/N: This is a second stab at the babysitter trope because it’s just delightfully filthy, it’s not at all connected to the go I had before (which you can find - here). Also this is my first time writing somnophilia so I hope it’s good. 

Synop: Reader is a regular babysitter for William, one night she stays the night as he is working a late shift. He comes home annoyed and the sight of her asleep is just too tempting.

Warnings: smut, non/dub con, somnophilia, age gap, inappropriate relationship.

You pull the duvet cover up over one of the children you’re babysitting, her voice catching your attention with its whiny tone. “I can’t believe you’re making us go to bed this early.” 

You smile at her and shake your head. “Lizzie, it’s half nine on a school night. You know the rules.” She pouts looking at you with pleading eyes. You know that she just wants to stay up and spend some time with you, it’s not surprising, with two brothers it’s no wonder she wants some time with another girl. She looks up to you and as sweet as it is, you know better than to delay her bed time. 

“Pleease, y/n.” She tries again and you chuckle as you turn on her nightlight then her big light off, coming back over to prop her pillows up. 

“Nope.” You say through a grin, “Now lie down if you want tucking in.” She does, though her dissatisfied expression doesn’t shift. And so, bringing the duvet up under her chin you tuck it tight at her sides, just how she likes, knowing that despite the whinging she’ll be asleep in 10 minutes tops. You stand up and head for her door, stopping just before you leave, “Night night, Lizzie. Remember the quicker you get to sleep the sooner we can make breakfast in the morning.” The little lass smiles and you notice the sleepiness of it even in the low light of the room. 

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Elizabeth is asleep before you can gather your stuff and lock up downstairs, just as you thought. So you go about checking on Evan asleep in his room as of an hour or so ago, happy to find him still settled. They’re good kids, never any trouble really. You’ve babysat for the Afton kids many times, as a local young lass with a liking for extra pocket money it was a handy job. You would pick the two youngest up from school, take them home and cook dinner, help with homework, all the good stuff. Their dad worked long shifts at his restaurant, so usually you’d stay and put the children to bed, getting yourself home once he’d come back. But tonight was different, Mr Afton had told you he won’t be back til the middle of the night and offered you to spend the night in the spare room; which you took him up on. 

The room is probably the smallest one in the house, not that you mind, it is a double bed with an end table and a chest of drawers. You put your bag on top of it, taking out your wash bag and heading to the bathroom, where you then ready yourself for bed. As it’s only one night you didn’t bring any pjs, only your clothes for the morning, so you strip down to your panties, take off your bra and keep the shirt you’ve been wearing today on, thinking that that should be good enough to sleep in. Yes, it’s revealing but if you need to tend to the kids you can always put your trousers back on. 

You don’t notice your discarded bra, abandoned on the bathroom floor.

Once in bed you set your alarm for seven in the morning, knowing you’ll have to help Mr Afton with the school run tomorrow. Again you don’t mind and you’re paid well for your time. And you like Mr Afton. God, how can you not? Such a handsome bloke, lean and sharp. Smart as anything too, you’ve listened to him talk on the phone, all business, shrewd and confident. Yeah, you like him alright. 

~

William gets home in the early hours, some time after 3am and the happy silence of his home isn’t enough to quell his silent anger. An incident at the restaurant has left him with paperwork up to his nose and a tonne of wasted stock, and with rent and utility on the way he was stressed to all hell. Even after staying nearly all night, there was still some much to do when he went back in tomorrow afternoon, and lord knows Henry won’t be helping much. 

He moves through his house as quiet as he can, careful not to wake anyone up even with his terrible mood. Poking his head in on his children, he smiles in satisfaction at your work. You’re such a good little lass, looking after them so well, you’re more than worth what he pays you. Honestly, the kids love you, even Michael isn’t annoyed by your presence and he couldn’t ask for a prettier thing to be milling around his house. He chuckles at that thought, you’re a damned tease even if you don’t realise it. What with all your tight jeans and shirts that pull away when you bend down, it’s hard for him not to look at you, but so far that’s all he’s done. That and a bit of harmless flirting. 

He pops into the bathroom to wash his face, hoping that will help clear away the stress of the day, except he doesn’t make it as far as the sink. Stopping still at the sight of your bra left on the floor. It’s a surprise to say the least, you’ve never struck him as the black lacy type, least of all when looking after his kids. And especially so given you’re not a careless individual. He grins as he picks it up, rubbing his thumb over the peak of the cup where your nipple would harden at such an action. The image goes straight to his cock, he’d wager you are much too inexperienced to wear such an article.

It would be a shame to just leave it there all night, so he keeps it in his clasp as he leaves the room, a naughty idea crossing his mind. 

But as he passes the spare room that he notices you’ve left the door cracked open. He’s not delusional, he knows it’ll be to hear the kids if they need you, but a very persuasive part of him wonders if you could have left it open for him. After leaving your bra in the bathroom it doesn’t seem outlandish, rather like you’ve left him a trail to follow and he wouldn’t dream of denying that invitation. 

The light from the hall cuts through the room as he cracks it open, his eyes quickly finding your sleeping frame laid on the bed and an almost sinister smirk creeps across his face. Such a lovely girl just laid there, having no clue that he was taking in the sight of you. Whether you did do this on purpose or not is irrelevant to him, there is only so much teasing a man can take.

He stands there in the doorway for a moment listening to the tickly feeling in his chest of doing something he knows he shouldn’t, his silhouette casting a large shadow into the room. It’s a familiar feeling but one that just never dulls. 

Still careful to be silent, William slowly enters the room, reaching behind himself to close the door, the room remaining dimly lit due to a lamppost outside the window. His hands move automatically to the buttons of his shirt, still unsure of what he was going to do even as he took it off, dropping it down to the floor. His belt was harder to take off without the suspect clinking noise but he manages it and his trousers follow suit. Standing over you there with his cock rock hard behind his boxers, he feels like some all powerful monster and it’s just delicious. 

The bed dips as he gets in beside you, lifting the duvet up and scooching in until his chest is pressed against your back, your warmth utterly intoxicating. You stir, a soft sleepy moan leaving your lips that makes his dick twitch. This is wrong in so many ways but he doesn't care, especially when his cold hand finds your leg, tracing up to the soft skin of your thigh and groaning when he feels the fabric of your panties. Though he skims over them for now, eager to feel more of you. It’s so easy for him to reach up under that shirt, trailing up over your stomach whilst softly grinding his stiffness into your behind, the knowledge of no bra making precum coat the tip of his cock. 

A cold hand grabs your breast, gently squeezing your flesh before taking your nipple between his fingers and tugging it lightly, it hardens instantly which makes him grin wolfishly. You again stir, arching your back into him, your behind rubbing against his erection. Your body subconsciously leans into the touch so he can’t help but give you what you want, largely because it’s what he needs.

So he shifts position, lifting your leg forwards to gain access to the part of you that was calling for him. He traces over your clothed pussy, brushing over your clit a few times and feeling your body tense with the slight stimulation.  

“Is that what you like, sweetheart huh?” He whispers, his breath spreading goosebumps along your skin, it doesn’t wake you but it’s close to. The throbbing of his cock makes him want you to notice. From there he slides his fingers under the fabric, immediately finding your core slick and gooey, he glides them through your folds, gradually becoming more risky with how he grinds his hips into you. The stimulation makes you moan, your eyes fluttering open and body instinctively trying to pull away, but he holds you firm, his other arms sliding under you to clamp over your mouth, disguising the sounds that tear from your throat. 

He shushes you repeatedly, his voice low in your ear, “Shush, sweetheart. It’s alright.” You’re ravaged by confusion, unable to tell if this was real, the fingers coated in your slick teasing your entrance and rubbing your clit felt achingly so, but how could this happen- it couldn't possibly be happening. 

You groan something into his hand and he briefly pulls it away enough to hear you, prompting you to say it again with a hum. Your brows are knitted as you speak, still trying to pull yourself away from him and the growing feeling building in your core. “...Mr Afton?” He grins into the back of your neck when you say his name like that.

“Yes, lovely.” 

You moan as his fingers find a perfect rhythm on your clit rubbing it vigorously and making the coil in your stomach tighter by the minute. “What… what are you doing?” It’s hard to speak, you’re so shocked that he’s doing this, that you’re living through it right now and that it feels so good. 

He doesn’t answer you, just chuckles into your skin, you aren’t riving away from him anymore but rather grabbing at the quilt now sticking to your sweaty skin, unable to decide if you want all this to stop or if you need him to continue. Your lower stomach is riddled with knots that are just begging to snap, the sensation completely overwhelming. You’re moaning pathetically, causing him to shush you again, you sound so good right now he’s dying to relieve himself somehow and just rubbing against you isn’t enough anymore, not when he knows how sweet and wet you are for him. And just, just as you’re screwing your eyes up ready to slam into your climax he stops, leaving your pussy twitching on the brink of your end. 

“Mr Aftonnn.” You whine, devastated that ecstasy was ripped from your tongue and desperate to feel it again. He moves behind you, pulling down his boxers enough to let his cock out, hissing as he strokes himself. You feel him pressing against your behind, then the stickiness of his precum smearing on your skin. 

“You gonna let me fuck that sweet little pussy?” The sound of his voice is so insanely dirty it has your head spinning, you nod, not remembering that he can’t see you. “Huh?” He prompts again, sliding his cock between your legs, the head notching against your entrance in such a way that it almost makes you jump.  

“Yes. Please.” You manage your voice hazy with tiredness and arousal, he doesn’t wait a moment, pressing himself inside the size of him stretching you to accommodate him. You whimper before he even gets to the hilt, your hands balled up in the sheets. 

He groans, sniggering slightly at how good you feel around him and unable to resist he starts fucking you. It’s an earth-shatteringly slow pace that has his tip pressing flush into your sweet spot, each time feeling like he was stealing the air from your lungs. The bed creaks with the movement, though he only just notices over the pretty sounds you’re making. You can’t help it, your orgasm is raising its head almost immediately and you want it so bad that you’re begging incoherently, grabbing at his hand which has found itself squeezing your breasts. And despite trying to keep the noise down his pace grows faster and more needy, the lewd sound of your wet cunt taking him in becoming more frequent. He’s muttering the dirtiest of things in your ear, mixed in with praise for how good you feel and how well you’re doing.  And it’s too much. Shuddering you hit your climax hard, muscles tensing as your wall clamp down around him and fluttering in the most perfect way. 

He grunts, fucking you more selfishly as your tightness begs him to cum. His pace wavers before he does shoving himself as deep as possible as he bursts inside you, filling you up without thinking. You gasp a little, still reeling from your orgasm but still aware enough to feel the sensation of his cum leaking out of you as he pulls out, leaving your cunt twitching. 

“Such a good girl.” 

[babygorewhore]

Stay with me

Rafe Cameron x fem reader

Your boyfriend shows up at your door after another fight with his father.

Warnings! Talks of violence! Season 1 rafe. I’d fight ward with my bare hands for my baby. Angst to fluff! Good ending! W.C 1k just a blurb. Couple is just for aesthetic.

The last thing you expected at 3am was to see your boyfriend Rafe showing up at your door with rageful tears streaming down his pretty face. His prominent cheekbones sunken in from apparent lack of meals as he stood outside on your porch. You immediately ushered him in, reaching to touch him before hesitating when he flinched away.

He stumbles onto your couch and your hand falters to your side as you finally notice the bruises and small cuts forming on his knuckles. “Rafey…what happened?” You quietly ask him as he buries his face in his hands.

He doesn’t answer right away as if weighing his options and you wait for him, slowly approaching him with your socks silently padding the floor as you stand in front of him with a relaxed, non threatening stance.

“I got into an argument.” He says between gritted teeth. “A fight. Well-“ his fingers fly to his hair and he pulls a little. “I got into a fight with my fucking dad. It got bad.” He admits and you immediately feel anger percolating in your gut.

You hated his father. He was an asshole. But you kept quiet, not wanting Rafe to stop opening up to you.

“He hit me. Smacked me around.” He flexes his jaw and leans back on the seat. “I ended up taking it out on my wall and he told me to leave for the night. ‘Cool off’” he says in quotations.

You shake your head in disbelief as you listen before storming towards the door, hastily looking for your car keys inside your purse hanging on the wall.

“Whoa whoa, where are you going?” You hear him say and stand.

“I’m going to fucking deal with him,” you growl but then your purse is yanked out of your grasp and he holds it away from you. “Rafe. Give it to me.” You hold out your hand and he shakes his head.

“Absolutely not. You’re not going over there because of me.”

“Because of you? You’re my fucking boyfriend and he hurt you. I won’t let him get away with it.” You try to reach for your bag but Rafe pulls it away from you and sets it on the other chair.

His hands move to your shoulders. “No. I won’t let you get hurt because of me.” His touch is gentle but firm as you stare into his blue eyes. “I’m used to this. I’m used to him. But I didn’t have anywhere to go. I didn’t have anyone else I wanted to see.” His tone doesn’t leave room for argument but you’re not going to easily give in.

“Rafe this is unacceptable. He can’t keep doing this to you. This isn’t the first time, is it? I see how you are around him. I see how tense you get-“

“He’s not your problem.” He replies and you scoff.

“Of course he is! If it’s your problem-“

“No! I said no! You’re not going to take on my problems. Baby girl, please. Just stay here with me. I need you to stay. Don’t leave me.” His inflection turns into a plea and you still. He’s never sounded like that before. Desperate for you to remain by his side. He usually had the tough guy act. Determined to pretend he had no weaknesses.

Your hands go to settle on his waist, “I’d never leave you, baby. I’ll be here as long as you want.” You offer and Rafe pulls you into his arms. His hug crushing as his fingers gently stroke the bare skin as he reaches underneath your shirt. “I’ve got you, Rafe. I’m right here.” You whisper against his shoulder and he buries his head in your neck.

You both stay that way for a few minutes, just holding each other as the rain starts falling outside and onto the windows of your apartment. You pull back and see tears beginning to shed from his eyes and you reach up. You softly wipe one away. “It’s okay. Come on. Let me clean you up…” You take him by his wrist and start to guide him to your bathroom.

You turn on the light and sit him down. You dig into your sink drawer and find your first aid kit. “There we go.” You mutter to yourself and extend your palm. “Let me see your knuckles.”

You attend to his wounded skin, dapping it with saline and he winces. “I’m sorry, baby. It’ll just be a second. Gotta clean this up.” You trail off in a whisper as you concentrate and take a cotton bud. You collect cream onto it and gently spread them over his injury.

“You’re good at this.” Rafe speaks and keeps his eyes on you as you pull out a wrap around bandage.

You smile bitterly. “I’ve had my fair share of fights, Rafe.” You go to decorate his fist with the dressing but he stops you with a shocked expression.

“What?”

You shake your head. “This isn’t about me-”

“No, tell me.” Rafe interrupts and pulls his hand back. You sigh and lean against the sink counter. You hold up your hand.

“See these?” He focuses harder and notices the scars on your own knuckles. “I’ve lost count on walls I’ve hit out of rage. I understand, baby. My parents were shit too. That’s why I hate Ward so much. I hate seeing what he puts you through because I’ve been there. And I’d never want you to feel the way I have.” You choke on your words and Rafe pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him.

“I’d never let anyone hurt you, baby girl. You’re mine. I’d kill anyone who looks at you wrong or ever puts their hands on you.” He growls before wrapping his arms around you.

You chuckle and your fingers stroke his hair, your legs on either side of him while he holds you. Rafe treated you like glass. Always wanting to keep you safe and hidden from everyone. Only because he wanted to shield you from experiencing what he went through. You were his little doll.

“We’ll protect each other, deal? You can stay here. However long you want. I’m yours.” You pull back and cup his face, pressing your foreheads together. “I love you, Rafe.”

“I love you too, baby doll. Nothings ever keeping me from you. Least of all my shit dad.” He breathes, warm air hitting your lips and you smile warmly.

“Now, let me finish that hand.”

Tagging @xxbimbobunnyxx @marchsfreakshow @slvt4jamesmarch @drewstarkeyslut @drudyslut @redhead1180 @rafescurtainbangz @take-everything-you-can @emsgoodthinkin @gri959 @impmunson @voyeurmunson @rafesthroatbaby

[natbelovasblog]

Stalker.

PAIRINGS: AOS!Natasha Romanoff x CCTV!Fem Reader.

SUMMARY: While your Coworkers relish in their lunch breaks-you take to watching the security cameras. But while watching over live footage you see something, or rather someone, in the corner of the camera. Who are they and why are they here?

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, Budapest references??, and a slightly agitated Katness Barton.

A/N: I had gotten this idea from a day dream, and decided to write it out at 2:30/3am. :). It was going to be a series.. but I’m too inconsistent for that.. so.. if anyone wants to actually write a whole or short series on it, be my guest, but tag me bc I wanna read it!

I had visions of it being like flirty nat, and playing hard to get reader, so nat keeps stalking and popping up everywhere trying to get her to go on a date with her, then she finally does so nat will leave her alone and the rest is history.

… anyways. Hope you enjoy. AOS means agents of SHEILD.

“I’ve got eyes on the target” A slight Russian accent was heard through the comms.

“You act like we’re in a movie” The archer spoke up.

“Shut up Barton, I’m doing my job” Natasha vocalized her annoyance. She’d only been with the man for 7 days, but even with it being that short, he was still a pain in her ass.

“We’ve got movement! I’m going in. Cover me.” The spy was already gone before Barton could even speak.

“Nat, you can’t just run off like that! There’s a woman in there. Who knows how many more. We should’ve sat back and waited longer!” Clint had told her, climbing higher up the tree to get a good look in the building.

“Oh please, they don’t even know they’ve got a weaponized system in the building! There’s probably only 3 security guards and I’m sure they would’ve already seen us with how slow you walk. I’ll be fine. Thanks for the concern.” The red head rolled her eyes. Knocking on the door before taking down 2 security guards with her widow bites, after they’d basically invited her in.

“2 down, 1 too go” She spoke just before halting her steps. Peeking into the door on her right.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Clint’s voice appeared in her ear. Wondering why the recently departed widow had stopped

“Another one…A woman.” She paused. “Do you think she knows about the weapons?” She continued.

“Well it’s not like you can walk in there and talk to her about it, I’d say no. Take her out and let’s get this done, I have a dinner party to get too.” The archer replied. He had climbed down from the tree and slowly walked his way towards the 2 big double doors.

-

Your head snapped towards the cameras when you heard the alarm go off. Checking each one of them to see nothing but a glimpse of red hair and an arrow.

Sprinting down the hall, you’d reached the break room, opening the doors to see if one of your coworkers had set the alarm off. Only to find them all on the floor and one of them bleeding throughout their nose.

Quickly dialing security, you told them you needed backup.

-

“You idiot! Who doesn’t check the doors before going into a building, with a million dollar weaponized security system?!” Natasha was pissed. They’d waiting in a stupid vent for 7 days, an entire week to steal the systems hard drive. All for Clint to try and open the doors at 12am. Setting off all the alarms.

“In my defense, there was no more people to let me in since you’d knocked them all out. And I couldn’t get the other one to let me in because you were too busy drooling all over her.” Clint threw his arrows back into the vent, settling down just in time to watch the security guards rush past them.

“I wasn’t drooling over her, I just thought maybe she knew something. She didn’t even look like a security guard.” Natasha thinks back to when she’d seen you twirl around in the spinny chair.

“Oh let me guess, she looked like a princess?” The Barton man whispered.

Yeah..

Yeah, she did.

-

“I saw a flash of red hair, and then what looked like an arrow.. I don’t know if it was an arrow tho.. I mean. Who carry’s around arrows anymore?” You questioned out loud to your boss.

“The boy, Katness Everdeen from the avengers does!” Mike, a coworker had joked. Making the others laugh.

“This isn’t a time to joke. It’s serious. Someone tried to get into the building and your joking around? Are you fucking kidding me?” Your boss, Chris yelled. Making the others stop laughing.

“Come on man, clearly no one got inside the building, if they did. We’d have seen. We do have some of the best security cameras.” Mike stood up, trying to calm Chris down.

“Whatever, get back to work. See if you can find anything” Chris walked out.

“We’ve check the cameras over and over again. We didn’t see anything!” Jake, another coworker yelled out the door.

“Check again!” Chris replied.

You did feel a presence watching you.. but maybe that was just your imagination.. right? I mean Mike was right. There was absolutely nothing on the cameras. Maybe you just needed some sleep.

[artificialbreezy]

so many thoughts, here they are. Girl dad Matt coming in HOT i have more thoughts too, will make a part 2 if you want

this is just really fluffy okay? i’m so soft for him

there’s so many dude, so there’s a cut to not clog up the dash

when he finds out your pregnant, he’s literally crying. he’s so happy. goes right up to your belly, “hi baby, i’m your daddy. i’m so fucking excited to meet you.”

immediately starts planning the nursery tbh

stuck between winnie the pooh or lord of the rings

settles on lord of the rings because “the plants will be soothing and it’ll be neutral and not harsh on her eyes!”

“Matty, we don’t know if she’s a girl yet.”

“i know it!! i know she is, i just do.”

he was right, she was in fact a girl.

you guys didn’t wanna wait, the doctor asked and Matt immediately said “we can’t wait, please.”

“it’s a girl! and she’s looking as healthy as can be too.”

he’s crying again, you’re crying again. he just stands up and kisses your head, “i love you. thank you for this.”

he always runs to get you whatever you need too. cravings at 3am? he’s got it don’t worry

you’re not staying home alone either, you’re coming with him.

boo is so protective too btw

he’s got a copy of your birth plan, a bag of clothes for you and him (plus all your travel size shower stuff), and a baby bag in his car at all times plus the one originally prepped in case you have time to grab that. but emergency one is ready also

he’s your biggest advocate at the hospital

he’s not letting anyone do anything you don’t want

doctors look at him for his opinion? no sir you ask my wife, or let me consult our paper (he though he has it memorized front to back)

he’s holding your hand the entire time, he’s cheering you on, he’s being the best support he can be right now.

when all is said and done, and his little girl is here. he’s so emo.

you get skin time first, she’s laying on your chest and he’s leaning against your bed. head resting on yours, “you did it mama, she’s here.” and his eyes are just sparkling man, he’s so mf happy

when it’s his turn for skin to skin, he’s ready. hair is put up, shirts off and he’s comfy in the chair. telling her all about how her mama is the best mama ever, and he’s gonna do anything to keep her safe and she has loads of uncles who are so excited to meet her, even tho one is more excited than the rest

the first guest is Noah, he was sitting in the waiting room the second Matt said it was happening tbh

and that’s when Matt gives him a little gift bag that has a shirt that says “godfather” and then Noah’s crying and you’re crying again and he’s blabbering about how he swears nothings gonna happen to her on his watch and he can’t wait to spoil her so rotten

when everyone leaves and it’s time to shower. he has no shame asking the nurses to take his baby to the nursery for a little while.

he’s helping you the whole time, he’s gonna wash your hair and your body and he’s gonna be so gentle and he’s so soft the whole time.

“can’t believe we’re really parents now, honey.”

“she’s the sweetest thing to ever happen to me, outside of you of course.”

“thank you so much, honey. i love you and i love her so much and i promise to always be here.”

when you finally leave the hospital you are not carrying a thing

“honey, you carried her 9 months and went thru 23 hours of labor. the least i can do is carry her to the car.”

you guys settle into this life so easy tbh

he’s big on baby wearing

especially when he’s working, it gives him time with his girl and his other girl time to relax

when tours are happening or a show is happening, he’s baby wearing and he’s putting those big ole headphones on her so he can work and take care of her

and yeah she can’t hear a thing but he’s gonna tell her about how she’s gonna be just like daddy, so he’s gonna teach her young

and when she gets a little older, he’s gonna make her own little garden in the yard. get her those cute little gardening tools, and take her to home depot to pick out seeds and he’ll teach her how to garden while her pretty mama is sitting on the deck watching all lovingly

and suddenly it’s her first year of school

and daddy daughter dances are here!!

he’s gonna go all out for her, big dress, dinner before, a photo shoot with auntie Lana

and she had the time of her life.

he walks in, in his button up carrying her against his chest

“she fell asleep in the car, let me go put her in bed and i’ll be right back honey.”

and he’s so happy, life couldn’t get any better in his eyes.

until he sits down, and you hand him a little old piece of plastic that just says “Yes +”

and now he’s crying, because he’s gonna have ANOTHER baby?!

[inadaydream99]

Kiss Me

Stray Kids x reader, very fluffy and some use of cringy pet names

A/N - I have no idea where Jeongin’s one came from, but sometimes I just begin writing and see where it’ll take me… enjoy! 😂

Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and does not represent any of the members in real life. Anything I’ve missed, please let me know!

Chan

“Don’t pretend you don’t want to kiss me.”

It’s been three days since Chan had teased you with those words and you haven’t been able to get it out of your head since. Even without seeing him, he’s still been pestering you. Or rather, the memory has.

It had all started because you’d gotten into some petty bickering between you. It was so trivial you can’t even remember what it was about. All you know is that you’re meant to be mad at him for it. But that stupid last sentence he called after you with hasn’t let you have a moments peace.

“Baby, are you ok?” He picks up after the first ring, the concern laced through his tone making your heart summersault.

“No. It’s 3am and I’m still awake…” you sleepily grumble down the phone.

“Well, go to bed then.” He teases, his tone bright and chirpy from the other side. Of course he’s unaffected by the time, your boyfriend is practically nocturnal.

“But I can’t!” You whine, letting out a soft cry.

Chan’s “why not?” seems instantly more serious. You can just imagine how his lighthearted expression fell off his face when he realised you weren’t playing with him.

“Because I’m supposed to be mad at you and I don’t know why and I just want to sleep but all I can think about is kissing you.”

There’s a few too many seconds of silence after you finish your complaining, to the point where you have to pull your phone away from your ear to make sure the call hasn’t cut off. “Chan?”

“I’m on my way baby.” He sounds like he’s rushing about, hearing a door slam behind him in the process. “Just don’t fall asleep before I get to you ok?”

You feel smug knowing he’s just dropped everything to fulfil your wish of kisses. Yawning again as you drearily mutter an “ok.” to him before the call ends.

Spoiler: you are asleep by the time he gets to you and he can’t bring himself the wake you when you look so snug. He doesn’t know how you manage to look so beautiful even while sleeping. So, instead, Chan cuddles up beside you, gently pulling you into his arms. But not before placing a delicate kiss to your pouted lips.

Minho

There’s a comfort in getting home after a long day to find your best friend Minho already waiting for you. It never fails to put a smile on your face seeing him making himself at home in your place; helping himself to snacks from your cupboards or kicking his feat up on the coffee table as he sinks into your sofa and watches tv. Entering your small apartment to find him already there, waiting for you, can instantly make any bad day so much better. Just like today…

Except, this time you return home to find Minho already fast asleep.

At first you don’t realise he’s not awake, calling out to him from the door as you slip off your shoes and shrug off your jacket. But then you realise his lack of invitation to join him on the sofa, or his offer of snacks that he’d already helped himself to.

Approaching said sofa, you quietly peer over to find him fast asleep. He looks so peaceful with the way his mouth hangs slightly agape, the hood of his hoodie pulled up over his head and his arms folded across his chest in a self hug. Adorable. It’s slightly strange to see him like this, so vulnerable and delicate. There’s not many people Minho feels close enough to to let his guard down around and it warms your heart to know that you are one of them.

Just as you decide to leave him be to go shower, his hand reaches out and grabs your wrist, making you jump out of your skin with a squeak. His amused chuckle fills the room at your response.

“I thought you were asleep.” You pant, your free hand on your chest, still feeling your heart race.

“I was until someone started watching me like a creep.” His smile taunts you. You just roll your eyes, muttering “rude” under your breath as you begin to pull yourself away from his grasp.

“Come cuddle.” His hand squeezes your wrist in resistance, already overpowering your weak attempt to move away from him by guiding you to the front of the sofa.

“But I want to shower.” You pout, caving the second Minho tugs you down into him and wraps his arms around you securely.

“You can shower later.” He mumbles, resting his chin on the top of your head.

Damn Minho and his ability to persuade you. Damn him and his snuggly hoodie… and how safe he makes you feel in his arms…

You lift your head from his chest after a few minutes of silence to see he’s back to resting. With his arms still clutching your body firmly, it’s a little difficult to move, but you are able to free your arms so they rest on the cushions on either side of his torso.

Minho’s grip on you is more lax than you’d initially realised. You notice this as you use your arms to leverage yourself into a half push-up (the rest of your body still laying against his).

There’s something so mesmerising about him as he sleeps. An angelic quality that makes your heart swell. You find your fingers itching to reach out to move the hood away from his face a little so you can cup his cheek. Delicately letting the pads of your fingers smooth over his soft skin.

“Will you just kiss me already.” Your breath hitches when you register his words. Again, you hadn’t realised Minho wasn’t asleep. And, again, you’d been caught admiring him.

Initially, you’re a little unsure if he’s actually just asked you to kiss him or if you’ve just imagined he did. That is until his eyes slightly open to stare you down, wordlessly commanding you to do it.

So you do. Without hesitation you draw your lips into his and let them melt into each other. Crossing a new boundary in your friendship with ease. And you know that neither of you will ever go back.

Changbin

Changbin had been trying his hardest to get you to kiss him. He really had. But all he’s managed to get from you so far is an eye roll as you walk away.

“So you’d really leave me like that.” He plops onto the sofa beside you with a cute pout.

“Like what?” You hold back the amusement wanting to show in favour of raising a brow towards your boyfriend. Maybe you want him to think he’s annoying you because he’s momentarily stealing your attention from the TikTok playing on your phone. Maybe you don’t want to give away how much you really do want to cave in and kiss him.

“(Y/N)~~~” he whines loudly and you can’t help the light laughter that sounds from you upon his emerging tantrum.

“Binnie, I really don’t know what you’re going on about.” You shake your head, lowering your voice to a whisper as you peer around the room, “and people are staring.”

“One kiss and I’ll stop.” His voice continues to reverberate the space around you, making you wince a little. You know he knows your resolve is wearing thinner and thinner with every loud noise he makes. You’ve been together for too long and he knows you too well to not catch on.

“Fine.” You huff. “Come here.” You reach your hand out to pull him closer by his broad shoulder, biting down on your bottom lip upon feeling the toned muscle underneath.

Changbin is silent, simply sending you the smirk he always does when he gets his own way. He’s very pleased with himself right now. You have to fight the eye roll when he puckers his lips at you, the temptation to tease him by shoving him away all too strong.

But the next thing you know, his lips have captured yours, your bottom lip being sucked between his. There’s not an ounce of you that could push him off now. Not with how good his lips feels against yours.

“Why’d you stop?” You complain when Changbin detaches from the kiss, smugly darting his tongue across his bottom lip as he eyes you cockily.

“Cause if you want to kiss me like that then we need to go somewhere less public.”

Hyunjin

You really don’t like your past self right now and if you could turn back time, you’d go back to the week before when you’d let Hyunjin rile you up to the point of your ego getting the better of you and smack yourself in the face.

“Don’t be such a sore loser and kiss me.” Hyunjin taunts, smirking at you in such a way you are unsure if you should be annoyed or turned on.

“Stop being a sore winner and I’ll consider it.” You fire back almost instantly, without filter between your brain and mouth.

Hyunjin chuckles at your retort, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek in amusement. Cocky bitch. He knows that’s one of your weaknesses.

“I wouldn’t test my luck if I were you, Princess.”

You gulp. There goes your sanity.

His tone drips confidence and authority in a way that you’ve never witnessed from your friend before. Sure, you’ve seen this side of him when he’s doing something he loves like dancing. But the power he radiated in those moments and the power he radiates now are polar opposites.

He’s watching you in an almost predatory way, his eyes darkened and narrowed onto your smaller frame. The bet has ended and he wants his prize.

“Hyune- I” you stumble over your words, mouth dry and mind blank as you watch him take a few slow but sure steps closer to you.

“You what,” he raises a brow. “Can’t wait to kiss me?”

There’s no space between you now and you couldn’t run even if you wanted to because you’ve been backed into the wall. Between Hyunjin’s hands holding your hips and his eyes staring deeply, unashamedly into yours, you’re practically paralysed.

Your eyes flutter shut as he leans down, anticipating his lips on yours. That’s why it startles you to feel his warm breath fan your neck, his lips grazing your skin as they trail their way up to the corner of your mouth, leaving a burning in their wake.

“Princess, if I’d known you’d react to me like this I would have kissed you a long time ago.”

Your breath hitches in your throat when you hear his whispered words, leaving no time before he finally crashes his lips into yours.

Jisung

It was a few days ago when he’d heard your muffled confession through your bedroom door, where you’d confided to your friend that you were missing your boyfriend because he’d been so busy recently.

It made Jisung’s heart break to know that you felt that way, even if it was completely unintentional. And he hasn’t been able to get it off his mind since. All the guilt troubling him into overthinking and being unable to focus properly. Had he really been neglecting you? Had he really been that bad of a boyfriend?

Of course, he didn’t directly confronted you about it. Instead, he decided to be extra attentive to you. So when he next payed you a visit, Jisung wrapped you in his arms, fully intending on not letting you go. He placed kisses on every inch of your face and doted on you as though you were unable to do anything for yourself.

He’s been super clingy for the past week. Leaving work on time instead of staying late, sleeping at your place, kissing you goodnight and good morning and - all in all - just showering you in so much affection. It feels just like when you first started dating all that time ago, when everything was new and exciting.

“Baby!” Jisung calls out for you, getting you to enter your bedroom to find him already laying on his side of your bed. When you chuckle an amused “what?” at him, he simply opens his arms and makes grabby hands, impatiently begging for you to cuddle. “And a kiss.” He mumbles into your shoulder, only pulling away so you are able to reach his lips.

You give him a few short pecks without hesitation, your free hand smoothing over his cheek as you do so.

“What’s gotten into you recently?” You laugh, voicing the question that’s been circling your mind the last few days when Jisung complains, dissatisfied with your short kisses. “You’ve been so clingy.”

“I just want to remind you how much I love you.” He sulks. “I feel like I’ve not done that enough recently and I never want you to forget that…” he trails off, becoming shy from his own feelings.

Suddenly his recent behaviour make so much more sense. He’s doubting himself as a partner. You find yourself remembering the feelings you expressed to your friend before. Remembering that evening, you realise that is when your boyfriend had started smothering you; he’d heard what you’d said. You couldn’t feel more guilty if you tried.

“I know.” You nuzzle your nose against his, “and I love you more than anything in this world.” You gush.

“I love you too baby.” He whispers back.

Felix

Felix had been acting differently around you recently. At first it was so subtle you hardly noticed. But with every passing day and week, things would begin to add up that just felt… suspicious…

For starters, he’d been a lot more touchy with you. And again, at first you hardly noticed because it’s no secret that Felix loves a cuddle. But what had started as his usual asking for a friendly hug, slowly developed into him pulling you into back hugs without saying a thing, or wrapping his arm over your shoulder, or oh-so causally slipping his hand into yours while walking beside you.

You weren’t sure if Felix was even aware of these new ways of affection being shown towards you. He’d never made any comment about it verbally, nor had anything else in your friendship changed. So, despite it continuing to mentally drive you crazy from all your overthinking, you decided it would be best to not say anything. After all, you really enjoy being closer to him and you’re sure that if you’d ever indicated you didn’t like it, then Felix would stop. He’d never make you feel uncomfortable.

It’s a casual Friday evening when things take even more of a turn however.

After spending the evening surrounded by your group of friends, one by one they’d slipped off to do their own things. It started when Chan excused himself to finish some work on his laptop after dinner. Then Changbin left for the gym. Shortly after was Jeongin, who dragged himself off to bed after nearly falling asleep on the sofa. The rest slowly slipping away for various reasons until only you and Felix remained.

“You not sleepy yet Lix?” You lean into him to whisper, the movie still playing on the tv before you. Even though no one else was around, it still felt wrong to speak at full volume.

“A little…” he trails off, turning to meet your eyes.

You admire the way his sleepy smile reaches his heavy lids. How his cheeks, despite the dim lighting of the room, seem to have a rosy hue to them. His hair is still a little static on top from the boisterous play fight he’d had with Seungmin hours ago, but it looks more fluffy than anything. And his lips…

You’re so engrossed in admiring him that you entirely miss his words, blinking yourself back into the moment with a “huh?”

“Will you kiss me now?”

You find yourself looking from his serious eyes to his lips and back again, trying to decipher if you’d really just heard him correctly. There’s not a single element of joking on his face, and the more his words register, the more you struggle to look anywhere but his soft, plump, kissable lips.

“Are you still with me sweetheart?” He smirks as he leans down to you, one of his fingers sitting under your chin to make you eye level. You’re awestruck by everything about him. Your mind running on overdrive trying to process as much as quickly as you can.

And then it all clicks. He’d been waiting for this moment, slowly warming you up with increasing forms of skin-ship and lingering touches. It has all been intentional.

You’re the first to close off the small space between you, crashing your lips into his with so much force you feel Felix almost fall back. Luckily he’s able to steady himself without breaking away, his hands clutching onto either side of your waist as you pull him in closer by cupping his cheek.

And that’s how you stay for the rest of the night, in each others arms and with enough kisses to make up for an eternity of lost time.

Seungmin

“Just kiss me.” Seungmin deadpans, not impressed in the slightest by you, nor is there any hint of amusement towards your devilish laughter.

You’d been dodging your boyfriends kisses all day, wanting to see how far you could push him before he did something about it. And judging by the way he’s shooting daggers at you, you think he’s almost there.

“Ew gross.” You fake a grimace, stepping further away from Seungmin.

“Ok. That’s it.” He practically growls, striding towards you so quickly you barely have enough time to think of your next move. The time it takes for your brain to register his fast movements and your body to spring into action are only just enough for you to escape his clutches. “Hey! Get back here!”

Seungmin follows your trail of shrieks and giggles as you do your best to rush away. But his place - while far bigger than yours - doesn’t go on forever and eventually you reach a dead end.

“Any last words pumpkin?” He tilts his head at you. You can tell he’s trying to hold back the smile that wants to overtake his stern expression. The corners of his mouth are faltering. “Or do you want to keep disobeying me?”

You have to bite down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from blurting all the sassy comebacks that are daring to slip out. But you know you’re in very dangerous waters. Your boyfriend has closed off so much space he could capture you in his arms and never let you go.

“Puppy…” you swallow your pride, making your voice as timid as you can as you blink innocently up at him. This tactic almost never fails getting you out of trouble…

An adorable smile breaks out across Seungmin’s face, finally dropping his faux-anger in favour of showing the joy it brings him to see you at his mercy like this. Boy does he love it when you act all cute for him because he knows it means you’ve run out of options. Usually he’d melt like putty in your hands. But this time he’s determined to get his long awaited kiss.

“Nu-uh that’s not gonna work this time.”

“But, Pup-” you’re cut off by Seungmin’s lips capturing yours. His hands pull you in by the belt loops on your pants, pressing your body flush against his, while your hands fly to his biceps, clinging onto them for dear life as his lips work their magic, melting your brain.

He pulls away with the most triumphant beam, catching the way you chase after his lips a little. The cutest whine sounds from you in retaliation and upon this, Seungmin shakes his head before leaning in and reconnecting your lips.

Jeongin

“And that’s why you should kiss me.”

You hadn’t even realised the PowerPoint presentation had concluded until the sound of Jeongin loudly clearing his throat brings you back into reality.

Yes, he’d actually made a full-on, detailed presentation to you to showcase all the reasons it would be “the best decision of your life” to kiss him - his words, not yours. And, while it’s not the most conventional way of admitting feelings to his best friend and longtime crush, Jeongin had come across the idea on TikTok and hadn’t been able to get it out of his head since.

You - on the other hand - had been in such disbelief that you’d actually tuned out halfway through because your mind had begun to wonder about what it would actually be like to kiss Jeongin for real. That had then led to imagining him as a boyfriend, how he would be so attentive and affectionate and, just, perfect… not that you hadn’t thought about him like this before.

When more agonisingly slow seconds pass without you saying a single thing, embarrassment and regret hit him like a tsunami.

“…you know, I should probably just-” “No!” Jeongin stops mid sentence upon your sudden outburst. He looks so flushed with embarrassment and adorably confused.

“I need you to kiss me…” You retract your voice back to its normal level, feeling your own nerves fall away when you see the shy smile form on your best friends face. “…please Innie.”

He’s speechless, simply nodding in response before hurriedly making his way over to you.

The kiss is filled with pent up longing. Like you’d both been waiting for this moment without realising the other felt the same until now. It just feels so right to kiss your best friend and to feel him hold you so close.

You pull apart for air after a few seconds, lips ghosting and elated smiles on both of your faces. You let out a little chuckle as your foreheads rest together, Jeongin’s hands lacing your fingers with his on either side of you.

“Your PowerPoint was right. It is the best decision of my life.”

[evidenceof]

winnix but they don’t get their happily ever after in some chicken farm in hershey, penn. nix says, ‘we’ll go to california. think you have anything to grow there?’ dick says, ‘i’ll find something,’ because he’s moved for him once, what’s another time? besides, there’s still sun and he thinks maybe the sea will help stop the drinking. but it doesn’t, and nix still drinks. which should bother dick, but it doesn’t. he thinks maybe it’s contagious because he finds himself thinking, ‘what’s another bottle?’ when nix pours himself two, four fingers of vat. no one’s ever there to tell dick that exceptions become habits. he’s stopped counting or he’s already lost count. blanche looks at dick the same sympathetic way ann used to when he’d come home from a fraternity-mandated date.

winnix but nix barely comes home and he’s stopped asking if dick wants to come with him to the yale club. dick is busy restocking the fridge with food for one (he’s grown tired of the waste. tries not to acknowledge the constant anger under his skin when lunch is too quiet, when dinner is just one set of utensils). there are girls, he knows. but none of them understand nix—where he chucks his shoes at the corner of the living room, which suitcases he likes when he leaves for europe, or asia, some theater without war on the other side of the world. invitations to fly out stopped around the same time as the ones for nights out. dick hears the women through his bedroom walls (nix doesn’t bring home the men) and wonders why he can’t sleep, why he runs at 3am and stares at the glittery, too bright californian sea until his shoulders are raw and red.

winnix but they don’t go to chicago and sometimes nix comes home sick, paler than bastogne. and he lets dick bring him soup, pour one (‘c’mon major, just a bit’) splash of vat into his black coffee. lets dick order him around—(‘take a bath, eat, don’t go out tonight, let’s walk, lew. just around the block.’). and nix leans on him like they’re sharing a foxhole, or a pup tent, or some officer’s quarters on the ss. samaria. dick has to remind himself he doesn’t miss war. shoves the idea of fresh eggs and coops in a sprawling green field. nix falls asleep on his shoulder and dick forgets what compromise means when this feels like getting exactly what he wants.

winnix but it’s a sunny wednesday morning when nix tells dick he’s in love with some new socialite with a pretty smile and shiny hair. ‘you’ll like her,’ is what he says when he uses his fingers to brush up the coppery strands plastered on dick’s face after a morning run. dick tries not to think of how nix’s fingers linger on his forehead like some kind of oxymoron. and he’s angry. he’s always angry these days and it makes his skin itch the way it did in mourmelon, but this time it’s sticky from the ocean and sand instead of dark mud and blood. maybe nix notices because he frowns when he says, ‘i thought you’d approve.’ after a beat he says, ‘she’s a woman.’ and dick has to stop himself from snapping (again). ‘you don’t need my permission,’ is all he says because he doesn’t want to imagine either scenario. his skin still feels sticky. they don’t talk for a week.

winnix but nix demands, ‘what are you still doing here, dick?’ he’s sick again, but the pretty socialite takes care of him, brings him the wrong soup and too much vat. tonight though, tonight it’s just the two of them. nix looks tired and it isn’t from the flu. ‘i don’t know,’ is what dick replies because he still can’t name the feeling. what word to use for staying. some equivalent to ‘exception’ or ‘special case’, whatever the hell he said that one time about nix dying—in the holland, and then again when the doctor talked about diabetes.

winnix but dick still doesn’t know that he loves nix because it doesn’t fit into any box he’s made for himself. because he’s told himself he’s comfortable in a ymca only because it’s cheap not because of the company. because he couldn’t trace the sound of a threat in his father’s voice telling him not to move in with that man. or deetta’s eyes that looked like they understood something dick couldn’t. because he can’t bring himself to say, ‘what about me?’ when nix tells him he’s proposing to the woman. or the lilt of the statement in the end that makes it sound like a question. the same way he said, ‘am i all right?’ when the bullet didn’t pass through his skull. dick moves out and neither of them ask what took so long.

winnix but dick gives his best man speech like they’re vows and nix tries not to look at him like he’s the only other person in the room. winnix but it’s dick in the hospital beside nix and his wife who knows what soup nix likes because dick had sent her the recipe. winnix but it’s just dick now with white hair and smudges of movement. he has a hard time putting the spoon to his mouth so ethel, god bless her, does it for him. his muscles can’t do much, not anymore, but he still remembers what shape to contort his tongue so he can say, ‘lew,’ when that biographer asks about his best friend.

winnix where they don’t ever say ‘i love you,’ even when there’s no other way to name it.

[wonijinjin]

all nighter with seventeen’s 96 line

synopsis: what the title says

word count: 0.9k | genre: fluff | pairings: 96 line x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of food

“seriously, are you gonna stay up? because i doubt that you can make it.” jun raised an eyebrow, not liking how you want to ruin your sleep cycle. “look junnie i need to see the final of this show! it is not my fault it comes out at like 3am!” you shouted in excitement, pouting a bit at him. he put his hands on his ears jokingly, indicating how loud you were even though it was like 10pm already; you were usually very tired at this point of the night, but not tonight. “well, if a show is more important to you then your health…” he said, trying to make you feel guilty, trailing off. “jun don’t worry, you don’t have to stay up with me if you don’t want to. don’t risk your already not so bright sleep schedule.” you giggled while he started shaking his head, walking closer to you. “no! i wouldn’t let my baby stay up alone, plus we could cuddle until it comes out!” he kissed your forehead, pulling you close.

- worries about your health so much, afraid that you will get used to not sleeping enough and will get sick eventually

- loves your passion though; he will let it slide because you just look so cute when excited for watching the movies

- makes you stay up all day to contain your sleep cycle, preventing you from messing it up completely

“oh my god this is gonna be so fun!” hoshi squeeled while looking kind of like a maniac. you burst out laughing, finding him so cute. “ahw you are adorable my tiger. you were really waiting for me! and you really have a lot of energy in you, huh?” you said while squeezing his cheeks, giving him a chaste kiss. he just nodded while smiling, bouncing up and down just like he always does when he is excited. “let’s prepare some food for the night. when we have all the nutrients for the whole night you can drag me to the practice room to make the new choreo.” you advised, already going to the kitchen to start cooking some warm food. “alright baby tiger, understood! it is gonna be so exciting, having you with me!” he grinned, picking you up and spinning you around.

- hyper tiger, he is thrilled to have you with him and have some company as he is often lonely in the early hours of sunrise since the members usually leave after midnight

- will make the two of you take breaks though; getting silly and dancing and jumping for fun (and to keep you awake)

- very grateful that you pulled the night off for him, definitely would finish the choreo a lot faster since you are there

“are you sure you won’t fall asleep? i know you don’t really like this game that much.” wonwoo questioned as you sat down next to his gaming chair, head on his shoulder, ready to watch your boyfriend pull a gaming night till sunrise. “i am more than confident that i can do it sweetie.” you mocked him in a silly tone to which he giggled. “alright, alright. are you comfortable?” he wondered while looking down at you attentively. “yes, very much, thank you.” you replied as you snuggled into him, his focus already back to the computer screen. “are we gonna play together during the night though? like sims? or animal crossing?” you peeked up at him curiously. “of course sweetheart, whatever you want. just let me finish this game first.” he said while patting your head.

- he is very soft for you, and would love to teach you how to play some new games (if you want to of course)

- you would doze off for a bit at 2am though; he would look at you with so much adoration before nudging you to wake up and telling you how you promised yourself you could do it

- would stop to make you ramen in the middle of the night and have a deep conversation about life

“you know it is not healthy to drink that much coke, right?” you stared at woozi who was opening another can of the beverage. he stopped and gave you a confused look. “but i need it to stay awake. plus, it is better than energy drinks and you know that. you’d rather i drank those?” you sighed in defeat. “this will be your last one. not only will you stay up tonight but for the next three days with that much sugar.” you laughed. he put down the can and pulled you close to him, leaning close to your ear. “don’t worry about me babe. i will not break your stupid rules.” he smirked, his statement earning a smack on the arm from you. “okay, enough. get back to work or you will never sleep! i will be chilling here on the couch.” you shushed him. “thank you for staying.” he said while pecking your cheek.

- pretends to be annoyed but in reality really appreciates your gesture of not letting him work alone all night (again)

- shows you his process and tells you how you inspired the lyrics of one of the songs, you would instantly melt upon hearing it since it was so beautiful

- would let you baby him when he is at the turning point, barely holding on (denies it the next day and calls it a moment of weakness)

[justevelynnnn]

Seeing Nerd!Armin’s dorm for the first time

Notes: Kinda continuation of my nervous nerd post but it doesn’t have to be if u don’t want to

content: Nerd!Armin x blk/fem!reader, mostly fluff, a bit suggestive here and there but nothing too explicit 👍🏾

- Armin called you the second he got back to his dorm, he just loves ur voice sm!

-The boy was obsessed i tell y’all…

- You guys talked for hours that night and for the next few weeks you guys would talk every night until like 3am talking about whatever…

- “Sooo, you got a roommate or sum?”, You’d ask one night.

-“Oh, not really. I live in the coed mini apartments. We have our own rooms…I guess it still counts though huh…” Armin softly said.

-Come to find out y’all both do!

-After learning this you asked to come over one day.

-Armin was a nervous wreck. He spent hours trying to clean up and make the place look nice before you came over. He also begged Eren to leave too.

-“Why?” Eren asked but Armin not wanting to really say just responded in a squeaky, “…Because!”

-Eren just stared for a second and then busted out laughing, “OHhhh, i see..😏”

-Armin tried to explain that’s not what was happening here but Eren just yelled back, “Have fun!” as he left out the door.

- Armin was in the middle of cleaning his glasses when you knocked on the door. He jumped a bit as his heart began to beat and he stared to blush at the thought of you seeing where he stayed.

-After one last quick check in the mirror he opened the door, greeted you and to his surprise you gave him a hug!

-He kinda just froze and smiled. Very awkward but cute..

-You wore a cute plain green dress that went to your knees, a black jean jacket to go over it and some black uggs. You also had your hair in a bun(if u don’t have enough for a bun sorry just pretend u got a wig on or something). He loved how good you looked even in simple outfits.

-He let you in as you looked around admiring how neat it was. “It’s so cleannn up in here, y’all might be the cleanest college boys i know!” You exclaimed. “Where is your roommate anyway?”

- “Oh, um, out..” Armin said blushing a little at your compliment.

- “Is he a smarty pants like you too?”

-“No, um, not at all..” Armin said. He stared at you as you laughed at that. He couldn’t believe you were in the place he stayed.. He fr had a girl over!!

- Armin showed you around a bit, avoiding Eren’s messy room and saving his own for last. He mainly focused on his favorite parts like the plants by the window and the bookshelf in the hallway.

- “So, what do you want to do now y/n?” Armin asked after he finished showing you the tiny kitchen. You smiled at how he said your name. It kinda had a sultry tone but you didn’t know if he meant that or not.

- “Um…i don’t know. Can i see your room?” You kind of hesitated to ask cause you didn’t want him to think you wanted to do anything crazy just yet, tbh you just wanted to see😭

- “Oh! Uh, sure, follow me…” He led you to his room and opened the door and stepped aside so you could go in..

- It was really clean and definitely showed his nerdy personality. Book, books and more books first of all. His desk was clean but also messy at the same time? Papers and folders and a couple textbooks covers the top and on the desk hutch there were more books and some pencils.

- His bed was made and he seems to go for a black and white theme throughout the room. He had black bedsheets, his desk was white and his curtain had a black and white pattern. Oh and it smelled nice, like fresh laundry.

- “I like your room, Arlert.” You turned to him and saw his whole face was red.

-“Oh, um yeah, thanks…” He mumbled. He was just flustered at the fact a girl was in his room!

-You laughed at this and poked him and teased, “Stop being so nervous, boy!”

-He just smiled at you and laughed a bit. This is when you noticed how soft and blue his eyes were behind his lens.

- Y’all spent the rest of that evening really chilling and watching shows on hulu/netflix/whatevr. Armin ordered a pizza which was plain but you weren’t complaining cause it was a sweet gesture.

-You left at around 8 but before you got out you hugged Armin again to say bye and Eren walked in.

-“Heyyy, pretty lady.” He smirked after seeing you. You pulled away from Armin and he rolled his eyes. Eren laughed it off and said he was joking(he already had eyes on another girl anyways). You just waved and left.

-“Sooooo?” Eren asked looking over at a very embarrassed Armin who just said, “No, we did not.”

- You both ofc called each other again that night to talk about that day and when Armin should come over to your place next time.

-You both felt closer than ever after that day ❤️

[goldfish-afterhours]

Genshin Characters During Finals Season (College AU)

Characters: Zhongli, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Albedo, Bennett, Childe, Kaeya

Type/Genre: Bulleted headcanons, comedy

Warnings: Foul language, slightly suggestive humour/for comedic purposes

Zhongli

Calm and collected at first

As the days go by, Zhongli would start looking more and more like a tired dad

Walks around slightly frowning, bags under his eyes from all nighters, and clutching a mug of coffee so hard that people are afraid it’s gonna break, but even more afraid to tell him to be careful

Has heat compresses on the back of his neck and forehead to ease the headaches from the lack of sleep

Probably told Childe to shut the fuck up and mind your own business when he warned him about his cup

“Childe, if I do not kill this final I will kill you in its stead. Leave me be.”

Thoma

Probably part of one of those student care organizations that makes care packages for other students

His smile when he hands out the packages is so bright and healing it could bring back the dead

Always motivating his peers and tries to keep everyone’s spirits up

Offers to get everyone in the study group coffee

He’s not the best at school but he has a lot of friends that are willing to tutor him and do his assignments help him with his work

Likes to snack while he’s studying

“No giving up yet! Let’s take a snack break, you’ll think better with something in your belly.”

Venti

Chills at a coffee shop with a big friend group to “study”

They do jack shit

Probably spends more time staring at the drink menu than his exam notes

Grade A procrastinator, does all his homework the night before it’s due and studies for exams the morning of

Due tomorrow do tomorrow amiright

Always seems to do okay tho?? People wanna scold him for his bad study habits but he actually does okay in school so they can’t really say anything

Doesn’t study hard but parties 100x harder

“Come on, live a little! If your exam is at 2pm, you can just start studying at 9 tomorrow morning and you’ll be fine.”

Xiao

Pulls all nighter after all nighter after all nighter after all nighter after-

No one can ever find him during the day on campus or in his dorm—it’s like he despawned and just does not exist

Only time he is spotted by others is always at 3am in the morning like a cryptid and he looks like a zombie

He’s actually working a part time job along with going to classes and helping others with their work. An angry looking good boy.

Studies in the lecture halls by himself, blasting music as loud as he can on his headphones to keep himself awake

Mf going to go deaf is2g lower ur volume boi

“…hey. I’m getting a coffee, do you want one?”

Albedo

Plans his time meticulously. Has an extremely organized planner where he writes out exactly what he’s going to do at every hour of the day so he can maximize his week

Includes mealtimes, breaks, and poop times relaxation periods

Usually studies in his room, but for some reason people keep barging in on him to ask for study help so he has to find different hiding places to work in peace

So far, the best place has been the graduate students lounge. No he does not belong there, but no one questions him because it looks like he does

“If you really need my help, I have twenty seven and a half minutes between lunch and my bathroom break this Thursday. Come find me then.”

(Rejected quote: “What’s my masters in? No no, the only thing I’m a master of is your mom.”)

Bennett

The type of person to have the “please don’t talk to me I have work to do and if you talk to me I won’t stop” sign on his back while working in the library

Fell asleep while completing an assignment

Missed the midnight deadline for said assignment

Slept through the exam the next morning

At this point just let him sleep at least he won’t have to deal with it then

“That was a good nap…now I got the energy for my assignment and the exam!”

Childe

Would be a good student if he wasn’t bothering other people so often

Probably bakes when he’s stressed. His roommates are always awoken at 4 in the morning to the sound of the oven beeping and the heavenly smell of freshly baked cookies

Has a friendly rivalry with Zhongli. He always asks when Zhongli will be turning in an assignment, and what mark he’s aiming for for the final exam

Turns in the final paper at least a week before it’s due and aims for ten percent higher than Zhongli on the exam

If he needs bonus marks to reach that then so be it

Otherwise slacks off a bit

He’d be a really good student if he wasn’t so competitive with Zhongli all the time

“You good, Zhongles? You trying to squeeze a better grade out of that mug?”

Kaeya

This man probably used red bull as the liquid for his instant coffee

An absolute menace and loves messing with people

Tells them that the exam is on a whole other different thing than what they were studying for, or that the due date of a big assignment was changed

Nobody goes to him for help

If you do genuinely need help with a concept, though, he’s more than willing to help

Just make sure to provide adequate compensation for him ;)

By compensation I mean more red bull this man has drank 3 cans in ten minutes please stop him

“What? If they do shit, that only helps with our bellcurve, right? Their fault for trusting me anyways~”

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Laundry Day

Mammon x Reader

CW: suggestive themes

You sighed contentedly, surrounded by the Devildom’s finest of silks gently perfumed with a woodsy, herbal scent. Days like this were absolute bliss, curled up under the covers without a care or need to rise to greet the world until you felt the need. Or well… at least that’s what you hoped it would be. “Hey, c’mon get up!” That would normally be the case, but today seemed to differ. In a sudden fwip of the sheets, your warm cocoon was stripped away and you grumbled, clinging to the pillows as if they might save you. “No…. Go away I want to sleep.” “You’ve been asleep all mornin’ and missed breakfast. If you keep sleepin’ you’ll worry the twins.” “Ugh,” you pulled a pillow up over your head. “You’re the one that kept us out till 3am again.” “‘Cause I was on a hot streak! You didn’t seem all that put out sittin’ on my lap.” Well yeah, ‘cause seeing Mammon’s ego get stroked with every win was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen. But you weren’t about to tell him that. Not when he had the audacity to drag you out of bed. He tugged at the sheets again, dragging you across the mattress with them. “Hey- quit it would you? Why’re you trying to take the bed apart?” He stopped and leaned forward on the bed. “Well ‘cause it’s laundry day. If I don’t get it done by tonight Lucifer’ll string me up.” You snorted, “oh? So he’s scaring you into doing chores now too?” He blushed and grabbed the fitted sheet, tugging it off the corner. “No. Who wants to sleep in dirty sheets? Now get up so I can finish before the day’s over would ya?” You sat up, stretching with a small yawn and looking over at him, a playful idea coming to mind. “Mm…” you crawled over to the bed’s edge, then stretched out your arms until you slid across, hips raised and chest lowered to the mattress, sneakily tucking the corner back on. “No~ let me sleep a little longer.” “Wh- why don’t you go sleep in your room then?!” You pouted, looking up at him. “You’re kicking me out now?” He blushed again and glanced away. “You know that’s not what I said.” You grinned and reached forward, rubbing up his thigh. “Aw c’mon Mamms, can’t I stay a little longer?” His thigh tensed, but he only shifted his weight in response. You bit your lip, feeling up higher to find the shape of him though his pants. It only took a few gentle strokes to find his cock, coaxing it to harden and reveal its full length. His only response was to suck in a soft breath and shift his weight again. Was it wrong… to want to play? “Mammon~” you cooed, tucking your fingers into his pants and pulling him closer as you lifted yourself up, breathing against the exposed skin of his lower belly. “Won’t you let me stay~?” “I-I never said you had to leave, just-“ You didn’t let him finish, cutting him off with a groan as your tongue swiped below his navel. “Please, Mammon?” You asked again, looking up at him with an alluring smile. He stared down at you, speechless. Yeah, it had to be wrong to enjoy teasing him this much. But how could you resist? “…fine,” he said, reaching up to cover his mouth. “But uh, since I gotta clean them anyway… you wanna have sex?” You snickered and bit just below his navel. “You dork. Why’re you asking me that?” “W-Well! Do you?!” “No I’m clearly just touching your penis because it’s fun,” you said with what you assumed to be obvious sarcasm. “Well- quit it then!” He said, flustered and grabbing your hands. “You know I get stupid when you touch me like that.” You blinked, surprised. “Mammon, you…” you shook your head, smile fond while you lifted yourself up to kneel in front of him. You raised your arms out, “c’mere, I have a need for some greed this morning~” He rolled his eyes and glanced at you. “You still teasin?” “Nope,” you wiggled your fingers, beckoning him closer. “C’mon Mammon, won’t you please give it to me?” His face flushed again, but he knelt on the bed and leaned in for a kiss. “If that’s what you want~” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into the bed of Greed~ Laundry day could wait.

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Heyy how are you? Could write prompt 5)     “Kiss you in a crowded room” from the midnights prompt list for Tim Bradford? Thank you :)

Part One: Monster

Part Two: The Gaslight (NSFW)

Part Three: Stalemate

Tim wants to marry you. He’s thought about it so many times since the two of you got together, he always assumed it was inevitable. Now as he sits at the front desk during the night shift, sifting through the most ridiculous shit the public has to offer, he realises that that possibility is getting further and further away because Captain Ashmore is never going to let you go.

It's been over a month since his Captain pulled him into his office, demanding that he disclose your location. His refusal had left him relegated to desk duty for the first week, his punishments steadily getting worse the longer the stalemate continues.

Ashmore can’t outwardly fire him. There are procedures in place, the union to contend with, appeals if he tries but he can make Tim’s life miserable, he can stall his career, destroy his future prospects.

Tim’s willing to risk all of it to keep you safe, because that look in the other man’s eyes when he showed Tim that picture, he knows he’s going to kill you. Tim’s worked enough DV cases to see the signs.

The others have tried to talk to him about his predicament, but he’s kept his mouth shut, told them to mind their own business. He doesn’t want the Captain coming down on any of them, assuming that their co-conspirators so he keeps his distance. He hasn’t seen you since the night before Ashmore pulled him into his office. He’d managed to swipe Chen’s phone to send you a text.

“He knows.”

There had been no contact since.

It’s Angela that breaks his silence.

It’s 3am in the breakroom when she corners him. He’s sipping a coffee and flicking through your old Instagram images, ones before you abandoned the account. There’s one of the two of you from Angela’s wedding, him in a tuxedo and you in that silk, cornflower blue dress. He remembers undressing you that night, the fabric fluttering to the floor in his bedroom, your lipstick marks leaving a trail down his body.

“I need to talk to you.” Angela says interrupting his thoughts as she sits down across from him. She has a brown manilla folder in her hands and already the dread is climbing in his chest. “Captain Ashworth has asked me to look into something.”

When she flicks open the folder he sees your picture, the one from the academy and his heart just stops.

“Noones heard from her since she took that leave of absence. There’s been no posts on her socials, her phone’s switched off, her house is locked up. No movement on any of her accounts. He suspects foul play.” He leans back in her seat and shakes her head. “I thought she just needed some space after what happened with that kid. I didn’t think…”

Angela trails off and Tim can see that guilt, how much it weighs on her. The two of you were partners before you took off. You’d told her, you needed a break, that the Chapman case was too much. Finding out what that little girl’s father had done had almost broken you, but it wasn’t the reason you left.

It’s a devious move, one that even Tim didn’t see coming. Angela is an excellent detective, she’s tenacious and loyal, leading her to think that her friend is in danger is only going to add fuel that fire. That woman won’t stop until she tracks you down.

“The two of you were close, did she say anything...”

Tim swallows hard against the anguish in his chest, his jaw clenches because all of this… It’s just too much to carry on his shoulders, he can’t keep going it alone, not when Ashmore is pulling shit like this.

“Angela, she isn’t missing.” Tim says reaching over the table and closing the file. “She’s on the run.”

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Butterflies

dad!Lloyd Hansen x reader

summary: Lloyd starts to realize that the feeling he is feeling towards Sunshine isn’t hatred.

warnings: fluff, realization of feelings, denial, slight angst

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.. This is when they both were in Harvard, so way before having LJ

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You curse as the canvas almost slips from your fingers. The canvas isn’t that heavy and big, but you also have to carry your bag and the books that didn’t fit in there anymore.

Most of the Students are already done for today or are learning in the library, so the hallway isn’t that crowded. You still have to hurry though because it’s going to rain and getting your canvas wet isn’t something that you would want. Normally you are allowed to leave your projects in a room, but apparently not this time.

You walk out the door and already see how dark clouds start to cover the blue sky. You start to walk the shortest way to your dorm. It’s difficult though, to hurry while carrying your canvas and the rest.

The sky is now completely covered by dark clouds. It’s going to start raining any second now. You are so fucked.

“He cut his ear off”, a voice from behind suddenly says, making you jump and letting the canvas slip out of your fingers. Just before the canvas hits the floor, a hand catches it. “Did I scare you?” the voice says mockingly.

You turn around and see the boy from the party. Instead of a brown coat and scarf, he’s wearing a tight polo shirt and dark jeans. You can see some sweat on his forehead. He probably came from football practice and judging by the smirk and somehow happy mood, practice was good.

“Yes, you scared me”

“Good”, he says with a cocky smirk.

A smile spreads on your face as you realize what he first said. “You did some research on Van Gogh”

His smirk disappears. “Well, I uhm just wanted to know what shit you were talking about”. You don’t have to know that Lloyd actually went to the library at 3am because he wanted to know who was that man that you were so fascinated by. It took him quite a while because he forgot the name of the artist. Apparently Vincent ven Google doesn’t exist.

You nod smirking “mhm”.

He groans, “don’t get cocky. That’s my job, Sunshine”.

The smirk on your face disappears, instead the smile comes back. “Thank you for catching my Canvas”, you say. Lloyd pulls it away as you reach for it. “Uhm, can I have it back?”.

“No”

“What?” you say confused, reaching for it again only for him to hold it above his head, making you unable to reach it.

“Why should I give it back?” he says.

“It’s my Canvas”

“Is it?”

You take a deep breath. “Yes, it is”.

Lloyd looks unimpressed. “Hmm. I don’t see you holding it” he leans closer. “So it’s mine”.

“Give me it” you jump up trying to grab it, the Books in your other Hand Male it Hard though.

“I don’t think so”

“Please”, you say, giving him a slight glare. Lloyd just laughs at your glare. It’s not scary, it’s cute-No, dumb.

He leans closer. “Beg”.

The expression on your face turns to disgust. “I’m not going to beg”.

“Then I keep it”, he says, turning like he’s about to leave. Lloyd waits for you to tell him to stop and start begging. Like always, you surprise him with your actions.

“You little piece of shit”

He didn’t expect that.

Lloyd turns around and looks at you with an angry look. “What did you just say?”.

“I said you Little piece of shit. Do you want me to spell it out for you?”

Lloyd takes two big steps towards you. Now face to face with you. Well, face to chest with you. You can feel his breath hitting your face. He leans over you, towering over you and glaring down at you. “Oh, sunshine”, he says in a threatening tone.

Lloyd looks you up and down, deciding what he’s going to say next. Somehow, he doesn’t want to scare you. But why? Why can’t he be mean? It’s so easy to be mean. He shouldn’t have to worry about someone’s feelings. For god’s sake, he’s Lloyd Hansen! Not some weak butt waxing twink!

He snaps back when he hears you talk first.

“Yes, moonlight?”, you ask teasingly.

He takes a small step back and looks at you confused, “What did you just call me?”. Lloyd can’t believe that you just called him that.

“Moonlight”, you say.

“Don’t call me that!” Lloyd demands. Moonlight? That’s so…cute. Disgusting!

“Why not? You also don’t call me by my name”

Lloyd lets out a cold laugh. “Well, I can’t even remember your stupid name. Also, I wouldn’t give a shit about your name. I call you whatever I want…Sunshine. Now you better call me by my name, or” he licks his lips “you can always call me daddy, Sunshine”, he says, giving you a cocky smile.

Of course he knows your name. He remembers how he kept saying your name while he-NO.

A small chuckle leaves your mouth as he says that. “I never complained about the nickname. I like you calling me Sunshine”, you say, “by the way, I don’t even know your name”.

Lloyd stares at you, not believing what you just said. “What do you mean?”, he asks.

“You never told me your name”

Lloyd thinks hard. Did he really lay with you on a porch the whole evening completely high and he didn’t even tell you his name? He quickly stops feeling bad for not telling you. Everybody should know him. He’s like the most famous person at Harvard and a football player. So he scuffs and says, “Ha, everyone knows me. Either you are lying or really dumber than I originally thought”

“I’m sorry that I don’t know every preppy frat boy. While you try to get every girl to fuck you and spent most days partying. I learn, so don’t tell me im dumb.”

Lloyd moves closer again with a scowl on his face “I don’t try to get every girl to fuck me, Sunshine. Every girl tries to get me to fuck them” he smirks “that’s different”.

You roll your eyes at him. “Sorry I didn’t indented to strike your ego”.

“You didn’t. I don’t listen to what a little girl is saying”

The air turns colder, and the clouds turned even darker. It’s going to rain any minute now. Lloyd sees how you look at the sky before he says, “let’s walk somewhere where we won’t look like a fucking wet dog in a second”. He surprises himself with saying that. Ok yes, normally he would’ve walked somewhere, so he doesn’t get wet either way, but not tell the other person to come with him. The devil on his shoulder starts to get annoyed with his behavior.

You nod and you both walk towards somewhere under roofed. The first raindrops begin to fall down. Both of you start walking faster towards the school library. Lloyd doesn’t seem to like the idea of going inside a stupid library, but otherwise it’s the nearest under roofed place and not many people will be there. No one will see him there with you.

As you both walk in, you get greeted with a warm wave and the smell of dark wood and paper. It’s quiet and so far you can tell no one else is here.

Lloyd makes and grimace as he takes in the place. To him it really looks like a circus for nerds. Hundreds of books, many different kinds and all of them are fucking boring. Why would people willingly spend time here. He turns towards you as you rip the canvas out of his hands.

“Thank you for carrying my canvas”, you say, giving him a warm smile, and Lloyd feels his heart melt. You look so cute with your slightly entangled hair du to the wind, small raindrops on your forehead, your shining eyes and thin mint colored cardigan.

“Your welcome, Sunshine”

Both of you walk to a small corner of the library. Lloyd wants to because he doesn’t want to be seen and you just follow him. He’s leaning against the bookshelves while you are sitting at a study table. The library is filled with the sound of the rain hitting the roof.

Lloyd is the first one to say something, “You are weird”.

Your eyes go wide, “huh?”.

“You are fucking weird”

“Why?”

“Because-“ Lloyd thinks for a second “you paint”

“And that’s why im weird?” you say, confused.

Why did he have to start this conversation? Lloyd thinks to himself. He could’ve just said something like ‘I love my dick’ or ‘I destroyed everyone is baseball’, but no, he had to say that. Great job.

You tilt your head when you hear nothing, and Lloyd lets out a snarl. His face is ridiculous. He's watching you like a predator watches its prey. He's standing there, utterly motionless, his body tensed as if ready to strike.

He throws up his hands, “can’t you just shut up for ones?”, his tone shows annoyance.

Your eyebrows furry and you softly hold up your hands a bit “alright, calm down”.

His piercing eyes stare into yours with a cold, calculating intensity and you knew that you had to handle this carefully. You don’t understand how someone can have such sensitive impulse problems. He’s like a ticking bomb, ready to explode any second.

The air is thick and neither of you says anything. Both of you are sitting in silence for quiet awhile. The silence gets broken when you take out some papers from your bag, and Lloyd’s cold gaze slowly falls into confusion and curiosity.

You grab a paper and start folding it. Each fold sits perfectly. He watches you as you continue to fold the paper. Lloyd would never say it, but he really, really wants to know what you are doing. After a minute, you are done. In your hand, a little paper bunny.

“Origami, really?” Lloyd asks, raising a brow.

You nod your head as you get out another paper “yes”. It’s silent again, the only sound coming from you folding the paper.

After your fifth origami, Lloyd moves from his place again the bookshelves and walks towards the table you are sitting on and takes a place next to you. He doesn’t say anything as he takes a piece of paper and starts folding it.

Your eyes move away from your own paper towards his face and then his own paper. His origami is so far fantastic. A smile slowly forms on your face. “You can do origami”, you state.

He lets out a scoff. “Oh, really”, he says sarcastically, “nice to see that your eyes are working”.

“That was a compliment, Moonlight. You origami is really good”

A blush creeps up on his face as you said that. You just gave him a compliment, a really nice one too. Obviously, he gets compliments a lot for his baseball skills, his looks, his dick, his skills in sinful acts. But this is somehow different. He doesn’t know why though. Also, you said this stupid lovely nickname again. Lloyd hates it obviously………a lot…… .

He quickly coughs and tries to hide his red face somehow. “Uhm, I uh ok…I know im good”.

You shoot him another smile before focusing back on your origami, which makes you unable to notice how Lloyd turned his attention now towards you. He doesn’t watch your hands folding the paper though, no; he stares at your face. Like the night you met when you sketched him, you frown again when you get into details. Lloyd is almost 100% sure that you don’t even know that you frown when you concentrate on the details. He quickly looks back again when you lift your head a bit.

Both of you are folding origami in silence.

“Its Lloyd” Lloyd breaks the silence.

“Huh?” you ask, turning your head.

“My name”, he says, “my name is Lloyd Hansen”. His eyes move to yours.

“Lloyd” you try out his name, with a smile “It fits”.

A chuckle leaves Lloyd’s mouth. “Well thank you”. He doesn’t even realize that he just said thank you or that he is showing some sort of kindness.

You tilt your head, “I prefer Moonlight though”, you say with a teasing look.

He gives you an almost playful glare “Oh, sunshine. Be honest, you are just too dumb to remember my name. Is Alzheimer already kicking in?”.

You return the playful glare and say, “No, maybe by you. You are overall already wearing grandpa clothes”, you point to his clothes.

“Excuse me”, he hold a hand to his chest, “in what world is a polo shirt grandpa clothes?”

“In a world where old people are playing golf, but actually just because they want to see young girls in short skirts. Rich old man who are looking for someone that gets their wrinkly not working old dicks up”.

He looks at you maybe because your beautiful lips just lead out such mature words or because you compared his dick to an old mans disgusting dick. Either way, he’s speechless.

“I’m just kidding”, you say and continue to fold. Surprisingly, Lloyd doesn’t say anything.

Time flies fast. Both of you are now about two hours in this library, folding origamis, filling the whole table. While you did a bunch of flowers origami’s, Lloyd did butterflies. A bunch of cute little butterflies.

In those two hours, neither of you said a word let alone opened their mouth.

Lloyd finishes another butterfly and moves to grab another paper but only comes in contact with the surface of the table. He looks and sees that you both ran out of papers. Lloyd would never admit it, but he’s actually pretty sad that he cant fold anymore origami’s. If no one including were around, he would probably grab a book and rip some pages out, but that would mean that he wants to fold some more origami’s and he was obviously just folding them before just because be was bored and not because he was actually enjoying it…duh.

You notice it too, “I guess that’s it” you turn to look at your guys origami work “that’s quite much”.

“What are you fucking smiling at, Sunshine” Lloyd says as a smile breaks out on your face. His eyes don’t show coldness.

“I like your butterflies” you point to his work “they are cute”.

He tries desperately to hide the blush that is about to take over his whole face. No one ever said something like at to him, ok, to something he did. A thank you would be the right thing to say.

“Better than your trash”

Great job.

“Moonlight”, you begin, making him let out a sigh, “don’t say that. I did a bunch of different origami’s. You just did the same one over and over again for two whole hours”.

“Ok ok, yours look pretty good too…but mine still look better”. How deep did he fall to actually say something like that? He already said thank you today and now also some form of sorry. The devil on Lloyd’s shoulder is furious, but for the first time, the angel on his shoulder is smiling. For the very first time.

“Thank you, Moonlight” you say, your face shows true thankfulness “here’s something for you for being that nice” you say and give him a piece of paper.

Lloyd chuckles and goes for folding it, but stops when he looks at the piece of paper. It’s not just a piece of paper, it’s the sketch. The sketch you did on the night you both lay on the. He suddenly feels like it’s that night again where it was just you and him alone, together. His face starts to glow and a soft smile appears on his face, and not because he’s looking at a hot sketch of himself, but because it’s you. It’s you who did it for him. It’s you who spend the night laying on the floor with him, who sacrificed her cardigan so he would even sit on the floor, who shared brownies with him, who was nice even though he was his typical asshole self.

Who he almost kissed.

“Turn it around”, you say softly.

Lloyd turns the paper and in the right corner he sees why you wanted him to do it around. In a soft handwriting it says:

To my Vincent ven Google

“I didn’t knew your name and uhm”, you stutter a bit “I just thought that would fit because uhm you know-”. You stop talking when Lloyd grape your hand and kisses it.

“Thank you, Sunshine”, he whispers and lets your hand immediately go after it.

Lloyd looks at you softly. The soft yellow light of the library shining at your face and making it look like porcelain, but also soft. Lloyd wants nothing more than to caress your cheek. To touch you. To feel you. Not in the sexual way, though. In a way he can’t describe.

He doesn’t know why he feels the way he feels around you. It’s like around him is always some darkness, keeping him locked in a cocoon, locked from the light. That’s until you came and manage to break a part of his cell. It’s like he finally sees the sunlight, and it’s so warm. It’s like nothing he ever felt before. The warmness is going through him like deadly radiation, but somehow he doesn’t feel like he’s going to die. He feels like he’s going to live, which is weird because he’s already alive. His body is alive, he can run, jump, fight and every other physical activity. Now it’s though, like his heart is alive. Like before it was just an empty thing in his chest with no true benefit, but now its beating, its moving fast and loud.

Not only his heart became alive and making him feel something he never felt before, but he’s also feeling some kind of warmness down there. Not his dick. He’s feeling warmness in his stomach, which sound even weirder than the stuff before that. It’s not just warmness. It’s like a warm sunshine is dancing in there, letting him feel a complete new kind of emotion. He doesn’t hate it though, no. He likes it. He likes these new feelings. He likes the warmness he’s feeling.

Lloyd moves closer to you, your shoulder touching. He can smell your soft flower perfume. Well, he doesn’t even know if it’s a perfume or if it’s really just how you smell. He likes it either way. You too can smell his cologne. It still smells fucking expensive.

Neither of you saying something or looking at the other. You both stare forward. The feeling in Lloyd’s chest and stomach is getting bigger and bigger, and not only by him.

You feel it too. This feeling. It’s a bit different from Lloyd’s though. It’s more like you’re lost in a desert, no clouds coating the skin, nothing except the ocean of sand. You’re drowning in this ocean alone, helpless. Until darkness encases the hot sunshine and pulls you out of the ocean. It’s cold and dark, but safe. Instead of being scary, it’s like a night light. Trillion little lights shining in the dark, each telling a story, a secret behind the darkness of their outer appearance. Then there’s the sun of the darkness, the sister of the warm sun. A cold sun. The light of the moon is peaceful and quiet instead of the loud shine of the sun.

For the first time, your heart is not overheating. It’s not beating like it’s on fire. It’s calm. Like a layer of light encased it. Not a warm light, a dark peaceful light. Like the moonshine is wrapping itself around the flame like a glass to extinguish the flame.

You feel like the moonshine is dancing inside your stomach. Like a million shooting stars are flying in the beautiful darkness.

Your hands move closer until they touch, both of your hearts beating faster and the dancing in your stomach grows. Lloyd pinkie moves onto your hand and wraps around yours, intertwining your pinkies. Your pinkie pulls his closer, making him blush and this time he doesn’t try to hide it.

He moves his other hand towards your face and softly grabs your cheek and turns your head towards his. Now it’s your turn to blush. Lloyd looks at your lips before he moves his eyes to look into your shining eyes. He swears that the sunshine is his stomach is now rocking the dance floor as your hand that is not intertwined with his pinkie moves to the space between his shoulder and neck. Lloyd feels your warm fingers come in contact with his cold skin. You now move your gaze to his lips too, and Lloyd sees that as the final consent to do his next move.

He slowly pulls your face closer and closer. He needs to kiss you.

The night you both met you told him that he should sometimes use a chapsticks for his ‘crusty’ lips and he declined and said that’s not for men. He secretly used them, and his lips never felt softer before. It’s not like he’s scared that you will say that his lips are crusty when he kisses you. Ok, he is, but the chances are slim thanks to the chapsticks.

You both start to lean and close your eyes, only a millimeter, till your lips finally touch.

Your lips meet.

At least that’s what Lloyd hoped for, but a loud noise broke what was supposed to be your guys first kiss in the last second.

A growl leaves Lloyd’s mouth. He was so close to kissing you. SO CLOSE. He stops his inner tantrum when he listens to the noise and jumps up from the table.

“LLOYD, where the fuck are you?” Denny screams, giving zero fuck about the students who try to study. “Do you see him?” he asks the rest of the football team.

You both were so concentrated on your origami’s that you didn’t even realize that it stopped raining, and Lloyd’s frat bros aka. Team members looked for him. He doesn’t know why really, because normally they leave him be. When he’s not training, partying or having a game, he is fucking.

Lloyd needs to get out NOW. They can’t see him here, not in a library, not in a library….with you. He turns to you for a second and sees you looking at him with a neutral expression. Lloyd immediately looks away and just as he is about to sneak around the corner to the door to get outside with none of his bros noticing him, he slightly turns his head not turning to look at you though, and says “goodbye, Sunshine”.

Then he flees.

Not a minute later Carmichael walks by and looks at you with his dark eyes, which show no emotions, before he continues his search.