#it’s 6am and i just laid in bed with my closed drifting in and out of dreams since 10pm

[harryshomebaby]

the way my body just refuses to fall asleep any night before im back to work after 2+ days off… why

[haddonfieldwhore]

promise me? - mike schmidt

mike schmidt x gn!reader

warnings: a bit of angst but i think that’s it. i don’t know fnaf lore super well so if anything is inaccurate i apologize!! i’m trying my best

word count: 750

you arrived home from work around 8pm, a little later than usual due to heavy traffic on one of the main roads. quietly dropping your keys on the table just inside the door, you turned the lock to your small apartment. it wasn’t the greatest neighborhood, but it was all you could afford, and it had everything you needed. lately, your boyfriend mike had been staying with you, and he had gotten a night job as a security guard at a kids pizza place, which meant he was asleep right now as you crept through the apartment, the cold floorboards creaking under your weight as you walked down the hallway towards the bedroom.

mikes new job had him working 12-6am, less than ideal hours to say the least, but a job was a job, and it seemed pretty easy from what he had told you; all he had to do was watch the security cameras. it would only be his third night on the job today, but you could tell the change in sleep schedule was hard on mike. placing your bag on the floor softly, and your eyes landed on mikes sleeping form, the blankets tangled around his legs as he snored softly. you smiled, and lifted his arm carefully to crawl into bed next to him. his arms encircled you automatically, and he sighed contently as you snuggled into his chest, feeling the warmth radiating off of his body.

“hey,” he grumbled softly, his voice deep with sleep. “what time is it?”

“hey,” you smiled, even though his eyes remained closed. “it’s just after eight, you still have time to sleep.” he hummed happily in response, pulling you closer to him and kissing the top of your head as he drifted off to sleep again, and you quickly followed.

•

the sound of mikes alarm woke you up, and you tried to hide your head under the covers to block out the sound, as mike reached for his phone to turn it off.

“don’t go,” you mumbled, reaching for him to attempt to pull him back into your arms. he laughed at you and sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.

“i would rather stay here, trust me.”

“is it really that bad?” you asked, sitting up as he got out of bed and began to get dressed, sliding on a pair of dark jeans and a grey hoodie. he did up the buckle of his belt as he stepped into his work boots, and he looked up at you, his tired eyes meeting yours.

“no, it’s…. it’s just - we’ll you know how they have those animatronic characters?”

“yeah,” you nodded, remembering them from when you were younger.

“they get left in this… free roaming mode at night. i don’t know it’s really weird.”

“isn’t that a little dangerous?” you asked, a worried look spreading across your face. mike seemed to think for a moment, and then sort of shook his head.

“no, i mean- they’re just robots for kids. it’s just a little creepy,” he replied, and you weren’t sure he was being 100% truthful.

“mike, if you were in danger you would tell me right?”

“of course. i didn’t mean to scare you. i think my imagination gets the better of me sometimes,” he walked over to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

“promise me if anything else weird happens you’ll quit, okay?” you pleaded. as much as you both needed the money, that wouldn’t matter if something bad happened to mike.

“i promise,” he agreed. “i gotta go. i love you.”

“i love you too.”

mike grabbed his wallet off the dresser and opened the bedroom door before turning back towards you.

“i’ll see you in a few hours. get some sleep okay?”

you nodded as you laid back down and pulled the blankets over yourself, trying to mimic the feeling of his body heat next to you. you listened to his footsteps as he walked down the hall and out the door, followed by the familiar click of it locking behind him. you sighed, closing your eyes as you tried not to worry about what he had said. you trusted him; if there was really something wrong, he would tell you.

besides, how dangerous could a children’s restaurant be, right?

[gojo-enthusiast]

Sunday Kind of Love

Series — My Husband Toji Zenin

It had been 4 months since Toji and you’s big fight, you both made it to couples therapy every week, on time and intently invested. “You both have grown a lot in just a short time, they way you both sit right next to each other now, rather than far apart like it was in the beginning.” Your therapist exclaimed, smiling. “Thank you, we are working hard to maintain open communication and getting to know one another, but also growing from the past.” You smiled, holding your husbands hand. “That is great to hear. How do you feel Toji?” She asks, “I feel closer to my wife.” He says, he was simple, to the point. “Good! You should be! Now, question for you guys, how is your sex life with one another? Are we maintaining a consistent and mutually consensual sex life?” She questions. “Oh.” You had blurted, not expecting her to ask such a lewd question. “You don’t have to answer. Just make sure to think about that. Alright guys, we are done for the day. I will see you two next week, same time and day?” She said ending the hour long session.

The drive back home was more silent, you both hadn’t thought about sex, well… You hadn’t, Toji thought about sex with you every moment of the day, most of the times, he was fisting his cock in the shower, trying to blow off the sexual frustration.

“Should we talk about the elephant in the room?” You nervously say. “That isn’t nice to call your husband fat.” Toji jokes. “Toji.” You giggle, feeling your muscles loosen. “We haven’t had sex in 8 months.” Toji states plainly. “Yeah, it has been a while hasn’t it?” You question. “Yeah.” He says back. He began to feel his cock start to harden, just the mere thought of his wife naked in front of him, had him already aching. “I guess we should just ease into it.” You quietly say. “Yeah.” He huffs out lightly.

4 days go bye, and Toji got stuck with overtime, making you feel insecure, you knew he was working but a little thought in the back of your head told you, he was fucking some other woman, since you hadn’t had sex with him. It was 8pm and you called your husband, “Toji?” You say through the phone. “Yes dear?” He questions. “When are you going to be home?” You question, “I am finishing up this last email, then I will be on my way. You hungry?” Toji questions. All of a sudden you burst into tears, “Y/n, what’s wrong?” He frantically asked, “I-I don’t want y-you to have s-s-sex with someone else, I only want you to have sex with m-me!” You cry. “Baby doll, what are you talking about? I’m not having sex with anyone, only you.” He soothingly says. “I will be home in an hour, okay?” He says, “O-Okay.” You calm down. “I love you y/n” He says, “I love you too Toji.” You whimper a little.

And there was your husband, an hour later. He came home, and saw his darling wife, laid on the couch asleep. He picked you up, taking you to your shared bedroom, lying you down. Crawling in beside you, pulling you into his embrace. “I love you.” He says, kissing the crown of your head.

You woke up the next morning, earlier than usual. The sun wasn’t out yet, still darkness, with a tiny bit of light. The black out curtains, not closed all the way. You look at the clock, seeing 6AM. You feel a heat coming from beside you, and it’s your husband, sound asleep. You leaned in, looking at him, smelling a scent of soap. “He must have showered when he got home.” You smile faintly. You stared at his face in admiration, it was Sunday, which meant he didn’t have work, and you two could be in bed all day. Yours eyes drifted down to his manhood area, you saw a little bit of a bulge, feeling testy, wanting to see a little more, you lifted the blankets, looking closer. His manhood erect, hard. “Mmm?” Toji groaned in his sleep. Your womanhood begin to feel heat, your breast perking at the sight of your shirtless husband. You softly placed your hand on his manhood, lightly stroking him over his sweats, kissing the side of his neck.

“Mmm, baby?” He groans, his eyes fluttering open. You felt yourself grow embarrassed, wondering what brought you to the conclusion that touching your sleeping husband was okay. “Why’d you stop?” He groaned, feeling his cock throb. “I-I” You stutter, your cheeks red. “Why you nervous?” He says sitting up. You sat there not saying a word, you were innocent, you were not used to doing these things, especially since the last time you two had sex, was almost a year ago. “You can touch me.” He says, kissing you on your lips. “Can I?” You question. “Yeah.” He responds back. “C-can you take your pants off, please?” You ask sweetly, making your husbands heart mush, he loved how innocent his little wife is. “I want to make you feel good Toji.” You said. “Then do so.” He cockily said, leaning back with his arms behind his head after he stripped out of his pants and boxers.

“You’re really big.” You said quietly, you knew your husband was big, but you forgot how big. “Scared?” He smirked. “No!” You huffed. You spit on the tip of his cock, stroking him slowly, it was early in the morning, you both were still waking up, so you tried to keep your movements slow and graceful. “Fuck.” You hear your husband groan. “Faster, please.” He adds. You quick up your pace, Toji’s cock already twitching. “Fuck— I’m about to cum.” He huffs out. Toji wasn’t one to cum fast, but it was early morning, and he also hadn’t felt the touch of his wife in months. His body was so sensitive to everything you did, he was obsessed. After a few strokes later, he spilled all over your hand, and you continued jerking until he grabbed onto your hand to get you to stop. “N-no more.” He huffed, “did it feel good?” You ask, “did that feel good? Yes. That felt fucking amazing.” He said catching his breath. Still grabbing onto your hand that was wrapped around his cock. He finally let go, and you brought your hand to your mouth, looking at him, he looked at you. You stuck your tongue out, licking his cum that had coated part of your hand. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, his cock springing right back up. “You just fucked up.” He growled, flipping you over to lay on your back. He had your cunt in his mouth in a matter of seconds. Licking you all over, stuffing his tongue into your tight hole. “Taste so fucking good.” He says, your moans filling up the room, you were melting, your essence coating his chin and mouth. He began to suck on your clit, while his middle finger slowly started stroking inside of you, Toji slowly stretching you out. “Ah— Toji!” You moan loudly, your cunt making so much noise. “Shhh baby— she’s talking to me.” He says almost in a hush. You moans at his words, but shutting your mouth. “Delicious little pussy.” He says into your cunt. Fucking his tongue into you, while his fingers did most of the work. “Toji, please put it in.” you moan out, your back arched. “Not yet, your to tight baby.” He said into your cunt. “Please- ahh! Toji— fuck.” You are moaning, coming undone on his face. “I’m cumming, fuck!” You groan out. The little knot in your stomach finally snapping, finally finishing, while your husband is licking up everything coming out. “Fuck!” He says, “taste so fucking good.” He groans into you. You tug at his hair, wanting him to come up to you. He comes up, planting a kiss on your lips. “Come inside me.” You whisper into his ear.

“Fuckkk—“ he groans, as he strokes his cock, and aligns it to your cunt. Slowly pushing in, he stretches you out slowly. Making sure you are comfortable. “You alright?” He huffs out. “Y-yeah. So-so big.” You moan out. “Fuck!” He groans loudly, pushing more of himself into you. He began rocking his hips after pushing himself all the way inside of you. He would go fast, then slow down, and he would repeat that method, making you wrap your arms around his neck and would scratch all over his back. He didn’t know it yet, but his back began bleeding from your nails. Which would make him fuck you again when he sees it.

“Fuck yes” he groaned, going quicker, feeling your gummy walls tighten all around him. “Let me make you a momma.” He moaned into your ear, moaning was not something Toji did. Which meant he was vulnerable with you. “Ah Toji.” You moan back, tightening around him. “Make me a mommy.” You moaned as he quickened his pace. Despite his quickness, he was gentle, he was quick, not hard. He gentle caressed your sides, as you shredded his back with your nails. Toji’s stokes began to get sloppy, and a few minutes later, he was fucking his cum deep into you.

He picked you up, pulling out for just a moment, lifting you in front of the mirror, so you could see your cunt. And he thrusted back into you, “watch me fuck my seed into you.” He groaned into your ear. He was so fucked out of his brain, all he wanted to do was fill your mind and body up with only him. “Look!” He groaned loudly, you moaned at the sight of your cunt swallowing his cock. “So pretty. So good for me.” He kissed your temple, fucking you out of your mind. “You see that doll, I’m so nice.” He said with a smirk, sweat sliding down his face. “I’m so good to my baby, I’m even letting you watch me fuck you. You like watching daddy fuck you?” He teased. “YES YES YES YES TOJI, YES PLEASE KEEP FUCKING ME!” You screamed, you body convulsing. He had you held up with one hand while the other arm snaked around was rubbing your clit. “TOJI FUCK!” You screamed, crying out. A couple of flicks later of your clit, you squirted all over the mirror, and your husband continued to fuck into you, until he dumped a second load into you. Fucking his cum into you once again. “Look at that baby, look how we’re joined together. Together forever.” He said into your ear. You looked down at your cunt, see your cum and his coming together, coating his cock, and filling up your cunt. “So beautiful.” He groaned even more. Fucking you again and again. You both kept at it like two animals in heat, until the afternoon sun was blazing. You both were lying on the floor with a pillow and blanket, as you rode his cock. Spasming all over, and he filling you up again. At this point he finally just started shooting blanks. He was empty and you were exhausted. You fell on top of him, and passed out. He caressed your back, “All mine.” He whispered into your ear. Drifting off to sleep along time with you.

[alwaysonthemend]

Author's Note: I received a very sweet request for Danny and period sex. I just know our sweet drummer would be the BEST if your period was giving you trouble 😭

Word Count: 2410

Content Warnings: Period sex, fingering, unprotected sex, p. in v. penetration, shower sex (harder than it looks be safe out there 🫡) period cramps, talks of being emotional/in pain, danny being a sweetheart. 18+ only. Minors DNI

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As soon as you had woken up yesterday morning you knew that this one was going to suck. That old familiar feeling low in your belly that makes you want to curl up and not move until your period is over. And no amount of Advil or Midol ever seemed to help. All you can do is curl up around your heating pad and hope that the cramps will pass soon. 

The night before had been spent tossing and turning in agony as Danny had slept soundly next to you. By the time 3AM had rolled around, you’d given up completely on getting a good night’s sleep and had instead spent almost the entire night up watching stupid videos on YouTube. You figured you had probably drifted off around 5 or 6AM and slept somewhat soundly due only to the utter exhaustion. 

You’d awoken to an empty bed – Danny had told you that he would be going in to the studio today, so you had only gotten up long enough to go pee and to plug in your heating pad before collapsing back into bed. As you laid there, burying your nose into Danny’s pillow and breathing in his comforting scent, you’d allowed yourself to drift back into a fitful sleep. The type of sleep where you seem to drift in and out of consciousness without ever getting to sink fully into sleep. 

– 

You’re awoken from your doze by a warm hand shaking your shoulder. 

“Wha-?” Your sleepy eyes blink open to be met with a smiling – though slightly concerned looking, boyfriend. 

“Hey, babe.” He says, tilting his head slightly to the side as he smiles down softly at you. “You okay? You never sleep this late. It’s nearly dinner time.”

You just huff, burying your face back into the pillows dramatically. 

“Why do I have to have a period?” You lament, scrunching your face up as another wave of pain courses through you causing you to wince slightly. 

Danny frowns at the sight of you in pain and he rubs a soothing hand up and down your bicep. 

“Because you’re not pregnant.” Danny says, just a hint of sass to his words and a crooked smile painting his lips. 

“A fact which I would love to celebrate if it weren’t for the persistent pain in my uterus that’s kind of ruining the mood.”

“Sorry, baby. Anything I can do? Chocolate? Midol? Cuddles?” His voice is soft and full of sympathy and your heart warms. Danny never fails to surprise you with just how sweet and thoughtful he is. 

“Hmmm…” You hum, mulling over your options. “Shower. Then cuddles.” You finally decide, looking up at him pitifully. 

He only giggles at you and nods his head, his curls falling into his face slightly. 

“Okay. I think we can manage that. I’ll go start the shower, baby.”  

He places a soft kiss on your forehead before retreating to the bathroom. You wince as you sit up and shuck the blankets off yourself. You rise from the bed and trudge over to your dresser, mentally cursing your female anatomy the whole way. You hear the sound of the water turning on before Danny comes back into the room. 

“All ready for you.” 

“Thank you, Danny.” You tell him, grabbing a pair of comfy sweatpants and an old t-shirt of his to change into. “You’re the best.” 

“And you’re the best-est.” 

You just grin at him and then make your way into the bathroom. Immediately, the steam makes you feel a bit better. You place your change of clothes on the counter and strip from your pajamas from the night before. Stepping beneath the warm spray, you sigh at the feeling of the hot water hitting your aching body. You turn your body so that the water hits your lower belly and close your eyes as you try to relax. 

You startle at the feeling of two hands sliding down your shoulders. You yelp and spin around to be met with your smiling boyfriend. 

“Mind if I join you?” He says cheekily. 

“A bit too late to ask that now, isn’t it?” You snark back, taking in his naked form before you. 

No matter how many times you see him like this, you don’t think you will ever get over just how beautiful he is. You watch as the beads of water roll down his tan skin, and you take in his broad shoulders and strong arms – heat rushing to your face a bit as you remember just how strong those arms are. Wetness pools between your thighs as you eye his tattoo – something that you never thought would turn you on the way that it does. Next, you rake your eyes over his slim waist and toned abdomen and admire the way his cock, half-hard already, sits so prettily. 

“Like whatcha see?” He teases, leaning downwards to ghost his lips over yours. 

“Maybe a little bit.” You answer him, standing up on your tiptoes to chase his lips again. 

Danny hums, the sound rumbling in his chest as he swipes his tongue across your lower lip. He steps closer to you, meeting you under the spray and bringing your bodies flush together. His cock twitches against you. 

“Danny.” You warn, placing a palm on his chest as you detach your lips from his.

He meets your warning gaze with a mischievous smile, eyes glittering. 

“What?” He asks innocently, tilting his head. 

“You know what.” 

He shrugs before splaying his large hands out on your waist, sliding his palms down to rest on your hips and squeezing slightly. 

“I read online that sex can help with cramps.” His voice is low – husky in the way that it gets when he’s horny. “Thought we could test it out.” 

You pause for a moment, unsure of yourself. 

“I don’t know…” You trail off. 

He must since your unease as his grip tightens itself on your hips and his eyes soften. 

“I just… I don’t really feel all that sexy when I’m on my period.” You admit to him, watching a water droplet travel down the hollow of his throat rather than meeting his warm gaze. 

“Y/n.” He says, hooking a finger beneath your chin and lifting so that you have to look at him. “ You are always sexy. Always. There is literally nothing that could make you not sexy to me.” 

“Nothing?” You ask him, a hint of confidence coming back to you. 

“Nothing.” He confirms, nodding his head decisively. “But if you don’t feel comfortable that’s okay, too. I just wanna help you feel better.” 

“You always make me feel better, Danny.” You tell him honestly, eyes beginning to fill with tears – completely overwhelmed by his sweetness. “Fuck, sorry.” You choke out as a few spill down your cheeks despite your best efforts. “Damn hormones.” 

Danny huffs out a gentle laugh and tucks a wet strand of hair behind your ear. 

“That’s okay. I tend to have that effect.” 

You laugh and reach up to grip his shoulders – pulling him in to kiss him again. This time, you deepen it, allowing your desire for him to overshadow any reservations you have. He lets you guide the pace, his lips moving against yours in a way that makes your knees weak. 

“I guess we can try it.” You tell him, parting slightly for air. 

“Fuck, yeah.” Danny whispers, sliding his hands down to cup your ass and squeeze. 

“You’re such a teenage boy sometimes.” You manage to say between heavy breaths as Danny attaches his lips to your throat, suckling and nipping in all the places he knows drives you wild. 

Without warning, Danny presses the pad of his thumb against your clit, rubbing lazy circles and drawing a breathy moan from you. 

“Don’t hold ‘em back.” He says lowly, dark eyes casting downwards to watch as he presses his middle finger into you. “Wanna hear all those noises. Let me know I’m making you feel good.” 

Obediently, you allow a loud whimper to escape your lips as he curls his finger just right and brushes against your sweet spot. 

“Oh fuck!” Your eyes close and you bite your lip as pleasure courses through you as he adds another finger. 

“That’s it, baby.” He encourages, his thumb still never letting up on your clit as he fucks into you with his fingers. “Lean back for me.” 

You do as he says, leaning your back against the tile and hissing at the coldness. Though you soon forget the feeling as Danny continues to skillfully fuck into your aching pussy. 

“You are so fucking pretty, baby.” He says, a slight shake to his voice. Nothing gets Danny off more than watching you receive pleasure – a fact which you had learned very early on in your relationship. 

“Want your cock, Danny.” You whimper, shamelessly grinding your cunt down on his hand. As good as his fingers feel, you want nothing more than to feel his thick cock inside of you. 

Danny pulls his fingers from your heat and embarrassment floods through you at the sight of his fingers coated in red. 

“Y/n. Don’t do that.” He warns, sensing your shift in mood. “Look at me, baby.” He gestures to his throbbing cock, the head red and the engorged skin pulled tight. “Everything about you is beautiful, babe. Everything, okay? I want this. I want you. More than anything.” 

You nod, words failing you. 

Without another word, he dips his finger into your folds and gathers more of your blood and slick before wrapping his palm around his length and pumping himself a few times. A breathy little groan falls from between his plump lips and your pussy hurts with how much you’re turned on. Any and all feelings of embarrassment completely washed down the drain at the sight of Danny’s face falling slack with pleasure. 

Danny drops one hand and hooks it beneath your thigh – signaling for you to wrap your leg around his waist. It’s a little tricky on the slippery floor, so he braces his palms on the tile on either side of your head and you grip his shoulders for balance. Finally, he guides his cock into you, stretching you deliciously as he sinks into your cunt to the hilt. You both moan loudly at the feeling. 

“Move, Danny. Please.” You beg, kneading your fingertips into the thick muscle of his shoulders. 

“Fuck, you feel like fucking Heaven.” He grunts, beginning to rock his hips into yours at a steady pace. 

You open your mouth to respond but all that comes out is a loud moan as Danny snaps his hips into you suddenly, the tip of his cock brushing against that special spot inside of you. 

“Danny.” You whine, digging your heel into his lower back to draw him in closer. 

“That’s it, baby.” He coos, bringing his right hand away from the tile in order to drop it between the two of you, once again rubbing tight circles against your swollen clit. “Cum around my cock, pretty girl. Let me feel you. That’s it.” 

He keeps up the praise, knowing that it drives you wild every single time. The sound of his deep voice encouraging you, calling you pretty, telling you how good you are… it’s enough to make your legs begin to shake as the pleasure builds inside of you. The lewd sounds coming from between your bodies are loud enough to be heard over the sounds of the shower. And that, coupled with the grunts and moans that Danny can’t seem to hold back anymore sends you careening into your orgasm. White hot pleasure spreads throughout your body, making your toes curl and your body tremble as he fucks you through your high.

You can tell Danny’s close by the way his own shoulders tremble and the way his thrusts have grown sloppy and erratic. With one last broken moan, he’s spilling his release inside you, his eyes screwing shut and his body stiffening as you clench around his spent cock. 

You both stay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow and enjoying the feeling of each other. The water has long since run cold but neither of you really notice. 

“Any better?” He asks you, nuzzling his nose into your neck and nipping lightly, his softening cock still inside you. His wet hair tickles your chin and you giggle. 

“Yes, actually. Doesn't hurt nearly as bad as before.” It’s the truth. And you’re infinitely grateful that he’d convinced you to do this. 

“Good. Guess I’ll just have to fuck you every day until it’s over, then.” He says cheekily, pulling his now soft cock from you and giving you that adorable crooked smile of his. 

“Teenage boy.” Is the only response you glorify him with. 

– 

The two of you had finished bathing quickly, giggling as you tried to maneuver around each other in order to go quickly so as to escape from the cold water. Once you were both dried and dressed, Danny had cooked you your favorite dinner and you both had watched a movie until your eyelids began to droop – your lack of good sleep and your extracurricular shower activities suddenly catching up to you. 

As you fight to keep your eyes from falling closed for the millionth time, Danny finally declares it bedtime. 

“Okay, I think it’s time for bed.” He says with a laugh, standing up from the sofa and extending a hand towards you to help you up. 

“Fine.” You snark, but you’re more than ready to curl up and go to sleep in his arms. 

You climb into bed and watch as Danny slips under the covers next to you before reaching up to flick off the lamp. Once he’s settled on his side, you turn your body and allow him to pull your back flush against his chest. He hooks a strong thigh over yours and buries his face into your neck and breathes in deeply. 

“Still hurting a little bit?” 

“Just a little.” You sigh, relaxing completely against him. 

“I’m sorry. Wish I could help more.” He mumbles, sounding a little sad. 

“You help tons. More than you know.” You tell him. 

Danny slips his hand beneath the fabric of your t-shirt and cups his warm hand over your lower belly and you sigh contentedly at the feeling. 

“Thank you.” You whisper, sleep beginning to pull you under. 

“Always.” 

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[let-me-luve-you]

Dr. Holland

Tom Holland x Sister

Summary: Tom’s big sister is the hardest working person he knows. He is extremely proud of her and he can’t stop himself from talking about her during an interview.

Warnings: Overworked, maybe some angst, loving siblings, mentions of doctor work

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Tom sighed as he got a text from you saying that you were scheduled to work the one week he was home. Another message followed saying you only had to work three days instead of the normal five. You were an emergency room doctor and you worked a lot. Tom was proud of his older sister. She worked her but off through medical school to get where she was. Now she was working her butt off to get the position you really wanted, Pediatric Oncologist.

Tom had been filming Spider-Man in America when you were going through medical school. You would call him to keep you company while you were studying. And when time was on his side, he would quiz you. Tom never thought he was smart enough to become a doctor, but he knew enough to get by now.

It was early Wednesday morning when you pulled up at Tom’s house. You had gotten off work at 6am and stopped by your house to shower and change clothes. Tom had texted you last night that he had a few Zoom interviews this afternoon that would take a few hours of his time. Tom told you that you were free to sleep in his room after breakfast. But with only a few days with your brother, you decided you could sleep at night when they sleep.

You took the key Tom gave you for when you house sit and let yourself in. The house was quiet so you knew everyone was still asleep. You moved towards the kitchen. You sat your purse down and went straight to the coffee machine. Normally you would drink tea, but after a long night and soon to be long day, you needed all the help you could get to stay awake. While waiting on the coffee to be made, you took out all the pans and ingredients you would need to make breakfast. You decided to make breakfast burritos since those were your favorite and you didn’t get them often.

Halfway through cooking the sausage, bacon, and eggs, Tom walked in rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his hair flying every which way. He walked over to you and gave you a big hug. You smiled into his chest.

“Still short, I see.” Tom said with sleep lacing his voice.

“Still rude, I see.” You said back.

Tom squeezed you tighter, “I missed you.”

“Missed you to bubs.” You pulled back and watched him walk towards the coffee pot. You gave a small laugh and turned back to what was at hand.

“How’s the hospital been?” He asked as he sat on the counter next to the stove so he could see your face while he talked to you.

“It’s been good. Being in the ER means inconsistent hours and long shifts. Dr. Hamilton is planning on retiring in the next few months and he's told them my name as a replacement. Hopefully that works out so I can finally be a Pediatric Oncologist.” You said.

“I know you’ll get it and you'll be the best at your job.” Tom said matter of fact.

“Thanks. I hope I get it. If not, I may have to switch hospitals. I don’t think I can stay in the ER. I had night shifts this week. Day shifts last week. I went from day to night on Sunday. I had six hours off to rest since they made me work this weekend. They messed up the schedule but if I asked for Sunday night off, they were going to make me work the rest of the week.” You said taking all the food you just made to the island. Tom followed you and sat at the counter. You started fixing his burrito.

“I can make my own you know?” He said with a laugh. “But honestly. Stick it out. No one is more deserving of that position than you. You care for the kids and you know exactly what you are doing. Everything will work out. I’m so proud of you. Don’t know if I tell you that enough, but I am.”

“Thanks Tom.” You smiled at him. After making your burritos, you continued to talk about everything in your lives. He caught you up on the movies he was doing. He explained what the interviews were for. You just stared at him in awe as you saw the passionate look in his eyes when talking about acting.

A few hours after breakfast, you went to sit with Tom in his office. You laid out on the couch joking with him before his interview. Tom’s phone rang and he saw that it was his manager so he answered. Ten minutes later when he hung up he looked at you asleep on the couch. He stood up and grabbed the blanket and laid it across you. He knew that you would be out the whole time he did interviews as long as he didn’t make any sudden sounds. Tom was grateful the call through his computer rang through his AirPods. That sound would have woken you up and he knows you need sleep. Tom clicked the green answer button and was met with a smiling reporter.

“Hello Tom. How are you today?” The reporter asked.

“I’m doing great. How about yourself?” Tom asked back. Talking quieter than he normally would for something like this. His eyes drifted up to you to see if you moved and he didn’t even see you flinch.

“I’m doing great. Thank you for asking. So my name is Gerald. I’m with Buzzfeed. And I wanted to start this interview off asking what you’ve been up to these last few months.”

“Well, I’ve been in Germany working on a movie. Can’t go into detail just yet about it, but news will be dropping soon.” Tom checked one more time on you before he moved his full attention onto Gerald. “Sorry if I’m talking quieter than usual. My sister is asleep on my office couch. She’s been working like crazy lately so I didn’t have the heart to wake her.”

“Your volume is perfectly fine. If you don’t mind me asking, what does your sister do? We know about your other brothers since they are more involved in your line of work. They even travel with you. But we don’t really know a lot about your sister.” Gerald asked.

“My sister is amazing. Her name is Y/N. She’s a few years older than me. She is currently a doctor at one of the hospitals here in London. She’s been an emergency doctor but she is working towards becoming a Pediatric Oncologist.”

“That sounds fancy. What is that?” He asked.

“It’s a doctor that treats children with cancer. Y/N has worked so hard to get to that point. She’s so caring and loving and knows so much that I think she would be the perfect fit in any hospital in that position.”

“You sound proud of her.” Gerald said, pointing out the fact.

“I’m incredibly proud of her. She is just so amazing at everything but I was in the front row watching her work to this point. I wasn’t ever great at school and she was always working for those perfect grades. She would let me study with her so she could help when I needed it. I was her first call when she was accepted into med school. I remember crying when she told me that because I knew the work she had put in during undergrad to get there.” Tom said as he looked up at you. You were still sleeping soundly and Tom smiled at that.

“When I was filming Spider-Man: Homecoming, she would call me. It would be six or seven o’clock at night where I was and so I knew it was around midnight her time. She just wanted my company while she studied. She was so used to us working together she needed me there to help concentrate. She would email me her note cards and I would spend hours quizzing her. We were close before that, but we were almost inseparable after that. She’s my big sister and I love her and I’m so, so proud of her.”

“It sounds like it. It’s refreshing hearing you say such great things about your sister. I bet the whole family is proud of the both of you.” Gerald added.

“I know we are all proud of Y/N. For me, I know my family is proud, but what I do doesn’t even come close to what she does. After not seeing her for months due to COVID, any good I do, will never compare to the good she does.” Tom said thinking of those awful months you refused to see your family so you didn’t put them at risk.

“Well, tell her we appreciate the work she does. We would love to meet her sometime. You should bring her around a set or press tour sometime.”

Tom laughed. “I’ll have to try. She always turns me down though. Maybe if I film in London. But she does always make it to my premieres. Thankfully we almost always have one here in London, so it’s easier for her, but she’s made the trip to LA a couple of times.”

“Can’t wait to meet her one day.” Tom smiled at Gerald. “So you said you’ve been in Germany…”

Gerald continued with his interview. Once he was finished with that one he went right into the next. He spent three hours doing interviews and you never woke up once. He was grateful you were getting rest. When the final interview ended, Tom went over to you and gently picked you up. You stirred in his arms.

“Tom?” You said tiredly and confused. “Where are you taking me?”

“My room. You need more sleep and I need a nap. We can go out for dinner afterwards.” He said as he sat you on his bed. He walked to the other side.

“Okay.” You said rolling over towards him. “I love you bubs.” You whispered. Tom wrapped you in his arms and kissed you on the head.

“Love you too y/n/n.” He whispered back before you both fell asleep.

[dameronology]

the one where you can’t sleep {s.r x reader}

this is literally just plotless fluff because it’s 6am and i’m bloody knackered but my brain hasn’t got the message so i’m still up lol.

enjoy xx 

-jazz

Steve couldn’t sleep without you next to him.

He’d never admit it, but it was true. He needed you beside him - or on top of him or underneath him or tucked under his arm. He just needed you near him. Your warmth and steady breathing was usually what lulled him off to sleep. And, when you were in his arms, he knew you were safe. That was all he needed.

You’d been beside him when he’d fallen asleep earlier. He had both his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, your back pressed to his chest. It was your favourite place to be; his arms were strong and his body was warm, and he sometimes muttered sleepy gibberish into your ear as you drifted off. It was your safe space.

Steve woke up around 3AM. Noticing your absence, he reached out to pull you closer to him, only to be met with a fistful of sheets and a cold mattress. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, blinking under the blue night-time light streaming through the curtains. He frowned to himself and rolled out of bed, wandering down the hallway.

You were sat on the sofa in the dark. You were wearing one of Steve’s hoodies, and your hair was sticking up in a million different directions. You had your knees up to your chest, your laptop balanced on top of them. You probably didn’t need to have your face that close to the screen, but you were beyond exhausted and it was the only way you could possibly comprehend what was happening on Netflix. 

Steve smiled gently to himself, watching as the light from the screen lit up your features. He could tell that being awake probably wasn’t much of a choice. You were the heaviest sleeper he knew - in fact, he was convinced that napping was your hobby. It was a pretty standard part of his morning routine to be met with a string of curse words whenever he accidentally woke you. 

‘Trouble sleeping?’ You jumped at the sound of his voice. He was leaning against your bedroom door in all his shirtless glory, a sleepy smile on his face. 

‘Yeah,’ you rubbed your eyes, shutting the lid of your laptop.

You padded towards him, and as if on autopilot, Steve held his arms open and pulled you towards him in a warm hug. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, hands absentmindedly running through your hair. 

‘How long have you been up?’

‘I don’t think I’ve even slept.’ you grumbled. ‘Just one of those nights.’

‘Yeah, I know, doll.’ He sympathetically sighed. 

Usually you would have forced yourself to stay in bed, but it was the weekend and you had no work the next day. It was probably for the best - you had exactly zero patience when you were tired and grouchy. God only knows what would happen if one of your co-workers crossed you on three hours sleep. 

‘What are you watching?’ Steve asked.

‘How I Met Your Mother,’ you replied. ‘Wanna join?’

‘I think we should both head back to bed, baby.’ he mumbled into your hair.

A few seconds later, he wrapped an arm around your waist and picked you up. You let out a bit of a squeak of surprise, but the minute he dropped you back into bed and became engulfed by a soft blanket, you decided that you didn’t mind. Your bed was warm and soft and smelt like him; right then, it felt like the closest thing you’d ever get to heaven.

Steve laid down beside you, pulling the duvet over you both. It was then that your tiredness hit you like a ton of bricks, the day finally catching up with you. 

You rolled towards him, letting out an oof! when you collided with his chest. Chuckling, Steve tucked one arm underneath your body and held you against him, his free hand rubbing mindless patterns on your arm. 

A few seconds later, you were out of it. 

requests are open

[mommymooze]

Sleep Doctor

Hubert X Reader. Warning: blood war violence, rudeness, bad dreams

You are often compared to Mercedes, both of you are talented in healing, as well as both of you have doting, motherly personalities. Both of you are nurturing, protective, supportive, bakers of treats, a trusted confidante.

There are differences of course. Her faith is in the goddess, yours is in the human spirit. Your reason magic is powerful as well. You don’t have a creepy brother, just a lazy sister. You cook delicious meals, you love brewing potions and concoctions. While she is laid back and chill, you are assertive and firm. You give advice and then enforce it.

Mercedes suggests that someone get more sleep, rest, take their time to recover. Maybe gently remind them after a few days if she stills sees dark circles under their eyes. You tell them they need more sleep and that you will be waiting for them at their room to make certain they sleep that night and perhaps the next two or three nights.

Linhardt enjoys sharing duties as the healer for the Black Eagles Strike force with you. His favorite taunt is to use your name as a threat. “If you do not rest that leg and let it heal, I will advise (y/n) of the situation.” Everyone is quite aware that Emperor Edelgard fully supports your extremely strict and regimented methods to ensure that the Strike Force is in tip top condition.

One of your pet peeves is finding injuries long after a battle is over. Linhardt will only leave his minor wounds untreated if he is too tired to get to it. Dorothea does very well seeking treatments promptly. Petra has a great understanding of the responsibility of your body being a temple and to keep it in constant repair. Bernadetta only hides injuries if she feels that she has made a mistake and tries to use it as self-punishment. Caspar is highly maintained and checked by Lin, so he’s in great shape. Emperor Edelgard is preened by the healers every time she returns, to make sure not the tiniest scratch is left unattended lest she get an infection. Ferdinand does frequent the healers, however he has been known to often get infections, not understanding the seriousness of the smaller, less important wounds he has received in the germ and disease filled conditions of war.

Then there is Hubert. He stands and gives reports to his Lady, while his own blood is pooling at his feet. His mindset is Duty Before All Else. Immediately upon arrival from a mission, he must report to Emperor Edelgard, then he may stop by the infirmary, but more likely will return to his tent or quarters and write his reports of the mission results.

At first you try reasoning with him. Advising him he is losing enough blood that by the time his report is finished his body is completely exsanguinated. You attempt to physically remove him from the Command tent and he strikes you with magic. Trial and error provides the answer for your most successful method of treating the irritatingly stubborn man. Healing him upon his arrival, during his report to the Emperor upon his return. The moment Hubert warps to her tent you are summoned from the infirmary. Your materials already await you in the command tent.

“Stand over here on these towels.” You order the dark mage.

“I must present my report…” Hubert angrily chastises you.

“I tire of my carpets being stained, do as she says.” Edelgard orders, he complies.

You remove his cape, cravat, and outer coat. You stand behind him as he is advising the Emperor of his latest completed duties in the never-ending effort to win the war for the Empire. You in turn untuck his white and red stained shirt from his pants and pull it up in the back clipping it out of your way. The blood has dried around his undershirt and you cut it loose from the stab wound that is just at the base of his rib cage, thankfully below his heart by a few inches. Had the assassin had a better angle, well, the Spymaster would not be with us right now.

Pressing a cloth that is thoroughly soaked in alcohol onto the wound to remoisten and allow removal of the remaining undershirt material as well as cleanse the wound preventing infection, you apply firm pressure into the hole and begin removing the soiled cloth from the deep stab wound as you hear him exclaim.

“…and then we proceeeeek!..Flames woman! Trying to finish the job!” The dark mage yells, his left arm coming back to smack you away as the burning sensation of the liquid goes deeper into his flesh.

You easily duck his attack as you remove the foreign materials, making certain the wound is absolutely clean. Minor deep healing spells take care of the immediate damage. There will still be bruising to his left kidney. You pull out needle and thread to pull the two sides of the wound back together, making it easier for the healing spells to take hold and lessen the scarring. That particular wound finished, it is not difficult to trace another slice into his flesh, this time blood is soaking into his shirt collar as he sustained a dagger’s blade to the side of his head just behind his ear. Head wounds bleed profusely, if they do not penetrate the skull they cause little problem as long as they are cleaned. A nice curved needle allows you to pick up the skin on each side to bring them back together again. A final healing spell there and the bleeding subsides.

Your hands glow lightly as they run along his body, searching for any additional injuries. The stubborn mule of a man certainly will not reveal any weak points. Two ribs on his left front are heavily bruised, healing spells correct that situation.  Finding no other serious injuries, you return the cape and coat to Hubert, pat him on the shoulder, and proceed to the infirmary.

The trouble with being at war is that it is prohibitive to good sleep. There are quite a few members of the Strike Force that have issue with sleeping, some nights it is interrupted by dreams or memories of personally tragic events during the war, others cannot get to sleep in the first place, their minds tormenting them with frightening thoughts. While in Enbarr or at Garreg Mach, you are available to assist your fellow Strike Force members with issues of nightmares, night terrors or simply general insomnia. Your schedule is changed to accommodate the availability for such. You are available from sunset until 5 or 6am to assist with these issues. After that you return to your room to sleep until noon. The guards patrolling the areas are trained take notice if someone is calling out loudly in their sleep. There is also a physical sign, a request for assistance, by placing a red card slightly peeking past the bottom of the door, alerting them to retrieve you to the location for necessary assistance.

Your counsel at night is always kept between you and the patient. Having someone there to talk to is the best medicine for most parties. A trusted ear, a caring heart, letting them know they are not alone, simply being there is at times the answer to the current situation.

Hubert again, is the one most difficult to work with. His living space is highly covered in magic spells and sigils. The layout is such that if he is screaming in his bed it would not be heard through his closed door. He is not one to ask for help unless it is from complete desperation. Only by observing the reticent Spy Master can you tell that sleep has been evading him more than normal. His eyes are sunk further back into his skull, the blackness seems to surround his eyes. He taps his feet to keep his body moving, reminding himself to stay awake. This dedicated, enervated man is your most challenging patient by far. As today’s strategy meeting concludes, you request that he remain behind to discuss a matter with him and Emperor Edelgard.

“Hubert, when was the last time you slept.” You ask, hands on your hips.

“Three days ago. There is no time for sleep when you are running a war.” He answers.

“There is only so long before your body will take what it requires. The next battle is less than a week away. It is critical that you sleep now.” You plead, looking to Edelgard for support. “I agree. Hubert, pass along what duties you can and carve out time for sleep every day until the battle. Provide both of us a schedule of when you will set aside time for rest.”

Hubert stands, bowing to his Emperor and glaring at you sharply before he leaves the room.

You have found, through trial and error, ways of making him sleep. Forcing him into specific routines that subconsciously prepare him for sleep. Once he is in bed and relaxed usually a palm resting on the back of his hand is enough to make him lay still enough to drift off. Sometimes he is more agitated, so you will read to him dissertations regarding the history and foundation of white magic in a monotone voice. The text is very dry, of no interest to him, yet the words distract his thoughts enough, allowing sleep to take him.  

Today was no such day. Overtired and restless he shifts in his bed anxiously.

“Tell me a story.” He finally requests.

“I did not think you a fan of fairy tales or knights.” You reply softly.

“You have a large family. Tell me a story of your youth.”

You begin to weave the tales of your younger days. The family going into the woods to pick buckets upon buckets of blueberries, your brothers getting distracted by seeing who could climb the highest in a tree, Mother panicking that they would fall and break their arms and legs. Scrubbing the purple from your siblings before getting them to bed then helping mother preserve the berries in wine bottles to enjoy during the winter. You are softly retelling these events until you realize he has fallen asleep.

It is not dark in the room, the curtains are pulled close to reduce the sunlight. You pull out a novel to read. Hubert is a quiet sleeper. He’s not like Caspar who crawls around and tangles himself in his sheets while he slumbers. You look up from your book as you see Hubert moving his feet, giving a weak kick.  He is pulling his arms up to his chest and his face is drawn into a frown. You drop your book. Your hand brushes his cheek softly as you try to gently wake him from his nightmare.

“Hubert, I’m here for you. Everything is all right. Shhhh.” You softly whisper.

The dark mage startles from his sleep, his eyes wide. He looks about the room finally realizing he is within his own bedchambers. He looks very distressed, his hands trembling. You instinctively pull him into a hug, holding him tight against your chest as you lay gently on him.

“Breathe, just breathe.” You urge him, taking long slow loud breaths to have him match yours.

It takes a while before he finally begins to relax again. You know you can’t stand hunched over him much longer, so you walk around the bed to lie next to him on top of the covers. You pull him to face you as you card your fingers through his hair and encourage him to relax. The exhaustion of his body takes over and he falls asleep again.

You awaken after a short nap due to movement under your arm. Opening your eyes you find Hubert looking back at you. Instinctively you slowly pull your arm from across his chest back to yourself.

“Did you rest well?” you whisper.

Hubert rolls onto his back. “Surprisingly, yes. My headache is gone.”

You quietly slide out of the bed, straightening your clothing. Making your way to the other side, you return the chair to its proper place and gather your things.

“Do you often accompany your patients in their beds?” Hubert asks, a slight sneer in his voice.

“Never.” You reply. “You are a…special case.” You reply, closing the door behind you.

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The next day Hubert is much more coherent at the morning strategy meeting. Once the meeting adjournes, the Emperor requests that the two of you remain behind.

“I notice an improvement today.” Edelgard smiles at the Minister of the Imperial Household.

“Of course, My Lady. I refuse to disappoint you.” He respectfully bows.

“We are scheduled today from 10pm until 3am. Granted, 5 hours is not much for the average person, but to Hubert’s tortured soul it is quite the luxury.” You quip, causing Edelgard to giggle.

The dark mage scowls in your general direction. You both excuse yourselves as the Emperor has another appointment to attend.  You join him as he heads toward his office.

“Was it so horrible to rest yesterday? Do you not feel some improvement?”  You inquire.

“You were witness to my sleep. It is anything but restful.” He grumbles.

“Which is currently the point of my assisting you.” You respond in a logical manner.

“If there is nothing further you require, I have significantly less time to complete my duties. I bid you good day.” Hubert sniffs as he heads to his office.

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You are waiting outside of Hubert’s quarters for his arrival. He arrives 15 minutes late. There is no apology for his tardiness. He completes his routine for preparing for bed and finally pulls his covers up to his chin, only to stare at you. You’ve brought knitting to keep you company, a quiet pastime.

“Do you need a diversion?” You ask softly.

“No.” He responds, continuing to stare daggers at you.

A few minutes later he decides to stare at the ceiling.

“Why do you do this?” Hubert wonders aloud.

“For your health of course. Sleep is extremely important. Your body needs the rest, so does your mind. It affects your nervous system, your immune system. All creatures need sleep.” You answer matter of factly patting the back of his hand.

“Why do you care?” he asks.

“I’ve come to know everyone very closely. You are my work family and my friends. I would be devastated should anyone die from something I can possibly prevent. Just as you protect us all from spies, assassinations, poisoning, and the like, I do the same protecting everyone from sickness, injuries, infections etcetera. There is only one Hubert Von Vestra. I would like to see him live past the end of the war. “

“Hmpf.” Is his only response.

Hubert closes his eyes as you quietly knit. His breathing slows as he drifts into the land of Nod. You silently slip from his room to check on the other occupants of the Imperial Palace to find that it is a rather quiet night and there are no disturbances amongst the Strike Force. You return to Hubert’s quarters to see him still resting, which is surprising. You know he is a light sleeper, however even if he woke up, he remained in bed. You count that as a victory. As 3am nears, you head out to retrieve a carafe and water, preparing coffee in his parlor just at the time he should awaken.

“One moment.” Is heard coming from the door to his bedroom. A few minutes later Hubert emerges from his bedroom dressed for work and looking shockingly more alert than you have seen him in the past two weeks.

“Thank you for doing this for yourself as well as for the rest of us. I will see you again this evening.” You articulated as you gather your personal items to leave. You swear you almost hear a soft ‘thank you.’ from Hubert as he locks his door and heads to his office.

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Hubert is working until midnight tonight, never a regular schedule for himself, his duties rule his sleep schedule. You leave Ferdinand’s quarters in time to head to the kitchen and obtain a cup of coffee before you must meet with the dark mage. Ferdinand sleeps well most of the time, however as the war becomes more brutal and savage, he is plagued with nightmares more frequently. After you were called to his room this night, he finally agreed to take a small sleeping potion. The thought of dark circles under his bright and shining eyes is like having storm clouds blocking the sun. He is the source of the Strike Force’s positive energy. They need him brightly shining in the lead, a beacon of hope.

Your arrival at Hubert’s door is matched with his. His posture is much improved, not hunched over barely able to stand. He greets you with a nod and waves you into his quarters. You pat his shoulder as you walk past him. He prepares for bed and once he is under the covers calls you into his bedroom. He has already placed  the chair in its normal spot, close to the head of his bed. Taking your seat you place your hand on top of his.  His hand does not move.

“You keep touching me. Why do you do that?” Hubert asks, staring at the ceiling.

“It is another one of the basic needs of humans. Some need it more than others. Certainly you have observed in battle, when the Professor is encouraging Caspar in the middle of a fight, if Caspar receives a simple pat on the head, he can rush forth taking out several squads of enemies at an amazing pace. When Bernadetta is extremely anxious, sitting next to her with a leg or shoulder touching her, she visibly relaxes. Emperor Edelgard relaxes with gentle hugs. Ferdinand prefers a one armed hug when being comforted through a tough time. The professor responds to hand holding and shoulder touching. Dorothea gets herself anxious and worked up sometimes, then only a full squeezing hug can get her to settle enough to speak with her.

“I was not aware of such needs, nor of your detailed observations of our team members.”

“I must admit, you are my most difficult patient in this regard.” You smile softly.

“Explain.” He says flatly.

“Beyond contact with our Emperor, you do not touch others nor does anyone touch you.” You begin. “Even when contact with another is made, it is not skin to skin, always to clothing, always with gloves. Certainly your upbringing, family history, interpersonal relationships, work schedules, work agenda and severe lack of personal time factors into this.

When one is in the infirmary, healers constantly touch the patients. Verbal reassurance is good, physical touch is required, and is extremely reassuring. When a patient is unconscious, the body still reacts to touch. When Petra was heavily injured a few battles ago, Dorothea was there for hours holding her hand, stroking her cheek. The body does react, relaxes. Somewhere in her brain, she knows someone is there for her and she needs to get better in order to rejoin them. Unconscious patients still tense up, faces furrow. Touch causes them to relax, leading the body to focus on healing.

On the battlefield, I am shocked at the condition I have found a fallen person, yet they are still alive, simply because someone else is there with them, touching them, encouraging them to hang on to that precious thread of life for yet a moment longer. That comrade being there has performed a miracle. There is no other way to explain it. Reason magic is cast through verbal incantations, physical movement, mental intentions. Healing magic is through touch, with the exception of physic, because no rule is absolute. “

“Hmmm. Continue.” Hubert watches your face closely, turning his palm to yours, taking your smaller hand into his without thinking.

“Now my observation of you, Hubert. I have heard you say that you are unworthy of anyone being close to you based on your workings below the surface, your bloodstained hands, duties you have carried out in the darkness. I disagree. You are not to judge your own worthiness. Only others can perform that task. They will base it on their own life, experiences, beliefs, circumstances. If they cannot understand you and appreciate you for who you are, all of you, then perhaps they are not worthy of you. The Emperor knows you, knows what you do for her, suspects what is done outside of her vision, yet she is there for you, accepting you for who you are, as you are. Over these years of war, all of the members of our team have learned more about you, perhaps scratching beyond the surface of you, yet they are still here. They still support you, believe in you, rely on you. They find you worthy of their protection, their support. Tell me of one person in the Strike Force that has not helped you in a battle. I certainly can tell you about how many I have had to piece together after they shielded you from certain death. I have lost count of how many holes I have patched up on you are a result of your protecting each and every one of them.”

“Physical Attributes are difficult to overcome…” he argues.

You laugh at the thought. “Have you never heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder? Beauty is found within? To me, my mother is the most beautiful woman in the world. Having so many children her stomach never went back to being flat and fashionable. She has spots on her face from being in the sun. Wrinkles in her hands from working them hard for many years. Her nose is crooked because she broke it as a child and never had it properly healed. Most people on the street would look at her as the typical matronly old woman, but to me she is more beautiful than any goddess, I would not change a thing. My sister was being courted by Bernard, her now husband. Bernard was awkward, tall and lanky. At first I noticed he was all knees and elbows, his teeth seemed to be too large for his mouth. But my sister loved him, and he loved her. When I last saw him, I saw a tall handsome man that would do anything for my sister, just looking at him you could tell he adores her. When he looks at my sister, his smile shines bright and I consider him beautiful inside and out. Ask Dorothea how far good looks will get you. She is a beautiful woman, however knows that beauty fades. She has found someone who loves her for her. That when she is old and wrinkled and gray, they will be there for her and she for them. “

“I have much to think about. Good night.” Hubert says softly closing his eyes.

You remain holding his hand until it relaxes which is not until he is in a deep sleep. He sleeps quietly and restfully. A very good rest for him indeed.

The next morning Hubert joins you in his parlor, sitting at the table with you as you silently enjoy the first cup of morning coffee together.

As you pour a refill, you finally break the silence. “Today we prepare, early tomorrow we leave for yet another battle. I know you will not sleep tonight, if you wish to try, even for an hour or two, I would be happy to help.”

Hubert briefly scowls then retracts it to a minor frown. “I can sleep on my own. I do not need you as a crutch.”

You place your hand atop his now white gloved hand. “I am not a crutch, I am an enforcer.” You smile.

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You are too busy the night before leaving to think about Hubert. Ferdinand has a particularly strong night terror. Bernadetta had a major panic attack. Linhardt could not find a comfortable place to sleep, wandering and laying about all over the palace. You would find him in the middle of a pathway, taking him to a more secluded and safer place to sleep only for him to move to a different poor location for slumber. You finished bottling your last batch of healing potions and pots of salves for minor wounds and burns. You begin filling the wagon with as much bandages and bindings as you could stuff into it. You and the other healers riding in the wagon will take turns sleeping, resting now because once battle starts, you would not sleep for perhaps two days or more.

A few more days on the road, scouts have returned stating there is a small army preventing anyone from passing, apparently a mix of kingdom and church soldiers. A brief strategy meeting is held and soon the caravans realign, with the support teams like yours toward the rear. A few more hours at a slow pace as they advance to the enemy location. Now explosions are heard as the mages on both sides attack, the infantry running in behind the Cavalry and the fliers doing their best to snipe from the skies. Your group hurriedly throws together the medical tent, secures a location for water, sets up cots, supplies. Ready for patients, you head out toward the field of battle. Those that are no longer fit to fight are sent your direction. You assess their condition, stop severe bleeding and direct them to the correct tent location. You see a Meteor spell go off in the middle of the battle, sincerely hoping that is Dorothea and not the enemy that is the source. You watch Linhardt in the back lines, healing who he can, keeping them on their feet. You want to go out there and help, but you remain at your post.

The battle continues until sunset. You are surrounded by patients. Fortunately nobody in the Strike Force has serious injuries, or at least they have not yet made it to the medical tent. You finish cleaning the slicing wounds of a very young, perhaps 17 year old, soldier’s arms before sewing the sides of the wounds back together and then casting a healing spell on them to remove the final trace of any visible wound.

“(Y/n)” a deep voice comes from behind you.

“How are you doing Hubert? Is there somewhere I am needed?” You ask, looking absolutely exhausted.

“Do you have any healing spells left in you?” He asks, a frown on his brow.

“No, That was the last one.”  You say, cleaning up your surgical tools. Before you look up, he takes hold of your arm and warps you to a tent.

“Now it is your turn. You are in desperate need of sleep. There are buckets and towels to wash up and your bags are there to change clothes.”

“I sleep in the medical tent in case they need me…” you state, confused by this.

“You are out of magic, let those that can heal remain. I will step outside, you will clean up and prepare for bed.” Hubert exits, closing the tent flap behind him.

In spite of the rudeness, it feels nice to wash the blood and grime off and change into clean dry clothing not soaked in someone else’s blood. Sleeping away from the injured is much much quieter, you think as you change into bedclothes and sit on the cot.

“Done.” You call out.

Hubert enters the tent, bringing a tin cup full of water as well as a waterskin. “You must drink this. You have not had a drink since the first patients came in.”

“I’ve been preoccupied.” You gratefully take the cup and drinking the entire contents quickly.

“Now rest. Go to sleep.” His voice is quite assertive.

“Stay with me a bit?” You plead.

“Demanding woman!” He huffs, pulling the chair next to the bed to sit close by.

“Is everyone okay? Have they been checked out?” you ask.

Hubert grumbles. “Of course they are. Many have been asleep for four hours or more. Now hush.”

You suddenly sit up. “Have I stolen your bed? I can’t do that to you.”

He hesitantly touches your shoulder. “You need to rest. Stop fighting me.”

You frown and lie back down. “Could you lie next to me for a bit? Its…chilly.” You begin scooting to one side of the cot, until it threatens to tip over from having the weight all on one side.

“You are relentless.” He frowns.

You nod and lift the cover for him to join you. He lies on his back, you on your side facing him. You lift his arm bringing it around your back as you place your head and arm on his chest. Without opening your eyes you tell him, “Yes this is necessary.” You settle in next to him and quickly relax, falling asleep.

[nakedmossy]

Depth Over Distance - Part Ten  [Rudy x Reader]

[A/N: I am literally still laughing at the one anon comment about Rudy nutting and it making Anna being pregnant funnier. So here is the part where we learn more about THAT. And have that awesome conversation nobody wants to have and whatnot...but also shower sex, so that’s nice. Stay tuned because in the next part we get some visitors at the cabin...Peace and love, Mossy x]

You had laid on the floor for a few hours, still coming down from the adrenaline high, while Rudy played with the hair that was sprawled around your shoulders and down your back, occasionally looking down at the bandage on your forehead to make sure the cut hadn’t reopened. The fire had crackled peacefully next to you, emanating warmth and comfort, and after the wave of ecstasy had passed, you had felt a small tug in your gut, a reminder of the reality settling in around both of you at a rapid pace. Deep down somewhere you knew that the way forward from here would be complicated and grotesque, that there was no going back from this, but tonight you wanted to enjoy it.

You were sat on the couch now, Rudy’s t-shirt on, your legs stretched across his lap. He watched the fire intently, the glare of the flames licking shadows across his calm features. His blonde hair and tanned skin glowed, his jawline chiseled in perfect sharp angles, his bare chest and rippled abs effortlessly defined. You caught your breath as your eyes glided over him, struggling to reconcile the new, intimate version of him with the innocent friendly version you had known your whole life. Inevitably your mind started to drift back to the overwhelmingly satisfying sex you had just had, and you felt your legs tensing as you remembered the way Rudy’s body had melted into yours, his muscles, the arch of his back and the way his neck tipped back, the orgasm…oh my god, that orgasm.

Rudy looked over at you and caught your eyes, smiling.

“Hi” He said quietly.

“Hey” You smiled back.

“You okay?”

“Mhmmm”

“What’re you thinking about?”

You looked over at the fire and felt your eyes flicker. Everything.

“Nothing” You lied, smiling at him. “Just enjoying this.”

He smiled over at you, his face relaxed. He looked like was going to fall asleep, his eyelids were heavy and his body limp. You gently pulled your legs off of his lap and took your time standing up, Rudy’s hand on the back of your thigh to stabilize you. You moved to the cabinet under the window and pulled out the record player, placing it on counter and dusting it off. You flicked lightly through some of the vinyls and pulled out your dad’s favorite Tom Petty album, slipping it out of its sleeve and placing it gently on the tray, lifting the needle and lowering it gently to the edge of the black.

It crackled and spurred to life as you turned around and smiled at Rudy, sauntering slowly back to him and offering him your hand. His face lit up as he took it, letting you guide him to the open floor space between the couch and the fire. He lifted your hands to his shoulder and placed his other hand on your hip, you began to sway back and forth slowly as the music floated around the cabin, your bodies perfectly in sync as you danced. He slowly pulled you closer to him until your face was resting easily against his chest. The rhythmic rise and fall and the even movement of his breathing lulled you into a transient state, the concept of time loose and unfounded until he spoke and you opened your eyes again.

“Little Fern?” His voice was quiet but it resonated through his chest with a deep hum.

“Mmmm” You acknowledged, waiting. When he didn’t speak, you pulled your head away from his chest and looked up at him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked quietly.

He looked thoughtful, but he didn’t answer. You felt a flutter in your stomach, worried by the length of the silence.

“Rudy?” You waited, slowing the dance until you were both stood, holding each other, unmoving. Finally, his nose wiggled and he let out a breath, then looked at you deeply.

“What if I didn’t go back?”

Confused, your eyebrows knitted together as you waited for him to elaborate.

“I mean, what if I didn’t leave again. Didn’t go back to LA?”

You frowned now, stepping away from him and dropping your hands.

“What are you talking about?”

He lifted his shoulders slightly and looked around the cabin before looking back at you.

“I mean right now, in this moment, after the last couple days….I don’t…I don’t want to. I can’t. I can’t go back now. Not like this. Not without you, I mean…” He struggled for the right words, his face desperate.

You felt a rock settle in your stomach as you watched him clinging at words, the depth of what he was proposing swinging at you like a hard right hook to the chin. He was saying all of this as if there wasn’t a pregnant woman 8 hours away in his house. This was ruining your facade that everything in this moment was perfect.

“You can’t do that” You said quietly after a few seconds of silence. He watched you, confusion now on his own face, as your expression changed to frustration. “We just…” You looked at the blanket on the floor beside you both and motioned to it. “Can I not just enjoy this for a night before we have to face reality? Please.”

He looked at you with a small sad expression before his jaw set and his eyes softened, a smile creeping across his face. He nodded, stretching his hand back out towards you. You took it hesitantly and let him pull you back towards him, swaying to the soft music again.

“Tomorrow then” He said quietly, his mouth pressed next to your ear. You nodded silently and closed your eyes, dreading facing everything tomorrow would bring.

Despite all of that, you had gone to bed, both of you squished into the double bed on the bottom of the bunks, and laid in a peaceful, easy embrace for hours, reminiscing about simpler times and happy memories, laughing and kissing, until you both fell asleep in the early hours of the morning.

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 You woke up with a sore face and a small headache, smiling, as you heard Rudy banging around in the kitchen while listening to his favorite album on the record player. You wanted to get up and check your forehead bandage in the mirror, knowing it probably had shifted during the night, but as you left the bedroom you were struck by the sight of Rudy holding a frying pan, dancing slowly around the oven, his bare ass exposed and his front hardly covered by a small baking apron. A giggle erupted out of you as you slapped your hand to cover your mouth, Rudy turning around to grin widely at you, still holding the bacon pan.

“Morning, sleepy head” He said in a tired, gravelly voice. He looked like sunshine and sounded like whisky. Your eyes travelled slowly down his chest and abdomen, your breath catching in your throat, and you only briefly stared at the floral apron hanging loosely around his waist before you felt yourself blush, so you turned and kept walking to the bathroom, shaking your head.

The bandage was fine, slightly wrinkled, but your head was starting to hurt worse than any hangover you had ever experienced. You clutched either side of the sink and dropped your head between your shoulders, closing your eyes. You immediately pictured Rudy standing naked in the kitchen and felt your shoulders bounce as you laughed to yourself. You jumped when you felt a hand on your back.

“How’s your head” Rudy asked gently. You opened your eyes and blinked a few times, trying to smile at him but struggling with how puffy your eyes were.

“Pretty fucking sore” you said with a laugh, sighing. “Where are those T3’s?”

Rudy’s finger shot into the air and he whipped around, his bare ass flashing at you before he turned the corner and went to retrieve them. Arguably he had the nicest butt you had ever seen on a guy so there was nothing wrong with it.

When he returned with two pills and a glass of water, you smiled thankfully at him before taking them and sitting down on the toilet seat. You groaned at the thought of procuring the water for a hot shower, but you wanted one desperately.

Rudy walked forward and stretched his hand out, you took it and he led you into the living room, placing you at the couch before he brought a plate over to you with eggs and bacon on it. You looked down at the plate as confusion overtook you, not understanding where the extra groceries had appeared from.

“Where did this come from…I didn’t bring these?”

He shrugged, his shoulder muscles flexed. “I drove down to the store early this morning and picked them up.”

You looked at the clock hanging on the wall over the door. Just after 9am.

“That’s an hour each way. You drove an hour each way…you got up at 6am…to get ...eggs and bacon?” You blinked at him, disbelief plastered on your face. There was no way. You didn’t hear him leave or come back…you had fallen asleep deeply entangled in his arms. Not a chance.

He nodded, shrugging it off.

“I mean I got other stuff too. And called your parents.” He said the last part quieter, and with trepidation. Your fork fell down to your plate loudly as your eyes shot up at him.

“Pardon me?”

His hands came out reassuringly and he wandered back into the kitchen to grab his own plate.

“I just called them to say that you had ditched your car swerving a deer, but that we got your head looked at and we were both up here safe and we would be home in a few days. All good.”

“A few days? I’ve already been here a few days. I have to work in a few days, Rudy.”

“Relax. I took care of it.”

You pinched your face and looked around.

“What are you my fairy godfather? What makes you think I’ll agree to stay up here with you anyways.”

Rudy scoffed and smiled at his plate, scooping up a fork full of food and shoving it in.

“Because” He said through his mouthful of eggs and bacon. “I have the keys to the only working vehicle. You can’t leave until I do. And I’m not going anywhere.”

He winked at you before returning to his food. You rolled your eyes and went back to your own plate, but were smiling. You were both avoiding the upsetting truth that waited for you back home...but you didn’t mind putting it off for a while longer. Besides, the last thing you wanted was to confront Rudy’s pregnant manager who he was having a secret affair with while you had a concussion. You needed a few days. 

“I need to shower.” You said when you finished your food, not even registering how hungry you had been until that point. Rudy nodded and collected your plates, placing them on the counter. He had already filled the pots with water and was walking them over to the fire to boil.

“Working on it” He said, stabilizing them so they didn’t spill on the floor, and carefully lifting each one on the tray over the flames. His arms were just absolutely stupidly strong. You couldn’t stop staring.

When the water was boiled he carried the pots and emptied them into the tank inside the shower, sealing the lid to retain the heat. He came back into the living room to help you up off the couch, you wobbled as your head spun.

“Easy” He said, bracing your arms. Annoyed at your head but smiling, you said a quiet ‘thanks’ as you pushed past him into the bathroom. You were about to close the door when you looked back out into the living room and saw Rudy standing silently and watching you, his eyes lustfully stuck on you.

You felt your stomach flutter and the blood rush to your face, making your head pound even more. You held his eyes and waited, then bit your bottom lip as you began to pull his shirt over your head.

Again, you stood naked, watching him, waiting for him.

Again, without hesitation, he came for you.

He pulled the apron off his waist in the doorway and you bit back a giggle as he discarded it on the floor next to his shirt that you had dropped. Now you both stood in front of each other, waiting, and neither making the first move. Your eyes travelled up and down him, seeing all the things it was hard to see through the darkness and the haze of last night. He was perfectly sculpted, his muscles were taught and toned from neck to ankle, the V of his hip muscles that travelled down to his pelvis made you feel like you were going to pass out. There were no flaws, there was nothing you would change. You felt lightheaded again.

Slowly Rudy came closer until he was directly in front of you, reaching his hand up to your face, holding your chin in place as he leaned down to kiss you. You kissed him back, eagerly, and felt him walk you backwards slowly into the tiled area, his hand moving to turn on the faucet. It was shocking, the sensation of the water, and you recoiled into Rudy, laughing as your bodies began to glean the water. He ran his hands through his hair, pushing it away from his face, and clearing his eyes before smiling down at you.

As he grabbed the shampoo bottle from the shelf behind you and began to massage the liquid into your hair, careful not to let it get in your eyes, your hands travelled around his abdomen. You felt more grounded, more in tune, than you had last night. You also felt hungrier. You knew exactly what you were working with now. You closed your eyes and tipped your head back, letting the water rinse the soap from your hair, tickled by the sensation of the clumps of white foam travelling down your body.

You felt Rudy step closer to you, you could feel him against your leg, his hands moving to your shoulders, rubbing the soap suds down your chest, fondling you. You felt yourself slipping into the cloud of ecstasy, your eyes stayed closed as Rudy’s mouth worked around your neck and jawline. You didn’t have to think about what to do next, your hand slipped down his abdomen and below his waist line, you grabbed as much of him as you could fit in your hand and began to stroke back and forth. You felt Rudy crippling around you, his arm bracing you both firmly against the wall of the shower as his head dipped and he began to groan deeply. This was too easy. You opened your eyes and watched him, his face pinching tighter and tighter as he firmed and grew in your hand, and only moments later he was twitching and pulsing, his body pressing yours into the shower wall as he weakened in front of you, his head falling and resting on your shoulder.

After mere seconds he had regained himself and lifted his head to reveal a dazed but sinister smile, before lowering himself to his knees in front of you.

“What are you….oh” Your breath caught in your throat as his face disappeared between your legs. The water ran down your face as you tilted your head, your back pressed firmly to the shower wall, his tongue wreaking havoc on your ability to keep yourself upright. This wouldn’t take long.

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After you were out of the shower and both sufficiently clean and satisfied, you walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel, pouring a cup of coffee. Rudy followed you and perched himself against the counter, sipping from his cup slowly.

You looked out the window, it was a beautiful morning, no grey clouds or rain, just a light blue sky and sunlight beaming down. Even the birds were singing. It was nice while it lasted.

“Was it like this? With her?” You asked briefly before bringing your cup to your mouth and sipping it loudly. You heard Rudy choke and spit some of his back into his cup, then felt his eyes on you.

“What?” He asked, dumbfounded.

You turned around and stared at him, waiting, rolling your foot around in circles on the floor, stretching the muscles. You knew there was never going to be a good time to have this conversation, but you felt like the sooner the better. Besides, he had just eaten you out on the floor of a cold cabin shower. For some reason that gave you a confidence boost.

“Anna” You said her name, trying to keep the bitterness out of your tone. “Was it like this?”

You knew he understood your meaning. Was it like us? Was it easy like this? Was the sex this good?

Rudy stood perfectly still, his coffee cup trembling for a moment, before he placed it on the counter and ran a hand over his mouth.

“Um…” He started, his eyes wide. “Hmm.” He stared at the floor for a moment before starting again.

“Okay. I guess now is fine.” He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. You knew you had shocked him, but it felt good to return the favor. “No. Simple answer. It was not like this.”

You nodded slowly, watching him, your head starting to pulse lightly again. He moved to the table and sat down clumsily, you followed.

“Not even close.” He said honestly, his eyes meeting yours again. “She…we had a fling. Briefly. A few months ago…and then…I don’t know. It got weird. It became something…ugly and possessive. I just, I had needed a distraction and it worked for a while but when I told her to cool it off and that I needed space, she didn’t listen.”

He looked out the window now, his jaw flexing, his face pained.

“Well I mean….maybe it had something to do with the fact she is carrying your child.” You said, forcing the words out reluctantly, bitterness seeping into your voice.

Rudy’s eyes flashed back to yours and his expression changed, something flickering across his face. He leaned forward, putting his arms on the table.

“Y/N…it’s… it’s not mine.” He said gently, breathing evenly.

You felt your heart jump and your chest start to ache. You stared at him, expecting him to take it back or say he was kidding, but he didn’t.

“Pardon me?” You forced the words out, your body numb.

Rudy swallowed hard and looked at his lap, smiling and letting a short laugh out before shaking his head and setting his jaw, his hands balled into a fist on the table.

When he looked back up at your inexplicably shocked face, his expression was firm and apologetic.

“I wasn’t sure…at first. But by the time I figured it out, you were gone. I tried calling you but your phone was out of service so it wouldn’t go through. I was already coming to find you when I got your voicemail, but then…I guess it kind of slipped my mind when I found your car…and I wanted to make sure you were okay before…I feel so fucking guilty about the whole thing.”

You felt yourself sinking into your seat, your mind reeling with the words he had just said.

“How do you know?” You spoke barely above a whisper.

“I know, trust me.” You scoffed at the choice of word considering you were both in this situation because he had lied in the first place. Trust. 

“I know because…it’s not possible. I mean, we slept together once a few months ago but…we were drunk…and….i’m telling you it’s just not possible.” He was tripping over his words, forcing his explanation towards you. You looked up and met his eyes, unable to take his words at face value. You felt confined, like you needed distance from him, so you stood up and took a step back from the table, clutching your towel tight to your chest.

“So you slept together, drunk, but it’s not possible that she’s pregnant with your kid? No, sorry Rudy. I mean, I know we skipped a lot of Grade 9 Biology classes but, if you go around nutting in girls like you did last night, which by the way we’re going to have a SERIOUS discussion about later…it IS possible.” You were talking a million miles a minute and stumbling over your words, your face flushed.

Rudy stood up with his arms out in front of him, ushering you to slow down, saying your name repeatedly until you stopped talking.

“I didn’t finish.” He said firmly, staring at you Oh.

“What? I mean…” You took another step back, bringing your hand to your forehead. “…are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure. I know what an orgasm feels like.” His eyes drifted over to the blanket in front of the fireplace.

“But…I mean you said you were drunk …how can you be sure.”

“Because I was thinking about you the whole time!” He practically shouted, trying to smile through his agitation. You closed your mouth as your eyebrows rose. He continued, frustrated. “I tried, I wanted to, it was painful not to, but…I couldn’t finish. I mean I could barely get it up with her let alone…. I had to go the bathroom to…you know...whack one out. It was brutal.”

You felt yourself breathing in but had to force yourself to breathe out. This was…a lot of information to process at 10am wearing nothing but a towel. Your eyes worked around the room, trying to focus on any one thing but unable to. Your mind started to reel. There was so much going on.

“So why is she here then?” You begged, starting to see bright spots around your peripherals.

“Because…” Rudy’s hands flew up and he sighed, defeated. “I fired her a few days before I got here, and…I don’t know…I guess this was her last ditch effort to try and get me back.”

Rudy watched you, concern clear on his face, waiting for you to calm down.

“You…you could have led with that.” You said sternly, not looking at him.

Rudy cocked an eyebrow, staring at the spot on your towel covering your very naked lady parts, and broke a small smile at you.

“I mean to be fair, we were a bit preoccupied.”

You cursed at him and spun around, throwing your hand in the air.

“That’s not fucking funny, Rudy.” You felt tears welling up in your eyes, more out of anger and the pain in your head than anything else. You wanted to feel relieved, you wanted to feel the weight lift from your chest, but you couldn’t yet.

You needed air.

You walked to the door and flung it open, stomping out onto the deck and pacing in small lines up and down the railing before leaning against it and closing your eyes. You were so dizzy.

“Seriously?” You said quietly to yourself, your mind spiraling around the thought of how just 3 days ago you had come to your absolute breaking point before realizing you needed distance from Rudy, to save yourself. That had ended in you feeling guilty about abandoning your best friend, driving inebriated from lack of food and sleep, and crashing your car in an attempt to just talk to him. You had gone through the biggest mental roller coaster of your life, and were still prepared to stand by him through this Anna bullshit, no matter how hard it was, and now he was telling you it wasn’t even his kid? Fuck that.

You heard the screen door open and felt Rudy’s presence, but he stayed at arm’s length.

“Y/N I’m sorry.” He said, his voice pleading. “I’m so sorry.”

You spun around and stared at him, your head absolutely thrashing with pain now.

“She was pretty fucking obviously pregnant, Rudy. You didn’t see that two weeks ago when you left?” You glared at him, unable to control yourself and maintain consciousness at the same time.

Rudy was breathing erratically, watching you like you were going to fall down at any moment. You might, who knows. This was a lot to think about.

“I hadn’t seen her in two months” He said calmly, his eyes firm on yours.

You sniffed, and squeezed your eyes closed, your vision starting to blur. You breathed slowly and stabilized yourself with the banister, making a deterring hissing noise at Rudy when he started towards you.

“Please come sit down.” He said softly.

“I’m fine” You said in an annoyed voice, still holding the bandage firm to your forehead. Your hand felt sticky so you pulled it away and saw blood spotted on your palm. “Shit”

“Okay no” Rudy said firmly then, walking towards you and bringing his hands up to the bandage. You swatted them away, smacking his skin and taking a step back.

“I can do it myself.” You said, pushing around him and starting to walk back towards the front door of the cabin. The sudden exertion of energy and movement had made black appear around the edges of your vision, and before you could stop yourself you were falling sideways, your brain spinning and your eyes pinching shut. You heard Rudy say your name and you felt his arms around you before you hit the ground.

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omg you actually saw my suggestion!! ashsjskdkd well i think opening presents with the kids would be super cute!!!!! i have no idea who tho.... maybe mousa dembele? if its ok? i feel like theres not much written about him.... anyone you choose its fine tho

Ok so it’s a little late (or is it early now?) but hey, you can never be late for daddy feels!

If you’re reading this on the app, chances are the layout spacing is awful. Apologies.

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Opening Presents. 

She’d always been a heavy sleeper but after having the twins, any tiny noise would wake her up and this morning is no exception. She can hear their door slowly open and the soft pad of their little feet begin the journey from their room and along the landing. She taps her fitness watch to look at the time. 04:22am. She wants to groan but she doesn’t want them to hear and think it’s ok to get up now. She’s been in bed 3 hours and though Mousa snores gently beside her, undisturbed by their quiet movements, she wants to throttle him. Not only had he had it smooth sailing when it came to the night feeds and nappy changing at the start but he also slept through anything and everything. The second his head hit the pillow, he was out for the night and would only wake up when his alarm was to go off. She hears their little feet slowly enter the bedroom and feels them loiter at the side of the bed. The first time they’d appeared at the side of the bed, standing there silently just staring at her like now, it had been after watching a horror film and to be honest, the sight of them like this had scared the crap out of her. Today she was better prepared, though not by much.

“Mommy?” Their soft voices chime together. “mommy are you awake?” She hums her response and they give a little squeal. “He’s been. Santa has been.” They whisper excitedly. “How do you know?” She croaks. “Our stockings are full.” She, of course, knows their stockings are full because she did so before coming to bed. She also included a few small gifts for each of them too. “Go and open your stockings, see what Santa has left for you and then I’ll get up. Mommy’s eyes are tired.”“Promise?” “Uh huh.” She replies, her eyes already trying to close as they race off to their bedrooms, eager to open something Christmas related. “You’re cruel. They’re excited.” Mousa’s voice grumbles at the side of her. “You’re more than welcome to go down and start unwrapping.” She offers and he chuckles, turning over and laying an arm over her waist. “I finished wrapping them only hours ago, I’m not about to hurry to undo my hard work.”

She appreciated Mousa’s efforts, especially as he did not celebrate Christmas himself. They’d both fallen into bed, exhausted after finishing wrapping the last few presents they’d purchased and laid them out in piles under the tree. Mousa had happily finished off the plate of cookies for Santa, leaving only crumbs for effect and a little of the milk in the glass while she’d written a letter to both of the children, thanking them for being good this year and hoped that they like their presents.

With him snuggling up to her and the quietness falling back through the house, she drifts back to sleep, waking when the kids pull themselves up onto the bed and begin to bounce. “Mommy! Daddy! Wake up!” Mousa tries to move but they crawl over to him, throwing their tiny bodies onto his happily. She notes the time and is shocked to see it’s 6am. “We can’t wait any longer!”

Groaning, though thankful to have had a little extra sleep, they pull themselves from the bed and begin their morning routine. They all brush their teeth, wash their faces and head downstairs with the children bounding ahead of them excitedly. Their little arms carry the small toys that they’ve opened from their stockings, but these are quickly put down when they see their presents. “I’ll make a drink,” she says, kissing Mousa on the cheek and leaving him to watch the children drop to their knees before the tree. “Are these all for our family?” they ask, turning to him. “You’ll have to check the labels and we’ll see.”

When she returns, armed with a tray of drinks and a big black rubbish bag for the wrapping paper, she finds the three of them sitting on the floor waiting patiently. They alternate it, making sure each twin opens one present before the other can start. They each select a present and bring them over, letting the label be read out so they know who has bought it before they’re allowed to open it. Most of the presents are clothes, though a big chunk are toys and much to Mousa’s happiness, they’re ones that don’t require batteries anymore. There was nothing worse than the babies being happy to open a particular toy, only to find it didn’t work because batteries were not included and the ones they’d bought didn’t fit that one toy that they wanted to play with more than anything else in the whole wide world and no other toy would do.

They watch as chaos begins. Wrapping paper is everywhere even though she was positive she’d picked it all up, clothes are neatly folded and put to the side, but the kids run rampant with every toy they can get their hands on. They squeal, dance around, race each other and don’t take a second to relax. “They definitely ate the chocolate.” Mousa comments, taking safety on the sofa with his feet up out of the way of them. She nods in agreement, eyes wide at the sight of them running around with so much energy before 8am. They’d included some small packets of chocolate buttons which have no doubt been demolished. “How long do you give them before they sugar crash?”“Soon I hope. I daren’t move in case I’m knocked down.”“Yeah, but we made them.” He beams, taking her hand. The twins are sitting in two of the boxes and are currently shuffling across the floor in a bid to win the race. Each has their little hands out, trying to push the other over so they win. “Can you believe this? It feels like only last year they were only just walking and starting to talk. And now here they are, cheating in races and trying to take us down too.”“And you said you wanted another baby. We’ll be swarmed with them soon.” She pulls a face to say he’s crazy.“A small Dembele army. It will be amazing. What a dream. You know I always get what I want.” He adds. “We’ll see.”“We will.” He gives her a knowing nod. She knows it’s impossible to say no to him and being truthful with herself? She can see it too.

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[pcygoldenchild]

𝑅𝐸𝒟 𝒮𝐼𝑅𝐸𝒩 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 5

🚨summary: You’re a dangerous woman in the mafia who gets a rather interesting relationship with 9 equally dangerous men who fall to your feet willing to please you.

🚨warnings: NSFW, violence, anal, cunnilingus/ fellatio, dirty talk, BDSM, sexual intercouse, gang bang, masturbation...(does not pertain to all parts)

𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 6𝓅𝓂

It’s been a week and a half since you’d last seen EXO. Your jobs just so happened to get busy and you all couldn’t afford any distractions. They were away handling business in Hong Kong that, from what you could tell, was extremely important. This “business” caused a lot of bloodshed and talk that traveled around like wildfire. Apparently, they wiped out an entire drug trafficking ring pissing off a lot of buyers. But with EXO being EXO and doing what they do best, they are now the only drug and weapon traffickers in southern China, which is a huge deal. They managed to expand their territory in a matter of only a week. You had to admit it, it was a super turn on to have these tycoon lords wrapped around your finger.

You on the other hand had a rather important case of your own. Jackson, a rather difficult target, had information that Jiyong needed about a recent business exchange. Since this said business exchange also effected you, he decided you’d be the better weapon to get it out of him. ‘If anyone can get something out of Jackson, it’s you’ he said. But Jackson was never serious; always joking around. You never understood how he got to be in such a high position in this business but either way, you had a job to be done. At least you didn’t have to kill him. You spent 6 days with him in Taipei being the sluttiest most loving “girlfriend.” He told you he wanted to at least pretend you were his so you allowed it. But even though he tried multiple times to get between your legs, you never did anything with him. The most he got was watching you shower. You somehow felt like if you were to fuck anyone else, you were breaking your bond with EXO. Which was crazy but somehow they had this effect on you.

After you were done with that unnecessarily long deal, you went back home to try to relax a bit while you had alone time. You treated yourself to a full spa day, all done in the comfort of your own home. You even decided to have a shopping spree, so your personal assistant organized an in-home showcase. All that luxury thanks to you being filthy rich and dangerous. But after a while you got bored of being home. You decided to go to EXO’s mansion and stay there until they arrived. You talked to them a bit throughout the week but you were all exhausted and too focused on your work to really miss each other. Well that’s what you thought.

A couple days before they would be back you got a call from Kyungsoo.

“Hi daddy!” you answer. You were actually really excited to hear from them.

“Hi princess.” he replies and you can hear the smile on his plump heart shaped lips.

“What’s up?” you questioned figuring something was wrong. It was late for both of you giving the time difference was only an hour; it was about 1 am.

“I just really missed your voice.” he sighed. You heard shuffling and another voice speak into the phone, Baekhyun.

“We all really miss you. You don’t even want to know how much Sehun and Jongdae have been whining.” He suddenly lets out a loud ‘what the fuck’ after a loud smack is heard. You laugh at the thought of either Sehun or Jongdae hitting Baek for his blabber mouth.

“We’ve missed that laugh too.” you hear Junmyeon say. You guessed they were all together like all the other calls.

“Hmm what else do you miss?” you tease. You had a really cruel idea all of a sudden.

“Princess we would rather not discuss what we miss when we can’t do anything about it.” Minseok warns. Oh Minnie, always the smart one. Such a shame you’d be torturing them regardless.

“I could tell you what I miss about you all.” you tease knowing that wouldn’t be any better. You got up taking your phone with you. You were wearing a lingerie set and silk robe. It was normal attire for you to walk around in here and at home; your leisure wear. You took the robe off and stood in front of the mirror and checked yourself out for a bit. Damn you are one sexy woman. You’ve often wondered if you were Aphrodite or Teicu in your former life. You take a picture that showed your curves and soft skin just right.

“But I think I could do you all one better.” you say as you send the picture to all of them. You wait a minute until you hear a beautiful melody of sighs and growls.

“Goodnight darlings. Come home to me soon!” you say as you hang up before any of them could respond. You couldn’t stop smiling at the state they were all probably in. You knew for a fact that they were all going to masterbate to your picture but you felt bad that it wasn’t that great of material. So you stripped off your lingerie and laid down with your legs spread. You angled your phone so you had a view of your lips down to your now wet core and snapped the photo. This one should do the trick. You sent the photo to all of them with ‘thinking of you. have fun!’ attached to it. You could just picture their faces now. You got way to much joy out of frustrating them. You were pretty exhausted so you turned your phone on do not disturb and went to sleep knowing exactly who would be in your dreams.

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𝐹𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 6𝒶𝓂

You were fast asleep in Chanyeol’s room. He had really soft sheets and you loved the way his pillows smelled of his shampoo. You weren’t wearing anything, like usual and only had the thin bed sheet on top of you. You suddenly felt someone’s hands pulling your legs apart as they kissed up your thighs. You let out a small whimper not fully conscious yet. Then you felt soft lips kissing your core gently before a hot tongue licked up and down your folds. You whimper again as you start to wake up. You open your eyes slowly now aware that someone was going down on you. You look down but couldn’t see who it was since they were under the sheet. You pull the sheet back and are faced with a head full of red hair, even in the dark you could see its vibrant hue. You place your hands in his hair as you move your hips up.

“Chanyeolie...” you moan, your voice is small and full of sleep.

“Good morning baby.” he says then goes back to tasting you . He’s more aggressive now and is using his tongue hungrily. He fucks you with his long tongue going as deep as possible before sucking on your clit. You moan the best you can with your weak voice. He’s flicking your clit with his tongue making your back arch.

“Fuck Chanyeol don’t stop..” you moan. He keeps up his tongue flicking until your thighs begin to shake and you’re not breathing as your orgasm takes over you. You tried your best to be quiet given that it was still dark outside and maybe the others were tired from getting in. Chanyeol kisses up your stomach and chest to your neck then jaw before passionately kissing your lips.

“I’ve been starving since we left. I just couldn’t wait to taste you.” he smirks down at you.

“Well I don’t mind waking up to a red headed devil between my legs.” you whisper before kissing him again. He really did have a magical mouth.

“Good because I’ve planned on waking you up with head from now on. But I was a little greedy and woke you up too soon so let’s try again in a couple hours maybe.” he said as he laid next to you completely naked pulling you close to him and the covers on top of you.

“Channie what time is it? Did you all just get in?” you asked looking up at him.

“It’s 6am and yes we did. Everyone’s probably already asleep but I had a sleeping beauty in my bed that I couldn’t resist.” He placed a kiss on your head and held you tighter.

“Goodnight Chanyeolie.” you whisper as you place a soft kiss on his lips. He looked so peaceful as he drifted off. You lay back down on his chest and started to fall back asleep.

“Goodnight princess.” he whispered before you were both gone.

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𝐹𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑜𝑜𝓃 3𝓅𝓂

You were awaken by the feeling of the bed dipping. You turn around and wrap your arms around the naked torso of who you assumed was Chanyeol. It didn’t feel like Chanyeol but you just assumed you were too tired to really notice. You felt his arms wrap around your waist as he pulled you close. You felt something warm and hard against your thigh twitching. He began kissing your neck and moving against your thigh. You let out a mumble of ‘stop fucking my thigh chanyeol’. His chest vibrated as he let out a low chuckle. He pulled your leg over his hip turning you so you were fully on your side flush against his chest. You felt this warm hard twitching thing glide up and down against your lower lips.

“I’m not Chanyeol baby. And I guess I’ll just fuck your tight little pussy instead.” the voice said as he pushed his tip inside you. You instantly wake up out of your daze and whimper at the feeling. You look up and see a smiling Baekhyun looking down at you.

“Good afternoon baby.” He kisses your lips as he slowly goes deeper into you. You don’t know how you got into Baekhyun’s room but that’s at the back of your mind as his cock rubs against your walls. He slides out before he pounds in again making you let out a chocked moan. You grab his arm to steady yourself on your side as he starts fucking you, moving his hips fluidly; impressive to be laying on his side. You kiss him letting your moans echo in his mouth. He reaches his other hand down between you to rub your clit.

“Fuck baby I’m so close. Let me hear those pretty moans. Did you miss my cock as much as I missed fucking your tight needy cunt?” he whispers. You’re nodding as you whimper in time with his thrusts. Your faces are directly in front on each other as your foreheads are pressed together.

“Fuck I’m cumming.” you whine as you come undone. He bites your bottom lip hard has his orgasm hits him. You feel his warm cum fill you up to the brim. When was the last time this poor baby came? He stays inside you while kissing you slow. You only stop when you both pull away for air.

“I bet that was better than Chanyeol’s wake up ceremony.” he smirks.

“How did I get in here?” you ask ignoring his snarky comment.

“I woke up around 12pm and brought you in here. I couldn’t wait anymore and you looked so beautiful sleeping I just lost it. I almost fucked my hand with you laying here but that would have been such a waste.” he kissed you again. You felt him twitch inside you as his cock was already semi hard.

“Baekhee the only thing I’ve done today is sleep and cum, twice.” you glare up at him as he painfully slowly begins to thrust into you.

“And you’re going to cum again and again until I feel we’ve made up for lost time princess. I know you can do it. Did you forget our first time together?” he smirks as he delivers one powerful thrust into you. This was going to be a long day.

(Whew! Hope you guys enjoyed this part! I wanted to put more background info into what they were in their businesses. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thank you all for the support! xoxo golden🕊)

[whoacanada]

Zimbits fic  - ‘I know you are, but what am I?’

Magic AU, inspired by ‘The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina’

Word Count: 3k+

Summary: After the Falconers take the Stanley Cup, Eric begins to notice his life changing in unwelcome ways. Good thing he has a loving partner who would never hide anything from him. 

Right?

Notes: Witchcraft. Nothing too intense, if you’ve seen the netflix show, that’s worse than this.

Crossposted to Ao3

“MooMaw? This is Jack, he’s a friend from college.”

Bitty's grandmother bypasses Jack’s outstretched hand and slaps her hands firmly on Jack’s cheeks, pulling him down to stare him in the eye. She’s small enough Jack has to bend at the waist, but she seems to appreciate his cooperation, even as the rest of the family begin stammering apologies.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Jack says, words muffled by the hands squishing his face. She narrows her eyes at him and looks past a horrified Suzanne to Bitty, who is probably bright red with embarrassment. Rightly so.

“You didn’t tell me he’d been touched, Dicky.”

At the time, Bitty had been so horrified he hadn't quite caught the intent of what his grandmother had said. 

“I’m sure the boys are tired, mother,” Suzanne interjects with a forced smile nudging them both toward the stairs. “Dicky, you want to show Jack where he’ll be sleeping?”

In retrospect, Bitty should have seen the signs for what they were.

In the months following the Falconers’ title, and Bitty’s own glorious rise into the court of public opinion thanks to his lack of foresight, life had been good. Then, suddenly, almost overnight, it wasn’t.

Between classes in Samwell and and nights with Jack in Providence, Bitty tries to sleep. When he manages to, he dreams. If they can be called ‘dreams’. Terrible nightmares and beautiful visions come in equal measure. Every night, every nap, he’s given another piece of a puzzle he can’t hope to comprehend. He wakes up more exhausted than when he laid down and most mornings he’ll wake up and stare out the window to watch the sun rise. It’s as much as he can manage — to let nature handle whatever is happening within him.  

Eventually, Bitty can’t sleep at all. By the seventh night, unable to vlog, and eating ice cream straight from the carton in an effort to stay awake, Bitty gives up.

Jack's season is over so Bitty has no guilt about kicking his boyfriend awake.  

"Hnn?" Jack rolls over and looks at Bitty blearily. "Whatzit? Bits?"  

"I can't sleep."

Jack drifts back under almost immediately and Bitty resists the urge to drag him off the bed in retaliation. At least for the time being, he's in this alone.

The extra linens are in the hall closet — Bitty doesn't bother with stealing blankets from beneath Jack's sprawled body, star-fished across the entire bed like he's half-Kudzu.

"Rude," Bitty whispers, tickling behind Jack's knee to make him twitch so Bitty can snatch Señor Bun from where he's being crushed beneath Jack's thigh. He throws on Netflix in the living room, wraps up in a heavy quilt, and spends the rest of the morning regretting his life decisions.

When Jack finally emerges from the bedroom at 6am, Bitty greets him with an exhausted, guilt-inducing, "I can't live like this." Jack, bless him, takes the hint and immediately starts on making breakfast; a real one with omelets and bacon and a noticeable lack of protein powder.

"You should call in," Jack insists when Bitty can barely keep his eyes open long enough to feed himself. "You're exhausted."

"Something's wrong. With me. With the bed. Something. I can't work if I can't sleep. Can't do anything if I can't sleep."

Bitty startles when a fork appears in front of him: a neat, steaming square of egg held patiently by his partner. He doesn’t remember seeing Jack actually cooking, only prepping.

"You nodded off," Jack says, answering a question Bitty hasn’t asked, and he almost misses the look of knowing concern that flits over Jack's features. Empathy at best, sympathy at worst. "Open up. You need to eat something."

"You don't have to feed me," Bitty protests, even as he opens his mouth.

"Started after the Cup? Just insomnia?" Jack continues, cutting another piece of the omelette before feeding it to Bitty.

"Nightmares. Mostly. Then insomnia."

"Hmm."

"What, you think you know what it is?"

"I have an idea," Jack hands back the fork and scoots back from the table, running a hand along Bitty's back as he heads back to the kitchen. “You’ve been under a lot of stress.”

"Hon?"

Jack is quiet long enough Bitty thinks he may have left the room. Instead, when he looks up, he finds Jack intently tapping on his phone.

"You should call in today," Jack repeats, this time as an order, not looking up from the device. "My parents are still in town and Maman has been bugging me about spending quality time with you. Use that spa package the Falcs gave us. Go spend the day with her, see if you can relax. I'll have a new mattress by the time you get back."

"You don't have to do that, it's just me being me. Much as I love your mother.”

"What's the point of having this life if I can't take care of you?" Jack's gaze flicks back up to Bitty, distant, like his attention is suddenly on another matter entirely. “Let me do this.”

Bitty gives in because, really, what else can he do?

Truth be told, Bitty can’t remember all of what happened between leaving the apartment, meeting Alicia (”Oh, you poor thing.”), and ending up back home. 

True to Jack's word, there's a new mattress on their bed: a delightfully plush pillow top that seems to be off-gassing lavender; but the relaxing scent is warring with something pungent and curiously damning.

"Is that sage?" Bitty asks, taking off his coat.

“Smudging. Shitty's idea," Jack admits, sniffing reflexively. "Get out the bad energy. Or something. Worth a shot."

“Oh, here.” Jack hands Bitty a slip of paper, on it, a note written in Jack’s own scratchy hand, is a string of French Bitty is ashamed to admit he still doesn’t understand. “For relaxation. You say it in the shower, before bed, anytime you need to calm down.”

Bitty falls face first onto the bare mattress, and, for the first time in what feels like weeks, he’s out like a light.

“What are we making today,” Jack hands Eric a single egg, eyebrows dancing. “Taking suggestions?”

“You wish, this is for Angelique in the front office. Promise made, promise kept—” Eric splits the egg and a red, bloody yolk drops into the the batter, startling them both.

“Crisse,” Jack curses, snatching the bowl to inspect it before dumping the whole mess in the trash.

“Ugh. No brownies, then?” Eric jokes, trying to calm himself as Jack takes the carton from the fridge and cracks another egg over the trash. This one is fine: a healthy, expected orange. “I’ve never seen that before? I’ve been cooking my entire life, MooMaw had chickens and I’ve never—”

“It happens sometimes,” Jack grouses, breaking normal egg after normal egg before handing Eric the last one still clutched safely in his fist. “Here. Try again.”

“Just throw out the whole mess, hon,” Eric waves Jack’s hand away but the man is insistent. “I’ll go to the market and try a different brand. Maybe this wasn’t the best plan for today.”

“One more, for me,” Jack urges. “I’ll buy more. Just, please.”

“Money is not the issue, here,” Eric takes the blue-green egg from Jack’s palm and cracks it on the edge of a spare bowl. He misjudges the strength of the shell and the whole thing crushes between his fingers, smearing rancid red and black all over the counter.

“Fuck! What’s wrong with it?!”

“…Spoiled.” Jack spits, snatching a dishtowel from the oven. The explanation makes zero sense to Eric, not that he’s level headed enough to think it through when the smell hits him.

“Oh, Lord, I’m gonna be sick —”

“Bath,” Jack blurts, guiding Eric to the sink, tapping the faucet on. “You need to take a bath. Right now. I’ll get the water started.”

“Wait, Jack —”

But he’s already gone.

“I just took a shower,” Eric laments, trying not to look down as he scrubs the gunk from his hands and under his nails. “But I guess this is disgusting enough to warrant another one.”

“Bath,” Jack calls from the bedroom. “No showers. Rinse it off and come in here.”

Jack's got the water running and at least six of Eric's good beeswax 'date-night' candles lit.

"We aren't making rancid egg goo sexy, are we?"

"Of course not," Jack's taking off his shirt which implies otherwise. "I'm gross, too."

"Yeah, you are," Bitty is trying to be playful but there's still red under his nails.

"Get in. You first."

Bitty’s barely settled when Jack slides in behind him, water sloshing dangerously close to the top of the tub, never quite going over. It’s nice. They haven’t done this in a while. Too long. Though, this doesn’t feel much like a romantic evening, more like a disgusting afternoon as Jack loops his arms around Bitty’s torso and holds him tight, murmuring something not quite English, not quite French, in a soothing, but hurried tone.

“Bits?” Jack, breaks for a moment, running his fingers over something on Eric’s hip. “What is this?”

“Hmm?” Eric looks down and finds Jack poking at his birthmark with no small measure of interest. “What?”

“I don’t remember having seen it before.”

“Oh, that darn thing? I’ve had it forever. Usually, I throw a little concealer over it or something.”

“Since when? Doesn't matter. That seems like a lot of effort for a birthmark. It’s not ugly, and I’ve never noticed it before now.”

“Oh, I hate it. I’d get it removed but no dermatologist I’ve seen will touch it. Who knows.”

“Who wanted it removed? You?”

“My grandmother,” Eric sighs, reaching down to poke where Jack’s fingers are resting. “Not MooMaw, Coach’s mother, Grandma Catherine. Apparently, she wouldn’t hold me as a baby because she thought it was a bad omen,” Bitty doesn’t mention how she’d terrorized his poor mother and ultimately ended up banned from the Bittle-Phelps household.

“She sounds like a bitch,” Jack mutters after a moment, catching Eric’s hand beneath the water, lacing their fingers.

“She was,” Bitty breathes, leaning into his boyfriend’s touch as Jack begins whispering again.

Bitty startles, phone falling between the pillows and hitting the floor with a low thud. He can't reach it.

"Of course," Bitty sighs, kicking off the sheets to slide out of bed and start a blind search. He doesn't find his phone immediately, though he does feel a mess of dirt and grime beneath his fingers. "Our cleaning service has not been doing a great job," Bitty complains to himself, finally getting a grip on his phone. "Gonna have to tell Jack — ”

When he pulls back his hand is covered in dust. His phone as well. Far too much to be explained away by a lazy cleaning crew. Or maybe just a lazy boyfriend.

Bitty grabs the base of the bed and pulls, frame squealing in protest of the action, and when he's made enough progress Bitty turns on his flashlight and illuminates half of a good sized ring of something that had previously been directly under his and Jack's bed. It's dark lines of paint, crushed leaves, a puck, and —

"Señor Bun!"

Bitty snatches his stuffed rabbit from the center of the circle and hugs him tight, trying not to overreact about whatever mildly-satanic insanity has been going on beneath him while he sleeps. Bitty snaps a photo of the scene and texts it to Jack with a succinct message of 'Please tell me this is you'.

"Don't you lie to me, Mister," Bitty whispers, dragging the bed back to cover the symbols like somehow covering it back up will make it go away.

Jack's reply is immediate.

‘Oh you found it’

[…]

‘Happy Halloween?’

“Bullshit,” Bitty growls, clutching Bun tight. “You hate Halloween.”

He texts Jack as much.

“Bits, look at me,” Jack holds his gaze firmly, though he’s attempting to be playful. “We’re going to do some word association, alright? I’m going to say some things and you just answer with the first thing that pops into your mind.”

“Okay,” Eric laughs. “If we must.”

“Alright, let’s start now. Ready?”

“Sure.”

“Dark Lord.”

“Voldemort.”

“Coven.”

“Jessica Lange.”

“Uh, how about ‘familiar’?”

“Overly,” Eric winks.

This isn’t the answer Jack seems to be looking for.

“Fuck,” Jack sighs.

“Me?” Eric chirps, earning a playful, halfhearted shove in return.

“Easy --”

“You.”

“Shut up,” Jack tugs Eric into his lap and snuggles him tightly. “Game’s over.”

“Well, you are. Easy, that is,” Eric laughs between kisses. “You did this to yourself! With your spooky wordplay.”

“You really are clueless, aren’t you?” Jack mumbles, pressing his lips to Bitty’s neck.

“Ouch,” Bitty swats his boyfriend’s arm. “Unnecessary.”

Jack dodges the comment and goes quiet, his lips still against Bitty’s skin as if someone has pressed a pause button on their evening.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” Jack says finally. “About me, and I really don’t want to scare you.”

“You cheatin’ on me?”

It’s the first thing that pops into Bitty’s head and he feels foolish for even saying it aloud when Jack snorts and shakes his head; which Bitty feels more than sees.

"Fuck no. Not in a million years. This is different. When I turned 16, I had to make a decision,” Jack awkwardly maneuvers around Bitty to stand them face-to-face. "I got lucky, because of my parents, their standing, but I . . . you know I'm not like everyone else, right?" Jack says, resting his hand on Bitty's cheek in what he probably intends to be a comforting gesture. “The others?”

“You’re . . . talking about the draft, right?” Bitty hazards.

Jack frowns, expression far too sober for Bitty to play this off as a joke, and holds his other hand up, revealing a small, violet flame cupped in his palm; so small and quaint it could be mistaken for a party trick. Bitty doesn’t even hear Jack’s warning as he reaches out to touch.

“What! How are you doing that -- Ow!”

“It's fire, bud,” Jack chastises, immediately checking the burn. 

“Because purple fire is normal,” Bitty sticks his finger in his mouth and glares at Jack before the weight of the moment catches up to him. “How did you do that?”

“I’m a member of the Church of Night.”

“Which is what.”

“I have supernatural abilities.”

"So, you're, like, a witch, then?"

“Give me your finger,” Jack tugs Bitty’s hand from his mouth and kisses the burn before whispering something against the red skin. The pain vanishes alongside the mark, which is not the most troubling part about the moment they're sharing. “Warlock,” Jack corrects, swiping a bit of stray saliva from the corner of his lip. “Try again,” the light dancing in Jack's palm is back, larger and terribly enticing. “Go on, Bits, it won’t hurt you, now that I know you’re just gonna go for it.”

Bitty reaches out a second time and Jack doesn’t recoil as the purple flames, cool to the touch, grow larger and dance between Bitty's fingers.

“You’re taking this really well.”

"This doesn't seem so scary," Bitty admits, leaning into the half truth as he pulls back to check his skin for any burns; Jack makes a fist, extinguishing the flame.

In another world Bitty actually possesses the confidence he's pretending to exude. In reality, he's low-key terrified; fighting off an existential crisis and trying to keep his composure as the man he loves tells him not only that magic is real, but that he himself is some kind of witch, and not a fun one. He’s something much more traditional that Bitty has not been raised to be comfortable with.

"Pyrokenisis is difficult," Jack defends, sounding like his old self again. "Most don't attempt it until they have years of experience with conjuration."

Just like that they're back to normal. Jack's air of mystery vanishes as he petulantly snaps another flame into existence, this one almost white and much larger. Bitty has flashes of his freshman year when a Quinnipiac d-man doubted the strength of Jack's slap-shot and Jack 'accidentally' cracked a pane of glass on the next shift.

Classic Zimmermann ego.

"Not just a hockey prodigy, then? Kind of a big deal off the ice, too, I bet," Bitty teases, hiding his fear behind humor as Jack goes pink and the flame falters. "You ever cursed anyone?"

Bitty watches Jack's left eyebrow twitch.

"Who was it?"

Jack's lips thin, though Bitty can tell the gesture isn't in irritation at being caught. The man is fighting a smile.

"It doesn't matter. Anything that happened was deserved."

"In that case, I have a lot of questions?" Bitty says once he's rediscovered his voice.

"And I'll answer all of them," Jack insists, bravado vanishing as he sags with relief. "Soon. Promise. Everything and anything you want to know."

"Have to admit, I'm a little intimidated," Bitty steps into Jack's space and allows himself to be pulled into his boyfriend's arms, trying not to tense. "Silly me, thinking I was the only secret you were hiding."

"I can have secrets. Makes me interesting." Jack runs his hand along Bitty's back.

“Makes you stressed,” Bitty counters.

“Also true.”

"What does all of this mean for me?"

"I don't know, yet. Still trying to figure that part out."

Bitty takes a moment to think about his life, then grabs Jack’s hand and drags him to their bedroom. He leaves Jack standing in the doorway to grab the corner of the bed frame and drag it sideways, revealing the madness beneath.

“Explain.”

"It's a protection ward." Jack doesn't miss a beat. "I laid it down after the egg incident. Didn't want to risk anything happening."

"To me."

"To you." Jack affirms, walking across the room to kneel and nudge a stone back into shape. "I have enough wards on me the only person who can hurt me is me, evidently," Jack looks up, apologetic. "I was worried about all the attention on you."

"If it’s for protection, does that mean people want to hurt me?"

Jack licks his thumb and smears something that could be ink. Or paint. Its viscous, a dark color Bitty can't identify and doesn’t want to examine too closely.

"One would be too many for me," Jack answers, wiping his hand on his jeans. "Better safe than sorry."

"Okay, so," Bitty kneels down beside his boyfriend and points at an off-white lump in the leaf pile. "Is this a tooth?"

The sheepish look is back.

"Euh, yeah, don't worry, it's one of mine."

"Oh, that doesn't make me not worry, Sugar. Not reassuring at all,” Bitty toes a leaf over the tooth, hiding it from view. “Don’t recall much human bits in the ‘good magic’ column.”

Jack flashes a smile, like they’re sharing a secret. Which, Eric realizes, they are.

“This isn’t like tv, bud. Though it doesn’t do itself any favors in the way of aesthetic, I’ll admit that much.”

“Can you…show me, um,” Eric nudges a leaf with his socked toe. “Some more? Maybe?”

The smile on Jack’s face is as wide and bright as Bitty has ever seen.

“Yeah, bud, I’d love to.”

[forestpines]

A Death

(cw: death, hospitals, cancer)

So, it’s never a good sign when a hospital phones you at 2am, is it.

My dad was diagnosed with cancer a little bit over three years ago.  No doubt it was growing inside him for a year or two before that, but three years ago was when it suddenly became symptomatic, when he woke up one morning to discover he was randomly bleeding from his nose and his mouth, because his blood had given up on the concept of clotting.  Prostate cancer had already spread from his prostate through most of his skeleton, to the point that it was Definitely Not Curable.  Manageable, though, so much so that he may well, they said, die of something else first.

At first when the phone rang, I thought it was my alarm.  Then realised it was a landline number, from my old home town, some sort of switchboard number.  I didn’t catch it before the phone stopped.  Then, whoever it was immediately rang back a second time.

I’d last spoken to him a couple of weeks earlier, after he phoned to tell me that he’d been to his consultant again.  That was that.  Not worth taking any more chemotherapy.  He was going to be keeping him on one of his current treatments: it might, if he was lucky, keep him alive until the end of the year.  If it didn’t work, he probably had a few weeks left.

I answered the phone rather blearily, to a random woman with my old home town’s accent asking if it was me.  I found I couldn’t really speak, because I had already guessed where she was calling from and why she was calling.  “He’s very confused and very tachycardic.  We think you should come to the hospital.”

My mum had phoned a few days earlier to tell me he’d been admitted.  He was having trouble breathing, so they had rushed him in in an ambulance, on oxygen.  His spleen was failing.  “They said his spleen is dead,” in my mother’s words.  Now, I know you can happily live without any spleen at all, if you have to have it pulled out for some reason, but when a cancer patient suddenly starts to have unconnected organs turn into big and entirely non-functional lumps of meat, you know it’s not going to be long before phrases like “multiple organ failure” make the rounds.

The hospital was four hours’ drive away.  I sat down and had a cup of tea.

Driving through the night, I wondered quite how I was going to react.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen my dad show any sort of emotion of any sort.  The day of his mother’s funeral, or any of the days leading up to it that I was home for, he didn’t cry a single tear.  After the funeral we went home for lunch, then went out to buy a new camera.  I tell a lie: he could get angry, he could shout, he could withdraw into a fuming silent rage.  I’ve never seen him be sad, though, or show any kind of tender emotion.  The roads were quiet, at first, and I had plenty of time to think about it.  By 6am I was overtaking long lines of trucks heading to the North Sea ports, all of us still over half an hour away from our destinations, and I was driving towards a faint smear of dirty orange dawn light.  By the time I reached the hospital, worked out where to park, it was just about dawn.

Of course, being half asleep when I’d answered the phone, I hadn’t actually thought to ask where in the hospital he was.  It’s a big place, although strangely smaller than it felt when I had to go there to have my teeth sorted as a child, but the oncology ward was a very, very long walk from the entrance.  When I reached the doors I had to ring a few times before a nurse came to the door to let me in; and then they hadn’t heard of him.

“Is he in A&E?”

“No, he’s an Oncology patient, and he was admitted on Sunday.”

She kindly led me to the nurses’ station and sat down at the computer, working down the list of wards until I spotted his name.  And then another long walk, almost all the way back to the entrance and round another long set of stairs and corridors.  I glided through the ward doors behind a nurse coming onto shift (hospitals are generally terrible at security) and found the nurses’ station.  “Someone phoned about my father; he’s dangerously ill,” I said; they didn’t really need to ask who I was.  “Oh!” they said instead, “you drove all that way straight here!”

He was in an isolation room at the far end of the ward.  Not covered in tubes and probes as you might expect, other than an oxygen tube to his nose.  He was almost naked, seemed to have thrown all the covers off the bed.  Pale, almost hairless save a whiskery patch on each side of his chin, as if hairs had poured down from the corners of his mouth.  He laid awkwardly, but he was awake, mumbling.  My mother was there, and one of my uncles.  I have a pair of uncles who are identical twins, and now I only see them occasionally every few years, it can be hard to work out which is which.  I mentally started thinking to myself to avoid saying anything which might imply I thought I knew which uncle it was.

Dad’s eyes were dull, but he looked at me, and said something to me.  “See, I said he would come to see you,” said my mother.  He mumbled.  Even unintelligible, he still had the same patterns of speech.  He fumbled, moving his legs, trying to slip one out of the bed.

“Lie down and rest,” I said, like dealing with a sick child.

Mumbling: something about getting up.  His breathing was forced, gasping, but strong and regular.

“No, you need to rest.  You’re better here.”  His skin was speckled with strange, fresh moles, some of them gory red lumps, like overactive birthmarks, standing proud from the skin by a quarter-inch or so.  He was covered in bruises, including a large one roughly where, I suspected, the “dead” spleen would be.  He started to pull at a sticky pad on his leg: it wasn’t actually being used, but looked as if it might have been for fastening a catheter tube down.  “You can’t pull that off,” I said, “it says the glue is too strong.  You need a special solvent.”  It did indeed say “only remove with alcohol,” and I don’t think it meant “take shots so you don’t feel it.”

Mumbling: thirsty, maybe?

“Here’s your tea,” said my mother, passing him some very milky tea in a lidded plastic beaker.  I knew when he had been admitted he had been nil-by-mouth; had that passed because it wasn’t necessary, or had that passed because he was on the way out anyway?

It felt like a long time, at the time, but writing this a few days later, my memory has compressed hours into a few flashes.  My mother phoned the friend who gives her a lift to church every Thursday.  “I’m in hospital,” she said, as if there wasn’t anyone else in the room.  “They called me at 1am.”  I wondered to what degree I was the second resort - how long had they waited between phoning each of us? I don’t trust my mother’s memory for facts. He drifted away to sleep a little, but the nurses came to wash him and change his sheets, as they did at that time every morning.  They asked us to leave the room, so we headed down to the deserted hospital restaurant, another very long walk away, down the same corridor that led towards the mortuary.  I didn’t really want to eat, even though I had been starving whilst driving, so from the breakfast selection I asked for just a coffee, a sausage and a slice of black pudding.  “Just that?” said the server, with a very puzzled look.

We sat by the window looking at the morning sky, and having relatively normal conversation.  I tried not to wonder whether he would die whilst we were having breakfast, and instead wondered as to whether he would actually die today at all.  This might be a false alarm; just a turn he had in the night.

He was still alive when we came up to the ward, in clean sheets, covered up now, still slumped sideways and vaguely half-awake.  The nurses tried to rearrange his pillows, sit him upright, and he slowly drifted off to sleep.  His breathing still the same: harsh, gasping, mouth open despite the oxygen tube by his nose.  He slumped sideways again, and the nurses decided to leave him be.  In his sleep, he dozily tried to pull the oxygen tube from his shoulder, but didn’t have the energy or the coordination. The consultant and the doctors arrived on their morning round: a garrulous Scottish chap in a red shirt, Mr McAdam.  “I’m sorry we have to meet like this,” he said, and complimented me on my facial hair.  “We had a very lucid conversation the other day,” he said, “and we agreed it would be wrong to take any further serious interventions.  Just too much suffering.  He was happy with that decision.”  And he ran through the list of problems my dad was facing.  A burst stomach, leading to a thrombus.  An infarcted spleen.  Liver failure due to an additional liver disease.  He didn’t actually say “multiple organ failure,” but he didn’t need to. I realised, which I don’t think the doctors did, that Dad’s breathing was getting noticeably weaker as the doctors were stood around him.  He was still breathing, though, even though it was definitely more shallow, definitely longer between breaths.  The doctors filed out, trying to strike a balance between the bustle of rounds and the sombre tone needed around the families of the dying.

We watched him breathing, slower, slower and weaker, because there was not much else to do or think about.  “I thought he’d gone there,” said my mum, “but then he started again.”  She leaned in to see more closely, and held his hand.

There were a few seconds between breaths.  The breaths themselves were shallow, hard to hear, very different from the gasping of a few hours earlier.  And then: I didn’t think I could hear or see any more.  Nothing, and more nothing.  I slipped my phone out of my pocket, and took a photo of him: the phone made his skintone much healthier than reality did.  “I think he’s gone,” I said.  It was five to eleven in the morning.

A nurse passed the door, so I waved and beckoned her in.  “We think he’s gone.”

She looked down at him, carefully.  “I’ll call the doctors,” she said, “so they can pronounce.  Do you want a cup of tea?”  She went out, closing the door this time, and came back with tea, in the big mugs of the nurses, not the small mugs that visitors get; and some biscuits.  We sat, dipping ginger nuts, the almost-certainly-dead corpse of my father in front of us.  “I keep expecting him to jump up and say it’s all a joke,” said my mother.

It took over half an hour for the doctors to arrive; their job is to care for the living, after all.  We stood outside the closed door of the room whilst they ran through whatever it is they do, working in a pair, I assume in case a lone doctor might be tempted to Shipmanise a still-living patient.  “Do you want to go back and see him after they have done?” said a nurse.  We went back inside the room; they didn’t appear to have moved him at all.  Still slumped against the siderails of the bed, mouth still open, eyes still shut.  His skin, getting on for an hour now after death, was white-pale and waxy-looking.  I took another photo; the camera still tried to give him a normal human skintone.

“I don’t want to say goodbye,” said my mother, but we walked out of the room and closed the door behind us.

“The doctors will write up their notes,” said a nurse, “and you have to go to...ooh, I don’t know!” She shouted to another nurse: “Where do they get the certificate?  Is it the cashier?”

“It used to be the cashier,” said the other nurse, “now it’s the bereavement office.”  Well that should be obvious, I thought.  “I’d go in the morning, it probably won’t be ready today.  Give us a call first to check.  I’ll give you a booklet.”

We walked back down the long, long corridor, holding our fresh copy of “Help for the bereaved: a practical guide for family and friends”  Where the corridor joined the next, we had to squeeze past a folding screen which hadn’t been in our way before, and a sign that said “For Ward 3 Enquiries, ask at Ward 4″; and I realised, it was a death screen, to make sure that no random strangers saw my father being wheeled in his bed, slumped against the siderails, over to the lifts and down the long corridor down towards the restaurant and the mortuary.  We walked out down the corridor, and I wondered what would happen next.

[sgscenarios]

she’s perfect

summary: you have doubts (but they’re quickly cleared up)

Now that you were thinking about it, it was driving you crazy. There was only one question plaguing your thoughts: Why?

It had already been about three weeks when Ahn Hyojin, one of the most popular girls in school had asked you out. You’d had a crush on Hyojin ever since you laid eyes on her. She was a perfect person. Honors student, captain of the tennis team, vice president of the student council, and a huge literature geek. And on top of all that? She was a musical genius.  Of course, you didn’t think she’d reciprocate the feelings you had for her, so when she had surprised you at your locker and asked you to be her girlfriend. You were so shocked that you didn’t have time to think, and without hesitating, you blurted out a “yes!”

And now here you were, kicking your blankets in frustration as you tossed and turned in bed. You were wondering why one of the most perfect girls would want to go out with a nobody like you. Well, maybe you were a bit harsh. You weren’t totally a nobody if you had caught Hyojin’s eye, but that didn’t mean you didn’t believe you were.

It still didn’t take away from the fact that you couldn’t, for the life of you, figure out why. So after thinking about for the majority of your night and losing sleep over it, you decided that you would ask her directly. You sat up with a huff, ruffling your own hair before grabbing your phone on the nightstand and dialing Hyojin’s number.

The line rang twice before Hyojin picked up, her voice still chipper as ever.

“Oh, hey, Y/N. You’re not sleeping yet?”

“No..” You sighed, prompting concern on Hyojin’s end.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“Just…” You sighed once more before continuing. “Don't expect anything from me, because I'm not one who can do a lot. I'm not special. I get sad easily, I'm impatient, I put myself down. I put myself in places where I'm bound to get hurt one way or another, be it physically, emotionally or mentally.” Now you were just a rambling mess, but you continued before Hyojin could say anything. “I sacrifice things for others' happiness, even if they won't do the same to me. I care too much about others and not myself. I can't do a lot, but it's okay, because it doesn't really matter in the end, does it?”

“Y/N, Y/N. Slow down. It does matter. W-What’s the meaning of this? What made you think like this?”

“I’ve been thinking and I just can’t figure out why you asked me to be your girlfriend. What about me sparked an interest in you? You’re so amazing, and I’m just.. Boring old Y/N.”

“First of all, you are not boring.”

“Yes I am. I have a total of three interests, one of them being you.”

“Awww, how cute. But, continuing with my argument. I was walking past you one day and I heard you humming a tune that I’ve never heard before. And so, as I continued to think about that and about you, I slowly fell for you-- No you didn’t! I have never seen anyone fall for someone else faster than you did for Y/N!”

You laughed as you heard Heeyeon interject, a smile gracing your face.

“Anyways, continuing on. I fell for you, and I had harbored feelings for you for a while, and so, I just made up my mind to ask you out. Sure, I didn’t know if you liked me the same way, but I said ‘fuck it’ and did it anyways. If I didn’t, I’d live with the regret of not trying forever.”

Your smile grew wider and you could feel your cheeks become warmer. “Thanks, Hyojin. I mean it.”

“And you’re special to me. Don’t ever forget that. If anyone ever messes with you, I will send Heeyeon after them. I mean, I have a blackbelt in Taekwondo, but still.”

“Heeyeon? Why won’t you go after them?”

“Me? How would that look like on my reputation? ‘Honor student beats bully to a pulp.’ Actually that sounds pretty cool. I’ll do it for you, babe.”

“Actually, no. Let Heeyeon do it. I don’t want anyone to make a mess of your face. Although, now that I’m thinking about it, band-aids and a few scratches, you would look pretty hot. Maybe a busted lip too. Wait, scratch that. If you had a busted lip, I wouldn’t be able to kiss you.”

“Are you seriously thinking about this, Y/N? Me? Beaten up? You’ve got it all wrong, babe.”

“Yes, I’m really thinking about it. You’d look so hot-- not that you aren’t now, of course.”

“Fine, I’ll let Heeyeon do it. She’s always ready to fight anyways. But again, Y/N. You’re special to me. Don’t ever think of yourself less than that. You hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Now go to sleep, why are you still up at 4 in the morning?”

“I can ask you the same thing, Hyojin.”

“Producing an album for the group.”

“You should sleep too. I’ll go to sleep when you do.”

“Fine, I’ll go to sleep, just so you go too. Good night, baby. Don’t forget that I love you.”

You chuckled before replying. “Good night, Hyojin. I love you too.”

Now you were able to sleep in peace, Hyojin having addressed your concerns. You set your phone down and fell back onto your bed, pulling your blanket up and making sure you were cozy before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

The next morning you awoke to a multiple texts from Heeyeon.

[honeyhani] 7:35am: Hyojin told you she was going to go to sleep, but she lied to you. She kept working on the songs until 6am.

[honeyhani] 7:36am: But please don’t kill her! We’ve been working on these songs for a while! And also if you killed her, who would you kiss, amirite?

[honeyhani] 7:36am: anyways you know she’s not a morning person, and she’s barely had any sleep, so please give her some kisses so that she’s not so grumpy.

[thebackroadtourist]

Lost in Albania: Tree Hugs and a Liquid Surprise

I consider myself an alternative type of guy, a “hippie” one may say. I eat organic foods, ride my bike, practice yoga and recycle as much as possible. Though I have never once hugged a tree. Until I met Claudia. I met Claudia at the reception desk of “The Wanderers” hostel in Shkoder, a Northern Albanian town known as the gateway to the famous 16 kilometer hike from Valbonë National Park through the Albanian Alps to the village of Theth. A two day nature-packed expedition popular amongst adventurous backpackers and known to be one of the most beautiful hikes and cultural experiences in Albania. 

I immediately felt connected to Claudia upon meeting her - a stunningly gorgeous Madrid native traveling the Balkans for a month, an International law student. As the receptionist explained to us directions on how to get to Valbonë (a 6 hour trip including a bus, the famous ferry ride through Lake Koman and then another bus) a tall, broad Englishman approached us. He was doing the hike too, so the three of us agreed to travel together in the morning to Valbonë. With a 6am wake-up call upon us we went out to “carb up” for the days ahead. The chemistry seemed to flow flawlessly as the three of us opened up and shared a bit about our lives. We feasted on a luxuriant meal of vegetable soup, pumpkin and shrimp tagliatelle, beet, chicken and gorgonzola risotto and homemade ham and cheese pizza (costing only $7 per person). Like children on Christmas Eve we stuffed ourselves with both carbs and anticipation as we expressed our excitement for the morning. The Englishman, a well-traveled mid-twenties software engineer had ordered a large beer for himself as well as Rakia shots for the table - something Claudia and I weren’t too enthused about since Rakia in restaurants taste like rubbing alcohol. Nonetheless we were polite and sipped the harsh beverage, chasing it with water. We finished the meal, paid and walked back to the hostel but the Englishman wanted to stop at a store to get beer. I found this strange given he had just drank a huge beer and a shot of rakia and we had to be up in 8 hours for the long two days ahead. He was an Englishman after all, so I assumed he could handle his alcohol better than anyone. He bought an entire liter of beer. It was getting late so Claudia and I went inside our respective dorms, showered, packed for the trek and fell asleep as the Englishmen stayed in the common area of the hostel to drink his beer and whatever else the hostel had to offer travelers who were keen on drinking that night. There were 5 separate dorm rooms in the hostel, all spacious and quite comfortable. I fell asleep peacefully in a dark, quiet dorm room towards the back of the hostel. I felt at home in the comfy bunk-less twin bed, an unfamiliar feeling in my past 6 weeks of traveling through this part of the world. 

The Liquid Surprise –

Around 3am I awoke to use the restroom and noticed the Englishman lying on the bed adjacent to mine, his phone plugged into his charger on his nightstand. He seemed to be asleep. The flashlight on my iPhone guided me to the bathroom so I wouldn’t have to turn the light on, preserving any chance I had to fall back to sleep before the 6am wake up call. As I sleepily stumbled back to my bed I noticed the Englishman’s tall shadow lurking before me in the middle of the dark room. Confused as to why he was standing in the middle of the room I proceeded to walk past him but a strange noise stopped me in my tracks. It was a hissing noise, a splatting sound. I felt mist sprinkle onto my shins. Then I realized - this dude is PISSING on the ground. Right in front of me. Right in the middle of all the beds! As his beer-scented urine flowed underneath the frame of my bed my sleepily-daze whipped into a bolt of energy as I shouted out “Dude! Are you pissing!?” He moaned but no words came out as he waddled out of the room, pants below his knees - kindergarten style. “You better clean that shit up before it starts to stink!” I called after him but no luck. He was long gone, and behind him a giant puddle of urine in the middle of all the beds. I leaped over the puddle to get back into my bed, astonished that nobody else in the room had waken up. For a second I thought I had been dreaming. But no. With frustration I reached over and yanked his bed sheet from his bed to wipe the mist off my shins before floating it down onto the floor in front of me to cover the urine as the liquid soaked up the dry cotton. I laid my head back down on my pillow, wide awake. I closed my eyes and tried hard to drift back into sleep but the scent of piss rang into my nostrils preventing any peaceful state of mind. Restless, I grabbed my pillow and walked outside into the common room to lay on the couch. It was raining and the cracks in the ceiling leaked on my body as the scent of cigarette smoke from the ashtray on the table beside the couch erased any “at home” feeling I had before the pissing incident. “Screw this”, I told myself as I lay awake for the remaining hours before the embarkment. The Englishman’s phone alarm rang when the clock struck 6am but he was no where in sight. I scanned the room and the common area, I even checked the kitchen and the laundry room. No trace of the Englishman. Assuming he had stumbled into another dorm room and passed out on an empty bed, I made my way outside to wait for the bus that would pick us up that morning. 

And there was Claudia, bright eyed and bushy tailed. “Noooooo! Get outta here!!!” She shrieked as I shared my urine chronicle. We were both in shock that he did that, given how mature he had come off the night before. Despite feeling tired from my sleepless morning I remained enthusiastic about the journey ahead, relieved that Claudia was joining me. We sat next to each other on the bus ride to the ferry as conversation effortlessly flowed between us and my fondness of her accrued with each story she shared. On the ferry ride we found a spot to sit on the back of the boat as our legs dangled above the water below and the mountains in front of us put on a show. Following the ferry ride we caught a cab to the home-stay where we were greeted by a Muslim-Albanian family who cooked for us and the other travelers a delicious meal of salad and risotto followed by watermelon. Claudia and I explored the property that sat in a valley beside a boulder-filled stream with the alps above, besieging us with it’s beauty. The next morning we would wake up at 5:30am to set off on the trail. By now I had known quite a bit about Claudia and she had known quite a bit about me, including my yoga teachings. She knew I taught yoga so she jumped at the opportunity to join me in a flow as we ventured out to the woods to find a dry, flat area to practice. The clouds parted as we flowed through sun salutations followed by a seated meditation. We sat in the sun, cross legged and conversed about life, the present moment, mindfulness and the state of consciousness in humanity. It was refreshing. We shared a moment of true peace and solitude from any worries in the world. 

The Tree Hug –

And then came the tree hug. “You must hug 2 trees!!” She preached in her seductive Spanish accent. “One to release negativity, and one to receive positivity.” Bubbled with joy she found her first tree to hug, “You’re turn!” I scanned the area and spotted a nice looking trunk, walked over to it, took a breath and stretched my arms out. I felt a little awkward at first as my arms wrapped around this giant trunk and my face pressed against it’s moss hoping an ant wouldn’t crawl up my nose. I settled into comfort and closed my eyes to inhale deeply. To my surprise, I actually felt it! I felt super relaxed. Getting pissed on earlier that morning had become a distant memory. 

The Trek –

That evening I kicked the soccer ball around with the Albanian children at the homestay and ate watermelon with Claudia and some of the other travelers, spitting the black seeds into a cup in front of us as the sun lowered behind the mountains around us. We were fed potato soup, salad and cheese burek that evening before we fell asleep - this time with no risk of a 3am liquid surprise. 5:30am rolled around as we laced our tennis shoes and gathered our gear for the 16 Km hike up the mountain. We were fed hard boiled eggs and given cucumbers and leftover burek’s for the hike. We were ready! We trotted off quick - leading the pack of the others who set off with us weaving on our way around small houses, farmland, cows, horses and wilderness that looked like a Lord of the Rings movie. The morning sun beamed down as a cool breeze brushed our faces, the most ideal climate for hiking. Soon we had reached an area that was quite remote, having passed any remaining houses or farm animals on the ascent up the “Cursed Mountain” so they call them. And cursed they were. I’m not sure how it happened, but Claudia and I ventured up the wrong ascent. An ascent that was on the opposite side of the mountain. We climbed for 2 hours up a dry rocky once-river, climbing over the rocks and boulders bigger than the two of us combined. A display of athleticism to say the least, we hurdled our way up the rocky mountain pass. At one point we even scaled a steep cliff, digging our fingertips into the crevices of the rocky mountain side for stability and balance. It was a bit dangerous but we didn’t care, the view was remarkable. It was only after 2 hours of our thigh burning climb that we knew something was off. We had been leading the pack though nobody was behind us. Each summit we reached was an illusion, as it grew before our eyes each time we thought we reached the peak. Our assumption that everyone took the wrong trail turned into an affirmation that we ourselves glitched our path. We paused, looked each other and laughed. We joked that maybe if we kept going we would end up in Kosovo, or Montenegro. We were lost in the Albanian alps surrounded by the most beautiful nature one could imagine, and together we felt free. Images of sleeping on the mountain with Claudia entertained my mind, but I knew we were going to make the bus back to Shkoder if we hurried back down and found the correct path. We hopped down the rocks like bunnies chased by wolves and eventually met our original starting point. Our legs and calfs on fire but the real hike hadn’t even begun yet!

The hike itself was delightful with stunning views, and was 100 times easier than what we had just endured. Along the way we stopped and hugged a couple trees (since now I was a professional tree hugger). Our conversation grew in intimacy, talking through our souls, opening our hearts, feeling as if we were guests on a self-help podcast. When we reached the conclusion of our descent down the other side of the Cursed mountain we caught our bus just in time - in a matter of minutes actually. We shared our ride back to Shkoder together, laughing at our mishaps and rejoicing in the success of catching the bus. We were eager to eat a huge feast that evening to celebrate. And a feast we had, Qebapa, Qofte, moussaka and beer followed by traditional Albanian cakes at a fancy dessert shop. We waddled back to our hostel with full bellies and full smiles, the sun dipping below the earth, walking in the glow of the half moon that shined onto the streets upon us. When we reached the hostel I knew this may be the last time we would see each other, as we were going separate ways the next morning. It was difficult to say goodbye to Claudia. Maybe that was an understatement. Her energy was pure and warm, just right. It made the trek ten times better than it would have been if I had done it alone. I hope we go on another hike together. Maybe a trip to Madrid is in my future, and perhaps a compass as well.

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Interview

Type: One Shot | Imagine about any of the boys Rating: Rated PG Word Count: 2,258 Enjoy! The breeze blew through my hair as I took a sip from my water bottle. I sat down on the bench as I looked at my watch. I didn’t burn as many calories that I wanted to but it's what all I had time for today. I walked back to my apartment so I could get ready for my meeting. I jumped into the shower just washing the sweat off. I finally got myself dressed and I was out the door, I even had time to spare. I did stop at my favorite cafe to get something to eat before heading downtown. I got into the lobby and checked in, taking a seat as I waited. I unbuttoned the top of my shirt just so I wouldn’t feel so much pressure. I waited until my name was called but it seemed like it took forever. I finally walked down the hallway and into the room where he was sitting. I bite my lip as my eyes wander over him. I took a seat as I heard the door shut my nerves started to pick up. "Ms. Y/L/N" he finally broke the silence. "Hello, " I looked up towards him. "I saw your resume and it was pretty impressive, " he said. "Thank you, " I slightly smiled. "So why do you want to limit yourself to a desk job?" he asked. "Um" I started to say as I was taken back by his question. "I've always loved office work" I finally said. "I see, " he placed his hand on his chin, as he looked down at my folder. "Is there anything else you want to ask?" I asked. "Better question, is there anything you want to ask me?" he looked at me. "What are the hours?" I asked. "From 8am to 5pm" he nodded slightly. "After hours?" I looked at him. "No after hours" he stood up making his way to the front of his desk. "Sounds good, " I watched him. "You are perfect for the job, you're hired" he leaned against his desk. "Thank you, " I smiled. I got up and shook his hand before leaving the room. I made my way to the elevator, but the doors wouldn't close. I kept pushing the button, but then saw his shoe in the door. I looked up at him as he entered the elevator as well, it finally closed. The ride was silent as we made it to the first floor. We both went our separate ways as I left the building. I finally made it back to my apartment as traffic was horrible. I lay back against my bed as I felt Lilly come on the bed. Licking my face before crawling into my arm as she fell asleep. I started to drift off to sleep, until my phone started to buzz. I took my phone out and look at it seeing who was texting me. It was my boss asking me out for a dinner celebration. I quickly responded with a yes but that meant I had to go get ready. I moved slightly, trying not to wake up Lilly. I walked to my closet trying to figure out what I wanted to wear. I pulled out my favorite pair of jeans and just a cute shirt. I got dressed and left the apartment, going towards the restaurant. I meet him outside of the restaurant before we walked inside together. Of course he already had a table. He pulled out a chair for me to sit down before sitting across. I looked over the menu not knowing what to get. "What's good here?" I asked. "Everything, " he nodded. "Ok, thank you" I nodded, returning my attention back to the menu. We finally ordered our food and drinks. The conversation between us wasn't about work, but mainly about life. It seemed like he wanted to know everything about me as I wanted to know everything about him. He also ordered a bottle of wine and things really started to get interesting. Soon our food came and things got quiet. It started to seem like it was turning into a date but could I date my boss? "Tonight was amazing, " he said. "Yeah, it was" I smiled. "I think I should drive you home, " he helped me out of the chair. "I'll be fine, " I said as I stumbled a little bit. "No you're not" he helped me. "Thank you, " I said. He helped me into his car making sure I was buckled in. He started to drive and the winding roads just made my stomach turn. I kept my hand over my mouth as we made our way to his apartment. I laid back in the seat as the car came to a rest. He came and picked me up out of the car and we went into his apartment. He laid me onto his couch as he disappeared into the kitchen. I heard running water in the background as I held onto my stomach. His soon return with a glass of water and two pills. I took them as soon as he handed them to me. I drunk most of the water before laying back on the couch. I could feel myself starting to doze off as he placed a blanket around me. I could feel the cold air around me as I sat up on the couch. It was almost 6am and it was still pitch black outside and inside the house. I searched for my phone so I could see what time it was. The light burned my eyes, it took a few minutes before I could tell what time it was. I heard him shuffling upstairs before he started down the stairs. He flipped the light on as he saw me on my phone. "Why are you awake so early?" he asked. "I could ask you the same thing" I responded. "True, " he ran his hand through his hair. "So why are you awake this early?" I asked. "It's the normal time I wake up, " he said as he sat in the chair. "Oh, " I nodded. "You want breakfast?" he asked. "That does sound really good" I looked at him. I could see the smile grow on his face. He made his way into the kitchen and started to cook. I finally pulled myself off the couch and made my way to the kitchen. I sat down at the table as I watch him cook. I bite my lip as I looked over his body. I could say that my boss was pretty hot, but I couldn't mix pleasure and work. Once he finished cooking he placed the plate in front of me. He grabbed his plate before sitting down next to me. "I'm not used to this, " I said. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Because I normally run before I eat, and I mainly get something from the cafe" I responded. "Oh, are you training for something?" he asked. "No, I'm not just like to keep myself in shape" I said. We finished eating breakfast and he drove me back to the restaurant. I got into my car and went right to my apartment. I knew I didn't have much time to get my run in. I just got into the shower to freshen up before getting dressed. Today was my first day at work and I wanted to make a good impression. Well, I already made a good impression on my boss. I made my way downtown and into the building. Instead of taking the elevator I decided to take the stairs. I had to get my cardio in some way, of course he was already in his office waiting for me. He showed me around and showed me to my desk. I sat down and looked over my computer. He leaned down, placing his hand on the desk as he leaned towards me. I could feel his breath against my neck as well as smell his aftershave. I went into a daze as I wanted to feel his touch, as he breathed against my neck. "Y/N?" He asked. "Uh?" I snapped out of it. "You got it?" he looked at me. "Yeah, " I nodded. "Good, you know where my office is" he stood up. "Thank you" I smiled. He made his way back to his office as I watched him. I started to work on the articles and tried to get as many done as I could. At lunch I went down to the cafe and got something to eat. I bought it back up and sat at my desk to eat. I saw him sitting in his office alone and thought I could keep him company. I walked to his office and sat down, he looked up at me and smiled. I slightly smiled at him before I started to eat my lunch. I could feel him watching over me before he started to eat his lunch again. "Why are we doing this?" he asked. "I thought you needed company, I can go back to my desk" I said. "No, I meant, whatever is between us, " he said. "What?" I asked. "There is something here between us, but we won't act on it, " he looked at me. "We shouldn't mix pleasure and work" I bite my lip as I looked at him. "No one has to know" he said as he got up from his chair. "I don't know, " I watched him. He walked over to the door as he shut it making sure it was locked. He made his way back to his desk, leaning against it as he watched me. He reached for my hand as he looked at me. I gave him my hand as I stood up from the chair moving towards him. I placed my hand on his chest as he rested his hand on my hips. I looked at him as he held me close to him. He leaned towards me allowing his lips to touch mine slightly. I leaned towards him, allowing the kiss to get deeper. I placed my hand against his neck as I kept the kiss between us, his grip on my hips grew tighter. As the kids started to grow more intense I felt his hand slide under my shirt. I smiled against his lips before grabbing the back of his neck. Someone knocked on the door, stopping us dead in our tracks. I pulled away from him to sit back in my seat as he answered the door. It was his next meeting as they walked in I excused myself out of the room. I rushed to my desk as I sat down I tried to catch my breath. It was getting hot in the room and boy I didn't want it to end. I sat back against my chair as I finished my lunch before getting back to work. Once I finished my lunch I went back to work. Before I knew it it was 5 and it was time to go home. I collected my things in my bag, but I saw him walking towards my desk. "Hey, " I smiled. "Hey beautiful, " he said. "How was your day?" I asked. "Meetings all day, " he responded. "I bet that was fun" I laughed slightly. "Yeah​ the perks of my job, " he said as he untied his tie. "I should be heading out" I grabbed my bag. "Yeah, I should be too" he nodded. "Want to head back to mine?" I asked. "What's for dinner?" he asked as we walked towards the elevator. "Probably take out" I smiled. Once we entered the elevator it was quite well until the door closed. He pulled me to him, placing his lips against mine. Gripping my hips as I slide my hand up his neck keeping the kiss. We heard the bell ring as we were on the first floor. I exit first making my way to my car as he did as well. He followed me back to my apartment. I sat in the car and waited for him to pull up next to me. I finally made my way out of the car as I took my keys out. I opened the door and waited for him to make his way in. I shut the door behind me as I watched him sit on the couch. "Are you sure we should be doing this?" I asked as I sat down next to him. "I'm the boss so I guess you have to do what I say" he looked at me. "You're my boss in the office not in my personal life" I snapped back. "True" he bite his lip. I ordered Chinese food and decided to put on a movie. Our food came and we just sat on the couch enjoying each others company. After we finished eating, he move his arm so I could cuddle with him. I snuggled down in his arms as I rested my head against his chest. It just seemed so easy with him, all I had to do was be myself. Which was a breath of fresh air, all my other relationships were kind of tough. It seemed like the more intense my job got, the more our relationship grew. I guess I could say I really, truly nailed that interview plus I got my boss wrapped around my little finger.

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BTS Reaction: You shared a bed with another man

Anonymous said:

Hey ~ BTS reaction when you slept in the same bed than another man at a party ? Like just because of the lack of bed and didn't do anything with him. Thanks ^-^

Thanks for the request! I’m sorry it took so long, but  I hope you like it :)

*gifs are not mine, unless I say so*

Y/F/N= Your friend’s name

Jin:

Jin came home from the studio early in the morning, and he wanted to suprise you with breakfast in bed. He made your favorite breakfast, and took it to your room. When he opened the door, he saw you were still sleeping... with another man. He dropped the plate that was in his hands, which cause you to wake up. You looked at Jin while his ears started to turn red with anger.

“Jin, it’s not what it looks like. He was too drunk to drive home so I let him stay here an-” You tried to explain but he cut you off.

“But did you have to share a bed with him? No! He could have slept on the couch! I swear to god if he touched you-”

“Jin, calm down. Your yelling isn’t helping my headache.” You told him as you got up. The other man was still passed out on the bed. Apparently still affected by alcohol. 

“Well whose fault is that? You did that to yourself.” Jin scolded you. You gave him a glare, and he started to feel bad.

“Ugh, sorry Y/N. You are just too nice to people sometimes.”  He said as he pulled you into a hug.

“You should really clean up your mess.” You laughed a little, motionng to the plate.

(him after you told him to clean up his mess)

Suga:

Yoongi probably got drunk at the party aswell. He ended up falling asleep on the couch. You were one of the only ones that stayed sober, and you felt bad for your male friend because he couldn’t drive home. You offered him to sleep in your bed because there was no waking Yoongi up to get off of the couch. Once he is passed out, espically when drunk, he gets rude if you wake him up. You couldn’t sleep because Yoongi wasn’t at your side, your friend was. So you laid next to your friends and just stayed up on your phone. 

It was 6am, and you were still awake. Yoongi finally woke up, and realized he was on the couch. He got up off of the couch and clutched his head from his headache.  He stumbled to your room, and saw you were still awake.

“What the f- why is he in our bed?” Yoongi’s voice startled you and caused you to jump. He stared you down as he waited for an answer.

“I was going to have him sleep on the couch, but I didn’t want to wake you up.” You explained. 

“Well he can sleep on the floor.” He said rudely and pulled him off of the bed.

“Yoongi, what the fuck- see this is why  I didn’t wake you up. You get rude an-” You started to talk.

“Shh. Go to sleep.” He said while pulled you into his arms to cuddle. You were about to protest, but he already drifted back off to sleep.

J-Hope:

Hoseok was coming back home from tour, and all he could think about was cuddling you and finally getting a good sleep. He knew you were having a party, so he figured you were already tired and fell asleep already. When he got home, he quickly took a shower and then went to your bedroom. He saw the other man in the bed, and he saw you nearly hanging off the edge of the bed. You didn’t want to sleep close to the other man and you wanted to keep your distance. Hoseok knew you were too nice to make him sleep on the couch or floor, so he didn’t get mad. Although, he did feel a little jealous. Hoseok the the space between you and the man, so he laid between you guys and pulled you into his arms. The sudden contact woke you up, and you though your friend was trying to cuddle. So you quickly got up and started to scold him.

“Y/F/N I told you to stay on your side! I don’t see you anymore than a friend! I have a boyfriend already! Please don’t-”

“Y/N” Hoseok calmly said your name, “it’s me.”

You looked at him and started to feel embarrassed for your little meltdown.

“Oh sorry.” You said awkwardly.

Rap Monster: WARNING: Kind of smutty?

Namjoon has been in the studio all day, and all he could think about was you. He has been craving you all day, and he couldn’t wait to get home to fulfill his needs. He knew you were having a party, so he was hoping you wouldn’t get drunk. He always felt like he was taking  advantage of you when you were drunk, so he would make himself wait until you sobered up. When he got home he called for you.

“Baby!  I’m home!”

But you were asleep, and you didn’t know your male friend has crawled into bed with you. You were fast asleep as Y/F/N wrapped his around your waist. Namjoon walked into your bedroom and saw this. He felt angry inside, but he tried to stay calm on the outside. He walked over to your bed and grabed Y/F/N’s arm and pulled him off of you. 

“I don’t know you the fuck you think you are, but you need to back off of my girlfriend. She’s drunk, isn’t she? Just because she’s clueless at the moment, doesn’t mean you have any right to sleep with you. Now call a cab, and go home.” Namjoon yelled. His yelling woke you up and you just looked at him.

“Baby, did he do anything to you?” He asked you after he got Y/F/N to leave. 

“I don’t know. I was asleep. I don’t think so though.” You reasured him. He noticed that you weren’t complaining about a hangover like you usually do, and smirked.

“You’re sober? Thank god, I’ve been waiting for you all day.”

(him noticing that you aren’t drunk)

Jimin:

Jimin was practing the choreography for Bangtan’s new song, so he was excited to go home. He was hoping to watch a movie and cuddle with you. He didn’t know you were having a party, well it wasn’t really a party. It was just a few friends you invited over. It was really late and your friend, who is like a brother to you, was to tired to drive home. So, you let him share a bed with you. Jimin came home and went to your bedroom. As soon as he saw you sleeping next to another guy, he would grow furious. The rest of Bangtan had already said he gets scary when he’s mad, so be prepared for that. 

“Y/N what the fuck! I come home expecitng to have a peacful night with you, but instead I see you with another man!” He yelled, waking you both up.

“Jimin, he’s just my friend.” You said while rubbing you eyes.

“Bullshit! How come I never met this friend? Huh?”

“Because you’re never home!” You yelled back, starting to get angry.

“Uh, I think I got enough sleep to drive now. Bye.” Y/F/N said awkwardly as he left. You and Jimin would fight a little longer, but he would realize he was overreacting and apologize.

(the face he made before he started to yell)

V:

He and the rest of Bangtan got back to the dorms late because of a fanmeet. While they were away you invited a few friends over so you weren’t bored. They were all friends that Taehyung knew aswell. It was getting really late and you were tired. You let your male friend stay the night because he had trouble driving in the dark. You and him shared a bed, but you told him to keep his distance. Tae and the rest of the boys got home, and they were tild aswell. Tae saw you sleeping with Y/F/N. but he noticed that your weren’t that comfortable sharing your bed with him. So he gently picked you up bridal style and took you Jimin’s room. Jimin knew what Tae’s plan was, so he scooted over. Tae laid you on the other side of Jimin’s bed, and he laid in the middle of you both. He knew you were ok sharing a bed with him and Jimin because Jimin treats you like a little sister.

(him noticing you’re not comfortable)

Jungkook: 

Jungkook was busy with interviews all day, so he was going to be home late. You were bored, so you invited a few friends over to watch movies and play games. After a while, it started to really late and a few of your friends had already left. One of your friends had passed on your bed. You were really tired so you decided to sleep next to him anyway. Jungkook finally got home from his busy day, and he just want to cuddle up next to you. He walk into your room and saw you sleeping with another man. He didn’t want to wake you up, so he slept on the couch. He planned to confront you in the morning.

When you woke up, you walked into the living room to see Jungkook on the couch. He glared at you and shook his head.

“Why were you sleeping with someone other than me, your boyfriend?” He asked and raised his eyebrows at you. You laughed at him in respose. Apparentley your for got to introduce him to Jungkook.

“Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny” He asked.

“Jungkook, Y/F/N is gay, trust me he didn’t do anything.”

“Oh..” He would laugh a little, and feel embarrassed.